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Taking What You Want
Author:Magyana
Beta: none
Email: [email protected]
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jean-Claude/Nathaniel
Warnings: blood
Request: Flowers, BDSM switch (Nate domming a bit), red satin sheets
Written For: Uforeah
Early January
Nathaniel wandered the streets near Guilty Pleasures thinking about the so called discussion he and Anita had earlier that night. She wanted him to be more independent. To start standing up for himself and the things he wanted. He couldn�t help but laugh miserably to himself over that thought. If only Anita knew what he really wanted, who he fantasized about when she was biting him and using him. With a weary sigh Nathaniel turned and headed back to the club, he was due to go on soon and still no closer to figuring out how to please his new Mistress. Maybe he�d spend the night with Jason to give him more time to think.
Nathaniel woke up with a mild headache and much gratefulness that his metabolism meant hangovers were mostly a thing of the past. He rolled away from Jason, to stare up at the ceiling and think about everything they had talked about while drinking their shared pain away. Jason thought he should go for it, even offered to help him set it up. Nathaniel didn�t think he was quite ready for such a bold move, yet. It was only January, Anita had made him promise to take charge and do at least one of the things his submissive nature kept him from doing before the year ended. Last night when he made the promise, more to end the fight then for any real desire to do so, a whole year seemed like plenty of time to do something, anything. Yet, this morning when all he could think about was his deepest desire a year would never be enough time.
December Same Year
Nathaniel looked around the room and wondered yet again how he let Jason talk him into this. Not to say the room wasn�t perfect. It was, he just couldn�t believe he was going to try this. When Anita got back in town from her latest job she was so going to kill him. Well unless Jean-Claude killed him first.
Checking the clock by the bed once again, Nathaniel started to pace nervously. He would awaken soon. Briefly Nathaniel wondered how Jason had pulled off decorating the room then decided he didn�t want to know. The bed was made up in red satin sheets; the bedspread red with black roses stitched into it was folded down to show off that delicious pale flesh, the small scar only making Nathaniel more aware of how perfect he was. There were candles of the deepest red, as close as they could find to the color of blood, scattered across the room and one lone black one closest to the bed. Of course if things went right that candle wouldn�t be used for decoration.
Jason assured him that he wore no clothes under the sheets and Nathaniel himself was dressed in the tightest, blackest pair of leather pants Jason could force him into. His shirt was silk with ruffles and a shade of violet just a touch darker than his eyes. His long auburn hair was left mostly down, just the top portion pulled back in a braid so no matter what he couldn�t use it to hide. Jason had insisted on that, right now he wanted to hide, or walk away but he couldn�t. He couldn�t walk away from the perfection waiting in that bed for him. And oh heaven help him, he was waking.
Jean-Claude gasped for his first breath of the day then stretched languidly before frowning to himself. The person in here with him wasn�t Jason as he first assumed, oddly enough it tastes like young Nathaniel but Anita always takes him with her. With a bit of panic Jean-Claude felt through his mark and relaxed when he felt that Anita was alright. His concern for his human servant settled Jean-Claude sat up and opened his eyes looking straight towards the nervous kitten that seemed to have invaded his rooms.
�Nathaniel?� It took effort for his voice to remain normal, as his eyes took in his room and its new additions.
�Jean-Claude.�
It was only Jean-Claude�s vampiric hearing that allowed him to hear the wereleopard�s whispered answer. Jean-Claude looked around the room once more then slowly stood up, the kitten obviously wanted to play while his Mistress was away and Jean-Claude wanted to see how far Nathaniel would take this little game of his. He smiled again as those lovely violet eyes became enraptured with his body, he could smell the kitten�s desire along with the nervousness now. Perhaps this game would be fun after all.
Nathaniel nervously bit his bottom lip as Jean-Claude stood up, part of him wanted to bolt from the room and strangle Jason for talking him into this and the other part of him wanted to just devour Jean-Claude. Nathaniel stood frozen with indecision then he called up every bit of courage he had, every ounce of desire within him and he pounced on Jean-Claude, taking what he wanted for once.
Jean-Claude stood watching Nathaniel, mentally debating what move the kitten would try first. Curious of what excuse Nathaniel would give for daring to try this game. What he did not expect was Nathaniel to give a soft growl then pounce on him as if he was some tasty prey on the full moon. He also wasn�t expecting the determination growing in Nathaniel�s eyes as Jean-Claude was pinned to his own bed his arms both slowly forced above his head and into one powerful hand.
Jean-Claude tried to keep his voice steady as he spoke, �Nathaniel what do you think you are doing?�
Nathaniel smiled in answer and leaned down to lightly nip at Jean-Claude�s neck. �I�m going to worship your body like it deserves. Then I�m going to feed you. Then,� Nathaniel paused blushing a little now before shaking his head and tightening his hold on Jean-Claude�s arms, �then you�re going to fuck me into this big lovely mattress until we don�t know where one of us starts and the other ends.�
Jean-Claude mentally moaned trying to limit the indications he was enjoying this. He couldn�t hide the smell of his desire from Nathaniel but he could try and not encourage this situation. �Nathaniel as lovely as that sounds you know Ani..�
Nathaniel leaned down biting gently yet deeply into Jean-Claude�s collar bone while shifting his body to rub his erection against Jean-Claude. His voice was more growl then voice when he spoke and his eyes flashed as he interrupted Jean-Claude. �No, this is not about her. She wants me to become dominate. To take what I want. She wants all of us to be good little boys but ignore the monster in us because it makes her have to see the monster in her. No. Tonight is about you and me and pleasure. Nothing else. I know you want me Jean-Claude. Take me, devour me, don�t make me suffer anymore.�
Jean-Claude moaned aloud unable to stop this one in time; his brain struggling to listen to the wereleopard, fighting to remind his body why he couldn�t do this. Then just as he was about to retaliate, to insist Nathaniel stop this at once; Nathaniel leaned up with his free hand and tore a small gash into his neck. Jean-Claude watched that delicious, hot blood swell up to meet him. Blood given to him willingly. He couldn�t help it, he gave in to the monster he�d been denying for so long.
Nathaniel smiled to himself as Jean-Claude leaned forward and lapped at his neck before biting it properly. He knew this was Jean-Claude�s acceptance; that for tonight at least, Jean-Claude was his.
Jean-Claude poured all the power and desire he could into his bite as he feed from Nathaniel, making sure the wereleopard not only reached climax but was building towards another before he finished. While Nathaniel was lax from the blood loss and pleasure Jean-Claude quickly flipped him over and pulled off the soft violet shirt before Nathaniel could even think of complaining.
Nathaniel blinked rapidly as cool air brushed across the skin of his chest, then gasped and tried to sit up once he realized he had lost control of the situation. Jean-Claude laughed softly and quickly had Nathaniel back down and both his arms not only above the kitten�s head but attached to the headboard.
�Now, now my kitten, you made a lovely argument, and I find myself quite anxious to agree with you. However, in all your careful planning with my wayward wolf you forgot one thing. In the end I will always be a Master you will always be a delectable little pet.�
Nathaniel could only whimper in response as Jean-Claude finished speaking only to go straight to taking off the leather pants Nathaniel was wearing.
Jean-Claude grinned wickedly as he finished unwrapping his gift, then he proceeded to cover almost every inch of Nathaniel�s skin with either soft kisses or light bites. He made sure to ignore the straining erection trying desperately to get his attention and instead settled down to make a feast of Nathaniel�s nipples. Once Nathaniel was writhing and alternating between growling and muttering incoherently Jean-Claude pulled a bottle of oil off the nightstand and moved on to carefully preparing the young kitten. It was only as Jean-Claude finally slid into Nathaniel that his eyes fell on the lone black candle in the room. With a wicked grin Jean-Claude glanced at his pet then, making sure to keep Nathaniel distracted with what his lower body was doing, Jean-Claude reached out and carefully pulled the candle to him. Timing his thrusts just right Jean-Claude made sure to drop the first drip of wax on Nathaniel�s abused nipples right as he slammed into the wearleopard�s prostate.
Nathaniel screamed out in pleasure, arching off the bed as his body was simultaneously hit with the sting of wax and the pleasure of Jean-Claude thrusting inside him. He nearly bit through his bottom lip, fighting to keep from climaxing too soon, he didn�t want this night to end.
Many hours later, Jean-Claude finally unbound Nathaniel�s arms, lovingly kissing each marred wrist. Then just as gently Jean-Claude picked the were up and carried him to the bathroom, where a steaming tub surrounded by candles awaited them. Jean-Claude had to chuckle to himself as his kitten barely stirred until the hot water hit his well used body.
�Relax, my kitten, we both are in need of a good bath, and then you are going to get some rest.�
Nathaniel while blinking lazily up at Jean-Claude opened his mouth to reply only to have his complaint silenced by a kiss from Jean-Claude. After such a persuasive argument Nathaniel happily relaxed and continued to let the vampire do as he wished to him.
Later once Jean-Claude had Nathaniel clean, dry and back in bed he sat beside him, toying with Nathaniel�s long hair. �So tell me my sweet kitten what would be a good reward for my wolf for putting you up to this.�
Nathaniel sleepily laughed, before responding, his voice thick with sleep, �Convince Asher Jason�s serious when he offers himself to him.�
Jean-Claude looked down at the sleeping wereleopard and chuckled to himself. Yes things were definitely going to change soon, perhaps the shock wouldn�t kill Anita.
The End
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