Dinner with Nathaniel

      "I have an offer for you."       One thing that Jeremy knows about Nathaniel is that you should always be on guard around him and definitely not fall for his tricks. Jeremy should listen to Jean's advice and just say no to the incubus right away, but Jeremy isn't known for making wise decisions.       "Yeah?" he asks hesitantly, and feels Jean's embrace tighten around him in warning. He is sure the vampire is scowling from behind him.       The bed they're sitting on dimples as Nathaniel leans forward, and Jeremy’s breath stutters. The incubus has an overbearing presence about him that crushes you under its weight, pulling you in at the same time. The walls in the room seem to be closing in and Jeremy finds himself drawn to the violet eyes in front of him. Nathaniel grins, his small fangs poking from his mouth.       “Come to dinner with me some time." The voice sounds like they are underwater, and Jeremy tries to swim towards the violet that calls to him.       “Absolutely not.” Jean’s stern voice cuts through the air and breaks Jeremy out of the trance. He rubs his eyes, a little bit disoriented. Jean's hand on his thigh is grounding him in the presence, and for the millionth time Jeremy thinks he has the best boyfriend ever.       Nathaniel pouts, his eyes blue again. “You’re no fun.” It’s quite amusing to see the man that strikes fear in so many people behaving like a kid. Jeremy would laugh at the situation if the world wasn’t still so hazy.       “Where would you take me?” He asks anyway, before his mind can process the words. The wide smile on Nathaniel’s face and the scowl on Jean’s make him confused. Is it a wrong question to ask?       “You’d be the dinner,” says Jean in a deadpan voice.       It feels like all air left Jeremy’s lungs, and he chokes out, “What?”       Nathaniel looks at him, amusement shining through his eyes, but there’s something predatory hiding in there. A shiver goes down Jeremy’s spine.       “How do you think an incubus feeds?”       Nathaniel’s question makes Jeremy pause. He never thought about it before, and now he feels like an idiot. Vampires need blood to survive, so it shouldn’t be a surprise that other species have something like this too. He’s seen Nathaniel eating normal food though, and his brain must have decided that there’s nothing more to it. But to his defense, the only incubus he knows about is Nathaniel, and the man has a way to throw you off his trail, so that you lose yourself in his aura, forgetting about the world. Jeremy shudders at the memory.       “So… you need sex?” The question feels offensive, but he doesn't know how else to phrase it.       Nathaniel seems to ponder the question, frowning. “Doesn’t have to be sex specifically, I think. More like… arousal?” Then he smirks towards Jeremy. “But obviously sex is the easiest way to go about it.”       It makes Jeremy blush. Why does it fluster him? He isn’t new to talking about sex. It must be Nathaniel’s presence then, he thinks. Now, his mind is being plagued by even more questions than before. However, he’s unsure how long Nathaniel’s indulgence will last. Pushing boundaries with the man seems like a really bad idea.       As if reading his thoughts, the incubus says, “Ask your questions, sunshine boy.” Jeremy shakes his head at the nickname. Once, he tried stopping Nathaniel from using it, but obviously it was pointless. The man only looked at him in response, the gaze feeling like Jeremy’s soul was being judged. Then he just walked away without any comment, and that was the end of the subject.       From the questions that he wants to ask, he finally settles on: “Do you have to–” he pauses, looking for the right word, “–actively participate?” His question is met with a snort from Jean and a laugh from Nathaniel.       “You can use normal words with him,” says Jean amused. His smile reveals the tips of his fangs that poke into the lower lip, and Jeremy quickly looks away before he does something stupid. Unfortunately, the knowing smirk on Nathaniel’s face tells him that he’s been caught in the act.       “I don’t have to ‘actively participate’ to feed.” Nathaniel’s tail swishes behind him, like a cat’s ready to pounce any moment. “For example, you, just sitting next to your lover boy, would be a fine appetizer.” Jeremy doesn’t need to see Jean’s face to know that his boyfriend's face is twisted in a grimace right now. He is not better himself because his cheeks feel like someone rubbed them with chili peppers.       Nathaniel continues like he hasn’t just outed Jeremy in front of Jean, “But if I get to touch at least, then it’s more filling.” He shrugs, as if the information is something obvious. "Fucking with someone's mind is way more amusing than sex, though." He flashes his violet eyes, and it throws Jeremy back into a memory of falling.       “So… the dinner – what’d it be like?” Behind him, Jean lets out a long sigh, probably unimpressed by the lack of common sense. But Jeremy’s focus is on Nathaniel and a stray lock of hair on the man’s forehead that shouldn’t be so appealing. It’s really hard not to look, like something is gently steering his attention towards the incubus constantly.       Nathaniel lights up at the question, but it’s not completely joyous. There’s something more there that makes Jeremy feel like he’s been caught in a trap, and he’ll pay the price for his stupidity soon. It’s not likely that Jean will rescue him from this one. ‘I told you,’ he will probably say, totally smug about it, as it always is when Jeremy does something foolish.       “Why don’t you see for yourself,” says Nathaniel, his tail swaying. He gets up and leans towards Jeremy, who backs away, apprehensive. Nathaniel’s hand shoots out and grips the back of his head. “Tomorrow at six,” the incubus whispers, sending shivers down Jeremy’s spine. He pats the blond’s cheek. “Wear something nice.” A wink, and then Nathaniel disappears.       Jeremy blinks. What the hell just happened is his first thought.       “It was nice to know you,” says Jean, a hint of amusement under his usual scorn. Well, Jeremy’s screwed.       The time for the meeting (or maybe he should call it a date?) comes way too quickly but not fast enough at the same time. Jeremy has been jittery for a whole day, to the point when Laila sat him down and ordered him to drink some herbal tea. The tea was disgusting and it helped for maybe an hour, then he was back to walking in circles.       Now the hour is closing in, so he should start getting ready. What should I even wear? he asks himself. Something that’s easy to get out of? The thought makes him blush, and he dismisses it immediately. Nathaniel didn’t say anything about doing anything like this with him tonight, so maybe Jeremy shouldn’t just assume.       Eventually, he settles for a navy blue shirt – you can’t go wrong with the basics, right? As he nervously combs through his hair, looking himself over in the bathroom mirror, there’s a ‘poof’ sound in the hallway that scares the crap out of him.       “Honey, I’m here!” an overly-cheerful voice rings out, and Jeremy sighs. He should have known that walking through the door like most people do isn’t Nathaniel’s style.       Before Jeremy can say anything back, Nathaniel’s reflection appears in the bathroom mirror.       “Fuck!” Jeremy shouts and grabs his chest, trying to calm his racing heart.       Nathaniel tsks. “Language.” He sounds way too pleased with himself. When Jeremy’s heart is back to its normal pace – well, as much as it can be in Nathaniel’s presence – he turns towards the incubus and nearly gasps.       It seems that this time Nathaniel chose to show more of his demon-like features: his fangs showing under the man’s grin, his tail that is swishing lazily behind him, and the new addition – small horns hiding among the auburn curls. Jeremy wonders what they feel like under the touch. All of this is paired with a black shirt, pants, and silver rings adorning the hands. Overall, Nathaniel looks stunning as always.       “Done staring?” The teasing voice jolts Jeremy back to reality, and he blushes at being caught. But can you blame him for looking?       “You look good.” Fuck, what is happening tor him? It’s like suddenly his brain has no filter at all.       “I know.” The small fangs’ tips show again when Nathaniel smiles, the man pleased with the attention he’s getting. “You aren’t bad yourself.” The appreciative gaze feels like a burning wave on Jeremy’s skin.       They haven’t even done anything yet, and he’s already starting to come apart. “Ready?” Nathaniel asks, his arm sneaking around Jeremy’s waist, his skin pleasantly warm to the touch.       Jeremy nods, and barely a second later they’re in front of a fancy-looking restaurant. He doesn’t have any time to linger before Nathaniel walks him through the front door. “Wait here.” There's a sudden chill where Nathaniel has been hugging his side just a second ago, the man in question now gone.       Jeremy blinks and tries to comprehend what’s happening. Hopefully, Nathaniel won’t be gone for long. Or stand him up completely. Jeremy instantly banishes the thought, though. Jean trusts his brother, so Jeremy should have more faith in him, too.       So he does as he has been told to do and waits. New guests arrive, so he steps to the side awkwardly, but the guests or the waiter at the front pay him no mind. Still, he’s standing there like an idiot, trying not to look as awkward as he’s feeling. How much time has passed already?       His worries lessen when a young-looking waiter comes up to him, dressed in an elegant suit. “Mr. Knox?” he asks, his tone polite but not overly friendly. After Jeremy’s confirmation, he says, “This way, please.” Jeremy is then led towards the back of the restaurant, with less tables around. The clinks of cutlery and the guests’ chatter fills the air, the place fully booked for the night.       They arrive at the table in the farthest corner, the decorative lattice that partially separates the booth from the rest of the restaurant giving an illusion of more privacy.                   Nathaniel is already seated at the table, looking at something between his legs – Jeremy can’t see what it is because a long tablecloth hides everything.       When the incubus notices them approaching, he smiles. “Thank you, dear,” he says to the waiter. The man doesn't seem to be scared by Nathaniel's appearance, which is quite surprising. Maybe there's some sort of illusion at play?       The waiter bows his head, saying that he’ll be back in a few minutes, and quickly walks away, his cheeks rosy.       Nathaniel shifts his attention to Jeremy. “Have a seat.”       Jeremy does so, keeping some distance from the other man, who seems displeased at the action. He takes Jeremy’s wrist and scoots closer towards him, their thighs nearly touching. A bead of sweat falls down Jeremy’s spine.       That’s when something touches his knee, startling him. He nearly jumps up from his seat, but Nathaniel’s arm around his shoulders holds him in place.       “Relax,” he says into Jeremy’s ear huskily. “It’s your surprise.”       With his heart still racing, Jeremy peeks under the table cloth, and is stunned to see a very familiar face there.       “Jean?” Jeremy barely gets the words out, too stunned to speak properly.       Jean smiles at him cheekily, his eyes full of mischief. Somehow, despite his tall build, he fits under the table without much hunching. He shifts closer towards Jeremy, his knees touching Jeremy’s shoes. Frozen, the human stares at his boyfriend in surprise, which seems to spur Jean further into action.       When hands start to mess with his zipper, Jeremy tries to bat them away, but he’s quickly apprehended by Nathaniel.       “Relax, sunshine boy.” The incubus’ voice falls like a blanket around him, and Jeremy’s tense muscles loosen instantly. “Let him do his work.”       Despite the mortification, his dick is throbbing in his jeans. All hope for it to go unnoticed are crushed when Nathaniel puts his hand on Jeremy's upper thigh.       “I didn't take you for an exhibitionist,” Nathaniel teases as the zipper is finally undone and Jean slides the jeans down from Jeremy's hips. His fingers are cold against the sensitive skin, and Jeremy sucks a breath in at the contact. If his mind wasn't so hazy, he'd be more alarmed that someone might see them, even though their table is secluded from the rest.       Jean starts with a tentative kiss, followed by a slow lick. It's a miracle that Jeremy manages to hold back his moans, because Jean really puts to test Jeremy's self-restraint. "That's it," Nathaniel whispers, caressing Jeremy's inner thigh. "Good boy."       The praise goes straight to his dick, and Jeremy clenches his hands into fists. The background sounds start to blend into each other, and the only things that matter are Nathaniel's sweet voice in his ear and Jean's cold lips against his heated skin.       "Oh my, are you going to soak this nice seat?" A finger teases around Jeremy's happy trail on his stomach, making the muscles spasm.       That's when the waiter comes back to collect their order, and it's like the fog disappears with a snap of the fingers. Jeremy jerks back to reality, humiliation squeezing his throat like a vice. Jean doesn't stop his ministrations, the vampire now sucking his cock expertly, his tongue occasionally teasing around his wet hole.       The waiter's words flow over Jeremy's head, up until he asks, "Are you alright, sir?"       No words can get out of Jeremy's throat at first, worsening his embarrassment. Somehow, he manages to stutter a quick "Yeah, I'm good."       The waiter doesn't question it further – maybe from self-preservation or maybe because Nathaniel sends him a look that flusters the poor man.       Jeremy doesn't know what they have ordered, his mind too focused on something else entirely. Jean's teasing has gotten him so wet that he's sure there is a stain on the seat.       Humiliation burns hot within him, but under all of it is arousal so strong like never before.       "He's good, huh?" Nathaniel's voice envelops all of Jeremy's being once again, and all his body craves in this moment is being touched more.He feels himself nearing the edge, so fast that he's sure he'll black out.       And when he's right there, he can't go any further. His body is suspended in the burning need with no way to release itself. His dick throbs painfully, feeling twice bigger than usual.       "Not yet, sunshine boy." Nathaniel's voice seems to come from all around Jeremy. "I want to enjoy my meal a bit longer."       Jeremy nearly whimpers because how he is supposed to bear it longer? The fire inside him needs out now or he will die.       A chuckle near his ear. "Oh, you'll be fine. I'll make sure of it." Someone cradles his cheek and brushes a stray tear away.       Jeremy doesn't know how long he has been floating in the inferno, being subjected to tantalizing touches to his most sensitive places with no way to free himself from the unbearable pleasure. But then, the mesmerizing voice finally says the most beautiful words, "Come for us."       Jeremy is swept under a wave of ecstasy, so strong that he loses himself in it. It feels like he's being ripped apart in the best way possible, his body feeling only pleasure. Much too soon it becomes too much and he blacks out.       A kiss to his temple is what wakes him, and Jeremy sighs at the familiar coldness. His mind is still foggy, but he tries to orient himself.       "You with us, Jeremy?" Nathaniel asks.       Is it the first time he said my name?Jeremy thinks. A chuckle tells him that he said it out loud.       His head is lying on someone's shoulder and seems to be holding his hand – Nathaniel, judging from the feeling of cold rings against his skin.       "Your dinner, sirs." The waiter's voice penetrates Jeremy's mind, and the blond scrambles to make himself sort of presentable. Fortunately, someone pulled up his pants, though his boxers are soaked through. His cheeks burn red at the memory of squirting like a cheap whore in the middle of the restaurant. He hides his face in Jean's neck so that he can't see the waiter's reaction to the evidence of their debauchery.       "Thank you, dear," says Nathaniel, making the poor man squirm.       When they're alone again, Jean tilts Jeremy's head up tenderly and asks, "How are you feeling?"       Jeremy takes stock of his body. Aside from tiredness, he feels alright and tells his boyfriend as such.       Jean nods, a small smile dancing at the corner of his lips that Jeremy wants to kiss so badly. "Good." He urges Jeremy to straighten up and puts a plate closer to Jeremy. "Eat up because I have some plans for you later." A quick flash of the fangs is all explanation Jeremy needs, the promise urging him into action. He enjoys the rest of the dinner with the two men at his sides, Jean's arm embracing him and Nathaniel's tail curled around his knee.       And later, his vampire boyfriend keep him awake for most of the night, but that's only for them to know.