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Summary: He just wanted to prove who he belonged to.

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Anita Blake > Dawn-Centered > Pairing: NathanielechoFR1511,944374,3677 Dec 067 Dec 06Yes
disclaimer: Not mine. They belong to Joss Whedon and Laurell K Hamilton. I'm just borrowing to suit my own sinister and perverted purposes.
shout: For kira_snugz who requested new tattoos and poetry with Dawn/Nathaniel.
AN: That first poem is all William the Bloody, as many of you well know. The second one is all me. I did not write it with Spike in mind. In fact, that one was written over ten years ago. I just thought it fit him.


"What in the hell, Nathaniel? What have you done to yourself now? What is this? Why?"

It was a heady thing to own something so precious. Especially a being, but sometimes Dawn Summers wished Anita Blake had not passed Nathaniel on to her. He could just be so... well... 'Nathaniel' about things sometimes. It infuriated her at times, but she would not change her boy for the world. As much as he infuriated her, there was something so infinitely lovable about him. It was why Anita had trusted him to Dawn. She knew the watcher and former key would guard Nathaniel as she had once been guarded.

"It's my new tattoo, Mistress."

Her left eyelid twitched. He also insisted on calling her Mistress or Mistress Dawn. It did not fit her. She was not the Mistress type. For Dawn that word held an image or leather corsets and fuck-me boots that came up over your knees. It was also about riding crops and ball gags for some reason. She just was not quite that kinky. Faith could be a Mistress. Definitely. She'd likely enjoy the hell out of the role too. Dawn just happened to be a bit more vanilla. That was probably why she often had problems with Nathaniel. He was practically all kinks. He was a wealth of fetishes, a cornucopia of perversions. He shocked her with most of his revelations that dealt with things both in and out of the bedroom on most days.

And his left man-breast was currently sporting a wicked scrawled tattoo that just so happened to look a lot like her name. Dawn. In script. In black ink. Right there on his moob above his man-nip. It was so stark against his pale skin. The only way it could have glowed more was if it had been infused with neon.

"Will you please TRY to call me Dawn? Even when we're alone, but especially when around others. Andrew's taken to calling me Mistress too, and he giggles like a little girl whenever you do it in his presence. I'm not the Mistress type, as I have told you oh so many times."

"I haven't pleased you?" He pouted. "I only did this so no one would have any doubts as to who I belong to."

Dawn sighed and looked away from his eyes. She noticed something on the night table next to his bed where he was sprawled out in what looked like... a loincloth? Tan suede too. Dawn shook her head to clear it and picked up the item that had piqued her interest.


"It's a book of poetry."

"I can see that, Nathaniel." She studied the surprising name of the author of said poetry. "William Spike?"

"Yeah. It's Spike. Spike Spike. Your Spike. He gave it to me. It's actually REALLY good. Page nine. That's my favorite, I think."

Dawn quickly flipped to page nine. "My soul is wrapped in harsh repose, midnight descends in raven-colored clothes, but soft... behold! A sunlight beam, cutting a swath of glimmering gleam. My heart expands, 'tis grown a bulge in it, inspired by your beauty... effulgent."

She sat on the bed.

"He's good, isn't he? Read me another? I think they're better aloud."

Dawn flipped through the pages, deciding to indulge him. Anything to distract her from the fact that he actually had her name on his person now.

"She dreamed of him, with silvery eyes, and words so sweet, they paralyze. Horns on head, and fork-ed tongue. Kills good mothers, to eat their young. Serpents shoot out from those eyes, and tighten 'round her throat, trying to strain to stay awake, to hear a demonic quote. His mouth is but an inch away. She's silent as a tomb. The world that's known begins to fade. Pain shoots throughout her womb. He bares his teeth, a wicked smile, and she begins to shiver... for a while. He chuckles saying, My dear girl, they say you are what you eat. He grabs her hand and then he says, And I wish to be very very sweet."

They were both silent for a moment.

"Wow." Dawn muttered.

"Dark, huh? Very Spike."

"Yes." She looked at him. "So he sent this to you?"


"And you got this lovely booby ownership label when?" Dawn asked, running a finger over her name on his chest.

You'd think she'd stroked way lower and under that little loincloth with the way he practically purred and leaned in to her touch.

"Nathaniel." She warned. "I've told you before, we are not having that kind of a relationship. There's no need for you to make naughty yummy noises every time I touch you. It can't feel THAT good."

"But it DOES feel that good. It's because it's you, Mistress."

"Nathaniel..." She warned.

"Dawn... it's so nice to belong to someone like you. You protect me, and you pay attention to me, and I never want to belong to anyone else. Ever."

"Please stop saying you belong to me."

"But I do."

"You make yourself sound like property, Nathaniel." She brushed a few stray mahogany hairs off of his forehead. "That is not who you are to me."

"Who am I to you then?" He asked almost breathlessly, his eyes saying he was on pins and needles about it too.

Dawn sighed. He never made this any easier. "I dunno know yet."

Her hand was cupping his cheek now. He turned his head and kissed her open palm.

"Nathaniel..." She snapped as she jerked her hand away.

He grabbed her wrist with speed before she got away. "Let me." He sat up on the bed, some of his dark red hair fall over one shoulder. It was longer than her own. His lilac eyes were almost pleading. "Couldn't I just... kiss you... once... Mis, er, Dawn?"

"Nathaniel..." She warned.

"I just want to show you how much you mean to me."

"Nathaniel, I don't think-"

"All I have to give you is myself. This is what I know."

"That is not all you have. I wish you would not talk of yourself so meanly. Nathaniel-"

"Just the once." He whispered right before he silenced her with his lips touching hers.

Now she knew why she had not allowed him to do this before. Dawn was drowning in him very quickly. Nathaniel was a very good kisser, and for a shifter, he happened to be exceptionally gentle. He had a very light touch, but it being light did not make it any less powerful. She was very affected by him. So much so that she did not even realize her hands were gripping his bare shoulders so hard, her nails were starting to bite into his flesh. At some point her mouth had opened slightly. It was enough for his tongue to sweep inside. When her tee-shirted chest pressed against his bare one and Nathaniel moaned into her mouth, Dawn pulled back suddenly. She was panting pretty heavily.

"Don't..." He managed, looking a little flushed.

"Easy." She whispered. "I think... I think maybe I've been a little stupid about you."

"You're not stupid."

"Let me finish." She scolded playfully. "I think maybe I belong to you as much as you ever belonged to me. I think maybe I just didn't know it until now. Maybe I was fighting it for some stupid reason. I dunno."

"And now?"

She brushed her fingers across his new tattoo. "It's different. Suddenly very different. Maybe we go out to dinner or something. Maybe go to a movie. Like normal people who like one another."

"We aren't normal. At least I'm not."

"Maybe we could try to be normal. Like a normal couple. Or something."

Nathaniel leaned up to her and nuzzled her cheek with his own. "Maybe I bury my face in between your thighs. That's pretty normal for some."

Dawn shoved him back gently with one hand. "Maybe you slow down just a bit. I'm not that sort of girl."

"But you could be." He said playfully. "You so could be. You could be on fire, I think."

"I could be. You might be right, but you need to take it down a notch here, buster, or you'll be the one on fire. Literally. I could be, I think, yes. Just not at first. I don't just... you know. And no more Mistress stuff. You have seriously got to call me Dawn. I mean it."

"Even when we're alone? I can't have a pet name for you?"

She chewed on her bottom lip in deep thought about this. "I suppose you can call me that, but ONLY when we are alone. Only then. Ok?"

He was staring at her mouth.


"What? Sorry, I was distracted by that. If your lip needs biting, Mistress, I can do that for you."


"What? We're alone, aren't we?"

"That we are. And I have three questions for you."

"And I have one for you."

She looked at him expectantly.

"No." He said with an impish smile. "My Mistress asks her questions first."

Dawn tried to glare at him, but there was no real fire in her look. He was sorta cute when he grinned like that.

"Ask." He prompted.

"Why did Spike send you the book of poems?"

"I told him that I wanted to seduce you."

Her eyebrows went up. "And he just... he was ok with that?"

"He told me that if I hurt you, he'd rip out my spine and drink from my brain stem or something gross and excitingly bloody like that."

"Ok." Dawn said before she took a deep breath. "Why are you wearing a loincloth? That is what this..." She flipped one jagged edge of the tiny scrap of suede off of his upper thigh. "... is, right?"

"I wanted to seduce you."

"You know all of this is fairly aggressive for someone who is supposed to be so submissive." Dawn noted.

"Well, Faith's been helped me as well."

"Faith? Oh Lord."

"She suggested the loincloth because of your whole Tarzan thing."

"Oh my God."

He grinned in that affecting and impish way again. "My question was if you would stay here and sleep in my bed with me tonight."


"Not sex. Just sleep. I want another person in the bed with me. I'd most like it to be you. Just to hold you and share body heat. Wouldn't that be nice?"

Dawn sighed. It would be nice, she had to admit, and it was kind of nice to be so wanted too. "Well, all right. I suppose that wouldn't be so bad, but no sex yet. Seriously. There are boundaries still."

He looked so excited about it. So happy. For some reason it made her happy that he was happy.

"Didn't you have one more question?" He asked.


He looked at her expectantly.

"I was, um, wondering if I could kiss you this time."

"You can kiss me anytime you like. I'm yours."

Strangely that did not bother her as much as it used to. He was hers. "I think I might be a little bit yours too."

Nathaniel smiled, and it was once again, very adorable in a very sexy way, so Dawn leaned over and kissed him, biting his lip instead of her own. When they finally parted, he was looking like he'd just gotten several Christamases and a dozen birthdays all at once. Funny how easy it was to make another happy when all they really wanted was you.



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