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Nathaniel enters the bedroom with a towel in hand as he carefully dries his hair. He ignores Micah's presence for the moment, fetching a pair of jogging shorts from a drawer and slipping them on before picking up a comb and bottle of leave-in conditioner.

He sits on the bed, hair swept over his shoulder, and opens the bottle, squeezing some into his palm and working it his damp hair. Staring at the floor, he begins the arduous task of combing out his hair and braiding it back for bed.

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nathaniel_kitten

Nathaniel swallows.

"But that's only half the problem," he whispers. "He couldn't roll me when he fed, either time, tonight."

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chartreuse_eyed

Well that answers an earlier supposition, and twists things up nicely. Micah leans over one shoulder and gives Nathaniel a questioning look.

"He couldn't? Or didn't?"

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nathaniel_kitten

"Couldn't."

He licks his lips and closes his eyes.

"I have the first mark."

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chartreuse_eyed

He gives a little soft sigh. "Where was this?" He's never been much for the territory lines, but really. It does inexplicably make a difference, in this city.

"That's...going to be interesting." He didn't know Asher well. He hardly knew of him, period. But he wasn't going to let him toy with one of his leopards; it just didn't come into the equation.

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nathaniel_kitten

Nathaniel opens his eyes.

"In Asher's room."

He's just not specific about which room, since it had occurred in Milliways.

Technically.

"It's going to be difficult. Damian says any master vampire will see it. If Jean-Claude tells Anita..."

He could lose his home, his safety, his Nimir-ra, because Anita was not known for being forgiving.

"It was an accident. He didn't mean to do it, but it's done, and I don't care that he didn't intend to mark me. He did," he says almost defiantly.

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chartreuse_eyed

"If Jean-Claude tells Anita, and she has a problem with it, I'll deal with her," Micah says. There are subtle differences in a shifter being a Nimir-Ra, and a necromancer with the powers of who-knows-what.

"You won't lose your place here, Nathaniel. Anita might not be thrilled with the idea of you being in bed with Asher, but you'll stay in the house with us." Maybe not in Anita's bed, but she has enough company there, and they all know it.

"Just...don't let him do anything to you, little one. I like you happy, Nathaniel."

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nathaniel_kitten

He feels his eyes sting with tears as he smiles, and it's a sweet smile.

"He makes me happy, Micah. He really does. I feel..." Nathaniel thinks back to the first time there had been pleasure between them in Milliways, during that feeding, and what Asher had said afterwords. "I feel treasured."

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chartreuse_eyed

"Of that, I am very glad. You should be treasured, Nat." It's safety, the safety and happiness of his leopards, that makes Micah content. He enjoys knowing all his ducks are in a row, figuratively speaking.

It would be literal, but ducks are hard to catch sometimes. "I'll have to talk to him, sometime," he nearly purrs, brushing his cheek against Nathaniel's.

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nathaniel_kitten

Nathaniel returns the gesture, his own purr blossoming in response to Micah's nearness, the warmth of SAFE radiating off his Nimir-raj.

"You won't tell Anita?" he whispers.

Though he knows Micah would not betray his confidence, he still needs to hear it.

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chartreuse_eyed

"I won't tell Anita," he repeats. "I won't tell anyone you don't want me to, little one."

There is the slightly problematic possibility of Jean-Claude telling Anita, but they'll cross that bridge when they come to it. He holds his leopard close, transcending the nearness of brothers, falling short of lovers.

It's the safeness of Pard.

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nathaniel_kitten

"Damian knows, but only him."

Which meant Micah could talk to Damian about it if he wanted to.

He melts into the embrace, purring softly, reassured by the promise he'd have a home.

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chartreuse_eyed

Oh, he will be talking to Damian, and Asher both. "You're not going to get kicked out, Nat. Even with Anita as our Nimir-Ra, I'm not going to let that happen," he purrs, feeling the gentle rumble through Nathaniel's back.

It's comforting. "I'll be talking the more than one vampire, then, it seems. He was on moderately civil terms with Jean-Claude, which helped. Not being on the Master of the City's shit list helped a lot of things.

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nathaniel_kitten

Nathaniel lays down on his side on the bed, knees drawn up, terribly tired.

Blood loss, sex, and emotional meltdown had sapped his strength.

"This is the only place I've ever really called 'home'," he sighs.

Home was safe, and the places he'd lived before had been anything but truly safe.

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chartreuse_eyed

Micah lays down behind him, one arm carelessly laying against Nathaniel's side in a half embrace as he purred against him. "Really?"

He spooned against the other leopard comfortably, brushing a stray wisp of hair back. "I...am glad I'm here. And won't be going anywhere soon." He'd first volunteered to be a leader under Chimera, and...now it felt strangely right, in place.

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nathaniel_kitten

He nods.

"The other places I've spent my life weren't... weren't what I would call 'home'. Home means safe and warm and happy. Where I tended to be couldn't be described like that. Even safety wasn't really safe."

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chartreuse_eyed

"We might have to change that," he murmurs. "I like you safe. And all in one functioning piece," he adds, speaking into the juncture of Nathaniel's neck and shoulder.

"And I suspect Asher does as well?" He better.

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nathaniel_kitten

Nathaniel smiles fondly, comfortable, liking the feel of Micah's voice against his skin.

"He keeps trying to get me to want things," he says. "He encourages me to want for myself, for my own pleasure, and not someone else's, but he does it so carefully..."

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chartreuse_eyed

"Do you like it, that he does that?" Micah has never been particularly a sub, not like Nathaniel is. "I'd think it healthy that you want things, on your own."

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nathaniel_kitten

"It's different."

He's quiet for a moment, considering.

"I just want to please him, have him keep me."

And that meant he'd do anything Asher wanted him to in order to stay in his vampire's good graces.

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chartreuse_eyed

Oh, that said volumes. "Is it? Does wanting him to be pleased and keep you replace everything else?"

If it did...there could be problems. "Sounds like you're rapidly getting to the head-over-heels portion of things," he murmurs, thinking. That, in conjunction with Anita's sensibilities, could let things go downhill quick, fast, and in a hurry.

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nathaniel_kitten

"Head-over-heels?"

Nathaniel shakes his head slightly, causing his throat to throb dully where Asher had bitten him.

"Wanting to please him matters, but I... I need to please Anita, too."

He needed to keep her happy with him so he didn't lose everything he'd just become accustomed to having. He cleaned her hope, did her errands, cooked for everyone... he had to be useful, since she wasn't fucking him, and now that he'd begun what he had with Asher, if she found out, she never would.

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chartreuse_eyed

Micah had found out what Nathaniel's version of pleasing meant, not long after meeting him.

"Nat, I know what you mean, but Anita's a grown woman. You can please her without being at her beck and call. She's not going to kick you out of the house, or the Pard. I promise." Much as he liked the way the group functioned, there were times when he really did want to remind everyone that nobody here was an invalid.