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"Nathaniel?"

He swims up from sleep, surrounded by Asher's scent, still feeling pleasantly content from the cuddling and kissing that had happened before he'd simply fallen asleep on his vampire.

But that voice was not Asher's.

And neither was that scent.

He sits up suddenly, wide awake, and stares with wide eyes at Anita. His eyes dart from her to Asher, panic in their depths. "Anita?" he chokes out. "You're... you're here..."

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Nathaniel's ears ring.

He stares at the ceiling with more tears in his eyes.

"What did you say?" he breathes, not believing the words that keep echoing in his ears.

Asher pulls back, smiling gently. He hasn't said it to Nathaniel, not in English. It's sad that it's Anita that's driven him to say it now, but the sheer dismay he felt when he saw her, when he realised Nathaniel was no longer solely his in Milliways, drove home exactly how deeply he cared for Nathaniel.

He cups Nathaniel's face in hsi hands, looking deep into Nathaniel's eyes.

"I love you." He gently brushes Nathaniel's hair back over his shoulders, reaching for the silver hair clasp he had given Nathaniel, pressing it gently into Nat's hand.

"It was a token of my love. mon chat. I am a coward, when it comes to matters of the heart."

The tears spill over onto his cheeks, and he holds that burning silver tightly in his hand as a sob rips its way from his throat.

"Afraid... of loving me?"

"Afraid that I felt more for you than you felt in return." Asher admits, ducking head so that his hair falls as a veil between them.

Nathaniel tries to slip into Asher's lap, to wrap his legs around the vampire and hold tight.

"Not possible," he whispers.

Asher picks Nathaniel up, carrying him over to the bed. He turns, sitting down, tugging Nathaniel higher in his lap, curling his body around Nathaniel's.

He wants nothing more than to stay here all night, to just lie in Nathaniel's arms while he can. But he knows that Anita will come looking, soon enough.

"Would you like me to braid your hair, mon chat?"

He buries his face against Asher's neck, shaking his head.

"I want you to not let go. I told Anita I'd find her in a couple of hours. Don't send me away before dawn. Please?"

"I won't," Asher whispers. "Don't worry, mon petit. I won't send you away from me." He sheds his clothes, needing the comfort of bare skin against his, drawing Nathaniel under the covers and curling in to him.

"Stay with me, mon chat," he whispers, his fingertips caressing the soft dimples above the curve of Nathaniel's ass. "Stay with me until I die today."

Nathaniel tangles a hand in Asher's hair, pressing as close as he can, eyes closed against more tears.

"I'd stay forever, Asher," he breathes against his vampire's throat. "With you."

Forever was not a concept he understood, but he doesn't care. If it was with Asher, he would learn what forever meant.

"Do not promise things that you cannot give," Asher whispers, closing his eyes, the scent of tears on Nathaniel's skin, the despair building inside him, enough to spill a few pink-tinged tears down his cheeks, his hands clutching at Nathaniel almost cruelly.

There's a soft, half-aborted sob against the hollow of Asher's throat.

"I would. If I could, I would."

But he wasn't a vampire. He was a wereleopard, and though he aged slower, he still aged. Eventually, he would leave Asher, no matter how tightly they held onto one another.

The only thing that could extend Nathaniel's life would be the fourth mark, and Asher is far too apprehensive of such a thing to even suggest moving towards it. The first mark is enough, by far.

Knowing they'll only drive themselves mad, talking about this, Asher ducks his head, catching Nathaniel's lips, kissing the salty taste of tears from his skin.

Nathaniel just clings to him, his tears silent as he kisses Asher over and over, refusing to let him go. After long moments, he whispers raggedly against Asher's lips, "Would you feed from me? Please?"
I got a really good heart
No sex, no arousal, no gift to roll his mind.
I just can't catch a break
Just the two of them and that most basic connection, what had started everything between them that Nathaniel would never let go of.
If I could I'd treat you like you wanted me to I promise
Gently, he's laid on his back, lips moving down his body, hands spread his legs. His hands stay wrapped in silken gold strands, his eyes closed as lips ghost over his thigh, over that one spot, that same spot. Nathaniel's tears slowly slide down his temples, wet the pillow, and the sharp pain of Asher's bite pulls a strangled sob from him.
But I'm fractured from the fall
And I wanna go home
Forever.
It takes two when it used to take one
If he had forever, he would give it to Asher.
It takes two when it used to take only one
Only to Asher.

Edited 2009-07-11 00:05 (UTC)

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