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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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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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Asher reaches up, unfastening Nathaniel's cuffs, freeing his hands as he kisses his leopard again.

"You have been so very good," he murmurs, one hand leaving Nathaniel's face to twist a silver ring in his fingers, tug hard at sensitive skin, still reddened and swollen from his earlier attentions.

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Nathaniel cries out into Asher's mouth, his arms immediately going around his vampire. He returns each kiss, his hips seeking out every and any contact with Asher.

"Your... your cat," he pants as the pleasure rushes in on him once more. He breaks away from the kisses, tossing his head back, and takes gasping breaths as he tries to both meet every thrust of Asher's hips and press his chest up against Asher's fingers.

He is consumed, simple as that.

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"Mine, always," Asher promises, closing his mouth over the wound on Nathaniel's throat, sucking hard at the still-bleeding mark, hips slamming into Nathaniel. He cannot hold back, cannot be gentle despite the soft words, the endearments that he's spoken.

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The pain at his throat and the increase in strength behind Asher's thrusts yank a yowl out of Nathaniel. His hands tug at Asher's hair, but hold him to his throat, and he pushes up with each slam of Asher's hips. Nathaniel's eyes stare sightlessly at Asher's ceiling as pleasure tingles at the base of his spine, coiling low in his stomach, and his toes curl into the bed.

When another powerful thrust, another suck on his throat, Nathaniel's arms tighten around Asher and he screams, his climax raging through him unchecked. He trembles, his whole body tightening around Asher, holding him close and deep, and he can't think of anything quite as perfect as this moment, as Asher.

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Asher snarls as he comes, moments after Nathaniel, savage an wild, tearing his mouth away from Nathaniel's neck, knowing he's likely to do damage if he continues to feed, to suck at the tempting wound.

He's pleased that Nathaniel's come without his command, oddly proud as he slumps over Nathaniel, panting, his eyes fluttering closed. He's exausted in every way, even Nathaniel's blood doing little to rouse him.

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Eyes closed, Nathaniel begins to purr, stroking his trembling fingers through Asher's hair. He likes the solid weight of Asher against him, the wetness of seed in his backside, and the throbbing pain at his throat and chest. If Asher had wanted to make up for the pain of earlier, he had more than accomplished his goal. Nathaniel feels not only thoroughly possessed, but utterly sated and loved.

"We're a mess," he whispers. "I need to clean up and have some Gatorade before we go to bed."

He has no intention of joining Anita and the others tonight. Tonight, and through the day, he is Asher's, and nothing could tear him away from his vampire.

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Asher reluctantly rolls off of Nathaniel, though he keeps one hand on Nathaniel's face, stroking softly. He doesn't want to clean up, doesn't want to lose contact with Nathaniel for a second. At least this time, he knows that the marks are affecting him - with the first, he thought he was simply going mad.

"There should be a bottle or two in the fridge," he murmurs, having invested in a mini-fridge when Nathaniel started making regular visits, keeping a few bottles of Gatorade, some power bars, to keep his leopard's energy up.

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Nathaniel presses a lingering kiss to Asher's lips, not wanting to part, either, but he's thirsty and bloody and he knows how particular Asher is about neatness.

He moves slowly, careful not to become dizzy, and disappears into Asher's bathroom. It only takes him a few minutes to clean himself up, but then he gets caught by his reflection in the mirror. The silver rings glint in the light, and he flicks one, shivering at the pain and slight sting of the metal through his flesh. A deep sense of belonging fills him, and he returns to the bedroom with a cloth in hand.

On his way back to Asher, he grabs a Gatorade, and then mounts the bed, his hair hiding his face and the smile there as he cleans his vampire up. Only then does he sit, legs folded, and sip the drink, closing his eyes for a moment.

"So there are two marks now?" he murmurs between sips.

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Asher nods, sitting up to pick up the silver-backed hairbrush that's still sitting on the side of his bed from earlier in the day, taking a thin section of Nathaniel's hair and carefully beginning to brush it smooth, until it lies like polished copper across Nathaniel's shoulder.

"Yes. The second is still fresh, it will take a few hours to settle, but we now share two marks." He smiles at the thought.

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Nathaniel purrs at the grooming, watching Asher through auburn lashes.

"And what does it mean?" he asks. He probably should have asked that question before he'd agreed to it, but he finds he doesn't really care. It means he's closer to Asher. "And Jean-Claude knows, doesn't he? He knows and isn't happy about it."

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"It means that when you eat, I can taste the food, faintly," he smiles, unable to help it at the thought of tasting food, real food, for the first time in centuries.

"And that I can visit you in your dreams," He smiles, brushing his fingertips against Nathaniel's temple. "You'll feel stronger, have more stamina. And be a little more resistant to vampiric mind tricks."

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Nathaniel bites his lip for a moment.

"Would you be hurt if I said I sometimes miss your mind tricks?"

But more resilience would be a wonderful bonus for him. Maybe he would heal like a normal lycanthrope now.

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Asher chuckles softly, absently letting his gift colour the sound, though it will have little effect on Nathaniel.

"I miss you feeling my gifts," Asher admits. "The pleasure of my bite, certainly."

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Actually, it has quite a lot of effect on him. Much as Jean-Claude's voice still affects Anita. Nathaniel shivers, feels that power move over him, and he stares at Asher.

"Does it ever come back?" he whispers.

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Asher nods, slowly.

"If I were to mark you for a fourth time, then you could choose. To let my bite affect you, or not." No prizes for guessing which Nathaniel would choose, most of the time at least.

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Nathaniel glances at Asher.

"Anita has three marks. So does Richard. They... they have memories from each other, from Jean-Claude."

He's not sure he'd ever want Asher to see his past, see everything he'd done or the things that had been done to him. The things he'd learned to love and enjoy and crave.

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Asher nods, slowly.

"Yes. That is one of the side effects," he murmurs quietly. "There is no rush, cher." He doesn't particularly want a long conversation about this just now - he's as tired as Nathaniel, from all the events of the past few days, all he wants to do is curl up and rest, die for the day with Nathaniel in his arms.

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Nathaniel smiles at him, happy to put aside what he knows will be a difficult conversation between them. He continues to sip his Gatorade while Asher brushes his hair, a soft purr rumbling in his chest. Just being near Asher, knowing his vampire is safe and whole and alive... it's enough to bring tears to his eyes.