marlowemuses | Sweet Obsession; for fatherssins

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.

Ashley turned his head, kissing the side of Alucard's jaw to ground him and reassure him. Alucard might loathe himself, but Ashley didn't, and he wanted to keep Alucard anchored in that knowledge.

"Conditioner," he reminded Alucard, and pointed, when his lover didn't reach for it automatically. The prospect of Alucard feeding on people didn't unnerve him in the least. It was all part of what he'd already accepted about Alucard, and he had no fears for his own safety.

It was very fortunate for sweet, trusting Ashley, that his love of monsters and the gothic had led him to someone as gentle and careful as Alucard.

"Do you always kill when you feed, or can you just sip a little without hurting someone?"

By someone, he meant himself. He didn't care if Alucard hurt others, and would actively encourage it if necessary for Alucard's safety or his own. But he knew better than to jump ahead to offering his own throat until he'd secured the information he needed.

And Ashley did just that. Whenever he doubted himself or felt that acute agony that came with his self-loathing Ashley soothed it away like a balm. It humbled the dhampire that someone so pure (or seemingly so pure) could will away his anxiety with a few, simple kisses. It took him a moment to return to reality at which point he responded. "Ah, yes, of course." And with that said, he delicately gathered Ashley's hair, gently wringing the excess water from it, and then began to coat the lengths in conditioner, making a point to comb out any large knots with his fingers. For someone with such strength Alucard moved with great grace and delicacy.

The question unnerved him, but instead of ignoring it he felt the urge to reply, as if at a confessional. "In the past a frenzy would overtake me, particularly when attacking my enemies. Sometimes my feeding would result in the death, it depended on their strength and stamina. In all honesty, I've only fed from those I wanted dead, whether I'd be able to do so and stop myself is another matter entirely. I'd like to say that I could resist feeding 'til the end, but whether I really could? I don't know." A bittersweet chuckle and he looked away "I... don't know why I can say this so openly to you, you ask with such a keen curiosity it makes me feel that I can tell you anything at all."

"You can," Ashley promised him, once again making soft little sounds of bliss as Alucard worked so gently at his hair. He melted into it, letting his eyes close as he enjoyed the attentive care. "You are mine entirely. You may tell me anything, and there is nothing in the world that would drive me from you."

With that promise, he pulled Alucard down, kissing him heatedly. He moaned softly into Alucard's mouth, utterly addicted to his beautiful and dangerous immortal.

"Rinse," he commanded, when he released Alucard from the kiss. Smiling wickedly up at him, Ashley licked his lips, waiting until Alucard had begun the task. "We will have to test it," he said, showing how utterly amoral he could be. "I do not want you to be hungry, and I would like it very much if you could feed a little on me, now and then, without risking any serious harm."

"Ashley..." Alucard cooed with great affection; how he had longed for such acceptance. After years of hating himself, believing he was a monster, a demon, a half-breed creature, for someone so loving and bright to make him feel so very loved. "I am unworthy of your care." he confessed, feeling like he'd stolen some rare gem from its proper place, that Ashley was someone who ordinarily should never give him a second glance but in his weakened state fell for a beast when he should've been away with a beauty.

Of course, all of this went unsaid as he was quickly tugged down into that wet, hot kiss. The water didn't seem to bother him half as much this time and his eyes lulled shut in what was an aching, slow kiss. His carnal desires for Ashley amplified by his limitless acceptance.

Dazed, he nodded his response and began to wash away the conditioner, making a point not to over-fill the bath. That last comment, however, snapped the dhampire back to his senses with a textbook, Alucard response. "N-no, absolutely not!" He said, unaware of how very dangerous it could be to disagree with Ashley, despite his affections "I couldn't hurt you like that, no. What if I--" a hairline tremble "--if I couldn't stop? No, you're far too precious to me. I will not."

Ashley only smiled. His nosferatu would, eventually, yield, and Ashley was in no hurry at all. What mattered was that Alucard was his and that Alucard was safe. There were dozens of ways Ashley could secure his influence over his lover, and before he offered his own neck he wanted to be sure of the risk, to be sure that Alucard could stop, but for that he'd need to coax Alucard into feeding on someone else. That would all take time and careful handling.

For now, Ashley was more than happy to simply bask in Alucard's protectiveness. "Keep rinsing," he commanded, not about to let Alucard forget the all-important task at hand.

It wasn't a never, necessarily, and Ashley hadn't expected that he would accept the offer here and now. Alucard's adoration and care for him was far more valuable than getting his way at this precise moment, so he made no response and let the matter slip away. Not forgotten, but not a priority.

When his hair was clean, he rose from the bath, accepting Alucard's help in drying his body and hair, and leaving a towel around his hips as he walked back into the bedroom. Steering Alucard back into his chair, Ashley perched on his lap, putting a brush into Alucard's hand and expecting the attention to his hair to continue.

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