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Moon rolls over on Jason's bed in the Circus, smiling as she watches him pulling on a pair of jeans. She's wearing one of his shirts, her feet kicking idly behind her, and she nuzzles the blankets. They smell most of Jason, a little of her, and she likes that.

"I want to come too," she says, her words muffled by the blanket. "I want to see what it's like."

It's an innocent curiosity, because Damian had said it was nothing like when she'd given her blood to Santino. She wants to see that, to watch, to understand what it is that Jason, Liz, and Nathaniel like so much and Richard and Anita rail against.

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Jean-Claude, of course, has no idea who this Santino is, but assumes he is another vampire, probably descended from another line.

"I do like it," he replies. "The act of feeding is generally quite enjoyable for both vampire and donor."

Jason smirks. "Enjoyable," he says as if he quite plainly believes this to be an understatement.

Moon comes a little bit closer to Jean-Claude. She likes to be near the people she loves, and Jean-Claude, like everyone else, is someone she's grown to care deeply for. Time is a strange thing for Moon, stranger than it is for most, and she exists all through it.

"You don't have to have them afraid to like it? Jason never feels afraid when I know he's with you."

"Au contraire," Jean-Claude says with a shake of his head. "The ability and necessity to feed on fear exists, but it is rare among vampires. For myself and others who descend ultimately from Belle Morte, pleasure and passion are the dominant emotions preferred."

Jason leans against the post at the foot of the bed, watching Moon with undisguised lust.

"Part of why Moon coming to visit would be a bonus," he suggests to Jean Claude.

Moon considers, nodding slowly.

"Santino didn't like munching on me because I wouldn't die. I wasn't afraid."

It had been a bit of a blow to her to know she was so lacking in enjoyment because she wasn't afraid of vampires or shifters or the like.

Her eyes slide to Jason.

"You can't possibly want to smoosh again."

Though her smile says she certainly wouldn't mind another smooshing.

Jason gives her a look of mock indignation. "Says who? It's been...at least an hour. I'm sure I could manage."

He cranes his neck again to peer at bottom edge of the shirt she's wearing. "Especially when you're wearing my shirt like that."

Jean-Claude smiles patiently. "Would you perhaps prefer if I came back later? The bed is freshly made."

Moon blinks, looking at the bed.

"We don't usually smoosh in a bed. I like your fuzzy floor, though."

Jason almost pouts at Jean Claude's remark.

"But it's my night to feed you." Read: I really want you to roll me tonight.

His eyes flick again to Moon and the thought of fucking her on Jean Claude's carpet. He swallows hard. "Can't we do both?"

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Jean-Claude smirks at Jason's statements, and at the faint look of disappointment that crosses his face.

"Then by all means, Jason, allow me to feed. After that, I have a number of things to attend to, so the two of you can do as you will."

It wouldn't, after all, be the first time his floor has been put to that particular use.

Moon stands in the middle of the rug, unsure. She's not sure where she's supposed to be, where she's supposed to wait. All she knows is her curiosity -- as acute as a kitten's -- and she tugs at the hem of Jason's shirt.

Jason's face breaks into a grin and he all but hops up onto the bed. He won't go as far as to invite Moon to the bed -it's Jean Claude's bed, after all- though he wouldn't object to her being up there by any means.

He gives her a warm smile from the bed, as close to an invitation as he'll attempt.

That's all the invitation she needs. Moon crawls on top of the bed, giving Jean-Claude quite a show of her charms before she settles on her knees at the foot of the bed.

"It's a very big bed," she says, looking around herself.

Jean-Claude doesn't hide his observation. If she's not ashamed, then neither will he be. It's probably fortunate, though, that Jean-Claude hasn't fed yet, since Moon has an exceptional body, and his pants are quite tight-fitting.

He joins the pair on the bed, sits up against the headboard, and helps Jason into the space between his open legs.

If Jason could read more than just Jean Claude's expression as Moon flashes him, he'd remind him that he's about to feed and Moon will likely still be in that shirt...

He snuggles his back against his master's chest and instantly feels the calming effect of being close to him. It doesn't completely drown out his excitement at being about to feed him, but it does ease some of that bounciness.

He doesn't wait for Jean Claude; he bares his throat, smiling happily as his head rolls to the side.

Moon's eyes are unblinking, bright and attentive as she creeps closer to the pair on the bed. Santino is a distant memory to her, and she's never actually watched this sort of this. She tilts her head, taking in the body language, the general feel of their thoughts, and their scents in her nose.

"You both look forward to this," she whispers.

Jean-Claude looks at Moon and nods. "Indeed. The relationship between a vampire and pomme de sang is usually a very intimate one. Not usually sexual, but no less close."

He's had audiences when he's fed before, more times than he can count. And while this doesn't precisely feel awkward, it is still certainly noteworthy for the feeling of sensuality at sharing this with his pomme's lover.

"If you will excuse me," he says to her, just so she doesn't try to ask a question as he is in mid-feeding. Then, drawing Jason closer against his chest, Jean-Claude brings his head down, tracing Jason's pulse with the tips of his fangs.

Jason's smirk to Moon tells her what she already may know: their relationship's current status is not lacking in sex because of him.

Jason's eyelids flutter closed at that touch, his breath catching in his throat in anticipation of what's about to happen. It isn't until Jean Claude's fangs pierce his neck does his breath release in a shaky moan, his back arching slightly from the pleasure of being rolled.

Moon's lips part, and she gasps as she watches. She finds the sight beautiful to watch, actually, and it makes her squirm a little. There is no jealousy in Moon as she watches Jason receive such pleasure as her wolf gives his blood, because jealousy isn't something The Moon can feel.

She moves a little closer, but still doesn't touch, doesn't come too close, her eyes fastened on that place where Jean-Claude's mouth remains fastened to Jason's throat.

Jean-Claude is completely aware of Moon's eyes on him, and the sense of exhibitionism is not unpleasant. In fact, it does add quite a lot to the experience. Even so, he has the control to not drink beyond his needs, and draws back from Jason, swiping his tongue across the bite until the small trickle of blood stops.

Jason's eyes roll drunkenly as he feels Jean Claude release him. He tries to focus on Moon, surprised to find her suddenly so very close. He smiles a little too widely at her, completely unconcerned about the very obvious proof that he's enjoyed feeding Jean Claude.

"Mmmmm," is about all he can manage just yet.

Moon, in her innocence and pure curiosity, reaches out to draw her finger over the ridge of Jason's sex in his jeans. It's very obvious that he's enjoyed feeding Jean-Claude, and that knowledge sparks a new question in her mind, and she lifts her bright gaze to the vampire.

"Do your dangly bits become stiff too?" she whispers.

Without the context of Moon's stroking of Jason, Jean-Claude might have had trouble translating that.

"I think you'll find it's quite standard among most males. For vampires, it is a touch more complicated, since we have to have blood in our bodies from a feeding to have such a reaction, but with that accomplished, it is certainly common, particularly in such stimulating company."

When Moon's finger traces over his cock, he groans pleasantly, letting it melt into a low giggle.

"Who, me or Moon?" he chuckles, slurring slightly.

He makes the effort to raise his head to blink at the two of them, grinning stupidly. Blood loss doesn't really have this effect on him, but pair it with a good rolling from Jean Claude? He may as well have slammed two Pan-Galactic Gargle Blasters.
"If you two decide to get it on, make sure someone at least jerks me off in the process."