The big cat jumps down to the floor, is padding it restlessly on big paws. Growls deeply and swings his tail in big, furry circles. Nathaniel's discarded clothing is swept in under the big, wooden bed as the cat paces the room. Fur a deep golden color set with brown almost black spots, but not quite. Much like Nathaniel's eye-brows. His eyes are that dark champagne set with tiny specks of gold. His moving muscles are rippling under the thick velvet of the fur. Fangs are gleaming white and sharp in the dim light.

Damian stretches his naked body on the bed. Rolls over to his stomach and rests his head in his palms, watches the cat with intense green eyes:

" Come here, kitty!" He calls. "Come to daddy," his voice fills the air deep and sensual.

The cat gives him a suspicious look over his shoulder, then he moves over. Sniffs the vampire with his big, moist snout. Cool to the touch as it's supposed to be.

The cat recognizes something in the scent and a deep, almost obscenely loud purr fills the room while he proceeds to rub his face to Damian's face. Scent marking him for future reference.

" Mmmm," the vampire smiles and let his hand run through the fur on top of the leopard's head. Down his neck, rubbing gently behind one of the big, pointed ears. " Nice kitty," he sweet talks. "Such a good boy," he whispers affectionately. The vanilla scent is almost drowned in that of fur now. Of animal. Big cat. The wild face in front of him, the hunter in his gaze...Damian can relate to that. Relate to the building urge. The hunger...

" Look," he tells the leopard and stretches for his bed stand drawer, he reaches inside and pulls forth a piece of jewelry; a beautifully crafted collar, only a few inches wide. Red gold, set with tiny drops of crimson. A ruby collar, glittering in the dark. "Would you let me," Damian asks the cat. "Would you carry me with you tonight?" He continues.

The cat looks at the collar suspiciously, measuring, then his great head comes to rest next to Damian's on the bed. Damian's smile widens, he circles the strong neck with the jewelry and locks it in place.

" You are beautiful," he tells the leopard and receives a hug, a brush of velvet, in return.

The vampire rises from the bed and glides over to the door, opens it up to let the cat out to the stone hallway of the Circus. The leopard passes by without a second glace. Eyes narrowed, just slits of yellow now, rimmed by black.

" Be good," Damian calls out after him and closes the door.


III

And suddenly Nathaniel was nowhere to be found. Where he earlier was sure to show up no matter where Damian went he was now just as sure not to...

At first he thought in coincidence. Then he started worrying that the boy maybe regretted their moment on the kitchen floor. If he did, he realized it would hurt. And the thoughts of never kissing him again, holding him, feel the weight of his lithe body in his arms was already tormenting him. He longed...The vampire longed for him with more passion that he'd felt in centuries. It was a restless yearning, for a lover's touch. He wanted to wrap himself around Nathaniel and hold him in place, drink from the boy's body...Blood, lust...whatever he wanted him to have.

He could see himself doing it now...push himself inside the boy, take pleasure in that way he'd been avoiding for so long. The passion was hot, feverish and cruel. Made the stoic vampire cranky and restless. He was haunted by images of cream colored buttocks, dark pink nipples and auburn hair.
The insecurity kept him away from Anita's too. Maybe, he thought. Maybe Nathaniel had found other...amusement. Maybe Anita had finally let him in between her thighs, so he was there now, busy feeding the ardeur, more thoroughly than before. He couldn't feel too jealous though. He had a deep respect for his mistress. He loved her, in a way...and no matter what she would gladly slay a forest of men to protect his kitten from harm. But so would Damian.

He decided to test the waters, simply so he wouldn't go insane. He'd been there before and had no desire to go back to that dark existence.

He went to the Guilty Pleasures. Placed himself in the shadows but close enough that he could see the stage clearly. Ignored the smoke and the chatter and the heavy scents of female perfumes. Just watched the stage greedily. Felt a rippling joy when the lights turned golden and red, swallowed a gasp when the beautiful creature entered it and hugged the copper pole. Watched the light play in his hair. The well-known violet of his eyes.

He watched as spellbound as the boy did his dance on stage. Followed every sway of hips, every erotic motion with his gaze. Startled but a little when his eyes ended up locked in Nathaniel's after having trailed the white clad body from the toes up. The youth looked straight at him, had somehow managed to figure him out from the shadows, a sweet smile played on his lips and a faint pink blush colored his cheeks. Then he threw his head back again, followed the rhythm, began the teasing ritual of removing his pants one golden buckle at the time, loosen that heavy fall of hair.

Damian's artificial pulse beat rapidly. He yearned so much for him it hurt. He remembered it more clearly than ever now; every detail of Nathaniel's body, how it felt, how it smelled, how it tasted...And he wanted it! Wanted to be there again with the writhing body beneath him, locked in those fragile looking limbs. Feel Nathaniel's gentle soul embrace him, roll his cheerful spirit through his mind, taste it like candy, touch the boy's glowing core...
He swallowed hard when Nathaniel hit the pole. Watched the swirl of red that shrouded his body from view. Saw the light hit in his glittering toe ring, long toes, perfect and straight. Damian had a sudden urge to suck at them, lick every ridge and angle with his tongue. Know him throughout, taste every inch...

At last Nathaniel stood in the glittering gold rain again, but he didn't throw his head back this time. He was looking at Damian.

The vampire glided a little bit forward to be sure. But yes, the lycanthrope looked right at him, searched out his gaze in the crowd while breathing heavily after the strenuous act. He didn't smile now, but there was something daring in his eyes that made Damian's body tingle. The red beast flared through him, rolled in stormy waves. When the lights disappeared and Nathaniel let go of the pole, he could still feel his gaze in the darkness.

Damian leaned casually against the wall in the backstage hallway at Guilty Pleasures. It was a pose, nothing more. He didn't feel relaxed at all. His deep green shirt, another sample of the tunic family made his hair gleam and shine like fresh blood. His black pants stood out against the white wall, they were tight, he watched his own muscles flex, noticed how strained they were when he shifted. He crossed his arms over his chest, watched the door to the wardrobes with predatory eyes and heart in throat.

He came out at last. Wore a red sweater and dark blue jeans. The blue bag was back thrown casually over his shoulder. His long braid was neatly done, like a red-shimmering, thick rope down his back. He scanned the corridor tentatively with his gaze, stopped and fastened it on Damian when he saw him. His lips were parted but he didn't smile.

" Damian," the boy stopped in front of him. Held the bag in both hands in front of his body like a buffer. " I wasn't sure you'd come," the soft voice spoke. "I haven't seen you since...lately..." he trailed off. His eyes drifted a bit, insecure...Made Damian smile, relieved and compassionate at the same time.

" Nathaniel," Damian said with the vampire's directness and lack of respect for graceful maneuvering. " I haven't been avoiding you." He stated.

Nathaniel wet his lips with the tip of his tongue, rose his gaze to meet Damian's.

" No?" He asked at last.

" No..." Damian shrugged. "Unless you've been avoiding *me*, it's just been coincidence," he said calmly.

" Oh," Nathaniel swung the bag lightly." And I suppose a phone call isn't something you expect from a vampire..." he mused.

Damian laughed. A deep, sensual thrill.

" I usually forget that those things exists," he said amused. " But I haven't forgotten you," he added seriously.

Nathaniel flashed him a shy smile.

" Thanks," he said for reasons Damian couldn't quite figure." Because I...It was special wasn't it?" Nathaniel asked a bit fearfully. "I mean...I thought it was special," he finished his explanation.

" It was, " Damian pushed himself from the wall, offered his arm to the smaller male who took it with a half-surprised, half-grateful look. Hooked his slender arm under the vampire's strong one and let his fingers rest on his green-clad forearm. He leaned in a bit, unconsciously seeking physical reassurance, guided by his lycanthrope's instincts. His head lay lightly on Damian's shoulder when they walked together down the hall.

One of the other strippers, a minor vampire as far as Damian could tell whistled sharply after them when they passed by:

" Way to go, Nathaniel!" He called out. Nathaniel reddened and smiled shyly. Tightened his grip on Damian's arm.

" Where are you going?" Damian asked.

" Where you are," Nathaniel blurted out.

Damian grinned.

" You're supposed to go back to Anita's aren't you?" He asked the leopard.

" Yes..."

"Then that's where we're going," Damian decided and lay his free hand on top of Nathaniel's, squeezed it lightly.

They reached the parked car and Nathaniel buckled up in the driver's seat. Damian sat in beside him. Nathaniel started the engine and reached for the gears when Damian stopped his hand, curled his fingers around the slender wrist and lifted it to his face. Guided the hand across his own marble cheek and pressed his lips to the palm. Delved in the scent of the leopard-boy. Savored the rich taste of his skin.

" Damian," Nathaniel's voice was trembling. His breath came faster, sounded out loud in the small car.

Damian let his hand go. Saw the other swallow hard before continuing his tasks, motioning the car out from the parking space while sending him quick sideway glances from the crook of his eyes. They were shiny now, those eyes...shiny and happy. His lips were still parted, as if waiting for a kiss.

They drove in silence for a while. Nathaniel motioned the car carefully through the traffic, alert and concentrated.

" What do you want with me Damian?" He suddenly asked. Curious, not suspicious.

" What do you mean?" Damian replied. He thought his intentions were pretty obvious...

" I didn't think you liked boys," Nathaniel explained.

" I don't," the vampire stated calmly.

" Then why?" Nathaniel breathed, something frustrated seeped through in his voice and Damian realized this was something Nathaniel had pondered for quite a while.

" I like you." He said.

Nathaniel smiled. Kept staring at the road.

" How much?" He teased, wrinkled his nose a bit. Looked awfully young and naughty.

" Enough to ignore the fact that I don't like boys." Damian smiled in the darkness. Saw Nathaniel's smile widen as well, his whole figure straighten, become more secure.

" You want to sleep with me then?" He asked softly.

" If you like..."

Nathaniel kept grinning as he drove. The temperature in the car rose remarkably.

" I always thought you were...great looking," he said cheerfully, his eyes never missing a street sign. "But you were out of reach, so...I mean...I was really excited when you began noticing me," he explained. "But I'm sure you don't want to hear about that," he interrupted himself.

" Why do you think that?" Damian asked calmly.

Nathaniel shrugged but said nothing. His eyes narrowed while he watched the traffic intensely. They approached the city border now. Soon they'd be out of the heavy traffic, judged by Nathaniel's expression he didn't exactly mind...

" It's been a while since I had a lover of my own...choosing," Nathaniel shifted gear. Swallowed hard. "But I promise I won't be bothersome," he added quickly . "In the morning," he explained."...or night." he smiled slightly. A shy glance at Damian.

" I know you won't." Damian smiled secretive and trailed Nathaniel's form with his gaze. "Nothing you do will ever bother me," he said huskily, made Nathaniel start and look at him briefly before looking back at the road.

" You are so beautiful," Nathaniel gave a little smile. "Your hair, it looks almost liquid," he said. "And you're so tall, and...broad," the pink blush appeared in his cheeks again.

" You like that?" Damian asked curious. Wondered if Asher had been right.

" Yes..." Nathaniel almost whispered. "I'd love to give myself to you," he added coyly.

That was it as far as Damian was concerned.

" Nathaniel, stop the car!" He demanded.

Nathaniel gave him a curious look but did as he was told. It was not in his nature to argue. He pulled up beside the road. They were driving through a green wood now, trees surrounded them on both sides. But Damian didn't see the trees.

He took a hold of Nathaniel's wrist again, forced the other to look him in the eyes. Stern, serious and quickly burning he pressed the button to the safety belts and yanked the other towards him when the belt rolled back up and snapped in place.

" Come here," he breathed, rather unnecessarily, and filled his lap with the other male. Lifted the little handle that allowed the seat to drop a bit and lay back with Nathaniel straddling his thighs. The wereleopard breathed in his face, heavy, laden. He searched blindly for Damian's lips and lapped at them gently when he found them, asked for permission to enter. Damian parted them and let him in. Noticed faintly Nathaniel's deep sigh of pleasure before he was sucked in by the feel. Plundered the other's mouth not too gently with his own tongue, caressed his lips with his own. Nathaniel's hands laced behind Damian's neck, resting on top of the silken, red fall of hair. Damian's hands on Nathaniel's hips, caressing them with his thumbs, guided them down to meet his own, refreshed the memory of the feel of the two rock hard members gracing each other through the layers of fabric. Grinding, sucking and licking at each other they stayed in that position for a while. Damian's hands slipped in under Nathaniel's red sweater. Touched the smooth skin again, let his hands roam his torso with sure strokes.

" I want more," he told Nathaniel hoarsely. Received a nod and a hazed gaze in return. He opened the door and they scrambled outside in the cool night air. Nathaniel held Damian's hand. Guided him in amongst the trunks. Soft moss and grass under their feet, the scent of earth and fresh green. Damian caught up with his lover-to-be and swung him up in his arms, pressed him up against a trunk, plundered his mouth again and felt Nathaniel's legs curl around his waist. The vampire cupped his buttocks, caressed the firm flesh through the rough, strained fabric of his jeans.

" That's what I want," he whispered in Nathaniel's ear.

The cat moaned and licked at Damian's throat, rocked slightly in mid-air. Rhythmically moving against Damian's hips while clinging to his shoulders, pressing kisses to his neck.

" That's my kitty!" Damian murmured and lowered him to the ground. Rose to his feet again, looked down at the curled up boy on the ground. The way he bit his own fingers, his movements were slow and lazy. Want in his eyes, lust in all he did.

Damian loosened his pants with deliberate movements. Saw Nathaniel's gaze cling hungry to his fingers as he did. He crawled over the other with his pants open, felt Nathaniel's small hand slip inside, curl around his arousal, touch it, caress it, while his breathing came deep and ragged.

Damian moaned and kissed him. Lost himself in the sensations from the moving hand. The skillfulness of those fingers. He pushed Nathaniel's sweater over his head, pulled the braid through the garment as well and tossed it aside.

Nathaniel's free hand tugged at the green tunic and Damian helped him. Pushed his hips forward to remind the boy of his current tasks while rising to his knees and quickly slip the silk over his head. His green gaze held fire when he bent over Nathaniel again.

" Like jewels," Nathaniel breathed against his lips. "But prettier," he added and locked his gaze in Damian's. Licked the other's lips, bit and sucked at the deep red flesh.

Damian stretched his torso, covered Nathaniel's lither form with his skin. Marble met creamy warm, a cherry red nipple kissed a pink one, rolled across it accompanied by shivering moans.

The struggle got wilder. Nathaniel pushed at the waist band of Damian's black pants and Damian ripped the kitten's open, revealed the nicely shaped hardness underneath, steadily leaking beads of clear moisture in it's nest of rich auburn curls.

Damian grinned and touched him, rubbed that which the screaming women and Guilty Pleasures would pay a fortune just to see.

He cupped Nathaniel's buttocks again, lifted the boy's hips slightly at the ground, trailed the crack there with his finger, watched the rise and Fall of Nathaniel's chest. Moaned and jerked himself when Nathaniel squeezed his balls in his pants. It was about time to let go of those pants...

He rose to his feet and dropped them to the ground with a wink in Nathaniel's direction. Nathaniel giggled and watched hungrily as the long, straight flesh was revealed, peeking out from the blood red curls that gathered at the base, the heavy set of balls. Long, muscular legs, pale and smooth, like colored glass.

Nathaniel rose to his knees, he pulled down his pants and wriggled out of them, one foot at the time. Then he kicked off his boots and hugged Damian's thighs.

His purple gaze met the vampire's questionably, he gave a slight nod and trembled faintly when Nathaniel's breath brushed his skin. The wereleopard's lips touched the surface of his thighs. The little pink tongue came out to taste him...Lapped at the strong limbs, nuzzled his nose in the red curls. He bit lightly at the twin globes resting in his sac, took a hold of the straining erection with his hand before, without warning, taking it in to his mouth.

Damian hissed when he felt the moist warmth embracing him. The sight of Nathaniel's full soft lips around him. The fluttering eyelashes, the way he shamelessly took a hold of his own arousal, pleasuring himself in time with his lips' ministrations: The teasing play of his tongue over the blood filled, erect flesh that filled the cave of his mouth. Wept salt of excitement, smeared the soft, wet opening with pre-cum that mingled and blended with Nathaniel's saliva. Nathaniel sucked harder, let him slide all the way down his throat where he massaged the rod mercilessly with strong muscles, sighed and withdrew, breathed and moved down again.
Damian trembled visibly now. Held the auburn head in a strong grip. Sighed and tried to hold his hips back, not jerk forward and choke the boy. It felt like, everything he'd dreamed of and then some. Nathaniel was melted vanilla ice cream, crystalline beauty and fur scented lust, all in one gentle boy. And Damian was completely lost in the pleasure. The hot, hot and moist sensations he found buried all the way down in Nathaniel's mouth.

His own crimson, glistening hair fell down around his waist and framed Nathaniel's sweet face. Further down he saw Nathaniel's slick member, Nathaniel's hand holding it was slick with juices as well. Glimmering moist in the dim night light.

" Nathaniel," he whispered with an edge. "Let me pleasure you..."

The leopard let go of him with a soft sigh, he wiped the moist from his swollen lips with his palm. Continued to touch himself, keep up a steady rhythm while looking up at Damian.

" I'll do anything you want me to," he said softly. Eyes glittering with passion.

" I know that," Damian smiled down at the kitten by his feet. He lowered himself, rested with bent knees, his eyes at the same level as Nathaniel's. He cupped the back of the boy's head and kissed him roughly. Joined Nathaniel's own hand on his twitching arousal and helped him milk more of that glistening fluid from the strained flesh.

" I want to fuck you now," he told the violet-eyed youth who was panting with rapidly increasing lust. "Turn around, kitten...Let me see what all the fuss is about," Damian grinned feral with exposed fangs.

Nathaniel gave a whimpering sound and let go of his hard member. He turned around on the ground. leaned forward, ending up on his fours. His buttocks exposed to Damian's gaze.
The vampire gently spread his legs further, noticed that Nathaniel was trembling, his thighs were slick with a fine sheen of sweat in the cool night.

He saw the tiny opening between the round, cream colored half-globes, touched the skin gently, pressed a kiss to his left buttock before letting his finger trail the cleft. Push gently at the pink, puckered flesh, felt it yield and stretch and allowed the finger to sink inside.

Nathaniel whimpered again but kept still in front of him as Damian slowly began fucking him with his index finger, made himself known and comfortable with the velvety heat, the soft little gland that made Nathaniel scream hoarsely and his trembling increase.

Damian let in another finger and opened him up, saw the tiny opening become a hole in which he slipped his tongue. Licked the rim and buried the soft, strong little piece of flesh inside of Nathaniel's velvet warmth.

Small drops of liquid dripped from Nathaniel's erection down to the ground. Damian massaged his balls gently from behind, traced the sensitive flesh between the silken sack and the opening he was busy ravaging with his tongue.

"Damian," Nathaniel whimpered almost unhappily. "Damian, please!"

Damian withdrew with a smile, gave the boy's buttocks a gentle slap before he took hold of himself and pointed the erection slightly downwards, in contact with the saliva slick entrance. His arousal looked obscenely large compared to the small hole he was about to penetrate but he knew such things had been done before and would again and didn't doubt the possibility... Besides he *wanted* to be inside of this boy. Bury himself in the warmth, the soft, silken texture he'd felt within. He wanted Nathaniel's to be the body he took his pleasure from.
He spread the creamy buttocks even more with his hands and pushed hard against the entrance of the wereleopard's body.

" Move, Nathaniel," he said hoarsely. His voice seemed to fail him tonight. He moaned loudly when Nathaniel did as he was told and pushed himself against him. Saw the ring of muscles yield even more and let him inside. Inch by inch his marble hardness was consumed and embraced by the finely sculpted, slender body. The lithe boy took him all in, pressed himself down his shaft while making a distinct mewing sound that bled into a guttural growl in his throat. His spine arched upwards, adjusted his body to the new feel of the vampire's flesh filling him up.

" Nathaniel..." Damian breathed lowly and moved his hands to the kitten’s hips, wriggled in place inside of him. Rose a little, made himself comfortable inside.

" Do it!" He told his lover in a strangled voice and watched greedily as the other's body began to rock back and forth on the ground. Ragged moans escaped him every time he impaled himself on the vampire, sighs when he withdrew.

Damian steadied him with a palm at the small of his back, encircled his arousal with the other, increased Nathaniel's pleasure as he struggled with his own. Damian's eyes fell shut, he couldn't bear watching anymore...was too much...the sight...the pale rod moving in and out of Nathaniel's body, the rocking youth who worked so hard to reach his completion, fucking himself on Damian's body. The vampire threw his head backwards, brushed the moss with his long hair and let a harsh cry escape his throat. The surging heat, the rhythmical pleasure, the tight pressure of Nathaniel's body was too much. It was definitely time to reward the boy. He grabbed his fragile looking hips again and thrust his own forward, took control of the lovemaking with powerful movements. Heard Nathaniel cry out and moved his hands to the youth's chest, rose his torso so they both were crouched on the ground. Nathaniel almost in Damian's lap, letting the other hold his weight while Damian fucked him from below with long, sure thrusts. He held Nathaniel's hips again. Felt his body tense and relax with the flow. Every moan was a cry now, every cry followed by a sigh as Nathaniel's hands clawed at Damian's thighs, almost sobbed when Damian thrust inside. His head fell forward and his braid curled around their feet as a shiny, thick serpent.

Damian decided it was time to let go then. Out of instinct, rather than sense he bent the boy half-way to the ground and sank his fangs into his exposed neck. Heard Nathaniel's sharp intake of breath as well as his mewing songs of pleasure. He emptied himself inside the wereleopard then, rode off countless waves of mind shattering pleasure, a kaleidoscope of emotions, cascades of rippling sensations as he spasmed and convulsed in Nathaniel's slender body. His blood kept streaming into his mouth, powerful and delicious, heightened the peak even more, added color to the waves. He felt hot liquid spurt out of Nathaniel and coat his hand and he moved inside, knew the cat had reached his peak as well and showered the ground in salty juices.

At last he let go of the luscious neck, buckled and fell down on Nathaniel who slumped to the ground with a guttural sound. His eyes bled golden when he turned to look at Damian, still with his member buried deep inside of the boy. He wasted no time but arched up and kissed him. Staked a final claim, or so it felt. Wanted to touch his lips while he was still shook by and taken by the flow.

" Nathaniel," he whispered with emotion and rolled off him. Let the youth regain his senses. His softening member slipped out of the warm body followed by a trickling river of white liquid. He instantly missed the heat.

Nathaniel's breathing calmed slowly beside him on the ground. Finally the boy turned his head to the still, resting vampire and smiled. His eyes were back to smoky violet, he swallowed hard and sighed happily.

" Wow, Damian, that was great," he burst out with a wide, although tired smile and rolled gracefully over to rest in the vampire's arms. His auburn head on Damian's pale chest, his hands resting on his wide, muscular shoulders. Damian held him close. Encircled the figure with strong arms. Held him there, smiling slightly in the night...

" Are you cold?" Damian asked after a while, when the afterglow had somewhat settled.

" A bit," Nathaniel admitted.

" We should get going them," Damian replied with regret.

" Yes," Nathaniel said softly and moved off the vampire's body. He searched the darkness from his clothes and ignored the sticky fluids running down his thighs.

Damian watched the sky, measured the time till dawn:

" I think I'll fly back to the Circus," he told Nathaniel.

" Aren't you coming to Anita's?" Nathaniel sounded disappointed.

Damian's lips twitched:

" Her coffin room is nice enough," he stated. "But my big bed back at the Circus so much more comfortable," he smiled.

" Yes," Nathaniel gave a pale smile, he looked away, regained that shy expression from earlier. "Can't I come with you?" he asked lowly wile pulling his pants back on.

Damian contemplated the possibility. It was tempting but...

"I don't think our Mistress would be pleased if I steal her Pomme de sang from her bed a whole night." He said and mourned the fact.

Nathaniel just looked at him for a while. Measured him with eyes that told nothing.

" I suppose you're right." He shrugged visibly and pulled on his sweater. Coiled up the braid and slipped it through the hole first. Looking somewhat lost with his arms crossed over his chest he turned his back at Damian and began walking back in the car's direction.

" Nathaniel?!" Damian called out after him, but the lycanthrope didn't pause. He moved speedily and caught up with him under the branches. Moved down and kissed him sincerely. Held him tightly as he pressed his lips to the boy's.

" Good night, Nathaniel," he whispered before he rose up high above the ground.

It wasn't before he was back at the Circus waiting in his bed for the sun to rise, recalled the evening's most pleasurable events and dreaming about Nathaniel in his arms - it struck him that he had hurt his kitten. That he somehow had managed to twist their parting words into a rejection.

Damian cursed loudly and counted the minutes till dawn...they were too few...not enough of them. He sighed painfully and prepared to die.



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