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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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Asher's eyelids flutter gently, sliding shut as he feeds, slow and steady, drinking just as much for the pleasure of the bite as he does for the nourishment it provides.

He slides a hand up, covering Nathaniel's clenched fist with pale fingers, squeezing gently.

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He's fed a lot of vampires since Gabriel had made him. It was always something to enhance a scene, a moment of sexual pleasure, nothing more. When Anita came along, he stopped that, feeding the vampires on in their small circle when they had need, taking little but the pleasure of the rolling in exchange.

But watching Asher, that connection of mouth to thigh -- of where he laces their hands together now -- Nathaniel feels far more. It was intimacy Asher offers him, and he smiles, moaning softly, allowing his own eyes to close as bleed flows from him to Asher. He concentrates on that, on their hands, on how wonderful it feels to be wanted beyond this.

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Asher closes his eyes too, slowing his feeding, wanting this connection for as long as possible. He pulls back, bit by bit, raising his mouth from Nathaniel's thigh at last, his lips stained red with Nathaniel's blood.

Licking them clean, he slides up the bed, a soft shiver running down his spine as he presses his body against Nathaniel's, his sex rubbing against Nathaniel's hip.

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Nathaniel opens his eyes, moaning softly as he pants, looking up at Asher. He likes feeling Asher hard against him, knowing he did that to his vampire. A coy smile curves his lips, and he licks a stray smudge of blood from the corner of Asher's mouth.

"Had your fill of me?" he purrs, pushing up against Asher, his own cock slick and straining.

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"Never," Asher murmurs in reply, chasing Nathaniel's tongue, kissing him hungrily. He rubs against Nathaniel, his hands closing around the young leopard's wrists, pinning him to the bed as his hips twitch and grind down, their cocks aligned.

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A strangled yelp rises from Nathaniel, and the slight bondage of his hands only adds to his excitement. He squirms, meeting Asher thrust for thrust, a dancer even on his back.

"Never is a long time," Nathaniel breathes. Then, he kisses his vampire, arching his neck to gain as much contact as he can from lips and groin, moaning as his tongue traces Asher's lips.

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Asher's lips part against Nathaniel's, the kiss slow and seductive, fitting with the wicked twist of his hips, Asher as elegant in bed as Nathaniel is on the stage.

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Nathaniel cries out, hands tightening to fists in Asher's grasp as his whole body trembles.

"You could drive someone mad in bed," he pants when that kiss concludes. Just that kiss, and he would agree to anything Asher wants, anything, just so he could be kissed like that again.

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Asher smiles sadly, his voice dripping with sorrow as he murmur softly, "I have, mon chat. I have."

He kisses Nathaniel softly, sweetly, as chaste as his last kiss was seductive.

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Realizing he's said something in appropriate, Nathaniel's eyes focus on Asher. The kiss is tender and innocent, gentlemanly and lovely.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, face flushing. "I shouldn't have said that."

The last thing he wants is to make Asher feel that sorrow in bed with him. The sorrow he could feel and taste, almost like a tangible thing.

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Asher gently runs the tips of his fingers over Nathaniel's face, from hairline to chin.

"It matters not," he murmurs, tilting Nathaniel's chin up to kiss him again, willing the young leopard to forget.

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Nathaniel is more than willing to forget the words, forget that moment, and he opens up to the kiss. He whimpers softly, moving against Asher in that innocent desire for pleasure, wanting to please as much as be pleased.

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Asher moans, a shudder running down his spine as Nathaniel writhes underneath him, wicked undulation of his hips rubbing against Asher just right.

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There's a faint curving of his lips into their kisses, a satisfied warmth at making Asher moan. Finally, he leaves Asher's lips, his own tailing over the vampire's jaw and down his throat. He knows what turns Asher on the most, and he sets to exploiting that, nipping and sucking at the pale, warm throat.

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Asher cries out softly, his hips jerking against Nathaniel's.

"Keep that up, cher, and this will be over very quickly," he mutters.

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Nathaniel laughs against Asher's throat, breath huffing softly against the damp skin.

"Wouldn't want that," he whispers, licking broadly up Asher's neck a final time.

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"Indeed not," Asher breathes, grinning a little. He slides a hand between them, slender fingers warmed by Nathaniel's blood, wrapping around both their cocks, slowly stroking them together.

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A strangled moan leaves Nathaniel, and he tilts his head back as he presses his hips up. It was still taking some getting used to, sex without the need to be hurt, to be abused, to do as ordered and take what pleasure he could from whatever was done.

The warm, hard slide of Asher against him is sweet ecstasy, and Nathaniel rights his head, staring up at Asher with gray eyes flecked with blue as his beast rolls and stretches inside him.

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Asher's eyes have bled pale with pleasure, an icy blue as he watches Nathaniel, drinking in the reactions he can coax from his leopard with just a touch, a soft caress of fingers.

"Do you need pain, mon chat?" Asher tightens his grip, shuddering as he treads the fine tightrope between pain and pleasure, his teeth bared slightly.

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"Not with you," he pants, giving a weak whine when Asher's grip becomes firmer. "I don't need it with you."

Didn't mean he didn't want it, only that it wasn't necessary like it used to be.

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Asher leans close, slackening his grip.

"Perhaps I should rephrase..." he purrs, drawing Nathaniel's earlobe into his mouth, sucking gently, his fangs delicately scraping soft skin.

"Do you want pain?"

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Nathaniel closes his eyes, a desperate mewl leaving his throat as he thrusts against Asher in the wake of that loosened grip.

"Yes," he whispers. "I want pain."

Even the thought of being given pain by Asher is enough to make him feel even harder, his groin aching slightly.

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Asher wordlessly coaxes Nathaniel's thighs apart, gripping his balls in one hand and twisting cruelly as he kisses Nathaniel again, stripping away the last of his worries as he loses himself in his leopard's body, the soft gasps and moans, the thrum of blood under pale skin, so close, so very fragile.

He strokes Nathaniel hard and fast, even as he twists and tugs with his other hand, alternating pain and pleasure, painpleasurepainpleasure until they bleed together.

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Nathaniel writhes and cries out, his feet braced against the bed and his toes curling in the sheets. It's so much. What is done is simple, but it's intense and unrelenting. One bright sensation that makes his nerves scream and his throat works to voice everything at once.

The leopard is vocal, he squirms as he cries out, and each time Asher kisses him, he tastes a little more blood between their lips. The volume of his moans and yowls increase, and there is more of a growl to them as his limbs twitch and pleasure pools heavy in his groin. Even as the cat inside him makes itself well known in scratches and mewls, Nathaniel keeps control, his body kept in check, though just barely.

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Asher adores the sounds he can wring from Nathaniel, the more catlike sounds all the more enticing for the slipping grasp Nathaniel has on his self-control.

Releasing Nathaniel's sex, Asher trails his fingertips up Nat's front, curling the tips of his fingers to scrape nails across pale skin.

"Take them into your mouth," he commands, kneeling between Nathaniel's thighs, calm despite the thrum of Nathaniel's blood under his skin, flush in his cheeks, across the hollow of his throat, his cock hanging thick and flushed, jutting out from his body.