Incubus Dreams - October 26th

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Anita is hugging herself when Micah heads towards the front door. There is some conversation for a moment, and Anita knows one voice is Micah's, but the other she recognizes as Damian's. She should have felt him coming close, should have sensed him outside the house, but she hadn't. It spoke to her own exhaustion, to her own distraction, and her

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[mr_smarty_vamp]

Each passing night has seen Damian's displeasure with Anita grow more and more acute. Usually, his emotions are easy to handle. Usually, he is able to retreat to that quite calm that has all but become his trademark amongst the others in the household. Only recently has he been having difficulty. It seems the more time he spends with Anita, the more overpowering his emotions become. Then again, the sudden separation between them has made things even worse, so perhaps he has no one to blame but himself.

In any case, this is what he has been reduced to after days of being avoided and utterly ignored. Days of being pushed away like the last few weeks of feeding the ardeur had never happened. He is wearing the outfit on purpose. Jean-Claude might have an oddly anachronistic fashion sense, but the man knows how to highlight another's attributes like no other. If this doesn't get Anita's attention so they can speak, he isn't sure what will

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Anita can't help but let her eyes trail over his body, need beginning to unfurl low and slow in her body.

"Then Jean-Claude should be quite happy when the fiscal year ends," she murmurs as she takes an unconscious step back from him. "He's a shrewd business man, and it seems Danse Macabre was a lucrative idea."

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"Indeed it was," Damian agrees, walking around the table that separates them. His fingers trail the backs of the chairs, caressing the wood in a way that, no matter how simple, can be taken as obscene by a little twist of the imagination.

He relies on that twist, on the skin hunger that makes them both want to touch the other. "Jean-Claude is a mastermind for orchestrating it. The only place one can dance with vampires... and I'm the one they've been pressing themselves against all night, the pale statue chosen to match the night's décor."

It's how he feels at the club, yes. More importantly, however, it's how he feels in this house lately. He feels like the token vampire, kept out of necessity or obligation, like a piece of furniture you keep around because your stingy aunt made a gift of it.

There are many things Damian is, but he is not a decoration to be ignored.

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There is a distinct difference in Damian tonight, and it both unnerves and arouses Anita. The way Damian touches various objects as he moves closer to her, the pitch of his voice, the words he chooses.

"I've been to the club," Anita tries, stepping back again. "I've seen you. You work those women quite well, enjoying how they react to you. You're hardly a statue."

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The table is put behind him, and he rounds the island of the kitchen. Anita's retreating steps make it so the only distance between them is that small walkway, Anita against the far cabinets and him leaning against the counter top of the island.

The smile that flashes on his face is unnatural and dangerous. "Oh, yes... I enjoy the teasing and flirting very much." It's what made the job bearable, though only just. Damian's pale fingers play along the edge of the counter, caressing it in a way that he knows will draw Anita's gaze and jump-start her imagination again. "But we aren't allowed to have sex while we work," he pauses with a pointed, green-fire glance at Anita, "though some of them beg for it."

The parallels between his job at the club and the time he had spent doing his duty as food for the ardeur are undeniable. Anita had begged him to take her in every non-verbal way she could, but he had always respected her wishes, held back for her, stayed within the rules. The only thorough sex he has been getting has been back at the

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Her eyes follow his fingers, remembering what they had felt like moving over her skin. She remembers vividly what it was to have those fingers stroking her, making her moan, bringing her over the edge and making her--

"I told you weeks ago you could have lovers," Anita says, hating how husky her voice is. "You're free to fuck whoever you want, whenever you want, even... even Nathaniel."

She ignores the slight tinge of jealousy that threatens to rise with the idea of Damian fucking any other woman but her.

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"Ah, but it isn't the who or when that becomes problematic," he hints, the anger visible in his eyes finally bleeding over into his voice. He leans back against the counter, teasing her by not giving in to the desire to touch her, crossing his arms over his pale chest instead. "Where would I take them, these lovers of mine?"

When Anita gives him a rather confused look, he just stares evenly at her. "I have a coffin in your basement. It is adequate, but hardly romantic."

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"You want a room?"

Anita thinks about that. Nathaniel claimed one of the rooms upstairs as his, though he spent most of his time in Anita's downstairs. The second upstairs bedroom was an office, and the third was storage. None of them were adequate anyway, since they all had large windows to let in the sunlight.

But there was the room over the garage, with its small window, and that window could easily have shutters installed.

"We can clean out the room over the garage for you," Anita offers, trying to keep her eyes on Damian's face and not his body. "You can have it as your own."

Anita pointedly ignores the anger she hears tinging his voice, because she doesn't quite want to face it yet. The room issue is easier.

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Yes. The room issue is easier for them both. It's an easy outlet for his anger, though he knows he'll address the real issue in time. He always does.

That she gives on his suggestion and assigns him a room without a fight is a surprise, but he doesn't think she does it fully knowing what it entails. "A room all my own? A sign that I'm actually part of the household? A place to bring my lovers while retaining my place beside my master? You certainly are accommodating tonight."

It probably isn't wise for him to mock her. It really is something he hasn't done so blatantly in hundreds of years. It's a flexing of his will against hers.

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Anita's anger is now roused.

"Don't be an asshole," Anita snaps. "All you ever had to do was ask for a room and I would have given it."

And then the rest of his words sink in.

"You'd want to bring women home? Here? And have them what? Stay over? Eat at the table with the rest of us while you're dead for the day?"

Oh, that was not going to happen.

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"Yes."

And there it is. The challenge. The small smile on Damian's face is anything but pleasant. He knows exactly how much that will push Anita's buttons, and he lets them be pushed. He's tired of being cast aside and forgotten by the one person he should matter to.

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Her arousal dies in the face of her own anger as Damian stares levelly at her.

"No," Anita says firmly. "I won't have women you've just picked up in the house. If that's what you want, we'll arrange something with Jean-Claude so you can have your room at the Circus back. You can use that when you want to get your rocks off."

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Green eyes narrow as power radiates from Damian.

"My home is here with you. I won't be relegated to Jean-Claude's keeping because you refuse to deal with me. You are my master now." He doesn't know if it's possible for him to make it any clearer than that.

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There might be some cringing at his last statement.

"I know that."

God, does she know that.

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"Do you?" Damian presses, uncaring of her cringing. If she can't know it and accept it, then they have a larger problem than he thinks. Pushing off the counter, he steps closer until he is right in front of Anita. The proximity bites along his skin, and the need to touch her is so overwhelming that he has to close his eyes for a few seconds to steady himself. When his eyes open again, his pupils are gone, drowning in the bright emerald of his eyes.

"If you are my master, then touch me." Because she hasn't in days, and it's driving him to metaphysical madness.

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The power runs over her flesh, makes her nipples draw up tights and moisture dampen her panties. She doesn't touch him because, Christ, she wants to touch him. She wants to touch him so badly. It's part of the Master-Servant bond, the metaphysical ties that bind until both Master and Servant willing serve one another with joy and pleasure.

It's something that's irked her about her love with Jean-Claude, and has made her pull away from Damian. She wants him so much, wants him like she wants Jean-Claude and Richard. A visceral desire to run her hands all over his body, kiss him until they're breathless, and fuck him until they both scream with climax.

Anita has to tilt her head back in order to stare into those bright green eyes that house such unnatural power. Her voice is rough, quiet, as she speaks. "I want to touch you," she admits. "You know I do because you feel it just like me. But... Damian... you're acting strange... funny."