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FIC: When Anita Is Away (ABVH)
Title: When Anita is Away
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: FCSlash
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I make any profit from the use of these characters.
Warnings: None
Beta: Larian Elensar
Pairing: Jean-Claude/Micah
Archive: Alex’s Story Book
Author’s Note: I think that this pairing is inevitable.
Spoilers: None really.
Summary: Anita is out of town and her lovers console one another.
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WHEN ANITA IS AWAY
Jean-Claude rubbed his cool hand over his face. What was he going to do with Anita? She had run off to Tennessee to see her ‘fortune teller’ and left Micah at home. She took Damian in a box, Jason and Nathaniel.
She had no real protection… well, Damian was but he was a little shaky still with the day walking, so that left her with Nathaniel and Jason, who would do their best, even die for her but they were not Micah or Richard. Or Asher and himself.
He had called Micah and the Nimir-Raj had come to the Circus.
“Why did you let her go?” Jean-Claude asked him, not even bothering to hide his anger at Micah.
“Let her go? Are we talking about the same woman? Jesus, Jean-Claude!” Micah’s cat’s eyes narrowed. “Do you think I am a fool?”
The air was suddenly thick with tension. These two had tried to kill each other and still did not exactly trust one another. But they both understood how much the other loved Anita.
So Jean-Claude reluctantly backed down.
“She tries my patience. Yet I love her even more than I did Juliana. I just know she will get herself killed, Micah. Things I love… die.”
Micah narrowed his eyes. “She can take care of herself. And none of them are weak. Nathaniel will protect her with his life and so will Jason. There are others who look out for her.”
“I miss them all.” Jean-Claude admitted, almost embarrassed by his confession.
“So do I. I can’t fucking sleep.” Micah relaxed a little, not completely letting down his guard.
“Jason is my… well, he’s much more than food. He feeds me but he talks to me, telling me the events of the day in his own Jasonesque style. He is jaded sometimes but still so innocent underneath.”
“Doesn’t one of the other wolves take his place?”
“Will any of the pard take Nathaniel’s and Anita’s places?’
Micah shook his head. “No. No one can.”
Jean-Claude laughed and Micah felt it; the heat rolled through him at the vampire’s laugh. He had felt the erotic pull before but never when he was alone with Jean-Claude. His heart sped up, heat suffusing his face.
“Do not use your magic on me…” He growled.
Jean-Claude smiled. “All right. Shall we call a truce then? Until they are back?”
Micah nodded. But that warmth was still there. He could smell the vampire’s exotic cologne but there was something else. He smelled alive.
“You have fed.”
“Yes. I… it was… I miss Jason. I think his strength comes to me in his blood. And Jason is strong. He does not have the …oh, what is the word they use now… baggage that so many of us do.”
“You are very fond of him.” Micah observed, seeming surprised.
“Odd, isn’t it?”
“She doesn’t know that you have taken him as a lover, does she?”
Jean-Claude sighed. “No. She… I love her but she is sometimes selfish with those she loves. She does not mean to be. She is just old fashioned in a way that has become alien to those like us. And like you.”
“Perhaps you are right.”
“Does she know that you have taken her Pomme as your lover?”
“I think she’d have to know but we haven’t told her exactly.”
Jean-Claude sighed again.
“I can be your… Pomme while they are gone.” Micah could have kicked his own ass once the words left his mouth. “You have fed from me before.”
Blue eyes darkened suddenly, pupils dilating and returning to normal size in a flash. “You are offering blood to me?”
Micah nodded, knowing he was offering more, much more.
Jean-Claude actually licked his lip. “And?”
Micah raised an eyebrow. “And what?”
Jean-Claude rose silently from his chair and the wereleopard crossed the room to meet him. Neither spoke. The tall vampire reached for Micah and he came willingly to Jean-Claude’s embrace. Their mouths met and Micah’s tongue sought the sharp fangs, hissing when they drew tiny amounts of blood.
“I want more than blood. Will you feed my Arduer?”
Micah felt lust wash over him, saw it in the vampire’s eyes. He knew he could not deny such a plea. Jean-Claude began to undress him as he backed him toward the bedroom. Micah shivered as the cool hands pushed his shirt back over his shoulders.
“It has been torture not to touch you more than accidentally the times we were both with our Anita, Micah.” Another kiss and hands were unbuttoning tight jeans.
“Do you always get what you want?” Micah voice was a low purr now as he began to unbutton Jean-Claude’s old fashioned white shirt with lace that the throat and on the cuffs.
“As often as I can.”
Micah ran his fingertip over the cross shaped scar in the center of Jean-Claude’s chest, then leaned close the let his tongue trace it. He dragged his tongue over to capture a nipple.
They moved across the bedroom toward the bed, clothing landing here and there. Jean-Claude moved back onto the bed on his back as Micah crawled toward him.
“And you want me?” Micah whispered against his skin as he looked down upon the wickedly smiling vampire.
Jean-Claude laughed, a low rumble that made Micah shiver. “Oh, yes. I do want you. All of you.” He pulled Micah down onto his body. Then very deftly, he rolled him beneath him. He kissed his way down the wereleopard’s slight but hard body, leaving tiny fang marks as he went. He looked up at Micah as he drew his fangs down his lower abdomen, his eyes asking.
Micah nodded, drawing in a deep breath as the vampire sank his fangs into the blood rich skin of the wereleopard’s body. Micah growled, burying both hands in the curly dark mane of Jean-Claude. His body responded to the bite, to the drawing of his lifeblood. Lust rose in him as it did in Jean-Claude. Micah arched into the hand that curled around his huge erection.
Jean-Claude masturbated him slowly as Micah’s warm blood filled him, as his own cock hardened to nearly painful point. He had his fill, raising his head, smiling at Micah with blood staining his lips.
Micah pulled Jean-Claude back into his arms, licking his own blood from the vampire’s full lips. Engorged flesh pressed engorged flesh as they ground against one another. Jean rose up and looked down into Micah’s eyes.
“I want you, want to bury myself inside you. You belong to Anita…I want you for just tonight to belong to me. I want to possess you.”
Jean-Claude knew that Micah was no bottom but his own need didn’t care one way or the other. He needed the other man, the man who was an extension of Anita. He needed to have him to convince himself that the stubborn woman was safe and sound.
Micah nodded, somehow understanding, perhaps needing the same thing himself. Jean-Claude moved from atop him. It only seemed appropriate that they mate in a more feral way than face to face. The Nimir-Raj moved onto his hands and knees, looking back at Jean-Claude as the vampire reached for a bottle of thick oil, preferring his old concoction to the new gels and lubricants he had seen.
“How do you want it?” Jean-Claude didn’t think he had much more patience left. He needed to be buried in the other man’s hard, lean body.
“NOW! Fuck me now!”
He did, oiling himself and sliding into Micah’s body. Despite what Anita might think, this man was no stranger to being taken this way. He was ready, relaxing around Jean-Claude even before he was sheathed completely inside him. Once the vampire *was* inside, though, everything changed as Micah met his thrusts with back thrusts of his own, tightening and pulling Jean-Claude deeper and deeper.
Jean-Claude fed his Arduer and fed well on the lust of the beautiful were. Micah was well matched to his needs, strong and virile and generous with himself.
Jean-Claude reached beneath him, taking his cock in hand and stroking it hard and fast, murmuring encouragement to Micah though he didn’t seem to need any. The vampire’s thrusts became erratic as he lost control and filled Micah with pearly semen. Micah answered in kind as he spilled himself over Jean-Claude’s cool hand.
It was nowhere near dawn they disentangled themselves and lay in the big, soft bed. Jean-Claude remembered Micah saying he couldn’t sleep.
“She will be all right. They all will.” Jean-Claude offered the shelter of his arms as he held them open to Micah.
Micah nodded slowly and lay down in the vampire’s embrace. “I know you love her as much as I do.”
Jean-Claude nodded. “I do… now rest. I will guard your dreams until she returns to us.”
Micah looked at him, surprised. “Thank you.”
He closed his eyes and slept, oddly safe in the arms of Anita’s other lover.
~end~
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: FCSlash
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I make any profit from the use of these characters.
Warnings: None
Beta: Larian Elensar
Pairing: Jean-Claude/Micah
Archive: Alex’s Story Book
Author’s Note: I think that this pairing is inevitable.
Spoilers: None really.
Summary: Anita is out of town and her lovers console one another.
~~~
WHEN ANITA IS AWAY
Jean-Claude rubbed his cool hand over his face. What was he going to do with Anita? She had run off to Tennessee to see her ‘fortune teller’ and left Micah at home. She took Damian in a box, Jason and Nathaniel.
She had no real protection… well, Damian was but he was a little shaky still with the day walking, so that left her with Nathaniel and Jason, who would do their best, even die for her but they were not Micah or Richard. Or Asher and himself.
He had called Micah and the Nimir-Raj had come to the Circus.
“Why did you let her go?” Jean-Claude asked him, not even bothering to hide his anger at Micah.
“Let her go? Are we talking about the same woman? Jesus, Jean-Claude!” Micah’s cat’s eyes narrowed. “Do you think I am a fool?”
The air was suddenly thick with tension. These two had tried to kill each other and still did not exactly trust one another. But they both understood how much the other loved Anita.
So Jean-Claude reluctantly backed down.
“She tries my patience. Yet I love her even more than I did Juliana. I just know she will get herself killed, Micah. Things I love… die.”
Micah narrowed his eyes. “She can take care of herself. And none of them are weak. Nathaniel will protect her with his life and so will Jason. There are others who look out for her.”
“I miss them all.” Jean-Claude admitted, almost embarrassed by his confession.
“So do I. I can’t fucking sleep.” Micah relaxed a little, not completely letting down his guard.
“Jason is my… well, he’s much more than food. He feeds me but he talks to me, telling me the events of the day in his own Jasonesque style. He is jaded sometimes but still so innocent underneath.”
“Doesn’t one of the other wolves take his place?”
“Will any of the pard take Nathaniel’s and Anita’s places?’
Micah shook his head. “No. No one can.”
Jean-Claude laughed and Micah felt it; the heat rolled through him at the vampire’s laugh. He had felt the erotic pull before but never when he was alone with Jean-Claude. His heart sped up, heat suffusing his face.
“Do not use your magic on me…” He growled.
Jean-Claude smiled. “All right. Shall we call a truce then? Until they are back?”
Micah nodded. But that warmth was still there. He could smell the vampire’s exotic cologne but there was something else. He smelled alive.
“You have fed.”
“Yes. I… it was… I miss Jason. I think his strength comes to me in his blood. And Jason is strong. He does not have the …oh, what is the word they use now… baggage that so many of us do.”
“You are very fond of him.” Micah observed, seeming surprised.
“Odd, isn’t it?”
“She doesn’t know that you have taken him as a lover, does she?”
Jean-Claude sighed. “No. She… I love her but she is sometimes selfish with those she loves. She does not mean to be. She is just old fashioned in a way that has become alien to those like us. And like you.”
“Perhaps you are right.”
“Does she know that you have taken her Pomme as your lover?”
“I think she’d have to know but we haven’t told her exactly.”
Jean-Claude sighed again.
“I can be your… Pomme while they are gone.” Micah could have kicked his own ass once the words left his mouth. “You have fed from me before.”
Blue eyes darkened suddenly, pupils dilating and returning to normal size in a flash. “You are offering blood to me?”
Micah nodded, knowing he was offering more, much more.
Jean-Claude actually licked his lip. “And?”
Micah raised an eyebrow. “And what?”
Jean-Claude rose silently from his chair and the wereleopard crossed the room to meet him. Neither spoke. The tall vampire reached for Micah and he came willingly to Jean-Claude’s embrace. Their mouths met and Micah’s tongue sought the sharp fangs, hissing when they drew tiny amounts of blood.
“I want more than blood. Will you feed my Arduer?”
Micah felt lust wash over him, saw it in the vampire’s eyes. He knew he could not deny such a plea. Jean-Claude began to undress him as he backed him toward the bedroom. Micah shivered as the cool hands pushed his shirt back over his shoulders.
“It has been torture not to touch you more than accidentally the times we were both with our Anita, Micah.” Another kiss and hands were unbuttoning tight jeans.
“Do you always get what you want?” Micah voice was a low purr now as he began to unbutton Jean-Claude’s old fashioned white shirt with lace that the throat and on the cuffs.
“As often as I can.”
Micah ran his fingertip over the cross shaped scar in the center of Jean-Claude’s chest, then leaned close the let his tongue trace it. He dragged his tongue over to capture a nipple.
They moved across the bedroom toward the bed, clothing landing here and there. Jean-Claude moved back onto the bed on his back as Micah crawled toward him.
“And you want me?” Micah whispered against his skin as he looked down upon the wickedly smiling vampire.
Jean-Claude laughed, a low rumble that made Micah shiver. “Oh, yes. I do want you. All of you.” He pulled Micah down onto his body. Then very deftly, he rolled him beneath him. He kissed his way down the wereleopard’s slight but hard body, leaving tiny fang marks as he went. He looked up at Micah as he drew his fangs down his lower abdomen, his eyes asking.
Micah nodded, drawing in a deep breath as the vampire sank his fangs into the blood rich skin of the wereleopard’s body. Micah growled, burying both hands in the curly dark mane of Jean-Claude. His body responded to the bite, to the drawing of his lifeblood. Lust rose in him as it did in Jean-Claude. Micah arched into the hand that curled around his huge erection.
Jean-Claude masturbated him slowly as Micah’s warm blood filled him, as his own cock hardened to nearly painful point. He had his fill, raising his head, smiling at Micah with blood staining his lips.
Micah pulled Jean-Claude back into his arms, licking his own blood from the vampire’s full lips. Engorged flesh pressed engorged flesh as they ground against one another. Jean rose up and looked down into Micah’s eyes.
“I want you, want to bury myself inside you. You belong to Anita…I want you for just tonight to belong to me. I want to possess you.”
Jean-Claude knew that Micah was no bottom but his own need didn’t care one way or the other. He needed the other man, the man who was an extension of Anita. He needed to have him to convince himself that the stubborn woman was safe and sound.
Micah nodded, somehow understanding, perhaps needing the same thing himself. Jean-Claude moved from atop him. It only seemed appropriate that they mate in a more feral way than face to face. The Nimir-Raj moved onto his hands and knees, looking back at Jean-Claude as the vampire reached for a bottle of thick oil, preferring his old concoction to the new gels and lubricants he had seen.
“How do you want it?” Jean-Claude didn’t think he had much more patience left. He needed to be buried in the other man’s hard, lean body.
“NOW! Fuck me now!”
He did, oiling himself and sliding into Micah’s body. Despite what Anita might think, this man was no stranger to being taken this way. He was ready, relaxing around Jean-Claude even before he was sheathed completely inside him. Once the vampire *was* inside, though, everything changed as Micah met his thrusts with back thrusts of his own, tightening and pulling Jean-Claude deeper and deeper.
Jean-Claude fed his Arduer and fed well on the lust of the beautiful were. Micah was well matched to his needs, strong and virile and generous with himself.
Jean-Claude reached beneath him, taking his cock in hand and stroking it hard and fast, murmuring encouragement to Micah though he didn’t seem to need any. The vampire’s thrusts became erratic as he lost control and filled Micah with pearly semen. Micah answered in kind as he spilled himself over Jean-Claude’s cool hand.
It was nowhere near dawn they disentangled themselves and lay in the big, soft bed. Jean-Claude remembered Micah saying he couldn’t sleep.
“She will be all right. They all will.” Jean-Claude offered the shelter of his arms as he held them open to Micah.
Micah nodded slowly and lay down in the vampire’s embrace. “I know you love her as much as I do.”
Jean-Claude nodded. “I do… now rest. I will guard your dreams until she returns to us.”
Micah looked at him, surprised. “Thank you.”
He closed his eyes and slept, oddly safe in the arms of Anita’s other lover.
~end~