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[nathaniel_kitten]

Jason hadn't returned to the bedroom, and Nathaniel had fallen asleep in Jason's bed waiting for him through the afternoon.

His hair was loose, spread across the white sheets. He's been asleep from mid-afternoon, pleasantly dreaming, sleeping alone for the first time in quite a while.

A small step, he would say, but a step nevertheless.

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[nathaniel_kitten]

Like a cat eager for grooming -- which he was -- Nathaniel settles himself between Asher's legs, his long hair pooled behind him.

"The full moon is soon," he says. He could feel it, the pull, the way his beast rolled about, stretching and clawing, wanting out. "I know Liz and I will run, but I wonder if Jason will be here to go with us."

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Asher carefully brushes out Nathaniel's hair, starting from the ends and working his way up bit by bit, soothed by the repetitive motion as much as Nathaniel is.

"Perhaps he will have returned by then," Asher murmurs, bending quickly to kiss Nathaniel's bare shoulder. He returns to his task, gathering a handful of hair, brushing it smooth until it lies like silk against his hand, and then moving on to the next section.

[nathaniel_kitten]

Nathaniel looks over his shoulder at Asher.

"I find it somewhat amusing you'll groom me," he says with a soft laugh.

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"Oh?" Asher asks, tilting his head to catch Nathaniel's eye, smiling softly. His brushstrokes never cease, working through the sleep-tangle strands until Nathaniel's hair lies flat against his back, a sheet of auburn silk, fine and soft against his hands.

He's almost reluctant to gather it together, fingers wrapping around Nathaniel's hair at the nape of his neck, holding it in a low ponytail as he places the leopard clasp over the hair, the slender stick sliding through, holding Nathaniel's hair in place.

[nathaniel_kitten]

The light burn of the silver against his skin causes him to shiver a little.

"I think Jason and Liz are the only two who do it other than you. Anita thinks it's a pain in the ass to deal with, and Micah's too new to the pard for me to even ask him to."

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Asher smiles at that soft shiver, running his hand down Nathaniel's back, to the side of his ponytail.

"Would you like me to braid it, too?" He asks, nuzzling Nathaniel's bare shoulder, sliding his arms around Nathaniel's waist. "I like touching you, mon chat. I may not need an excuse to, but I enjoy playing with your hair."

[nathaniel_kitten]

"I like leaving it loose for you," he says, turning his head to look at Asher. "I like pleasing you however I can. If you want to braid it, I won't object. If you want to leave it as it is, that's also fine."

It was so important to him to please Asher, to keep the vampire happy.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher kisses Nathaniel's cheek, closing his eyes a moment.

"Loose, for now, then." He murmurs, his fingertips caressing Nathaniel's stomach. He won't push Nathaniel to choose, not now. "If it gets in the way, braid it."

[nathaniel_kitten]

Nathaniel draws his knees up to his chest and hugs them, laying his cheek atop.

"Do I disappoint you?" he asks softly. "I know Anita keeps trying to push me out of the nest, have me find a proper girlfriend, manage my finances, be an adult who thinks for himself... Is that what you want me to be, too? Am I supposed to learn how to not want to please you?"

It's asked with such plaintive desperation, wondering if his absolute trust and submission were not what Asher wants from him.

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"No, mon chat, you have not disappointed me." Asher murmurs soothingly, shifting so that he can pull Nathaniel into his lap, running his fingers through Nat's hair, fingertips brushing his back underneath.

"I want to please you, as much as you wish to please me," Asher continues, trying to explain in a way which will make sense to Nathaniel. "But I do not need your submission every hour of the day. If that is what you wish, if you are happy, then I will gladly accept it." He pauses.

"I would like you to try deciding things for yourself, cher. Because you want them for you, not because you think it will please me. How you wear your hair is your decision, mon chat. I like it loose, because I can run my fingers through it. But bound..." he kisses Nathaniel's throat, caresses turning a little less soothing, a little more arousing. "I could wrap it around your throat, or use it to bind your hands."

[nathaniel_kitten]

Nathaniel gasps softly, his eyes growing heavy at the touches.

"Around my throat?" he murmurs.

Oh, that had possibilities with Asher.

"I will... try to want things for myself. I'll try, Asher," he whispers, touching Asher's hair. It was all he could do, promise to try, and with some gentle poking, he's sure he can do it.

Because, of course, Asher wants him to.

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"What are your plans tonight, cher?" He murmurs, tilting his head towards Nathaniel's fingers, his eyes sliding shut. Only two have ever touched his hair thus, other than Nathaniel. One of them is dead, and the other...well, Anita has seen to it that a caress of his hair is the most he can expect.

[nathaniel_kitten]

Nathaniel threads his fingers through the gold of Asher's hair. It was beautiful and bright and like silk.

"I had nothing in particular planned," he says softly. "I thought I would shower and change clothes, hunt down some food, maybe feed a vampire..."

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Asher makes a soft noise in his throat, his eyes still closed, turning his head to encourage more touches.

"Perhaps the shower is best left for later," he murmurs, slowly opening his eyes, already dark with hunger.

[nathaniel_kitten]

He shivers in Asher's arms.

"And why is that?" he breathes.

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"Because to shower now would be a waste," He murmurs, "when you would only have to shower again when I am finished with you."

[nathaniel_kitten]

"You're going to do something that will dirty me up?" he asks, nuzzling Asher's throat. "After you've made my hair all pretty?"

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Asher chuckles.

"Oh I have plans. mon joli chat." He shivers, tilting his head back. "And I will gladly comb your hair smooth again when we are done."

[nathaniel_kitten]

"What are these dastardly plans?" Nathaniel purrs against Asher's throat, raking his teeth over the sensitive skin.

He could be just as wicked as the vampire, when he tried.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher shudders harder, moaning softly.

"First," he murmurs, a little huskily, "to taste your blood. Then," he manages to smirk. "To taste your flesh."

[nathaniel_kitten]

He likes making Asher moan, shudder, bring that huskiness to his voice.

Loves it.

Nathaniel bites firmly at Asher's pulse, just shy of breaking skin.

"Just a taste?"

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher bares his throat, eyes sliding closed. His neck, sensitive even before he was turned - or so Belle delighted in telling him, insisting he was born to be a vampire - is now almost unbearably so. Had he fed, he would be achingly hard. As it is, pleasure races through him, nerves singing with it, his hands clutching tightly at Nathaniel.

"Perhaps more than a taste."

[nathaniel_kitten]

"Far be it from me to deny such a pretty request."

And here his hair is perfectly pulled back from his throat.

Asher may not be physically hard, but Nathaniel is, and he shifts so he can straddle Asher, rub against him like the cat he is while he nips and sucks playfully at his vampire's throat.

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Asher slides his hands over Nathaniel's ass, tugging him closer, heat and hardness shocking against cool skin.

He kisses and nips playfully in turn, working his way down Nathaniel's throat. His hands slide around, over Nathaniel's hips and thighs, in, until his thumb presses down on the mark he'd left on Nathaniel's inner thigh.

"I do not wish to feed from your neck, mon chat."

[nathaniel_kitten]

Nathaniel shudders, eyes gone smokey violet while his cheeks flush.

"Yes," he whispers, licking at Asher's lips.

It vaguely occurs to him that, if Asher kept feeding from that same spot, he would have a permanent mark from the vampire.

Which was even better than a collar, he thinks.