II. Nightfall

October 6th

It was their six months anniversary as a couple and Nathaniel had been at the Guilty Pleasures rehearsing all day. He ate an apricot yoghurt in the dressing room while watching the sun set outside the small window, usually covered by thick curtains, but Nathaniel had removed them. He wanted to see...Sunset meant that Damian would wake up...have a shower...and come down to the club. Nathaniel's stomach filled with butterflies and he tingled with excitement. He had prepared a new act, a brand new performance just for him. It was his gift and he was breathlessly excited about it. He walked across the floor to the hanger by the door to check his costume again, he'd done it a dozen times already but he was determined to make it perfect. Tonight was a special night after all...and the performance was good, he thought.

He remembered what had happened the night before when they were rehearsing with some of the vampire strippers. There was a new one; his artist name was Tamlin, he was good. He'd worked in other cities before, used to belong to a master...When Nathaniel walked off the stage he had grabbed him by the shoulder, leaned over and whispered hotly to his ear:

"Everybody who wants to can see that it's a man you love..."

When Nathaniel had just stood there, looking at him, confused and surprised, he had continued: "The women on the front row may think you're showing off for them, but I can see that you're making love to man when you dance...Who is he?" he'd added in a silken voice, forcing Nathaniel to have a good look at him for the first time: Black hair so dark, it shone blue in the light of the lamps, and intense grey eyes. His face angled, body lean and slender. his skin pale and flawless as most vampires'. He was handsome in a pretty Jean-Claude kind of way, although not *as* pretty as the master of the city. Nothing like Damian though, whom Nathaniel thought screamingly sexy just because of his height and undisguised masculinity alone. This new one had something though...authority maybe, confidence...something that told Nathaniel he was used at giving orders. He watched him dance later that night and couldn't help but admire the way the sleek body moved on the stage. The grace and speed, the high skill...His hair was waist long and looked almost like dark water when he moved to the rhythms, swayed with his hips, let the blue lights love his marble skin.

There was something though, that made him uncomfortable being around him. Made him long for Damian...Maybe it was the way his sharp, grey eyes would fasten on him...his gaze slide over his body and his fingers accidentally brush his hair when they passed each other on the narrow stairs to the stage. He was used at being...lusted after...that was not it...It was more the confidence and the strange ability to read him that the other dancer seemed to have. It made Nathaniel feel naked, exposed...and at his mercy.

He wondered what he wanted. The thought made him nervous and insecure. Something hard and uncomfortable gathered in his gut and he shrugged. Licked his spoon clean and steeled himself. Decided to let it go. It wasn't like he hadn't been hit on before, he smiled by the thought, on the contrary...The St.Louis underground seemed to have become less eager though, to lay there paws, claws or hands on him after he became the Executioner's special friend, and then there was Damian...Being with him was like carrying a label: "Do not touch! Directly connected to the Master and people that counts..." He had become spoiled, he figured. He wasn't used at this dealing with unwanted attention anymore. He was safe now, in his new little circle.

The sun had set...soon he would come. Both of them would. His lover and the other...the dangerous one.

He checked his make-up in the mirror and adjusted the grey eye-liner that rimmed his violet eyes. He would change later. After Damian had arrived. The feeling in his gut was good one now. Sunshine when he thought about him...made him feel all warm and comfy.
Six months of being someone's special...it felt nice. And he loved his vampire to pieces. Just the sight of his blood red hair made him tingle. The touch of his lips and to meet his beautiful gaze; the glittering, teasing emeralds, was bliss to him. There was no other place he'd rather be than snuggly in bed with his partner, his mate. After six months it still felt fresh and new and exciting. He blamed it on Damian; the vampire was pure sex... Nathaniel gave himself a little, wicked grin in the mirror, tonight he was going to show him just that...What he did to him...what he felt...That's what this new performance was about: To try to show Damian exactly what it felt like to be loved by him...How it made a stray kitten purr with delight to be lifted into that warm lap of his to be cuddled, fed cream and played with...Like he'd been taken in from the cold and given a place in front of the fire. Damian's fire. Burning so brightly. All that passion, so much warmth...

As the dressing room filled with other strippers and performers he began pacing the floor restlessly. Tamlin arrived and greeted him with a teasing smile. Nathaniel didn't like the look in his eyes: They were suggestive somehow, beneath the silver grey surface. Like he was thinking naughty things about him, undressing him with his mind... He wondered what it was he saw...Was he chained up or bruised? Was he alone or with someone? On his knees, on all fours? Few vampires were as gentle as Damian...and even he had his kinky moments...*Not* that Nathaniel minded...at all!

Tamlin began stripping down immediately. Shamelessly exposed his well-defined body under the bright light in the room. None of the dancers minded it of course, they were used at seeing naked bodies. When he picked up his blue costume however he happened to catch Nathaniel's gaze in the mirror. Nathaniel blushed. It wasn't how it appeared, of course, he hadn't been looking, not like that...But he knew it was too late and Tamlin would think what he pleased; fair enough; the grin he sent him in the reflection was seductive and feral and doubtlessly hungry. Nathaniel didn't like it. He continued pacing the floor, restless and eager until one of the assistants downstairs peeked inside and called for him.

With a bright smile and eager steps he reached the door in no time, stepped outside to the hallway and was instantly lifted off the ground, spun around in the air until he landed with one thigh on each side of Damian's hips. He laughed and embraced him, let the crimson hair spill through his fingers. Kissed him eagerly for a long time. Only then did he look at him, when their lips had parted.

"Happy anniversary, kitten," Damian smiled with a twinkle in his eyes. His one eye-brow raised a little ironic. He steadied Nathaniel with one hand and produced a long stemmed, red rose with the other. Nathaniel squealed a little before he took it. It was so silly...but romantic too.

"Thank you," he breathed and beamed at the other. Wrapped his legs securely around his waist and kissed him again, the hand that held the rose hung over the vampire's shoulder and the vivid color of the flower blended with Damian's hair.

"I love you," he said in a sincere voice and smiled again, rubbed his cheek against Damian's jaw; tried to scent mark him with affection. Damian held him tightly with both arms now, allowed him to rest there placed on the bigger male's hips.

"I love you too," Damian's deep voice was low and passionate, the words followed by a playful little squeeze of Nathaniel's buttocks. The wereleopard chuckled and wriggled a bit, gave Damian's arm a little slap, without hurting the rose of course.

"I'm performing for you tonight," Nathaniel spoke softly in his ear."I've made it special," he added breathlessly. "It's a gift..."

"Really?" The vampire sounded smug. Placed a kiss on Nathaniel's chin. His one hand wandered from up his buttocks and in under his soft, grey tank, caressing his back slowly. " I can't wait to see it, then," he murmured smilingly. "To see my kitten dance just for me..." his dark voice had filled with passion. Poured in from God knows where. It made Nathaniel tingle in his arms, his breath caught in his throat and he gave a muffled sigh with delight. Melted in against the other, molded his lithe body after the broad, muscular form.

"Damian...?!" He was little shocked, a bit surprised by this sudden attack on his senses but laughed purring when the vampire's full lips trailed his neck, bit lightly into his skin without breaking the surface.

Nathaniel curled his toes and closed his eyes half way, moaned deeply and stretched his neck, felt himself grow hard, pressed against Damian's taunt, velvet clad stomach. "Not now," he pleaded. "Please, Damian, I can't think of anything else then," he said honestly and sought the twinkling, green gaze with his own. Damian chuckled deep in his throat and grinned at him:

"I can't help it," he sighed. "I got the most tempting kitty in my arms," he declared lyrically and gave Nathaniel's lips a sweep of his tongue. Smiled again when he heard Nathaniel's little outburst and squeezed his buttocks once more, a little harder now, one in each palm.

Nathaniel clung to his neck and shivered with pleasure, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes briefly, just to feel the moment. Savor and remember it.

"I won't disappoint you," he smiled softly. "You'll be proud of me tonight," he swore. "It's all about you, you know...the way you make me feel inside," Nathaniel blushed a little and looked to the side. Afraid that Damian would think him silly or something... That he'd used too strong words.

The black clad vampire didn't seem to think so though, he lifted his hand from his rear again and rested a finger under Nathaniel's chin, motioned for him to look at him.

"I'm always proud of you," he said. "You are so beautiful, Nathaniel...you make my old soul feel so alive. "

Nathaniel couldn't help the smile from forming on his lips, his cheeks felt warm and he knew they were blushing. A little explosion in his chest every time Damian said things like that. There was nothing teasing about him then, just sincere honesty. His glittering eyes became polished gems, deep, still waters of affection.

It made Nathaniel want to cry but of course he didn't. He just smiled happily at his lover and sought his lips with his own. Let the vampire's teasing tongue slip inside his mouth to plunder the wet, warm cave and ignite the lust in him again. It was always there, his desire for the red-haired vampire; like a resting snake ready to uncoil and meet the other without warning. Blood and fire, vanilla and fur, it was a peculiar, powerful mixture that...

Damian lowered him a bit while they kissed and he could feel the vampire's erection press hard against his own. It made him gasp for breath and hold on tighter. Rub himself slightly against the other. He gave a little mewing sound, didn't mean to, it just happened. It was what Damian did to him, he couldn't help but mellow and melt and feel deliciously lazy and craving with lust. He blinked his eyes and opened them wide. He hadn't realized there was an audience to their little performance in the corridor. A handful of strippers, among them a leather clad Jason, stood smilingly by the door to the dressing room looking at them. Utterly shameless! When they saw that Nathaniel was looking at them they sniggered and winked. Shot him jealous glances before re-entering the dressing room one by one. No fun when they were caught, Nathaniel knew and couldn't help but smile a little. They had reason to be jealous, he thought and held his lover possessively. Damian was a sexy beast...and they didn't even know what he was capable of in bed...He smiled knowingly and rested his head on Damian's shoulder. Sighed with content while Damian nibbled at his neck.

"Are you hungry?" he asked lazily.

"No," Damian replied. " I've had my share...doesn't feel like you though. I'd rather feed of you," he assured him. Nathaniel smiled. Thankfully his duties at Anita's had lessened considerably after she found out about him and Damian. He was allowed to save up and pleasure his lover like that as well. Wasn't so drained by the ardeur anymore and his blood was for Damian alone...

"I know," he whispered. "You'll feed off me later, after I've danced for you..." he trembled slightly with anticipation. Hoped that his dance would have the desired effect on his lover.

Damien moaned softly against his neck and Nathaniel could feel him smiling.

"Consider it a deal," he murmured. "Now you must go and get ready," he added with a hint of regret, let his neck go and met his gaze. "I'll be there...watching you," he promised and lowered the cat to the floor. Nathaniel whimpered by the loss of contact but let himself be placed on his own two feet without complaints. Damian was right...and it was just the beginning of the night after all.

"I see you later then," he breathed. "I hope you'll like...enjoy...it," he smiled a little insecurely and stretched on his toes to receive a last kiss. Their hands met and fingers tangled, a little, sharp thorn on the rose stem sunk into Nathaniel's thumb but he didn't care. Wouldn't ruin the moment by complaining. Damian saw it though. Smiled a little and lifted his hand to his mouth, sucked lightly at the finger both to stop the bleeding and to steal a taste. The vampire's eyes shone brightly when the drops of blood hit his tongue and he had a regretful expression when he let the finger go and pressed a kiss to the wereleopard's palm.

"Later," Nathaniel promised with heaving chest. Damian looked so sexy when he did that...brought on the lust again. Ever aching desire...

"Later," Damian's dark voice repeated and he batted his lashes. Let Nathaniel's hand go with a last assuring squeeze. Nathaniel smiled when he watched him go. Brushed a stray, little curly strand of hair from his face and lifted the rose to his nose. Wriggled it a little by the strong scent from the beautiful flower and turned to walk back to the dressing room.

He saw him then, his lean, graceful body casually leaning against the wall. Tamlin's eyes measured Nathaniel with a knowing expression and instantly made him feel uncomfortable. He hadn't asked for this vampire's attention and wished that it would go away. He blushed and swallowed hard, forced his gaze away from the other's. Felt naked and exposed there, vulnerable faced the the lust that flared in the grey depths. Defenseless against the want that shone through the silvery veils of his gaze.

He didn't say anything when Nathaniel approached him, just sniggered a bit and turned his back to him. His blue-black pony tail looked like a moonlit waterfall at night, streaming down the shiny pvc suit he wore. Nathaniel felt weak and drained. Violated somehow... He clutched the rose in his sweaty palm. Didn't look at anyone, afraid that he'd se *him* if he rose his gaze again.

*

Nathaniel entered the stage a little insecure. It was dark but that wasn't what bothered him. He knew this stage, had no problems navigating on it in the dark. It was the cold feeling Tamlin had left in his bones, like he had been misjudged somehow. Like Tamlin's gaze had left a stamp on him. Something sticky and uncomfortable...he had looked at him again as if he knew him, and the mirror image that the silvery eyes had reflected was someone Nathaniel didn't want to be...

He told himself it was stupid. The vampire didn't know him after all. Didn't mean anything to him...Still it left an aching annoyance. A feeling of being stained and dirty somehow, tainted by those eyes who slid suggestively down his body.

He shrugged it off now though, when the rhythm sounded over the speakers and the first light beams trailed the stage floor. This was *his* song and *his* act and he did it for his loved one. The one who *didn't* make him feel dirty and worthless but pure, secure and loved.

He rolled with his neck and let the beat fill his core. Visualized Damian in his mind. The emerald green of his eyes...then began moving. Swaying sensually with his hips, summoning the kitten inside to playfully cross the stage floor and blow a kiss at the audience. Flash a smile at them; find his lover in the crowd.

He stood by the bar with a glass of red wine, his gaze burned across the room and his lips were slightly parted. He smiled when he felt Nathaniel's gaze, a little twitch of his lips and the sweep of a tongue...The vampire's nostril's flared and Nathaniel suddenly felt confident again. It was for Damian after all, and he deserved a powerful performance...
He winked at the vampire across the room and leaned in on the pole behind him, lifted his hands above his head and stroked the cool metal surface sensually while rocking his hips backwards. Tamlin was right, he suddenly realized, it was kind of obvious, the way he grind his rear against the pole, that it was a male he wanted, pictured... not a girl.
His fingertips left the pole to trail patterns down the slick t-shirt he wore. Deep red silk, Damian's color...They continued down to the black leather pants, snapping the first button open, revealing just a tiny glimpse of the emerald green velvet he wore underneath. His way of telling the world, which colors he preferred. Who he belonged to with body and soul, heart and mind...

He touched his lips suggestively and made small circles with his hips. His nipples stood out in the thin fabric, hard and aroused under the revealing spotlights. He kind of enjoyed it. When he thought of Damian standing there, watching him. Noticing his body...maybe growing hard and eager for him...Oh yes, it was nice...teasing him like this...

He rolled his head forward with half-closed eyes and with a sudden movement ripped the thin silk from his body. He sighed when he did it although nobody could hear it. His blood ran hot and needy when the air kissed his naked skin. He let the ripped silk fall to the floor and hardly noticed the cheering crowd in front of him, for out there was Damian, and this show was just for him. He smiled to himself and licked his fingers, circled his own pink nipples with saliva slick fingertips, trailed his own muscles and hard stomach until he found the hidden zippers on the sides of the leather pants, bent down with a graceful movement and pulled the zippers with him. When he rose again, only the thick piece of velvet hiding his crotch was left.

He pretended to dance in the light from Damian's eyes, bathed in his love. When he gently played with the auburn curls peeking out from the velvet lining while posing for the audience, he pretended it was Damian's hands doing it, the same thing when he rubbed himself against his palm and tightened the fabric, exposed the bulge to the attentive crowd. He loosened his pony tail and let his hair flow freely down his back and over his shoulders as a show off for him, crooked his finger in a come-here motion in the direction where he knew he was. Smiled sweetly and rocked with his hips again, fell to his knees and buried his hands in his own hair, lifted fistfuls of long, coppery curls above his head and sank back on the floor, still on his knees with his legs spread wide, resting on a bed of his own hair, exposing his crotch to the hungry gazes.

*His* hungry gaze, the emerald fire...

Red petals fell from the ceiling and hit his body like cool kisses. Damian's kisses, Nathaniel pretended and shivered every time a soft petal touched his cream colored skin.
He rose again and moved gracefully off the floor. Stood firmly with legs spread and spun around, covered himself in a cloak of hair. He was going to remove his thong now and turn around, only half covered by the hair, but the performance and Damian's presence had made him so excited he didn't know if the hair would hide as much as he wanted. Still, he smiled wickedly to himself, it was their anniversary after all...In a unusually bold move he turned around and faced the audience, his hair hanging behind him like a cape, his hands spread wide and his firm erection standing up from his crotch, viewable to all for a brief moment before a new motion sent his hair spilling forward to cover it up. He smiled and winked in Damian's direction before the lights went out and the sound of the excited screams from the mostly female audience took over for the music.

Nathaniel grinned in the dark. He was unusually happy with himself and how the performance had went. he even chuckled a bit when he found his way through the dark, towards the stairs and Damian's arms.

Someone was there. Waiting in the darkness. Before he'd had time to focus and realize a hand wrapped around his penis and a pair of cool lips covered his. Nathaniel whimpered and panicked, tried to beat the person off, tangled his finger in thick hair. His leopard senses kicked in from the fear and he caught the scent of his attacker. He should have know it was Tamlin, wickedly moving his hand on Nathaniel's erection, holding him in place with his other arm wrapped around his shoulders...sucking at his lips with the grey gaze buried deeply in Nathaniel's own.

"Stop! God, stop!" Nathaniel burst out and wriggled out of the other male's hold. "Please..." he batted at the hand around his arousal. Felt like crying. "Please," he repeated in despair while his knees buckled a little and he came all over Tamlin's moving hand. It didn't feel good, it felt empty. His body spasmed and pumped the semen out of him in a rush that ought to be good, but was not. Just a thick and raw scented substance on slender fingers...His body felt sated though, he instantly hated himself for that.

Finally the palm uncurled and let his cock go. Still semi-erect and sticky with fluid. Nathaniel sobbed deeply in his throat and hurried past the other. Saw that he was smiling...that teasing, wicked grin that he had learned to fear so fast.

"My God!" He covered his mouth with his palm and grabbed his robe from the hanger by the end of the stairs, quickly covering himself up he steered for the toilet and locked the door behind him. Feeling dizzy and slightly ill he sank down on top of the toilet seat, just sat there, meeting his own wild, purple gaze in the mirror on the opposite wall... Almost as pale as the white robe himself. His hair looked unnaturally vivid against the ashen color of his skin.

My god, he thought...How could that have happened?


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