nathaniel_kitten | Cerulean Sins

Cerulean Sins - Interlude #1

Nathaniel, still dressed in that ridiculous outfit Jean-Claude had ordered him placed into, is pacing Asher's room. He'd unbound his hair, though, the moment he'd entered the room he'd come to see as a quiet haven, where no one bothered them, where no one dared to bother them.

But now... now he's livid and angry and downright pissed.

Asher had slept with Anita. He'd fucked Anita and Jean-Claude and hadn't even warned him! Hadn't asked his opinion. Hadn't done anything but do what he'd wanted. Oh, he'd known Asher would be with Jean-Claude again, but he'd never thought his vampire would sleep with Anita. Never!

It brings tears to his eyes, and he furiously swipes them from his cheeks.

What was worse, Anita had slept with Asher.

Of course she had. Why wouldn't she? He'd been unable to resist the vampire, how could Anita? But Asher didn't even like Anita. At least Nathaniel loved her! She'd rather sleep with someone she didn't trust, who didn't love her, than with him.

He stops with his back to the door and bows his head, covering his face with his hands as he tries to control to sobs that escape him in little, halted sounds.

It simply wasn't fair, and he was growing tired of his life never having a moment of fairness in it.

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The scent of Asher fills his nose, the slickness of Asher's tongue in his mouth, and his vampire's weight pressing him into the bed all ground him. It brings Nathaniel back here, not the memories he doesn't want to remember. It's darkness, utter darkness, but the touch of Asher's thumb over his nipple sizzles through him. Even after only a few minutes blindfolded, his body is more sensitized, and Nathaniel moans into Asher's mouth.

Trust. He trusts Asher. How many times had he told his vampire that? Now, he can prove it, both to himself and to Asher.

The tension slowly bleeds from him, and his flagging arousal blazes back to life as his nipple draws up tight under Asher's attentions.

"Good," Asher purrs, drawing back from the kiss, continuing to play with Nathaniel's nipple, picking up the needle. He neglects to warn Nathaniel, instead sliding the needle through, leaning down to kiss Nathaniel again, leaving it in place for now.

He flicks one end, feeling the vibration move through the narrow needle, and as a result, through Nat's skin.

Nathaniel cries out into Asher's mouth, his arms straining against the cuffs for a moment as burning pain lances through him. It radiates from his chest, and after a breath, he moans, sagging in his bonds. Another quiet moan rumbles up out of him, and he feels his cock twitch.

Two months ago, this wouldn't have remotely been as intense for him, but so long away from Narcissus in Chains, away from BDSM in general, and the fact that he's so very much in love, it makes a simple piercing of his nipple overwhelmingly arousing. He wants to reach for Asher, but because he can't, he makes that kiss count for all he's worth.

"You are so very good, cher," Asher breathes, leaning back to pick up the silver nipple ring, slowly drawing the needle out, replacing it with the ring. It's easy to close the ring (http://images.google.co.uk/images?client=firefox-a&rls=org.mozilla%3Aen-GB%3Aofficial&hl=en&source=hp&q=ball+closure+ring&btnG=Search+Images&gbv=2&aq=f&oq=), sliding the ball into place.

He continues to murmur quiet reassurance to Nathaniel, bending to slowly suck Nathaniel's nipple into his mouth, tongue laving away the faint trace of blood, playing with the ring.

"Asher!" he cries out, shuddering as he pushes his chest up against Asher's mouth. His sensitive, aching nipple causes shivers of pleasure to rush through him. Nathaniel's mind swims with the sensation, a sensation made that much more by the loss of his sight.

He moans, squirming on the bed, hips arching up towards Asher. Warmth spreads through him while the silver burns slightly in his skin. Asher has pierced him, marked him, and he'd feel that mark every day. It is satisfying and wonderful and pulls a whimper from his throat.

Asher chuckles, heat flooding through him at Nathaniel's reaction, making him double his efforts, playing with the piercing, sucking gently to make sure he gets every trace of blood. He rubs his thumb against Nathaniel's other nipple, wordlessly asking if Nat is ready for more.

Nathaniel thrashes about weakly, wanting more, wanting anything.

"Please," he breathes, his groin already aching, his chest sore. He doesn't know what more he's willing to beg for, but he wants it. Another piercing, more pressure on the new piercing, such a unique pain...

Asher picks up the needle again, tugging gently on the new peircing with his teeth before he sits up, making sure he has everything ready. He slides the needle in again, tongue laving a bright spot of blood from Nathaniel's nipple, from where it forms a perfect bead on pale skin.

Nathaniel's hands clench, nails biting into his palms, and he so badly wants to watch Asher, see his vampire's expression. Another full-body shudder takes him, and his cock twitches, another bead of moisture forming on the tip, wetting the skin of his pelvis. A second burn begins within the second nipple, his heartbeat causing both points on his chest to throb.

"So good," he whispers, head lolling to the side against his arms. It simply feels good, and he gives himself up to it.

Asher grins, getting the second ring ready, leaning up to nip sharply at Nathaniel's jaw, surprise him.

"Yes you are," he murmurs, intentionally mis-interpreting Nathaniel's words.

A sharp cry leaves Nathaniel's lips at that nip, and his body arches up, wanting more contact.

"Not... what I meant," he breathes, waiting, waiting to feel that second ring slide through his skin. "I want to be yours, Asher, I so badly want to be yours." A slight sound, somewhere between a moan and a sob, leaves him, and he strains against the cuffs a little.

"You are," Asher murmurs, carefully pulling the needle out, slipping the ring through as he did with Nathaniel's other nipple, pushing the ball into place.

He sits back, his hands stroking Nathaniel's stomach, his weight across Nathaniel's thighs.

"Beautiful," he assures his leopard, idly stroking his fingertips up and down Nathaniel's chest.

Nathaniel can feel the weight of Asher's eyes on him, and every caress to his body is enhanced by his inability to see. His chest aches from the piercings, made even more sore by the slight burning of the silver now embedded in his flesh. There is a great sense of satisfaction in him over the fact that he now wears Asher's rings, even if he'd had them commissions himself.

But he wants to see them, see Asher, and he moans, squirming beneath his vampire. "Asher..."

"Hush, mon chat," Asher whispers, leaning down, kissing Nathaniel's throat, caressing his chest a little longer. He slides down Nathaniel's body, inch by inch, his mouth on Nat's nipples for as long as he can reach, alternating between the two as he licks and sucks and teases at them.

He bends to suck Nathaniel's cock into his mouth, idly playing with Nat's sac, wondering how easy it would be to get a ring here, too, one he could hang weights off of.

Nathaniel bows up, spreading his legs for Asher instantly. He's overcome by sensation, but the cool feel of Asher's mouth on him, of hands against his hot flesh. His pulse pounds in his ears, throat, chest, and groin, and he can do nothing but feel it all. Nathaniel doesn't speak anymore words, but he whines and mewls, unable to keep the sounds to himself even if Asher had told him to hush.

If he'd known of Asher's thoughts, he would have begged for another piercing by his vampire. Instead, he just feels, and it's wonderful and fulfilling; in the middle of his pleasure, he forgets himself, and rolls his hips upward, pushing more of his cock into Asher's mouth.

Asher chuckles around Nathaniel, sucking greedily upon him, scratching his nails down the insides of Nat's thighs. He's playing, now, releasing Nathaniel's sex to trail his lips in the wake of his scratches, sucking reddened marks along the soft skin of Nathaniel's thigh, behind his knee, letting his fangs scrape here and there as his mouth moves slowly south, tongue circling his ankle bone.

"Asher!"

So much for him behaving, but only Asher can make him lose himself. He trembles, his toes curling, and it's all sensation. Nathaniel buries his blindfolded face into the crook of his arm as he bites his lip. His hips shift back and forth, and every scrape of those fangs makes him shudder.

Asher loves this, loves how responsive Nathaniel is. Even without the blindfold, he loves to take his leopard apart, piece by piece, and tonight seems even easier. He slowly retraces his route, working his way back up, brushing his lips against pulsepoints, the soft patches of skin usually hidden under clothing, in the bends of joints, spending time on each one.

Eventually he reaches Nathaniel's throat, kissing his lips softly, Asher's eyes bleeding pale with need, for blood, for Nathaniel. He is eager to mark him though, his fingers slowly tugging the knot in the blindfold loose.

He ducks his head, nuzzling Nathaniel's throat for a moment, before biting down. Normally he would draw out the feeding more, but tonight, it's a means to an end.

Nathaniel cries out, the pain mingling with the pleasure Asher's woken. His eyes slip closed as his pulse surges, as Asher draws on him. It takes a few moments, but then Nathaniel can feel Asher's desire for him hardening against his hip. He whimpers in the back of his throat, his whole body one pent up nerve of need.

"Keep your eyes on mine, mon chat," Asher breathes, trying to remember how he had marked Julianna, exactly what he had done - for it had truly been an accident, with her.

He coaxes Nathaniel's leg up, taking a moment to slick himself up, ease the way a little, his cock still hardening, eager and ready. There doesn't have to be sex, for this, but so much of Asher's power is wrapped up in intimacy, in sex, that it makes it much easier.

Nathaniel's breath catches as he's caught by those eyes. The arousal and pain of his body seem to become distant things as he just stares, because when Asher is like this, Nathaniel is stunned that a powerful master vampire wants him.

Loves him.

Nathaniel does as ordered, though, and his eyes remain unblinking as he gazes into those eyes bled to icy blue power. He wants to close his eyes when he feels Asher push into him, his body spreading to accept his vampire, but he only moans, lavender eyes remaining open.

He revels in the sense of fullness he feels when Asher is seated inside him, and Nathaniel pulls at his bonds again. "Asher," he whispers, feeling as if he's being swallowed by that gaze. His heart hammers in his chest, a mixture of arousal, fear, and love making his pulse jump and race. All he sees in that gaze, those piercing eyes, and even the movement within him, the pleasure of their lovemaking, is but an echo of the power he sees in Asher's eyes.

Asher hushes Nathaniel softly, pouring his power into his eyes, fixing his gaze upon Nathaniel, his hips moving slowly, almost absently, second to the connection he's forming, his eyes glowing, the room growing dim by comparison as he wills Nathaniel to fall into his gaze, to surrender completely to him.

It's the most intense experience, terrifying and wonderful all at once, and Asher falls a little more in love with Nathaniel for agreeing to it, for submitting despite his fear.

All Nathaniel sees are Asher's eyes. Nothing else but the blue of the vampire's gaze. They're like blue flame, the hottest fire, even if the vampire is so often cold. As his own hips rise to meet Asher's in that idle, forgotten rhythm, it seems as if the flames of Asher's eyes dance before his own vision, and then he gasps as something breaks, something forms. He holds tightly to the bonds around his wrists as everything goes that icy shade of blue for him.

It lasts only a handful of seconds, his lavender eyes that same blue-fire of Asher's, and then it fades. Nathaniel's vision returns to normal as he gazes up at Asher, a moan caught in his throat.

Asher gasps, too, as Nathaniel's eyes bleed to the colour of his own, a mirror of his gaze, drawing him in deeper as he binds them together. It takes him a while to pull back, to seal the marks, his hips still moving slowly, smoothly.

He bends, kissing Nathaniel fiercely, cupping his face in both hands.

"Parfait," he whispers between kisses, "mon joli chat."

Nathaniel makes a sobbing noise and pulls at his bonds.

"Please," he gasps between those consuming kisses. "I want to touch you, Asher, please."

He needs to touch his vampire, hold him close as that beautiful, slow rhythm of their bodies continues. Asher wants him, needs him, loves him, and he can feel those simple truths in each movement, each touch, each passionate kiss.

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