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Incubus Dreams - October 16th-18th

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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And now Asher feels even worse. That he can't be happy for Nathaniel and Damian, when his leopard is so willing to allow him all he wants with Jean-Claude, with Anita.

He strips the bed whilst Nathaniel waits for the shower to heat up, quickly putting fresh sheets in their place, carefully remaking the bed. That done, he follows Nathaniel into the shower, stepping in behind him, kissing his shoulder as he reaches for the soap.

"Let me?" He asks softly.

Nathaniel nods. It almost feels like his room, too, since he'd brought all his various toiletries into Asher's bathroom. His shampoo, soap, and conditioner that all smell of vanilla and milk.

"I like when you bathe with me," he murmurs.

"As do I," he whispers in reply, pouring Nathaniel's shampoo into his palm, smiling at the concentrated smell he's come to associate with Nathaniel, carefully lathering up his hair, massaging Nathaniel's scalp with his fingers.

And Nathaniel's purr kicks up, echoing softly in the tiled room. It's loud and happy, rumbling up out of his throat as he leans back into Asher's fingers.

"Do you think we'll always be so complicated?" he asks after few minutes.

Asher smiles softly, scritching harder in response to that purr.

"Would it be worth it if it was not?" He asks.

"I don't know."

Nathaniel turns around, pushing his head under the water.

"You're the first relationship I've ever had, so the closest thing I have to compare this to is what I had with Gabriel."

Asher shampoos his own hair whilst Nathaniel rinses, smiling sadly.

"For that I'm sorry. But in my experience, that which is easy is never worth it, and that which is worth it is never easy."

Carefully, Nathaniel wrings out his hair before picking up the conditioner. He stares at the glob of conditioner in his hand, frowning.

"Are you sorry I've never had a relationship... or sorry the closest I've come until you was Gabriel?"

Asher hesitates.

"A little of both, perhaps," he admits, stepping under the spray to rinse his hair.

Nathaniel watches Asher as he finger-combs conditioner through his hair. This isn't the first time he wonders what goes through Asher's head, and he knows it won't be the last. He's trying to become accustomed to not asking too many questions of Asher, because Asher seems to of the fewer-the-words-the-better school of conversation.

As soon as Asher finishes rinsing his own hair, Nathaniel steps in to rinse out the conditioner, closing his eyes to hide what might be seen there.

"You are young," Asher murmurs, trying to stop Nathaniel from shutting himself away.

"You should have had that young love, should have..." he trails off, wracking his brain to think of all the things a young American should do, from what he's gleaned from the films he's seen over the years.

"I do not know. Taken your girlfriend to the prom, gone to the movies with her."

Nathaniel wrings out his hair, eyeing Asher. It's weird to hear Asher talk of prom and movies because, so far, their own dates have consisted of going out to dinner and sex. He wonders if Asher's ever even been to a movie theatre.

"Anita thinks I'm damaged because I didn't have those things. It also amuses me that both of you assume I would have taken a girl to prom or the movies." He shrugs, grabbing the soap and washing the dried blood from his body, ignoring the stinging. "My family didn't have money, so affording prom would have been impossible. As for the movies..." Nathaniel bends over, scrubbing down his legs. "What I did have made me who I am." He stands up, looking defiantly at Asher. "If I hadn't been on the road I was, I wouldn't have been made a wereleopard, I wouldn't have found Anita, and I never would have made my way into your bed. I rather like where I am, even if it means I lost out on things normal people had as children."

Asher smiles, apologetically.

"I believe I like where you are also," he murmurs. "I apologise, cher, I did not mean to offend."

Nathaniel laughs.

"You didn't offend," he says, kissing Asher softly. "It takes... quite a lot to offend me. I know you speak out of love. You wish I had been given a normal life, and that's sweet of you, since if I had lived such a life, I would not be here with you. Still, I like here and now. I love you." He gives Asher an amused smile. "And I could have done much worse for my first love, couldn't I? I'm rather pleased my first love is a master vampire who takes wonderful care of me."

Asher rewards that comment with a wide smile, combing conditioner through his hair, leaning in to kiss Nathaniel quickly, blinking water out of his eyes.

"Thank you, mon chat" he whispers, still smiling. "I love you."

As Asher rinses his hair, Nathaniel runs soapy hands over his vampire's body, cleaning while savoring the simple feel of Asher's skin under his hands.

"I love you too," he murmurs. He's quiet for a moment. "I want you happy. The way Anita looks at me tells me you will be, that she's going to give that inch you want her to. It's this mixture of terrified excitement and immense guilt, but I can't say anything to her about it."

His soapy fingers linger on Asher's calves as he looks up at Asher from where he's crouched.

"I just..." Nathaniel swallows. "I need to make you happy."

It seems desperately important to him to keep Asher happy, to give his vampire no cause for complaint.

"You do, mon chat," Asher whispers, curling his fingers under Nathaniel's chin, drawing him up. He kisses him, letting the water rinse them both.

"Now, shall we go down to the bar, and you can eat?" He smiles.

Nathaniel grins against Asher's lips.

"What am I to eat tonight?" he asks, turning off the shower.

Part of the fun of eating lately has been watching Asher's excitement about choosing the meals.

Asher grabs towels for both of them, wrapping his around his waist, a second around his hair.

"I do not know." He smiles. "Something to replenish what I've taken, perhaps? A rare steak?" That's more for Nathaniel's benefit than his, but he'll choose dessert.

There is an attempt not to moan at the thought of rare, warm meat.

Only an attempt, which Nathaniel fails at.

"With steamed broccoli and a loaded mashed potato," he declares as he dries off and begins to comb out his hair. Nathaniel pauses for a moment, and then looks at Asher. "Would it be... silly of me... to ask for a solid week of your time around Christmas? I had a gift in mind for you, but I'd want to make sure you were free for us to enjoy it. Maybe I could have just after Christmas through New Year's with you?"

He feels strange asking for Asher's holiday, but nothing was ever gained by remaining silent.

Asher laughs at Nathaniel's reaction to the thought of rare steak, amused by how much effect his beast has on his appetite.

He frowns, more out of curiosity than anything else. "Not silly at all, mon chat." He sits down, towel-drying his hair. "I will ask Jean-Claude if he can spare me."

Nathaniel smiles so brightly at the tentative agreement.

"Thank you."

His stomach growls, and Nathaniel laughs softly.

"I should probably eat more often than I have been. I've been skipping breakfast lately."

He finishes combing out his hair and fastening it with the leopard hair clasp Asher had given him, settling the silver against his neck. Nathaniel goes through his motions, brushing his teeth and shaving, finding the whole situation quite... domestic and terribly comfortable.

Asher frowns disapprovingly.

"Well, we shall have to change that." His frown fades into a smirk as he dresses. "We need to keep your energy up, after all...."

Nathaniel pulls on a pair of jeans, followed by one of his favorite t-shirts. He thinks one of the best reasons for keeping clothes in Asher's room is how they always smell of his vampire now.

"Do we?" he asks, chuckling. He leans against the door, watching Asher as he dresses. "I can't imagine why."

"Because you are a growing young man, of course," Asher answers, grinning as he dresses.

"Come, mon chat," he smiles. "Let's get you fed, hmm?" He leads Nathaniel out of the room, carefully locking the door behind him.

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Incubus Dreams - October 16th-18th

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