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Nathaniel closes the door to Jean-Claude's room, leaning against it for a moment. Life had changed drastically for him since he'd first helped Jason months ago, and Jean-Claude's reaction to Jason's return made him think that maybe... no... life hadn't changed that much.

He walks down the hallway, his thoughts scattered, until he reaches the room he shares with Asher. Well, it was Asher's room, but he spends so much time in it, Nathaniel has begun to think of it as 'theirs'. His room, though, was up the hall a little ways, next to Jason's. Asher had made certain there had been a room he could call his own, even if it was only used when Asher spent time with Jean-Claude.

He pauses outside Asher's door, trying to decide if he should talk to his master or just go to his own room, and the need to speak with Asher outweighs any desire to be alone.

Pulling out his key, Nathaniel slips it into the lock and turns the handle, opening the door and stepping inside. He pauses there, eyes scanning the room for a moment. Asher wasn't there, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be. Nathaniel kicks off his shoes and pulls his shirt over his head, tossing the material to a chair before picking up a book and laying down on the bed.

And he waits, lost in the world of Narnia.

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Asher kisses Nathaniel's back, leaning over his leopard to nuzzle his cheek softly. He grows hard, eager, hips rocking against Nathaniel's ass.

"Please what, cher?" Asher teases, knowing asking Nathaniel to speak right now is rather cruel.

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The feel of Asher against him is enough to drive him to distraction. He pushes back, rubbing himself against Asher.

In such a state, he loses any sense of verbal restraint and speaks crudely. "Please fuck me," Nathaniel manages with a rough moan. His hands tighten in the sheets, his cheeks hot, and his body aching from the beating and the bites but also with growing need. "Asher..."

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And who is Asher to refuse such an impassioned plea, crudely worded though it was?

Asher works a dry finger into Nathaniel, hissing softly at the tightness.

"Would you have me take you like this?" Voice quiet, Asher nips at Nathaniel's ear. "Force myself into you, make you scream for me again? Or is it pleasure you desire now?"

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A shudder wracks him, and he moans.

He's conflicted.

Complete the night with a dry fucking that would leave him aching for the better part of a day, or a slick, pleasurable fucking that would bring him plenty of satisfaction.

The pain of the finger inside him, rough and without lube, makes his backside ache already, making him decide with a whimper.

"Pleasure," he breathes, afraid he'll have disappointed Asher by choosing the less painful route.

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Asher pulls free, running his hand up Nathaniel's back as he reaches across to his nightstand and opens the drawer, pulling the lube out of the drawer.

He slicks up his fingers, taking his time, watching Nathaniel eagerly.

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The wereleopard simply quivers, a soft, piteous sound in his throat at the lack of contact.

His eyes still wet with tears, he whispers, "We're not whores. I... can't ever be that again..." He shakes his head. "I never want to be that again, with no control over anything..."

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Asher immediately moves close, tugging the rope from around Nathaniel's wrists, rolling the leopard onto his back, blanketing the slighter form with his own.

He wipes his hand on the bedsheets, cupping Nathaniel's face, kissing the tears from his cheeks.

"Never, mon coer," he promises. "If you do not want something, tell me, please. If you would prefer a different position, even, do not feel you cannot say anything. You have the control, mon chat. I will do whatever you ask."

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He stares up at Asher, raw need in his eyes.

"You gave me a choice," he whispers. "It's all I ever wanted."

A little control, the security in his place in someone's life -- in his own life.

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Asher reaches for the lube, never breaking eye contact with Nathaniel as he slicks himself, even that small touch bringing a gasp to his lips, Asher shuddering against Nathaniel.

He wordlessly coaxes Nathaniel to part his thighs, oiled fingers sliding easily into his leopard, as Asher bows his head to kiss Nathaniel sweetly.

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Nathaniel gasps into their kiss, squirming, his back smarting the more he moves against the bedsheets. He nips at Asher's lip, moaning softly.

Choice.

It was all he craved, and that was what Asher always offered. The affection and mastery and sensuality were wonderful, added to that sense of belonging he'd been seeking his entire life, but it was the knowledge that he chooses to be here that makes him feel centered.

Between one kiss and the next, Nathaniel whispers, "I love you."

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Asher smiles, lost in the kisses, taking a moment before answering.

"Je t'aime aussi, Nathaniel," he whispers, urging Nathaniel to bend his knees, slowly pressing one leg up towards Nathaniel's chest, one hand pressed against the back of Nathaniel's thigh, the other flat on the bed as Asher slowly, gently, pushes into Nathaniel.

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His breath catches, and then his eyes slip closed as he moans, his heart pounding. Nathaniel's bound hands grip at sheets above his head, and he savors those whispered words.

When Asher's fully seated inside him, his eyes open and he gazes up at Asher, lips parted.

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Asher leans down, kissing Nathaniel, before drawing back, pushing in again just as slow. As gentle as his blows were harsh, Asher kisses Nathaniel with each stroke, his cheeks flushing gently.

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His emotions already running high, as they tended to when he submitted, Nathaniel's eyes fill with tears. They brim over and trickle down his temples, soft, shaky moans leaving his lips between those sweet kisses. It was moments like this that broke him apart, that tore open every little wall he had around his heart and thoughts, and it was moments like this that kept him from begging Asher for the last two marks.

Because he would always fear what the vampire might see and know of him in these moments.

A thrust moves perfectly inside him, brushing against his prostate, and he tosses his head back with a cry, hands clutching at the cuffs still around his wrists.

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Asher's hand fists in Nathaniel's hair, tugging his head back, bowing Nathaniel's back more sharply as he fucks him, rolling his hips more than thrusting now, seeking out the spot to make Nathaniel cry out, again and again.

"Hands above your head," he murmurs, kissing Nathaniel's throat, eyes closed as he moans. "Keep them there."

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Nathaniel obeys immediately, his arms kept above his head no matter how much he wants to struggle and touch. The deliberate movements against him like that, it sweeps any and all thought from Nathaniel's mind; he squirms and cries out beneath Asher. His body is tight with pain and pleasure, and Asher's mouth on his throat makes his eyes roll back.

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That squirming has Asher crying out, a soft curse in French falling from full lips, his hips hitching forward harder in response. He's breathing softly now, cool breaths panted against Nathaniel's neck as Asher fucks him in earnest.

He pulls away from that tempting throat as he jerks, yells his release, filling Nathaniel. His mouth rests against Nathaniel's taut bicep, Asher's stomach pressed against Nat's groin, Asher recovering a moment, utterly spent.

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There is that moment of great, wonderful satisfaction in Nathaniel when he feels Asher spill inside him. Each time was like a brand, a marking of territory, of who he belonged to. The other wolves and cats could smell Asher on him for days following these moments, and it was something Nathaniel wore with pride.

He moans, arms obediently above his head, his cock stiff between them, pressed to Asher, and his whole body trembles. Even left like this, should Asher choose to not offer him physical release, the emotional release in there. It would be worse as Asher tended to him following this, but Asher had given him what he'd asked for. Pain and pleasure, expertly doled out, and Nathaniel would never complain.

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Asher slides slowly down Nathaniel's body, touching him all the while. He kisses the base of Nathaniel's cock, sucking gently for a moment, before moving a little lower.

He's half-teasing, half-torturing, and while he knows that he is going to give Nathaniel release, he can't help but test his leopard, see how good his control is. Being so very careful of his fangs, Asher takes one of Nathaniel's balls into his mouth, fangs pricking delicate skin, his tongue laving soft flesh.

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"Oh, God," Nathaniel moans, a full-body shudder taking him. He squeezes his eyes shut, arms straining to remain in place, and it takes all his concentration to keep from coming just from that.

He tries.

He holds on.

He doesn't want to let Asher down. Nathaniel doesn't want to shame himself in front of his master by losing control.

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Asher is impressed, and far too eager to see Nathaniel come, to test him any further.

He pulls away, mouthing the inside of Nathaniel's thigh, turning his head to look up Nathaniel's body, marvel at how very beautiful his leopard is.

"You may come when I break skin, cher," he murmurs, breath gusting over Nathaniel's sex.

He pushes Nat's thigh to the side, angling it further up, watching the muscles move under pale skin. Mouth watering, he pins Nathaniel's leg, pressing a swift kiss to the inside of Nathaniel's thigh before biting down.

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The moment Asher's teeth pierce his skin, Nathaniel bucks, a scream ripped from his throat. It was pain, as Asher's bite was now, but it was perfect. His cock jerks on his stomach, thin ribbons of white spattering up his flesh as his body shudders with climax.

And his hands do not move from above his head, even as his body twitches with the aftershocks.

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Asher slides up the bed, just enough that he can lick Nathaniel's stomach and chest clean, his hands reaching up to curl around Nat's biceps, coaxing his arms down.

He works his way up, inch by inch, until he can kiss Nathaniel sweetly. In a moment he'll move, to fetch a cloth to clean Nat up properly, cream to rub in to his back. But for now, he is lost in Nat's body, holding him close.

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Nathaniel curves into Asher, sobbing freely now, everything welling up and pouring out in great waves.

It was release.

Pure, utter release.

His master had given it to him, given him all he'd asked for, all he'd needed, and now he weeps in Asher's arms, cleansed and a little less broken for it all.