marlowemuses | Sweet Obsession; for fatherssins

"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.

Not being the best at reading emotions Alucard was concerned, for a time, that he had somehow upset or alienated Ashley with his response. He hadn't wanted to sound like a disciplinarian but the very thought of being tempted into feeding from Ashley and subsequently injuring him (or God forbid, worse) sent a chill down Alucard's already very cool spine.

As the dhampire rinsed out the final, glossy suds from Ashley's hair he quietly said "I hope I didn't upset you with my response." after which he did not mention the matter again, he didn't want to sound obsessive and he supposed that it may be for the best if the subject was put to bed.

Alucard couldn't help but admire Ashley's body as he dried himself, but rather than gawping dumbly he would occasionally allow himself to steal a glimpse or two, as if the act itself was a forbidden pleasure. Not only did the dhampire appreciate Ashley's body but also his confidence, he moved with such an open grace that Alucard couldn't help but adore him for it.

Then he was back in his chair again, he felt like he'd adopted it as his after the two of them fell asleep together in it. Or perhaps he had been the only one to sleep? Taking the brush from Ashley he began to gently work out tangles from the ends towards the scalp taking great care not to tug or break any of the glorious, red hair.

"How could I be upset, knowing that my vampire values me and wants me to be safe?" Ashley bestowed an adoring smile upon him, glancing almost coyly over his shoulder. He turned, pressing a kiss to the corner of Alucard's lips, with a sweet little flicker of tongue to promise more as soon as his hair was adequately cared for. "I know you would never hurt me."

He basked like a cat in the petting, closing his eyes with bliss as the brush smoothed again and again through his long, shining red hair.

As he sat, his fingertips wandered over Alucard's leg, idly drawing little patterns on the fabric. As he continued, his fingers wandered a little higher, then higher again, until his fingertips were brushing against the cloth over Alucard's groin, lightly teasing and then skimming all the way back to his knee and starting again.

"You have more faith in me than I deserve." Alucard whispered, not chiding, but appreciative. It was such a rare and fine thing to have someone trust him so implicitly, even if he didn't share that trust in himself. He didn't have the confidence in himself to believe that he could so easily not hurt someone, he felt as though he hurt innocents all the time, purely by accident.

But this thoughts ebbed away as he methodically brushed Ashley's hair, finding the repetitive action oddly soothing. It was such a calming motion that he would've been happy to do it for hours had his attention not suddenly careened in a completely different direction. Those teasing fingers; inching up his thigh. Alucard, in all of his naivety, thought that it was simply Ashley's hand moving idly and then thought himself terrible wicked, awful even, to feel aroused by such touches. "Oh," a soft, whisper of a noise "you're distracting me, doing things like that, my head goes to awful places."

"Promises, promises," Ashley teased, laughing with delight. His fingertips lingered over Alucard's groin this time, tickling and teasing, loving the ability to distract his beloved like this.

Satisfied with the hair brushing and wanting more of Alucard, Ashley turned in his lap, sitting sideways across Alucard's legs as he tilted his head to take a kiss. His fingertips never left the fly of Alucard's trousers, stroking with incredibly light touches to tease and arouse, unable to resist any opportunity to make Alucard want him.

Sighing softly, Ashley nipped at his lips, tongue flickering out briefly and then darting away, offering himself and tempting Alucard to all his 'awful' things.

An innocent being led down a path of wonderful, vile sin. But who was the innocent and who was the sinner in this exchange.

Alucard followed every touch and every kiss with baited breath, longing for more and hesitating with a building sense of excitement and anticipation. It hadn't taken long for the redhead to work the dhampire into a state of arousal as much was clear by the now familiar strain on the fabric of his trousers. While Alucard's heart thumped in his chest, his pulse throbbing so loudly in his ears he could've sworn it was audible. The sting and ache of his lust starting in his chest and seeping down into his belly, down his arms and burning his fingers as if they longed for a touch to ease the pain.

As if in a stupor, intoxicated by his own desires, the dhampire murmured sweetly to his new lover. "Ashley, what is it that you do to me to make me feel like this." his head tilted slightly as to be able to plant a loving kiss on one cheek, then the other, of his fiery companion. "It knots my insides..."

"Always want to make you feel like this," Ashley purred, watching Alucard's eyes with happy adoration. He basked in this feeling of power, the security of knowing that Alucard worshiped him.

"Carry me to bed," Ashley said, brushing soft, tempting kisses all over Alucard's ethereal face. "Touch me. Take me. Ravish me, Alucard, please." He whimpered softly, pleading, longing, and tugged at Alucard's lower lip between his teeth, aching with want for his lover. He'd relished the teasing, the care, but now he'd been teasing for so long that he yearned for Alucard, wanting to belong to him in every possible way. "Please."

Alucard was the sort of man who, usually, needed to be told things at least twice before he heard them but this was an exception. After Ashley confessed his desires the dhampire wrapped both of those strong, fine arms around his lover and effortlessly lifted him up as if he was weightless. One hand was firmly gripping under each of Ashley's thighs, encouraging Ashley to wrap his legs around his middle for some extra support.

He took him to the bed and, with a sweet kiss, he gently lowered Ashley only the bed noticing that the towel which had been covering him had all but fallen off. Memories of what his lover had said to him in the bath came back full force and his arousal increased. Alucard slowly looked Ashley up and down, his palms found his lover's knees, gently stroking them. "Ashley..." He cooed, lovingly.

Ashley locked his legs eagerly around his lover's waist, exchanging more sweet, promising kisses as Alucard carried him to the bed, and detaching only so that Alucard could lay him down upon it.

Brushing away the towel from his lap, Ashley lay back, arching his spine so that Alucard could see the full length of his lithe body, the pale skin and the half-erect cock nestled between his thighs. He parted those thighs for Alucard at the touch to his legs, blushing a little with sweet shyness as he exposed himself. "I'm yours," he promised, dragging his teeth over his lower lip. "I got some lube. It's in the bag by the door. I want you to fuck me."

Alucard gazed down at his lover, doe-eyed, and filled with lust. No one had ever exposed themselves to Alucard like this before, nobody had had the courage to be this forthcoming with him. The dhampire had made the assumption that his years of loneliness had been a result of his nature; convinced that being a dhampire had made him so unholy and repulsive that no man or woman could've ever dreamt of loving him. Yet, here he was, confronted with someone offering themselves so keenly to him, he felt overwhelmed.

"Ashley," He whispered, fingers gently running down the length of his shin, then back up to his knees. In truth, Alucard was a little apprehensive. Not because he feared giving his virginity to Ashley but because he was concerned he'd do something wrong, be a clumsy lover or worst of all, hurt Ashley. "Lube?" He echoed, catching on as soon as he said the word "Ah, lubricant." his eyes flashed to Ashley's crotch, then away, as if he'd just sinned in the looking. "Very well, I'll fetch it." He swallowed back his insecurities and retrieved the bag of goodies, trying not to let that final sentence drive him completely mad with lust.

Naive, he asked "Are... you certain you want to give yourself to me?" Unaware of the fact that Ashley was probably more experienced in such matters.

Ashley giggled at the old-fashioned prudishness of the question. He found it utterly charming, as he found everything Alucard did, and he hooked his legs loosely around Alucard's waist to keep him close. "I am yours," he promised, dark eyes low-lidded with pleasure. "And you are mine. I want to give myself to you in every possible way. I want you to commit every imaginable debauchery upon me."

Giggling again with wicked delight, Ashley reached for a handful of Alucard's hair, using it to gently tug him forward and down, like a leash. "I want to be yours, Alucard. I want you to touch and kiss every inch of my skin. But especially I want your mouth on my cock and your fingers exploring my ass."

He kissed the tip of Alucard's nose, sweet and wanton at once. "Please?"

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