Okay guys, this was seriously hard to write! I tried to take your advice/requests into consideration, but some of you might be a bit disappointed... I had to go with what felt right. Hopefully you guys approve! :D

I'M SORRY FOR TAKING AGES! *throws herself down at your feet* I just wanted to get it as perfect as possible...please forgive me! Xxxx

BARTIMAEUS

If 1000 years ago, someone had told me that I would be at the mercy of a magician – not the bonds he set on me, but of what he could make me feel – I would have snorted with derision and sent a Detonation in the face of that unfortunate soul, mentally scolding them for their stupidity.

Yet, here I was, incessantly fretting over Nathaniel so much that I was scaring myself (and that takes a lot, trust me). I had spent most of the time pacing back and forth ceaselessly, muttering, thinking, growling, yelling. Clenching and unclenching my fists. My exceptional mind was completely occupied with thoughts – where he was, what he was doing, if he was okay, if he would come home – and I was beginning to get a headache. I was as tense as a spring, constantly alert, waiting to hear the rumble of a car outside or footsteps on the stairs outside the door.

Nathaniel's room was dark save for the moonlight pooling in from the open curtains, bathing the room in an eerie glow. I glanced up at the clock. It read one in the morning. I had been eagerly waiting his return for eighteen hours. Eighteen hours! Not that I had been counting. A mighty being like me would never stoop that low. But seriously, where was he? Had something happened to him? Or was he just too embarrassed to face me again?

"Where the hell are you?" I growled into the silence, frustrated, and then mentally kicking myself at how panicky I was getting. I really shouldn't be worrying about him because, firstly, I shouldn't. I'm a djinni; I should be hoping he gets himself killed. Secondly, he had abused me for years. I should hate him. And thirdly...he probably had a whole bunch of escorts. He didn't need me. He never would...

Yet, he was still only 17, not yet 18. Anything could happen to him. I fidgeted anxiously at this thought, continuing my pacing with renewed concern. Furthermore, in the state I left him this morning (well, yesterday morning) he probably didn't have all his wits about him.

My essence pounded through my form as thought about what had happened. Had I gone too far with my forced sarcasm and mischief? Had I pushed his body too far? He certainly had looked extremely distressed. And I was able to feel his racing heart, hear his ragged breathing.

My eyes flickered towards the closet. And when I had dragged myhand down his body, he had been trembling so much, especially when my hand had–

I blanched at the memory, my essence shaking. No wonder he had reacted like that. "I really did go too far..." I blew out slowly, scolding myself in my head.

Suddenly, I heard the door on the ground floor of the apartment blocks swing slowly open. My essence jumped, and started racing. I swivelled to face the door, a relieved smile on my face. He was here! The footsteps came up the stairs. I held my breath even though I didn't need to. The footsteps approached the door. I waited anxiously, expecting it to open.

But it didn't. The footsteps carried on past the door and went to the left. After a few moments, I heard a door a couple of rooms down the corridor open and close.

My hope came crashing down upon me. I collapsed into an armchair, overwhelmed by grief. My essence was trembling with my devastation. I sunk deep into the soft material, squeezing my eyes shut. I shouldn't have been so hopeful. Sighing shakily, I pinched the bridge of my nose. Damn that kid...

I hated this. The fact that I was at his mercy.

My eyes shot open at the sound of a car parking in the street. Then, like the last time, footsteps on the stairs. I jumped up from the armchair, staring at the door. As the footsteps approached, I willed myself to calm down, to not get my hopes up. The footsteps arrived at the door.

I waited, fists clenched, eyes alert.

Keys in the door. My essence jolted and began to race through my form, pulsing, vibrating. I couldn't help it; I smiled. And it was genuine. The door opened slowly. The light flickered on as a switch was flicked. As soon as Nathaniel caught sight of me, he tensed up. He shut the door behind him without turning.

Despite the fact that I was overly relieved to see him, I was pissed off at his late arrival home; he had kept me waiting far too long. My eyes travelled over him whilst I attempted to reign in my anger. He looked exhausted, unharmed, yet...

He wasn't looking at me; his eyes were fixed on a spot on the floor a few inches from my bare feet, too embarrassed to meet my eyes. I plastered a big smirk on my face, but I ached in the tense silence.

NATHANIEL

I couldn't look Bartimaeus in the eye. I just couldn't. I don't know what would happen to me if I did. I was still a mess from this morning; its roaming hands and teasing words had left my pride in shatters. I had hoped that I wouldn't run into the djinni when I returned home so I would have time to gather myself, to regain whatever dignity and self-control I had left, so I could deal with the demon with a reasonably clear head. But that wasn't to be the case. It was here.

Bartimaeus had no idea what it did to me. And I hated it. I sourly wanted to be in control what I was feeling; previously I had thought that I was, but this morning's events only proved that I wasn't.

The djinni was staring at me; I quaked internally under its gaze. I was scared – terrified. All because of what Bartimaeus had made me feel this morning. I never wanted to feel that humiliation again. And what made it worse was that the djinni hadn't been ruffled at all. Different emotions were battling inside me, causing my heart to flutter and my insides to squirm. I was angry at the spirit, confused, upset; but most of all, I was ashamed. So ashamed. In front of me, I saw the djinni take a single step towards me.

"Good morning," it said, a bite of sarcasm entering its voice. I flinched involuntarily. "Nice of you to drop by." Bartimaeus kept a distance of a few metres between us, yet it was enough to make my cheeks burn as the embarrassing memories flashed before my eyes. Don't come any closer... I silently begged the djinni. Please...

"What kept you, Natty Boy?" Bartimaeus spoke again, calmly, still surveying me closely. "Did you enjoy your nice long stroll in the moonlight? Perhaps you decided to stop off somewhere on the way home?" I remained tense, my jaw locked. I didn't trust my voice; I was afraid that if I spoke, I would break down, shout, scream or sob. I just wished the djinni would stop asking me questions; couldn't it that I was suffering?

"You are allowed to look at me, you know?" The djinni said cockily. "I probably won't bite your head off." Still I did not look up. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the smirk the djinni had been wearing leave its face.

"Hey." Bartimaeus said firmly, waving a hand, trying to catch my attention. When I showed no sign of acknowledgement, it started to approach me again. "Hey!" It said louder and with much more force. I shied away from the demon, squeezing my eyes shut, moving back a few inches as it closed the distance between us. I felt my insides wriggle faster as I listened to its approach. No closer... I heard the demon stop a couple of feet away. My eyes remained tightly closed, my heart quivering.

Silence. Nobody moved. My spine was tingling from Bartimaeus staring at me. Silently I pleaded, but for what, I didn't know. I didn't know whether I wanted to punch the demon, kiss it, flee from it or drop to my knees and beg. The tension in the room was becoming almost unendurable. Then–

"Look at me, God damn it!" Bartimaeus suddenly yelled, the temperature in the room falling drastically. I recoiled against the wall, my eyes snapping open in surprise. Its voice was so full of anger and barely concealed desperateness that my fluttering heart ached.

The demon stood in front of me, fists balled, teeth clenched. I let slip a gasp. The djinni locked eyes with me; copper eyes pierced my mind; thin, black pupils glared at me. I was shaking with fear and the sudden temperature drop in the room. I heard the light bulbs slowly icing over.

My heart was racing with anticipation. I was expecting the spirit to come closer, to grab me, to do something. However, it remained a few feet away, glowering at me. It ushered a quiet yet furious snarl - for some reason, the fact that the djinni didn't do anything except stand there and watch me was so much worse. It was getting almost unbearable to stay in the room. I felt my hands curl and clench against the freezing wooden walls.

"D-Don't." I said shakily into the tense atmosphere, my frozen mouth finally moving. Bartimaeus stopped snarling at this, some of the burning fire leaving its eyes. I swallowed painfully, my lips dry. "Don't shout." Bartimaeus' mouth opened a fraction, its clenched fists relaxing. Its eyes gazed at me, unblinking. I stared right back. I was certain my eyes were betraying all my raging emotions.

The djinni stood there, frozen with shock. Then, Bartimaeus began to slowly move towards me, gradually closing the distance between us. No! Stop! I panicked in my head. The demon reached out a hand.

Fear caused electricity to course through my muscles with a jolt, shocking me out of my frozen state. Avoiding Bartimaeus' stretched out arm, I moved to the left towards the bed. When I turned, I saw that the djinni hadn't moved to close anymore distance between us. It was as if its angry fire had disappeared. Bartimaeus was looking at me, copper eyes bright with emotion.

It called me softly, sympathy oozing from way it murmured my name.

"Nathaniel..."

It was as if someone had turned a furnace inside of me. Fury mingled with shame, grief and confusion began to flicker and catch, spreading steadily. This wasn't supposed to be happening. I should be laying into the djinni with merciless words, letting it know what I thought about its prying actions, letting it experience the sheer strength of my previously contained emotions. My previous resolve to sort out Bartimaeus calmly and professionally snapped. The way the demon had spoken my name had emphasised just how unprofessional our situation was.

That's when I felt the heat within me. The chill in the room couldn't stop it. All the anger at myself and my infuriating situation I had contained within my quaking body. I felt it explode.

"What the hell, Bartimaeus!?" I yelled heatedly at the demon, stamping my foot. Bartimaeus didn't flinch, but stood there, frozen, looking extremely taken aback at my sudden outburst. Fuming, I took a step forward, glaring daggers at the spirit. All my fear of what could happen if I provoked Bartimaeus too much had left me. I let my anger wash over me and fuel my words. "You..I..." I was struggling to express just exactly what I was feeling. Nevertheless, I continued, not wanting to make myself look weak. "You demon!" I finally spat out.

I saw hurt flash across Bartimaeus' eyes before they steeled over. "Watch it, Natty Boy..." It said it casually enough, yet the warning that flashed across its eyes gave away the spirits underlying irritation. But I didn't care.

"What on earth did you think you were playing at? Why did you do those things to me? What made you think it acceptable to...to...to touch me like that!?" I gulped down angry tears at the memories of this morning, my hands balling into fists. I really wanted the djinni to understand that I had not found what it did amusing. At all. "Did you think it was funny? A cruel joke? An experiment?"

"W-well," the shocked spirit began, its eyes darting to the side briefly. "I wouldn't quite call it an experi–"

"You enjoyed it!" I cut him off, disgusted. "Its sick!"

"Oi!" Indignation quickly washed over Bartimaeus' face. "Hang on a minute–" It growled at me through gritted teeth.

"No!" I yelled, cutting the djinni off. I was burning for answers, yet also too angry to give the demon a chance. Then I screamed a word at Bartimaeus, but then instantly regretted it. My heart skipped a beat with fear at the demon's expression – its eyes widened with cold fury.

"Pervert!"

Suddenly, the distance between us didn't seem enough.

BARTIMAEUS

My essence went cold.

To say I was a little pissed off would be greatly underestimating my anger. I was outraged. My self control was sent flying out the window. Nathaniel's words had cut deep into me, hitting a sensitive nerve.

"What did you call me?" I hissed icily. Fear flashed briefly across Nathaniel's eyes. The boy was shaking – with fear or cold, I didn't know – but he was gazing at me with fury that matched my own. His clenched hands started shaking slightly as his frown deepened.

"You heard me!" He said confidently. "You're a pervert! You touched me like a pervert would; you spoke to me like one!"

"I was being a pervert, was I? Oh, you would just love that, wouldn't you!?" I snarled, taking a step forward so that only a foot or two separated us. Nathaniel tensed up even more, but held his ground. "Trust me; if I had been trying, you would have done a bit more than blush." The boy's cheeks went red a little at this.

"Th-that doesn't change anything!" He stammered.

"Oh, I beg to differ..." I whispered, my voice low and seductive. The boy squirmed uncomfortably. I smirked at him. Even though my anger was still bubbling beneath my skin, teasing him seemed to calm it down a bit. It was just so much fun.

"Stop it!" He growled, straightening up, trying to match my height. "Act like a bloody adult for once!" The light bulb exploded with the further five or so degrees the temperature in the room suddenly fell. It plunged us into near darkness. The moonlight which poured in through the open curtains illuminated the room.

"Me?" I forced a laugh, my sarcasm being overridden by my bitterness. "I'm not the one running about in the dark like an idiot, waiting till one in the morning to get home!"

"What I do in my life is none of your business!" Nathaniel said defensively. "Why do you care?"

"Why do I care?" I growled furiously. "Why do I care? Well, excuse me if I don't want to go and save your helpless ass because you were too embarrassed to come back and face me!"

The boy fell silent. Nathaniel's already flushed face went a deeper shade of red, his eyes widening. He diverted his eyes to the floor. I could tell that I had struck him where it hurt.

"Shut up!" He muttered indignantly. "I couldn't help being embarrassed! Especially when you were touching me like that!" His eyes returned to mine, a furious fire dancing in his blue irises. "And for heaven's sake, why did you do it?"

The tone of his voice had a chilling effect on me; it was full of confusion and sadness. I stared at him. As my anger began to dissipate, I grew impatient. I had had enough of this – of this arguing, this anger, the flying accusations.

"Stop asking me that, Natty Boy." I sighed impatiently, turning away from him. I didn't want to explain myself – that wouldn't have gone down well for him. "Or I would be forced to do something you really wouldn't want..."

I didn't bother to tell him that that 'something' was exactly the same thing that had happened yesterday morning. Only much worse.

"Tell me." Nathaniel challenged. I turned around and glared at him. "Why are you avoiding the question?" The kid was obviously too angry to care about the punishment.

"Are you deaf?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, yeah, I forgot about that hair of yours."

"Tell me!" He said again. "I want to know why you did it!"

...Well, I can't break my promises, now, can I?

NATHANIEL

Bartimaeus paused, looking at me strangely. Was this it? Was it going to tell me why it did what it did? I couldn't help but get a little hopeful of the answer. Then, it turned to face me, smiling evilly. And that was when I realised just exactly what this 'something' was. My insides turned to water.

"No..." I stammered urgently, taking a step back. The djinni started to close the distance between us. "No. Bartimaeus!" I said firmly, yet it didn't have half as much force as I had wanted it to. It came out as a quivering mewl. Bartimaeus crept forwards until it was only a few inches from me. I was backing up, tense as a spring when I felt the edge of the bed against my legs. The djinni's copper eyes looked me up and down.

"I thought I told you not to ask me that again?" It purred, its mouth curling mischievously at the ends. I stared back, terrified. "Did you not understand?" My face drained of blood.

"No! Bartimaeus, stop it!" I growled feebly. "Don't do this again!" The djinni smirked. Desperately, I placed my hands on the demon's chest and attempted to push it away. Instead of creating distance between us as I had wanted to, Bartimaeus grabbed both my hands with terrifying speed and pulled me towards him so that our noses touched lightly. I struggled helplessly in the iron grip. The djinni chuckled, and I shivered.

"Woah, Nat. You're hearts beating like crazy!" Bartimaeus said, faking fascination. "Are you uncomfortable?" I growled in response. "Do you mind if I just...?" It asked, its eyes glinting as it gazed into mine. Before I could understand the meaning behind the question, Bartimaeus placed a hand on my chest and shoved me backwards. I tumbled onto the bed, falling sprawled out. Shocked, I sat up immediately and glared at the djinni. Its face was cast in shadow, yet I caught the smirk. I reached out my hand to the side and switched the bedside lamp on so I could see Bartimaeus.

That was when the demon leaped at me. It pushed me onto my back. We bounced slightly as I hit the mattress, me underneath, the demon on top.

"Now, this is much better, isn't it?" It said, eyes looking me up and down. I moved a hand to shove the djinni off, but Bartimaeus grabbed it by the wrist and pinned it above my head. In a last attempt of escape, I pushed up with my legs, hoping to dislodge the djinni from my hips. "Na-ah, Natty Boy. Escaping is against the rules." The djinni sniggered, then it grinded its whole body weight down unto my hips. I bit my lips, trying to stop the sound that was coming out of my mouth at the pressure on the area between my hips. I half gasped, half moaned.

"That felt good, 'ey, Nat?" The djinni chuckled at the bright red blush that was beginning to form on my cheeks. "Want me to do it again?"

"Get off!" I yelped desperately, wriggling underneath the demon. "Please, don't do this to me!" The demon frowned, yet I knew it was just acting.

"Why not, Nat? You called me a pervert," the djinni pointed out, an evil smile making its way onto its lips. "I'm just showing you that what I was doing was so much less than a pervert..." Bartimaeus put its free hand on my chest and began to trail its way down to my stomach. I tried twisting my torso away from the demon, but its weight stopped me.

"Stop!" I yelled, feeling tears spring to my eyes as my heart raced. "Please, stop it!" The hand continued its way down. Just before it reached my belt, I cried out. "Bartimaeus!"

The hand paused at the belt. I was breathing raggedly, panting. My frenzy of a heartbeat pounded in my ears. Bartimaeus studied me, the smirk still on its face. "Really, Nat, you get worked up way too easily."

I hated that the djinni was taking this as a joke; my heart was aching because I knew that its actions meant nothing to it. "This isn't a joke!" I cried, tears blurring my vision. "Stop it, demon!" I used my free hand to grab Bartimaeus' hand and pull it off my stomach. With unmatchable strength the djinni grabbed my hand and pinned it with my other hand above my head. They remained pinned there with only one of the spirits hands.

"You know I hate that word." Bartimaeus purred in a low tone. "I won't tolerate you using it." The djinni's hands moved to my stomach again. I clamped my eyes shut.

"No..." I pleaded softy. Even though I didn't want this to happen, my body was craving Bartimaeus' touch: I couldn't help the heat that was rising under his hand. "Please, stop!" Ashamed at my own weakness, I clamped my eyes shut and turned my head to the side so that the djinni couldn't see my blush darkening as the hand made its way down my body.

The hand paused, again, just above the belt. After a few tense moments, I felt it leave my lower stomach. Then, a strong hand gripped my chin firmly, but gently, and turned it upwards. My eyes remained tightly closed; I didn't want to see the expression of mockery the spirit probably had on its face.

"Now, now..." I felt the djinni's breath on my face. "Stop being a baby and open your eyes." I refused, shaking my head. I heard an exasperated sigh. "Alright, then. I guess I'll just have to make you..." My eyes snapped open at the implication of the words. I would do anything that would halt the demon's predatory advances. The djinni was grinning mischievously, its eyes glinting dangerously. "Ah, that's better." The djinni crooned, sliding its hand off my jaw and down onto my chest. "Seeing your expressions really makes this much more entertaining..."

My tummy gave a lurch when I realised that the hand wasn't going to stop at the belt this time. "Stop this!" I yelped, feeling a few tears trickling down my burning cheeks as Bartimaeus slowly rubbed its hands down my chest.

"I don't think I will." The djinni murmured. Its copper eyes were watching my face the whole time. I was beginning to feel sick. Desperately, I wriggled underneath the demon, panicking.

"S-Stop it!" I howled. "It isn't fair on me that you're doing this!" The djinni raised an eyebrow, studying me closely.

"Oh, and why is that, exactly?" Its hand never slowed; it was now at my belt. Tears were now coursing down my cheeks.

Desperately, I yelled. "It's not fair because I love you!"

BARTIMAEUS

Now it was my turn to fall silent.

Shit.

That was the only word that was going through my head.

"Eh?" I said, dumbstruck. All my playfulness began to seep out of me. I stared at Nathaniel with my mouth hanging open like an idiot. Nathaniel looked just as shocked; his eyes were wide – and avoiding me – and he was biting his lip. He was blushing brightly. "W-What was that?" Nathaniel squeezed his eyes shut, too embarrassed to respond. "You just...said..."

"I...I said that I...I l-love you..." He whispered. I blanched.

"Sorry, once more. I don't think I heard you correctly...?" His eyes snapped open, his eyes blazing.

"I said I love you, alright!?" He spat. I only gaped in response. He turned his eyes on me, glaring at me.

"You...love...?"

"Go ahead." He muttered, tears forming in his eyes. "Laugh. Mock me." I open and closed my mouth like a fish, trying to find words.

"...This is not good." That was all I could manage. "Shit..." Suddenly aware of our positions, I took my hands off him and fell backwards, off of his lower body. Yet there was no way I was letting him escape now; not after this. Nathaniel brought his hands down to his sides, where he stayed silent. I continued to freak out.

Whilst normally, any other person in my position would have been ecstatic, I knew how bad this news was. I know I should have been happy – heck, I should be over the moon! However, this just wasn't right. Humans and djinni...they just don't work! It was wrong! And now that this idiot had gone and declared that he loved me, it meant that...what I had wanted all this time, I could have. And what I wanted was wrong, was unnatural! But now I could have it.

Damn Nathaniel. Damn him to hell. Thanks to him, it would now be so much harder to restrain myself knowing that what he wanted was exactly the same as what I wanted. I had to restrain myself! It would do me no good at all for me to go ahead with this. It would just make everything so...complicated. Mustering up my courage – I had very little at this point – I looked at Nathaniel.

"Oh, crap, okay...then..." I panicked, mainly to myself. "Listen–" But before I could get another word out, Nathaniel had sat up and reached out a hand to touch my face.

I tensed. My essence pounded. It felt as if I had frozen inside. Nathaniel slowly placed his hand on my cheek, his eyes never leaving mine. His hand was shaking slightly, yet he never faulted. I remained frozen. He shifted closer to me until our knees were touching. He brought his face closer to mine. All I could do was watch his every move, entranced, afraid. His eyes watched mine for a reaction, a refusal. When none was offered, he leant forward.

Then he kissed me. Tentatively, slowly, uncertainly. Yet the passion behind it was obvious. I felt it down to my core. I felt his burning love, his desire. I could feel it in his lips. "N-Nathaniel..." I stammered against his lips. "T-This...it isn't..." Yet he didn't pull away. Neither did I.

Instead, I responded.

I leapt at him, throwing him back on to the bed. Everything came flooding forward; all the emotions, all the stress, all the love. I had to let it out. All reluctance left me. Nathaniel was obviously shocked by my sudden and forceful movement, and when my lips crashed into his again, he gasped. I took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Pressing him down into the pillow, I slipped my tongue into his mouth.

Damn...I shouldn't be doing this. I knew it. I had told myself that it would never come to this. Yet the way I was acting only told me that all bets were off right now. My mind was blurred by lust. My insides were melting along with my self-control. I wanted this badly. Too badly. And when Nathaniel threw his arms around my neck and pulled me into him, I knew how badly he wanted this too. I could feel his heart racing. When I pulled away to let him breathe, I let my lips wonder elsewhere. I could feel Nathaniel turn to goo under me, feel his willingness to let me take control. Yet when he whimpered at my touch, I felt my essence tighten with a sudden, unusual worry.

Of course, I had done this before, but not like this; with my essence pounding, my skin burning, my many consciousnesses blank and struggling. In all honesty, the uncertainty and the vulnerability of the situation was new to me, and I was unsure. I was nervous. I didn't know what to do – I didn't know if I should let into my instincts and do what felt natural because I had never been given the chance to – all my devious masters that I had engaged in amorous activity with had always told me what to do, or I had been charged to do it. Never have I had the choice.

Yet, here I was, leaning over an extremely flushed Nathaniel whose heated gaze was a mix of desire and uncertainty. He was a bit short of breath, his hands shaking as they clung to my arms. I felt the heat coming off of him in waves. He made a sound in the back of his throat as I kissed him on the neck, shuddering as I teased the spot with my teeth and tongue.

"We really shouldn't be doing this, you know?" I whispered against his skin, but I contradicted my words when I continued to make a slow trail of kisses down his neck and across his collarbone. He gasped and pulled me closer.

"B-Bartimaeus..." he moaned breathlessly, his flush darkening as I brushed my mouth against his jaw. His hand moved from my arm and grasped the back of my neck, pulling my face down for more contact between my lips and his skin. His breath hitched in his throat as my hand trailed slowly down his shirt and came to rest on his abdomen. When I pressed down lightly on his lower stomach, his hand at the back of my neck griped me harder. I pulled away from his burning skin and looked him hard in the eyes.

However nervous I was, it was nothing to how Nathaniel felt. Despite his apparent voluntariness, I could feel it in the way his heart beat fast, the way his eyes widened when I touched him. He probably had no experience in this area, not even with a woman. Whilst I was used to the feeling of being touched affectionately (there was no affection on my part) by magicians, this was all new to Nathaniel. If I was nervous, he was undoubtedly scared.

"Nathaniel," I said in a low voice, fiddling with the end of the boy's top as I leant down to whisper in his ear. "Are you sure this is what you want?" As an answer, his arms wrapped around my neck and pulled my face up so he could smash his lips into mine in a desperate plea. I got his message. My other hand which had been resting under Nathaniel's head came and joined my other hand at his stomach. I could feel the heat rising underneath my fingertips as I slipped just my fingers under the shirt, tracing patterns and shapes just above his belt. Nathaniel made a noise, shifting his hips, trying to create more contact with my hands. When I didn't oblige, he pulled away from my lips.

"H-Hey...!" he muttered softly, then gasped when I gave his neck a nip with my teeth. "Don't tease m-me." He hissed, frustrated, yet he let out a shaky breath when I slipped my hand under the shirt and up to his chest. I could feel his heart pounding, feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he panted.

"Ah, but that's the best part, Natty Boy..." I said quietly, pushing the fabric of his shirt up and leaning down to kiss his smooth, pale stomach. I could feel him tremble with pleasure; it sent vibrations throughout me. I smiled against his skin.

"I w-want this..." He whimpered, his fists curling up in the sheets. "So m-much..." I continued to toy with him, grazing my lips across his hips and back up again.

"I know..." I soothed gently as he gasped. I looked up and caught his eyes. They were practically begging me to do it, to press him against the mattress with my body and pleasure him until he forgot his name.

"B-Bartimaeus..." He murmured in a high voice. "I n-need you..." He yelped when my hands glided up under the rest of his shirt.

"And you shall have me." I promised.

NOT DONE YET! Yeah, that's right... :D NEXT CHAPTER GETS GOOOOOD! If you know what I mean ;)

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