Fic: Nathaniel/Seregil (Anita Blake/Nightrunner crossover)

Apr 11, 2006 14:30

Some where in the back of his mind Nathaniel could remember a time, or perhaps a place, where the whores and prostitutes of his city were derided, hated, forced to work on the cold streets. There was nothing like that for him now. He'd entered on of the establishments of Rhimnee and in just a few short months gained a reputation such that the White ( Read more... )

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the5thmarauder April 11 2006, 13:42:35 UTC
Seregil relaxed casually in a large arm chair, near the back of the house that he had chosen to occupy that evening. Eyes lazy, legs draped across the chair, as loosely as satin, Seregil watched the men come in and out, analysing them in his mind. As each face, all tinged by the frigid air outside, appeared in the doorway, Seregil smiled softly to himself, knowing that each man would be weak to his charms.

Until he saw him.

Needing something extraordinary had brought Seregil here, on this cold evening. Now he had found it, his stomach turned, and a familiar sort of hunger, nothing to do with food, stirred restlessly within him.

He stood.

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eiranea April 11 2006, 14:06:55 UTC
With his long hair braided back from his face, and his clothing deceptively plain Nathaniel should have looked out of place, but his grace and beauty just caught the attention and held the eye.

As he walked into the room, laughing with a few of the other residents of the house, conversations slowed as men turned to look at him. A couple standing near the door called something to him, he smiled and shook his head in reply, continuing deeper into the room. A man had already caught his eye, and he was determined to have the attention returned.

Slipping off his cloak as he walked he approached the dark haired man who stood at the back of the room.

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the5thmarauder April 11 2006, 14:16:58 UTC
Seregil felt his body reacting, even before an exchange of words had been offered. This man wasn't handsome, but by the lightbearer, he was beauitful, an also feminine grace hightlighting his boyish features. Seregil grinned rougishly, bowing slightly as the other man neared.

"Seregil of Rhimnee," he announced, eyes sparkling despite the dark depths.

Waiting for a response, Seregil eyed the man, quickly taking in his features. With a slighter body than Seregil's own, Seregil vaguely wondered if the man could be Faie, but no marks showed tribe or clan, and the stranger looked a foreigner to these parts.

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eiranea April 11 2006, 14:35:10 UTC
"Nathaniel Graison." the man replied, returning the bow gracefully.

When he met Seregil's eyes again, there was something there that Nathaniel recognised, the pain of friends lost and mistakes made that was at odds with his youthful appearance. Despite that, he liked what he saw; a slim built man, grey eyes that shone with knowledge and mischeif and a narrow-liped mouth turned up in a smile.

"Shall we, then?" he asked, offering his hand to Seregil.

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the5thmarauder April 11 2006, 14:40:35 UTC
Seregil felt Nathaniel draw another grin from him. So soon?

Drawing one hand from it's glove, Seregil offered his own, soft palm, brushing finger tips against tips, stroking his fingers along the underside of Nathaniel's palm, even as he moved away.

"Do you fancy a drink first?" Seregil asked, smoothness and charm combined, body already beginning to turn away. His mind was fogging with arousal, but surely the man could be teased a little first.

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eiranea April 11 2006, 15:10:07 UTC
Nathaniel grinned in return. Maybe this man wouldn't be like all the others, upstairs for an hour or so, and then he wouldn't see them for weeks or months on end. He wasn't going to let this Seregil go though, his hand was still tingling from Seregil's touch and ff he was any judge, he'd affected the other man almost as badly. The thought made him smile.

"Why not," he replied, "What would you like?"

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the5thmarauder April 11 2006, 15:19:32 UTC
Seregil ordered two drinks each, both as intoxicating as each other, without obscuring the sense of pleasure and wit.

"I haven't seen you here before," remarked Seregil, downing his first drink in a second. "Are you from here?"

No, but of course, if he had been Seregil would know. He smiled at Nathaniel, forcing his eyes to gaze into the other's, instead of flickering toward the stairs that led upstairs.

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eiranea April 12 2006, 16:36:42 UTC
"No, I'm not." Nathaniel replied, passing Seregil his second drink, making sure that their fingers touched as the other man took the glass from him. "But then, neither are you."

Taking a sip of his drink, he watched Seregil closely, curious to see what his reaction would be.

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the5thmarauder April 14 2006, 21:28:14 UTC
How does he know that? thought Seregil, returning the man's gaze with his own. Seregil contented himself with a wry grin, downing another drink, brought by an attractive servant. Placing the glass on the table soundly, Seregil's intent was clear, as his gaze moved, from Nathatiels lilac gaze, to the staircase that led upwards.

"Drink up," Seregil said cheerfully, eye's betraying nothing but the faintest glimpse of hunger, as he watched Nathatiels full lips touch the glass, and redden as the alcohol warmed him. They were unlike Seregil's own, a thick pout, instead of his thin line. Too open to be any good for deceiving, but enticing all the same.

"Onwards and upward," Seregil leant forwards and whispered, as soon as the other man had finished his drink.

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eiranea April 14 2006, 21:50:40 UTC
"Of course." Nathaniel said, as he put his empty glass on the table beside him. As he got up he murmered, "How could I not know?"

Seregil started beside him Can he read minds, or what? With a slight smile tugging at his lips Nathaniel stalked off through the room, Seregil following in his wake.

The room upstairs was warmer even than the crowded public rooms below. A fire burned bright below a mantel scattered the extravagant and unusual gifts of Nathaniel's other men. The huge four-poster bed dominated the room, and leaning against the bedpost Nathaniel was slowly unlacing the collar of his shirt, his surcoat already tossed to one side with his boots.

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the5thmarauder April 14 2006, 22:01:54 UTC
He has his own room, thought Seregil, undoing the lacings of his own shirt as his eyes took in the room around. Not knowing of this particular consort was unusual for Seregil, who knew most of the men here. Far from disconcerting him, Seregil felt a shiver of lust ripple through him, and the wake of mystery that seemed to follow him.

The room was neither of Aurenfaie or Skalan design, another enigma of the mans origins. Seregil watched Nathaniel from a moment, as he stood against the bed, body and eyes beckoning as one, before crossing the room in three sides and roughly cupping the man's face in two hands.

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eiranea April 16 2006, 23:28:51 UTC
There was something in the man's touch that awoke a feeling Nathaniel had long since thought dead within him. A feeling of belonging, of home. The taste of Seregil on his lips as they kissed brought the feeling to the surface and to Nathaniel it felt like he shone with it. He raised his own hands to curl them in Seregil's long hair, it's soft feeling bring back half-forgotten memories. Breaking the kiss Nathaniel opened his eyes to see a welter of emotions and memories in Seregil's eyes, much as there were in his own.

Biting his lip, he raised a hand briefly to Seregil's cheek, before he climbed on the bed to sprawl there like a huge tame cat.

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the5thmarauder April 17 2006, 12:15:47 UTC
Seregil took the oppertunity as only he knew; forcefully and with much enthusiasm. Working his way up the bed, Seregil straddled Nathaniel, lean thighs holding him down as Seregil began to kiss him roughly.

"I hope you don't mind a nip, here and there," whispered Seregil, grinning against Nathaniel's cheek, after offering his ear a playful bite.

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eiranea April 17 2006, 15:15:23 UTC
Curled on the bed below Seregil, Nathaniel just grinned up at him. A low rumbling purr escaping from his lips, as Seregil set his teeth to Nathaniel's neck, biting slightly harder.

He'd been right about this one. He wasn't going to snap at nathaniel for what others saw as his weaknesses. This man was strong, and powerful, and he was more than prepared to use that strength and power.

"I..." he took a deep, shuddering breath, "I should tell you, before we go any further; I like the pain, I like your dominance."

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the5thmarauder April 17 2006, 15:29:21 UTC
Seregil looked down at violet eyes, grinning with uncertainty.

"I'm sorry?"

"I like this." Nathaniel punctuated his sentence with a returning nip sending Seregil's eyes rolling into his head, a harsh gasp breaking through thin lips.

Not wanting to waste any more time with niaviety, Seregil pressed his torso against Nathaniels and circled his arms around his back, nails lightly scratching his back as hands worked down, snaking over buttock and hip, working as quickly as they would do to a lock, unlacing leather breeches and pulling them off with a delightfully magical flourish.

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eiranea April 23 2006, 19:07:43 UTC
Nathaniel purred again at Seregil's touch, causing the other man to wonder, and not for the first time, just where it was that Nathaniel came from.

The sight of his own breeches tossed carelessly aside caused Nathaniel to drop his hands to Seregil's hips, pulling at the tightly knotted lacings, sliding the soft leather down to reveal smooth pale skin of Seregil's hips, and lower.

The touch of skin on skin worred Nathaniel for a moment, and he pulled back with a small sigh.

"What would you have of me, my lord?" he asked Seregil, the title falling from his lips with far more ease than the man's name would have done.

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