Incubus Dreams - October 16th-18th

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Since their discussion with Anita, Asher and Nathaniel haven't really discussed much. They've simply been enjoying the freedom without guilt Anita's acceptance has allowed them. But Nathaniel knows there is something they really do need to talk about. As reluctant as he is to break the comfortable joy Asher and he have been savoring, he knows better than to let something fester.

Nathaniel climbs into bed with Asher, sitting beside the dead form of his lover, and waits for the sun to set enough for Asher to wake. He smiles faintly, brushing his fingers through beautiful golden hair, his heart tightening with how much he feels for Asher. It never lessens, that gut-turning need to be close to Asher and never let go, and Nathaniel never wants it to become less intense.

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Life flows back into Asher, his limbs growing just a little warmer to the touch, just a little softer. He stirs, slowly, smiling even before he opens his eyes as he picks up on Nathaniel's presence. He rolls over, sliding his arm around Nathaniel's waist, kissing his hip as he squirms closer.

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Nathaniel closes his eyes, moaning softly at that sinful touch to his sensitive hip, his fingers continuing to comb through Asher's hair. He parts his bare legs, allowing Asher to be closer. The mark of Asher's bite is still there on his thigh, always there, and he smiles.

"Do you want to feed?" he murmurs, wanting Asher to have all he needs before they talk.

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Asher slides closer, his movements more liquid, boneless, than when he is more fully awake. When he first comes to life, he's always a little more human-seeming.

He kisses the inside of Nathaniel's thigh, humming happily. Biting down, he looks up at Nathaniel, tangling their fingers together as he feeds.

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A gasp leaves his lips, his fingers tightening on Asher's, and Nathaniel holds that pale blue gaze. This is one of many reasons why Nathaniel had refused to return to Anita's full time. These moments would be lost to him if he never slept beside the dead vampire, woke with Asher. After so many months of feeding Asher, he barely even notices the pain anymore, able to fully focus on the simple pleasure of feeding him.

His other hand comes up and combs through Asher's hair as Nathaniel blinks slowly, shivers. There was nothing quite like feeding Asher, and Nathaniel would never give it up.

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Asher nearly purrs, his eyes sliding closed as Nathaniel's fingers move through his hair. He reaches up with his free hand, fingertips brushing the silver rings through Nathaniel's nipples, tugging gently at first, then twisting.

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Nathaniel cries out, thighs tensing as desire unfurls inside of him rapidly. Pleasure spikes at the teasing of his nipple, the irritated skin from the silver smarting and then out-right stinging from the play. His cock slowly fills, arousal warm and heavy.

"And here I was trying to be good," he whispers roughly, fingers trailing from Asher's hair down the vampire's throat. Nathaniel shudders, insanely turned on for some reason, when he feels Asher's throat work, swallow his blood.

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Asher laughs, the sound muffled by Nathaniel's flesh. He glances up at Nathaniel, his gaze showing what he thinks of that idea.

He lets his hand slide down Nathaniel's front, his fingers brushing over the head of Nathaniel's cock, a tease as he pulls his hand away.

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Hips shifting, trying to prolong that touch, Nathaniel whimpers when Asher only teases him. He would endure days of sweet, teasing torture for Asher. Nathaniel knows that only too well.

"Shame on you," he says, voice a little deeper. "Teasing a wild cat."

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Asher just slides his hand back up Nathaniel's front, pushing him down amongst the pillows, as he slows his feeding, pulling back, lapping at the wound for a few minutes more. He grabs a gauze pad from the pile beside the bed, pressing it to Nathaniel's thigh as he moves up, kissing Nat hungrily.

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Nathaniel's hands dive into Asher's hair as he surrenders completely to the blood-tainted kiss. He keeps his legs spread with Asher between them, waiting until his body's healing -- enhanced by his marks with Asher -- clot the wound. While he waits, though, he devours his vampire's mouth, tongue chasing each remnant of his own blood around Asher's mouth.

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Asher presses close, biting gently at Nathaniel's lip, his hand still pressing against Nathaniel's thigh. He's more awake now, in every way, rubbing against Nathaniel's thigh. He is in the mood to hurt Nathaniel tonight, and once he can bear to tear himself away from Nathaniel's mouth, it will be made obvious.

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Whatever Asher's mood, Nathaniel flows easily with it. A leaf on the river's surface. When he feels as if he's suffocating, Nathaniel pulls back enough to gasp in several breaths, his head light with arousal, lack of oxygen, and blood loss. He stares into Asher's eyes, and then licks slowly at Asher's lower lip, tempting him with breath and tongue.

"Good evening," he murmurs, a slight upward curve to his lips.

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"Bon nuit, mon chat," Asher purrs, pulling up, rising easily to sit up, covers pooled around his waist.

"I hope you have no plans tonight, cher," he murmurs. "I thought we could spend it here."

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"I'm all yours," Nathaniel breathes, watching Asher move.

Fascinated by the play of muscle under pale skin.

"We can do whatever you'd like," he says, eyes still moving over Asher's body. "And afterwards, we can talk."

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"Talk?" Asher asks, even as he leans over the edge of the bed, drawing a box out from underneath; one Nathaniel should recognise instantly, by now.

"About what, cher?" He asks, being a little cruel and teasing Nathaniel by stroking the wooden lid of the box, not opening it, not yet.

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Nathaniel's heart picks up in speed when he sees that box.

His eyes are bright as he stares at Asher's hand, stroking that lid.

"After," he whispers, practically vibrating with excitement.

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"After?" Asher asks, his face perfectly blank, even as he's inwardly chuckling. Teasing Nathaniel never fails to amuse him, and especially when Nathaniel looks so very distracted, so very eager.

"Are you sure, mon chat? If it is important, I am happy to discuss it now."

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"I'm sure."

Nathaniel's eyes continue to stare at that hand, almost willing it to open the damn lid and pull out the toys they'll play with.

"After."

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Asher smirks as he slowly opens the lid, watching Nathaniel's eyes follow the movement, listening as his lover holds his breath.

"How hard, cher?" He asks softly. "Blood or bruises?"

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Nathaniel's eyes slowly, dazedly, move to look at Asher.

"Which do you want, Asher?" he whispers. "Do you want to see bruises or blood?"

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Asher runs his finger along the blade of a knife, tilting his head, considering.

"Blood," he says at last, picking up the knife by the hilt, turning it slowly in his hand, letting it glint in the light.

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A shudder wracks his body, and Nathaniel looks away, almost ashamed by how badly he wants what Asher is about to give him.

"Yes," he practically pants, painfully aroused already. "Blood."

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Asher nods, firmly, setting the box aside for now. He looks at Nathaniel consideringly, trying to decide just how he wants Nathaniel restrained. Kneeling, or lying down? Front, or back?

So many ways, so little time...

"Lie down, mon chat," he says at last, already reaching for leather cuffs from the box, buckling them around Nathaniel's wrists quickly and efficiently.

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Nathaniel shivers as he lays back, the minute trembling of his muscles almost constant as he tries to calm down. He hasn't pushed Asher for a rough session between them since the mess with Anita had begun. While he had craved it at times, he'd clung to the intimacy and quiet lovemaking rather than blood and screams and pain.

But now... now that he is about to be given exactly that, he absolutely craves it like one being given a hit from their addiction of choice.

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Asher lifts Nathaniel's arms above his head one by one, attaching the cuffs to the headboard. He runs his hands down Nathaniel's arms from wrist to shoulder, trying to soothe the light trembling, hoping it's from anticipation rather than fear.

He picks up the knife, letting the flat of the blade rest against Nathaniel's chest, the tip just pricking his throat.