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[nathaniel_kitten]

Mons had shown him the clearing.

It was once carefully tended to, he thinks, but it's slightly overgrown now. The moss under his bare back is thick, and the night sky above is mostly obscured by branches and vines. The ivy has already begun to turn a bright, fiery shade, and Nathaniel thinks it reminds him of his hair.

Beside him, sprawled on the moss with him, is Mons, the great, white wolf usually watching over Moon. Rigel had taken to tagging along with Jason, and Mons had adopted him. He strokes her thick fur slowly, absently, his eyes caught on the twinkle of one star.

Damian's words still echo through his mind, and Asher's absence in his life since the day before the full moon has been acute. Still, he hides. He knows he hides, but he's not sure why. Maybe because of what he'd said to Damian about Julianna, or because he's afraid of Asher saying something that would ruin the tentative peace... or because he's simply scared to death of losing everything he's trying so hard to hold onto.

The burn of the silver clasp at his nape, the leopard Asher had gifted him with, is his tangible reminder that, for now, he belonged to the master vampire.

He holds tight to that thought.

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Nathaniel is lost in the sensations Asher expertly creates in his body, and he yowls, lavender eyes slowly bleeding into blue-flecked gray. His hands grasp at Asher as his own hips slam down to meet that merciless strength of his lover. Nathaniel trembles with each painfully-pleasurable thrust into him, his cock impossibly hard between them as he hangs onto that last tenuous strand of control.

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"Come," Asher orders, kissing Nathaniel hard, claiming him utterly. "Now," he adds, close himself, knowing it will take little to push him over the edge.

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The command is followed instantly.

With the taste of blood on his tongue and pain searing his body, Nathaniel's back bows sharply as he yowls. He shudders as he comes, his heels digging into the ground as he writhes. It's like a fire in his flesh, and it lasts until the very last moment before his body goes lax, spent and exhausted.

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"Beautiful," Asher breathes, thrusting hard into Nathaniel's writhing body, losing control. His thrusts are deep, ragged, hard enough that a mere mortal would not be able to withstand the force.

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Nathaniel is pliant, hovering in that golden glow of sated pleasure, still out of reach of the pains inflicted upon his body. He receives Asher easily, his body able to withstand the brunt of the vampire's strength. Moans and choked cries still leave his lips. His eyes are half closed as he gazes up at Asher, watching, savoring every moment.

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Asher moans brokenly, clawing at the ground as he loses control, wave after wave of pleasure rolling over him, drowning him in lilac eyes, the scent of vanilla.

He slumps over Nathaniel, utterly spent, a warm (for once) weight on top of the leopard.

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It is only once the movement stops, as he's panting on the ground and staring up at the sky through copper and gold silk, that Nathaniel begins to feel the depth of his wounds. He knows he won't be able to sit for at least a day, and the bruising was deep, the blood loss extensive.

And, knowing that, he weakly wraps his arms around Asher and begins to purr, loud and contentedly.

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Asher laughs softly, turning his head to nuzzle Nathaniel's cheek, blood still rushing through his veins, making him feel energised, though he's enjoying the press of Nathaniel's body against his far too much to move.

The purring is reassuring, Asher glad that Nathaniel enjoyed this, that for now at least, their relationship is on a more even keel.

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Nathaniel feels tired and satisfied, though the dizziness that comes with losing blood is slowly creeping up on him. When he speaks, his words are somewhat slurred.

"Can't go back to Anita tonight," he says. "I'm a mess."

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Asher smiles, kissing Nathaniel softly.

"You can stay with me, cher. We will tell Anita you fell asleep after I fed upon you. It is the truth, after all." He smirks. They just don't have to tell Anita everything that happened between times...

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There is some nuzzling of Asher's hair.

Nathaniel feels drunk on pain, pleasure, and feeding.

"I love you," he breathes, dazed and drowsy. "Even if you don't talk to me, I love you."

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Asher frowns, though he can hardly disagree.

"I'm sorry, mon chat," he murmurs, brushing Nat's hair back from his face, gently petting him, trying to coax more purring.

"I shall try. Je t'aime aussi," he adds, kissing Nat before slowly pulling away, enough to dress, to slowly manhandle Nathaniel back into his clothes.

"Do you wish me to carry you?" He asks, once they are both almost-decent.

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Nathaniel winces, remaining on his knees rather than trying to stand or sit on his backside which simply aches.

"I can..." He blinks, eyes large and dazed. "I'm sleepy."

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Asher smiles, lifting Nathaniel, one arm around his shoulders, the other under his knees. He kisses the leopard, then whispers,

"Put your arms around my neck, cher." Once Nathaniel is holding on firmly, Asher rises from the ground, their hair billowing in the wind as Asher flies up through the trees.

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There is more nuzzling of the vampire's throat, Nathaniel's purr kicking up once more as he closes his eyes. He feels the best he's felt in a long time, and he quietly hopes that the feeling lingers. Nathaniel isn't sure when it will happen again, and so he basks in this quietness of his soul and body while he can.

"Thank you," he rumbles, the words slightly distorted by his purr.

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Asher smiles, kissing the top of Nathaniel's head, keeping his gaze ahead as he flies them back to the bar, circling the buildings and alighting on Nathaniel's windowsill rather than use the front door. It's empty, thankfully, and from there it's simple enough to sneak through to his own windowless room, a sleepy Nathaniel cradled in his arms.