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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 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."

Moon giggles at him, glancing at Jean-Claude.

"Not yet for me, already happened for him," she says, knowing it will only make partial sense, because they are events that have yet to happen to both of them in the past.

Jean-Claude has learned not to try to figure out Moon's cryptic statements. They always make sense in retrospect, rarely at the time.

But in response to Jason, he just chuckles and gives a little push in order to get out from behind the wolf. "To my eternal regret, I do have a great many things to attend to this night, so I will have to decline."

Jason lets himself slump forward onto the bed, rolling enough to the side to watch Jean Claude get off the bed.

"Just like every other night," he says with an over-embellished sense of disappointment.

He blinks at Moon in confusion. "Wait, what?" Did Moon get to fuck Jean Claude before he did? Damn it...

Moon lays down on her back, looking up at Jason, giggling.

"Silly wolf," she says, poking Jason's nose.

Jean-Claude checks himself in the mirror to make sure he hasn't stained his mouth or his shirt, and then looks at the two of them in the reflection.

"You kids have fun. Clean up after yourselves, and lock the door when you leave."

With that, he heads for the door to deal with matters far less enjoyable.

"Thanks, Dad," Jason teases from the bed.

He dips his head far enough to kiss Moon lightly on the nose before snuggling up beside her, hands running idly up and down her hip, and yes he's pushing the hem of her shirt higher.

"So somehow in all this time fuckery you get to do Jean Claude?" He smirks, pulling her hips a little more firmly against his own. "Lucky bitch," he says, teasing.

Moon smiles at him, her eyes twinkling.

"Jean-Claude gets to do a lot of things you don't know about yet," she says with a giggle. "But I would be telling if I told, so I'm not telling. You'll see soon enough."

He chuckles low, sliding his hand up under her shirt. "Alright, keep your secrets. You know all these timelines are going to catch up eventually."

His fingers have found a nipple under her shirt and they begin caressing in small circles around it, coaxing it erect.

"But I've got a more immediate future on my mind at the moment."

She squirms on the bed, moves closer to him, her lips seeking out his as she makes a soft, whimpering noise.

"You can't see the future," she whispers with a faint smirk.

He catches her lips briefly, making her work for his kisses as his fingers tighten around her nipple. He wants to hear more of those soft whimpers.

"You want to bet on that? I bet I can tell you exactly what's going to happen in the next hour."

He doesn't get a soft whimper when his fingers grow tighter, but a strangled cry as she pushes up against his hand. Moon shudders, reaching for a kiss, and when it's not readily available, she latches onto his throat, the side Jean-Claude hadn't bitten.

She can be ruthless in her desire to hear him make the same sort of noises.

His eyes roll back into his head when she finds his throat, hips arching to grind himself against her with an aroused curse. His fingers quickly forget their exploration under her shirt as his hands move firmly to her hips, pulling her on top of him as he rolls completely to his back.

It gives both his hands better access, and they waste no time in snaking back under her shirt. His throat vibrates under her lips with a soft growl. "Not pulling any punches, are you?"

Her teeth nip sharply before she lifts her head to look down at him with bright eyes, rubbing herself shamelessly against him.

"No," she pants, flinging her hair over her shoulder just before she takes a kiss from him. His mood is contagious, and the kiss is not sweet and gentle, but teeth and lust.

The pleased moan grows into an full-throated groan as he returns her kiss hungrily. She can rub all she likes, but he's already hard and straining against his jeans.

His hands wrestle for a moment with the fabric before he pulls his hands back out and starts to undo the buttons, the sharp, jerky movements ceasing only after the shirt is pulled from her arms and tossed to the floor. He slides his hands up her stomach to cup her breasts, kneading them as his mouth feeds at hers.