marlowemuses | Sweet Obsession; for fatherssins

It was fascinating how Ashley had, in one evening, changed the semantics of the word awful to mean something else entirely to Alucard. Just the way he pronounced it was enough to make him think of how the redhead had been with him mere hours ago. For someone who had deadly, supernatural abilities it was shocking just how easily he could be manipulated by someone he liked, if only his enemies of old had realised as much he would've been quite easily defeated. "Well, yes." Alucard insisted, although without very much conviction "I mean, that's why I look the way I do, to tempt the unsuspecting." Or at least, that was his theory.

Whatever blood that had been spent in their earlier activities managed to make its way to Alucard's neck and ears which had the slightest hint of a blush to them. "I am not all talk, I speak the truth." he said indignantly.

"I'm very tempted," Ashley told him, grin wide and happy as he flirted with his lover. He rolled his hips just slightly, giving Alucard a wicked smile. "Utterly at your mercy. Helpless. Unsuspecting." He laughed again at that, because he was starting to get a sense of how truly honorable and sweet Alucard was.

"What are you going to do to me?" he purred, eyes and body both professing open invitation. He bit down on his lower lip, playful challenge in his eyes as he rolled his hips again. Alucard was too easy a target for teasing, and Ashley genuinely yearned for him, which made it irresistible to play coy and seductive.

When in this state: wracked with desire and desperately trying to keep his cool, Alucard was so easy to read. His line of sight flickered from Ashley's dark eyes, to those lips that he kept biting and toying with, then back to his eyes again. He swallowed, the Adam's apple in his throat visible in doing so, the things this young man did to him; made him think. A shaky clearing of his throat and he moved to speak "You should stop that," he wasn't scolding him, it was clear by his tone which was very affectionate really "All that--" he searched for the right word but when he found it, said it and heard it back it seemed vastly inappropriate "--naughty language and those movements, you're going to get me... excited again."

The poor thing hadn't quite realised that that was probably the aim all along.

Ashley dissolved into laughter, head falling forward onto Alucard's shoulder as he shook helplessly in his arms, giggling in fits for over a minute and starting to laugh again every time he started to catch his breath. He couldn't manage to speak: any reply seemed inadequate in the face of Alucard's oblivious statements.

Finally giving up on trying to speak, because the only words that came to mind were "naughty language", which sent Ashley into another fit of giggles each time he thought it, Ashley kissed instead up the side of Alucard's throat, fingers slipping up under the hem of his shirt and lightly, tentatively... tickling him.

At first, Alucard had been concerned that he'd offended Ashley with his comments, but when the laughter spilled from those sweet lips repeatedly he was put at ease. Somewhat. As it continued the insecure creature felt his self-consciousness double and, unbeknownst to himself, he was visibly pouting. "I don't understand what's so funny." He sulked, trying to make his protest clear which was proving to be rather difficult when he found himself enjoying those kisses and touches as much as he did.

"Ah--" he cleared his throat, trying to keep serious "Aha--ha!" Ashley must have had great skill when it came to tickling as he seemed to know exactly where to touch. The dhampire raised his hand and covered his mouth, laughter spluttering past his fingers. "Ah, oh! S-stop that! Stop it!" and he was wriggling; noticeably, undeniably, wriggling as laughter caught in his throat.

Delighted, Ashley temporarily took mercy on him. He let his arms rest around Alucard's shoulders, smiling adoringly at his lover for a moment before kissing his cheek again. His fingers strayed in idle circles over Alucard's back and shoulders, considering for a moment before realizing he lacked something rather critical to their lovemaking: lube.

"I need something from the hotel shop," Ashley said, deciding it was better to not try explaining in advance exactly what he needed and why. It would only send the two of them on another tangent. "Give me some money," he demanded, giving Alucard a coaxing little pout.

Getting to his feet, he kept kissing and coaxing until he got what he wanted. "I'll be back in a moment. Will you run me a bath?"

As Ashley stopped Alucard caught his breath and relaxed, in truth, the caressing was rather soothing and any sulking or complaints seemed to disappear entirely from his mind. So much affection, he was unused to all of this touching, but in truth he adored it. His mother had died early in his life and his father had been barely present during his adolescence and in adulthood they didn't even speak to one another. He'd never experienced this much physical care and felt that it was as if Ashley was making up for centuries of loneliness. It felt good.

His daydreaming came to a sudden halt that request "Oh," he blinked, a little forlorn that Ashley would be leaving his side again but wasn't about to complain "of course." he reached into his back pocket (with some difficulty at this angle) and pulled out a rather plain, black wallet which was unabashedly stuffed with cash from various countries, eras and even photographs and small pictures. "How much would you like? Is fifty dollars enough?" He asked, genuinely unsure, holding out a couple of bills (which, incidentally, added up to sixty dollars as Alucard was unaccustomed to this currency).

Ashley hurried. He likewise hated leaving Alucard's side, and his terror of abandonment made him dread returning to the room and finding Alucard gone. Running back once he had made his purchases, he slipped into the room, heart pounding.

He'd picked up a little selection of snacks and treats along with the lube, leaving the bag by the door as he ran to Alucard's side, throwing his arms around his lover's neck and hugging tight to him. It was the first time he'd let Alucard out of his sight or reach since they'd met, and even the few minutes of separation wrenched his heart and made him pliant and submissive with need. "My Alucard," he murmured, nuzzling at his lover as he clung.

Alucard had idly busied himself with flicking through channels on the television in Ashley's absence. He had eventually found a nature program about sharks and had been watching it was great fascination for the past ten minutes. A lonely, solitary hunter with a ghastly reputation for blood and feasting on their kills; what a kindred creature.

When Ashley returned Alucard quickly fumbled to switch the TV off, remembering that his lover had no love for the magic box, and found himself caught in his lover's arms moments later. "Hm," a soft, affectionate sigh chimed as he returned the embrace, one hand finding Ashley's hair to stroke affectionately. "I hope you found what you were looking for?" He asked, blindly, without a clue as to what his love needed.

"Yes," Ashley said, basking in the protective embrace and affectionate petting. He loved being petted, and melted happily into Alucard's arms at the continued touching. "Did you run my bath for me?" he asked, fingers starting to pluck one by one at the buttons of Alucard's shirt and skimming lightly over the skin within.

The purchases in his bag could wait, reluctant as he was to be parted from Alucard's arms for even a moment. And he had other ideas in mind before he had a need for the lube, first among which was coaxing Alucard into a bath with him.

The idea of running a bath had slipped Alucard's mind for a number of reasons, not the least of which was that he was relatively uncomfortable around water. When he was a child he'd had a very traumatic experience with it which left him debilitationgly scared of deep water (particularly so if he couldn't see the bottom of it) and mildly uncomfortable in water of any depth. This, however, did not mean that he was unclean. He washed on a daily basis and was impeccably clean, he just did so in a rather rushed flurry in the shower. However, feeling very self-conscious -even embarrassed- of this fact he decided to use another excuse for not running Ashley's bath. "Ah, I'm sorry. I forgot. I was busy watching the television. I found an interesting programme about sharks..."

"Would you--" he was mid-sentence when Ashley's fingers found his bare skin and he noticeably shivered. It was almost frustrating how very quickly Ashley could reawaken his desires and he lost his train of thought, mind casting back to a few hours ago. "Oh, sorry, what was I--would you like me to run it for you now?"

"Yes," Ashley said, giving him a disappointed pout for the oversight of one of Ashley's desires. And yet he didn't yet let Alucard go, so that he was forced to stew a moment in Ashley's displeasure without yet being allowed to remedy the failure. Not until Ashley had finished with the buttons, kissing the front of Alucard's throat and then letting him go.

Trailing after him to the bathroom, Ashley stayed in his line of sight as he undressed, taking his time while the basin began to fill. "Will you help me wash my hair?" Ashley asked, not allowing Alucard any chance to leave. He wanted his lover to see him, to long for him, and this was such an exquisite opportunity for that, and for the doting attention that Ashley craved.

Alucard hadn't yet removed his shirt so it hung open, exposing his pale skin and taut chest. He was a svelte creature, not muscular per se, but certainly not skinny either, his midriff and chest were perfectly formed, like polished marble. Walking through to the bathroom he turned on both taps and plugged the water as it slowly filled up, he did so (obviously) facing the bath and examining the miniature bottles of toiletries "Would you like bubble bath, or are you going to just use so--" he turned to finish asking his question but it trailed off when he saw that Ashley was peeling off layers of clothing.

The dhampire's eyes darted to all the areas Ashley would've anticipated, probably spending a little longer than he should've looking at his crotch and lips. He was flustered but he couldn't really say why, it wasn't as though he didn't know the male form, he'd seen himself numerous times. Regardless, his body language, which seemed to make him look smaller and more reclusive, hinted that he was -if anything- shy about seeing the redhead exposed. Sheepishly, he spoke in a small voice "You're very lovely," and at this he looked away, as if embarrassed "why would you choose to spend your time with an old, inexperienced creature like me? I can't understand it."

Ashley smiled as he saw Alucard looking. The admiring scrutiny pleased him. He was lovely: very lithe, partly from being underfed. The angles of his body were too sharp, too concave. His skin was pale as milk, spilled over white bones. There was almost no musculature on Ashley, since he was naturally lazy, and had never been encouraged to exercise. Dark red curls nestled around his small, pretty cock: slightly curved, and stirring slightly with the pleasure of Alucard's attention.

He laughed at the question, coming over to kiss Alucard's lips before climbing into the bath. "You surpass everyone else I have ever seen. I never want to be with anyone but you."

His long red hair unfurled around him in the water, licking at his thighs. "The shampoo," Ashley dictated, pointing at the bottle. "There."

Alucard was beginning to notice how often Ashley laughed around him, or specifically, when reacting to something he said. This didn't offend him as it may have done other men but it did lead to a bit of sulking. He didn't think what he said was that funny and, without realising it, the dhampire was pouting - an expression unfamiliar to his features. "You're teasing me, aren't you?" Alucard said, feeling sorry for himself, not the best judge of when Ashley was being serious or not.

With that, he retrieved the shampoo and, with a notably elegance, knelt beside the edge of the bath to hand it to Ashley without having to lean over him (he didn't want to appear ominous). "Here you--" he paused "Oh, you wanted me to help you? Maybe I should find something to wet your hair." He was more giving himself orders than asking Ashley for advice as he stood up again, got the cup from the sink and returned to his kneeling position. "Maybe this will do." He hesitates "Would you like me to do it, or would you rather wet your hair yourself?"

"I wasn't teasing!" Ashley said, with a pouty little flare of temper. He reached up, catching Alucard's hair in both hands and using it to pull his head down, gentle but demanding. "I meant exactly what I said," he said, indignant that Alucard would doubt his word.

He pulled him down into a kiss, whimpering softly with longing and pleasure. He didn't let go of Alucard, sliding down slightly into the water so that he could wet his hair. Alucard's silver blond hair spilled around him, tickling exquisitely at Ashley's throat and mingling in the water with his long red hair. He let go only a moment before he dipped beneath the water, surfacing again with a playful grin.

Licking his lips, Ashley watched his lover, feeling playful, wicked, and adoring. "Alucard."

Whether Ashley would notice it or not, Alucard's heart rate increased as he was pulled closer to him and, more worryingly, the water. It wasn't that he thought that he'd drown in the bath, it was just the memories that it evoked. He closed his eyes in their kiss, an unusual thing for him to do, and it was noticeably more breathy.

When Ashley released him, Alucard's eyes opened only to see his lover submerge. "Oh!" Alarmed, he gasped and inched closer to Ashley on his knees. When he rose again, soaking wet, the dhampire flung his arms around the redhead (regardless of how wet this would make him). "D-don't do that!" He chided, stammering, hinting at something deeper than a simple, loving concern.

Startled, Ashley hugged him back automatically. He was too touch-starved and possessive to refuse contact with his precious Alucard, so his slender arms hugged around Alucard in return, though he didn't understand what was going on.

"Why not?" he asked, almost childish in his innocence. He didn't understand why Alucard was so upset about his playful gestures, and his worry was genuine and sweet: he wanted Alucard to be happy.

Trying to reassure and cheer his lover, Ashley nuzzled at him, kissing at Alucard's throat and cheek.

It took Alucard some time to compose himself, for a minute he knelt there, quietly holding Ashley. The grip was firm but caring, not strong enough to make his lover uncomfortable but there was a hint of desperation to it. In his mind's eye he saw flashbacks of shaky trauma in water, cries for help and screams, then it all faded to black and a noticeable chill danced across the dhampire's skin.

"F-forgive me." He stammered, still clearly affected "I over-reacted, didn't I? It's just... water can be dangerous, you must be careful, even if you're just in the bath. You're--" he paused, the gravity of the words weighing on his mind and lips "--important to me."

Alucard enjoyed the attention and when he felt it appropriate he leaned back, his grip loosened but still present. Embarrassed by his outburst he chuckled bashfully "I've made a fool of myself, haven't I? Here, what were we doing? I was about to aid you in washing your hair, wasn't I?"

Ashley just kept up the nuzzling, soaking up the affection and protective care for his well-being. He kissed at Alucard's throat, nipping softly at his ear and enjoying the warm water and the embrace.

"I'll be careful," Ashley promised him, giving him a happy, reassuring smile. "You shouldn't worry so."

Arching his neck and enjoying the wet pull of the water weight in his hair, he gave Alucard a wicked little smile. "Now help me wash my hair. Once we get out, I want to teach you how to suck my cock, so you ought to hurry up."

Knowing full well that statement would have some erotic impact on Alucard, Ashley lifted his eyes angelically toward the ceiling, tilting his head to offer his hair to be washed. He expected to be spoiled, and Alucard had delayed enough already.

The dhampire's eyes looked away, his expression was the personification of gentility, features soft and brimming with affection. "Perhaps I worry too much." Already he found himself desperately attached to Ashley, concerned for his every well-being and consumed by a desire to make him show that happy, contented smile as often as possible. Alucard felt a strange pang of fear: what was this feeling overtaking his mind.

That being said, such softness was quickly replaced by shock when he heard those lewd words effortlessly tumble from his lover's mouth. A mouth that could utter such sweetness and then electrify him with vulgarities that he had only fantasised about. If he had the blood to spare, which he didn't after that statement, he would've blushed, instead he stammered, flustered "Y-your hair? Yes, of course." At least the shock had removed any anxiety he had felt over the water and, with a preternatural delicacy, Alucard began to lather up a generous dollop of shampoo in Ashley's hair.

Ashley smiled at his lover's beautiful, graceful, refined melodrama, how utterly serious he was about everything. Ashley loved being able to fluster that composure, to make him blush and stammer, and, the most difficult of goals, to laugh.

Relaxing into the touches, Ashley whimpered with pleasure, sighing freely as Alucard's fingers massaged at his scalp. Arkady had done this for him, frequently, but since Arkady had left, and then died, he hadn't experienced such care in years. It made him feel safe, and made his heart ache with how much he'd needed this kind of gentle affection. "Alucard," he whimpered, heart pounding with need and gratitude.

Nobody had ever said that name with so much unbound affection and adoration; it was nearly too much for Alucard to bear. A small sound, akin to an oh, passed his lips and he had to tear his eyes away from Ashley for a moment. He had never in his wildest dreams thought that someone would look at him with such a strong need. Who was he, but a monster, what had he done to deserve such care and attention. For a while, he was quiet, taken aback by such sweetness, his fingers delicately massaged away the dirt and oil from Ashley's scalp and when he felt that he'd worked in the shampoo enough he spoke, voice calm and quiet. "There, go ahead and rinse it off. Or... would you like me to?"

"You do it," Ashley said, smiling trustingly at him. He didn't want to risk a repeat of Alucard's panic if he dipped his head to rinse it.

"My Alucard," he murmured, smiling with bliss at each touch. He wanted it never to end, but at the same time he couldn't wait to be done so that he could smother Alucard with kisses and touches. His need for Alucard grew with every little gesture, making him yearn hopelessly for him. His nosferatu.

"Do you drink blood?" he asked, utterly calm. His fingertips trailed through the water, watching the eddies that formed in their wake. "I've seen the movie. I liked it."

He meant Nosferatu, because that was the word that Alucard had given him, and sweet, innocent, sheltered Ashley, who had often longed for vampires but had never met one, went ahead and assumed that everything in the movie was true. Except, of course, that his flesh and blood vampire was much more handsome.

"Very well." Such domesticity; Alucard had dreamed of living in such normalcy that to experience was pure bliss. Mundane worries like washing one's hair or shopping for toiletries and books, how wonderful this was. He almost forgot how horrible things had been for him, how painfully lonely his life had been and how he had been reminded on a daily basis of what a hellish creature he was. "I don't mind." He added, concerned that his response may have seemed a little cold. Taking the supplied glass he filled it with (notably clean water from the tap) and poured its contents over Ashley's lathered hair. It took some time to wash away the bubbles.

As the dhampire made a mental note of the phrase my Alucard the next question jarred his feeling of serenity somewhat. Those elegant brows knit together and his expression shifted from peaceful to sad. "Yes," he said, revolted by the answer "There was a time when I did so a great deal, when I fought in a war many years before your time. These days I hardly ever do so, it's not wholly necessary for me to as I am not a full vampire. My father was, but my mother was human. Leaving me being... the thing that I am." A half-breed monster.

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