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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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Asher turns his head enough to kiss Nathaniel's hair, shaking his head.

"Non, cher," he murmurs softly. "I will not forget. But let us try and change your association with baths, hm?" Not entirely, of course; once Asher has fed, just enough, he plans on following through on his earlier promise.

Nathaniel nods.

"I'd like that," he says, smiling against Asher's throat.

And then he decides, being so close to Asher's neck, it would be a terrible thing not to make the best of the situation. So, Nathaniel begins to nibble and suck on Asher's throat, teeth scraping where a pulse should be.

Asher moans softly, dropping easily to his knees, still holding Nathaniel in his arms, his lap. He turns off the taps, testing the water quickly before climbing in, keeping Nat in his arms the entire time.

He kisses Nathaniel's neck, nibbles gently just as his leopard had, the only difference being the fangs scraping with a little more intent.

The water is perfect. When someone else usually runs a shower for him, the water tends to be too cold, but Asher knows him. It's just right for his natural body temperature.

Nathaniel tilts his head back and to the side some, pressing his throat eagerly against Asher's lips. A sighing moan leaves his lips, and he runs his hands along Asher's shoulders and arms.

Asher doesn't draw back to ask permission; Nathaniel gives it eagerly, wordlessly, in the baring of his throat, the way his body presses close.

He bites down, moaning at the first burst of fresh, hot blood over his tongue. He's been feeding from Bar ever since they left Anita's room - he still doesn't want to take much, worried about how weak Nathaniel is from not eating.

There is only the softest of whimpers when teeth pierce his throat. Nathaniel has grown used to the pain Asher's bite gives with no magic to buffer it. He closes his eyes, relishing the sensation of Asher's mouth against his throat, and shifts in the water.

"I'll eat if you promise to start feeding from me again," Nathaniel whispers, fingers carding through Asher's hair.

Asher draws back after only a few mouthfuls; enough to get his blood pumping, enough to feed him, but not his usual satiation.

"Done," he murmurs. He slides his hand slowly down Nathaniel's front, letting his nails gently scrape his stomach, before his fingers curl around Nathaniel's cock.

Nathaniel moans, hips shifting forward, his half-erect sex swelling under Asher's knowing touch. He leans in, kissing Asher slowly, deeply. The position -- straddling Asher's lap -- is intensely intimate with an edge of control given to him. His kisses are lingering, tongue delving between sharp teeth while he makes soft, pleased sounds in the back of his throat.

Asher's pleasure grows in turn as Nathaniel rocks in his lap, a soft moan caught in their kiss as he shifts, pulls Nathaniel closer. He loves the taste of Nathaniel's mouth, loves the careful way he kisses, used to his fangs by now.

"Do you know what I like most about when we make love?" Nathaniel whispers, his lips moving over Asher's chin, his fingers tilting Asher's head back. "That I can make you shudder and cry out just by doing this--"

Nathaniel's teeth scrape firmly down Asher's throat, and then he latches on, sucking at the pale skin while his hand snakes into Asher's lap. As his teeth close around flesh, not hard enough to break through, he wraps his hand around Asher's cock and strokes.

Asher does exactly as Nathaniel predicted, water sloshing as he arches up, shaking, a loud cry echoing off the tiled walls.

His free hand fists in Nathaniel's hair, holding him close as he lets his head fall back, damp blonde hair spilling over the edge of the tub.

"Yes, mon chat," he whispers, closing his eyes. "Parfait."

A bruise might not last long on Asher, but Nathaniel puts forth quite a lot of effort to ensure it lasts for a little while. He leaves the first patch of skin and moves up, halfway up Asher's throat, and begins again as his thumb sweeps over the tip of Asher's sex. Nathaniel feels a little thrill at the control Asher offers him; it's control he needs, because outside of Asher's room, Nathaniel feels no control.

When the second mark is dark against Asher's skin, Nathaniel returns to his vampire's lips, panting against them. They move together so perfectly, and Nathaniel's heart aches to know he'd found someone who could love him and master him, be everything he needs and everything he wants, and allows him to be the same in return. "I love you," he whispers, tightening his hand on Asher.

Asher shudders again, closing his hand over Nathaniel's, slowing his strokes. His other hand slides down his leopard's back, two fingers gently stroking across his hole, teasing a little.

Nathaniel's breath shivers over Asher's lips as he presses back against those fingers. He lets his hand still around Asher, though he doesn't let go.

"You're teasing me," Nathaniel purrs, his whole body tense with anticipation.

Asher chuckles softly.

"Yes," he admits easily. "Is that a problem, cher?"

"If it was, would you stop?" he asks, nipping at Asher's lips.

Asher pretends to think about it, kissing Nathaniel quickly.

"No, no I think I would continue," he murmurs, smirking.

"Then it's fortunate for me that I like the teasing," Nathaniel purrs, pushing back against the fingers again. And he returns the favor of teasing sliding his hand up Asher's cock, palming the head, and then squeezing gently. "Fortunate for you too."

Asher laughs, slowly circling Nathaniel's entrance with his fingers, circles that grow ever smaller, until he pushes just the tip of one finger inside.

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.