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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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Nathaniel sits back a little, head tilting curiously.

"You always feed when we have sex."

He's almost confused by this change in the pattern, but his hands move to Asher's shirt, quickly popping each pearl button, his eyes never leaving Asher's.

"The moon is almost full," he says, and he can smell the heat of Asher, his beast snapping its teeth, wanting to sink into flesh.

"Because I need to," Asher explains softly. "Without blood, I cannot perform." He arches his hips off the bed, rubbing suggestively against Nathaniel.

He slides his hands up Nathaniel's back, then down, fingertips sliding (with a little effort) into the back of Nathaniel's sinfully tight leather pants. He likes pre-full-moon Nathaniel.

"Mmm, I can tell," he murmurs approvingly.

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Nathaniel growls softly as their groins rub together, and he shoves Asher's shirt aside. He leans down, capturing a nipple between his teeth, his tongue flicking over it.

A pre-full moon Nathaniel is not likely to wait until given permission to do a damn thing. His nails rake over newly exposed skin while he sucks the nipple between his lips, thrusting lightly against Asher with a moan.

Asher shudders, murmuring quiet encouragement as Nathaniel touches him, bold and hungry. He slides his hands between their bodies, unfastening those damned leather pants, pushing them off Nathaniel's hips.

Asher's other nipple is subjected to a harsh nip for his impatience.

"I was getting to that," he says, grabbing Asher's hands and pressing them to the bed. He licks slowly across Asher's lower lip, his gray eyes holding Asher's husky blue as he does it. "I love you," Nathaniel whispers before he squirms off Asher.

It doesn't take long, and then he's naked, his hair a sunset curtain around him, his cock eager. And then he's tugging at Asher's trousers, tossing the elegant fabric to the floor with his leather. He spreads Asher's legs, licking slowly up one thigh, from knee to groin, his eyes always on Asher.

Asher chuckles, the murmured, "sorry," losing its gravity with the wicked humour in blue eyes. He lets Nathaniel pin him, softly echoing Nathaniel's words as he watches his leopard slide easily down the bed.

While Nathaniel is occupied with his trousers, Asher slides up on to the bed proper, watching Nathaniel with great interest. He cups Nathaniel's face even as he spreads his thighs apart, moaning softly as lips brush against the inside of his knee, moving higher.

When he finishes with one thigh, teeth scraping and tongue licking, Nathaniel begins on the other. As he reaches the space on Asher's thigh where Asher has been marking him on his own, he bites sharply, his fingers brushing over his vampire's sac.

His beast wants to bite, to take, to rut, and the human still inside him wants to prove he's not hopeless. Not helpless. He's a predator, too, now, and he will, if needed, protect himself.

Nathaniel's lips reach Asher's groin, and noses in the amber hair there, inhaling Asher's scent with a growl.

Asher cries out softly at the bite, fisting his hand in auburn hair.

"Yes, mon chat," he breathes, muscles trembling as he fights the urge to arch up. "Suck me, please."

Nathaniel licks his lips, eyes darkening for a moment.

"I did get used to the endearments."

In a smooth, slick motion, Nathaniel takes Asher into his mouth. He takes his time, using his tongue to tease around the head of Asher, and then he slides down deep again. His throat squeezes, he lifts up, teeth scraping lightly over the tip, and then back down. Nathaniel's nails scratch down the inside of Asher's thighs as he sucks, licks, and swallows around Asher, moaning as he loses himself utterly to the act.

"Good," Asher breathes, exhale sliding seamlessly into a low moan, Nathaniel's mouth sinfully good, sucking every coherent thought out of Asher's mind.

His hips twitch upwards, settling into a rocking thrust, pushing deeper into Nathaniel's mouth.

Nathaniel relaxes his throat and jaw, allowing Asher as deeply into his throat as is physically possible. His hand comes up between Asher's legs and cups his balls, squeezing gently, nails scraping ever so lightly over delicate skin.

The scent and taste of Asher was overwhelming to his senses, and he reaches down to wrap the fingers of his other hand around himself. He gives only enough friction to enhance his own arousal, causing him to moan wantonly around Asher.

Asher shudders, spreading his legs wider, slutty and wanton as he thrusts up, slowly, fingertips massaging Nathaniel's scalp as he moans, continues to fuck Nathaniel's mouth.

Pulling off suddenly, Nathaniel pants over Asher's abandoned cock, eyes burning with their own feral need. He can see the position, the invitation that is eagerly given. How many times had he done the exact same thing, and he's pretty sure Asher wants what it is he does in those moments.

Nathaniel sits back on his knees, beginning to see Asher in a slightly different light. He considers for a moment, and then sucks his finger into his mouth, wetting it liberally. He leans over Asher, bracing himself with one hand while the other went questing between Asher's legs.

As he looks down into Asher's face, he gives a tentative, teasing brush of his damp finger over his vampire's opening. Cat eyes watch curiously, intently, and he presses a little more firmly the second time his finger moves along those tight muscles.

Asher watches Nathaniel as light dawns, shivering under his rather feral gaze. He feels wild, a little lost like this, Nathaniel's hunger, his agressiveness, leeching away at Asher's assertiveness.

He nods as Nathaniel asks wordless permission, brushing fingers against him, hand between his thighs. He pushes down, trying to coax Nathaniel into touching him more, pressing into him.

"Yes, mon chat," he breathes.

Nathaniel pulls away long enough to grab the tube of lube from the nightstand drawer. While he knows what sort of court Belle Morte had, he hadn't actually thought -- when given the choice -- that Asher would bottom for anyone... save maybe Jean-Claude.

Nathaniel himself is fluid in his choice, taking the position his partner desired of him, which was more often than not the submissive one. Tonight though, with the lingering fury and the moon pulling at his beast, he doesn't question or pause anymore.

He squeezes out a dollop onto his fingers, dropping the tube to the bed as he hovers over Asher again, fingers circling before one slowly sinks in. "How long has it been?" he asks, a growl lacing his words as he feels the heat and tightness of Asher's body.

Asher moans sweetly, taking Nathaniel's finger without complaint, drawing one knee up as he reaches up for Nathaniel, tugging him down and kissing him.

"Years," he breathes, shuddering as he pushes back, hungry and eager. "Too long," he adds, clenching deliberately around Nat's finger.

"Impatient."

Nathaniel resumes kissing Asher, but he doesn't allow the vampire to dictate the pace or depth of the kisses. He does.

The second finger is added pretty soon after the first, since Asher seems to have no problem with it. It's then that Nathaniel begins to take his time again, slowly fucking Asher with just those two fingers, offering his lover only that contact and his lips.

"A little," Asher admits cheerfully, smirking into the kiss. He slides his hands down Nathaniel's back, slow and steady, palms curving over full asscheeks, his index fingers slipping between even as he tugs Nathaniel closer, as best he can, arching his back at the slow push of two fingers into him.

There's a little snarl into the kiss, but he allows their bodies to touch, his own backside arching up with instinctive want. He kisses Asher deeply, curving his fingers within, spreading them, but mostly he just thrusts in and out in a languid rhythm, marveling at the feel of Asher.

At something he hadn't actually thought to feel with his vampire.

Asher nips at Nathaniel's mouth, turning the kiss a little fiercer, a little more aggressive. He rocks his hips, down onto Nathaniel's hand, up to rub against his leopard's body, cock trapped between their stomachs.

He's impatient, and yet stubborn at the same time, refusing to give in, to ask for more.

Too often, Nathaniel has been made to beg with nothing but sick intent behind it. And he's certain, when Asher was Belle's, he'd been made to beg as well. Begging, Nathaniel decides, is not something that should be between them.

He pulls back, grabbing the lube again, squirting more onto the fingers he withdraws from Asher's body. The gray eyes remain, pupils slightly elongated, and he takes a moment to just... stare... at Asher's body while he slicks himself.

"You really are perfect," he murmurs, the eyes trailing over every valley, every angle. Asher was perfection, beautiful in all respects, and it captivates Nathaniel for a moment.

Asher leans up on his elbows, legs still splayed wide, displaying himself for Nathaniel, and utterly aware of how he looks.

He ducks his head, false modesty, hiding a smile as he glances up at Nat through a veil of hair.

"I want you," he says, simply, as close to a plea as he's likely to get. He closes his hand over Nathaniel's, stroking slowly, making sure Nathaniel is slick and ready for him.

Nathaniel doesn't want or need any pleas.

He presses Asher back down to the bed with a kiss, urging his vampire's legs up, back. Nathaniel hesitates only a moment, and then he surges forward with a low, inhuman yowl. It's a sensation he's not felt in a number of years, the slick heat of another man, and Nathaniel shudders with that first, claiming thrust, his hair a curtain around them as he pants, trying to shove his beast down as it tries to claw up and out of him.

Nathaniel's shudder is echoed by Asher, crying out as Nathaniel slams into him, his back arching up off the bed.

"Yes, mon chat," he murmurs, craning his neck to kiss Nathaniel, biting at Nat's mouth, his fingers leaving white circles where they dig in to Nathaniel's shoulders.

Nathaniel's kiss is almost savage when he withdraws and pushes back in, his hands bunching in the sheets as he moans. His control is thin tonight; it was probably why he'd been so furious when he'd come back into the bar.

It doesn't matter.

He tastes blood in their kiss, and it doesn't matter whose. His beast roars inside him, and the rhythm of Nathaniel's hips becomes demanding, deep, and forceful. It was all-consuming, his tongue tangled with Asher's as he moved in and out of his vampire's body.