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Title: Mon Chat
Author: Meghan
Email: meghanreviews@yahoo.com

Timeline: Before book 11. After book 7.
Summary: Under the Circus of the Damned things happen.

Pairing: Nathaniel/Asher; Anita
Rating: NC17

Dedication: To BeEG for her electronic Christmas tree.
AN: first attempt at slash

Disclaimer: I have no association with either LKH or the ABVH series.
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It was a quaint little café that the two of them were sitting at. The soft orange glow of the sidewalk lamps created the ambiance of young lovers meeting for a night of soft caresses, hooded looks, and steamy kisses. But it wasn’t two such lovers sitting beneath the warm light sipping coffee tonight.

One sat pulling apart a croissant until it littered his plate with uneaten crumbs. His golden hair shimmered around his shoulders, perfectly framing his strangely-beautiful, damaged, and very masculine face. His clear blue eyes were narrowed in concentration as he continued to pick apart the pieces already torn from the breading.

His companion was lean and young, wearing skin tight leather pants, and sporting a pout. Long auburn hair was pulled into a thick French braid revealing a fresh clean face and sorrowful violet eyes. In front of him was a half-drunk lukewarm cup of caramel coffee and two empty cream containers.

There was a reason both men were here together, and while it had to do with love, it was the unrequited love of a third party both were desperately trying to obtain for themselves. She was with someone they both knew and loved and perversely hated at the same time because he had what they both wanted more than anything. Jean-Claude had Anita.

He had her heart. He had her mind. He had her attention. But most of all, he had her first. Because of that he had her alone for himself without distractions or morals. He had her without guilt. He was able to give to her a demonstration of his love in a way that they never would be able to. He got to cuddle her, soothe her, be with her in the intimate moments after shared and exquisite pleasure.

“She will never sleep with me. I am too young in her eyes,” the wereleopard sighed unhappily.

“While the pleasures of intercourse may be withheld from you mon chat, what you have is more than I will ever get from Anita. I am grotesque.”

“It is not intercourse. I am her pomme de sang,” Nathaniel elaborated with a sip from the Styrofoam cup. “What she does to me feeds the ardeur. Anita does not do it because she wants to. She does it because she has to. Besides she does not do it with me. It is like she is not there. She withholds herself.”

Asher shook his head at the young fellow who accompanied him while Anita was out with Jean-Claude for the evening. “But at least she finds you desirable. She touches you, loves you, as she never will with me. I would be thankful if she did it to me much less with me.”

“She sees you,” Nathaniel observed, swirling the coffee. “When Anita looks at you it makes me jealous, for there’s a hunger in her eyes that is never there when she looks at me.”

“Non, I would know if Anita looked at me in the way you say. She does not.”

They both fell silent lost in their own thoughts. Asher’s fingers kept pulling apart the shredded pieces of the croissant into flakes a little bigger than a crumb. A lock of hair swept in front of his face covering the scars on the right side.

“Don’t do that.”

Startled, Asher looked up, his eyes widening slightly. “Do what, mon ami?”

“Hide!” Nathaniel tossed his hands up in the air. “It’s completely ridiculous!”

Asher glowered, pushing his plate away abruptly. He made a move to rise when a sound of protest slipped past Nathaniel who’s arm was stretched out as if to stop him. The wereleopard wasn’t dominant enough to lay the restraining touch on him but the look was there in his violet eyes. It said please don’t go. It also said I’m sorry.

“Anita hates it, you know,” Nathaniel cajoled, wrapping his arms around the back of the chair and resting his head against them.

“I know she likes to sweep it back from my face, oui, but I think that is not the same reason that you would have me to believe.”

Nathaniel threw back the rest of the caramel coffee and stood. “You’re too fucking stubborn. Anita would give her right arm just so that you could see yourself the way she sees you.”

A low self-deprecating chortle escaped from Asher. “She would never give her gun arm up, but if she would give it up it wouldn’t be so that I could see myself as she sees me, oh non, she would give it up so that you--”

“I--what? What Asher? What were you going to say just then?”

“Nothing,” Asher growled, shoving his chair under the tiny table.

“That Anita would give up her gun arm so that I could what be released from her dominance? So that I could tot be her pomme de sang anymore because she got rid of the ardeur?”

Asher stuffed his hands into his pockets as he walked up the sidewalk. “You stupid fool,” he muttered, shaking his head.

Nathaniel jogged after him, leaving his chair where it was. “I’m a stupid fool? Look who’s calling the kettle black.”

“You don’t know one thing about it, leopard.”

“Oh, don’t I, vampire?”

Asher growled in frustration, swung around and faced the young man head on. “You try to convince me of Anita’s feelings, mon chat, but they are not your feelings to reveal. They are hers, and she has not. She never will. She has Jean-Claude, a gorgeous vampire! Why would she ever want me? A disfigured vampire?”

“You need a new mirror,” Nathaniel quipped, placing a comforting hand on the vampire when he turned away with a snort of disbelief.

“Why don’t you tell Anita how you feel?” Asher asked as a way to change the subject.

“She does not understand the relationship between a master and his pomme de sang. If I told her how I feel she would immediately replace me with someone like Zane. She wouldn’t be as comfortable maybe, but she could trust Zane to stop her when it got to be too much.”

The vampire watched amused as Nathaniel made air quotation marks around the last bit of the speech. Nodding in the direction of the Circus of the Damned, eh turned around and kept walking with the were right beside him.

“Ma cherie, might give off the vibe that she would like no more than to be rid of you, but that is because her feelings about you are transparent. She feels uncomfortable not for your reasons, but rather that she wants more from you and your relationship with her and doesn’t think that she should. It would be taking advantage of you or some other nonsense.”

“Female logic,” Nathaniel sighed, mournfully. “Well that settles it. Anita will never have me. She’s made up her mind.”

“Stop being so fucking melodramatic,” Asher said charitably, clapping him on the back.

“Why don’t you?” the wereleopard groused, sulkily.

Asher leaned his head against Nathaniel’s and nodded agreeably. “The minute you stop I will aussi.”

“I will stop when you stop being an ass about what’s so obvious to everyone but you.”

“Then we are doomed,” Asher proclaimed, flicking a strand of hair away.

Nathaniel wrapped his arm around Asher’s waist and guided them down a back alley that would connect with the blood district. They stuck to the sidewalks on the main street that ran through the area before crossing the street and walking around the corner to a connecting street. A minute later they were strolling through the employee parking lot and into the building that led to the Master of the City’s underground lair.

“What do you think they’re doing right now?” Nathaniel asked, moping.

Asher’s nostrils flared, his arm dropping away as he stood staring down in the direction of Jean-Claude’s set of rooms. The were noticed this and glanced down the corridor as well, focusing his senses. Muffled noise, fragrant smells, and a wet thick heat told him plainly what was going on in the Master’s rooms.

His shoulders slumped. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he acknowledged it out loud. “They’re taking a bubble bath.”

“So it would seem.”

“She won’t have use of me tonight then,” Nathaniel continued, shooting Asher a covert glance.

“Would you like to come to my rooms, mon ami?”

Nathaniel didn’t hesitate to take up the offer and followed Asher meekly to his rooms through another hall. The vampire paused just outside his own set of rooms to look back at Nathaniel, who stood blinking slowly up at him. He opened his mouth, took a nervous breath and faced the door again. The doorknob felt cool to the touch as he twisted it to the right and pushed the door in.

As the vampire stepped aside to allow the were to venture into his private rooms he found his voice. “If Anita finds out we’ll get into serious trouble.”

The leopard turned to look at him with a mildly bemused expression. “Anita would--”

“No,” Asher insisted firmly. “She may not know the rules and bylaws between master and pomme de sang, but I know. And for that matter Jean-Claude knows. If Anita found out our only punishment would to be exiled from her bed. However should Anita know we could safely assume Jean would soon after. The punishment then would be far greater.”

“So this is a one time only sort of thing?” Nathaniel asked, tilting his head back to look at the approaching vampire.

“Whatever transpires here tonight, must never be spoken of. Not even in the relative safety of these rooms,” Asher intoned gravely. “I do not want anything to leak to Jean-Claude--especially the truth of my condition.”

“You seek to punish him?” the leopard asked inquisitively, resting a hand on his hip.

“I do not wish to enlighten him. Letting something like that slip from your tongue would inform Jean-Claude not only what I withhold from him, but also of our involvement.”

Nathaniel smiled. “So serious.”

“A pomme de sang is not lightly shared,” Asher countered. “In fact, I’m taking you without your master’s consent, so this couldn’t even count as sharing--”

Nathaniel’s smile grew wider as he closed the gap between himself and Asher. “Then for tonight, I am nobody’s pomme de sang. I am yours.”

Asher groaned, his eyes closing.

The leopard stood by meekly, waiting to see what the vampire would do. His violet eyes watching Asher’s nostrils flare before he opened his eyes. Pale blue orbs glowed softly and electricity crackled between their bodies. Nathaniel inhaled sharply, suppressing a moan.

A cool hand cupped the back of his neck, pushing him forward. Cool lips touched warm ones and sparked. Nathaniel moaned softly, opening to the vampire’s assault. The kiss deepened, became more demanding, and the leopard acquiesced. Fangs broke the skin on the sides of his mouth and Asher growled, licking at the wounds, garnering every drop of blood for himself.

In between kisses, Asher demanded roughly, “Touch me.”

And the wereleopard did. First sweeping off all of the vampire’s clothes, then running his hands up both sides of the masculine torso. Nathaniel favored the scarred side of the vampire, preferring it’s rough texture to the unblemished side. It seemed Asher approved of this favoring, because he responded unguardedly.

Nathaniel’s clothes were torn from his body. The shreds left hanging on his arms were pushed off with a raking of nails. Thin angry marks erupted on his flesh making him mewl delightedly. Asher’s mouth gnawed on the column of his neck, leaving half-prints of his teeth. They would fade before the night, and even though Nathaniel mourned this, he knew it was wiser to return to Anita without a mark.

Hips bump into each other, sending fissures of pleasure racing through them both. Asher gripped Nathaniel’s erection in his hand, pushing it down roughly. Nathaniel groan, arching into towards the vampire, his mouth agape, breathing harshly.

“Onto the bed,” the vampire commanded softly, releasing his grip on Nathaniel’s cock.

Asher watched with heat in his eyes as Nathaniel hastened to obliged.

He would top Nathaniel as the wereleopard wished, but would tame his actions. The leopard was not his and as a bottom, Nathaniel did not know his own limits. It made coupling dangerous, if the top was inexperienced or wished to cause serious harm. Since he was neither inexperienced or a hard core sadist, Asher didn’t see a problem.

When Nathaniel was in place, he looked over his shoulder to take in the gorgeous male behind him. Golden hair shimmered in the candle strewn room, rippling muscles flexed and contracted as the vampire scooted forward, climbing into bed. Nathaniel’s breath caught in his throat.

Running a cool hand over the braid lying in the middle of the were’s spine, Asher asked, “Do you wish for lubrication?”

Mutely Nathaniel shook his head. He liked pain. He craved it.

Hands smoothed over firm butt cheeks, massaging lightly, before prying them apart. Asher guided his penis into the tight circle of muscles, unrelenting until he was seating firmly inside. Nathaniel murmured appreciatively, rocking his hips backwards, shoving the hard cock into him further.

“Do you want more?” Asher asked, eyes gleaming.

“Yes!”

“Beg me.”

“Please. Please slam yourself into me as hard as you can. I want to be sore when you’re done with me. Please, Asher, please,” Nathaniel croaked, pressing his face into the mattress.

“Like this?” Asher murmured huskily, ramming himself in and out once.

Nathaniel groaned in response.

“How about like this?” Asher continued, twisting his hips in a circle before using all of his supernatural strength to pound in and out for a few minutes.

If Nathaniel’s response was anything to go by, Asher thought laughing silently, he’d found out just how Nathaniel liked it. Wrapping a hand around the base of Nathaniel’s neck to lever himself up, Asher continued in that way for a while. When he felt his balls drawing up, he shifted his grip and squeezed his hand down on Nathaniel’s wind pipe.

The were’s hiss of pain greeted him, and Asher pressed down harder to cut off the air supply. Picking up the pace, Asher worked himself in and out of Nathaniel in a furious manner. Closing his eyes and grunting, Asher came inside Nathaniel in a rush of cool release. His grip relaxed around Nathaniel’s neck.

A shudder rippled through the young man.

Asher hoisted himself up, pulling out of Nathaniel, glancing down in askance at him.

“You didn’t say I could come.”

The vampire nodded slowly, a grin blooming on his face. “You’re right, I didn’t.” He sighed. “Give me a moment and I’ll be ready for round two.”

“Round two?”

Asher chuckled. “Oui, mon chat. Round two.”

The End.
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