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Drunk On Your Lust

It was late evening in 19th century France when Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart returned to the mansion of Le Comte de Saint-Germain after finishing some business he had in town. Upon entering the foyer, he headed straight for the dining area carrying a bottle of red wine he'd brought home with him and called out to the butler Sebastian as he entered the room.

"Sebas, I have some-"

Mozart halted when he didn't see Sebastian in the room, but another resident of the mansion instead: Jean D'Arc. Jean set down an empty decanter of what had most likely been Blanc, placing it on a cart beside the table containing bottles of Rouge for the mansion's residents.

"You're looking for Sebas?" the French soldier asked while approaching his friend. "He's gone out shopping. Do you need something?"

Mozart held up the bottle of wine to show Jean. "I was given this while out in town." he explained. "I wanted to give it to Sebas to serve with dinner tomorrow night. Since he's not here, I'll just leave it in the kitchen with a note."

As Mozart began to make his way to the kitchen, Jean stopped him. "If it was a gift to you, shouldn't you drink it yourself?"

Mozart paused and pondered the thought for a moment, then shook his head. "I couldn't drink this whole bottle by myself. Plus drinking is more enjoyable with company."

Jean stared at the other man with his usual stoic expression. "...I'm here." he pointed out flatly.

Mozart furrowed his brow in confusion. "I've never seen you drink before. I was certain you didn't indulge in alcoholic beverages."

Jean frowned, a bit embarrassed. "I should still be able to handle my alcohol." he insisted before pausing briefly. "...probably."

That didn't do much to inspire Mozart's confidence in his friend's constitution. After giving Jean a doubtful look, Jean cleared his throat lightly and began to confide in his closest friend in the mansion.

"I've...never actually tried alcohol before. Not even during my time as a human." he confessed hesitantly. "Given my position as leader, my comrades-in-arms warned me I shouldn't drink. It could have led to a compromised state that would impede my ability to lead and give commands."

Mozart could relate to the sentiment of not wanting to be in an impaired state, though for different reasons. "I'm not much of a drinker myself," he admitted. "Though I do drink some during social gatherings because it's customary. However, it affects my ability to play piano, so I don't make consuming too much alcohol a very frequent habit."

Jean held his chin while nodding understandingly. "I see." he murmured thoughtfully. "Are you planning to play your piano tonight?"

The composer was somewhat caught off guard by the soldier's probing. "Well, no." he answered. "I'm finished for the day-"

"Then there's no problem." Jean interrupted. "You and I shall drink together tonight."

Mozart sighed in exasperation at the stubborn man. "What is wrong with you? Why do you insist-?"

"Mozart," Jean cut in gently. "You...are my friend." he admitted, feeling mildly embarrassed at saying the words out loud. "I was always alone, watching my comrades drink and have fun together. I felt envious of them and their closeness. That's why...I'd like to drink with you."

There was a distant look of melancholy in Jean's eye as he spoke, as if remembering a loneliness from long ago.

Mozart felt a light blush rise on his cheeks at the other man's sentimental words of companionship. He was touched that Jean thought of him as such a close friend. It was true they were closer to each other than with any of the other residents in the mansion, and Mozart felt some affection toward Jean that he never really felt for anyone else since becoming a vampire, or even in his previous life.

Mozart closed his eyes. "I have also never really enjoyed drinking with someone I considered a close friend before." the composer shared, then opened his eyes and nodded at Jean. "Very well, we'll drink together."

Jean let out a quiet sigh of relief and gave Mozart a soft, grateful smile. "Thank you, Mozart."

When Jean smiled at him, Mozart swallowed lightly at the realization of how very handsome the other man actually was with such a pleasant expression. Even though they were both men, Mozart couldn't deny Jean's appearance was androgynous enough to be considered beautiful, despite being male. The soldier's looks were even fetching enough for Mozart to find him attractive.

Wait. What was he thinking?

In an attempt to distract himself from that thought, Mozart quickly set the bottle down on the table while clearing his throat. "I'll go get us some glasses." he announced, before heading off to the kitchen.

Once Mozart returned and opened the bottle, he poured a glass for both of them, and the two friends began their drinking session.

While the composer took his time in sipping the wine and admiring the rich flavor and texture, Jean simply took one deep sip after another, despite being a novice drinker, until he had drained his glass, then poured himself another. Mozart frowned when he noticed his friend's fair-skinned cheeks had taken on a reddish hue already.

"Perhaps you should slow down a little, Jean..." Mozart suggested in concern. "After all, you're new to drinking. It might be a little much for you."

"It's fine." Jean responded before taking another swig of wine, then glanced at his friend with a taunting smile. "Maybe you should speed up. Unless you want to get left behind..."

Feeling challenged and unwilling to be outdone, Mozart grabbed up his glass and gulped down its contents quickly, then set it down on the table again. "I'll show you what an experienced drinker is capable of." he stated proudly before pouring himself more wine.

Jean smirked and held up his own glass. "À votre santé." he toasted in French, then clinked glasses with his friend.

The two men dropped all usual sense of composure and refinement, and began drinking more competitively with no signs of slowing down as late evening proceeded into nightfall.

After some time, the wine bottle was almost empty and neither man had claimed victory over the other yet. However, both of them had lost to the alcohol itself.

Mozart's head was swimming, but he continued drinking regardless. Setting down his empty glass and pouring the rest of the wine into it, he took the chance to speak up to his friend. "Jean, aren't you a little...too close?" he asked with a mild slur before taking a sip from his glass.

"You're imagining things." Jean mumbled.

The corner of Mozart's lips twitched at the other man's response. "I'm fairly certain I'm not imagining the way our cheeks are pressed together..." he pointed out. "Nor the fact you're currently sitting in my lap..."

Indeed, Jean was sitting across Mozart's lap with an arm around the composer's shoulders and his head leaning against the other man's, pressing their flushed cheeks together. His glassy eye was only half open and his hand barely gripped his empty glass sitting on the table.

"I'm telling you, you're imagining things..." he grumbled stubbornly.

Mozart merely chuckled at his friend with a wide grin, feeling too amused at Jean's current state to be angry. It was actually kind of cute how the usually taciturn soldier was snuggling up to him like a child. He gulped down what was left in his glass and set it back down in satisfaction, feeling rather triumphant at finally out-drinking the other man. It really did feel good to drink with someone who was considered a dear friend. Why didn't he do this more often?

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps could be heard approaching the dining room, followed by a voice with a British accent.

"I'm home!" Arthur Conan Doyle announced as he walked into the room, then froze in place at the scene before him. "What the...? What is going on here?" he asked in bewilderment.

Arthur looked back and forth between Mozart and Jean sitting together in one chair at the table in a rather peculiar manner. Observing the two men's faces, which were both unusually red, the empty wine bottle and two empty glasses, plus the cuddly Jean and cheerfully smiling Mozart, Arthur quickly deduced the situation at hand, though it didn't take being an expert detective to do so.

"Wolfie, Jeanie... Are you guys drunk?" he asked in surprise.

"Pff, who's drunk?" Mozart responded with a smile, sounding amused.

"I'm...perfectly normal..." Jean added, barely able to get the words out.

Arthur had to suppress his laughter at the bizarre situation. "So Wolfie is the type of drunk who creepily smiles non-stop, and Jeanie is the type of drunk who is overly affectionate." he observed.

"I told you, no one's drunk." Mozart insisted.

"Are you daft? You're both utterly pissed!" Arthur countered.

"Don't be ridiculous, I'm not angry in the least." Jean responded obliviously, drawing a laugh from Mozart.

Shaking his head with a light chuckle, Arthur was about to suggest his two housemates go to bed and sleep it off when an idea suddenly came to him. He grinned mischievously as he found himself feeling compelled to take advantage of the situation for a bit of amusement. Looking over the two normally serious and composed men cuddling intimately in their inebriated state, Arthur sauntered forward casually with a little smile on his face.

"You know... If this were happening between a man and a woman, I bet it'd lead to some steamy, naughty action." he remarked suggestively.

Mozart snorted derisively. "You would think that, you depraved womanizer."

Arthur grinned unashamedly and put his hands in his pockets. "Yes, I suppose I'm the only one who'd think that sort of thing. After all, it's not often those kinds of thoughts would cross the minds of two men, especially such straight-laced chaps like yourselves."

He then paused and held his chin, as if giving it some thought. "Although, it's not like that sort of thing happening between men is unheard of. I mean, even two men are capable of getting steamy and naughty together..." he murmured, then gave a nonchalant shrug. "But you two aren't the type who feel the need for companionship or intimacy, so I suppose it's basically impossible for that scenario to occur."

Leaving that statement hanging in the air, Arthur turned to walk out of the dining area while lifting one hand in a parting gesture. "Well, have an enjoyable night, gents." he called back cheerfully, before disappearing around the corner.

Having lost his good cheer from before, Mozart frowned in the silence that was left in the wake Arthur's departure. Why did that man always have to talk about dirty things? He couldn't comprehend being slave to such a base and primitive instinct like lust the way the flirtatious author was. It wasn't that Mozart was completely dead or anything, he just didn't find much importance in things like sex. And certainly not sex with another man!

Even a man as attractive, alluring, and kind of sexy as Jean...

Realizing what he was thinking, Mozart quickly shook his head to rid his mind of those thoughts and paid for it dearly with a wave of dizziness that made him grab the table to steady himself. Perhaps he was drunk after all. But he was currently in no position to drag himself upstairs to bed to sleep it off with a drunk soldier sitting in his lap. Was Jean even awake anymore?

Reaching up to grab Jean's shoulder, Mozart shook his friend lightly. "Jean, wake up."

Jean gave a start of surprise at his touch. "I-I'm not asleep." he insisted groggily.

Mozart let out a heavy sigh. "I hate to admit it, but Arthur may have been right about our current state..." he muttered begrudgingly, then gently pushed Jean on the back to encourage his friend to stand. "Let's go, I think it's time we retire for the night."

With a disgruntled grunt, Jean finally listened and stood up, giving Mozart the chance to stand himself. Upon doing so, the composer felt the world slightly tilt, but managed to maintain his balance.

Jean, however, was not so fortunate.

The soldier began to stumble forward unsteadily, but before he could fall, Mozart reached out with his left hand and grabbed the other man's right arm to catch him, causing Jean to spin around and face Mozart. Despite being caught, however, he continued falling backwards. With the momentum from Jean nearly causing Mozart to topple forward, the composer quickly extended his left leg to plant one foot firmly on the ground, and wrapped his right arm around the other man's torso while his left arm went around the broad shoulders, successfully preventing their fall.

Mozart let out a quiet sigh of relief, but the feeling didn't last long as he realized the two of them were once again in a rather awkward position.

Their lower bodies were pressed together as Mozart leaned forward a bit over Jean, holding the other man tightly to him with Jean still leaning back from almost falling. After being caught, Jean's arms had wrapped around Mozart, and the two ended up in a rather intimate embrace. The left leg Mozart had extended during the fall had gone between Jean's legs, and now their thighs were pressed snugly into each other's groins.

Both men were frozen in shock and staring at each other, too stunned to react at that moment.

Though Jean had just been dizzy and drowsy only moments before, he quickly became more alert upon the realization that he and Mozart held each other in a rather suggestive manner. His mind went blank as he gazed up into the mesmerizing violet eyes behind wisps of white hair framing an incredibly handsome face. It was the first time Jean was able to notice just how attractive his friend really was. Thoughts or opinions of other people's appearances never crossed Jean's mind before, since he paid no attention to such things. Now, it was all he was aware of as the two men stared at each other.

Managing to compose himself first, Mozart lifted Jean into a standing position once more while clearing his throat. "Are you alright?" he asked, releasing his friend and straightening out his coat anxiously.

"Y-yes, I believe so." Jean answered, unable to meet Mozart's eyes now.

Despite saying that, the soldier still seemed unsteady on his feet. The awkward moment managed to wake Mozart's senses up a bit, but the inexperienced Jean still appeared to be battling his inebriation as he swayed slightly. Worried his friend could end up getting hurt on the way to his quarters, Mozart took hold of Jean's arm and draped it across his shoulders to support him.

"Come, I'll help you to your room."

There were no objections from the other man, and the two made their way upstairs to the second floor where the vampiric residents of the mansion were roomed. When they reached Jean's bedroom at the end of the hall, Mozart managed to shuffle the other man in while the door closed behind them. The almost empty room had bare, grey walls, a plain wooden floor, and was void of anything but a simple bed too large for one person and basic wardrobe. The small space was well lit by moonlight streaming in through the curtainless window to the left of Jean's bed, and another on the ceiling overhead.

The cold, empty, and lonely-feeling bedroom was a disheartening space which seemed to reflect the Jean's heart a little too well.

Mozart walked the intoxicated man over to his bed. "Get some rest, because you're in for a rough morning." he warned as he tried to remove Jean's arm from around his shoulders.

However, the soldier's grip remained firm.

Mozart looked at his friend in confusion, but was unable to see the face obscured by silky, deep purple hair and eye patch used to hide his right eye. "Jean? What are you-?"

The question was cut off by a yelp of surprise as Jean suddenly grabbed Mozart and flung him onto the bed before climbing on top the stunned composer, grabbing his wrists and pinning them over his head to trap him. The soft moonlight shining through the window with a silver hue lit up the other vampire's porcelain face and glossy hair, revealing an almost intimidating and impassive expression. Mozart gulped hard as he stared up into the dark eye gazing down on him with an empty stare.

"W-what do you think you're doing?" he demanded while trying to keep his voice steady.

Instead of answering, Jean's eye wandered from Mozart's eyes down to his pale lips. They appeared so enticing that the soldier couldn't resist the urge coming over him. He suddenly released one of the other man's wrists to grab his jaw in a strong grip and hurriedly pressed a firm kiss to those luscious lips. They were soft and warm and felt so nice against his that Jean deepened the kiss even more.

Mozart gasped in surprise through his nose and instinctively grabbed Jean's shoulder with his free hand, though he didn't try to stop the soldier or push him away. Jean slowly pulled back to look down at the disoriented Mozart for a couple of breaths, then once again covered the other man's lips in a more passionate kiss than the first.

Mozart's fingers curled to clutch Jean's sleeve while he grew dizzy with lingering inebriation, shock, and confusion from the situation. His mind went blank and all he could think of was the warm lips caressing his own in a deep kiss. When Jean pulled back again, they were both gasping softly and staring at each other in silence with flushed faces and dazed eyes.

Seizing the chance to speak before Jean could silence him with another kiss, Mozart quickly spoke up. "What the hell was that about?" he asked sternly.

Jean's hand holding Mozart's jaw crept up to touch the other man's cheek, his thumb stroking the lips he had just stolen a kiss from. "I'd forgotten that night..." he said in a quiet, breathless voice. "What Arthur was saying earlier made me remember... The night I witnessed two comrades commit an act I never thought possible between two men..."

Tingles rose in the wake of Jean's fingertips lightly stroking Mozart's skin and lips. With one wrist still pinned to the bed and his body trapped beneath his friend's, all the composer could do was stare up at the other man in silence. It wasn't hard to figure out what exactly that last statement was alluding to, nor to see the deepening red on Jean's cheeks and distant look in his eye as though he were looking into a time long past.

"I saw two of my men sneaking out of camp late one night." Jean continued, staring down blankly but not meeting Mozart's eyes. "I followed them, suspicious of their behavior. They stole away to a secluded spot in a wooded area and I hid nearby to see what they were up to, but... What I saw..."

Jean swallowed hard and closed his eye while remembering the scene from long ago. "They were kissing, and...touching each other..." he stated in a lightly trembling voice. "The acts were so lurid and shameful, but I... I couldn't stop watching. I was confused yet fascinated at the same time. Seeing how Gabriel felt incredible pleasure when Frederick entered him, the way they both experienced pure ecstasy together despite being the same gender... It was strange and mystifying. My body reacted in a way it never had before..."

When Jean opened his eye again, it was filled with longing and anguish. "Just remembering...makes me feel things I haven't felt since that night... This ache and heat, i-it's unbearable..."

With a groan of discomfort, Jean suddenly fell forward and landed on top of Mozart with the full weight of his firm, built body.

Mozart was startled by his friend's sudden collapse at first, but it faded quickly at the feeling of a hard bulge being pressed against his own crotch. The composer froze, unsure of what to do as Jean buried his face in the crook of his neck, letting out huffs of hot breath while rubbing his hardened manhood into Mozart with desperate need. The feeling of heat seeped through their clothes and spread to Mozart's groin, while the erect member throbbed strongly enough that the composer could feel his friend's pulsing arousal. Mozart swallowed hard and his heart started pounding faster as he found his own body beginning to react in response to Jean's overwhelming lust.

"Nn, Mozart..." Jean groaned in pain, desire and hunger rising within him like flames threatening to completely consume him. "I can't...take it..."

When Jean lifted his head to look down at Mozart again, he had a contorted expression of pain on his damp face, and a look in his eye similar to that of a wild, hungry animal. His lips were pulled back to reveal his canines had become elongated and turned into sharp fangs glinting in the moonlight. The grimace was an indication of just how much the soldier was struggling with - and losing to - the arousal and bloodlust overpowering all his senses and inhibitions.

"I... I need you...!" Jean growled in a strained voice before covering Mozart's lips in another rough kiss.

Shocked confusion prevented Mozart from being able to think or react as Jean kissed him more hungrily and aggressively than before. He was perplexed and flustered by the events currently unfolding, and at a loss for what to do as the normally stoic and reserved Jean made the transition into someone ruled by carnal instinct.

Then, as if a spark had been ignited deep within his core, the composer found himself growing hotter and more excited from the other man's infectious arousal. Jean's warm tongue pushed its way past his lips and met his own to circle each other in a passionate dance. Unable to resist his friend's lust-fueled appetite, Mozart clung to Jean while they made out eagerly, pressing their groins together more firmly to rub their hot, swollen members against each other.

After a few moments, Jean pulled back from the kiss while gasping for air and sat up to remove his cape then toss it aside. He then quickly took off his belt and coat before grabbing Mozart by the lapels and pulling him into a sitting position, yanking the other man's coat down his arms and removing it. Still straddling Mozart's lap, Jean leaned in for another kiss while impatiently undoing the buttons on his friend's shirt as Mozart did the same with Jean's.

The two men undressed until they were both half naked, then separated from the kiss once more. After stripping his partner of his top, Jean pushed Mozart on his back again and admired his friend's slender but toned upper body, smooth, fair skin only slightly darker than his soft, white hair, and the amethyst orbs of his eyes shining in the moon's pale light as they shyly turned up to him. Gazing down upon the elegant form of the composer before him, Jean could feel his groin aching even more with desire for the other man.

Jean was once again looming over Mozart with the tight, muscular body befitting a solider, which the composer couldn't help finding extremely enticing at that moment. Jean's dark eye began to wander Mozart's body while his hand reached out to touched Mozart's neck, then began sliding long fingers slowly down his chest all the way to his abdomen. The gentle, tickling sensation made Mozart shudder as his erection throbbed excitedly in anticipation of being touched. Jean then grabbed Mozart's pants and opened them to remove the throbbing manhood within, drawing a gasp from the composer as he grasped it in a firm grip.

The hard, nicely-sized member in his hand was hot and pulsing with the same longing Jean was feeling as he stroked it slowly. While he moved his hand up and down the length, Mozart's cheeks began to glow a light crimson, and a low, sweet groan escaped his lips as the composer took deep breaths. The alluring expression and voice had Jean's mind dizzy with excitement and desire. In his eagerness to feel pleasure and gain release, Jean let go of Mozart's erection to step back off the bed then quickly grab and remove his partner's pants. He then removed his own leaving their bodies completely naked and exposed to each other. Before climbing back onto the bed, Jean paused a moment to drink in Mozart's fully naked form laid out in such a seductive manner. The wet, flushing face and limpid eyes staring back at him were simply magnificent.

As Mozart laid there bared to Jean's wandering gaze, he began to feel shy and his cheeks grew hot. "D-don't stare like that..." he muttered while glancing away.

It wasn't like this was the first time they were seeing each other's bodies, since they'd shared baths in the thermae before, but they never looked upon each other with such feelings of sexual desire. The sheer lust and yearning in the other man's eye was stronger than any leering gaze cast upon Mozart before, both as a human and a vampire. He had always been aware of people - both men and women alike - looking at him with lustful eyes while thinking indecent thoughts, but this was the first time he ever felt affected by it.

The other man's embarrassment and shyness only made Jean feel even more desperate. He wanted Mozart so badly that it felt like he would go mad. Perhaps he already had. Jean fell upon the vulnerable composer once more and kissed the soft lips while relishing the sensation of his bare skin making contact with Mozart's. But even more enjoyable than the feeling of their hot, naked bodies touching was their throbbing erections pressed against each other.

The two men groaned and panted between kisses as they eagerly moved their hips to rub the stiff, swollen dicks together. The friction felt amazing and drove Jean to thrust harder against the other man with desperate need for relief. The gasp it drew from Mozart was followed by a sensual sighing groan of ecstasy that made Jean want to hear more of the sweet, erotic voice expressing pleasure.

When Jean moved to kiss and suck on Mozart's neck, the other man moaned at the touch of his lips. There was a swift pulsing from a vein beneath the surface of Mozart's neck that matched the racing heartbeat within the composer's chest. Suddenly, an urge began to grow within Jean as his lips caressed the soft, warm flesh, and he swallowed hard as a familiar thirst made itself known. The desire for Mozart began to mix with a gnawing hunger he only felt during a state of starved bloodlust. However, this felt different from his usual hunger when he denied himself Rouge even though he was in dire need of it. It was a longing for his friend's blood specifically, instead of just any blood in general.

Drunk and lightheaded from wine, overwhelming lust, and a thirst for Mozart's essence, all sense and logic were pushed aside as an animalistic instinct took over Jean's mind - like a beast desperate to feed. His lips parted to bare his fangs and they scraped along the flesh of Mozart's neck. He didn't care that they were both vampires, nor whether or not vampires biting each other was a thing, he no longer had the will to stop or control himself.

The feeling of fangs grazing his neck caught Mozart off guard and he had no time to react before they roughly sank into his flesh. A surprised gasp escaped his lips at the sharp pain he felt and he arched his back as his eyes went wide with shock and realization.

Jean was biting him.

Mozart grabbed onto his friend with a groan, digging his nails into the other man's solid biceps while a hot tongue licked at his aching flesh. "J-Jean, stop...!" he pleaded, panic overtaking him.

Should a vampire bite another vampire? Was it anything like feeding on a human? The Rouge they drink came from humans, but it became their own blood once in their system. Mozart wasn't sure if it was the same, but he could feel the blood draining as Jean drank from him almost eagerly. He had heard that a vampire who felt sexual desire toward someone would feel an overwhelming urge to bite that person and feed on them, but the composer hadn't even considered the possibility of that occurring until now.

Gradually, however, Mozart began to understand the allure himself as his own desire grew stronger the longer Jean's fangs were embedded in his flesh, and he willingly submitted to the other man with a soft groan. While he had initially felt pain, it quickly gave way to a dull ache, then a sort of numbness, and finally a rising feeling of intense pleasure. The sensation began to spread throughout Mozart's body, and he suddenly didn't want Jean to stop. There was an aching heat throbbing in his groin which was different from normal arousal, and he almost felt ready to come just from the bite alone. It was unlike any pleasure he'd ever felt before, and he let out a low moan as Jean removed his fangs to take a quick breath, then sank them in again in a different spot on his neck.

"Ahh... Jean..."

An erotic moan filled Jean's ear as he bit into his partner's soft neck again, drinking the warm, succulent fluid spilling onto his tongue. The seductive voice coming from his friend was as beautiful as any melody played on Mozart's piano, and he wanted to hear and taste the other man more as his arousal and need for the composer grew. He'd heard that a vampire's bite was actually pleasurable for both parties, and the act filled him with an uncontrollable carnal excitement which felt sinful and irresistible. Jean shuddered with heightened desire as he licked at the blood that came from the puncture wounds, then kissed the bite marks tenderly before moving back to Mozart's lips and slipped his tongue into the composer's mouth.

The familiar flavor coating Jean's tongue was the same as the Rouge Mozart drank on a regular basis, but somehow it tasted so much more exquisite right now. The same urge the solider had felt to plunge his fangs into soft, warm flesh was beginning to rise within Mozart. With a strong desire to bring Jean the same pleasure, Mozart grabbed the other man's shoulders and turned his partner over onto his back so he was on top. The composer repositioned himself between Jean's legs while he kissed his way down the broad chest to the firm abs, then took hold of the large, thick erection and began stroking its length, drawing a low groan from the other man. The tip was already wet with precum and Mozart began prodding the tip with his thumb while planting kisses all over the hot shaft. He slid his tongue from base to glans repeatedly while taking hold of Jean's leg beneath the knee then lifted it to make it bend and open a bit more. Turning his head and planting a few teasing kisses on his partner's inner thigh, Mozart shifted his eyes to lock with Jean's before slowly sinking his fangs in.

Jean gasped and uttered a small cry while tossing his head back onto his pillow at the feeling of sharp pain shooting through his thigh. However, the pain didn't last long, and it soon gave way to the growing sensation of sheer pleasure which seemed to travel through his nether region. Heat and arousal built up in his groin until the aching need for relief became unbearable.

Breathing heavily, Jean pushed up onto his elbows and met Mozart's eyes with a pleading look. "Mozart, please... I can't...take it..."

The desperate tone in Jean's deep, sexy voice as he spoke his name made Mozart shudder with lustful excitement as he continued drinking from the soldier's tender inner thigh. The beseeching, arousing voice, along with the soft flesh and hot blood leaking into his mouth started to awaken a predatory instinct, making the composer feel a sexual thrill he'd never known before. Pulling his fangs back to lick at a crimson trail trickling down his chin, Mozart then sank them in again closer to Jean's groin, eliciting a gasping moan from his friend. The hand gripping the soldier's wildly throbbing dick began stroking the shaft roughly, resulting in more heavy moaning and panting from Jean.

Intense pleasure radiated through Jean's body starting from his crotch and spreading out like ripples, causing him to gasp and moan in a state of euphoria the likes of which he'd never experienced before. Mozart's hand moved swiftly up and down his swollen erection while his fangs and tongue worked the soldier's trembling thigh muscles, drawing him ever closer to the release he so desperately needed. He had been a chaste man in life, having never felt the allure of sex except for that one night between his men, and the shame he had felt after touching himself to two male comrades being intimate with each other had made him feel ashamed and disappointed with himself. But that was his previous life. Now Jean wanted nothing more than to succumb to this intoxicating lust that was more delicious than the wine he and Mozart had consumed that evening.

Jean clutched the bed sheets and his body writhed anxiously as the friction and heat from Mozart's vigorous stroking was accompanied by a growing pressure that made his swollen manhood feel like it was about to blow. His solid muscles tightened and he clenched his teeth as the volume of his voice grew more difficult to maintain.

"Mmn! M-Mozart! I'm... I'm gonna co-ahh...!"

The words were cut short by moan of ecstasy Jean had to quickly muffle by tightly pressing the back of his hand to his mouth as his body was wracked with waves of pleasure coursing through his being. He arched and trembled with spasming muscles while a thick, heavy load of cum shot out of his throbbing dick into the air to rain back down on his member, tight abdomen, and Mozart's hand. Jean gasped and panted heavily while lost in the high of orgasmic bliss as his body continued feeling the effects of his intense climax for several moments. It had felt even better than the one he gave himself the night he watched his fellow soldiers together, and didn't end in the same considerable amount of shame and self-loathing.

After Jean's orgasm, Mozart released the other man's satisfied erection and looked at his hand which had received some of the hot load. Normally he strongly disliked having any part of his body soiled, especially his hands, and would usually have his handkerchief out by now. But evidently he was too horny and perhaps still too drunk to be bothered by it now, since he didn't feel his usual level of disgust. Instead, he sat back and brought his hand to his lips to curiously lick the white fluid on his skin. The salty, bitter taste on his tongue made Mozart shudder, and he quickly decided to clean the rest off later - the normal way.

After regaining some of his senses from his orgasm, Jean opened his eye to look at Mozart and take in the other man's stiff, throbbing manhood which had yet to receive its own satisfaction. The urge to touch and taste his partner even more made Jean sit up and take hold of the composer's slender arm then pull his body against his own for a firm kiss. The taste of blood on Mozart's tongue sent shivers down his spine, making his muscular frame shudder with a lustful groan deep in his throat. Jean wrapped one arm around the other man's lower back and took hold of Mozart's head with the other, burying his fingers in the soft, silky, white hair that seemed to glow in the silvery light of the moon.

While they made out passionately, their hard bodies grew hotter as they pressed tightly together until it felt like they would melt into each other. When Jean finally pulled back taking a deep breath of air, he looked at the dazed and breathless composer's face. The burning desire in his friend's violet eyes mirrored the soldier's own state, and he pulled the other man's head back to better expose his partner's long neck then leaned in to slowly trail his tongue up the front, drawing a shuddering sigh from Mozart's lips as he tightened his hold on Jean. Jean's other hand made it's way between their bodies to grasp the hard member pressed against his own and stroked it slowly while bringing his lips to the composer's ear.

"Everything I learned that night, I want to experience with you..." he murmured in a seductive voice, having lost all sense of inhibition in his inebriated state.

After giving his friend's reddened ear a playful nip on the lobe, he made the other man sit back then moved down between Mozart's legs, getting an up close look at the thick erection pulsing strongly in his hand. Leaning in to give it a leisurely lick up the length, he swirled his tongue around the head a couple times. He then licked it from base to glans, dragging his tongue slowly up the shaft while getting a taste of the warm flesh, before sliding his tongue over the tip of the head where precum was already dripping out. It tasted salty and kind of bitter, but bearable enough for Jean to keep going as he used a combination of instinct and memory of what he witnessed between the other two soldiers to guide his actions. His lips caressed the head in a sensual kiss that he repeated down the shaft while relishing the way his teasing made Mozart squirm and groan impatiently.

"J-Jean..." Mozart growled through clenched teeth, pushing his hips forward anxiously.

Jean finally decided to grant the composer mercy and took his erection into his mouth, lowering his head on it until he couldn't fit anymore. The tip pressed into the back of his throat and the shaft pulsed against his tongue with radiating heat. He began moving his head up and down slowly, gradually getting used to the member filling his mouth. A lack of experience and skill made the act a bit difficult at first, but after a while the solider began to adapt and fell into a steady rhythm while his tongue slid smoothly along the shaft of the thick, hot dick. A low, sexy moan floated down to Jean's ears from Mozart and elicited another shudder of excitement, making his determination to pleasure the other man grow stronger. He felt Mozart's fingers slip into his hair and begin guiding his head, encouraging Jean to go faster and harder, which he obliged while resisting the urge to gag from the repeated contact with his throat. Though uncomfortable and awkward, it didn't stop the soldier's resolve to see his act through to the end.

The incredible heat engulfing his swollen erection and wet tongue pressed to the throbbing shaft drew moans and pants from Mozart as he leaned back on one hand while clutching Jean's hair with the other. He watched the head of dark purple hair bob up and down in his lap as warm, tight lips glided along the length until the head touched the back of the other man's throat. Mozart's long neglected manhood felt extra sensitive, most likely due to the lack of stimulation and satisfaction it received given his general disinterest in physical intimacy. And while Jean was inexperienced, he was doing well enough to bring the composer enough pleasure that soon the pressure in his groin was beginning to grow in intensity until he grew lightheaded. Mozart's voice rose along with the rising orgasm he felt drawing closer and closer, though he tried to hold off in order to enjoy the sensational feeling longer. He was successful only for several more moments as the ascent to orgasmic euphoria began to reach its peak and his dick pulsed wildly on the verge of blowing its load.

"Ahn... Haah..."

Mozart gasped and panted heavily until he was seized with an intense pleasure. The composer threw his head back with a cry while gripping Jean's hair, riding dizzying waves of sheer bliss which spread through his groin and made his legs tremble. Everything that had built up came out in a thick, heavy load while still buried in Jean's mouth, forcing the soldier to swallow some of it. Jean pulled up with a gasp and coughed as another couple of shots hit him in the face, splattering his eye patch and long bangs that hung over his eyes.

The salty taste coating Jean's tongue and throat made him cough as he tried to recover from being caught off guard by Mozart's sudden climax. He had been so focused on his task, he failed to realize the other man was about to come and was too late in pulling away. The hot fluid also stained his face and ran down the bridge of his nose while some dripped from his bangs.

"S-sorry..." Mozart mumbled sheepishly, feeling regret at making a mess of such an angelically beautiful face.

Jean sat back and used his arm to wipe away some of the cum while clearing his throat. "It's fine." he responded, his gaze remaining lowered.

The dimly lit room, which had been filled with sounds of moaning and gasping only moments before, suddenly became quiet as the two men fell into an awkward silence, unsure of where to go from that point. They had been caught up in their lust and arousal, but having gained some satisfaction they also regained some of their senses. Both were aware that sex between men required a different method from sex with a woman, and that if they went any further they would be crossing a point of no return.

After a few moments, Mozart cleared his throat quietly, still unable to look at Jean. "I...should probably go..." he murmured hesitantly, turning to get out of the bed.

"Wait." Jean ordered, suddenly grabbing Mozart's arm firmly.

Mozart quickly looked at the other man in surprise, meeting his intense gaze. The look in the soldier's eye made it clear that his passion was still burning strong. Not a word passed between the two men, but the message was loud and clear all the same: this night was not over yet.

Still gripping the composer's arm, Jean suddenly flung Mozart onto the bed again making him land on his back then straddled him once more, pinning the other man beneath him as he gripped his shoulders. "I told you..." Jean said with a look of determination, hovering over his stunned friend. "I want to experience it all..."

Mozart's eyes widened slightly. "Jean, do you even know what you're saying?" he asked in alarm.

The soldier didn't respond as he took hold of the other man's still stiff erection and positioned himself over it while pressing the tip to his anus. He began lowering himself on it, but as the head started to penetrate he grimaced uncomfortably and clenched his teeth as sudden pain and tight resistance made him struggle to go further. Though Mozart's dick was wet with cum and saliva, it was not going in easily, and the head barely made it in.

Before he was able to force anymore in, Mozart grabbed his hips and prevented him from proceeding. "Stop, you fool!" he insisted.

Jean frowned and settled back again with a look of defeat. "It...looked easier when Gabriel took it..." he mumbled.

"He most likely had more...experience." Mozart explained stiffly.

There was a dull ache in Jean's anus now that left him feeling some disappointment. "When I saw Frederick enter Gabriel, I thought it would have been unpleasant, maybe even unbearable." he said thoughtfully upon reminiscing. "But Gabriel looked to be in pure ecstasy. And his orgasm... I did not think a man could feel such pleasure from sex like that. I found myself feeling...curious."

Even if he had never had such thoughts before, Mozart found he could understand the other man's curiosity after witnessing such an event firsthand. He even began wondering himself what it would feel like to be inside of Jean. To have the divinely beautiful soldier moaning and gasping beneath him as he penetrated him over and over. The allure of something new and forbidden was strong, and neither man's arousal had seemed to die down yet. If Jean was so determined to take this experience all the way, who was Mozart to deny him the opportunity? The more he thought about it, the more willing the composer began to feel to comply with his friend's wishes.

Feeling his restraint beginning to fade, Mozart sat up in bed again and reached out to take hold of Jean then spun him over to lay his captivating partner on his back beneath him. Jean's head landed on the pillow and he looked up at the composer, seeming a bit startled by the sudden act. Mozart leaned over Jean on one hand while the other made its way down between the soldier's legs.

"I believe preparation is in order, much like with a woman." he explained, his long fingers gliding over the other man's testicles and toward his asshole.

Even in the pale light of the moon, Mozart could see the way Jean's face began turning red as he swallowed hard and quickly averted his eye. "Right..." the soldier murmured timidly. "I forgot how Frederick...used his fingers..."

Now that Mozart mentioned it, Jean recalled how Frederick had prepared his partner before entering him by fingering his hole until it was ready. He had been so eager to feel the sensation and pleasure Gabriel had, that the memory had slipped his mind.

He turned his gaze back to Mozart's and gave him a small nod. "I leave it to you..."

The trust in Jean's eye as he said those words stirred Mozart's heart, and the composer quickly lowered himself to bring their lips together in a passionate kiss. They continued kissing while Mozart laid his body alongside his partner and his fingers remained between Jean's legs, probing the other man's anus gently. He could feel the tight hole clenching in response to his touch, most likely because it was still sore from the earlier failed attempt. Wanting to alleviate his friend's tension and pain, Mozart separated their lips and moved over to Jean's neck, where he once again sank his fangs deeply into his partner's flesh.

The feeling of Mozart's fangs entering his neck made Jean gasp lightly, but like before the pain quickly faded and started bringing him pleasure instead. Closing his eye and laying his head back, a low groan hummed in his throat as pleasurable sensations began to thrum throughout his whole body, reaching all the way down to his lower region. The aching sting in his asshole gradually faded until all he felt was the pleasure from his partner's bite, and an arousing heat which spread through his trembling form, causing the soldier's tense muscles to relax.

As Jean's blood spilled over Mozart's tongue, he only drank lightly and fought against his vampiric urges in order to concentrate on his main goal. The temperature of his friend's skin began to rise with the growing heat of his arousal, and the other man's body relaxed enough that the twitching anus offered less resistance, allowing the composer to ease a single finger in. The soft muscles within pulsed and squeezed around his finger while it slid as deeply as it could reach. The velvety insides created an even more intense excitement within Mozart as his overwhelming desire grew with the longing to be inside of Jean as soon as possible. Removing his fangs, he licked at the bite marks trickling warm blood and moved to kiss the soldier again, slipping his blood-coated tongue into the other man's mouth while his finger worked and massaged the tight inner muscles.

The warm tongue Mozart slipped into his mouth tasted delectably sweet, and further stoked the flames of hunger and sexual desire within Jean. He sucked on it lightly while groaning, and spread his legs a little wider as the finger inside him stroked the tender muscles to create tingles of pleasure. The composer's finger twisted and massaged the tense insides, coaxing them to further loosen and relax. After a while, Mozart looked up at Jean, lust and hunger burning in the amethyst gems of his eyes.

"I'm going to add another." he informed the other man, before gently easing the second finger in.

"Mmph..." Jean arched his back, then slowly relaxed as his insides adjusted to the second digit entering him.

Once Mozart felt the tight muscles around his fingers grow less tense, he began moving and rubbing them around like before. Soft groans and sighs slipped out between Jean's parted lips, and the composer swallowed hard as his own arousal rose sharply. The need to be inside the other man was becoming overwhelming, and it was a desperate struggle to not start ravishing the provocatively tempting soldier right then and there. At the same time, he was relishing the way Jean responded to his fingers as they rubbed and played with his soft insides.

With excitement and desire growing greater by the second, Mozart removed his fingers, eliciting a groan of disappointment from Jean, and made his way between the soldier's legs once again, lifting them both and spreading them open in an M shape to expose the lewd sights of his partner's nether regions.

Jean lifted his head quickly to look down at Mozart, his face flushed with embarrassment as his shameful parts were fully bared to the composer. "M-Mozart! Don't look down there like that!"

Mozart chuckled lightly. "Weren't you the one staring at me earlier?" he asked with a small smirk.

Jean swallowed and glanced aside, murmuring under his breath. "That's because...you were so beautiful..." he admitted in a soft voice.

The heat rising in Mozart's face almost rivaled the heat in his loins. Once again, he had to resist the strong urge to penetrate Jean immediately, instead lowering himself to lie on the bed between the other man's legs and gently insert his fingers again while taking hold of the burning hot erection with the other hand. A soft, sexy moan was released with a sigh in response to the composer's long fingers entering Jean's tight hole again, and the soldier's eye fluttered closed while his head laid back on the pillow again.

As Mozart began working the twitching hole and warm insides again, he slowly stroked the throbbing dick in his hand before leaning in and sliding his tongue along the shaft with a languid lick. He flicked it off the glans and planted suckling kisses all over the hard member. A whimpering moan accompanied the teasing tongue and lips, while the excited insides squeezed Mozart's probing fingers eagerly. The tight, sucking insides slurping up his fingers made the composer's own dick ache as he continued to prepare his friend, reaching deeply and pressing around until he touched a swollen lump inside that caused Jean to gasp sharply in surprise.

As the skillful fingers of the master pianist massaged and stimulated his insides, Jean felt Mozart touch a spot within him that immediately created a jolt of pleasure inside his ass and through his groin. His hips bucked in response and Mozart quickly ceased his prodding, looking up at his friend worriedly.

"Does it hurt?" he asked in concern.

Jean groaned softly and shook his head, looking back at the other man with a clouded, misty eye. "N-no... That place...feels good. Touch me more..." he pleaded with a desperate expression of lust.

A shudder of extreme arousal shook Mozart to his core at the provocative look and voice. "Jean..." he exhaled in a breathy voice, then began focusing on that spot while taking the other man's erection into his mouth all at once.

The wet heat swallowing his dick nearly whole startled Jean, and he grasped Mozart's soft, silken hair with a low moan. The inexperienced soldier hadn't been expecting the other man to actually use his mouth on him, but the incredible sensation made Jean grateful to experience it. His manhood fit snugly in the hot mouth wrapped around it almost all the way to the base, while the soft tongue rubbed up against the solid, throbbing member. Then there was the touch within him that sent another contraction of pleasure pulsing through his groin and ass, drawing out another moan.

"Ahhn!"

The sensual voice filling his ears made Mozart want to compose a melody from the sweet sounds escaping his partner's lips, and his fingers began to press and massage the spot inside of Jean that made the tender muscles squeeze and the hot dick in his mouth twitch with excitement. The tight hole wrapped around the two fingers probing it began to gradually loosen and grow softer the more Mozart played with it, while Jean's hands holding his head guided him to go faster and harder. It took a good bit of concentration to perform oral and prepare the other man's anus at the same time, but all-consuming arousal and desperate need caused Mozart to become extremely focused. He slid his fingers in and out with a steady rhythm, while continuing to suck and slurp on the soldier's hot, pulsing manhood.

Sensations of intense pleasure accompanied the slender fingers and hot, tight mouth stimulating his most sensitive parts, and Jean couldn't help letting his voice out more freely. The more Mozart rubbed on the sweet spot inside him, the more the soldier understood what brought his old comrade such great pleasure. The discomfort and pain had all but faded away, leaving Jean enveloped in sheer ecstasy as he began moving his hips while burying his fingers deeply in Mozart's soft locks. Being pleasured in two places at once was more difficult to handle than feeling good in just one area, and Jean felt the urge to come getting closer already.

"Mozart... I'll come..." he groaned in a strained voice, writhing and struggling against the rising pleasure.

Slowing to a stop with both his fingers and mouth, Mozart slowly slid the wildly throbbing dick out and lifted his eyes to meet Jean's, lips curling into a playful, seductive smile. "Then come..."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he began rapidly pumping the wet shaft and fingering the other man's ass again, drawing a sharp cry from the soldier. The soft, hot insides began squeezing and contracting around the composer's fingers while the hard dick in his hand throbbed and twitched on the verge of climax. Jean's body squirmed and his hips bucked as he moaned and whimpered, clutching Mozart's hair more tightly while the other man repeatedly licked the dripping head of his dick.

The eroticism and thrill were more than Jean could stand, and his abdomen grew tight while his anus clenched from the building pressure in his groin and nether region. Finally, he tossed his head back with a moan as pure pleasure assaulted his senses and pulsed through his lower body in contractions, spreading through his ass and heavily ejaculating manhood. Jean's body shuddered as a thick load squirted out of his twitching erection while Mozart's hand coaxed it out to the last drop with rough jerks before slowing to a stop. The puddle of cum pooled on the soldier's firm abs while Jean's whole torso rose and fell with his heavy breaths of exertion mixed with soft groans.

The wet insides greedily swallowing Mozart's fingers made a lewd suction sound as he slowly retracted them, leaving the tight, puckering hole twitching anxiously as if in disappointment of their absence. The muscles seemed softer and more relaxed than when the composer had first started prepping Jean's ass, and the pink hole now looked enticingly inviting. Mozart's manhood was painfully hard and hot with desire as he got to his knees, stroking his thick, pulsing shaft dripping at the tip with excitement.

"Jean... I don't think I can wait any longer..." he breathed out with an almost agonized tone.

The dazed soldier opened his eye halfway to look at the stiff member in Mozart's hand, then swallowed hard before looking up to the composer. "H-hurry... Put it in me..."

The desperate, lust-filled look on such an angelic face accompanied by the seductive pleading sent Mozart's heart racing rapidly and had his dick throbbing even harder. Mozart looked down at Jean's abdomen where the soldier's cum had landed and gathered the fluid on his fingers until he had a fair amount, then began rubbing it up and down his shaft. He smeared his own precum around the head of his dick, and after sufficiently coating his manhood with his and Jean's cum, he used a little more of the semen on the tight asshole. Feeling properly prepared, Mozart moved to press the wet tip to the puckered hole awaiting his dick.

Hooking one arm beneath Jean's knee to lift it a bit, Mozart pushed the head of his dick against the entrance until it slipped in. The hole tightened for a moment then relaxed, and Mozart began sliding more in until it was gripped by the powerful suction, which began pulling his lubricated manhood in like it was hungrily swallowing it up. The composer heard Jean inhale sharply as he tensed out of reflex, then slowly exhaled with a soft groan and released his tension. Though the incredible sensation of soft, tight insides coiled around his member made him want to start railing Jean immediately, Mozart stilled his hips after entering all the way to allow his partner's inner muscles to adjust to his dick.

"S-so hot and tight..." he groaned while his body trembled lightly from the struggle of restraining himself. "Are you alright...?"

Jean's eyelid slowly opened to gaze up at Mozart with a wet, glazed eye and parted his lips to release a shuddering sigh. "It's...not like before..." he answered reassuringly. "It doesn't really feel bad, so..."

Giving a nod of understanding, Mozart hooked his other arm beneath Jean's other knee and lifted the soldier's legs while leaning forward over him, then drew his hips back a ways before burying himself inside of the other man again abruptly. Jean let out a sensual moan and squeezed Mozart's dick inside of him, compelling the composer to do it again, but harder. The soldier uttered another sexy cry in response, further fueling Mozart's arousal and eagerness as he began giving deep, rough thrusts, undulating his hips in a steady but powerful rhythm while savoring his partner's erotic reactions.

Though snug and only slightly uncomfortable at first, Jean gradually grew accustomed to the thick, stiff manhood filling him up as each thrust Mozart made created intense jolts of pleasure in his groin and ass. The spot that had been stimulated by the other man's fingers earlier was now being rubbed and pressed against by his hard dick. Jean arched his back and gripped the pillow on either side of his head, letting out moans and gasps as his toes curled while Mozart's hips began building up speed, increasing the pleasure that was growing in Jean's lower body.

"Mmn... Mozart..."

Mozart leaned into Jean a little more, his arms wrapped around the other man's thighs and pushing the soldier's hips up until they lifted off the bed a little. He huffed and panted as he drove his own hips forward repeatedly, feeling the contracting muscles gripping his dick so eagerly that it felt as though the suction was refusing to let him go each time he drew back. Though almost completely lost in euphoric pleasure, Mozart paid close attention to Jean's reactions out of concern for his friend. However, the sexy face wearing a fevered look of arousal and pleasure assured the composer that Jean was definitely not dissatisfied. Spurred by their mutual enjoyment, Mozart became more aggressive with his thrusts, causing the soldier's hips to buck with the rough movements as he plunged his dick deeper and harder into the hot, tight ass.

Jean gasped and moaned while clutching his pillow more tightly as Mozart's manhood pounded into him even more than before, sending shock waves of intense pleasure shooting through his groin and throbbing dick. The smooth rhythm and fluid movements of the lithe composer's lower body rocked the soldier with repetitive thrusts and even had the bed frame shuddering with groans and creaks from the hard rocking. It was getting more difficult to contain his voice, and Jean could feel how deeply he was blushing judging from the burning heat in his face. The thought of how shameful he must look caused Jean to lay his arm over his face and conceal it out of embarrassment.

However, Mozart leaned forward even farther while slowing down, pushing Jean's legs up higher and laying them over his shoulders. He grabbed the soldier's arm and pulled it away from his face to pin it beside the other man's head. Jean hesitantly opened his eye to look up at his partner hovering over him, meeting the composer's intense gaze.

"Don't hide your face." Mozart ordered through heavy panting. "I want to see...every beautiful, lewd expression you make...while I'm inside you..."

The provocative request made with such seductive look did little to help Jean's discomfiture and he quickly averted his gaze. However, he left his arm where it lay on the pillow, and Mozart released it to wrap his own arm around the soldier's thigh again then began thrusting in earnest once more. Jean leaned his head back with a heavy moan as the nerves and gland inside his ass were stroked and rubbed repeatedly by the thick, firm dick coaxing them to life and creating currents of exquisite pleasure. The lightheaded daze enveloping Jean's mind was greater than the one caused by the wine, and the soldier felt like he wanted to be lost in this sinful euphoria forever.

The way Jean writhed and moaned while taking him deep inside his ass thrilled Mozart in a way he never felt before. Sex had never been a priority to him, even in his previous life, but the incredible sensation he was experiencing now made the composer think he could become addicted to this amazing debauchery. The feverish look of passion on Jean's face was captivating, and the ever increasing pleasure gripping Mozart's lower body was driving away all sense and self-control. He turned his face into the other man's thigh and slid his tongue along the soft flesh damp with sweat, feeling the tight muscles trembling at its touch. He kissed and sucked on the tender area and felt the soft, tight inner muscles of Jean's ass clenching his dick eagerly in response.

Feeling the rising pressure growing in his groin, Mozart moaned harder and fell forward to plant his hands on either side of Jean's head with the other man's legs still draped over his shoulders, lifting the soldier's hips higher and curling his lower body. The composer began driving his dick into his partner's ass with greater force, feeling the snug cavern growing tighter around his swollen, throbbing member.

When Mozart hovered over him and lifted his lower body up, it felt as though he were plunging even deeper into Jean, making his ass and stomach feel full while grinding hard against his prostate to create non-stop pleasurable sensations, bringing him to the edge of his orgasm. A strong pressure greater than the last time was building in his groin, and the soldier gasped and panted while a stream of moans slipped out between his breaths the closer he got to his climax.

"Mozart... Coming...!"

The words were immediately followed by a cry of ecstasy as a burst of pleasure surging through his lower body rocked Jean's senses and sent him spiraling into an orgasmic high. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through his being while his body convulsed with the intensity of the sensation. A fountain of cum squirted from his wildly pulsing dick, splattering his already cum-covered torso. Jean arched and squirmed with gasps and moans until the impressive climax began gradually dying down then finally finished running its course, leaving him feeling drained and weak.

The clenching and spasming of inner muscles from Jean's orgasm squeezed Mozart's pulsing manhood, pushing him closer to his own peak. Slowing to a stop while gasping heavily, Mozart quickly lowered Jean's legs and lower body then grabbed the other man's narrow hips. He then turned the soldier over to put him on his knees with his ass in the air before shoving his dick back inside Jean, drawing a sweet cry from his partner. Without the burden of supporting Jean's body restricting his movements, Mozart bent forward and began thrusting with greater force and speed while the strong pressure in his groin built in intensity until he was seized with orgasmic euphoria, drawing a loud moan from his lips and a large load from his dick.

The feeling of hot cum erupting inside of him made Jean shudder with a groan at the unusual yet pleasurable feeling. The thick fluid spilled deeply within him due to hips hips being raised, spreading its heat further while it traveled until it reached his stomach. Once Mozart had finished emptying his load inside of him, he slowed to a stop then pulled his wet dick out and released Jean. Weak from his own intense orgasm, the soldier fell over on his left side while breathing heavily, his mind still dizzy and numb and his twitching asshole oozing with fresh cum. The disorienting haze he was wrapped in made Jean feel like he was floating, and he was barely aware of Mozart lying on the bed in front of him, their heads sharing the single pillow that was just large enough to fit both of them.

Mozart lay on his right side facing Jean, utterly spent and drained. He never would have thought that the best sex experience of either life would be with a man, let alone Jean D'Arc. When he opened his eyes to look at the other man's face only a few inches from his own, Jean looked as though he had already fallen asleep. His eye was closed and his expression had taken on its usual look of calm stoicism. Even now the soldier's otherworldly beauty shined in the moon's soft light as it cast a glow on the porcelain-like skin and sleek, dark hair partly covering his face. Mozart suddenly felt compelled to touch Jean, and lightly ghosted his fingers over the other man's cheek to brush some of his damp hair away.

Long lashes fluttered before Jean's eye opened part way to meet Mozart's own violet irises. The composer froze, realizing his friend hadn't actually been sleeping, and he felt a sense of awkward discomfort at being caught touching the soldier affectionately for no reason. Suddenly, Jean's eye creased with a gentle smile, and Mozart felt his heart throb and his cheeks flush at the charming expression.

Quickly pulling his hand back, the composer cleared his throat lightly while casting his gaze down. "So, h-how are you feeling? Are you hurting?" he asked, trying to break the uncomfortable silence.

Jean gave a light shake of his head, a shy smile on his lips. "No, I feel no pain at the moment. I simply feel...amazing."

The enchanting face drew the composer's eyes back to Jean, and he smiled with a quiet sigh of relief. "I'm glad, then." he murmured, feeling grateful that the unintended - yet sexually fulfilling - night of passion had been worth it.

The blissful state encompassing Jean's mind and entire being finally helped him understand on a personal level what he had witnessed between his two men that night. The intoxicating pleasure and lust was better than anything he could have imagined, especially when he achieved climax from Mozart penetrating him. He could still feel the sensation of the other man inside of him, warmth of the hot fluid still nestled within his anal cavern and belly. Despite how incredible it was, however, Jean was certain he would have never done this with anyone other than Mozart. Nor without the assistance of alcohol.

But what of the future? They were drunk and under desire's spell this night, but how would they feel in the morning? How would Mozart feel? Would this be the first and only time Jean would get to experience an erotic night of breathtaking passion and sublime pleasure? If that was the case then...

Just once wasn't enough.

Mozart had finally relaxed and caught his breath, and though his manhood had settled down, he could still feel the lingering sensation of Jean's insides enveloping his now softening penis, as though it had imprinted the memory of those incredible, tight muscles clinging so desperately to his dick. The composer had to struggle to push the thoughts down before excitement got the better of him yet again.

Without warning, Mozart suddenly felt himself being pushed over onto his back and straddled yet again. His violet eyes snapped open in bewilderment to look up at Jean, who was sitting on his groin and gazing down on him with a desperate look that made the composer's heart leap.

"Jean, what are you-?"

"Once more..." the soldier's voice verged on pleading. "It...wasn't enough..."

Although Mozart was ready to object, he looked into Jean's desire-filled face and dark eye clouded with longing and need. The weight of the other man's body was pressing into the composer's lap, and he could feel the hot ball sack and half hard manhood touching his own. The heat building from the contact in his lower body built in his core as well, and soon the embers which had started to cool began to come alive with flames again.

The beautiful heretic was simply too difficult to resist.

Jean had already started to calm before deciding to initiate a second round, but his indecent parts touching Mozart's was beginning to stir up his excitement once again. His hips seemed to move on their own as he started to rub their genitals together, feeling both of their dicks beginning to liven up again. He then began running his nether region along the length of the other man's member, managing to smear the cum leaking from his anus as he moved and increased the pressure.

"Can...I...?" he asked timidly, his expression and tone practically begging.

The provocative, sensual expression Jean wore while grinding into his groin sent Mozart's head spinning with a sharp rise of arousal. A shiver of excitement shot down his spine and throbbed in his now fully revived erection. How was he supposed to turn down such a seductive request as that? The other man probably didn't even realize how incredibly sexy he looked right now. Frowning in embarrassment, Mozart averted his eyes while trying to maintain his composure, feeling a strong urge to throw the other man down and take him again already.

"I am...not opposed to it, or anything..." he finally answered back.

Receiving the answer he was hoping for, Jean lifted himself and held Mozart's dick so it was pressed against his asshole again. When he lowered himself onto the head, the soldier felt less resistance than the first time the other man had entered him and slipped the top half into his tight hole more easily. He let out a shuddering breath while slowly lowering himself onto the thick, solid rod, feeling the leaking cum filling his insides making it less difficult than before.

"It's...going in..." Jean breathed out.

Mozart gulped hard while staring at the erotic sight before him, his manhood throbbing wildly with his racing heartbeat. He could see everything as Jean's asshole swallowed his swollen dick eagerly, while cum squeezed out to drip down the shaft the further it went until it was completely inside. The inner muscles squeezed his dick while Jean's own sexual excitement showed in the throbbing and twitching of his stiff member. A sweet groan of pleasure slipped through the soldier's lips and his body shuddered as he began slowly rocking his hips to move Mozart's dick about inside of him.

The composer grasped the other man's firm thighs and gripped them while resisting the strong urge to immediately start thrusting upward into the snug, hot ass. It was somewhat difficult to continue restraining himself from taking action, but at the same time he wanted to witness the provocative scene of a lustful Jean taking the lead himself.

Jean slowly gyrated and dipped his hips with light moans and pants as he stirred up his insides while grinding into Mozart's crotch in the pursuit of pleasure. It was easier to move himself this way and make the hard dick hit and rub his sweet spot just right, creating contracting waves of pleasure that pulsed through his groin and lower areas. As great as it felt before when Mozart was in control, this method allowed him to explore and discover even more stimulating feelings as he continued to undulate his lower body to thoroughly stroke and massage his inner cavern.

Mozart breathed deeply while deep moans hummed in his throat as he watched his partner's erotic behavior eagerly. The feeling of his dick being squeezed and stirred around inside the soft, wet inner muscles felt as incredible as Jean looked while doing it. The other man's face was an alluring expression of highly aroused and consumed with pleasure, his flushed, pale skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat in the moonlight. The soldier's erect, throbbing member was already dripping at the head, and his sexy voice growing in intensity as his pleasure began to heighten. As much as Mozart felt like coming just by watching his immensely sexy partner, he didn't want this moment to end just yet. Burying the urge to achieve his climax already, Mozart gave full control of this round over to the other man and allowed Jean to enjoy himself as he pleased.

Tilting his head back with a sensual moan drifting from his lips, Jean rotated and moved his hips in order to cause Mozart's dick to repeatedly scrape against his prostate, sending tremors of pleasure coursing through his tender insides. He felt full up to his stomach with the thick member buried within him, and his inner muscles were pulsing as every nerve seemed to awaken from all the stimulation. Pleasure throbbed throughout Jean's whole body as he started to become more aggressive with his movements, his moans and gasps flowing out in a steady stream. Though his mind was becoming numb and his senses slipping from sexual excitement, he was aware of Mozart's voice as the other man spoke up, drawing his attention back to his friend.

"Mm, Jean..." the composer exhaled the soldier's name with a light groan. "If only you could see...how amazing you look right now..."

The lurid comment momentarily distracted the highly aroused man and Jean felt his face burning up, causing him to once again shield his face with his arm. "D-don't say such strange things...!" he blurted out.

Although, it was embarrassing to hear that, Jean had an idea of what Mozart meant - because the composer looked so completely alluring and sexy to Jean right now. His entrancing partner's cheeks had a soft rosy glow to them, while white locks of hair clung to his damp skin. His eyes were misty and quivering, and the lovely purple orbs stared up at Jean with a lustful gaze full of desire. The sight of the disheveled, attractive composer made the soldier even more excited, and Mozart suddenly let out a gasp, his back arching and his grip on Jean's thighs suddenly growing tighter.

Startled by the sudden reaction, Jean lowered his arm quickly. "W-what? What happened?" he asked in surprised confusion.

Mozart closed his eyes while a groan hummed in his throat. "You...tightened up all of a sudden... It felt so good." he answered before opening his eyes again.

His expression changed into a gentle smile, though he still looked highly aroused. "It already feels wonderful inside of you... So hot and soft..." he murmured breathlessly. "But when you squeeze me like that, it feels heavenly. I feel like I'll lose control and come inside you right away..."

Jean's eye widened as his already heightened excitement suddenly shot higher and he gasped before uttering a small cry while shuddering. The soldier's already dripping dick suddenly started leaking more excessively until a thick, heavy stream of cum was spilling out and running down the entire length of his twitching manhood.

The bewildered composer stared up at Jean as the other man quivered with light groans. "Did... Did you...?"

Even more embarrassed than before, Jean put a hand over his face. "I...c-came a little..." he admitted sheepishly.

Mozart's strained ability to hold himself back was immediately lost, and he pushed himself up quickly to grab his sexy, adorable partner. Wrapping one arm around Jean's lower back and clutching the hair at the back of his head with the other hand, Mozart pressed a hard, passionate kiss to the soldier's lips.

After a few seconds, he pulled back and gazed into the soldier's eye. "I'm at my limit, Jean. I can't wait anymore..."

Sharing that sentiment wholeheartedly, Jean nodded and put his arms around Mozart's shoulders, then began moving his lower body once again, lifting and dipping his hips in a steady rhythm. The smooth movements soon had both men moaning and panting heavily as they eagerly sought greater pleasure in each other. Their faces came together and their tongues met to rub and lick each other while their lips connected for a deep kiss. Muffled moans of ecstasy and wet slurping sounds filled the air as Jean began riding Mozart harder, grinding the hard, thick member inside of him while growing dizzy from the intoxicating kiss and pleasure assaulting his senses.

The hand Mozart had on Jean's lower back moved down to stroke and grope the soldier's ass cheek, causing it to tense in response to its touch. When Jean leaned his head back with a gasp for air and let out a low groan, Mozart took the chance to plant a series of kisses on the other man's long, slender neck. Trailing the kisses further down to Jean's collar bone then chest, he leaned his partner back to better expose his broad chest and started licking and suckling a stiff nipple. The act resulted in delectable moans and sighs as Jean's hole once again tightened with his excitement.

The continuous rubbing inside of his anal cavity as his waist went wild with its movements was driving Jean crazy with the overwhelming thrill he felt. Mozart's tongue and lips teased his tender nipple, creating pleasurable tingles that gave him shivers. While leaning back with the other man at his chest, he gripped the composer's shoulders while his repeated thrusts caused his own wet erection to rub and stroke against his partner's stomach. When Mozart gave his nipple a playful nip, Jean let out a gasp and tensed, causing his asshole and inner muscles to squeeze the composer even more tightly and drawing a shuddering moan from the other man. Between the repeated blows to his prostate, the stimulating stroking of his insides, and friction from his dick rubbing against his partner's abdomen, Jean felt himself rising higher and higher into heavenly ecstasy.

Tracing his tongue around the pink flesh of Jean's nipple, Mozart flicked and licked it before sucking on it lightly, drawing another whimpering groan from his partner. The composer had no idea a man could be so sensitive in that area, and enjoyed the way it made the soldier tense and tighten around his hard dick. He moved over to the other nipple to drag his tongue over that one then began poking it with the tip, flicking his tongue side to side before closing his lips on it. With Jean doing most of the work this time, Mozart was more able to focus on enjoying and pleasing his partner's body. The normally stoic and quiet soldier was now making seductive, lust-filled expressions while moaning in the most provocative, sensual voice, and the composer simply couldn't get enough of it.

The pleasing sensations and lewd wet sounds from Mozart teasing his nipples, combined with the rough pounding inside his ass, were taking Jean to new heights of excitement and drowning him in pleasure. A sudden firm squeeze on his buttocks caused the soldier to gasp and jolt in surprise as Mozart groped and rubbed the soldier's toned backside.

"Incredible..." Mozart sighed in a breathless voice. "Every time you get surprised you grip me even harder. It feels great..."

The sexy, honey-dipped voice of his partner making such lewd comments sent a shudder through Jean's body. Driven by overwhelming desire, he began riding Mozart harder in earnest, abandoning himself to the mind-numbing pleasure. The soldier's body rose and fell with a hard, swift pace, the wet, slapping noises created by the action barely able to match the volume of the two men's voices as they moaned and gasped loudly. Jean wrapped his arms tightly around Mozart and gripped the other man, pressing their hard bodies together and causing his manhood trapped between them to slide along his partner's hot flesh. Burying his face in the crook of Mozart's neck, Jean's intense thirst and hunger for the desirable composer rose sharply while he climbed higher and higher toward his climax. Once again he bore his fangs and bit down into the other man's shoulder, drawing a sharp cry from Mozart.

The sudden bite caught Mozart off guard, but the exquisite pleasure following the sharp pain radiated through his entire being and had him moaning breathlessly in Jean's ear. He crossed his legs and held the soldier in his lap, still squeezing his ass while his partner wrapped his own legs around Mozart's hips and continued with the aggressive, powerful thrusting. The hot tongue lapping at his sensitive flesh while the soldier drank his blood, and soft, tight inner muscles sucking on his dick felt so much more intense and pleasurable from the intimate bite that Mozart couldn't hold back anymore. Gasping and moaning harder, the composer held Jean tightly while pressing his face against the side of the other man's head.

"Jean... Jean...!"

The pressure that had been building in his groin erupted like a dam breaking open while Mozart's voice followed suit, along with a stream of hot, thick cum further filling Jean's insides until it was spurting out the tight hole and coating his dick. The powerful waves coursing through the composer's body made him gasp and moan as he rode them to a state of pure euphoria.

Before he could even begin to come down, Jean shoved Mozart onto his back once again and looked down on his startled partner, his deep purple eye hollow and filled with a look of bestial hunger and lust. A crimson trail of blood trailed down the soldier's chin and he used his thumb to gather it up before slipping his tongue out to lap up the red substance.

"Everything of yours that enters me...fills me with so much satisfaction..." he murmured in a deep, lusty voice while holding Mozart's gaze.

It was as if the other man had slipped into the state of an intoxicated predator once again from being fed by the composer's fluids at both ends, and the incredibly hot switch in behavior made Mozart gulp with an aroused shiver. While topping the composer and holding him down, Jean began roughly driving his hips with powerful thrusts, the soft, wet inner muscles quivering and stroking Mozart's sensitive manhood as he squirmed and groaned, waiting for his partner to finally achieve his own climax.

Jean's mind was numb and heavy, enveloped in a cloud of exhilaration and uncontrollable lust. The delectable nectar of Mozart's blood on his tongue and hot, juicy cum filling his overflowing insides heightened his sexual arousal until all the soldier could think about was sating his body's desperate needs. Gripping his partner's shoulders and leaning heavily into him, Jean continued aggressively thrusting his hips without restraint, his voice flowing freely from his lips with moans of ecstasy. Even as the other man squirmed and groaned in discomfort beneath him, Jean continued to pleasure himself on the composer's sensitive manhood, having lost all sense of control and thought as he rose higher and higher with the climbing pleasure.

"Mozart..." he groaned in a raspy, breathless voice. "If this rapture is a sin... Then I would commit it with you willingly...for the rest of my unnatural...existence!"

Reaching the realm of orgasmic paradise, Jean tossed his head back with a stream of moans as contractions of intense pleasure traveled through his lower body and made his muscles tighten and quiver with the overwhelming sensation. Cum squirted from his jumping, twitching dick and pelted Mozart's torso with the thick, white fluid until it spilled every last drop. The high brought on by the massive climax made him feel as though he'd reached the height of the heavens themselves. Jean arched his back and gasped repeatedly as his mind was seized with a disorienting sense of dizziness. It was a feeling like a rapid descent - like an angel fallen from grace plummeting from Heaven.

Weak and barely able to maintain consciousness after the draining experience, Jean's arms finally gave out and he dropped on top of Mozart, eliciting a grunt from the other man upon impact. The composer's relieved dick grew soft inside of Jean until it slowly slid out of the tight asshole with a wet, slurping sound, both the puckered anus and the limp member coated and dripping with cum.

Spent and breathless beneath his friend, Mozart managed to coax the borderline unconscious man to slide off him and lie on his side next to him. Almost immediately, Jean seemed to lose to his exhaustion and drifted off to sleep, leaving Mozart alone as clarity and reason gradually began returning to him, along with the reality of the situation.

"What...did we just do...?" he mumbled quietly to himself, placing a hand over his face.

In the quiet dimness of the room, Mozart was finally able to think clearly again now that the blood flow had returned to his brain. He had just had sex with another man. With Jean. And it had probably been one of the most incredible things he'd experienced in either life. The erotic expressions, that alluring body and sexy voice... Everything about Jean had been so incredibly provocative and arousing. Especially those soft, tight insides that made Mozart feel as though his manhood would melt in their hot embrace. Just like before, he could still feel the sensations of those twitching, wet inner muscles wrapped tightly around his member, as though he were still inside of Jean...

Realizing just how embarrassing those dirty thoughts were, Mozart removed his hand from his face and stared up at the ceiling as his face flushed deeply. How could he even think of his own friend in such a perverted manner? In fact, how could he even look at the other man the same way again? The pure Saint of Orleans had been dirtied by Mozart himself. Made filthy inside and out and corrupted with sordid acts of debauchery. Guilt and shame weighed heavily upon the composer and he felt like crawling into a hole and disappearing.

Settling for simply hiding beneath the duvet folded back at the foot of the bed, Mozart pulled the cover over both himself and Jean, lying on his side to face the sleeping soldier. Their heads were so close that their noses nearly touched when Mozart turned toward the other man, and his violet eyes wandered the elegant features of his ethereally handsome friend.

The gentle, relaxed expression Jean wore as he slept was so peaceful that it made Mozart feel a little more at ease. It was nice to see something other than that stoic, listless look the soldier always wore when he was awake.

Then the last expression Jean had made before his climax came to Mozart's mind, and the words he had said echoed in the composer's head:

"If this rapture is a sin, then I would commit it with you willingly for the rest of my unnatural existence..."

The uncharacteristic words spoken in the heat of the moment brought a wave of conflicting emotions to Mozart's mind. The soldier had been drunk on wine and pleasure, and could not have meant such a declaration. They were close companions and blood brothers traveling the same path on this 'taste of eternity' which le Comte had granted them, but they were definitely not lovers nor 'in love'. Somehow, he doubted Jean would even accept such a relationship, despite the claim. Once the other man woke up with his senses returned and his mind clear again, he'd resume the sad state of living with the belief that he deserved punishment for his sins - for being a monster. It wouldn't surprise Mozart if Jean convinced himself that he was undeserving of something that could bring him any sort of ease or comfort in his lonely existence.

For some reason, the thought brought the composer a great sense of sorrow.

Mozart himself lived only to compose, and nothing else mattered. He didn't mind being alone because he didn't find companionship necessary. Continuing his career as a composer was his entire reason for coming back to life, even at the cost of his humanity. As long as he could make new music, he didn't need anything else. But for the first time since starting this new life, that being the only reason for his existence suddenly felt so empty.

Slowly reaching toward Jean, Mozart gently settled his hand on the soldier's cheek, careful not to wake him. The flesh beneath his palm and fingers felt warm and comforting. To his surprise, it made Mozart want to embrace his companion and hold him while he slept, allowing him to feel the warmth of his entire being. A sudden clenching feeling in his breast caught the composer by surprise as his heart suddenly throbbed painfully. The hand rested on Jean's face twitched in response and Mozart quickly removed it.

"When we wake tomorrow...this will all have been nothing more than a dream..." he whispered softly in the dark.

Continuing to watch the peacefully sleeping man lying before him, Mozart couldn't help wondering why that thought caused his chest to ache so.

Bright sunlight pierced his closed eyelids and roused his numb, heavy mind from deep slumber. Rolling onto his back with a groan while his eyes slowly opened, Mozart instantly winced at the light that seemed to come from the ceiling above him and stung his still adjusting eyes. Since when did the ceiling produce so much light?

It took a few seconds for Mozart to realize he was staring at an unfamiliar ceiling containing a window before recognizing he was in Jean's bedroom. Muddled memories of the night before began flooding his hazy mind, along with a sharp rise of awareness as his brain fully awakened. Pain assaulted his senses then, throbbing in his head, back, hips, and lower body.

Shock and dread joined in with the aches as Mozart quickly turned his head to look at the slumbering Jean lying beside him. The other man was still on his side facing Mozart and seemed to be sleeping deeply. He was most likely exhausted due to the heavy drinking and even heavier physical activity from the night before.

Starting to feel a bit of panic and the urge to flee, Mozart lifted the cover a bit and began to sit up slowly so as not to disturb Jean, but was halted by the feeling of something weighted on his chest. Lying back and pulling the cover up a little higher to glance underneath it, he saw Jean's arm laid across him. When the composer tried to move out from beneath it, the arm seemed to tighten its grip, as though trying to pull him nearer. Gulping hard while blushing, Mozart slowly and gently tried to lift the other man's arm to free himself and continue his escape.

A soft sigh escaped Jeans lips and his eyelid twitched before opening slowly to look directly into Mozart's eyes. The composer immediately froze, and for a moment the two men simply stared at each other in silence. Jean's face was a blank slate as he lay motionless while gazing at Mozart as though his brain hadn't fully awakened yet, and he was not yet able to process the situation.

"Mozart... Why are you in my bed...?" he finally asked in a sleepy, deadpan voice.

There was a pause of uncertainty from Mozart before he responded. "You...don't remember last night...?" he asked, though he shouldn't have found it so surprising considering how drunk the other man had been.

The blank look on Jean's face slowly changed from confusion, to contemplation, then finally, realization.

The gradually awakening soldier regarded his and Mozart's close proximity in bed, his arm laid across the other man's chest, their disheveled state, and finally their naked bodies beneath the duvet - so close together that he could feel the heat from his friend's bare skin nearly touching his. Panic surged forth like a tidal wave and Jean shot upright in bed only to instantly regret it as his entire body screamed in painful protest. Everywhere seemed to be aching, from his pounding head, down his tense back to his heavy hips, and most of all, his throbbing ass. Not even the most intense sparring session with Napoleon could cause this much soreness.

As Jean winced and hissed sharply, rubbing his lower back as if in attempt to soothe the pain away, Mozart pushed his own aching body into a sitting position with a grunt of effort then absentmindedly placed a hand on the other man's head and rubbed it gently. "That is normal for the morning after. You will grow more accustomed to it over time-"

Suddenly realizing what he was saying and doing, Mozart quickly froze, his hand still rested on his friend's head. Jean's hair hung to cover the top half of his face and conceal his expression, but it couldn't hide the deep flush coloring his fair skin. Jean swallowed hard before slowly turning his face to look at the composer.

"Then... Will you...continue to teach me...?" he asked bashfully, his dark eye wavering as it gazed into Mozart's own amethyst eyes.

They were both completely sober now. Badly hungover, but sober. Alcohol was no longer inhibiting their sense of better judgement or clouding their minds. However, as Mozart stared into Jean's eye full of longing and hope and processed the question spoken with those soft, quivering lips, the composer couldn't bring himself to use reason to turn the soldier down.

"I-if...you would have me..." he answered softly, his hand slowly sliding down Jean's hair to caress the other man's cheek.

Turning into Mozart's palm to nuzzle it lightly, Jean closed his eye and placed his own hand on top the composer's. "You are the only one I would..." he responded, a small smile on his lips.

The soft hair and warm skin pressed into his palm and sweet expression on Jean's face had Mozart's heart racing. Though it hurt to move, the composer quickly closed the distance between them to kiss that gentle smile. The soldier quickly reciprocated and their lips melted together in a deep, languid kiss. When they separated briefly, Jean's face was red and feverish-looking, and his glazed eye stared at the composer with a look of lust and desire. The mixed expression of daze and arousal accompanied by the soft sigh of his name whispered by that deep, sensuous voice soon drove all thought of pain from Mozart's mind and he attacked Jean's lips again with a more passionate kiss.

Despite his body's agony, Jean did not protest the kiss and instead reached for Mozart with both arms to pull the other man down as he fell back with his partner. Mozart's body pressed into the side of Jean's as he leaned over the soldier while kissing him deeply, reaching over to caress Jean's cheek again and stroke it lightly with his thumb. Tongues met between their lips to lick and dance with each other, while soft, muffled groans joined the chorus of wet kissing and breathless pants. It wasn't long before a different kind of ache began pulsing in Jean's body as heat and desire filled his nether regions. Even his insides, which had been thoroughly worked over the night before, were throbbing with desperate longing to have Mozart inside them again.

Mozart's hand on Jean's cheek began slowly trailing down his neck, over his collar bone, and moved to brush over a sensitive nipple, causing the soldier to inhale sharply through his nose. The tender flesh felt swollen an puffy from the amount of stimulation it had received the night before, and teasing it caused it to perk up at Mozart's playful touch. Continuing the wandering hand's journey, the composer then slid his fingers all the way down his partner's torso then slipped beneath the duvet to meet the soldier's already stiff manhood. When Mozart grasped the solid, pulsing shaft, Jean's hips bucked while a deep moan vibrated in his throat. Mozart rubbed his thumb on the glans then massaged the tip, prompting it to start leaking with precum and smearing the fluid around.

The two men separated to gasp and pant after their heavy make out session, and another moan slipped forth from Jean's parted lips as the composer continued to play with his manhood. His partner's excitement inflamed Mozart's desire and he pressed his own erection into Jean's thigh, rubbing and grinding against it eagerly. The composer pumped the hard dick in his hand a few times before releasing it to quickly whip the cover off of them and expose their naked bodies once more. He then reached down beneath his partner's genitals until his fingers found the puckered anus he had experienced pure ecstasy in the night before. Jean jolted in surprise, but once again didn't object as Mozart began to gently massage the hole with the pad of his middle finger.

"It feels swollen," he remarked, a feeling of guilt filling his chest. "Perhaps we shouldn't after all..."

Jean suddenly took hold of Mozart's cheek and looked deeply into his eyes. "No, I want it." he said with a tone of conviction. "Last night I was impaired by alcohol and bloodlust. Now I want to experience you inside of me while my mind is clear..."

The composer swallowed hard, feeling a shiver of excitement traveling down his spine. "I'll be gentle." he promised with a nod.

Easing a single finger in, Mozart slowly slid the digit deep inside of Jean, feeling the hot insides tense in response to the probing. As he began rubbing his finger around, he immediately felt the cum from last night and started stirring it up to get the soldier's anal cavity good and wet. When he slowly added a second finger, the hole widened a bit more, causing some of the semen to start leaking out as he gently churned and pumped the fingers. A soft, whimpering moan rose in Jean's throat in response to Mozart's fingers playing with the hot, juicy insides, and the composer licked his lips as his arousal sharpened.

"It's still in here..." he half-whispered into Jean's ear in an amorous voice. "What I spilled inside of you last night. Can you feel it?"

As Mozart's fingers worked his trembling insides, Jean shuddered with excitement at the perverted murmuring in his ear. Tingling pleasure began driving away the sting of pain, and soon had him feeling lightheaded. Wet sucking noises began drifting up from between Jean's legs while Mozart fingered him, and the soldier blushed deeply at the shameful, lewd sounds.

Twisting and spreading his fingers around to soften the tight muscles, the composer touched his forehead to the side of Jean's head and brushed his lips over the soldier's ear.

"Do you hear it?" Mozart questioned with a sensual tone. "Your hole is dripping with my cum, and your soft insides are opening up as if they're inviting me in..."

Jean's entire body trembled and he let out a moan as the pleasure in his ass seemed to heighten along with his arousal. He thought he was feeling good already, but a sudden press on the sweet spot deep within him made him gasp from the sharp jolt of pleasure it created. "Ahn!"

Finding the gland that had brought his partner so much pleasure before, Mozart began touching and rubbing the swollen lump in earnest. Each time he pressed it, it seemed to cause more cum to leak from the soldier's twitching dick and drew another soft moan from Jean. Feeling himself growing more and more impatient, Mozart rubbed and thrust his own hot, hard manhood against the soldier's firm thigh while delighting in the sexy reactions he created in the other man.

After a few moments, the moaning, panting Jean suddenly grasped Mozart's wrist and looked at the composer with a flushed, pleading face. "Enough, I can't take it..." the soldier whimpered while groaning. "I want you inside me."

Adrenaline and sexual thrill drove away all sense of pain as Mozart quickly removed his wet fingers then slid on top of Jean, their groins pressed tightly together while he hovered over the soldier.

"Are you certain?" he asked, feeling a combination of desire as well as concern for the other man's body.

Jean reached up to wrap his arms around Mozart's back, his wet eye trembling as he nodded. Unable to resist their mutual burning lust for each other, the composer wasted no more time with words and moved to position himself for the twitching asshole, then pushed his hips forward to enter the anxiously awaiting anus. Once the head was in, the rest of his erection began sliding easily into the cum-filled insides until it was seized by the suction that eagerly pulled him all the way in.

Both men let out noises of pleasure as their bodies joined at the waist, the swelling endorphins making them forget about the pain in their hips and backs as the composer drew back then pushed forward again with a deep thrust.

The jolt of pleasure from his partner's penetrating manhood drew a sharp moan from Jean and his arms tightened around Mozart, pulling him down to press their bodies together more tightly. The other man rested his forehead against Jean's with their faces inches apart, huffing and panting as he began rocking his hips to dig and strike deeply inside of the soldier in a slow, rough rhythm. Jean groaned and gasped with each thrust as currents of pleasure seemed to travel from his groin straight to his brain every time Mozart's dick struck his sweet spot.

After a short while, Jean opened his eye to gaze up at his partner. "More... H-harder..." he begged in desperation. "Make a mess out of me..."

Eager to oblige the highly arousing, tempting request, Mozart began getting more aggressive with his thrusting while increasing the speed. Jean let out an intense moan and gripped the composer's waist harder with his thighs while his tight, hot insides gripped Mozart's dick with equal eagerness. Mozart shuddered and groaned breathlessly then wrapped his arms beneath Jean's lower back to raise the other man's hips a bit higher and began driving into the tight ass with a little more force. Burying his face in the crook of Jean's neck, Mozart panted and gasped as his entire body rocked with each thrust, causing the soldier's lower body to buck and jerk while rubbing the hard, wet dick tightly sandwiched between them against their stomachs.

Each thrust of Mozart's manhood inside of him brought constant waves of pleasure in Jean's nether regions that spread through his entire being all the way to his head, making his racing mind go numb with overwhelming excitement. The repeated stroking of his tender inner muscles by that thick, solid dick was pushing the soldier higher and higher toward orgasmic pleasure. Soon the volume of Jean's voice was beginning to grow beyond his control and he pressed his face against the composer's neck in an attempt to muffle himself, still able to remember the fact that the other residents of the manor should be awakening by now. His and Mozart's moans, gasps and heavy pants combined in an erotic symphony which began to rise in intensity the closer they got to their desperately desired climaxes. The strong currents in his groin and ass were gradually pushing him over the edge with each slam of the composer's powerful thrusts, while his own dick being squeezed and rubbed between their firm bodies leaked more heavily with the approaching climax.

"Mo...zart..." Jean moaned in the composer's ear. "Co...ming..."

"Me too..." Mozart panted. "Together..."

Breathless moans, skin slapping skin, and wet slurping sounds began to fill the air more loudly as their lovemaking grew in intensity with their nearing orgasms. Jean's arms and legs wrapped tightly around Mozart's body and he clung to his partner, gasping and crying out until a burst of orgasmic pleasure rocked his senses, causing his toes to curl and his nails to bite into the composer's skin, leaving behind ten crimson trails in the fair flesh.

Mozart was close behind Jean with his own climax and gave a few more rough thrusts before burying himself as deeply inside Jean as he could with a loud moan of passion as another load of hot cum was unleashed inside the already full cavern. The tight, twitching asshole and wildly contracting inner muscles squeezed and massaged his throbbing dick until every last drop was milked out.

"So hot..." Jean groaned, still tightly hugging his partner. "It gets so hot when you come inside of me... "

"Do you dislike it...?" Mozart asked breathlessly.

Jean lightly shook his head with his eye closed. "It feels...wonderful..."

Blushing deeply at that rather sexy statement, Mozart slowly pulled his softening dick out of Jean's anus with a wet suction noise, causing a flood of cum to spill out of the puckered hole in its wake. With his strength and energy spent, Mozart went lax on top of Jean and the two men lay panting softly in the silence following the end of their passionate session.

Basking in the glow of the morning sun shining through the windows, the two men floated in the high of euphoric bliss while resting and recovering within each other's embrace.

Epilogue

A short while later after calming down and regaining their senses, the two men began the painful process of dressing themselves in awkward, embarrassed silence. They had once again been swept up in the throes of passion and made the mistake of pushing their already sore bodies. Mozart suppressed a groan while donning his coat then tugged on the lapels and tried to smooth out the wrinkles. He did his best to make himself look as presentable as possible in clothes that had spent the night crumpled up on the floor, while Jean changed into something new.

The couple had agreed upon a quick trip to the thermae - hopefully in secret - for a much needed bath and soothing soak before joining the rest of their housemates for breakfast. After they finished dressing themselves, Mozart and Jean began their walk of shame down the hall together, praying they didn't run into anyone on the way.

Despite their silent pleas, however, after walking a short ways down the long hall, a door behind them opened and both men turned to look back. Sir Isaac Newton stepped out of his bedroom rubbing his eye sleepily and letting out a long yawn while starting to walk in their direction. The groggy scientist froze upon seeing the two men, and his sleep deprived-looking face turned bright red while his pink eyes grew wide in embarrassed shock. The shy, flustered vampire quickly averted his eyes, as though he was unable to even look at the other two men.

"Ah, uh, M-Mozart, Jean," he stammered, fidgeting nervously. "G-good morning."

The soldier and composer stiffened anxiously and offered their own greetings, not having to think very hard on the cause of Isaac's discomfort. The other man then quickly excused himself and beat a hasty retreat down the hallway. Mozart sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, his already throbbing head aching even more now. The two men began their trek once again only to stop after a couple more rooms when another door opened ahead of them.

Napoleon Bonaparte emerged from his own room, a few hours earlier than he would normally wake, and trudged forth with his eyes still closed, looking barely conscious. It was as if something had disturbed the usually heavy sleeper's slumber far too early for his normal sleep cycle. Jean's fellow French soldier clumsily made his way across the hallway.

And smacked straight into the adjacent wall.

Napoleon stumbled back a couple of steps, his eyes still closed. "Pardon Moi..." he mumbled sleepily, and turned to walk down the hall.

In the wrong direction.

With a quiet sigh, Jean approached Napoleon, took him by the shoulders, spun him in the right direction, then gave the other man a couple pats on the back to send him on his way.

After dealing with their half-asleep companion, both men resumed their journey toward the end of the hall. The final door before the stairs suddenly opened and this time Arthur exited wearing his glasses and stretching his arms above his head with a groan. It appeared as though he had been up all night writing again, a frequent habit of the mystery novelist.

Noticing the other two men's presence, a big smile spread across his face, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Morning, chaps!" he greeted cheerily. "Looking a bit worn out today. Could it be you had a busy night?" he asked, his friendly smile turning into a mischievous grin.

Mozart glared heatedly at the author, his clenched fists trembling. "You... This is your fault, you shameful, indecent sex addict!" he accused sharply.

Arthur grabbed his chest as though wounded and looked at them with an expression of shock. "Why, I have no idea what you mean!" he exclaimed, feigning being hurt. "I'd never take advantage of a couple of dear friends and use them as inspiration for a little saucy story material!"

Finding Arthur's prank less than amusing and further angered by his obvious sarcasm, Jean drew the sword at his hip, a deep scowl on his handsome face. "Mozart, hold him for me." the soldier requested with a hard edge to his voice.

Mozart took a step forward, his own face mirroring Jean's angered scowl. "Gladly."

Realizing things had suddenly taken a turn on him and that his very being was now in danger, Arthur's face instantly fell and all merriment was lost, replaced with a genuine look of worry. "Wha-? N-now wait a second, lads..." he pleaded nervously, holding his hands up defensively while slowly backing away. "L-let's not be hasty! It was just a little joke! Some harmless antics, yeah? No need for violence!"

Unfazed by the author's words, Jean and Mozart continued their approach until Arthur spun around with a panicked yelp and made a mad dash down the hall with the soldier and composer charging right behind him. He practically flew down the stairs, leaping over a napping Leonardo Da Vinci curled up at the bottom, plowed in between Vincent and Theodorus van Gogh, who were walking together side by side, and startled Osamu Dazai while he was climbing through one of the front windows, causing him to fall back out in surprise.

Bursting through the front door, Arthur sped past the front garden where Le Comte de Saint-Germain sat in a gazebo reading the newspaper while Sebastian poured him a cup of coffee.

"Can't you guys take a joke?!" Arthur shouted over his shoulder.

"Face judgement and accept your punishment like a man!" Jean responded with his sword held in the air.

"You've had this coming, you raunchy pest!" Mozart added from the soldier's side.

Not even looking up from his paper, le Comte turned a page while addressing Sebastian. "Did you hear something, Sebas?" he asked casually.

Sebastian finished fixing le Comte's coffee and offered the cup to him. "It appears Herr Mozart and Monsieur D'Arc are attempting to kill Sir Arthur, Comte." the butler answered calmly.

Reaching over to take his cup of coffee, le Comte let out a content sigh. "It's nice to see the residents so lively in the morning." he commented happily before taking a sip.

Meanwhile, as Arthur continued fleeing for his life with his persistent pursuers not far behind, the unfortunate author couldn't help thinking...

Sometimes, these pranks of his really backfired on him.

The End

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The ending was of kind of poorer quality than I would have liked, but I was totes drawing a blank on how else to end it. Hopefully you enjoyed the story, and as always, thanks for reading! ^_^ Kudos/comments much appreciated but totally optional!