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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Asher reaches into the bedside drawer once more, pulling out soft leather cuffs, ones they've used before.

"Your wrists, cher," he commands softly, opening the cuffs.

Nathaniel's heart begins to race, and he squirms the rest of the way out of his sweats, already aroused solely through the anticipation. Once he's naked, Nathaniel holds out his wrists obediently to Asher. His eyes dart from the cuffs to Asher's eyes, and he licks his lips.

"I'm sorry," he says on a quiet exhale. "I could have said it all differently. I didn't have to hurt you. I'm sorry, Asher."

He wanted to say that before the cuffs were set, before anything more happened, because he had handled it badly, allowing himself to become worked up rather than just... ask Asher. Nathaniel knows he will do better next time.

Asher kisses Nathaniel, sweet and soft as he buckles the first cuff around his wrist.

"And I could have stayed, instead of running away." He chuckles softly. "As always, we are both at fault." He pulls back, arranging Nathaniel until he's spread out on the bed, his arms stretched above his head. Looping the chain of the cuffs around the hook placed in the centre of his headboard, he quickly fastens the other around Nathaniel's free wrist, trailing his fingers down the soft underside of Nat's arm as he pulls away.

He shudders, closing his eyes for a moment. There is always that momentary thrill of fear when he's bound -- no matter who he's with -- but it dissipates quickly. He opens his eyes again and stares at Asher. Nathaniel likes how Asher looks at him, how he touches him, and he knows those looks and touches are for him, are his.

A sigh leaves his lips, a slight smile curving them, and he watches Asher move about. He already craves another touch, but he behaves and remains still and quiet.

Asher draws a length of black silk out of the drawer, hesitating a moment. He knows of Nathaniel's fears now, knows what he likes and what he does not. But he has his reasons for the blindfold.

"I want you to focus completely on sensation, cher," he murmurs, gently running the black silk over Nat's naked chest. "On touch, on the feel of the silver sliding into your flesh." He bends, kissing Nathaniel's eyelids, before wrapping the blindfold around his head, knotting it quickly and efficiently. He keeps a hand on Nathaniel as he gathers the rest of what he needs, the thin needle he had aquired, silver-coated, to pierce Nathaniel when it had first been suggested.

Nathaniel is bound and blind, and he immediately tenses. He hasn't been blindfolded in quite a while.

"Asher," he says, a tremor to his voice.

"It's ok, cher, nothing is going to harm you." There being a world of difference between 'hurt' and 'harm', of course. Hurt can be good, especially for Nathaniel.

"Do not fear, mon chat," he intones solemnly, kneeling astride Nathaniel, rubbing his thumb over Nathaniel's left nipple, leaning down to kiss Nathaniel, distracting him, soothing him.

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.

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