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[nathaniel_kitten]

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_kitten]

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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_kitten]

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.

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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.

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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.

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Asher nearly snarls into the kiss, taking each bruising thrust and giving back in kind, nails scraping down Nathaniel's spine. He's completely open under Nathaniel, winding his body around his leopard's, soft moans choked out with each snap of Nat's hips.

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The pain pulls Nathaniel back to himself, and on one inward thrust, he pauses, panting, his eyes shut as he pants. He doesn't want to hurt Asher. He doesn't want to be that, not now, not on the heels of what had just happened.

Slowly, Nathaniel's eyes open, still gray, but less cat-like. He leans in to gently lap the blood from Asher's lips, his tongue dipping into Asher's mouth, and his movements in and out of his vampire become more controlled, more tender. He moans low in his throat, able to focus entirely on what he's feeling, and by doing that, the beast is slowly pushed down, Nathaniel regaining control of himself.

"Asher," he breathes into a kiss. "I'm sorry..."

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Asher shakes, his lips parting as Nathaniel gently kisses them clean of blood, feeling his tongue lave his lips until the kiss tastes only of their skin.

He closes his eyes, shaking his head.

"You have no need to apologise," he whispers. "I wanted..." He kisses Nathaniel's throat, hiding his face as he continues, "I wanted you to use me."

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Nathaniel pauses again, buried inside Asher, and frowns.

"Use you? Why... would you want that? How..." Nathaniel's heart simply drops. "How could you think I would do that?"

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Asher nuzzles Nathaniel's throat again, kissing soft skin.

"You felt that I had used you," he murmurs, without emotion. "I didn't want you you to be gentle, I wanted..." his normal eloquence has deserted him.

[nathaniel_kitten]

As wonderful as it feels to be inside Asher, Nathaniel sits up and back, withdrawing completely. He remains kneeling between Asher's thighs, staring at his lover in utter disbelief.

"The first time you let me take you, and you use it as punishment." Nathaniel's voice, just like Asher's, is carefully devoid of emotion. "You'd use me all over again just to suit your purpose."

Asher had explained why he'd done as he'd done to his younger self, and Nathaniel had understood, in a way. It had been the desire to show him how sex could be more than a job, that it could be enjoyable, that pleasure worked both ways. Yes, he'd paid for it for the chance to show Nathaniel that, but Nathaniel admits that short of using his vampire tricks, there'd been no other option for Asher to get Nathaniel into bed with him that night. No apology had been asked for, and none had been given.

But this... wasn't about pleasure, and this was the first time since becoming Asher's lover that Nathaniel felt dirty.

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Asher leans up on his elbows, shaking his head.

"No, Nathaniel, I would never use you..." he reaches out, tentative and unsure, brushing his fingertips against Nathaniel's side as he sits up.

He sighs, covering his face with one hand, trying to think of how to explain this, of how, for his entire life, being taken has always been punishment, always been when he had done something wrong. Just saying that, of course, would be far too simple.

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Nathaniel looks away, arousal wilting quickly as tears fill his eyes.

"You wanted to punish yourself, and I was to be the instrument of that."

To Nathaniel, that was being used.

He shakes his head, closing his lilac eyes as two tears trace down his cheeks.

"You know, I don't get off on causing people pain. I'm a masochist, not a sadist, and punishing you was the last damn thing on my mind, Asher."

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Asher sits up.

"I know, mon chat." His legs curl inwards around Nathaniel, his feet brushing his leopard's. He reaches out to brush away Nathaniel's tears, any arousal of his own dying away, flush fading from his skin.

"I..." he falters, steels himself, closes his eyes to avoid Nathaniel's gaze. "I am unused to this being anything but a punishment," he murmurs. "Other than Jean Claude, any man who has topped me has been doing it out of cruelty, malice." He shifts, drawing his legs from around Nathaniel, curling up, leaning his head on Nathaniel's lap, his eyes closed. It's a wordless apology, a plea for Nathaniel not to push him away, as his fingers curl around Nathaniel's leg.

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"So... you initiated this... knowing..."

His hand rests motionless in Asher's hair.

"It wasn't because of pleasure or love... you didn't want me to take you because it would be enjoyable for you."

It hurts. It hurts deep inside where he thought no one could hurt him anymore. He'd been relegated to the pile of men Belle and other vampires had used to torture Asher, while Jean-Claude remains the only one to have taken Asher out of love.

He feels sick.

"I... don't feel so well," he says, and he wriggles out from under Asher and hits the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. He's lucky to make it to the toilet, and at least his tears are hidden in his heaving.

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"No, I..." Asher says weakly, knowing that Nathaniel has misunderstood and not able to do anything to repair it. He groups Nathaniel with Jean Claude in his head, different from all the punishment he suffered. That was exactly the problem; he wanted to be punished, but he couldn't bear it to be Nathaniel doing so.

He listens to Nathaniel retch, sliding off the bed and grabbing his robe. He slides it on, not bothering to tie it, walking to the door.

"Nathaniel?" He knocks gently, pressing his forehead to the door, his other hand flat against the wood, as if he can touch Nathaniel through it. "Can I please come in?"

[nathaniel_kitten]

Nathaniel braces himself over the toilet and flushes, the cool rush of clean water wonderful on his hot face. He sniffles, and then spits several times, waiting for the worst of it to pass.

"It's your bathroom," he says, though not too loudly. He knows Asher can hear him just fine. "I won't keep you from it."