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Naughty Kitty	By : myladymystere Category: Anita Blake > Slash Views: 7651 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Anita Blake series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer : all copyrights of the Anita Blake novels belong to Laurell K. Hamilton and Jove Books published by the Penguin Group. I receive no profit from the writing of fan fiction.

Author's Note: Reading Chapter 2 of Dark Wolf Wanting could be helpful to understand this fic.

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Naughty Kitty

Nathaniel hurriedly walked around the deserted dressing room at Guilty Pleasures gathering up the discarded towels and tried not to think about what happened a few moments ago. Or, more honestly, what he had wanted to happen. He was glad, he reminded himself grimly, that Jamil and Jason had gotten together. Jamil had wanted Jason for quite some time and it seemed that it was only Jason who hadn't been aware of it. He was happy that Jason, after always feeling he was on the outside, now had someone of his own.

But, now he was the one who felt on the outside and after having been on the 'inside', he wanted it back, he wanted more. But then wasn't that the story of his life, Nathaniel thought bitterly. He was relieved that Jason was still his friend and he wasn't upset that Nathaniel had sex with Jamil while the werewolf watched, even though that had been before the two of them had hooked up as a couple. Despite what Anita thought, Nathaniel did consider what they had done as sex and not just foreplay to feed the Ardeur.

Dejected, he walked down the hallway; his arms piled high with towels, to the laundry room. Kicking the swinging door open he looked around the empty room. According to Jean-Claude, even the laundry room had to be first rate and Nathaniel felt himself smile and his bad mood fade. A huge industrial size washer and dryer was against one wall, the adjoining wall contained a sink for hand washing delicates and an industrial ironing board was flipped up on the remaining wall. A short clothesline was strung up in one corner, while the other held a comfy, deep armchair with a throw over the back.

Nathaniel dumped the towels on the dryer's top as he remembered all the days he had hidden in here to escape Gabriel. The club had been his refuge; here, Jean-Claude had insisted he must work, practice and could not be yanked away to turn tricks. Many an afternoon had been spent napping in that chair lulled to sleep by the soothing rhythm of the washer or dryer.

Gabriel was gone now, killed by Anita. He had his own house and a firm place in Anita's life, but as he heard the music from the main room, he thought of Jason and Jamil together and he grimaced. Though he loved Anita, she could never give him what he had experienced with the two wolves and now his body craved it again.

Less than an hour ago, Nathaniel had been on that stage in the huge empty room practicing a new routine as Jason observed, gave helpful advice and encouragement. But he knew it was wistful imagining on his part that the bright blue eyes now held hunger as they watched him dance.

Of course, the werewolf's new costume had only fueled his fantasies. A long patent leather military style trench coat and matching pants covered a sheer black thong. Sheer black fingerless gloves covered his arms and were encircled with metal studs around the smooth biceps; they would show spectacularly when Jason slipped off the coat during his routine. Thigh high patent leather boots and a billed military hat jauntily placed on Jason's blonde hair completed the racy outfit. And, for Nathaniel the coup de grace, the crowning touch, was the short riding crop the werewolf constantly tapped against his shiny boots.

This afternoon, Nathaniel had danced for Jason, not an imaginary crowd of women and when Jason then told him that Jamil was coming to watch and asked if he minded, he had muttered the excuse of laundry and had escaped the room before the large dark werewolf arrived.

Tearing his thoughts back to his task, Nathaniel realized his bad mood had returned and blamed it on the time consuming chore ahead of him. Technically, the dancers were required to wash their own towels; sweaty Weres went through a lot of them. They always ran out and bitched and stole each other’s. Long ago Nathaniel had begun doing them all to keep the peace.

At first, it was a great excuse to hide in the haven of ‘Guilty’; later, he had friends that would hang out and help. But now Stephen, Gregory and Jason were all too busy being half of a couple to remember he still wished for some company to pass the time while doing this. He considered just stopping and letting all the men fend for themselves, but in his low mood he decided stopping it to be more trouble than it was worth. He pawed through the towels sorting them, and paused as a familiar scent drifted up to his nose. Jason.

He lifted the soft rectangle of fabric to his face and breathed in the werewolf's musky scent still clinging to the thick cotton from the night before. Nathaniel's heightened sense of smell easy scented old arousal and sweat, as his ears listened to the pounding music throbbing through the walls. A shudder of longing went through his body.

Had Jamil arrived yet, Nathaniel wondered. Was Jason writhing on the stage for his lover like Nathaniel had done earlier for him? Was Jamil's large tense body watching from the shadows as the sleek blonde taunted him on stage? Or would Jason slink from the raised platform to give his lover a very intimate lap dance? And knowing the dark Alpha wolf, would Jamil pull the thong aside and lower Jason into his lap and onto his waiting erection. Nathaniel panted and his heart raced with his mental images; he staggered over to the armchair and sank bonelessly into its depths, his imagination racing. Or, would Jamil mount the stage himself to pin the teasing smaller man under him and not care who walked in to see them? Nathaniel thought of Jason, on his knees, Jamil fucking him from behind with that saucy hat still perched recklessly on his blonde head.

Nathaniel moaned and slipped his hand inside the loose drawstring of the sweat pants he had pulled on after his brief shower. His palm curled around his growing erection as he remembered the whimpers Jason had made while watching Jamil fondle him. He ached for the feel of Jamil's firm hand on his cock pumping him to a release now. Groaning softly, Nathaniel rested the towel smelling of Jason over his face as he pushed the now too tight pants down his slim hips, and off his body, kicking them away.

One hand pressed the soft cotton of the towel more firmly into his frantically sniffing nose as his other hand returned to his weeping shaft. His fingers found and spread his leaking pre cum over the head of his cock and his palm circled, teasing himself. Nathaniel thought of the two wolves sneaking back to one of the quiet rooms so they could spend hours together stretched out on a couch. Or, he considered panting, would they stop in the dressing room where Jamil could stand behind the smaller werewolf in front of one the huge mirrors. They could watch their reflections as those dark hard hands explored the smooth tanned skin like they had done on his paler flesh.

Nathaniel mewled, muffling his cries into the thick towel as his hand pumped and pulled on his cock. Would Jamil bend Jason over the dressing table and slowly work his huge cock into the blonde's tight ass or would he slam it in without mercy? And it had been huge; Nathaniel remembered the size and hardness pressed against his back and the weight of the larger man's balls in his eager palm. How he had wanted to turn and take that dark length in his mouth, to worship and suck it. How badly he had wished Jason would join in and do more than just watch.

He remembered though, with an excited shiver, the command in the other, more dominant, man's voice as he instructed Jamil on what to do. And the feel of those hands and claws following those orders. Jason had a bossy side, remembered Nathaniel, so maybe his speculation was wrong. Perhaps it was the slender blonde riding the larger Were, his hand using the long beautiful braids as reins as slaps of the crop matched his strokes inside the muscular ass of the dark wolf. Nathaniel arched up into his hand as he imagined, whimpering, wishing for more.

He wanted it again; for a brief time he had been desired and dominated by two handsome lovers and it made him greedy. Nathaniel pictured himself on his knees sucking Jamil's cock, his hair fisted in those hard hands while the rest trailed to the floor to pool around them. His bare ass stuck out with Jason standing behind him and punishing him with the riding crop. With that mental image, Nathaniel came, thick ropes of creamy cum splashing over his bare chest and heaving stomach. Moaning he milked his cock of every drop as his laboring lungs still drew deep the scent of Jason from the towel pressed to his face.

As his speeding heart and racing breath slowed, Nathaniel became aware of the room again. Semen, arousal, Jason and another heavy musky scent mixed together registered in his recovering mind. As well as a tapping sound barely heard with his panting filling the small room.

Cautiously, Nathaniel drew the towel from his face and focused on cobalt blue eyes staring straight into his lavender ones. His foggy mind suddenly identified the tapping to be the riding crop against the blonde's boot and the heavy musky scent he easily now remembered from the other night. Jamil. Nathaniel sat blinking up at the two werewolves standing over him with definitely wolfish smiles on their hard faces, flushed with arousal. Nimble fingers reached and plucked the towel from his nerveless hand; Jason raised it to his own nose as Nathaniel helplessly watched. Jason grinned and passed it to the larger man next to him who made an appreciative growling noise.

Nathaniel sprawled naked in front of them, his heated semen cooling on his chest and still heaving belly. He felt exposed, vulnerable and beautiful.

Jason cocked his head, his eyes bright under the bill of his hat, the tapping sound from the crop never ceasing. He said to his lover, "Jamil it looks like we found a very naughty kitty, whatever are we going to do with him?"

Nathaniel shivered with anticipation.

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