Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Colletion_ Books 6-10 - Laurell K. Hamilton [525]
They looked like the opening scene for a porno movie to me, but I was sure that when I left the room, nothing would happen. There was no anticipation between them, no eagerness to have me gone so they could be alone. Their eyes still followed me. They touched each other for comfort, not for sex. The discomfort was mine, not theirs.
“I’m sorry I went with Mira,” Nathaniel said suddenly.
That stopped me in the doorway. “You’re a big boy, Nathaniel. You had every right to find someone. It was just your choice of partners that was bad.”
Zane began to rub his hand up and down Nathaniel’s back, like you’d pet a dog. Nathaniel lowered his head so his hair slid around him like a veil, hiding his face. “I thought you were going to be my mistress, my top. I thought for a long time that you understood the game. That you were telling me not to have sex with anyone. I was so good. I didn’t even touch myself.”
I opened my mouth, closed it, opened it, and didn’t have a damn thing to say.
“When you finally gave me permission to have sex with you, it could have been straight vanilla. It was the waiting, the buildup, the teasing that would have made it enough.”
I found my voice. “I don’t know what vanilla means, Nathaniel.”
“Staight sex,” Zane said, “normal stuff.”
I shook my head. “Whatever, I am not playing with you, Nathaniel. I would never do that.”
He looked at me sort of sideways as if afraid to look me full in the face. “I know that now. It was this trip that I realized you didn’t even know we were playing a game. You aren’t teasing me. You don’t think about me at all.”
That last sounded sort of pitiful, but I couldn’t help that. “I keep having to apologize to you, Nathaniel. Half the time I don’t even know what I’m apologizing for.”
“I don’t understand how you can be my Nimir-ra and not be my top, but I know now that you see it as two separate things. Gabriel didn’t.”
“What is a top?” I asked.
Zane answered for him again. “A dominant to Nathaniel’s submissive. A submissive is called a bottom.”
Ah. “I am not Gabriel,” I said.
Nathaniel laughed, but it wasn’t a happy sound. “Would you get mad if I said sometimes I wish you were?”
I just blinked at him. “I’m not mad, Nathaniel, you just puzzle the hell out of me. I know I’m supposed to be taking care of you, but I don’t know how to do it.” He was like some exotic pet that I’d been given as a gift, but the instructions didn’t come in the box.
He lay back down on the pillow, head turned so he could see me. “I went with Mira when I realized you weren’t there for me.”
“I am there for you, Nathaniel, but not in that way.”
“Is this where you tell me we can still be friends?” He laughed, and it was harsh.
“You don’t need a friend, Nathaniel, you need a keeper.”
“I thought you were going to be my keeper.”
I looked at Cherry and Zane. “How about you guys?”
“Nathaniel is the most . . .” Cherry hesitated, “the most broken of us. Gabriel and Raina made sure we were all bottoms; it was all we were trained for. They were the tops, always, but . . . but Nathaniel . . .” She finally shrugged.
I knew what she meant. Nathaniel was the weakest of them. The one who needed the most care.
I set the suitcase down and went to kneel by the bed. I brushed his hair from his face so I could see his eyes. “We’ll all be there for you, Nathaniel. We are your pard. Your people. We’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of you.”
Tears filled his eyes. “But you won’t fuck me.”
I took a deep breath and stood. “No, Nathaniel, I won’t fuck you.” I shook my head and picked up my suitcase. I’d had all I could take for one afternoon. If Marianne wasn’t happy with this little lesson,