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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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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"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.

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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."

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Asher tugs gently on the chain as he runs the knife lower, carefully tracing the lines of each muscle in Nathaniel's stomach, pressing deeper here and there, never in a pattern that Nathaniel will be able to predict.

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Nathaniel presses his face into the crook of his arm as he squirms, crying out softly each time the knife does bite into him. His toes curl into the bed, thighs slightly parted, and he whimpers. It's not the overwhelming pain he was once used to, but it's no less intense, no less arousing.

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Nathaniel is learning exactly what Asher wished him to; that the pain doesn't have to overwhelm, doesn't have to be strong, to break one apart completely.

He doesn't wish that tonight, however. He's curious to see if Nathaniel can come, purely from pain. He stays away from Nathaniel's genitals, knowing his history, how much he dislikes it, instead carving wide spirals into the skin of his inner thigh, just above his right knee.

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A loud, shuddering cry leaves his throat as the pain just slowly, beautifully builds. It makes his whole body tremble, his thighs tensing. Nathaniel knows his body very well, knows what else is building steadily, though he tries to be good. He tries to hold back as that knife trails over his flesh, biting in, teasing there, and driving him positively mad without a fount of blood or blinding pain.

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Asher bows his head, slowly running his tongue up the underside of Nathaniel's cock, dipping into the slit at the top, unable to help himself.

He pulls away, slowly, scoring two deeper cuts on Nathaniel's hip, bowing his head to suck upon them, feed on his leopard.

"Come, mon chat," he purrs through blood-slicked lips, "Come when you wish."

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The sharp, intense pain over his hip, the sting made worse by Asher's lips, is all it takes. Even without that command, he would have come. Nathaniel screams, overwhelmed more by emotion than the pain itself. He feels safe, even bound, blood, with Asher cutting into him, he has never felt safer.

Nathaniel writhes, arms pulling at his bonds, as he makes soft, choked sounds as the tremors slowly stop, his seed cooling already on his stomach. He sags against the mattress, panting, shivering, unable to lift his head from his arm just yet.

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Asher wipes both knives clean and sets them aside, moving up the bed to kiss Nathaniel, slowly and sweetly. He unfastens the restraints, gathering Nathaniel's hands in his, kissing the insides of his wrists.