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Nathaniel's been sleeping a lot.

He's not really quite sure how much time has actually passed, but he thinks he remembers seeing Asher awake at least three times. It could have all been in one night, it could have been three different nights. He isn't sure. Any attempt to pull him from blissful sleep has been met with solid resistance and a determined mind to go back to sleep. Save for a handful of bathroom trip and some drinks of water, Nathaniel has simply stayed curled up in bed.

But now, Asher is being insistent. Nathaniel pries his eyes open and looks at his vampire, blinking several times. He swallows, unsticking his tongue from the roof of his mouth, and licks his lips.

"I'm tired," he murmurs, voice husky with sleep.

Tired might have something to do with little food or water and a great big dollop of depression, but he tries not to be bitchy about anything. Nathaniel shifts in bed, drawing his knees up to his chest, and stares at Asher, trying to not think about Anita.

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Nathaniel forgets briefly about the hard flesh in his hand, focusing entirely on that barely-there penetration. He lets his head loll back, auburn hair pooling in the warm water.

"Asher," he whispers, trying to force more of Asher's finger into him with a shift of his hips.

The warm water swirls around them, heating up Asher's skin, his own hair wet almost up to his shoulders. He leans forward, kissing Nathaniel's temptingly-displayed throat, slowly pushing his finger in deeper.

Times like these are when Nathaniel is acutely reminded that Asher is a lover. His vampire has spent centuries honing this craft, and Nathaniel marvels at the patience and skill.

Nathaniel moans again, and he tries to follow Asher's lead, tries to let himself just feel. Just feel and accept everything Asher gives to him tonight.

Asher plans to drive every thought from Nathaniel's mind, everything but the feel of their bodies together, his mouth, his hands, on his lover's body. He cannot make Anita accept them, but he can help Nathaniel to forget.

He bows his head, sucking and nipping at Nathaniel's smooth, pale chest, his fangs gently scraping the skin as Asher twists his finger, inching slowly deeper, determined to drive Nathaniel out of his mind with pleasure.

Nathaniel's hands tighten in Asher's hair, gasping softly. He wants to sit back against that finger, take more inside, but he also wants to arch his chest, bring Asher's mouth to his pierced nipple. It's not hard for him to turn all his attention to Asher, to the way his body shudders and trembles, rocks and seeks, wanting more -- wanting anything more.

"You'll drive me crazy," Nathaniel mewls, staring sightlessly up at the bathroom ceiling. "I used to have so much control... so much control..."

A few months with Asher and it all changes for him.

Asher is a little smug that he can rip Nathaniel's control away from him, so very easily.

His tongue plays with one of the silver rings that grace Nathaniel's nipples, sucking it into his mouth, catching it between his teeth and tugging. He hums happily, a second finger gently stroking Nathaniel's entrance, the tip just slipping inside and no more.

His cry echoes in the enclosed room, the tugging burn at his nipple a perfect counterpoint to that teasing slowness at his opening. It's deliciously cruel, and Nathaniel is prepared to simply drown in it.

"I..." It takes him a moment to form the sentence. "I can't do much in this position for you."

Asher slowly releases the silver ring, pulling back enough to look at Nathaniel, wide-eyed and flushed with pleasure.

"This is enough, mon chat," he murmurs huskily. "Believe me."

Asher's voice as he speaks pulls Nathaniel's attention to his vampire. Nathaniel rights his head and looks at Asher, into those eyes filled with lust and power and love. His fingers trail near one eye, and then he cups Asher's cheek and draws him into a deep, thorough kiss, Nathaniel's tongue chasing after Asher's. As he breaks the kiss, Nathaniel scrapes his tongue along a fang, intentionally nicking himself, his blood blossoming between their lips.

Asher moans, unable to keep the kiss gentle with Nathaniel taunting him so. It turns hungry, deep, as Asher slides a second finger inside him, rocking his hand slowly, pushing a little deeper with each thrust.

Nathaniel's moan is fed into the kiss. Caught between the hunger of Asher's kiss and the pleasure of his vampire's fingers spreading him, Nathaniel makes the slow ascent of arousal. His cock bobs in the water, occasionally rubbing against Asher, but that's only a momentary thrill of pleasure. His whole focus now is the kiss and those fingers and how wonderful it feels to be with Asher.

"Do you need more?" Asher asks, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down Nathaniel's throat, nuzzling the hollow where his collarbones meet.

"Or can I take you now?"

"Now," Nathaniel whispers as he exposes more of his throat to Asher.

All he wants, right now, is Asher, and he doesn't need anything more to prepare him for that. He reaches between them to stroke Asher's cock again, swiping his thumb over the tip with a moan.

Asher pulls his hand free slowly, grasping Nathaniel's hips, pulling him close, the head of his cock nudging Nathaniel's entrance.

Nathaniel's fingers tangle in Asher's hair, and he brings their lips together as he feels the touch of Asher's sex against him. He lowers himself, moving slowly and carefully. Without lube, it was a little more tricky, but Nathaniel works himself down Asher, the friction of their joining pulling a moan from him as he kisses Asher again and again.

As he settles in Asher's lap once more, Nathaniel realizes just how much he's missed this. Days of moping in bed, of Asher's care and patience, but this makes all the melancholy disappear. The only thought he has is of Asher and their lovemaking, and he doesn't mind that one bit.

Asher groans, kissing Nathaniel back gently, again, and again, kisses without end and still he can't get enough. He slides deeper inside of Nathaniel, arms tight around him. This was his aim, after all, to make Nathaniel forget - and his own thoughts, his own worries, seem far less urgent.

Nathaniel's hands move over Asher's shoulders and chest, the soft sound of water sloshing with the gentle rise and fall of his body on Asher's lap. His lips trail over Asher's face, kissing cheeks, nose, chin, until he ducks down and begins to kiss and suckle at Asher's throat once more. Nathaniel is continuously drawn to Asher's neck, and he groans against the skin there, nipping as he shudders against his vampire.

Asher both loves and hates Nathaniel's fascination with his neck; loves, because it feels so very good. Hates, because it immediately makes him forget what he's doing, forget to concentrate on anything other than moaning, arching up, his head falling back.

His nails bite into pale skin as he clutches at Nathaniel, his hips moving a little harder, pushing up into Nathaniel.

"Ah!" Nathaniel cries out against Asher's throat. Heat courses through him as they move together, and he lifts his head to kiss Asher's lips again.

"I like your neck," he whispers between kisses. "I like making you forget yourself and just feel."

To make his point, he ducks down and presses teeth to the bruise he'd already left behind while squeezing the muscles of his backside around Asher.

Shuddering, Asher gasps quietly, his nails scoring lines down Nathaniel's asscheeks.

"And you do so far too easily," he murmurs roughly, his eyes closed.

Nathaniel laughs softly, though the laugh becomes a moan as Asher's nails leave stinging ribbons in their wake. "Only when we make love," he murmurs against Asher's ear.

"Of course," Asher murmurs, turning his head a little, nipping Nathaniel's ear. "Is there any better time to make me forget myself?"

The leopard shudders, his rocking motions keeping Asher deep within him. "No," he whispers, tilting his head to expose eat and throat. "It's the best time."

He bites gently at Nathaniel's throat, his nails scoring lines down Nathaniel's back in counterpoint, Asher arching his hips as best he can to push deeper into Nathaniel.

Nathaniel moans, tugging lightly at Asher's hair. Pleasure builds in such a slow, perfect fashion that it almost sneaks up on him. One moment he's rocking back and forth, holding tightly to Asher, and the next he's panting, the sounds uneven and raspy. One hand leaves Asher's hair and moves between their shifting bodies, wrapping around his own cock. The next moan has a needy edge to it as Nathaniel begins to stroke himself, using his other hand to keep Asher's mouth against his throat.

Asher's intent to have him forget everything but them tonight has succeeded, because the only thought in Nathaniel's mind is the feel of Asher inside him, the smell of his vampire, and the growing pleasure between his legs.