Incubus Dreams - October 16th-18th

[nathaniel_kitten]

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.

Comments

[nathaniel_kitten]

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.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

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.

[nathaniel_kitten]

When Nathaniel's eyes meet Asher's, there is no fear in them. His quivering is from the need, the rising excitement in him. When he feels the prick of the blade near such a tender place... the overwhelming trust he has in Asher calms him. The trembling stops at the first, sharp, momentary flash of pain, and Nathaniel just sinks into the bed.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher draws the knife slowly down Nathaniel's chest, stopping just above his belly button. He presses hard enough to score a red mark against Nathaniel's skin, but not enough to draw blood, not yet.

[nathaniel_kitten]

The muscles shift under the blade, the skin reddening just a bit in its wake. It's a light sting, one Nathaniel welcomes, and his eyes never leave Asher's face.

And his arousal never wilts.

He almost expects, once the blade comes to rest there on his stomach, that Asher will move with the quickness vampires have -- a quickness faster than even a lycanthrope -- and sink the blade into his gut, just to hear him scream.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

He wishes to hear Nathaniel scream, yes, but not like that. He slowly draws the knife back up, biting deeper into pale skin, watching hungrily as blood beads appear on the surface. He bends his head, pressing the flat of his tongue to the wound, following it from navel to throat.

[nathaniel_kitten]

Not a scream yet, but Nathaniel knows Asher's just getting started.

He hisses when the blade just bites into flesh, and then moans when Asher's tongue presses to it. Nathaniel's eyes close, the wet heat of Asher's tongue moving up his body that much more vibrant with sight gone. His cock twitches, his toes curl, and his nipples tighten around the silver piercing them.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher hums softly, savouring the taste of Nathaniel's blood on his tongue as one would fine wine.

He circles Nathaniel's nipple with the tip of the knife, again not breaking skin.

[nathaniel_kitten]

The soft sound of metal teasing metal while that blade circles makes Nathaniel whimper softly. Slowly, he opens his eyes, hips squirming on the bed, and watches Asher while he tries not to pull too much as his restraints. There is something in Asher's actions that make Nathaniel wonder how many times this erotic torture had been performed as true torture -- both by and to Asher -- because no one inherently knows how to build this rhythm.

How to lull the victim into giving themselves up into the tender mercies of one who would have their blood and their screams and their submission. It's an odd train of thought, and Nathaniel is quick to banish it, arching his chest just a little, his hands tightening into fists.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher laughs softly at Nathaniel's soft shudder, the arch of his body, puuling the knife away even as Nathaniel tries to drive it deeper.

"Patience, mon chat," he murmurs thickly. He scores two shallow cuts just above Nat's collarbones, little trickles of blood pooling in the hollows of his shoulders, Asher dipping his head to drink. He will take Nathaniel apart peice by peice, cut by cut, a far slower torture than any Gabriel could have devised.

[nathaniel_kitten]

His breath catches with each cut, each swipe of Asher's tongue.

No, Gabriel was never so gentle in his pain. As much as he'd loved Gabriel, what they had done together, what Nathaniel had been taught through those endless nights, it had never been like this. It never could have been. It is like comparing a pre-schooler's finger paintings with a polished, classical artist's work. Night and day.

Nathaniel is not stupid. He will never be stupid. The wereleopard knows what Asher does in these moments, what he does when they simply make love quietly, slowly. It is a relearning of intimacy, of trust, of pain, of pleasure.

Asher will find his weaknesses, what makes him weep, beg, shudder, arch for his vampire, and he will carefully tend them instead of exploiting them.

A shuddering breath leaves Nathaniel's lips as he tilts his head back, offering his throat. "I had control until I met you," he whispers.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

"And outside of this room, you still do," he murmurs. "But here, for now..." He smirks, lips bloody. "Your control is mine, cher."

He rests the knife over Nathaniel's heart, voice quiet. "Your body," he whispers, twirling the knife expertly, carving a spiral into the thin flesh of Nathaniel's chest, dragging the knife up to the right. A second line mirrors the first as Asher continues, "your heart," He draws a horizontal line across the two marks, carving his initial into Nathaniel's chest.

[nathaniel_kitten]

Nathaniel's wide eyes follow Asher's every move, his ears picking up every nuance of his lover's voice.

He knows what now sits on his chest, what bleeds.

What will scar.

"Even outside this room, Asher," he breathes. "Those things are still yours."

It's there in Nathaniel's eyes, this deep desire to please his Master, to be owned and kept and loved and brought to the heights of pleasure and pain his body craves.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

"Mine," Asher murmurs, hunger and lust and love in his eyes. He traces the lines on Nathaniel's chest with one finger, setting the silver knife aside for now.

[nathaniel_kitten]

Nathaniel moans loudly, unconsciously bracing his feet against the bed, squirming a little. He wants more touch, more contact, he needs more.

"Yours," he whimpers. "I promise, Asher, yours, always. Always."

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher has had enough of making Nathaniel bleed for the time being; the temptation is too much, wanting to feed from him, take more than is safe.

He reaches into the box, pulling out a thin silver chain, attaching each end to Nathaniel's nipples, winding the slack around his hand and pulling gently.

[nathaniel_kitten]

His back arches perfectly off the bed, his cry loud and unrestrained as he pulls against his bonds. It's crystal-clear pain, the rings biting in his flesh. It overtakes every other thought, causing a mewl to rise up and out of him as he writhes, gasping in a breath.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

"Mon joli chat," Asher whispers, rapt as Nathaniel arches and writhes, as his cries fill the air. He bows his head as his grip on the chain relaxes, running his tongue over his initial carved into Nathaniel's chest, lapping up the blood with a soft, pleased hum that is as close to a purr as Asher ever gets.

[nathaniel_kitten]

A breathless moan is offered to Asher as Nathaniel relaxes a little on the bed, his chest stinging from the knife marks. The silver keeps the initial from healing as it usually would, instantly, and so the 'A' continues to bleed. Nathaniel's eyes flutter shut with a quiet whimper, his arousal only heightening the pleasure of the pain.

"Asher," he breathes in reply.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher tugs on the chain again, distracting from the pain of one with the pain of another. He scratches his nails down Nathaniel's front to the left of the knife-mark from earlier, raising welts that fan out from the cut, curling over Nathaniel's hipbone.

[nathaniel_kitten]

Nails over his hips, coupled with the tug of that chain, make Nathaniel scream and buck, his cock twitching as another bead of fluid sticks to his belly. His arms tug at the cuffs keeping him to the headboard, but Asher had chosen strong materials for both, and all he managed to do is chafe his wrists a little as he sags back against the bed, panting.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

"Beautiful," Asher breathes, the cruel sting of nails fading into soft petting as he runs the flat of his hand up Nathaniel's body, stroking and calming his lover. He picks up another knife; not silver this time, he doesn't want too many marks left.

He slides the knife down Nathaniel's arm, against the soft underside, watching as Nathaniel clenches the muscles, trying to hold still.

[nathaniel_kitten]

And Nathaniel just barely remains still. He feels warmth in his chest at the compliment, though it is quickly lost under the new anticipation of what Asher can do with the non-silver knife pressed to his arm. Nathaniel knows his body would heal that damage almost instantly, but the initial pain of it would be exquisite.

His eyes focus on Asher's face, watching the expression there, watching his lover's eyes. Nathaniel positively adores being the center of such extreme focus.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Nothing exists outside this bed, outside the soft sighs and moans, the whisper of skin against sheets. he keeps his eyes on Nathaniel's, holding that connection as he lets the knife slide slowly lower, onto his chest, tracing circles around his initial.

[nathaniel_kitten]

All he wants to do is please Asher. Pleasure had in that pursuit is simply icing on the cake for Nathaniel.

His nipples draw up tightly around the rings through them, and a shiver runs down his spine. The stinging pain of the initial is only enhanced by the brief sting of the new knife, the pain there one moment, gone the next, leaving on drops of blood in its wake as testament to the act.