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Standing over the large cat, Leo arches a brow. "Comfy, sweetheart?"

Nick blinks open one eye at Leo's voice, sleepy and unfocused, the closes it pointedly and rolls over onto his back. Yes. Yes he is comfortable. Now rub his belly please.

"You're pathetic." But he's smiling as he sits down on the ground beside him, reaching out to give the man-cat what he wants. Scars fingers a rough as they scratch against his belly. "This what you want?"

The tip of Nick's tail twitches and his next exhale is on a gravelly, rumbling purr. Apparently, yes, this is exactly what he wanted.

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Leo shakes his head, rolling his eyes and he relaxes into it, sighing deeply. "You're an odd one, you know that?"

Nick doesn't lift his head or open his eyes, but he does reach one massive paw out and, unerringly, hook it around Leo's other hand, claws barely pricking against skin as he just holds on. He's not the one sitting on the floor giving belly rubs and talking to someone who can't, for the moment, talk back, Leo. He is, however, getting truly excellent pettings, and he continues to purr continues to purr contentedly.

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Rolling his eyes at himself, Leo smiles down at the cat, moving his hand up to scratch behind his ear. "You planning to shift back any time soon?"

Nick blinks golden eyes up at Leo again and answers with a deep, rumbling chuff... before ebony fur flows away to reveal pale skin at the same time that muscle and bone twists and cracks and reforms. It takes all of thirty seconds before Nick's lying there in his human skin, stark naked and blinking up at Leo with eyes that are only slowly fading from the jaguar's gold into human hazel.

His hand is still curled around Leo's forearm and he huffs again as he drops his head back onto the carpet. "Was comfortable," he rumbles.

"I could tell." His hand is still resting against Nick's flesh, fingers tangled in short, black hair and he smiles, scratching at his scalp. "But I was starting to feel insane, sitting here talking to myself. Or, to a guy who can't talk back anyways."

Nick makes another noise that's not far off from the way he was purring as a cat when Leo skritches at his scalp. "Don't have to talk, can just scratch." It sounds perfectly reasonable to him, and he stretches, luxurious and catlike, by way of trying to encourage Leo to get back to the belly rubs. "Can do other things too."

Chuckling softly, Leo reaches out to scratch at Nick's belly and chest, rolling his eyes at the younger shifter's antics. "Yeah? Like what? Beg?"

That's exactly what Nick wanted, and he tips his head back, throat bared, and exhales on a deep, thrumming purr as he arches into the touch. "Can. If you want." He says it easy, without hesitation. Begging doesn't bother him.

"Do it." He leans forward and presses his lips against Nick's neck. "You know I love it when you beg." He stops scratching, disconnecting all touch between them and smirking down at him.

"Please," he rumbles, arching up to chase Leo's touch as he pulls away. His eyes are heavy-lidded, pupils blown as he looks up at the older man, not quite making eye contact. He's better at begging with his body than his voice, and he tips his head back, baring his throat... along with his completely bare and vulnerable belly and groin. "Whatever you want."

Leo's hand drops back to Nick's chest, gently trailing down his belly and back up again, stroking the soft skin and enjoying the way the muscles jump at the contact. Slowly, so slowly, he leans down to close his teeth over the pulse at the younger man's neck and he bites down. Hard.

Nick tenses and continues to push up into the contact, eyes slipping shut as Leo leans slowly down. He knows what's coming, and all he does is tip his head farther back, tendons in his neck straining as he waits, and when Leo's teeth sink into his flesh he shudders, a low, rumbling groan escaping as his skin breaks. It doesn't matter, it'll heal soon enough.

The taste of blood is strong in his mouth and Leo growls, a deep rumbling sound in his throat that is as possessive as it is loud and his nails lengthen against Nick's stomach, turning into a set of dangerous looking claws. He pulls back to look down at he younger man with bloodied lips and a vicious smirk.

Nick shivers at the press of claws against his belly, skin going tight over straining muscles as he (barely) resists the urge to push up into the touch. When he blinks his eyes open to look up at Leo again they're completely unfocused and his pupils are blown, and the hand he reaches up with to swipe some of the blood from the corner of Leo's mouth is shaking, though not with fear or pain.

Leo smirks down at him, eyes flashing to an unnatural shade, the animal in him showing through as he bares his sharpened canines, tongue peeking out to lick over Nick's finger.

Nick knows there's something wrong with him, something broken, that he wants this, but it's something he came to terms with a long time ago. He bares his throat again, neck stretched to display the still oozing marks of Leo's teeth. If it had been an ordinary wound it would be gone already, nothing but the bright smears of blood against his skin to give evidence of Leo's brutality, but supernatural wounds inflicted by another were heal more slowly, and blood continues to seep sluggishly from the ragged marks as Nick arches his hips up gravelly rumble that's all want and no challenge.

Lapping at the blood on pale skin, Leo takes Nick's hand and starts to stand. "Up. We're leaving." He wants Nick to himself, away from prying eyes and unfamiliar scents.

Nick doesn't bother to protest. He couldn't care less about an audience, but Leo's in charge and, in anything other than professional situations, it wouldn't even occur to him to question the older man's decisions. Still, he'd rather Leo just press down to cover him than drag him up, and he grumbles a little under his breath, sounding more like the cat's rocks grinding chuffs than anything human as he surges smoothly to his feet.

He presses himself full length to Leo for just a moment, ducking to drag his nose along his hairline and jaw and to snuffle at the spot behind his ear, still stark naked, hard as a rock, and completely unselfconscious about any of it. "Where are we going?" he rumbles before taking a half step back, eyes glittering feral and gold as he looks down at Leo.

Leo lets the younger were sniff at his neck for a moment before closing a hand roughly around the back of his neck and leading him away and towards his room.

"My bed." His own voice is a growl, low and deep in his chest as he glares at the one person they happen to pass that gives Nick more than a half second look over.

As soon as they reach the room, Leo shoves the younger man through the door, slamming and locking it behind him. "You smell like other people. I hate it. Want you to only ever smell like me."

Nick sags at the grip, legs almost going out from under him as he goes limp under Leo's hand. It takes him a moment to collect himself, and when Leo propels him forward with the grip his first step is graceless and stumbling before he recovers. From then he moves through the halls with his back straight and head bowed under Leo's touch, gait loose and easy and utterly unconcerned with his nudity or the people they pass. He doesn't have anything to hide, and he can't even conceive of being ashamed: he's Leo's, and everyone knows it.

When Leo shoves him into the room Nick goes easily, turning gracefully as he drops to his knees once he's cleared the door. By the time Leo's locked the door he's got his head tipped back, throat bared with the still sluggishly bleeding wound and eyes half-shut as he looks up at Leo, not quite making eye contact. "Only yours," he rumbles. "No matter what I smell like."

Dropping his coat to one side, Leo steps into Nick's space, shoving both hands through thick, dark hair and forcing his head back further so he can meet blue eyes with his own. "And don't you ever forget it." His voice is still more a growl than anything and he can't bring himself to care as he tugs viciously on Nick's hair.

"Still hate their fucking scent on you."

Nick hisses, nothing catlike about it, as Leo shoves his head back, blinking unfocused eyes up at the older man. "Don't," he rumbles. And he doesn't, not even when he intentionally provokes Leo by fucking random humans. He knows exactly what he's bringing down on his head when he comes back reeking of booze and sweat and sex, and what he's bringing down on his partners if they're unfortunate and he's sloppy enough for Leo to hunt them down. None of that's on his mind right now, though, just Leo, looming over him, fingers tangled viciously in hair Nick wouldn't dare cut short enough to deny the grip. "Don't ever forget." His hips jerk forward uselessly against the air and his hands fist against his thighs, flexing rhythmically as he resists the urge to touch either himself or Leo. He hasn't been told he can do either, and he wants to see what Leo has in mind before he potentially brings any punishment down on his head.

The kiss Leo presses to Nick's lips is surprisingly gently given how tight his grip on the young man's hair is and the way he's man-handling him around. "Get up. Shower. Get their stink off you. And then we'll do something about that." He nods down at his groin, giving him a pointed look. He kisses him again, harder this time. "Go."

Oh. It's going to be like that, maybe, and Nick relaxes into the kiss with an almost inaudible sigh. Not tender, exactly, because Leo almost never is, but that particular blend of gentleness and brutality that is uniquely Leo. Not that Nick minds when Leo's not gentle at all; he likes the pain, most of the time. Likes when Leo wants him so much he loses control... and that, sometimes, Leo leaves marks on his body that, unlike everything else through the years, stay.

He shivers in Leo's grip, unable to follow his gaze down when it shifts to Nick's erection. He doesn't need to see, though, and he shifts with the ache of it, feeling it bob and smear against his belly he's so hard. He holds carefully still for the second kiss, his only movement to open under it, give Leo everything, and when Nick's finally released he bites back a needy whine before surging to his feet and padding silently from the room.

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He's done quickly enough, though he's careful to be thorough--Leo said to get the stink of anyone else off of him, and he's not stupid enough to come back smelling of anything but himself and soap. Not come, though. Leo would know if Nick did that, and he said they'd do something about his erection after he's clean, which probably means Nick's not allowed to do anything about it on his own before then. Better safe than sorry; at least today, when he's more interested in getting off--with Leo--than in discipline, control or pain. So he's still hard as a rock when he steps out of the shower, so sensitized from anticipation that even the brush of the towel has him jerking and hissing into his own touch, and impatient enough that he's still damp when he emerges from the bathroom, hair wet and curling against his nape, water beading at his collar bones and the hollows of his abs, blood washed away from the marks at his throat, but the patterns of Leo's fangs still clearly visible in his skin.

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