Author's Note: So first of all I would like to say I cannot take full credit for this fic, especially it's name, because the couple and title were stolen from the genius that is ~kaitou-al on Deviantart. I saw here drawing "Can't Touch This" MONTHS ago and promised her a story to go along with it because I loved the Cassidy/Nicholas pairing so much. One thing led to another and I ended up writing my first ever sex story. So anyway this was promised to her months ago, but it turned into weeks of writing it, then weeks of editing, then weeks of me being self conscious and unsure, and then weeks of figuring out a title and where to break it up, and then weeks of it being forgotten. Lots of weeks were involved. In the end I decided to take the name of the picture it was based off of and I highly recommend looking it up, and other work by her because she is an amazing artist. Another big thanks to her for allowing me to credit her image, I really hope she finds it up to par. Also to my awesome beta Blodwedd, for making sure this isn't…awful. Also, this thing was kind of huge, so I broke it up into five chapters.
DISCLAIMER: I am obviously not Svetlana and own NOTHING.
WARNING PLEASE READ: THIS IS A SLASH. THAT MEANS SEXUAL RELATIONS BETWEEN TWO BOYS. JSYK. PLEASE TAKE NOTE OF THE RATING. IT IS M. THAT MEANS NAUGHTY THINGS ARE AFOOT. LIKE SWEARING AND SEX AND OTHER STUFF THAT BRINGS ME JOY. So legit, crit is always welcome, but please before reading know that this is a rated M story and it is a slash and there will be sex. So if you have a real comment go ahead, if it is OMG U R SOOO0O gRoSs. U R G0IN 2 H3LL. Then I will be forced to make my judgment face and no one wants that.
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Cassidy O'Rourke sifted his hands through his hair for what had to be the tenth time in the past five minutes. He couldn't help it though, he was stressed beyond belief.
He didn't really want to be heading off to the Hilton to meet with whatever vampire who was going to help him establish the local treaty. It was boring work that was no doubt going to be one continuous headache: dodging verbal blows and barely veiled insults from a hostile night creature, all while trying to remain diplomatic and calm.
It was his own fault really: he had volunteered for this job. No one had made him do it, he was moving of his own will, no real order beyond the one he signed up to carry out. He had to though, there was no way he could join the group as they checked out the local underage club where some werewolves were said to be stirring up trouble.
Not after that dream last night.
It was pitch-black, the streetlamps flickering and no one else in sight and yet Cassidy couldn't stop the blush that rose to his cheeks. The dreams were really starting to become too much.
Cassidy understood sex dreams. He understood they were normal, especially for teenage boys. He understood that it was natural to have sexual fantasies and for his subconscious to become a pretty reliable porno to accommodate for his celibate lifestyle. He even understood the projection of people he found attractive working their way into his psyche as he slept. What he didn't understand was why his dreams were always with boys.
Always.
And most recently with the friendly roadie who worked down at the club, with shy smile and the caramel colored skin. Twice the gang had been called to investigate the club. With rebel teenagers being the easiest prey for the night creatures the place was a hotbed for paranormal activity. Twice Cassidy had found himself completely distracted by the bright blue eyes and tousled brown hair.
Not tonight though. No, tonight he was going to be productive. Tonight he was going to forget what an embarrassment of a Hunter he was. For what was a Hunter who couldn't reproduce? Hunters were a dying breed, they couldn't afford to have someone like him among their midst. He was going to have to suck it up. He was going to have to settle down one day and marry, most likely Teresa, Nadya or Ten.
The thought was so perverse. Telling Nadya "I do", Ten pregnant with his child, having sex with Teresa. No matter how many times he ran the scenarios through his head, they made him feel ill.
Cassidy wasn't a highly sexual person, not by any means. He rarely thought about sex during his waking hours, he had little time, need or desire to do so. But the toll of his virginity at age eighteen was starting to weigh in. Every night the dreams were getting more lucid, his arousals coming faster and his attention wandering more.
Self conscious, Cassidy shrugged up his shoulders, trying to disappear in on himself as he pushed open the hotel's front door.
He made a point to look at the desk clerk as little as possible, because the clerk just had to be an attractive blonde in his twenties, as he asked for his room.
The hallways and door numbers went by in a blur as he moved through the hotel. He just wanted to get in and get out as soon as possible.
387.
He swiped the key, pushing open the handle as soon as the light went green.
"Of course it's you."
Cassidy looked up in surprise, not realizing his partner would have arrived already, and matched his groan instantly.
Nicholas.
The haughty vampire was sprawled across the king size bed, arms behind his head as he lounged against the headboard. There was a look of contempt in his eyes, the corners of his mouth pulled into a disgusted scowl like Cassidy was some sort of unpleasant vermin invading his space.
The headache was starting sooner than he had expected.
All thoughts of sexuality were gone. Whether or not Nicholas was actually good looking, Cassidy didn't even bother to assess. The vampire's superiority complex and snide personality were enough to stop him before those kind of thoughts even began.
"Alright, let's just get down to it."
Out of his bag Cassidy quickly drew the files and laid them across the table.
"Damn, all of that?"
"Yes all of that." Cassidy tried to keep the annoyance out of his voice; one child in the room was enough.
Nicholas sighed in agitation from across the room. "We'll be here all night!"
"Not if we start now, argue as little as possible and just keep going," Cassidy insisted, organizing the piles a little more efficiently. "Now what feeding and housing grounds do your people want…"
As it turned out, Nicholas's favorite thing to do was argue. He fought Cassidy every step of the way, pecking away at his headache and sawing at his nerves. Everything Cassidy suggested wasn't good enough, was unfair, was bias, was this and that. He procrastinated, he didn't focus, his thoughts were scattered.
After two hours Cassidy was about to lose it.
"Alright let's take a break!"
Nicholas's head snapped up from where he was staring at a niche in the table. "What?"
"Let's take a break." Inhaling deeply and finding his chest constricted, Cassidy heaved himself out of his chair and began pacing the room. Running his hands through his hair repeatedly he tried to ignore Nicholas's smirking gaze watching every step.
"Something wrong, Hunter?"
Biting back a retort he would likely regret later, Cassidy shook his head, "Nope."
"Then why don't you come on back?" Nicholas's tone was light and condescending, like he was talking to an unruly child. He patted the chair Cassidy had just vacated and smiled, obviously amused by Cassidy's level of annoyance and growing impatience.
Under his breath Cassidy growled, quietly reminding himself of the repercussions of punching a well-known vampire in the face during a treaty signing and land distribution meeting.
"I told you, I'm on break." He flopped down on the bed, relaxing into the duvet and rubbing his aching eyes with his fingers.
Cassidy internally groaned as he felt the bed shift beneath him as Nicholas sat down next to him. Right now he pretty much wanted to be anywhere but in his current position. There were so many other things he could be doing at the moment, wasting his time arguing with a stuck-up vampire heir on political issues was not his idea of productive.
Pulling his hand away from his eyes, he let his glasses fall back into place and turned his head to regard his current bane.
Nicholas's grin was cold, his fangs pale against the dark shadows of his face. His head eclipsed the grainy light behind him, giving him an unearthly halo that flickered off the tips of his disheveled hair and across the shoulders of his damned blazer.
Cassidy's lip curled involuntarily in disgust. He really had no qualms with the undead as a whole. They were what they were. They did what they did. There was little to be done about it from either party, but every moment he spent locked in this hotel room with Nicholas he felt a little bit more hatred for his people.
He wouldn't give Nicholas the satisfaction of making him angry though, that wasn't in his nature. Nicholas constantly poked and prodded at his nerves, all people of the Night did. It seemed to be the knee jerk reaction to dealing with a Hunter and Cassidy had long since accepted it. For years he had dealt with this type of behavior, learned to stay calm and clearheaded, but tonight of all nights, he felt like his grip on rationality and sanity was slowing slipping.
Cassidy focused his eyes forward, determined not to look at Nicholas, it only seemed to rile them both up more.
"What cha gonna do, Hunter?" Nicholas pressed, leaning forward. "You gonna hit me? I don't think your Master would like that very much."
"Teacher, not Master," Cassidy hissed.
Nicholas ignored him. "We have these treaties for a reason. Your kind can't touch mine." He made a low sound in his throat that was something caught between a scoff and a growl. "You can't touch this."
Cassidy ground his teeth together, hard. He didn't know if it was the other's tone, or his haughty use of the term 'this' in place of 'me', like he was a priceless object rather than a person, that annoyed him more, but he had had enough.
Crossing his arms across his chest he turned his head to retort the haughty vampire's pompous remark when suddenly Cassidy found he had nothing to say.
Nicholas had his eyes closed, his head tilted back over the headboard, a smug smile across his pallid face. The light behind him casted shadows across the curves and ridges of his skin and clothes; making valleys of the slopes where his neck met his cheek and mountains of his cheek bones and Adam's apple.
Cassidy's mouth was dry, his breath a little too rough for his constricting throat. For one impossible moment he wondered what it would be like if he were to lean in, close the space between them and press his mouth against the taught skin of Nicholas's neck. The paradox of the role reversal of a hunter putting his mouth to the throat a vampire amused his mind for a split second before he recoiled in horror at his own vision.
With more effort than it should have taken, he tore his eyes away from Nicholas's form, instead facing the opposite wall, counting the ridges of plaster as he tried to evict the images from his mind. They wouldn't budge though, holding firm and taunting behind his eyelids with each blink.
His stomach turned uncomfortably. This was wrong, so much more wrong than those stupid dreams. The dreams couldn't be helped, they were a fluke, a crisscrossed wire somewhere deep in his psyche that skipped and repeated like a broken record every time he fell into a dream state.
They had no connection with his waking life.
Yet the images wouldn't dispel; his hands on Nicholas, Nicholas's hands on him. His breath hitched in his throat.
"Are you alright?"
Cassidy's head was so wrapped up in warped images and twisted ideas that he couldn't tell what emotion or emphasis lay behind Nicholas's question.
He had to get out of there. Actually, if these thoughts pursued he was going to need to get to a bathroom.
No.
Cassidy ground his teeth and silently made a pact that he would rather let himself writhe in agony for hours than ever touch himself to the thought of Nicholas.
"Your blood is moving very fast." It was possibly the oddest comment Cassidy was pretty sure anyone had ever made about him but he didn't dwell.
As smoothly as he could he slid to the other side of the bed, throwing his legs over the side. "Look, let's just get back to work. I don't want to be here all night." He rolled his shoulders and stared at the ceiling, fingers clutching the mattress to keep his hands from shaking.
"Come on man!" Nicholas groaned. "We have been at it all night already! My eyes hurt."
Cassidy threw a condescending look over his shoulder. Nicholas stared back hard, his arms crossed in defiance.
"Weren't you the one who didn't want to take a break?"
Nicholas shrugged. "Now I do."
The lamp still casted elongating shadows across Nicholas, his features striking out in the contrast of light. It danced off of his reflecting eyes, making them shine and flicker.
Cassidy felt the strong urge to punch the prissy vampire right in the mouth, and then hit himself too, for even considering what he had been a moment ago.
"We are getting back to work." He tried to put finality to his words, making sure they sunk through his partner's hard skull. With a final glare he turned his head, not allowing Nicholas to get a final word.
There was a pause. "No."