nathaniel_kitten | Asher's Room

Asher's Room

Nathaniel had returned at dawn to find Asher in bed, his hand extended to his empty side of the bed. He'd stood there, smiling. After indulging his desire to drink in every inch of Asher's body, Nathaniel headed into the bathroom, cleaning himself as thoroughly as possible. There's no way he can rid himself of Moon's and Jason's scents utterly, but he doesn't think he really needs to.

Clean, dry, and his hair braided, Nathaniel had crawled into bed with Asher, cuddling close to the cool flesh of his lover. Within minutes, he'd fallen asleep, snuggled under the blankets with his vampire, sated, content, and rather happy.

And it's how Asher will find him with the master vampire wakes for the night, Nathaniel still curled against his side, relaxed and sleeping peacefully.

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"I..." Nathaniel moans. "I just... wanted you to know. You said it was yours..."

He can't promise Damian wouldn't trespass there, but that is neither here nor there at the moment.

Nathaniel leans in and nibbles at Asher's neck. Nothing with Asher is ever what he expects. He'd expected Asher to wake, feed, hurt him, take him, remind him who owned him... he hadn't expected this.

He hadn't expected tenderness.

"I know you would never let another touch you," Asher murmurs, "not without asking me first." He slides his fingers slowly deeper, stroking and rubbing inside of Nathaniel, preparing him lazily.

Nathaniel's teeth tighten at Asher's throat for a moment as he moans softly. The slow, careful fanning of his own arousal is almost more intense than careless fucking. Nathaniel kisses up Asher's jaw to his lips, brushing a kiss over petal-soft lips.

"I'm yours," he murmurs. "I never want you -- or me -- to forget that fundamental fact."

"Mine," Asher growls quietly, kissing Nathaniel, his fingers stroking slowly, feeling Nathaniel slowly relax around them.

Nathaniel stares down at Asher through his lashes, shuddering each time those fingers move just perfectly.

"I like how you say that," he breathes against Asher's lips. "I like how it makes me feel."

Asher kisses Nathaniel hungrily, twisting his fingers.

"Good. Because I like saying it, mon chat," he purrs, rolling them over in one smooth movement.

He loves that he doesn't have to worry about Nathaniel having fed anyone else, that he has first dibs, as it were, on Nathaniel's sweet blood. Sliding eagerly down Nat's body, he kisses the inside of his thigh, over his bitemark, moaning softly.

"You smell divine," he breathes.

Nathaniel practically squirms, knowing what's coming. The pain is nothing now, savored as part of the whole act, and he stares down with dilated eyes at Asher. His sex is thick from all the playing and kissing, and his lips tingle from the kiss. His legs spread, his breath hitches as Asher nuzzles the mark.

"I bathed," he pants.

He would never crawl into bed beside Asher smelling of anyone else as much as he can help.

Asher shakes his head.

"Non, cher it is not the scent of your soap." He nuzzles the inside of Nathaniel's thigh, pins him down with one hand sliding over his knee. "It is the scent of you."

There's a gasp as he feels the strength of Asher holding him in place.

"And it pleases you?"

"Always," Asher breathes, kissing the mark on Nathaniel's thigh, sucking gently, worrying at the flesh.

He squirms a little, moaning softly.

"You never do what I expect," he whispers, the skin heating, his whole body anticipating.

Asher lifts his head, fangs slowly extending.

"Oh?" He asks. "And what did you expect?"

Lavender eyes focus on those fangs, his breath catching.

"I thought you would be... vicious with me," he whispers. "Feed and then fuck me without anything... remind me to whom I belong..."

It's still so very hard for him to accept such sweetness from his Master. Gabriel had very rarely offered him sweetness, and usually only after such terrible pain.

"And would that serve to remind you better?" He asks, "to be vicious?"

"If I cannot remind you without using force," he murmurs, ducking his head to kiss Nathaniel's thigh, his hip, "then you are not mine at all. I would have your submission willingly."

As Asher's lips kiss his hip, he shudders, moaning wantonly.

"I don't... understand," he gasps, watching Asher.

"You are mine because you wish to be. Mine because you agree to be." Asher scrapes his fanges down Nathaniel's thigh, licking up the few spots of blood that appear.

"You are not mine because I force you to be so."

Nathaniel trembles, staring at Asher in disbelief. He takes those words and holds tightly to them.

"I'm yours," he whispers, whole body tense, quivering. "You've never forced me to do anything... never."

And that truth just now sinks in.

Asher abandons Nathaniel's thigh for now, moving swiftly up to kiss him deeply, cupping his face in both hands.

The kiss is a surprise, but Nathaniel doesn't fight it. He has no desire to. His arms wrap around Asher's neck, and he whimpers into the kiss. Nathaniel's never felt such passion directed at him -- true passion -- other than with Asher, and he has no intention of ever giving it up. Play is nice, play is fun, but this... this is so much more.

"Mon chat," Asher whispers, pulling back to allow Nathaniel to breathe. "Mon joli chat."

Nathaniel's eyes shine as he stares up at Asher, his fingers combing through his vampire's hair.

"Yes," he whispers back. "Your cat."

This... this feeling, that look in Asher's eyes, it had been worth defying Anita.

"I seem to have become a little distracted," Asher murmurs, sliding back down Nathaniel's body.

"...Where was I?"

Nathaniel groans, eyes following Asher.

"Right about there," he breathes, parting his legs farther, his thigh displayed for Asher.

Asher grins wolfishly, bracing his hand against Nathaniel's knee, straining the muscles a little further, stretching Nathaniel's thigh beneath his mouth.

And finally, he feeds.

Nathaniel cries out, the sound quiet and gentle, and after watching Asher for a moment, he lets his body fall back against the bed. He closes his eyes, to soft sounds of Asher at his thigh filling his senses. It's all about choice, choice he'd never been afforded for, and Asher giving him that choice... it makes him love the vampire all the more.

"Asher," he breathes, arm reaching down, fingers threading through gold.

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