Reckless Abandonment | By : bsoffia Category: Anita Blake > Slash Views: 3320 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Richard sprinted down the long, uneven stairway and ran as fast as he could to Jean-Claude’s living quarters. But he was so out of shape he had to stop and take a breather. And that really pissed him off. He wasn’t used to being winded; running was second-nature to him. But by the time he reached the vampire’s rooms, his tee-shirt was soaked with sweat and his breath was ragged and uneven. He was still a little high from the bottle of whisky. It made him reckless.
He barged into the Master of the City’s private chambers without knocking. As he stepped into the deathly quiet bedroom, a chill ran down his spine and he shivered. His eyes were drawn to that massive bed and it seemed like just yesterday he was in there with Anita; they made sweet love while Jean-Claude watched, helped and even participated. But that was almost six months ago…
Richard choked on the memory; it was the last thing he needed. He cursed himself for being weak and hated himself for getting cozy with the undead. And to think he shared Anita with that… that thing!
The room was dark and empty, but a thin line of light seeped through from beneath the bathroom door and shone dully on the black carpet. Richard heard laughter and voices coming from the bathroom. He growled dangerously. Anita was not even dead six months and that bastard was enjoying himself? He would make sure Jean-Claude never laughed again…
Richard stormed into the bathroom, his body quaking in anger. His blood boiled in his veins and his fists ached with the need to strike out at something… or someone.
The thick steam that filled the bathroom assaulted him the instant he entered. It soaked his tee-shirt further and that vile thing clung to body like an annoying second skin. Richard squirmed uncomfortably, pulling at it, but it kept molding itself to his chest. He tore at it and ripped it off his body.
He couldn’t see a thing through the cloud in the room and lost his bearings. The voices had fallen silent; Richard had no idea where he was. He blinked, and then squinted into the fog, but it was hopeless. Lucky for him, some of the steam escaped through the door he left ajar and his vision cleared quickly.
He took in the hazy scene before him, rubbed at his leaking eyes, and looked again. At first he only saw skin, a lot of it; pale and tanned, entwined. He gasped in shock and horror and then recoiled when he realized what was in the tub. It was depraved and disgusting. This was… this was that monster spitting on Anita’s memory. For a brief moment, he hoped he had gone insane; the scene before him was worse than his darkest nightmare.
Jean-Claude and Asher were in the tub together; that didn’t surprise Richard, they were lovers and he had expected to find them together. What offended him was they weren’t alone. The vampires had two other men wedged between them. Jason and Nathaniel. Richard snarled when he saw Jason’s arms around Jean-Claude and gagged when he discovered what the other two were up to.
Jason saw him first. His mouth fell open at the sight of his Ulfric glaring down at him, and he clung to Jean-Claude, trembling and afraid. The Master of the City held the wolf protectively against his chest and whispered comforting words into his ear. And then he turned his head slowly and looked at Richard.
Jean-Claude’s calm midnight blue eyes met Richard’s stormy coffee-brown orbs and the Ulfric returned that gaze defiantly. The vampire appeared completely relaxed, but Richard knew it was a mask. He had been metaphysically tied to Jean-Claude for years; and he could still sense when the other man was hiding tension, or fear. In this case, it was both.
Asher gave Richard with a wicked smile and continued thrusting into Nathaniel’s ass. He smacked his lips together and blew a kiss at Richard; he grinned in satisfaction when the Ulfric’s jaw clenched and the muscles in his arms contracted. The blond vampire locked eyes with Richard as he casually but brutally yanked Nathaniel’s head back by his hair.
“Do you like me inside you, Mon Pomme?” He whispered salaciously as he pounded into the younger man. Nathaniel’s eyes rolled back into his head and he moaned loudly.
“Yes, Master!” He cried out and rocked himself back onto Asher. Nathaniel craved these evenings with his vampire and even the presence of the angry wolf King couldn’t stop him from grabbing all the pleasure Asher had to offer.
Richard shook his head, disgusted by this shameless display. “I need to speak to you,” he barked rudely at Jean-Claude. “Alone…” He wasn’t hammered enough to presume he could take on four preternatural beings at the same time. He wasn’t even sure if he could handle Jean-Claude, but he would die trying.
Jean-Claude searched Richard’s face and then spoke for the first time. “If you wish to speak with me, Mon Lupe, go to Jason’s quarters and await me there.” His voice was low and soothing. Its richness enveloped Richard; it slowed his pounding heart, and eased his disturbed mind. But he wanted none of that. The Ulfric shrugged off those fuzzy feelings with a growl; he had forgotten about the Voice.
“Do not use your mind tricks on me!” He hissed angrily and stormed out the door. He did not see Jean-Claude’s face fall or the worried look the Master of the City exchanged with his second in command.
Richard paced around Jason’s small room. He became more agitated every second. Damn that vampire! How dare he dismiss him easily! And now the vampire expected him to wait? He was Ulfric, for Christ sakes! They were equals! The perceived snide made Richard livid and he couldn’t wait to get his hands around that slender neck…Where was that monster?
He cursed Jean-Claude with every expletive he knew and then vented his anger by punching holes in the wall with his fists. When he finally stopped, he was panting and his fists throbbed and bled. He resumed pacing the room. Jean-Claude breezed through the door in his black silk robe ten minutes later.
“What is it you want from me?” The vampire asked, and his voice stopped Richard dead in his tracks. The air around them hummed like electricity. And then Jean-Claude took a deliberate step towards the angry were.
“Looks to me like you’ve been keeping busy,” Richard closed the space between them and got into the vampire’s face. “Maybe it was a good thing Anita died, huh? Now you can fuck anything you want and be the monster you really are!” His last words stuck inside his throat because the vampire suddenly had one pale hand around his neck in an iron grip. A suffocating stillness settled over the room. Richard didn’t even struggle; he closed his eyes and waited for Jean-Claude to finish him.
“Do not presume to understand or judge my actions, dear boy. You know nothing.” The vampire released him and stepped back with a sad smile. “I suppose you have come here today to kill me…”
In spite of his best intentions, Richard was sucked into those dark eyes and lulled by that calm voice. He saw the vampire grieving and suffering much like he was; but unlike him, Jean-Claude was trying his best to move on without his heart, without his love. Richard almost felt sorry for him… and then he pictured Jean-Claude in the tub with three other men and his anger bubbled back to surface.
“It is your nature to be selfish, but even I never thought you could sink so low...” Jean-Claude spoke slowly and enunciated each word carefully. It was clear to Richard that the vampire was trying to tell him something, but he’d had enough.
He growled and threw himself at Jean-Claude. They ended up on the floor, and wrestled for dominance. After a brief struggle, Richard had the vampire pinned down and was sitting on his chest. He didn’t have much time to finish this; Jean-Claude’s guards would be here any second.
“You call me selfish?” He hit the vampire as he yelled. “If I wasn’t for you, Anita would be alive and with me where she belonged, and not whoring herself out to everyone with a penis!” His fist was painted with Jean-Claude’s blood, but Richard couldn’t stop hitting him. “You turned her against me, you fucking bastard! And now you’re here prancing around like she never mattered to you at all. You make me sick!”
Richard was so consumed by his own rage he didn’t notice the effect his tirade had on Jean-Claude. He didn’t see the vampire’s eyes as they glowed in anger, he didn’t feel the slight breeze that beat against his bare body; a telltale sign that Jean-Claude had summoned his own power.
Before he knew it, the tables were turned. He was now on his back and Jean-Claude was the one on top glaring down at him; his beautiful face already healing the injuries inflicted upon it. Richard sighed; he was being toyed with. Jean-Claude was never in any danger from him. That was why the guards didn’t come. The vampire didn’t call them.
Jean-Claude snarled, and when he spoke, his voice stabbed at Richard’s ear-drums like daggers.
“You think you know everything, do you?” The vampire hissed and narrowed his eyes. “You know NOTHING! You think you are the only one who misses her? You are wrong. You think I do not grieve for her every moment I am awake? I would give anything to have just one more night with her…” Jean-Claude closed his eyes for a long moment, and when he opened them, they were hard, but glittered with pink tears that would not fall.
“Unlike you, I did not have the luxury of falling apart. I could not be perceived as weak. Hundreds of people depend on my protection and I could not let them down.” His eyes softened and he looked at Richard with affection.
“You are one of those people, Mon Lupe. Why do you think you are still alive? Did you believe your pack was giving you time to get over Anita’s death? Non. I called in every favor I had to stop them from turning on you and challenging you. I protect what is mine, even if it leads to my downfall.”
Jean-Claude paused to collect himself, but his little speech had taken its toll. Pink tears rolled down his cheeks. “You know nothing of what is in my heart.” He whispered.
Richard’s insides turned when Jean-Claude’s words sunk in. Had he really been that out of it? He never for one moment considered what had happened with his pack, but they must have suffered greatly. The loss of their Lupa was hard enough, but to be abandoned by their leader for six long months…Maybe HE was the real monster here. He gripped Jean-Claude’s arms tightly.
“Kill me… please…” He sobbed.
“Non,” the vampire replied with finality. “I will not let you die. Perhaps I am being selfish now, but I cannot take another death of a loved one.” He gave Richard a cautious smile.
Richard knew Jean-Claude was telling the truth, and it stung that much more. How could the vampire care so much when he knew what he had come here to do? Filled with remorse, Richard began to cry softly.
“After what have I done, I… I…deserve to die,” he said sadly. Jean-Claude released him and pulled the distraught man into his arms.
“Nobody deserves to die, Richard. And I will not let you.” Jean-Claude stroked his back; he offered only comfort and Richard took it. He fell into the vampire’s embrace and buried his head in the soft silk robe. It was the first time since Anita’s passing that he allowed anyone to comfort him, and it felt so good he forgot who was holding him.
Jean-Claude’s long damp curls fell around Richard like a protective shield. The scent of the vampire’s conditioner reminded him of Anita; she used the stuff when she stayed over at the Circus. He waited for his heart to clench at the memory, but it didn’t. He felt oddly comforted instead. He closed his eyes and allowed Jean-Claude’s hair to brush up against his face; it was so soft, even more so than Anita’s. He breathed in the scent and pretended he was in her arms.
What he did next shocked him and Jean-Claude both. Richard pulled the vampire’s face down to his own, and planted a demanding kiss on his lips! His tongue forced Jean-Claude’s mouth open and then devoured him.
As they kissed, Richard became aroused, and his thick, hard length pulsed against his jeans. He didn’t stop to consider what he was doing; he needed this, and he refused to deny himself any longer. But Jean-Claude pulled away from him. Richard whimpered and grabbed at the vampire, but Jean-Claude placed his hands on the other man’s shoulders and held him down.
“Richard, I do not believe you truly wish to go where you are taking this. You are… inebriated.” The vampire was firm in his conviction, but Richard ignored him. He dragged Jean-Claude down and hugged him.
“I want this now,” he growled. He rolled over on top of the vampire and ripped open the front of his robe. “And I can see you want it too,” Richard smiled as he stared at Jean-Claude’s hard on. It was swollen and beautiful. He took a deep breath and reached for it, but Jean-Claude swatted his hand away before it got to its intended destination.
“Non, Richard. You are not yourself at this moment. You will regret this later… and you will hate me for it.” Jean-Claude sounded sad and wistful, and Richard knew the vampire wanted this… wanted him. So why was he resisting?
He kissed Jean-Claude again and the vampire responded. He moaned and trembled, but jerked away when Richard’s hand found his shaft and stroked it. Jean-Claude scrambled to his feet and re-fastened his robe. Richard knew he gone too far. He also knew the vampire would not let him get any closer tonight.
“I should go,” He sighed heavily as he pulled himself to his feet and dragged his weary body to the door.
“Do not be angry with me, Mon Lupe. Perhaps another time…” Jean-Claude said. He followed Richard to the door, but kept a safe distance between them.
“Forget it even happened,” Richard growled. Jean-Claude’s rejection had cut deeply and he couldn’t understand why. He was not a lover of men. The thought of bedding another male made him sick to the stomach. Until now… He shook himself and squared his shoulders. Jean-Claude was right. He was not himself.
Richard stepped out the door and was immediately knocked off his feet by something strong and powerful. He hit the ground hard and his head slammed into the cold concrete of the hallway. The last thing Richard saw before the world faded out was Asher standing over him; blond, beautiful… and deadly.
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