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upils in a frosted gleam。 He looked blind。 〃Have I not earned the right to be petty； Richard？〃
Richard shook his head。 〃Just tell him the truth。〃
〃There are three people in his power that I would strip for； that I would allow to touch me； and answer that so important question。〃 He stood in one graceful movement； like a liquid puppet on strings。 He stepped close enough for the power to spill around him； bringing his breath shuddering from his lips。 The power recognized him； flared stronger； as if he could act as our third； if we weren't careful。 Did the power just need a vampire； and not specifically Jean…Claude？ Richard shut down his side of the power； clanging a shield in place that made me think of metal； strong and solid； unpromising。
Asher caressed the air just above Richard's arm and had to step away； rubbing his hands on his arms。 〃The power fades。〃 He shook himself like a dog ing out of water。 〃If you would say yes； his torment could end。〃
I frowned at them both； not sure I was following the conversation； not sure I wanted to。
Asher turned those pale； drowning eyes to me。 〃Or； our fair Anita。〃 He was already shaking his head。 〃But no； I know better than to ask。 I have enjoyed shocking our so heterosexual Richard by my overtures。 But Anita is not so easily teased。〃 He came to stand in front of Jean…Claude。 〃And； of course； if he wanted the answer badly enough he could do it himself。〃
Jean…Claude's face was at its most arrogant。 Its most hidden。 〃You know why I do not。〃
Asher moved back to stand in front of me。 〃He refuses my bed； because he fears that you would 。。。 what is the American word 。。。 dump him； if you knew he were sleeping with a man。 Would you？〃
I had to swallow before I could answer。 〃Yeah。〃
Asher smiled； but not like he was happy； more like it had been a predictable answer。 〃Then I will pleasure myself here with Narcissus； and Jean…Claude will still not know if I stay because I have bee a lover of such things； or because this type of love is all that is left for me。〃
〃I haven't agreed to this；〃 Narcissus said。 〃Before I take second no fourth choice let me see what I'm buying。〃
Asher stood； turning so that his left side was towards the werehyena。 He unzipped the mask and lifted it over his head。 We were standing enough to one side so that I could see that perfect profile。 His golden hair and I mean golden was braided along the back of his head so that nothing interfered with the view。 I was used to looking at Asher through a film of hair。 Without it； the lines of his face were like sculpture； something so smooth and lovely that you wanted to touch it； trace the movement of it with your hands； layer it with kisses。 Even after the little show he'd put on； he was still beautiful。 Nothing seemed to change that when I looked at Asher。
〃Very nice；〃 Narcissus said； 〃very； very nice； but I have many beautiful men at my beck and call。 Perhaps not as beautiful； but still 。。。 〃
Asher turned to face the man。 Whatever Narcissus was about to say died in his throat。 The right side of Asher's face looked like melted candle wax。 The scars didn't start until well away from the midline of his face。 It was as if his torturers all those centuries ago had wanted him to have enough left to remember the perfection he'd once been。 His eyes were still golden…lashed； his nose perfect； his mouth full and kissable； but the rest 。。。 The rest was scarred。 Not ruined； not spoiled； but scarred。
I remembered Asher's smooth perfection； the feel of that perfect body rubbing against mine。 Not my memories。 I had never seen Asher nude。 I had never touched him that way。 But Jean…Claude had about two hundred years ago。 It made it impossible for me to look at Asher with unprejudiced eyes； because I remembered being in love with him； in fact； was still a little in love with him。 Which meant that Jean…Claude was still a little in love with him。 My personal life just can't get more plicated。
Narcissus drew a shuddering breath and said in a voice gone hoarse； eyes wide； 〃Oh； my。〃
Asher threw the hood on the bed and began to unzip the front of the leather shirt； very slowly。 I'd seen his chest before and knew that it was much worse than his face。 The right side of his chest was carved with deep runnels； the skin hard to the touch。 The left side； like his face； still had that angelic beauty that had attracted the vampires to him long ago。
When the zipper was halfway down his body； baring his chest and upper stomach； Narcissus had to sit down on the bed as if his legs wouldn't hold him。
〃I think； Narcissus；〃 Jean…Claude said； 〃that after tonight you will owe us a favor。〃 His voice was empty when he said it； devoid of anything。 It was the voice he used when he was at his most careful； or his most pained。
Asher asked in a careful voice that didn't quite match the striptease he was doing； 〃What level of pain does Narcissus enjoy straight how do you say out of the box？〃
〃Rough；〃 Jean…Claude said。 〃He can control his desire and not step outside the bounds of his submissive； but if he is to be topped； then rough； very rough。 You do not need a warming up period for this one。〃 Jean…Claude's voice was still empty。
Asher looked down at Narcissus。 〃Is that true？ Do you like to start out with a 。。。 bang？〃 That last word was slow； seductive。 One word； and it held worlds of promise within it。
Narcissus nodded slowly。 〃You can start with blood； if you've the balls for it。〃
〃Most people have to work up to that for it to be pleasurable；〃 Asher said。
〃I don't；〃 Narcissus said。
Asher finished unzipping and lowered the shirt off his arms； held it in his hands for a moment； then struck out with a movement so quick it was only an after…image blur。 He slapped Narcissus across the face with the heavy zipper once； twice； three times； until blood showed at the corner of his mouth and his eyes looked unfocused。
I was so startled by all of it that I think I forgot to breathe。 All I could do was stare。 Jean…Claude had gone very still between Richard and me。 It wasn't the utter stillness that he was capable of； that all the old masters were capable of； and I realized why。 He couldn't sink into that black stillness of death with the lingering touch of the 〃life〃 we'd pumped through him。
Narcissus used the tip of his tongue to taste the blood on his mouth。 〃I am an acplished liar； but I always give fair trade。〃 He was suddenly more serious than he had been； as if the flippant tease was just a mask and underneath was a more solemn； thinking person。 When he looked up； there was a person in his eyes that I knew was dangerous。 The flirt was real； too； but it was partially camouflage to make everyone underestimate him。 Looking into his eyes； I knew that to underestimate him would be a very bad thing。
He turned those newly serious eyes to Asher。 〃For this； I will owe you a favor； but only one favor； not three。〃
Asher reached up and undid his hair； letting the heavy sparkling waves fall around his face。 He stared down at the smaller man； and I couldn't see the look he gave； but whatever it was； it made Narcissus look like a drowning man。 〃I am only worth one favor？〃 Asher said。 〃I think not。〃
Narcissus had to swallow twice before he could speak。 〃Perhaps more。〃 He turned and looked at us； and his eyes were still raw； real。 〃Go； save your wereleopards； whoever they belong to。 But know this； the ones inside are new to our munity。 They do not know our rules； and their own rules seem harsh by parison。〃
〃You warn us； Narcissus； thank you；〃 Jean…Claude said。
〃I think that this one would not like it if you were hurt； no matter how angry he is with you； Jean…Claude。 I am about to let him bind me to this bed； or the wall； and do to me whatever he wishes。〃
〃Whatever I wish？〃 Asher asked。
Narcissus's gaze flicked back to him。 〃No； not whatever； but until I use the safety word； yes。〃 There was something almost childlike in the way he said the last； as if he were already thinking of what was to e； and not really concentrating on us。
〃Safety word？〃 I asked。
Narcissus gazed at me。 〃If the pain grows too much； or if something is proposed that the slave does not want to do； you use the word agreed upon。 Once the word is spoken the master must stop。〃
〃But you'll be tied up； you won't be able to make him stop。〃
Narcissus's eyes were drowning； drowning in things that I didn't understand； and didn't want to。 〃It is both the trust and the element of uncertainty that makes the event； Anita。〃
〃You trust that he'll stop when you say stop； but you like the thought that he might not stop； that he might just keep going；〃 Richard said。
It made me stare at him； but I caught Narcissus's nod。
〃Am I the only one in this room that doesn't understand how this game is played？〃
〃Remember； Anita；〃 Richard said； 〃I was a virgin until Raina got me。 She was my first lover； and her tastes ran 。。。 to the exotic。〃
Narcissus laughed then。 〃A virgin in Raina's hands； what a frightening image。 Even I wouldn't let her top me； because you could see it in her eyes。〃
〃See what？〃 I asked。
〃That she had no stopping point。〃
Having almost been a star in one of her little bedroom dramas； saved only by the fact that I'd killed her first； I had to agree。
〃Raina liked it better if you didn't want to do it；〃 Richard said。 〃She was a sexual sadist； not a dominant。 It took me a long time to realize how big a difference there is between the two。〃
I looked at his face； but he was safe behind his shields； I couldn't read him。 He and Jean…Claude had more practice at shielding than I did。 But； frankly； I didn't want to know what was behind the lost look on Richard's face。 I realized with a start that I had Jean…Claude's memories but not Richard's。 It had never occurred to me to ask why that was。 But later； later。 Right now I wanted to be out of this room。 〃I want out of here。〃
Jean…Claude pulled gently away from both of us to stand on his own。 〃Yes； the night is running out； and we have much to do。〃
I didn't look at him； or Richard。 I'd pretty much promised that if dawn stayed at bay we'd have sex tonight。 But somehow staring at Asher's naked back； with Narcissus gazing up at him with a look somewhere between adoration and terror； I just wasn't in the mood anymore。
7
THE UPPER HALLWAY stretched white and empty。 There was a silver wallpaper border high up on the wall； more silver ran in thin lines down the walls； an opulent yet tasteful display。 It looked like the hallway of some upscale hotel。 I didn't know if it was camouflage or if Narcissus just liked it that way。 After downstairs' black techno…punk and Narcissus's own Marquis de Sade bedroom； it was almost startling； as if we'd stepped from some dark nightmare into a quieter； more peaceful dream。
We were the ones who looked out of place。 All of us in black； too much skin showing。 Jamil paced up the stairs on point； his muscular upper body showing in tantalizing glimpses through a series of black leather straps。 The pants fit his narrow hips like a second skin； and I'd learned long ago from watching Jean…Claude undress that you didn't get that smooth line if there was underwear between the skin and the pants。 He turned； his waist…length corn…rows flaring out around him。 He was a contrast in darkness； the black of the leather； the dark； dark brown of his skin。 He moved like a shadow in that white hallway。
Faust went next。 He was the new male vampire I'd met downstairs。 In the better light； his hair was obviously tinted burgundy； like a shade of red gone wrong； but somehow it suited him。 His leather pants were covered in more zippers than seemed necessary to get them on and off； and his black shirt had a zipper up the front。 It reminded me of Asher's shirt； except for the color。 I tried not to think too much about what Asher might be doing right this moment。 I still didn't know if Asher was pimping himself out for us or whether he truly wanted to be with Narcissus。 I was more fortable with the idea of self…sacrifice。
I brought up the middle with the two women behind me。 Sylvie still didn't look like herself to me。 The black skirt was so short that whoever was in back of her couldn't help but get a flash of whatever was under the skirt。 The hose climbed her l