Le Frère de Sang

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GENERAL DISCLAIMER - I do not own any of the characters used.

NOTES ON THE CHAPTER - More INTIMACY in this chapter and again we are steadily taking a turn for the more graphic details here.

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I heaved the back pack up on my back a little higher. I was exhausted. School was over for the day in though I was used to the heat it had only served to make me more tired than I originally was. I’d spent all weekend at the circus, only returning to Richard’s house to sleep during the day. Then Sunday night I stayed awake all night with Asher, then all day Monday at school. Not it was Thursday the lack of sleep was getting to me. I’d taken a pepper up potion to get me through but I shouldn’t have gone to see Asher again Tuesday night.

“Hey Harry!” I turned lightly at the noise, startled. Who would be calling me? Looking up I saw Micah stood next to Nathaniel who was waving at me. I smiled and jogged over.

“Nathaniel! Micah! You came!”

“Of course. I told you I’d bring him.” I grinned up at Micah, trying to thank him with my eyes alone. I looked at Nathaniel. I’d really missed him. I could forgive him for not seeing me before, he made the effort now. I allowed my bag to drop to the floor and wrapped my arms around him in a hug. He stiffened then hugged me back sniffing slightly. I didn’t like the way Anita clung to him but underneath her horrible aura was my best friend. I gripped a little tighter.

“I’m really sorry.”

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. I shouldn’t have said all that stuff, I was just lonely. I’ve missed you. How’ve you been?” I pulled away to look at his face. He had watery lilac eyes but he wasn’t crying full out.

“Okay I guess.” He replied. Micah scoffed and hit Nathaniel gently over the head.

“Don’t lie, you’ve been moping about like anyone’s business.” Nathaniel bit his lip slightly.

“Sorry Micah.” Micah rolled his eyes.

“Don’t tell me that, just don’t let yourself get so miserable. If you don’t like something, or it upsets you, then change it. Not that hard. Now talk to Harry, like you’ve wanted to do for ages.”

“Harry…do you have any plans for tonight?” Nathaniel asked nervously.

“Yep.” Nathaniel’s face fell. “I’m going out with you.”

Nathaniel grinned at me and pulled me into another hug.

“Where are we going? Can I drop my bag off at Richard’s first and will I be out late because I’m shattered?”

We went to Micah’s car. Micah was driving, despite Nathaniel having passed his test. Nathaniel and I sat in the back talking about anything and everything. When we got to Richard’s house I dove out of the car and practically fell through the front door.

“Richard?!” I called and heard a gruff reply from the kitchen. I banished my school bag to my bedroom and raced to the kitchen. I saw several other people in the house stare at me in shock. Richard looked up when I entered the kitchen.

“What?”

“I’m going out with Micah and Nathaniel okay? We’re going to the cinema…movies…whatever you call them. I won’t be back late but they offered to feed me too so I don’t know when I’ll be back. Micah said he’d drive me here so I won’t just apparate in. It’s okay if I go right?”

“Sure. Just don’t forget your homework.”

“Great!” I turned and spun around. I raced out of the door, half slamming it behind me and ran straight back into the car. I threw on my seat belt and stared at Micah. “Well? Are we going or what?”

“Did you get Richard’s per…”

“Yeah he said it was okay. Can we go now?” Micah shook his head in exasperation. Nathaniel and I shared a look and burst out laughing. Happiness, joy and excitement were bouncing through me, who was I to deny them their fun. I deserved some joy sometimes, as did Nathaniel.

We ate first. We stopped at a restaurant and ordered. Micah and Nathaniel ordered steak but I ordered chicken breast. We chatted a great deal over dinner. I enjoyed Micah’s company as much as I enjoyed Nathaniel’s. We joked and laughed and I lost myself with them.

The film was good. I enjoyed it. An action thriller. The only problem was in the dark I could feel my tiredness creeping up on me. It weighed heavily on my eyelids and pushed them down. Slowly I gave into the dark. It was warm and relaxing.

Micah woke me up and then he and Nathaniel guided me out of the cinema. I staggered slightly. I was so tired. I should have slept properly during the week instead of going to see my boyfriend. It feels strange to call a centuries old vampire my boyfriend.

In the car I fell asleep again. The hum of the engine, the gently playing music and Nathaniel’s soft voice lulling my to sleep once more.

“Oh…you woke up.” I blinked up at Micah. He was stood against me. I was in his arms being held against him. From the slight bounce he was carrying me.

“Huh?” Where was I? Why was I in Micah’s arms? I wiggled a bit but settled my head against him. Micah’s about my height though he was a lot stronger than me probably because of his lycanthropy. No, not probably at all. It was because of his lycanthropy. His cologne wafted around me, mixed with his scent. It went straight to my head. My magic stirred within me and reached out towards the wereleopard holding me.

“I’m putting you to bed.”

“His room’s this one.” I looked blearily around and saw Richard holding open the door to my room. Micah moved into the room and Richard pulled back the blankets to my bed. I stared at him in amazement.

“Thank you Richard.” Micah said softly and placed me into bed. He moved away and I less safe. I hadn’t even realised I felt safe around him. Something you don’t value until you don’t have it anymore? That was a saying wasn’t it…or something similar. My brain was fuzzy.

“Thanks Micah…thank you Richard…” I mumbled letting my head relax into the pillows and closing my eyes. I heard somebody tsk and then a hand was holding my ankle while another fiddled with my shoes. After a little bit of fiddling someone pulled my shoe off me then dropped my foot to the mattress where it bounced. They picked up my other foot and relieved it of it’s shoe before a blanket was placed over me.

“I’ll see you soon okay Harry?” I blinked my eyes open and saw Micah looking down at me. I frowned. “Where’s Nathaniel?”

“I dropped him off at home because he was falling asleep too. I’d better get back now. Sleep well.”

“Night, and thank you Micah.”

“Any time Harry.” Micah moved away and as he moved past Richard I let my gaze shift to look at the werewolf housing me. I gave him a weak, tired smile that barely stayed on my lips.

“Thank you for letting him in Richard.”

“Mm.” Richard huffed but met my gaze. I moved my head about on the pillow, finding a new comfortable position.

“Sleep well Richard.” And I let myself drift off to sleep again. Vaguely I felt a hand press against my forehead and heard the door close. I dreamed of Asher picking me up from school with Micah. I dreamed that Nathaniel sat next to me at the cinema and laughed with me. I dreamed that Micah put me to bed and Asher pushed the sheets over me. I dreamed I felt kisses pressed against my forehead from two people. And I dreamed that I lived in a house with Asher in the basement during the day and Nathaniel and Micah stayed with us. What else could I need? My companion and my two best friends, what could be better than that?

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I’d arrived at the Circus of the Damned with Nathaniel after Micah had dropped us off. Micah had to go to work late for some reason, a few too many people called in unable to make it, so he’d offered to bring us to the Circus. Nathaniel had to take his turn feeding Jean-Claude as Jason needed a day off. I was on my way to see Asher. I’d seen Asher only yesterday evening but because I was so tired, and because he had to work, we couldn’t stay together for long.

“Ah! Mon chat. It is good to see you. And Mon magician, I hope I find you well?” I grinned up at Jean-Claude who glided towards us from down the corridor.

“Yes thank you.” Nathaniel said gently. His hair was loose today, floating around him and tickling my arm. He was stunning with such long hair. He wore a long sleeved white top and drawstring blue trousers. He was dressed down though he’d brought a spare set of clothes for later.

“I’m good thanks. How’re you?”

“All the better for seeing you both. Shall we go to my chambers and await Asher there?” At our nods he beckoned us with him. I’d never seen Jean-Claude’s rooms before, though Asher had shown me his chambers a few days ago.

I didn’t care much for colour schemes, decorations or delicacies of the furniture. He had a large bed with warm, thick blankets. He had a desk, bedside cabinets, a set of dining chairs by a table, two three seated sofa’s and other bits and pieces, a large book case for instance. Off his room was a bathroom, which I could see into because the door was wide open.

“Have a seat, Asher shall not be long I do not think.”

“I am here Jean-Claude.” We all turned and looked at Asher who was walking through the doorway. His eyes pinned me first and offered me a smile then he looked at Nathaniel and offered him a smaller smile and a nod. To Jean-Claude he offered a small bow. “Good evening.”

“Ah Mon ami, good of you to come. Perhaps I could tempt you into staying?”

“J’regret, mais non.” Asher declined. “I should like to take Harry back to his designated rooms if that is agreeable to him and you?”

“It is as you wish mon chardonneret.” Asher nodded and looked to me, I just stepped towards him and went to wave good bye to Nathaniel.

“Oh!” I’d nearly forgotten. I looked up at Asher and then to Jean-Claude. Who should I ask? Jean-Claude was my guardian but Asher was my companion. “Nathaniel doesn’t have to work tonight and I was wondering whether it would be okay if we could go clubbing together. I really fancy a dance. You said I had to have someone with me though.”

“Ah, a good idea so long as mon chat agrees.”

“Of course, it was my idea.” I grinned at him, there was the more independent side to Nathaniel.

“Then perhaps I shall accompany you, it has been a while since I visited Danse Macabre. Allow me to escort you both there and back again?” Jean-Claude said and I nodded an okay. Hands touched my hips and I looked back at Asher.

“Would you deny me the chance to see you dance?”

“No. Would you like to come too?” Asher nodded. I grinned at him. “Then let’s get you fed so we can go.”

Asher laughed but I took his hand and lead him from the room. I waved over my shoulder to Nathaniel who smiled back at me. I lead Asher to my rooms and barely had time to close the door before I was pulled into a kiss.

“Mmm!” I gripped him tightly, ignoring the slight pain in my wrist which had not healed much since I injured it. I hadn’t been kissed a great many times in my life but never had I been kissed like this. Asher’s intensity and domination of my mouth made me weak at the knees. “Ah…you gonna feed or what?”

“Yes, just allow me to tease myself on you.” I groaned and Asher plundered my mouth again. He fisted his hand in my hair, carefully so he didn’t hurt me. His other hand slid under my shirt and he spread his hand out across my back. His cold skin made an amazing contrast to my heated skin which was gradually getting hotter and hotter.

“Can we rid ourselves or our clothes? Least we make a mess.” Asher breathed into my ear. I shivered. Take off my clothes? It wouldn’t save much of a mess, just the mess on my clothes which could be cleaned off.

“I can clean up any mess.” I offered.

“But that would ruin some of the pleasure.” I did deny Asher my mind when he fed. I denied him the chance to roll me properly, using mind tricks to ensnare the senses in to pleasure. It couldn’t be that bad removing my clothes for him. If he wanted to see me without clothes I could let him. Besides, his skin on mine always felt good, more naked skin to press against would feel even better.

“Okay…what should I take off?” Asher pulled back and looked me over, a small smile playing in the corners of his mouth. I kissed him lightly on the lips before he could answer.

“Take off as much as you are comfortable with and I shall match you.” I nodded and stepped out of his arms. I pulled off my shirt and discarded it to the floor. My watch joined it, followed by my belt. I hesitated on my trousers. It felt like the loss of my trousers would leave me vulnerable.

I looked up at Asher who was slowly removing his many shirts. He seemed to notice my gaze and he offered me a reassuring smile.

“You give me enough just removing your top, do not feel the need to remove more. I would not like to rush you beyond your comfort zone.” Ah well didn’t that just spur me on a little more. I looked away from Asher and turned my eyes to the buttons and zipper of my trousers. I undid them and pushed my jeans down. They pooled around my feet and I silently cursed my trainers. Using a banishing spell designed specially for removing clothes from bodies I case it at my feet, one foot at a time. My trainers fell to the floor with my socks lying next to them. I stepped out of my jeans.

“Ah…” I looked up at Asher as he made that sound and I saw him slowly peeling his shirt off. I watched as he revealed his chest to me. The left side of his body was marked in the same way as his face was. Terrible burn marks twisted his skin. He looked slightly uncomfortable.

“You said you’d match me…That means shoes and trousers are coming off too.” I paused slightly then squeaked. “You are wearing underwear right?”

“Oui, I am wearing underwear.” I sighed in relief. I’d have a barrier between us at least. I watched as Asher dropped his shirt to the floor and went to undo his trousers.

“Wait…can I do it?” Asher paused in his movements and nodded to me.

“If you’d like.” I licked my bottom lip and moved forwards. Asher raised his arms as I stepped closer and I pushed into them and against his chest. I rested my cheek against him, thankfully my bruise from Anita was now gone. I slid my arms around his waist. Each of my hands found something different beneath my fingertips. One hand felt smooth skin, the other rough scars. My splint scraped over Asher’s scars and I pulled back slightly.

“Sorry. I’ll take it off.” I pulled back to take off the wrist splint but Asher grabbed my uninjured wrist.

“No, you need it. Keep it on.” I nodded and looked down. Undo his trousers or take off his shoes first? I bit my lip and began to kneel down. I settled on my knees and started to undo the zips on his boots. Once one boot was undone Asher raised his leg so I could pull the boot off him, then I we repeated it with his other boot. I pulled off his socks and threw them at their boot then rose to my feet again.

“Um…” There’s nothing like nerves at the last minute. I pressed my forehead against Asher’s collar bone, staring down his chest and stomach to where his waist band rested. Suddenly removing Asher of his trousers didn’t seem like a good idea. I reached out my arms and found Asher’s hands. I pulled them around my, making them loop around my waist before I pushed mine around his waist.

Gods, the man had been alive for centuries but I bet he never had such a nervous, mood changing, self conscious teenager as a lover before. I couldn’t even undo his trousers let alone take them off for him. I wanted to, really. It would be wonderful to do away with my lover’s clothes but the thought of such a small barrier between us was terrifying. My taking off his clothes for him might be inviting too much.

“You do it.” I mumbled and the arms I put around me disappeared. I thought he’d immediately begin to get rid of his trousers but Asher put his hands on either side of my face and lifted it so I was looking up at him. He leaned down and kissed me. His tongue was slow and gentle this time, slipping inside my mouth and sliding against my own.

He kept one hand on my face but the other left. Moments later I heard the fabric of his trousers slide down his legs and pool to the floor. Then he stepped forwards and his body pressed against mine.

I gasped loudly and moved my hands from his waist up to his shoulders. My splint caught him, I heard the scrape of the Velcro against his skin and I tried to pull away. Asher didn’t let me. He held me still, his hand once again wrapping around my waist. His chest was pressed against mine and his underwear against my own. One of his legs slid between mine and his arm pulled my harder against him till I had to take a small step forwards.

“It’s okay.” Asher whispered to me as we broke apart. I swallowed hard but met his gaze, my focus darting from one eye to the other again and again. “What ever you are comfortable with is fine.”

“You can’t get comfortable with things until you try them. This is me trying it.” Asher laughed gently and kissed me again.

“I’ve never met one like you before Mon Cher.” I pressed a kiss to his neck.

“I’d hope not.” He laughed again. “How do you want to feed today? Not from behind me, please. It has to be in front.”

“Would you be comfortable lying on the bed this time?”

“Sure.” I nodded and went to move to the bed. Asher’s grip on me stopped my movements.

“You’d be okay with me on top of you?”

“I trust you, it’s fine. Coming?” Asher gave me a fang filled grin.

“I’m not yet but I plan to soon.”

“Urgh.” I rolled my eyes and moved over to the bed. I climbed onto it and made myself comfortable with no pillow beneath my head. I opened my legs, Blaise never liked straddling me when feeding because it squashed his stomach so it would make sense for Asher not to like it either. Then I saw Asher. His underwear was tight around him except the front was loose. The looseness of the white underwear didn’t hide his…his manly bits from me. What do I call them? Cock sounds dirty. Penis makes it too biological. Dick doesn’t seem to fit. Willy is something toddlers call their bit, definitely doesn’t fit this situation. Winkle is just the same as willy, way too young an expression to fit the circumstances. Family jewels could fit but it’s a bit of a mouthful. And he wasn’t aroused so I couldn’t call it his arousal either.

“You’re staring.” I snapped my gaze up to Asher’s face.

“Sorry. It um…well you were staring at me too.” I felt myself flush. Not the best come back but Asher grinned at me and climbed onto the bed. I sat up, half wanting to close my legs but the other half knowing it was far too late to go back. Asher settled on his knees between my legs and stared down at me.

“You are a stunning thing to behold.”

“No, you are. And don’t deny it.” I leaned forwards to punctuate my point, and to recover from my childish remark. I kissed his scarred side and then lifted my head to kiss the bottom of his chin, since I couldn’t reach his lips.

“I am only half beautiful. You have all your beauty. Lie back?” I shook my head at him but did as he asked and lay down. I felt very small as I looked up at him towering over me. He was broader than I and had a lot more muscle bulk too. His girth was bigger than mine but I’ve always been a skinny runt. It comes from my genes, from being neglected, from being a seeker and from being vampire food.

“You have many scars. Who marked you?” Asher asked brushing his hand over some of my scars. I winced. That one was from Voldemort, and that one and that one…that one was from Bellatrix, that one from Vernon Dursley, that one from a Basilisk. I couldn’t tell Asher that though.

“Lots of people did. None of them liked me. Blaise’s scar was the only one I liked but that has nearly completely gone now.” Asher nodded and lifted my once scarred hand up to his mouth. Asher pressed a kiss to where the scar had been on my right palm then let my hand rest on the mattress beside my head.

“How did they not like you? There is little not to like.” He spread his body over mine, his stomach pressing into my groin making something stir. His chest pressed against mine but gave enough room for my chest to rise and fall as I filled and emptied my lungs.

“There was always a reason. And if there wasn’t then they hated me on principle. People fear what they don’t understand.” Asher nodded and kissed me again, slowly and luxuriously. I hummed into it. I began to un out of air and pulled back a little to breath, was there a way to kiss and not die from a lack of oxygen? Could you kiss and breath at the same time? Blaise muse have known how, I rarely saw him surface from a kiss.

“Oooh.” I cooed as Asher kissed and licked down my neck. He let his tongue trace by my ear and it sent shudders of pleasure through me. His hands traced my nipple. He was cold against me, his fingertips even colder than the rest of him. Goose bumps ran up my arms and across my chest.

“Tilt your head a bit Mon magicien.” I tilted my head to the side baring my neck to him and immediately he started licking and sucking on the area.

“Damn it!” I cursed; Asher’s hand had brushed my nipple again before rolling it once. It sent a zinging pleasure through my chest and woke my lower regions up slightly. I felt my face flush in embarrassment and bit my lip. But even the embarrassment didn’t stop it from being pleasurable.

“Problems mon petit?” He rubbed my nipple again and pushed his stomach down onto my growing arousal.

“Oui!” I gasped. Did he enjoy doing this? Asher chuckled slightly against my neck and moved his hand a little bit lower. I squirmed. He wasn’t going to touch me there was he? Oh! Oh yes he was! He was going to…ohh…mm. His hand pressed against my gentle before running his fingers against me through the cloth of my underwear. I squirmed again. It felt nice but it was definitely a step out of my comfort zone. One step too far.

“Asher…ah!” Asher bit down and his power lanced through me. Every muscle in my body melted. An inferno was building once again within me; hot, unending and wild. I gasped in air, the air doing nothing to cool the fires though. The fires twisted, churned on top of each other. I could feel my heart pulsing in my chest, pulsing through my entire body. The pulse built up. I could feel it in my arousal; beat, beat, beat.

Asher’s body pushed down onto mine once more. He shifted against me, keeping his weight pressed into me. Ah! I stared with unblinking wide eyes nothing. Friction made the pleasure so much better. I tried to get control of my body. I needed the friction! My body wouldn’t respond.

“Urgh…” I tried again, willing my body to move. It wouldn’t, I was boneless. Asher’s power crashed over me, wave after wave of it. I couldn’t see. My eyes were open but I couldn’t see. It felt so good. I called my magic forwards. If I couldn’t move my body perhaps I could get my magic to help me. It came quickly to me snaping and cracking through every inch of my body, giving my muscles energy to move through the pleasure tortured nerves. I was going to push my magic out of me and into Asher, imitate what his power did to me when Asher’s power overwhelmed me again, surging though me like a tsunami onto land. It broke all the control over my limbs my magic had given me and threw off my control of my magic.

Asher gasped against me. I vaguely saw him hovering above me but the pleasure was so overwhelming I squeezed my eyes shut and threw my head back. My back arched, trying to let the pleasure out, trying to release it. Like water against a dam, unwillingly restrained. I couldn’t let it out. I had to release it but I couldn’t work…Weight once again pressed against me. It ground against my groin and the doors flew open. Pleasure exploded from me. I heard my voice yelling out what seemed to be an epiphany. My body strained up against the weigh against me. Every inch of me pressing against it, pushing off the soft bed beneath me.

“Asher…” I groaned finally opening my eyes. Asher was above me, fire in his eyes and his lips turned up into a smile. He leaned down and kissed me. I yielded. I opened my lips eagerly for his tongue and he dove it inside my mouth. I lifted my very heavy arms and wrapped them around his shoulders holding him to me.

Another wave of pleasure built up inside me making me tense up. I pulled from the kiss and pushed my face into Asher’s neck. He chuckled. I bit him gently, satisfied when he jerked against me.

“Don’t laugh at me.” I protested, clutching him hard as the pleasure built up and fire erupted in my lower regions. I grabbed hard at his back, digging my fingers into him, as the pleasure clawed for its freedom once more.

“Never will I laugh at you.” Asher breathed and then his body moved against me. He undulated his hips, moving the rest of his body forwards and back with the undulation. It was my undoing. I cried out and the pleasure was ripped from me again. Something wet slicked against my skin and te inside of my underwear. Asher kept moving all the time though until I collapsed bonelessly to the bed and even then he kept moving until he tensed completely too. He threw his head back, eyes shut and mouth open. Then he slowly moved his gaze to me and I felt like I was swimming in pleasure though luckily my nerves and body didn’t respond to the pleasure this time.

“You are exquisite.”

“Huh.” I smiled gently but shook my head in denial. He kissed me gently, not putting much effort in. I felt the heaviness in my limbs return with a vengeance. My eye lids became heavy too. My body was so relaxed I just wanted to close my eyes and sleep. That wasn’t my plan though. I wanted to go out dancing. I groaned and tried to push myself up into a sitting position. Asher moved with me but remained settled between my legs sitting back on his shins. I looked up at him. He was watching me, eyes not blinking at all.

“Do you know what you did?” I frowned and looked down at myself. The front of my underwear was wet. I’d come again. Possibly twice.

“I came again?” Asher laughed and shook his head. I scowled. “You said you wouldn’t laugh at me.”

“Do not be insulted by it, I just have no other way to express my happiness.” I lost the scowl. He put a hand on my cheek and rubbed my cheekbone gently. “Do you know what you did besides coming?”

“Um…no?”

“I could taste your magic fill your blood so unexpectedly. It gave me more energy in one mouthful than I usually get in one night. I stopped feeding. Then I felt your pleasure as if it was my own. I felt your pleasure tear through me like it was on a rampage. I can still feel it now, humming in my body and humming in the air.”

“I projected my emotions to you?” Asher nodded. I was empathic, apparently empaths have the ability to project as well as feel other’s emotions.

“I believe so, in a way. I believe your emotions are carried in your magic.” He kissed me quickly and relaxed back. He gestured around the room. “Perhaps you should call your magic back?”

My magic was hanging around in the air in clusters of bright blue, purple and white. It was like mist in other places, a hanging yellow-green mist. Sparks, lightning bolts of bright green darted from mist to sparks, sparks to mist. It was an amazing spectacle. I hesitated in pulling my magic back into me.

“It’s beautiful.” I muttered and Asher’s lips pressed against my skin again.

“Yes.” I sighed and pulled my magic into me. The sparks faded, the mist became invisible. It wasn’t sucked into me, not visibly at least. It came back in a rush and I took several deep breaths feeling like I’d explode at being filled so completely. Then the feeling was gone but my magic didn’t go completely into my core. It stayed buzzing through my body, slipping through my veins and sizzling in my nerves.

“I’m tired now.” I told Asher who just leant down and kissed me again.

“I’m not surprised. I felt what you felt. Any normal person would be tired.” I grinned at him.

“Well that does it then. I have to get up. I can’t be normal!” I laughed with Asher and pulled my knees to my chest so I could remove them from either side of Asher’s body. I slipped my body around and shuffled off the bed. I stood up and felt whatever was in my underwear begun to crawl down my leg. I groaned. It was ticklish. I cast a spell to clean myself up.

“There is spare underwear in those drawers there. I shall return to my rooms to change. I will meet you back here momentarily.” I nodded at Asher’s words and walked over to the drawers. Sure enough inside were several pairs of underwear. They were various colours and types. I pulled out some tight black shorts, like swim trunks, made of an elastic material that had extra material at the front for the penis and balls. God that sounds clinical.

Since Asher was out of the room I just stripped off there and pulled on the black shorts. The shorts only came an inch or so down my thigh and fit perfectly. They weren’t too tight. They gripped me just right and didn’t cause any pinching or dig into my skin, not that there was any skin to grip into because I was all muscle and bone.

I looked to the clothes I had been wearing. Not the best outfit to go clubbing in. I pulled the trousers towards me. They didn’t need to be changed at all. They slung low on my hips and curved slightly over my butt showing it off. Around the legs they were baggy, giving me more modesty. I pulled them on and decided they were too baggy. I used my magic to tighten them up a little. They shrunk and I quickly cancelled the spell so they wouldn’t be ruined or shrunk too much. They didn’t completely cling to me but they hugged me enough to show off the thickness of my thighs.

My shirt definitely needed changing, colour and style. I summoned it to me and changed it into a white tank top. I kept some of the original colours of the shirt. I pushed the bright red and dark blue into two flames, one behind the other, on the bottom left hand side of the tank top. I pulled it on and slipped on my trainers again, I changed their colour to white instead of the black they had been.

I ran a hand through my hair. It had dried from my shower earlier and was wavy. I raided the bathroom for a brush and tidied up my hair. It hung around my face and shoulders in thick waves. Should I tie it up? Should I tie part of it up?

“Leave it loose, it looks good.” I looked at Nathaniel in the mirror, he’d tied his hair into a loose pony tail and was fiddling with a section of it. He had changed out of his sweatpants and t-shirt and was wearing leather trousers with a black sleeveless t-shirt. He’d gone for very sexy, I’d gone for completely casual. Jean-Claude who was stood behind Nathaniel, in the main room, had one of his normal ruffled shirts on, though admittedly less ruffled than usual, and leather trousers. His hair was loose and curled over his shoulders.

“Not leaving your hair loose?” I asked Nathaniel while I ran the brush through my hair again.

“No.” I shrugged and we left the bathroom. I did cast a cleaning spell at my mouth and used one of the variations on the freshening spell. The smell of dark chocolate wafted around me with undertones of cinnamon. Nathaniel and I sat on the sofa and I realised that my underwear was on the floor by the drawers. I threw a spell at them and they disappeared completely. From the look Nathaniel and Jean-Claude gave me I think my reaction was a little too late and incredibly noticible. I really shouldn’t have just dropped it to the floor earlier. How mortifying! Blood filled my face.

“Don’t worry. Happens to me all the time. Mine is still in Jean-Claude’s room.” He tried to reassure me.

“That doesn’t make me feel a whole lot better Nathaniel.”

“Why not? Mine were in a worse state than yours.” I groaned and buried my face in my hands. Jean-Claude laughed but Nathaniel’s hand patted my back in a concerned manner.

“Ah, this embarrassment of yours is refreshing though hopefully short lived. If you blush every time someone brings up such a natural bodily reaction then you will attract a very large crowd.”

“Oh yeah? And why’s that?” I mumbled still not revealing my face.

“Because vampires adore the scent of blood and yours smells especially delicious.” I balked and threw myself back in the chair, slouching terribly.

“You have not tasted him though Mon ami. His taste is divine, the scent does not do him justice.” I scrunched my face up at Asher’s comment. Jean-Claude and Asher just smiled at my reaction, at least Asher wasn’t laughing at me. Asher had dressed in smart black trousers and a form fitting light blue shirt that almost bordered on being white.

“Now, might I suggest we take our beautiful guests to dinner before visiting Danse Macabre?” Jean-Claude asked Asher, moving to stand by his side.

“Since they fed us it would only be polite that we return the favour. Come.” Asher held his arm out to me and I rose hesitantly. How was I supposed to hold his arm? I moved over to him and he took my hand and slid it into his arm. Problem solved I suppose. I noticed Nathaniel move with less hesitation and he slid his arm straight into Jean-Claudes. Jean-Claude placed his hand over Nathaniel’s and they took the lead.

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I swayed and moved my hips with the beat. Nathaniel was dancing in front of me and was urging me to copy his moves. I copied and added my own where I saw fit, which he then imitated. He threw his hands into the air and slid his body in a terribly erotic move. I laughed loudly and he grinned at me, moving in close and putting a hand on my hip. I put my hand on his hip mirroring what he did to me and we moved together.

“You look great!” Nathaniel yelled at me over the loud music.

“You look better!” I shouted back and he laughed and shook his head. He pressed himself against me and we moved around with the beat.

“I believe, mon chat, that I promised you a dance earlier.” Nathaniel looked over Jean-Claude and then back to me before grinning and taking Jean-Claude’s hand. They started moving and I felt a little left out until a hand crept around my stomach and fingers touched the front of my jeans.

“Dance with me, mon magician?” Asher breathed into my ear. I leaned my head back, feeling his voice ripple over my skin.

“Any time.” He turned me around until I was facing him and we moved together this time. We pulsed with the music’s beat, curving and arching our bodies together to match the song. Asher pushed his hips into mine on a very strong base beat and I threw my head back. He leant down and licked and kissed my neck again, he teased the soft skin by my ear. I groaned.

“Asher…not here, we’re at a club.” Asher pulled away with a large fang filled smile.

“Look around, nobody will care what we do.” I glanced around. There next to us was Jean-Claude and Nathaniel, both moving in time with eh music but lip locked and Jean-Claude hands were under Nathaniel’s clothes. Next to them were two women, their hands over each other’s breasts and bums also sliding and grating to the music. There was a group of five people dancing together occasionally brushing more sensitive body parts. I looked back at Asher. I wasn’t sure about it but since all of this was new territory for me, and since Asher was apparently a dab hand at this kind of thing, I let him call the shots.

I opened my senses to the music and threw my body back into the beat. Asher’s hand stayed on my hips, my back or my arms. He had some distance between us but slowly pushed closer and closer again. I just kept myself with the beat, never wavering from it. Hip thrust, arch, undulation, slide, rock, jump, I did move after move with the crowd and with Asher.

He slid his hands up my back then back down and they both slid under my tank top. One hand slid around to my chest and caressed me, touching my nipple a few times. I wanted to squirm free but let Asher continue to call the shots. I put my hand around Asher’s neck and kissed his neck slightly before rocking side to side, bending my knees slightly so I bobbed up and down as I went from side to side. The hand rubbing my back slid under my trousers and Asher spread his hand out over my ass.

“Asher!” I protested but his eyes just glinted at me in amusement. I gripped his shoulder hard. I couldn’t deal with that yet. Not yet. Not so close, not so soon! I reached a hand back and tugged his hand out of my trousers. I buried myself into his neck and placed his hand back on my ass but this time on the outside of my trousers.

“Not so fast so soon. It’s too much. I’m nowhere near comfortable for that yet.” Hell I wasn’t comfortable with him touching me through my underwear earlier but he distracted me from my protests. My fear and discomfort had turned into pleasure then but there was nothing to distract me from it now.

“I will not know what is too fast if you do not tell me.” Asher whispered into my ear. Over the music I’m surprised I heard him. He slid his hand up from my ass and turned my chin so he could kiss me. I let myself relax into the kiss, let myself flow with him even as he controlled my mouth and teased my tongue. Then his hand slid back to my ass and gave a small squeeze.

I gasped into his mouth, getting a lungful of air. He swallowed my gasp almost immediately but I’d gotten more air. I could have grinned, except I was preoccupied. I threw my victory at having managed to get air while kissing into the kiss and pulled my magic close. I pushed it down the connection between Asher and me. It danced with our tongues then swept out of my body in excited waves. Magic wasn’t sentient but at times it felt like it was.

Asher gripped me harder and I laughed into his mouth as he moaned. I could never tell what my magic was doing but from the growing harness against my stomach I could hazard a guess. I released all hold on my magic and let it flood out of me. Asher pressed his body further against mine till there wasn’t a centimetre between us. Then he pulled back from the kiss.

“You have…no idea what you are doing to me.” He muttered to me. I grinned up at him.

“Do you want me to call it back?” I asked him kissing his neck several times.

“I think you had better. It has snared everyone else too.” I blinked. It had done what? I pulled back and looked around the room. What I saw made me snatch my magic back and hide myself against Asher.

“Oops.”

“You project your emotions through your magic.”

“I wasn’t feeling that! I swear I’m not that…that…that horny!” That was the only word I could think of that described the situation. Everyone was grating against each other, touching inappropriately and with no sense of modesty. They might as well have been having sex right there on the dance floor. I didn’t even want to look at Nathaniel and Jean-Claude, I don’t think I ever even want to think about that. “I just…I wanted to tease you like you did me. I didn’t mean for it to extend to anyone but you.”

“Ah, so you wanted to torture me then hm?” I jerked back and looked at Asher. He grinned showing off his fangs. Then he pushed himself against my neck and teased me with his teeth.

“Oh god…” I groaned. He couldn’t bite me here! “Don’t bite me don’t bite me don’t bite me!”

“It is suitable revenge for your magic, is it not?” His teeth scraped against my skin again.

“Not in public!” I gasped out and tried to push him back. He couldn’t seriously bite me here! It was bad enough I had orgasms in front of him, let alone do it in front of all these people.

“You can clean yourself up with magic.” Was all he said and he pushed his fangs into me. My knees buckled and I gripped him hard to keep myself up. He gripped me to him and trickled some of his power into me. Thank god he didn’t use the whole lot. The amount he did use was enough to bring me to arousal quickly.

“Gods!” Asher pressed his arousal into me, it pressed hotly against my stomach just above my own arousal. My arousal pressed against his leg, the weight of my jeans adding a little more friction. Asher moved us with the music, I let him control my body since I couldn’t. He pulled his teeth from my neck and moved a hand to the front of my trousers. His fingers teased the waist band of my jeans. He kept his fingers there. Why wasn’t he doing something?! He did it earlier! It was strange and terrifyingly new but it helped. Why wasn’t he doing it again?! Pleasure bubbled through me. There wasn’t enough friction! I pulled back and looked at Asher, still gripping him to hold up my weight since my legs wouldn’t.

Asher stared me straight in the eye, smug but questioning. I frowned trying to understand what he was asking. The pleasure in my body made my brain hazy. His fingers fiddled with the waist band of my jeans again and I understood. A whimper escaped me and I shut my eyes. I didn’t let him touch my ass, he didn’t know whether he could do this.

“Please!” I forced out and immediately lips were on mine and Asher’s hand slid into my trousers. His fingers didn’t slide into my underwear, just teased me through them. I let out a sigh of relief, there was still a boundary there. I pressed up into the kiss and felt the pleasure peak, just about to burst from me. Asher gripped me completely and pumped once and I came. I cried out into Asher’s mouth and pushed myself further against his body. He stiffened. The hardness that was against my stomach softened.

“Christ…” I muttered, pulling out of the kiss and resting against Asher’s shoulder. “We shouldn’t have done that.”

“Nobody…noticed.” Asher breathed but had to paused slightly to shift his body. “Can you clean us up? Else they will notice.”

“Yeah sure.” I muttered and cast the spell. I pulled away from Asher to put some distance between us. He was flushed and from the reflection in his eyes I was too. I looked around, nobody was looking at us. I grinned at him and shook my head. “Can we just dance now?”

“Oui, but you have to admit there was a lot of pleasure in what we just did.” I nodded and grabbed his hands beginning to move to the beat again. It took me a while to settle into the song but since the rapid dance beat matched the pumping in my chest once I got used to it I flowed with it, or pulsed with it as they case was.

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MORE NOTES: Again thank you for the reviews. Here is another few chapters. You will also be happy, I hope, to know that I have nearly finished chapter 23 and now I just have to work on the last few plot points left for the story so in total I'm guessing there will be at maximum 27chapters.