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He'd dressed again after his run, putting his socks, shoes, belt, and jacket back on. Nathaniel can smell Asher through the door, and he lingers outside, brow pressed to the wood.

It hurts his heart to think his lover -- oh, he had trusted Asher -- had used him. Paid him for sex. Paid him for what he would have willingly given for free now. Paid for that small piece of himself that had been no one's until Asher.

Nathaniel sighs softly, the fury having bled from him with the run, and he finally turns the knob of the door, walking into the room without knocking. He didn't need to knock. Asher would have heard his very heartbeat through that door.

He's dressed in black from head to toe, the only thing not leather is the shirt tucked into his trousers. His hair is unbound, a little wild from the forest, and he shuts the door, leaning against it as he stares at Asher.

Everything about his posture, his scent, the shadows in his eyes, speaks to not be touched. If he could, he'd have this conversation without being looked at either, but he knows that is impossible.

When he speaks, he can't seem to help the sharp edge to his words, a hardness coming to his eyes as he looks at that beautiful, perfect face he loves so much. "Was I worth it?" he asks. "Worth every penny you paid, or should I be offering you a belated refund?"

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Asher nods, sliding his arms around Nathaniel's waist.

"I loved you, because you were Nathaniel, no matter how thin and bruised and hurting you were. Because I knew what it was like to be used, and I wanted you to feel cherished and loved, for a short while at least."

"And now?" he asks, hands pressed to Asher's chest. "Am I different in your eyes now? Less? More broken? Am I in even greater need of being fixed?"

"You are Nathaniel," Asher answers simply. "I knew a little of your past. Seeing you as you were then changes nothing of the man you are now." He tilts his head, raises one arm to cup Nathaniel's face, his thumb gently caressing Nathaniel's cheek, just beside his mouth.

"I love you. And you are still mon chat, just as you were before."

A tear wets Asher's fingers.

"I wanted to be better than that for you," he murmurs. Nathaniel closes his eyes. "I love you, Asher. As stupid as it sounds, I love you so much sometimes it hurts, and I get so scared that I'll fuck it all up because you're just so... you... and I'm just me. I'm just that boy with a little more meat on his bones and a leopard rooming inside."

"Do you remember what I told you, after we made love?" Asher whispers, kissing the tears away softly.

"Cher, my mistress sold my body for centuries. I was nothing more than her toy." He bows his head, not wanting to talk about this, his past more painful than anything. Anything, that is, bar seeing Nathaniel upset.

"The image you have of me...who I am now...I do not want to disappoint you." He falls silent, memories swimming to the surface, all the times he bedded men, women, couples, all at Belle's command. The humiliation he suffered at her hand, the people he forcibly addicted to the ardeur.

Nathaniel frowns.

"You could never disappoint me."

He was disappointment enough to himself.

"Mon chevalier, remember?" he asks.

Asher nods, tugging Nathaniel closer. He wants to live up to Nathaniel's expectations, be the perfect man that Nathaniel believes him to be. It's part of the reason he refuses to mark Nathaniel further; because then Nathaniel will find out he is a fraud. That he's not good, not at all.

Nathaniel settles firmly against Asher, the leather of his clothes creaking a bit.

"Can I ask you something?" he murmurs, his eyes taking on a serious glint again.

Asher pauses, then nods slowly.

"Of course, mon chat. Ask me anything," he murmurs, though he has a feeling he'll regret saying it.

"Did you want to be a vampire?"

Nathaniel bites his lip, uncertain if he should have even asked, but he figures if Asher got time with his former self, he could ask at least one question.

"I was not given a choice," Asher murmurs, his face growing blank, lest he gave away any emotion stirred up by the thoughts of Belle, of how he came to be as he is now.

"I cannot imagine any other life, now. If I were given the choice now...I do not know what I would choose."

He knows that expression, and Nathaniel ceases any further questioning.

"I know the feeling," he murmurs, looking away.

Asher gently touches Nathaniel's cheek, turning his face towards him, leaning up to softly kiss Nathaniel's mouth, close-lipped, sweet.

"What did the others think of your younger self?" He asks.

"They wanted to save me."

Nathaniel brushes his lips across Asher's.

"You all want to save me, even now."

"You inspire protectiveness in people," Asher murmurs, sliding his arms around Nathaniel, slowly leaning back, until he's half-lying on his bed, Nathaniel sprawled on top of him. He kisses Nathaniel again, distracting him.

Nathaniel shrugs out of the long jacket, tossing it to the floor.

"I think I need to give you something, to make up for something that night. A... disappointment... of yours."

Asher frowns, torn between curiosity and deep suspicion.

"I do not need anything, mon chat," he murmurs, gently kneading the back of Nathaniel's neck.

"Of course you do."

Nathaniel pulls back enough to take off his shirt, bringing Asher's hands to his hips, to hold him, touch him. He flicks his hair over one shoulder and leans down, hovering over Asher's lips.

"The blood of a heroin-addicted mortal couldn't have satisfied you, even if you loved me," he murmurs. "I want to make up for that."

Asher hums softly, brushing a kiss against Nathaniel's throat.

"I drank so that I could fuck you, so that I could bring you pleasure," he murmurs, his lips against Nathaniel's skin, fangs pricking soft flesh. "It was not about my satisfaction." He's a little hungry, yes, but feeding off Nathaniel is rarely about sating that need. Not solely that need, anyway...

"Whose satisfaction was it about?" he breathes.

See the wily cat lure the dangerous vampire into a trap.

"Yours," Asher murmurs, entirely distracted by said wily cat in his lap, his hands cupping Nathaniel's leather-clad ass, exploring slowly.

Nathaniel noses Asher's chin, until his vampire's throat was exposed. He licks broadly up the pale expanse, nipping just above the vocal chords.

"Then my satisfaction should still be a priority, and it would satisfy me greatly if you would feed," he says, littering Asher's throat with little bites as he presses back into those hands.

Asher shudders, his eyes falling closed, making a soft sound in his throat as Nathaniel nuzzles and licks his neck. His hands knead Nathaniel's ass, head falling back.

"And if I have already fed this evening?" From Bar, so not nearly as satisfying as Nathaniel's blood, but nonetheless, it is enough to have him growing hard as he rocks up against Nathaniel.

"Then," he murmurs, zeroing in on one portion of Asher's throat, "I think we may have a problem and I should go sleep with Jason until you're hungry again."

Nathaniel smirks as he sucks fiercely on that spot he's been biting and licking, moving against Asher slowly. It gives him a deep sense of pleasure that he can do this to Asher, that he can make him hard with kisses and touches, that it's him, nothing else.

Just him.

Asher pouts, just a little, though there's a playful twinkle in his eyes.

"So you do not want to spend time with me if I do not feed upon you?"