Then to his astonishment he heard piano music; someone was playing a nocturne. Jean felt the hairs stand up on the back of his neck. The sadness flowed through him as talented hands flew over the keys. Tears came unbidden to his chestnut eyes and he blinked them back, looking around self-consciously.

He made his way to the music room and stood in the doorway. He watched as his papa wrenched a lament from the perfectly tuned stringed instrument. Spike looked up and made eye contact with his handsome childe. The look of sorrow on his face pulled at Jean’s heartstrings and tears were again hastily blinked away.

Spike began to play pianissimo as Jean slowly approached him. He looked down sadly at the keys, but continued the lament as Jean came behind him and reached his arms down and around his papa’s neck, offering comfort and solace.

As the piece came to an end, Spike felt Jean’s lips lightly touch his hair. “Come to bed papa” he urged and Spike got up as if in a dream and followed Jean. Pulling him by the hand Jean took the master vampire to his own room; he didn’t want to leave him alone with the way he was feeling, obviously broken-hearted about sending Baby to his brother René. It may have been the right decision, but at what cost to his beloved papa?

He wanted to comfort him and did so, taking the pale blond into his bed and into his arms, he urged him to rest. “Allez dormir mon papa, Reposez-vous maintenant, il viendra tout bien, me fait confiance, Jean le font ainsi.” Spike settled into the soft firmness that was Jean’s arms and bed; he felt a small measure of comfort. He would sleep now. As the dappled sunlight played on the ceiling of the room, the two vampires fell asleep in one another’s arms.

Jean stirred first as darkness fell, opening his eyes to see Spike still sleeping peacefully by his side, clutching the silk sheets to his sculpted torso. Jean curled himself protectively around him feeling his waking erection twitch at the soft coolness of the other vampires’ flesh.

Spike stirred and pushed closer to Jean, before turning over. Jean settled himself against his sire’s back as a sigh of contentment escaped Spike’s pouty lips. Jean couldn’t help but want him. He knew he had to have him as he half sat up, resting himself on his elbow and placing light kisses along Spike’s jaw.

Jean touched his cock under the covers where it jiggled happily nestled amongst his dark curls. He wanted to push it into his sire, but knew it was more than his unlife was worth without asking permission first.

He pushed the full length of his body against the paler one and was rewarded when Spike began to stir fitfully. Jean nuzzled his black and gold hair as his sire almost awakened. Jean reached behind him on the nightstand for lubricant and began to grease his rigid shaft.

Lube wasn’t strictly necessary between vampires, but Jean liked an easy time of it. He then took some more lube onto his hand and reached around to slowly stroke his sire’s cock, gently sliding the foreskin back as the older vampire became hard. Jean was, as always, fascinated by Spike’s uncut member; he loved to play with it when the Pride held their regular orgies.

Jean’s cock insistently pressed at Spike’s anus until it dilated the tiniest bit, allowing Jean to press himself in the merest fraction. The Cajun was biting his bottom lip in an endeavour to remain quiet, when he really wanted to push himself home and grunt and thrust.

At that moment Spike groaned and thrust himself back onto his childe. Jean could wait no longer; he drove himself into the slender body, thrusting and driving into his sire. He thought his balls would explode he was so aroused.

Jean continued to stroke Spike’s stiff cock, pulling it gently, as Spike pushed back, finally demanding “Fuck, Jean, please, fuck.” Jean smiled happily, “Oui amour du papa I au va te faire foutre” as he pushed his groin towards Spike, while pulling rather more quickly on his sire’s cock. The intense pleasure for both was not to be denied.

Jean pulled Spike against his chest as he stroked slowly into him, he kissed the nape of Spike’s neck, whispering softly to him; sweet nothings of a carnal nature “Sentez-moi dans vous, Papa” as Spike moaned and became impossibly harder in Jean’s cool, firm grip.

Jeans’ dark curls pushed against the smooth, pale cheeks; his swollen balls slapping as he thrust ever harder. Pushing and delving deeper with every thrust making Spike jerk back, whimpering as his lust built to a crescendo. Jean tried to slow the pace, but it was impossible as Spike demanded “Harder Jean, harder now.” Jean was moaning in ecstasy as he buried himself to the hilt in that tight, sweet place.

The younger vampire was beside himself with lust, taking his sire by the hips he threw him over. Spike’s face was buried in the pillow; such times as this Jean was glad they didn’t have to worry about such banalities as breathing. His cock was still buried deep within his sire as he bent over him; no longer making love, but fucking him, which was what they both wanted...both needed at this point in time. Hard and fast to erase the sorrow.

“Yes Jean, yes, please, fuck me now, fuck me harder…ung…ung..urg” words trailed off into nonsense as Jean plundered his depths. Jean gasping with unneeded breath as he fought not to come before his sire; his eyes almost crossing with the pleasure building up within him. Spike’s slight physique was buffeted by Jean’s larger frame pounding the length of his cock between the smooth, pale cheeks.

Jean cried out as he exploded inside his sire, cool fluid erupting as he almost keeled over with the force of it. Spike felt Jean fill him as he too came with a frantic cry. Jean continued to thrust before slowing down gently; pulling out and falling to the bed at Spike’s side.

Jean’s eyes were closed in bliss. Spike just crumpled into the bedclothes, entirely spent. When they finally looked up and made eye contact, they grinned happily. Jean took a last unnecessary breath, “Amazing.. c'était impressionnant, merci, merci, je vous aime et respecte, vous êtes mon père et mon ami.”

Spike lifted his arm and put it around Jean, “Je t'aime à mon fils, toujours.” They lay relaxing for a while and then Jean rested his chin on his elbow. “Papa, everything is going to work out fine. Don’t you worry, Jean’ll look after you. We go on a little trip, n’est-ce pas?” Spike’s dark eyebrows raised “Trip?” “Oui, go look up old friends, have a lil’ fun?” Spike appeared to mull this over and then agreed “Okay. Approuvez mon fils, celui que vous disiez, je suis dans des vos mains, je laisserez-vous avoir votre manière mauvaise avec moi. Encore une fois!”

Jean looked mighty pleased and made to get up. “Wait Jean, we don’t have to start right away do we? Thought we might give it another go round after breakfast?” Jean tsked as Spike rang the bell for the maid. When the little human timidly knocked and popped her head around the door, the Master requested of his maidservant “Une portion de sang dans le lit, sil vous plait” and on looking down at his childe, who nodded, he smilingly added “Make that two.” She nodded and scurried away. Jean climbed back into bed......