Cerulean Sins - Interlude #1

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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 slides up from his knees, deepening the kiss, holding on tightly to Nathaniel.

"It is not the first time she has done such a thing," he murmurs. "But I hope it will be the last." He brushes Nathaniel's hair back from his face, letting his fingers slide through the loose strands, combing them down to Nathaniel's waist.

He slides his hands under Nathaniel's shirt as he tries to think of a way to soothe Nathaniel, a way to make up for what has happened. His thumbs smooth across Nathaniel's nipples, unmarked and perfect, and he grins, slowly, into the kiss.

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Nathaniel gasps, shivering in the chair, lips just brushing Asher's.

"I want you safe, with me. My knight," he says, his voice breathy and uneven as his fingers glide down Asher's throat. "And why are you grinning like that?"

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"Because I remembered something, cher," Asher purrs, pushing up Nathaniel's shirt.

"I still have the rings you gave me in my drawer," he points out.

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There is staring, even after Asher removes his shirt, baring his chest to his vampire.

"You want to pierce me? Now? Shouldn't you feed and then rest?"

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"I can do that, after," he murmurs.

"Unless...you do not wish it now?" He leans in, scraping his teeth across one nipple, fangs pricking either side as his tongue flicks across the raised nub.

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Nathaniel shudders, moaning as he watches Asher.

"No... no, I... want to. If you want to mark me like that," he whispers.

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Asher pulls back, rising smoothly to his feet and taking Nathaniel's hand.

"Mmmm, yes," he smirks, fisting the hair at the nape of Nathaniel's neck, tugging his head back sharply. He leans in, nipping at his leopard's throat, leading him towards the bed.

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Nathaniel moves as gracefully as he can, but the abrupt change in tone between them leaves him a little off-balance. He sits heavily on the bed, looking up at Asher, his skin flushing with excitement and arousal.

"Asher--"

He stops himself, swallowing the words.

"Do you want me naked or like this?" he asks softly.

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"Naked," he purrs, running his hand down Nathaniel's shoulder, arm, a soft, soothing caress. He opens his bedside drawer, taking out the two silver rings, carefully laying them on the top of the nightstand.

"I have one more request," he asks, softly. "You are under no obligation to say yes," he pauses, then sits down beside Nathaniel. "I would like to give you the second mark."

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He stops mid-strip and stares at Asher.

"The..." Nathaniel swallows. "On purpose?"

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Asher nods, slowly.

"On purpose, yes. I...I do not want to be afraid of being close to you," Asher explains.

"You won't gain anything from the second mark, but I will be able to taste food, touch you in your dreams. If you do not want that, now is the time to say so."

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Asher wanted to do it on purpose.

Not a mistake made in the middle of mind-blowing sex, but because he wants to. Nathaniel doesn't care that he gains nothing tangible out of it. What he gains is intangible and means more to him than he can express. Because Asher chooses him.

A bright, stunning smile dawns on Nathaniel's face, and he leans in to press a relatively chaste kiss to Asher's lips. "Yes. I want that. I want you."

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Asher smiles back just as brightly, running his fingertips down Nathaniel's chest softly.

"Do you want to be restrained?" He asks, hunger starting to bleed into his voice, want for Nathaniel colouring his words.

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A shiver runs down Nathaniel's spine. Just the way Asher could use his voice was a temptation.

"Yes," he whispers. "I trust you."

Asher had, honestly, not done anything to lose that trust, and Nathaniel is secure in this. He trusts Asher, will follow his vampire wherever Asher asks him to go.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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"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.