Incubus Dreams - October 27th

[nathaniel_kitten]

Nathaniel navigates the Jeep through traffic, hurrying as quickly as he dares. He can feel the odd sense of people in his head, and he's not sure he likes it. In fact, he knows he doesn't. Four minds on the peripheral of his own, and only because he exerts enough thought to keep them on the peripheral. Richard would be bringing Anita to the Circus after her raising, and Nathaniel already knows Damian's in Jean-Claude's room. He only has one thought now: find Asher.

He parks the Jeep in the employee parking lot of the Circus and lets himself in, nodding distractedly at the guard placed just inside. Nathaniel's feet take him down into the depths of the Circus, down to the hallway that houses the Master of the City and his second and third. He knocks impatiently at Asher's door, not wanting to interrupt his lover but needing to talk to Asher.

Now.

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[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher kisses Nathaniel rather than answer, running his fingers through Nat's long hair, trying to soothe him.

[nathaniel_kitten]

Wrapping his arms around Asher, Nathaniel loses himself in that kiss. He lets it be the focus of everything, pushing away the feel of others in him mind, of the fear boiling his gut. Kissing Asher was a easy and right as breathing, and so Nathaniel finds refuge there.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Nathaniel is not the only one finding refuge; Asher, too, loses himself in the kiss, in the warmth of Nathaniel's body against his.

He tangles a hand in Nathaniel's hair, pulling him impossibly closer.

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It isn't long before Nathaniel is gasping for breath between kisses, his hands gripping at Asher's shirt. He doesn't care if he leaves wrinkles behind, he just wants Asher closer. Nathaniel whines, tugging at the fabric. "I can't feel you," he whispers brokenly. "We don't have to fuck, but please, shirts off. I just... I need to feel you, Asher."

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher squirms out of his shirt, tossing it aside, pulling Nathaniel closer.

"Yes, cher." he breathes, rolling over until his body covers Nathaniel's, the sheets a tent around them, the air hot.

[nathaniel_kitten]

As Asher rids himself of his shirt, Nathaniel does the same, so that when Asher presses him down into the mattress, their bare chests touch. It's real, and Asher's scent -- their mingled scent -- surrounds him in the hot air beneath the blanket. His arms hold tightly to Asher, his face pressed to his vampire's throat.

"Always yours," he murmurs, though if it's more reassurance for Asher or himself, he doesn't quite know.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher casts away all thought of anything other than Nathaniel, how right it feels to have him close, have him here.

"Always," he says in return, breathing in the scent of Nathaniel, of their bed. It soothes the ache inside of him, for now.

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"Can we just stay like this until we're called?" he whispers, not wanting to move, not wanting to talk anymore. Talking makes things worse. If they just stay like this, murmuring how much they love one another, things can't get worse, can they?

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher nods, combing fingers through Nathaniel's hair, kissing him again and again.

"We can stay here forever," he promises, shutting out the world as he sinks into Nathaniel's arms.

[nathaniel_kitten]

Such a wonderful thought, forever. Nathaniel would love to stay just like this, held and kissed and loved by Asher, forgetting the world and what waited for them outside the blankets. It means even more than he's sure Asher realizes because Asher is simply holding and kissing him, not fucking him. Nathaniel had been so sure Asher would either send him away or fuck him to stake his claim, and his vampire hadn't done either.

"Forever," Nathaniel promises between one kiss and the next, even if he doesn't have forever to give. He'll simply give Asher all of what he has for as long as he has.