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A Secret Wish
Author: Poisondreams (aka Nan)
Beta: none
Email: [email protected]
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jason/Asher, Hints of Jean-Claude/Anita
Warnings: It�s a Fluff thing baby
Request: fluff/romance, humor
Written For: Cooper_666
�He�s doing it again.�
Asher looked up to see what Nathaniel was talking about. The young wereleopard�s gaze was on a somber Jason, who sat alone holding what looked like a letter. It hadn�t been the first time he had noticed, the usually upbeat, hyperactive pomme de sang isolating himself. Putting aside his book, Asher watched with concern. Jason was not one to withdraw . On the contrary, he was one who would be around whether you wanted him there or not. He laughed with that thought; Jason always put him in a better mood. But the nearer they got to the Christmas holiday, the more Jason seemed to disappear into his own world.
�Nathaniel, has he not spoken to you of what grieves him?�
�No,� the young man answered, with a sigh. �I�ve asked and he always tells me �nothing�.�
�Do you know what it is that he holds?�
�Never seen it.� Nathaniel turned to look at the vampire then, worry clearly on his face. �Do you think that Jean- Claude might know, Asher?�
�I am not sure,� he said with a small smile, �but I will ask Jean-Claude and let you know. Do not worry, Nathaniel, I am sure all will be fine.�
They had all promised to spend the week of Christmas together and Anita hadn�t really minded when she saw how excited Nathaniel was. It was quite the cozy holiday this year because although Anita�s house was spacious everyone was sharing a bed or sleeping bag with someone. He smiled inwardly, reminded of past times. Nathaniel went into the kitchen and Asher studied Jason; seeing someone that would usually be as happy and excited about the festivities, so distant. . .
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�Jason��
Jason rolled onto his back, exposing his neck, waiting to feed the vampire who he shared the bed with. He heard a soft chuckle. The bed dipped as the person that was speaking sat next to him. A cool hand brushed his lengthening blond hair from his eyes. Jason smiled at the tender touch.
�Non, mon ami, I do not wish to feed from you tonight.�
Jason slowly opened his eyes to see Jean-Claude�s gaze upon him. His hand still combing through his hair, Jason growled with frustration. �Why is everyone looking at me like that Jean- Claude? Is there something growing on my face that I should know about?�
�Non, non.� Jean- Claude laughed. �There is nothing growing on your handsome face. We are just worried about you. What troubles you?�
�It�s nothing Jean- Claude, really,� Jason said. �I�ve just got something on my mind that I�m trying to work through, that�s all.�
�Sometimes it helps to talk about things.�
�Geez, you sound like Nat.� Jason laughed, looking up into cerulean eyes. �It was Nathaniel that asked you to talk to me, wasn�t it?�
�Non, it was not mon jeune pomme de sang. But even if Asher had not asked me to speak to you I still would have. I can taste your distress while I feed. I have not pressed into your thoughts, even though it is within my right.�
�Asher!� He thought, �Asher had inquired about him? Could this night get any worse?�
�I know that it�s your right to read my mind; thank- you for not doing it. Everything will be fine Jean -Claude. You sure you don�t need to feed?�
�Oui, ma petite will be here and she has offered herself, as long as I allow her to feed from me. I�m sure you are aware it will be Christmas in a few hours.�
�Oh � Ho, early Christmas gift,� Jason wiggled his eyebrows. �Ni-ice.�
�Oui, very nice as you say.�
�Do you think Asher might need my services?�
Jean Claude stared at Jason, as though questioning if he should invade the werewolf�s thoughts, but at last smiled and nodded. �I believe he would be happy to accept anything you may offer.�
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Jason took a deep breath before heading down to Damian�s room. He and Asher had agreed to share the room, but Damian had just left for �take out�. Turning the knob, he felt the nervous butterflies that came anytime he was near the t�moin, with the long golden hair that always hid the scars tarnishing his unworldly beauty, the light husky blue eyes that shone with passion, and a bite that would bring unfathomable passion. A bite that he had yet to experience, but one he craved. Jason stopped half way in, pulling the paper out from his back pocket and stared at the written words. His words. His feelings. All written for Asher, for the one who stole his heart.
�Stole my heart,� he thought. �Shit, what would Asher think? Hell what would everyone think?�
Jason�s teeth played with his lower lip, before folding the paper back up. He couldn�t do this. It wasn�t right. Christmas was a time to have fun, not admit to something that may�or may not�no MAY make someone uncomfortable. A cool hand stopped his at the back pocket, gently removing the paper from his grasp.
�Jean- Claude informed me that you have offered yourself tonight. Was that correct?� Asher said, as he took Jason�s hand to lead him down into the room. He stopped short when the young werewolf didn�t move. Sky blue eyes stared at the paper in the vampire�s hand as white teeth played with full lips. �Is this not for me, mon ami?�
With trembling legs Jason took a step down, leveling himself with the eyes of the taller vampire, and nodded. Asher�s cool hand caressed his cheek and he leaned into the touch. With that one move Jason�s body warmed; aching to be touch more. Women of the world forgive him, but he wanted to be consumed and loved by this man. As soft smile graced Asher�s face before they continued the descent.
�You must understand that I will not be able to fully roll you mind, mon loup, you are not my pomme de sang, it would not be right. But if you freely offer yourself, I will be gentle. I will make your first time very memorable.�
�How? I mean you haven�t even read the letter.� Jason said softly.
�I do not need to read what is on the paper, when I can see what is in your eyes, mon beau, Jason.� His finger was placed on Jason�s lips before another word could be spoken. �And let me say, that I have had feelings for you, for sometime now. You have made my Christmas a special one. No one has made me feel so alive since ma ch�re Julianna.�
�But, Jean- Cla��
�Different, mon loup, much different,� Asher mouth was covering Jason�s before the last word was fully said.
Jason realized that his secret wish was finally coming true and for Christmas to boot. He moaned as he fully submitted to Asher. Whatever the future held, tonight was something that only wet dreams were made of and this was one dream he never wanted to wake from.
The End
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