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The Weekend
Author: Cooper_666
Beta: none
Email: [email protected]
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jean-Claude/Asher
Warnings: none
Request: Asher and Jean-Claude.....go away for a few days together alone
Written For: Obsidian Butterfly/Ashersembrace
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�Mon chardonneret,� Jean-Claude called, �Are you ready?�
He stood in the doorway of Asher�s room patiently. His hair fell in soft ringlets around his face, framing high cheekbones. He was wearing a forest green shirt that cut down the middle to show a slim line of pale skin. His pants were leather and meshed with long boots with shiny silver buckles.
His appearance did nothing to help Asher�s mood.
Asher glanced at him, irritated, �Une minute, mon ami, although I do no see the rush.�
Jean-Claude had come to him the night before, claiming an urgent message. He had to leave for a few days and wanted his temoin with him. So this evening, with barely any time to pack, they were leaving. For somewhere. Jean-Claude had been tight-lipped about the entire affair, keeping their destination secret.
Jean-Claude smiled, looking amused. Asher had seen the look too many times to be fooled by it.
�We do not have a minute, mon chardonneret, the jet is leaving, with or without you.� Jean-Claude pressured.
Asher huffed at his impatient, and glared at him. He was standing just beside the bed, Nathaniel�s sweet, metallic taste still in his mouth. The young leopard had moved in with Jason for the weekend, since Anita and Micah were going away for a few days. He had volunteered to give blood to him if he wanted, and Asher most definitely wanted.
He strode out of the room, brushing past Jean-Claude and leaving his suitcases in a pile on the bed. Someone would be sent for them eventually.
Jean-Claude turned and watched him march down the hall, with a smile lingering on his face. Asher had not been exactly cooperative but at least he was doing his part, albeit half-heartedly. So far, everything was going as planned.
*~*~*~*~*
The jet had flown in circles. Jean-Claude had simply laughed at him when Asher had asked him about their destination.
Asher sat on the plush leather interior and stared out the window. Clouds blocked his view of the ground, but it seemed that they were going in large, round circles. Jean-Claude sat at his side, thighs touching, even though there was plenty of room for him for him to spread out. The close proximity had irritated Asher at first, but he couldn�t keep it up. They�d been apart for so long, and even though Anita had brought them together once again, there was still the constant threat of her anger.
�I have a request for you, mon chardonneret,� Jean-Claude whispered into his ear, lifting up the headphones that they didn�t particularly had to wear.
Asher glared at him, trying to wallow some more in his bad mood. There was no need for Jean-Claude to know that he wasn�t that upset with the younger man. No need at all. �What is it, mon ami?�
Jean-Claude slipped his hand somewhere behind him and pulled out a strip of layered red silk. He offered it to Asher, the first signs of uncertainty flickering in his eyes. �S�il vous plait?�
Asher�s crystal blue eyes went wide as he stared at the ribbon and its obvious implications. Did he seriously want to blindfold him? �What is the meaning of this?�
�Please, Asher, just for a few a minutes?� Jean-Claude pleaded.
Asher stared at him. Why would he have to wear a blindfold? What could possibly happen that needed to be kept secret from him? The look on Jean-Claude�s face stopped him. The last time he�d seen such a look, it had been when Anita had wanted their first m�nage a trios.
Slowly, he took the blindfold from Jean-Claude�s offering hand.
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Jean-Claude was giddy. He was having trouble controlling himself and acting normal while giving final orders to the pilot. His arm was wrapped around Asher�s waist and was guiding him away from the jet. They were barely thirty minutes driving time away from the Circus�but Asher didn�t know that. The flight had taken over an hour, mainly because, as Asher had wondered, it was going in circles.
He�d planned everything to a T. They had the weekend to themselves, without interruptions, in the first ever vampire-friendly hotel: The Macarena. Naturally, JC Corporations owned it. It hadn�t had its grand opening yet, it would the following week, but for now, they would have the seven-story luxurious hotel all for themselves.
Nathaniel and Jason had agreed to drive over in the evening to feed them, with the promise of another bag of giant gumballs that they had fallen in love with�but were also out of stock everywhere they looked. All that he wasn�t certain of was Asher�s reaction.
Jean-Claude guided him inside the lobby and closed the doors behind them tightly. The windows were tinted so no sunlight could come in and fry the guests. The front desk was empty, as he�d requested, and the entire hotel was deserted.
Asher growled impatiently, �Are you finished yet, Jean-Claude?�
Jean-Claude grinned widely, knowing Asher couldn�t see him but had paid attention to every squeak and car horn heard, and undid the blindfold with a flourish.
Asher�s reaction was guarded as he took in his surroundings. The lobby was decorated for the season, with blood red bows stuck up on the walls with sparkling lights and wreaths with fake berries attached. A Christmas tree stood proudly in the corner, with wrapped but empty boxes beneath it.
�What are we doing here, mon ami? I can still sense the others at the Circus, we can�t be too far.� He said accusingly, turning to face Jean-Claude.
Jean-Claude smiled and waved off his question, �I told you, mon chardonneret, we are hear on important business.�
�And what business is that?� Asher asked coolly, regarding the d�cor once again and not meeting Jean-Claude�s eyes.
�You.� Jean-Claude sighed, taking a step closer so their bodies were nearly touching. �Come, mon chardonneret, we do not have much time.�
Asher watched him carefully, emotions jumbling. Did he seriously mean that it was just the two of them?
Jean-Claude strode over to the stairs, ignoring the elevator beside them, and began descending the floors. Five of them were underground, two were above. The master suite was the entire lowest floor, and it would be their home for the next two evenings.
They arrived at the at the bottom of the stairs, with the one lone door in front of them, and Jean-Claude pulled out his card and swiped it into the lock. Asher followed him in silence.
The first thing Asher noticed was the bed. It took up a third of the space all by itself. The plush pillows were a shining golden velvety material that framed the dark wood of the bed and the deep purple sheets and cover. The room continued with shades of purple and gold, giving an air of arrogance that was frequently present in Jean-Claude�s rooms. A Christmas tree, with tiny burning candles attached to it stood tall near a grand brick fireplace. The entire room was magnificent.
�Jean-Claude,� Asher said, finally looking at him, �What exactly are we doing here?�
A smirk graced Jean-Claude�s lips and he stared at Asher with midnight blue eyes aflame, �I am enjoying what is mine.�
He covered the few steps between with one slink and pressed their bodies together, his lips hovering closely over Asher�s. Their eyes met and Asher felt his breath caught in his throat as he stared at Jean-Claude. The last time they�d spent Christmas together�they hadn�t been alone.
�You�ve got it wrong, mon corbeau, you�re mine.� Asher breathed, crushing his lips against Jean-Claude�s. Their arms wrapped around each other by their own free will as their tongues battled it out.
Jean-Claude moaned and pulled away long enough to slam close the door behind them.
*~*~*~*~*
Jason knocked on the door for the fifth time. He had felt Jean-Claude wake up; he knew that both he and Asher were inside the room, and from the smell of things, had had a good time. And yet neither of them were answering.
�Are you sure he�s awake?� Nathaniel asked, regarding the locked door puzzled.
�Yes! I can feel it!� Jason protested, yanking out the plastic card from his pocket and inserting it into the lock.
Nathaniel touched his shoulder in warning, �Jean-Claude said not to use that unless it was necessary.�
�It�s necessary.� Jason confirmed pushing open the door. The smell of sex hung in the air powerfully, overcoming his senses. He grinned widely.
The bed sheets were strewn on the floor, one pillow had been punctured and little feathers danced around on the floor. A thin line of blood stained one of the sheets that had managed to stay on the bed.
�Uh, Jason,� Nathaniel said hesitantly.
Jason turned around and followed his gaze. A door off to the side was slightly opened and now that he concentrated on it, he could hear the sound of splashing water. Revelation dawned on him when he realized that the smell of sex wasn�t all old.
�Let�s come back later,� Jason whispered, backing out of the room with Nathaniel.
The End
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