Cerulean Sins - Interlude #1

[nathaniel_kitten]

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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[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher cups Nathaniel's face, drawing him close to kiss him.

"You won't," Asher promises. "You have my word, mon chat. Forever."

[nathaniel_kitten]

Nathaniel smiles against Asher's perfect lips, sighing into the kiss, a little tension easing out of him at the promise. He might not have forever, but Asher does, and he believes that so long as he lives, Asher won't leave him.

Exhaustion rolls over him like a sudden, dark wave, and Nathaniel just wants to sleep. Reluctantly, he pulls away from the kiss, crawling under the beautiful, warm blankets. He lays on his side, hair a cloak around him, pooling on the sheets, and he nuzzles down into the pillow, waiting to feel Asher settle behind him.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher slides in, his arm over Nathaniel's waist, nuzzling at Nathaniel's hair until his nose brushes warm skin, his face pressed to the back of his leopard's neck, breathing in the musk of his skin, the soft scent of vanilla that clings to him.

He is content, sighing softly as he draws Nathaniel closer, cradling the young man in his arms.

[nathaniel_kitten]

It's utter contentment, his body heavy with sated pleasure, his chest aching from the piercings, and his mind quieted by Asher's presence, his promises. Nathaniel cuddles back against Asher, purring softly as he rests his arm and hand over Asher's.

The purr doesn't stop until Nathaniel succumbs to sleep, his breathing evening out into the deep rhythm of the truly exhausted.