"Lust in Blue" (Noah/Asher, Rated NC-17)
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skellywagTitle: "Lust in Blue"
Author: That would be moi.
Fandom: Anita Blake
Pairing: Noah/Asher
Rating: NC-17
A/N: This was written for the illustrious![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ravenpirate because I was gone for five weeks and she was without yummy Skells-sex. Noah is a character from her novel, who we paired with Asher for RPage just because. So yes. Consult the memories of slytherduck to find out more about what we've done with them, if ye be interested.
The bed was dressed all in blue: the sheets as pale as ice, the coverlet a deep, royal blue, and the pillowcases somewhere in between, providing a startling contrast that Asher wasn't sure he liked. It wasn't the colour, but more the fact that it was a little disconcerting for Jean-Claude to be picking his bedsheets when the two weren't sleeping together anymore. Not only that, but Noah certainly wouldn't have approved. For better or for worse, however, Noah wasn't there. He'd been sent to Cincinatti by the pharmaceuticals company he worked for, and it hadn't been in either of their best interests for Asher to accompany him.
At any rate, regardless of the why and how, it left Asher with one more night with nothing at all to do. He hadn't been in the mood to socialize, and had already run a rambunctious and overly-flirtatious Jason out of his room, and now he was lying in bed, pale as a calla lily but only half as flawless, contemplating the colour of his sheets.
The vampire's husky-blue eyes drifted closed as one hand brushed down the unmarred side of his neck and chest. As much as Noah seemed to love touching and kissing his scars, Asher never would himself unless it was necessary, and could take no pleasure in the feel of flesh like melted wax. His fingertip brushed over the pale pink bud of a nipple, and he worried his lower lip, imagining it was a touch other than his own that was sending shivers down his spine.
Because they'd shared the four vampire marks, it was so much more difficult on both of them to be apart. Of course, traditionally, one didn't let one's servant wander very far, anyway. However, while Asher could have exerted such power over Noah, he had neither the need nor the desire to do so. Though it was sometimes inconvenient, he enjoyed the fact that Noah was his own man, with his own responsibilities.
That hand traveled further, along the slight ripple of his abdomen and lower, and Asher could almost imagine it was someone else touching him; the only other person he wanted to touch him. A slow shudder raced down his spine then, because the touch had seemed to change, so that it did feel as if there was someone else touching him, two hands drifting low to trail fingers along his sadly flaccid cock. He'd not fed in almost two days, so it would stay that way regardless of how aroused he got mentally.
Very slowly, Asher opened his eyes, and they rounded when he saw that it was not a trick of his mind and that Noah was, in fact, there, kneeling at the side of the bed. He was wearing the most mischievious expression as he pushed Asher's hand away and began stroking the vampire's limp cock. "How…?" Asher began, but the rest of his question dissolved into a moan as Noah put a finger to his lips, shook his head with a grin, and slightly increased his pace.
A thousand questions raced through Asher's thoughts, the least of which being why didn't Noah let him feed so that they could enjoy one another thoroughly, but with wave after wave of pleasure coursing through his body, each thought flitted from his mind to be replaced with another before it could be given ample reflection.
It was an exquisite sort of pleasure-torture, and it went on for hours, Asher incapable of anything but arching and moaning while Noah remained beside the bed, smirking but refusing to speak. It was a little unnerving to be treated in such a way by one's lover, but the vampire didn't have the mental capacity to contemplate it very long. He was given orgasm after orgasm, crying out until his throat was raw, but he knew without the excess blood for an erection, he'd never be able to climax and find release.
Then, all at once, it ended, his cock was released. His body ached a bit from how it had been abused, but since he hadn't been hard in the first place, there was none of the necessity for release that there would have been, only a divine sense of relief. It was certainly one of the most amazing things he'd ever experienced, since before that he hadn't even known he could achieve such pleasure without an erection, but it was so much better when one could reach some sort of closure.
Pale blue eyes opened upon an empty bedroom and then narrowed in confusion. Not only had there been no sound of Noah leaving the room, but if he focused, he could feel that his lover was definitely not in the Circus, or even in St. Louis. He mentally nudged at the unseen impression of Noah that he could sense, and received the image of a sleepy smile from the other blonde.
Having a necromancer for a human servant was one thing; at least there was precedent, even if it was rarely done for fear that the servant would become master. However, there was no precedent for a vampire having an elven servant, so far Asher knew. All races of fey tended to keep to themselves, or at least had no desire to consort with vampires, if they were going to socialize with the "lesser" races. The fey had everything to do with nature, and nothing to do with something so unnatural as the undead.
Asher had had a servant before, and yet Juliana had been human, so with Noah he was completely outside his element. Yet he had been outside his element since they'd started their relationship, and Noah's unpredictability was one of his most appealing qualities. The fact that the elf could see beauty where Asher himself only found ugliness was enough to bring tears to the vampire's eyes. Despite the risk, Asher had had to join them with such a bond; better than marriage, and longer-lasting, regardless of the fact that both men were immortal to begin with.
Now it appeared that there were added side-effects. After all, elves were not weak like humans; they had their own powers and apparently Noah had many of his irrespective of the vampire marks. Many of the fey were as telepathic as vampires were, and it seemed Noah had wormed his way into Asher's dream. At least, that was the only excuse for what had transpired that Asher could come up with; he'd have to wait to ask his lover about it, because the other man was asleep and the vampire had had enough mental exertion for the evening. However, whatever had happened, it certainly promised to make things far more interesting during the infrequent periods during which they were apart…
~Fin.
Author: That would be moi.
Fandom: Anita Blake
Pairing: Noah/Asher
Rating: NC-17
A/N: This was written for the illustrious
ravenpirate because I was gone for five weeks and she was without yummy Skells-sex. Noah is a character from her novel, who we paired with Asher for RPage just because. So yes. Consult the memories of slytherduck to find out more about what we've done with them, if ye be interested.The bed was dressed all in blue: the sheets as pale as ice, the coverlet a deep, royal blue, and the pillowcases somewhere in between, providing a startling contrast that Asher wasn't sure he liked. It wasn't the colour, but more the fact that it was a little disconcerting for Jean-Claude to be picking his bedsheets when the two weren't sleeping together anymore. Not only that, but Noah certainly wouldn't have approved. For better or for worse, however, Noah wasn't there. He'd been sent to Cincinatti by the pharmaceuticals company he worked for, and it hadn't been in either of their best interests for Asher to accompany him.
At any rate, regardless of the why and how, it left Asher with one more night with nothing at all to do. He hadn't been in the mood to socialize, and had already run a rambunctious and overly-flirtatious Jason out of his room, and now he was lying in bed, pale as a calla lily but only half as flawless, contemplating the colour of his sheets.
The vampire's husky-blue eyes drifted closed as one hand brushed down the unmarred side of his neck and chest. As much as Noah seemed to love touching and kissing his scars, Asher never would himself unless it was necessary, and could take no pleasure in the feel of flesh like melted wax. His fingertip brushed over the pale pink bud of a nipple, and he worried his lower lip, imagining it was a touch other than his own that was sending shivers down his spine.
Because they'd shared the four vampire marks, it was so much more difficult on both of them to be apart. Of course, traditionally, one didn't let one's servant wander very far, anyway. However, while Asher could have exerted such power over Noah, he had neither the need nor the desire to do so. Though it was sometimes inconvenient, he enjoyed the fact that Noah was his own man, with his own responsibilities.
That hand traveled further, along the slight ripple of his abdomen and lower, and Asher could almost imagine it was someone else touching him; the only other person he wanted to touch him. A slow shudder raced down his spine then, because the touch had seemed to change, so that it did feel as if there was someone else touching him, two hands drifting low to trail fingers along his sadly flaccid cock. He'd not fed in almost two days, so it would stay that way regardless of how aroused he got mentally.
Very slowly, Asher opened his eyes, and they rounded when he saw that it was not a trick of his mind and that Noah was, in fact, there, kneeling at the side of the bed. He was wearing the most mischievious expression as he pushed Asher's hand away and began stroking the vampire's limp cock. "How…?" Asher began, but the rest of his question dissolved into a moan as Noah put a finger to his lips, shook his head with a grin, and slightly increased his pace.
A thousand questions raced through Asher's thoughts, the least of which being why didn't Noah let him feed so that they could enjoy one another thoroughly, but with wave after wave of pleasure coursing through his body, each thought flitted from his mind to be replaced with another before it could be given ample reflection.
It was an exquisite sort of pleasure-torture, and it went on for hours, Asher incapable of anything but arching and moaning while Noah remained beside the bed, smirking but refusing to speak. It was a little unnerving to be treated in such a way by one's lover, but the vampire didn't have the mental capacity to contemplate it very long. He was given orgasm after orgasm, crying out until his throat was raw, but he knew without the excess blood for an erection, he'd never be able to climax and find release.
Then, all at once, it ended, his cock was released. His body ached a bit from how it had been abused, but since he hadn't been hard in the first place, there was none of the necessity for release that there would have been, only a divine sense of relief. It was certainly one of the most amazing things he'd ever experienced, since before that he hadn't even known he could achieve such pleasure without an erection, but it was so much better when one could reach some sort of closure.
Pale blue eyes opened upon an empty bedroom and then narrowed in confusion. Not only had there been no sound of Noah leaving the room, but if he focused, he could feel that his lover was definitely not in the Circus, or even in St. Louis. He mentally nudged at the unseen impression of Noah that he could sense, and received the image of a sleepy smile from the other blonde.
Having a necromancer for a human servant was one thing; at least there was precedent, even if it was rarely done for fear that the servant would become master. However, there was no precedent for a vampire having an elven servant, so far Asher knew. All races of fey tended to keep to themselves, or at least had no desire to consort with vampires, if they were going to socialize with the "lesser" races. The fey had everything to do with nature, and nothing to do with something so unnatural as the undead.
Asher had had a servant before, and yet Juliana had been human, so with Noah he was completely outside his element. Yet he had been outside his element since they'd started their relationship, and Noah's unpredictability was one of his most appealing qualities. The fact that the elf could see beauty where Asher himself only found ugliness was enough to bring tears to the vampire's eyes. Despite the risk, Asher had had to join them with such a bond; better than marriage, and longer-lasting, regardless of the fact that both men were immortal to begin with.
Now it appeared that there were added side-effects. After all, elves were not weak like humans; they had their own powers and apparently Noah had many of his irrespective of the vampire marks. Many of the fey were as telepathic as vampires were, and it seemed Noah had wormed his way into Asher's dream. At least, that was the only excuse for what had transpired that Asher could come up with; he'd have to wait to ask his lover about it, because the other man was asleep and the vampire had had enough mental exertion for the evening. However, whatever had happened, it certainly promised to make things far more interesting during the infrequent periods during which they were apart…
~Fin.
