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Nathaniel doesn't clearly remember the last time he's been as happy as he has been lately. It must have been when he was a child, maybe making strawberry preserves with his mother in the late spring.

Asher has, on more than one occasion, taken him to beautiful restaurants in St. Louis where Nathaniel eats and they talk. Nothing too personal, really, which suits Nathaniel fine for the time being, but most about his day or Anita or, in rare instances, Damian. They talk about the present, occasionally about the future -- usually whether or not one of them will be available for the other on a certain day.

Sex has also been... different. Nathaniel has discovered he's less afraid to ask for what he wants rather than letting Asher blanketly decide for him. He still asks, and Asher almost never declines, but it's a large step forward for him. One Nathaniel is quite proud of.

Anita's time with each of them has also eased some of the tension. Nathaniel feels more secure about Asher and Jean-Claude now, less afraid for himself, and he tries not to focus too much on the metaphysical bindings between himself, Anita, Jean-Claude, Damian, and Richard. He tries to focus more on the metaphysical and mundane bindings between himself and Asher, and remind his vampire of them as often as possible.

Tonight is just such a night for reminding Asher. Nathaniel sits indian-style on the center of Asher's bed at the Circus, naked, his hair brushed until it shines and spread around him like a cloak. He has a small basket of food for himself, and in his hands is a book. For later. His heart simply races, excitement and a little nervous anticipation making his cheeks flush a little.

He hopes Asher was able to get away from Danse Macabre as he'd asked.

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Asher had indeed managed to pass his duties off for the night, and after a quick visit to Danse Macabre, to make certain things were running smoothly, he's returned to the Circus. He's smiling, heart lighter, the time he's spent with those he loves helping cement the changes in him that Nathaniel's attentions had started.

He smiles as he senses Nathaniel in his room, hears his pulse, smells the scent of his hair. He pushes open the door, his smile broadening at the sight of Nathaniel waiting so patiently on his bed.

Nathaniel's face lights up when he sees Asher.

"I hoped you could come," he says. "Undress and join me?"

Yes, the whole being naked together might be a distraction, but Nathaniel doesn't much care about that. It's half the point, after all.

Asher doesn't need any prompting, carefully draping his clothes over the back of a chair before sliding on to the bed, leaning across to kiss Nathaniel sweetly.

"Good evening, cher," he murmurs.

There is pleased purring from the leopard.

"I have a new book for tonight," he replies. "For later, of course, but it's new."

He exposes the cover of The Hobbit to Asher.

Asher's heard of the book, but it's not one he's ever thought of reading. He smiles, taking the book, rubbing his thumb along the spine as he looks at the cover, turns it over to read the back.

He nods, setting the book aside for now, placing it on his bedside table.

"I look forward to reading it," he murmurs.

Nathaniel shifts onto his knees, two fingers trailing from Asher's shoulder to his collarbones to the other shoulder. He likes touching Asher, even something as simple as that, and his eyes flicker from Asher's shoulder to his eyes.

"Have you realized you almost never say no to me?" Nathaniel laughs softly. "I don't mind that you don't, but I wondered if, maybe, you were afraid to."

Asher shakes his head. He honestly hadn't noticed, hadn't thought about it.

"Cher," he murmurs seductively, "there is very little I would say no to, intimately or otherwise." He catches Nathaniel's wrist with his fingers, bringing Nat's hand to his lips, kissing his palm. "Even more so with you."

Nathaniel cocks his head curiously at the words, but the kiss distracts him.

Which might have been Asher's intent.

"I want something specific tonight," he breathes, eyes dilating.

Asher kisses the heel of Nathaniel's hand, the inside of his wrist, before looking up at Nathaniel through his hair.

"Oh?" He asks, curious. He straightens, releasing Nathaniel's hand.

"And what is that, mon chat?"

A blush actually steals over Nathaniel's cheeks, and the desire actually sticks in his throat for a moment.

"You," he manages. "I mean, I would like to be the one doing the taking instead of being taken. If you'd like. Or we can just read. Or talk. If sex isn't, you know, something you want."

Asher laughs softly, pouring his gift into the sound, glancing at Nathaniel almost coquettishly.

"Sex is almost always something I want," he points out, crawling into Nathaniel's lap, cupping the leopard's face in his hands, kissing him slowly and deeply. He's not fed tonight, but it's still easy to tell that Asher is aroused, his hips rubbing slowly against Nathaniel's.

Nathaniel's hands smooth down Asher's back and cup his ass as they kiss, moaning softly. Being dominant was never something he would be able to be, but this he could do. He squeezes Asher's backside, nipping at his vampire's lower lip.

"Feed from me," he whispers, trying his best to be less submissive.

Asher smiles, kissing Nathaniel's throat.

"Is that an order, or a request?" He asks, thinking of his conversation with Jean-Claude as his fangs scrape Nathaniel's neck, not breaking skin just yet.

It takes a lot for Nathaniel to reply, and not just because of how he shivers and his mind goes blank for a moment as Asher teases him.

"An order," he breathes finally.

Asher smiles, affected by the breathy quality in Nat's voice though he doesn't show it.

"I can roll you," Asher murmurs, "if you wish me to. Jean-Claude told me."

Nathaniel pulls back some, blinking, confused.

"What?"

Asher rubs his thumb against Nathaniel's throat.

"Jean-Claude was able to roll Anita. If you wish me to, if you let me, I can bring you with my bite."

Nathaniel's eyes close for a moment as Asher's thumb touches him. To find pleasure in Asher's bite again? Oh, he wants that. There's no doubt in him that he'd like to know the pleasure Asher can give him with just the bite, but...

He opens his eyes. "Do you want to roll me?" he asks softly.

He remembers how Asher used to doubt he could be wanted for anything but his bite, and Nathaniel doesn't want to reawake those feelings. It's not worth it to him.

"I will admit I do feel rather smug when I can make you come without touching you," Asher purrs. "But I do not feel the loss of it, not overly so."

Nathaniel runs his hands up and down Asher's back, over his ass, and stares into those husky blue eyes. He smiles faintly.

"Not tonight," he murmurs. "I wanted to take you, and coming before that will ruin my plans. Feed, maybe take the edge off it? I prefer coming when we have sex, after all. More satisfaction in it."

Asher shivers, arching his back to push into Nathaniel's hands, greedy for more of his touches, his caresses.

"Very well," he murmurs, sweeping Nathaniel's hair aside, kissing his throat gently before biting down, moaning softly at the taste of Nathaniel's blood on his tongue.

A gasp leaves Nathaniel's lips, and his hands tighten bruisingly on Asher's backside. The bite alone has become something that arouses Nathaniel, a pain that he's made into pleasurable foreplay. He moans, closing his eyes as he consciously continues to touch Asher, hands a little heavy, but no less loving.

Asher rocks his hips slowly against Nathaniel's, his body warming, softening under Nathaniel's hands as he drinks. He pulls back after only a few mouthfuls, licking his lips clean, nuzzling Nat's throat.

"You taste divine," he murmurs.

Nathaniel swallows, wetting his lips, and hugs Asher close. He moans softly again, his cock hard between them, and kisses Asher's shoulder.

"You feel amazing," he whispers.

"Take me," Asher whispers, command and plea all in one, his cock hard now, pressing against Nathaniel's.