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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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"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?"

Nathaniel lifts his head in order to look into the playful gaze, smirking.

"You wish to simply spend time with me?"

See the kitty-gray eyes flash with warning for Asher to choose his words wisely.

Asher nods, wary of that flash of warning in Nathaniel's eyes.

"I wish to spend time with you, as I always do," he murmurs, still cupping Nathaniel's ass, hips rolling, pushing up against Nathaniel's, almost absent-mindedly.

"I do not need to feed." He grins, a little wolfishly. "I would very much like for us to be wearing less clothes, but truthfully, I would be happy to sit here and read to you."

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.