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to his lover.
    Jean stepped forward, his cock burrowing into the welcoming furrow between Raymond‟s cheeks. He grabbed Raymond‟s shoulders, lifting him into a more upright position so he could reach the curve of his lover‟s neck with his fangs.
    Teeth and cock pierced the wizard simultaneously, winning a hoarse shout from Raymond‟s throat. Jean smiled as hot blood rushed over his tongue, hoping Fabienne was at her desk and would hear the sounds they were making.
    Rationally, he knew she had no interest in his lover, nor did Raymond have any in her, but the feelings surging within him had no grounding in rationality.
    They were as primitive, as primal as the magic that had maintained Jean‟s existence for over a millennium.
    Raymond spared a second‟s thought for the press conference he had to attend that afternoon and the marks on his neck that wouldn‟t be healed by then. He could heal them himself or ask another wizard to do that, but he would not. He never had, refusing to act as if his relationship with Jean shamed him in any way. They generally took pains not to flaunt the personal side of their relationship so as not to call into question the professional side, but this would not be the first time Raymond had arrived at a public appearance with a fresh bite mark on his neck. Raymond hoped no one would comment on it. He would hate to have to hex anyone.
    Then Jean‟s cock hit his sweet spot and Raymond could not think anymore, the delicious pressure blanking his mind completely. He never remembered to tell Jean later, but he cherished that as much as any other part of their
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    Ariel Tachna
     
    lovemaking. An academic and historian by nature, his mind was never a quiet place, except when Jean stole all thought, all breath this way. “More,” he whispered, not averse to begging if it got him what he wanted.
    It always got him what he wanted.
    Jean‟s hips moved faster, harder, striving for that extra millimeter of connection as he sucked more deeply on Raymond‟s neck, plundering the tender flesh for the nourishment of his body, but far more importantly, for the nourishment of his soul. Raymond‟s blood always tasted sweet, but it usually had an underlying savor to it, the little piece of himself that Raymond held back, that gave him his extraordinary control, even in the midst of sex; but every once in awhile, everything would click together and Raymond‟s mind would surrender. It was Jean‟s Holy Grail, that moment when he tasted true abandon in his lover‟s blood. Knowing he had achieved it now, with Fabienne on the other side of the door and a press conference in an hour and all the work they needed to do looming over them, sent Jean‟s passion spiraling out of control. Reaching around Raymond, he sought his lover‟s shaft, pumping it in time with his pistoning hips. It took only moments before Raymond found his release, the contractions rippling through his passage enough to trigger Jean‟s orgasm as well.
    Some minutes later, as their pulses steadied and their breathing eased, Jean carefully extracted his fangs, licking tenderly along the line of Raymond‟s throat to speed the healing of the torn skin as much as his saliva could do.
    “That‟s still going to be there tonight, no matter how many times I lick it,” he warned Raymond.
    “And you are oh so bothered by that fact,” Raymond teased, hearing the note of satisfaction in Jean‟s voice.
    “I‟m not bothered by it at all,” Jean replied lazily. “I‟ve never felt constrained to hide what we are to each other, on any level. I usually do a better job of respecting your concerns though.”
    “You know that if we were anyone other than the chef de la Cour and the president of l‟ANS, I‟d proclaim it from the housetops,” Raymond declared, straightening so he could turn in Jean‟s arms. He rued the loss of their intimate connection, but he needed to see Jean‟s face, needed Jean to see his face so Jean would see how