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Richard sat bolt upright in bed, covered head to toe in a cold
sweat, still shaking from the force of the---the----whatever the
fuck it was he'd just experienced. He didn't know if it was a
dream, or a portent, or a vision, or some glimpse of reality, but it
had been painful. And strong. And it sent every reaction to danger
he had tingling to full alert. He was lucky he hadn't shifted then
and there from the sheer surge of power. It had Anita's taste and
essence all over it, and he knew it had to have been something
intense, or her mind-shields would have blocked it. He spent a few
minutes calming himself, carding hands shakily through sweat-
drenched hair, before sliding out of his soaked sheets and grabbing
the phone. Time to call the person he hated most. Too bad it also
happened to be the only person who could possibly help him in this
Jean-Claude stepped into his office, grateful to close the ornate
door behind him. Any casual observer would see nothing amiss; skin
pale as porcelain, hair tumbling just so over his elegant lace-
trimmed shirt... but the slightest tremor in his hand, the dilated
pupils, would give him away to any supernatural creature. Jean-
Claude was agitated, and any passing vampire of sufficient power
would know in an instant. The... vision? feeling? that had just
washed over him had been unformed but deeply disturbing, and though
he had no clear picture of it, it could only have come from one
person. Anita. No sooner had the door closed, the phone was ringing.
Not the normal line but the private one, the one only a select few
knew the number of. He was across the plush carpeted floor in an
instant, raising the receiver to his ear and speaking softly into
it. "This is Jean-Claude."
"You felt it." Richard wasted no time on either pretense or
introductions. He didn't have time for games.
"Mais oui, Richard," Jean-Claude purred, wincing at the werewolf's
harsh tone. He didn't have to ask what the man meant.
Richard exhaled slowly. "Any ideas?" He sat back on his bed, naked
now. He'd kicked off sweat-soaked boxers already.
"Many, mon ami, and none of them good," mused Jean-Claude, sinking
into a black leather chair.
"Care to share?" Richard's voice was low, strained, but his
frustration was not, for once, directed at Jean-Claude. He knew the
vampire was every bit as upset about Anita's leave of absence as he
was, and they'd come to a sort of uneasy peace since she'd removed
herself from their lives.
Jean-Claude smirked; Richard must be upset indeed to seek him out
voluntarily. "Not over the telephone, I fear," he breathed. "You
must come here."
"No way," Richard responded flatly. "We need to meet somewhere
neutral. I don't trust you." This, he knew, wasn't news to Jean-
Claude, but still.
That got a low chuckle from Jean-Claude. Richard did so love to
point out the painfully obvious. "Nevertheless, it must be here. I
cannot leave safely at the moment, and I do not think you wish to be
seen consorting with vampires." He didn't add that the reason he
couldn't leave was that he wasn't sure if he was safe to be around
humans at the moment. He hadn't yet fed, and the shock of the vision
had shaken his self control.
Richard gritted his teeth, running a hand distractedly through
golden-brown waves. He really, *really* did not like the idea of
going to the Circus of the Damned alone, at this time of night, in
his current state---charged up and volatile---but he wanted
answers. He was almost positive that disturbing dreams were going
to haunt him tonight if he tried to go back to sleep, and although
he suspected Jean-Claude was just stringing him along and didn't
have any more answers than he did, the possibility of figuring out
if Anita was OK---hell, just figuring out what had just happened---
was too tantalizing. He nodded, even though no one could see it,
then said finally. "...Have someone waiting at the entrance for me.
I'll be there in about 20 minutes."
"But of course," Jean-Claude smirked, refusing to let the werewolf
infuriate him. What Anita saw in the cur he didn't know.
Unfortunately, they were linked now.
Richard hung up without saying good-bye, covering his face with his
hands for a moment. He was not doing this. He wasn't meeting the
vampire, the man---thing---he hated most in his own damn lair. This
was just a part of one very fucked-up dream.
Apparently, it was no dream, because 20 minutes later, as promised,
Richard was waiting at private entrance of the Circus, having
showered and changed into decent clothes before coming. Hair was
pulled back in a ponytail, showing off his tanned, handsome face.
Brown corduroy pants that matched his soulful, true eyes, and a
plain white t-shirt that showed off the muscles beneath his skin.
He wasn't dressing to seduce anyone, but he knew as well as Jean-
Claude that sex was equated with power in this arena.
Jean-Claude had sent his most imposing male vampire to meet Richard,
just to annoy him. He loved to do that in every subtle way possible.
It was so much fun. Just like now; he awaited Richard in his
personal rooms rather than his office. It would put the conversation
on a more intimate level, thus disturbing the painfully straight-
laced werewolf. Richard knew that Jean-Claude had no problems having
sex with men as well as women.
Richard glowered the whole way to Jean-Claude's room, not missing
the subtle message that the vampire was meeting him somewhere
*other* than his office. He was already regretting agreeing to meet
Jean-Claude here----not only was the vampire his rival in Anita's
affections, he was also the Master of the fucking City, and took
every opportunity to either rub it in people's faces or take full
advantage of the position. Like now. He could feel his hackles
rising on the back of his neck as he entered the room, taking in the
sight of the (grudgingly admittedly attractive) vampire in his
chair. He was sure Jean-Claude couldn't miss the irritation in his
The smirk on Jean-Claude's face widened to a smile, taking in
Richard's appearance. The man looked positively edible, and he meant
that literally. Too bad he was so uptight. He rose from his chair
with a fluid grace only a two-hundred-year old vampire possessed,
and made a small, mocking bow. He was dressed in a white lace shirt
and midnight blue trousers that hugged his slim hips. "Welcome,
Richard," he purred, using his voice even though he was reasonably
sure the man was immune to the power of it. It was a habit. "So good
of you to join me." He flicked his attention to the looming vampire
escort, and said, "Leave us." Then he pretended to have a
thought. "Unless of course, Richard, you wish his presence? Or is he
not, as they say, your type?" he asked teasingly.
"Fuck off," Richard returned evenly, pleased that he managed to keep
his temper. Well, sort of. "He can leave. This is private." He
didn't care who he offended. He was every bit as powerful as the
vampire escort. He was not Ulfric of the Thronos Rokke clan for no
Jean-Claude laughed low and soft, and nodded at the escort to
leave. "Very well. Can I offer you something to... drink?" he asked,
the pause infinitesimal but there. Baiting Richard was too enjoyable.
Richard just glowered at him, before responding, "Water is fine."
He would not rise to Jean-Claude's bait. He would not. His libido,
on the other hand, was pulsing at the back of his mind, insistent
now after being awoken by the charged vision he received earlier,
and Jean-Claude, who apparently radiated sex-appeal no matter who
was around, was the closest thing. He pushed it down with an inward
snarl. He was straight. He didn't sleep with men, particularly not
ones who were fucking with his girlfriend.
The vampire went to a matte black refrigerator and retrieved a
bottle of French spring water, chilled to just above the freezing
point, and glided back to Richard, handing the bottle to him. In
case the man thought he was trying to drug him... "As you can see,
it is sealed," he remarked. "Perhaps you would be more comfortable
if you sat down," he suggested, indicating a grouping of chairs and
a couch. All done in black and red leather of course. He sat in a
chair, nostrils flaring as he caught the unmistakable scent of
arousal from the werewolf. Interesting.
Richard took the bottle of water with a nod by way of thanks, and
slowly sank onto the couch, his eyes still on Jean-Claude's face.
Why was he so wound up tonight? Yes, he'd had the vision, and yes,
he hated Jean-Claude, but it was more than that. He chalked it up
to stressed-out frustration and pushed it aside. "So tell me about
the vision you got," he said after a moment, taking the top off the
bottled water and sipping at it. "I was asleep, so it was really
vague, but really powerful." He stared at the wall for a moment,
trying to concentrate on the vision he'd gotten and not the bizarre
knot of tension at the base of his spine. It was too easy to get
worked up---in any sense of the word---after the rush of power he'd
experienced. "I was hoping yours was clearer, since you were awake."
"I wish I could say that it was," Jean-Claude said with real regret
in his voice. "But ma petite has been blocking our bond for so long
now that I no longer get any clear messages from her. I sensed only
power, and danger..." He hesitated. "At the risk of disturbing your
sensibilities, Richard, I also got the impression of violent sex."
He himself had no problem with Anita satisfying her needs with
others, but he knew Richard was hopelessly human in that regard.
Sure enough, that last statement, Richard's eyes clouded, and he
stared adamantly at the wall. He hoped vehemently that Jean-Claude
was wrong, but judging from how... riled up he was, it was probably
accurate. "That's pretty much all I got," he said after a moment,
sounding more than a little agitated, though he was keeping an
admirable hold on his temper. He knew Jean-Claude was as frustrated
by Anita's silence as he was.
"I have not felt anything since that brief flash," Jean-Claude went
on, then added, "Save for slight lingering... aftereffects." He
wasn't sure if he had put that too delicately for the other man to
understand, but he should be able to smell it at least. Jean-Claude
Richard smelled it, all right, and he didn't like it one bit. He
knew Jean-Claude swung both ways, as it were (hell, he wasn't sure
there was a way Jean-Claude *didn't* swing) but he was not heading
down that road for all the money and power in the world. "I've
noticed some aftereffects too," he said, voice flat. No point in
pretending otherwise. Didn't mean he had to act on them.
Jean-Claude laughed softly. Richard really was too uptight. Here
they were, two aroused, preternaturally strong men, and he wouldn't
even consider slaking the lust that would kill a human with each
other. "I know," he said pointedly.
Great. Now Jean-Claude was starting in with the sexual innuendoes.
Richard really did not need this. He drank down half the bottle,
then rose abruptly, not liking the fact that his body was responding
to the pulse of Jean-Claude's arousal one bit. "I think I should
go, if there's nothing more to talk about," he said curtly.
Jean-Claude rose from his chair just as quickly but much more
smoothly, and moved to within a foot of the werewolf. This close,
Richard's sexual aura was intoxicating, and Jean-Claude breathed it
in like a fine perfume. It echoed off of the vampire's need, and
intensified in the small space between them. "Are you absolutely
certain you wish to leave?" he purred, eyes nearly black now.
Richard didn't answer immediately, finding himself caught by the
deep blue pools of the vampire's eyes. This close, Jean-Claude was
absolutely.... breath-taking, and on an entirely different level
than Richard was used to dealing with. The Master Vampire's aura
wrapped around him, enveloping him and tugging at places inside him
no hand was ever meant to touch, and he shivered, pulling himself
out of the reverie with a low growl. It wasn't real, he told
himself. Just after-effects of the vision from Anita. "Yes," he
"Pity," purred Jean-Claude, not flinching from the growl, but
becoming more aroused. "Because I was going to suggest that we
combine our powers in an effort to sense if Anita is well or not."
That stopped him short, and he stared at Jean-Claude, as irked as he
was undeniably intrigued. "Combine our powers how?" he asked warily.
"I am not sure, it is just a theory," Jean-Claude answered
carefully. "But if we cooperate, we may be able to link our minds as
two-thirds of the triumvirate to force Anita to drop her shield."
She would certainly never expect them to cooperate in any manner.
At least he was being honest. And Richard wouldn't lie and say he
wasn't desperate to know what was going on with Anita. And as much
as he hated Jean-Claude, for both good reasons and bad, the vampire
was at least trustworthy when it came to Anita on this point. They
both wanted answers. "All right," he said after a moment, voice
still guarded, but definitely interested. His eyes never left Jean-
Claude's, brown eyes meeting dark blue without flinching. If only
Anita could see them now...
Jean-Claude arched a perfect eyebrow at Richard's quick agreement.
He hadn't thought the werewolf would acquiesce so
easily. "Splendid," he purred, stepping back. Now here was the
catch. "However I must warn you this has never been attempted
The eyebrow irked him for some reason, and for a moment Richard
started to get defensive, but he quelled that quickly. The only
thing he owed Jean-Claude was a punch in the face. "Go on," he said
in a low voice, watching the vampire with a mixture of caution,
mistrust, and, though he hated to admit it, fascination. Whatever
else could be said about him, Jean-Claude was compelling.
Jean-Claude sighed. "This requires trust on our parts, so I fear it
may not work. It requires that we both drop our mental shields and
make our powers, and our minds, accessible to the other." The
vampire knew damn well that Richard would never agree to such a
thing unless he really felt Anita was in danger. He of course wanted
to save Anita as well, but his motives were not as purely selfless.
He wanted to see if this could work, a forced bond contact.
"Well, you're right, that's gonna be hard," Richard responded, and a
wry grin appeared on his face, replacing the glower he'd worn since
he came in the room, and for a moment it was obvious what had
attracted Anita to him in the first place. Then it was gone,
seriousness taking up residence again. "Sorry, but I don't exactly
trust you enough to let you inside my mind. Any other bright
Jean-Claude shrugged. "C'est dommage. If you do not wish to try, I
cannot force you," he said with regret. "I am sure ma petite can
fend for herself, she is a remarkably resilient woman." A small
pause, and a look at Richard. Such a pity, he would have loved to
get his hands on that chiseled frame. "After all, she does enjoy
That did it. Richard gritted his teeth, anger radiating off him in
waves like heat off a sidewalk on a hot summer's day. Jean-Claude
was a manipulative bastard and he knew it, but all he could think
about now was Anita, screaming her head off as some nameless,
faceless man---vampire---lycanthrope, it didn't matter, fucked her
into the bed. The vision made him so angry it was all he could do
not to spit his next words into Jean-Claude's face like flesh-eating
acid. "Keep talking."
It was all Jean-Claude could do not to smirk. For all that he was a
powerful Ulfric, Richard was as easy to manipulate as a human. Just
the thought of his precious Anita in someone else's bed and he lost
all reason. Never mind that he knew full well that Anita had slept
with Jean-Claude. "I cannot describe it, we must just do it," he
said. "We shall both reach out to Anita, and each other as well, and
let the power combine fully."
Richard knew he was being manipulated, knew Jean-Claude was playing
him like a drum, but he couldn't help it. Anita was... in some sort
of situation, and because they were all now irrevocably tied
together, he couldn't just walk away. Couldn't pretend that he
didn't wake up nights in a cold sweat, calling out to her, aching
without words for the third part of the triumvirate he'd never
wanted to be a part of. He'd just wanted Anita. He pushed that
line of thought away and took a deep breath. "Okay, so... let's do
this." He stared at Jean-Claude, angry and frustrated and unsure
how to begin. He could still feel that pulse of pure sex at the
bottom of his mind, where all of his most basic impulses were, and
if anything, it'd gotten stronger. Dammit.
Jean-Claude smiled, a slow spread of grin that he knew wouldn't
reassure Richard. "Let us," he agreed. "I suggest you sit down, get
comfortable, mon ami, for this may take some time." He seated
himself on the couch. "We shall need to be in... some sort of
physical contact," he purred, waiting for Richard's reaction to that.
Richard's reaction was something between a knee-jerk snarl and a
flat stare of incredulity. But they'd already established that he
was desperate enough to do this, and he wasn't about to back out
now, no matter how badly he wanted to shift and rip Jean-Claude's
throat out. Never mind the fact that such an act would assuredly
kill him as well. He also didn't much like the fact that that purr
went straight to his gut. What the hell was he doing getting turned
on by a man---vampire---what's more, by the vamp that he most wanted
dead? Fuck. His jaw tightened rather noticeably before he sat
himself on the couch next to Jean-Claude. Admittedly, at the
absolute farthest end from Jean-Claude, but on the same couch.
Jean-Claude felt as if he was leading a recalcitrant mule down a
path. "Richard," he said patiently. "While it is not necessary for
me to sit on your lap while we do this," and he snickered at the
mental image, "I did say there must be physical contact, and I can
hardly touch you from here." Actually, he didn't know if contact was
required, he was just guessing. But he was reasonably certain. And
it would annoy Richard.
Richard took a deep breath, let it out slowly through his nose. He
could do this. This was for Anita... and that was a whole barrel of
mixed feelings he didn't want to get into at the moment, but he did
know one thing: he had to do this. So he hesitantly scooted towards
Jean-Claude on the couch, stopping when they were just centimeters
away from touching. This close, he could feel their energies
reaching out to each other, so eager to mix despite his own
reluctance. Jean-Claude was like a great dark pool, limitless and
cold, so cold. His own aura curled around it, in it, pawed and
twisted and slid against Jean-Claude's aura like a playful wolf cub,
taking and giving of their combined strength. Whatever his own
feelings, their bond was a powerful one, and it sent shivers up and
down his spine. He reached out one hand, chocolate eyes locked onto
Jean-Claude's face, hesitantly moving to touch skin against skin.
Shivering slightly from the power of the man next to him, Jean-
Claude had a brief moment of doubt that he was truly in control of
the situation. But the wash of power over his was intoxicating and
exhilarating and arousing all in one, and he reached out to take
Richard's hand, and dove in. Like jumping into a bottomless lake, he
felt himself immersed in lycanthrope power before his power
adjusted, buoying him upwards as their power melded. Vaguely, he
felt his body go from merely interested to completely, helplessly
aroused, and he shifted closer to Richard unconsciously.
This was... absolutely incredible. Richard gasped as their power
met in a noiseless thundering crash, like lightening striking
directly overhead, only a thousand times more intense. The edge of
his consciousness registered that his cock had gone from sort of
hard to straining in his pants, but it was of minimal importance.
Suddenly he was face-to-face with Jean-Claude, mere inches from
perfect, porcelain skin and *glowing* blue eyes, and he could see
their power leaking out around the edges of Jean-Claude's facade of
humanity. He could feel himself slipping partly, too, his beast
roiling beneath his skin in reaction to the power crackling along
both their frames, and he found himself craving more contact, even
more intensity that he knew would come with it.
Jean-Claude felt his power, felt it drawn to Richard's beast, felt
his body ache for something even he couldn't name. This was so far
beyond anything he could have expected that he laughed joyously, and
slid his hand up Richard's arm, seeking more contact.
Just that slight contact was more than Richard was bargaining for,
and he let out a cry as power arched along his spine, brown eyes
going golden and feral at the surge. He automatically dug fingers
into Jean-Claude's arm, hard enough to snap a human's bone. "Fuck,"
he groaned, voice low and hoarse and guttural.
The combination of Richard's touch, his power and his groan made
Jean-Claude nearly mad with desire. He wanted to possess Richard, to
ravish him and, yes, fuck him, more than he'd ever wanted anyone or
anything. He knew it was the power, but he for once was helpless
before it, and his eyes rolled back in his head as he tried to
resist the urge to just pounce.
Richard was nearly out of his mind with the power, as well, but his
desire was making itself known as well. Part of his mind was
screaming at him to get away, NOW, before things got any further out
of hand, but without Anita here to remind him---to distract him---he
was finding it nigh impossible to pull away. The bond was just too
strong, the rush of power too heady. Jean-Claude was calling his
beast, and with a snarl he pushed it down, riding instead the wave
of primal hunger and lust that flowed off it in a great tide of
Waves of lust hit him, sweeping from Richard to Jean-Claude and back
again, and the vampire no longer had the will, or the desire to
resist. Richard might well try to kill him but holding back was too
painful. With a snarl of his own, Jean-Claude moved, flinging
himself on top of Richard, pushing the werewolf back onto the couch.
Richard let out a howl of rage as Jean-Claude pushed him backwards,
his desire clashing with a flood of pure fury. Supernatural
strength flooded his body as he threw Jean-Claude off him, power
crackling through the air as he flung himself after the vampire,
eyes glowing, teeth bared, his power a pulsing, visible glow around
his body. It was no longer just a matter of combining power. It
was a battle for dominance, and the loser would either be killed or
fucked through the nearest hard surface till he bled from the eyes.
Righting himself, Jean-Claude hissed as Richard bore him back
against the wall. He pushed back with every bit of strength he
possessed, shoving at Richard with enough force to push a tractor-
trailer up a mountain. He would NOT be denied, he would have
Richard, and the pressure from his cock seemed to fill his world.
Richard was thrown across the room hard enough to crack the stone
wall, a furious scream issuing from his mouth that no human could
ever make. It was the accompanying surge of power that stunned him,
though. Jean-Claude was in his domain, buoyed by the servants whose
power he could draw on just on the other side of thin walls, and
Richard was far from his pack, even though they could still feel his
rage and desire and the power flooding his veins. It took him
several moments to stagger to his feet, teeth bared.
By the time Richard made it to his feet, Jean-Claude was already
there, slamming him back against the wall and grabbing at the man's
long ponytail, wrenching his neck back. Jean-Claude's nostrils
flared as he smelled the flowing blood, just beneath the surface,
and wondered how sweet it would taste on his tongue.
Richard knew Jean-Claude could break his neck if he so chose, could
end his life instantly if that was what he wanted. He also knew
that his own death would mean that of Jean-Claude's, and very likely
Anita's, though possibly her shields would save her from that fate.
It wasn't a chance either of them was willing to risk, however. He
snarled, trying to break out of Jean-Claude's grasp, but even the
strength of an Ulfric wasn't enough against an incensed Master
Vampire in his own domain, with all his followers nearby. Richard
pushed at Jean-Claude, muscles straining beneath the layer of skin,
but to no avail. All he could manage was to keep Jean-Claude's
mouth away from his neck---for now.
The bloodlust sang through Jean-Claude's body, warring with more
conventional lust, and he ached to feed from Richard, to share their
power once again. His tongue flicked out, just touching the skin,
tasting the tang of sweat and desire. Richard was fighting with all
his strength, but Jean-Claude knew in his heart that he could
overpower the werewolf. Eventually. He warned off the other vampires
mentally, so that none would disturb them. He would have Richard
tonight, and it would be a fight, but he would prevail. He didn't
push farther to his neck, but instead ground his hips against
Richard's, letting the werewolf feel how aroused he was.
The Ulfric growled again, low in his throat, as Jean-Claude pressed
against him, and had he been not quite so charged up on power, he
would have been horrified at the spark of pleasure that flew along
his body, magnified a hundredfold by the incredible power their bond
gave them. In this state, the only things that existed were sex and
power and blood, and the heady mixture of all three. There was no
point in denying his own intense arousal, not when Jean-Claude could
smell it, could *feel* it singing in the air and thrumming along
their bodies. Rational thought was a distant, cold memory as
instinctual *need* took over. Richard snarled, straining against
the other monster, the big pulse in his neck visible against his
taut golden skin.
As tempting as the hard flesh pressed against him was, Jean-Claude
was a vampire and the lust for Richard's blood was the primary thing
that drove him now. Dredging up every bit of strength he could, he
pushed forward and buried his face against the werewolf's neck for a
long moment, just breathing in the scent of the delicious, pulsing
life-fluid just under the skin. Then he drew back his lips and his
teeth lengthened, preparing to feed. He was nearly mindless now,
taken over by lust. The power ebbed and flowed between them, robbing
him of his sanity but he didn't care.
Richard screamed as fight-or-flight instincts took over. No one, NO
ONE fed on him. Nails clawed at the white shirt, ripping it to
shreds as it rent the smooth perfect flesh beneath it as Richard
clawed at Jean-Claude's chest and sides, fury giving him new
strength. The smell of the blood was maddening, and he roared,
throwing Jean-Claude away from him and lunging after, bearing the
both of them to the floor. Howls and screams ripped the air as the
two monsters rolled on the floor, a blinding flash of claws and
teeth and limbs too fast for human eyes to see.
A high keening sound came from Jean-Claude, not of pain but of pure
animal delight as he fought with all of his strength and power to
pin Richard. He felt his own flesh torn and bloodied but he didn't
care; it only added to the pleasure he felt when Richard's blood
called to him, even more strongly. With movements that would have
broken Richard's spine had he been human, Jean-Claude finally got on
top of the Ulfric, pinning him with arms, legs, and eyes. He turned
his full, powerful gaze on Richard, eyes the cobalt blue of the
midnight sky, a blue so dark that most would think it black.
Unconsciously, he rocked his hips, rubbing their straining cocks
together, but his focus was that pulse point in Richard's neck, and
he dove for it unerringly. Richard was mostly immune to a vampire's
gaze but it had distracted him long enough. Jean-Claude went still
as his teeth sank into the werewolf's neck at last.
Richard's howl of rage was cut short as fangs sank into his neck,
Jean-Claude's mouth fastening at his throat like a drowning man at a
watering hole. The Ulfric's first reaction was to shove him off,
but his body shuddered as a wave of intense ecstasy rolled through
him, the accompanying rush of power almost blinding him. Blood was
power in a concrete form, and the sharing of it was so heart-
stoppingly intense that Richard stopped breathing for a moment, lost
in the rushing, throbbing ecstasy of the vampire's bite. For
several long moments, he thought he was going to die from the
sensory overload. The werewolf gripped Jean-Claude's body hard
enough to break a normal human in two, eyes fixed unseeingly on a
spot far above them. Air was rushing past his ears, he was falling,
he was flying, he was floating and tumbling and burning----
Jean-Claude hung on like a limpet, and not even Richard could have
broken his grip then. He was feeding from a being as powerful as
himself, and the rush was even better than the last time. He had the
power to make his bite feel like ecstasy, and he did, because the
pleasure looped back to him through their shared bond. Mere physical
sex paled in comparison, but that didn't stop the vampire from
wanting it too, to possess Richard completely. He was mad with blood
and lust, and as he drank he reached below him and ripped Richard's
pants off as if they were tissue.
The sudden loss of his clothing managed to pierce the haze
surrounding Richard's brain, and he snarled, moving arms that were
suddenly heavy with lust and ecstasy to shove at Jean-Claude's
chest, but with minimal results. But the sudden touch of skin
against his was a shock, too, and he gasped, eyes rolling wildly in
his head. He clawed wildly at the creature on top of him, desperate
to get some purchase, and with a sudden spurt of strength he managed
to roll with Jean-Claude on top of him across the floor, ripping
flesh and cloth as they went. Soon only shreds of clothing were
hanging off of them, only managing to hang on by virtue of being
stuck to their skin with blood.
Jean-Claude raised his head, blood dripping down his chin, laughing
at the contact of their bodies at long last. He wasn't sure just
when his clothes had gotten ripped off but now he didn't much care.
He fed on lust as much as blood, and he couldn't get enough. "Why
fight it, mon cher?" he growled, voice not quite human. "I shall
have you." As if to illustrate, he rolled on top of Richard's back
as the man tried to stand, his stiff cock sliding between the
werewolf's buttocks, so close to where it wanted to be.
Crazed by lust and power, Richard keened, clawing the floor beneath
Jean-Claude as the vampire ground against him from behind. His cock
was so hard now it was physically painful, and lust was almost
overriding the craving for blood now. But he was not, was NOT going
to let Jean-Claude fuck him like some cheap whore. He was Ulfric,
he was alpha, and he was no one's bitch. He twisted, one clawed
hand lashing out to strike at Jean-Claude's shoulder, the only part
he could reach while pinned. At the same time, he bucked wildly,
trying to throw Jean-Claude off him so he could pin the vampire.
Getting away was no longer the objective. Asserting his dominance
over Jean-Claude was.
Snarling, Jean-Claude held on, refusing to give up dominion. He had
fed on Richard's blood and now he would feast upon his body. He
wrenched one of Richard's hands behind his back, forcing his face
into the floor. A remote part of his mind wondered if Richard would
think to change, or if he was coherent enough to realize that would
give the vampire even more power over him, as the wolf was Jean-
Claude's beast to call. No matter, man or beast, Jean-Claude *would*
fuck Richard. He had few morals at best, and now... nothing mattered
except this lust.
Changing was becoming harder and harder to avoid as base animal
impulses strove in Richard for dominance, but still he fought it
off. He had enough coherency left to realize that he would be
completely under Jean-Claude's power if he shifted (more so than he
was now), and he would lose all sense of reason as the beast-mind
took over. He screamed in rage as the vampire ground his face into
the floor, his free hand clawing furiously at the blood-smeared
stone. But he was pinned, arm at an awkward angle, close to
breaking completely as Jean-Claude pressed against him from behind.
Jean-Claude felt the quality of Richard's power roil beneath him,
and knew the man was fighting his change. Splendid. It was time.
With the smallest of shifts he was in position. Usually Jean-Claude
took the time to prepare his male lovers but he doubted very much
that Richard would hold still for it. Well, the werewolf could take
a rough entry, there was no doubt of that, so without further
preamble he shoved his cock into Richard, not savagely but
For a split second, Richard thought he felt the flicker of Anita's
spirit, a spark of worry and fear that flared briefly in his
consciousness, but then Jean-Claude thrust into him, blasting
everything else out of his mind. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" He screamed,
tightening in painful, automatic reaction to the hard length
pressing into his body. Rage flowed through him, colored by
undeniable lust and the mind-blowing mesh of their power.
Jean-Claude didn't slow, thrusting into Richard's painfully tight
body repeatedly, trying to get the werewolf past the pain and into
the pleasure. He had a flash of malicious delight that Richard
was... had been... a virgin.
Jean-Claude's pleasure rippled through Richard's consciousness,
connected as they were by an almost unbreakable psychic link. The
pain and the pleasure roared and twisted into one massive overload
of sensation, buoyed by the ceaseless crackle of power around them.
Richard snarled and moaned and growled, bloodying his knuckles as he
fought against the unforgiving stone floor, his body rocking
violently every time Jean-Claude thrust into him.
Jean-Claude snarled right back, driving in and out of Richard, the
pleasure building as it fed off their power and pain. "We could have
done it the easy way, Richard," he said, his accent more pronounced
and his voice more of a sinuous hiss.
"Like---hell---we could've," bit out Richard, voice so strained and
deadly as to be almost unrecognizable. Truth be told, he was riding
high on wave after wave of ecstasy as Jean-Claude pounded into him,
and he could feel his orgasm building at the base of his spine.
When he came, it would be so far beyond anything he'd ever had---
even anything with Anita, who, despite being Jean-Claude's human
servant and one-third of their very powerful triumvirate, was just
not built to take the kind of abuse he and Jean-Claude were both
Jean-Claude was single-minded in his pursuit of power and pleasure
both, and he wasn't comparing this to any of his other conquests.
Not that it would have compared. Never before, not even with other
vampires or lycanthropes, had he felt such a rush, such a dose of
raw power. He wouldn't soon forget it. He knew when he climaxed that
it would be exquisite, and mindblowing. But first he would be sure
the werewolf took his pleasure. Not because of any selfless desire
to please but the fact that he knew Richard was enjoying it would
anger the Ulfric even more. And yes, Richard was enjoying it,
despite the violence and protestations and the grooves that the
man's nails were digging in the stone floor from his sheer strength.
Richard couldn't hide his feelings from Jean-Claude, not now.
It was a damn good thing Richard was a werewolf, and an Ulfric at
that, because any other creature would literally have been fucked to
death by now. Jean-Claude was being absolutely brutal, slamming in
again and again hard enough to make his head spin, but the really
astounding thing----or horrifying, he wasn't sure---was that he
wanted more. He was furious, absolutely furious at being taken like
this, but coherent thoughts were rapidly leaving him. He'd have
time to be angry later. Right now the pressure building at the base
of his spine was so close to breaking he could taste it, just behind
the metallic taste of his own blood.
Jean-Claude pounded relentlessly, never letting up, and he let his
power join with Richard's, now colored with passion and lust. Jean-
Claude was an incubus, sex was the source of his power, and he let
it wash over Richard. He could probably have made the werewolf come
without a touch, but he was also brutally fucking him. He willed
Richard to climax, to lose control and scream like the animal he so
ridiculously denied he was.
Jean-Claude got what he wanted. With an inhuman howl that everyone
in the Circus had to be able to hear, the Ulfric came, eyes rolling
in his head as his spine bowed off the ground in ecstatic agony.
Air roared past his ears, his blood turning to molten gold in his
veins as his body *pulsed*, becoming one vaguely man-shaped mass of
pure driving energy for a long, hear-stopping moment. Once more he
flashed on Anita's mind as the force of his power-driven orgasm blew
through her mental shields, then it was gone, lost in the roaring
pleasure that engulfed him completely.
If Jean-Claude hadn't been ready to climax, as linked as they were,
Richard would have taken him along despite his control. One gasp and
the vampire's body stiffened in pleasure so intense that it alone
would have stopped a human's heart. But Jean-Claude was already
dead, as Anita loved to remind him, so he just rode out wave after
wave of it, his and Richard's orgasms reflecting off one another and
intensifying like constructive interference. Richard's howl drowned
out any physical noise the vampire made, but the psychic scream no
doubt aroused any and all supernatural creatures within a five mile
His orgasm seemed to go on for ages, the mental effects lasting long
after the physical climax had passed, so that when it finally faded,
Richard sagged to the ground, bloodied and utterly exhausted.
Muscles that had been taut with the strain of fighting and fucking
went limp as wet noodles, and he groaned, almost slipping into
Jean-Claude pulled himself out of Richard with difficulty; the
werewolf's muscles seemed to want to keep him inside. He staggered
to his feet, and if any of his entourage had seen him now they would
scarcely have recognized him. Disheveled hair, bleeding from a dozen
wounds, elegant clothes in rags strewn around him... this was no
civilized vampire. This was a sated creature of desire. He stood
over Richard and said, hoarsely, maliciously, "She felt that."
That roused Richard, and with an effort and a growl, he rolled onto
one side, glaring murderously up at the creature above him. "How
could she not?" His voice was as hoarse as Jean-Claude's, but it
was about all he could manage. Even fresh anger couldn't give him
new strength, not after what he'd just been through. Even bloody
and exhausted, though, he glowed with an inner radiance, only
clarified by the rigor of sex. He didn't know what to think of what
had just happened. It was still too close, too overwhelming. He'd
hate Jean-Claude later even more than he already did, he suspected,
but just for this moment, he was... spent.
Jean-Claude laughed silkily, looking more and more composed by the
moment. The wounds inflicted by Richard himself would take longer to
heal, but the conventional injuries were nearly gone. Jean-Claude
was probably more powerful than he ever had been right now, imbued
as he was with the blood of a lycanthrope and the power of sex. He
was still naked though, his body pale and chiseled and perfect. And
still hard. His body wasn't constrained by the limits of human
weakness. He was aroused by Richard and their bond. "I am certain
you and Anita will have much to discuss when next you speak," he
smirked. "You have even more in common now."
Richard's strength was rapidly returning as well, thanks to
supernatural levels of healing, but he wasn't quite as energized as
Jean-Claude was, not being an incubus. And he'd been drained, too,
so even despite the power rush he'd received from linking with Jean-
Claude, he was weaker. Nevertheless, he got to his feet, eyes
smoldering with renewed rage as his strength returned to him. "I'm
certain she'll have plenty to say to you, too," he hissed. Anita
would *know* he'd never voluntarily have sex with Jean-Claude. This
hadn't exactly been rape, but it had been close enough.
Jean-Claude threw back his head and laughed. "If you will recall, my
dear Richard," he purred suggestively, "Anita was not that one who
had a problem with the two of us being... involved. It was you." He
made no move to clothe himself, knowing it would unsettle
Richard. "And now you know what we are capable of, together." He
vowed to himself, but silently, that this would not be the only time
he took the werewolf.
Richard just glared, but he was all the angrier because he knew Jean-
Claude was right. That rush of power, that sweet blast of energy
had been so amazing as to be nearly addictive from the very first
go. He'd never experienced anything like it, save for once or twice
when they'd actually managed to tap the real power of their
triumvirate. "I think I should go," he started to say, then
stopped, realizing with a surge of frustrated anger that he would
have to leave naked or ask the vampire for clothes.
Jean-Claude looked Richard over very obviously. "As stunning as that
body is, mon cher, I believe the police will not take kindly to you
displaying it." He stepped closer, and walked around him. "I may be
able to find something to fit you." He let his power mingle with
Richard's again, just teasingly.
"How generous of you," he managed through gritted teeth. That brief
flush of power caught his breath in his throat, made his cock twitch
all over again. But no. He was not just a monster, he was a man
too, he was Richard Zeeman, and he was leaving as soon as possible.
"Be sure to tell ma petite how *generous* I was, Richard," Jean-
Claude purred. With a thought he summoned an attendant and he told
him to bring clothing. "If she ever speaks to you again, that is."
Richard didn't respond to that, just glared in mutinous silence at
the wall until the attendant brought clothing---just his size, of
course, as Jean-Claude didn't own anything but tailored clothing---
and quickly got dressed. "Thanks," he said curtly.
"Ah, Richard, polite to the end," Jean-Claude said smoothly. "You
look ravishing as always." He stepped closer and smiled. "Pity we
were not able to contact Anita. But the evening was not a complete
waste, was it?" He thought perhaps Richard might have forgotten the
actual reason for his being here, and he thought a timely reminder
might annoy him further.
It was all Richard could do not to snarl and fling Jean-Claude
across the room----or try to, at any rate. He bit out his next
words with the barest veneer of civility. "No, I'd say it was a
waste." He glared at Jean-Claude, then nodded curtly once more and
pushed past the vampire out the door, not waiting for the escort.
He knew his way out of the Circus. Now all he needed to do was
figure out what the fuck he was going to do *now.*
With a wave of his hand, Jean-Claude summoned vampires to set his
room to rights, and went to get cleaned up. Not a waste at all, he
decided. And it *would* happen again.