marlowemuses | Sweet Obsession; for fatherssins

"Don't resist," Ashley purred, rapturous with bliss as his lover moved within him. "Own me. Possess me. Claim me. Please, Alucard. I want to be yours entirely." Shivering beneath Alucard, Ashley rocked up into each thrust, hands staying in Alucard's hair, wanting to be surrounded and filled utterly by his lover. "Alucard," he said, like a prayer, losing himself in the pleasure and not ever wanting to come up for air. He wasn't close enough yet, but he didn't care, wanting to enjoy this feeling forever. "Alucard."

While the dhampire comprehended the need to balance in a relationship and how pleasure needed to be mutual he was much too far gone to understand the imperfection of this union. As much as he wanted to lead his lover to that pinnacle of pleasure his mind was elsewhere, he couldn't ignore the throbbing need to give in to that desperate ache and those sweet, tempting words Ashley fed him only increased his hunger.

His thrusts became less measured; careless and bound by his fever for his pleasure. Hiding his expression in the crook of Ashley's neck, forehead sweltering against the bed linen he moaned into the mattress desperately as if his will itself was breaking in two. No words could form but the sound alone would've signalled the raw lust as the dhampire came for a second time with Ashley. This had been different from before though, no aided pleasure but the euphoria that came with their two bodies mingling together in hot, writhing passion.

Ashley's pleasure tilted into mirth as he realized that Alucard had just come. Giggling with delight and adoration, Ashley locked his legs around Alucard's waist, keeping his lover inside of him.

All smiles, Ashley tilted his head, catching Alucard's lips in a sweet kiss that was interrupted by more giggles.

"My Alucard." Ashley kissed his nose, then melted back into the sheets, satisfied with his accomplishment even though his body was still aching for completion. His fingertips skimmed down Alucard's spine, giving him time to recover. He knew well enough how to keep a lover hard so that they could go for another round, but he wasn't sure if Alucard was up to that just yet, and preferred to just bask in the pleasure and affection that was immediately available.

That soft chatter of laughter echoed hazily in Alucard's skull as he slowly regained his composure, his senses returning to him bit by bit, feeling those familiar soft lips on his and the clutch of his lover's legs around his middle. The dhampire shuddered deeply as the last drop of pleasured left him and the sobering notion of leaving his companion unsatisfied hit him, making him feel that familiar pang of self-consciousness.

Swallowing hard and dry he moved to roll beside Ashley, to catch his breath, the moment the redhead released him from his grip. When he eased himself out of his lover he audibly gasped and the shudder that followed it was equally as intense. "I'm..." He stammered, trying to speaking but his words were hoarse and brittle "I'm sorry... I must have disappointed you." And this was all said with Alucard avoiding Ashley's eyes, he couldn't look upon someone whom he had taken so much from but he had given so little to (or so he thought).

Ashley only laughed again at Alucard's self-doubt, peppering kisses over Alucard's nose and cheeks. "I am ever so pleased," he said, winding his arms around Alucard's neck and cuddling him. "I think we ought to go to a sex shop. I'd like it so much to have a plug in me to keep your seed in until you're ready to go again."

Wicked and playful, he grinned at Alucard. "You could use your mouth on me again. Or your hand."

A flurry of blinks and his lips parted in surprise. While Alucard hadn't expected Ashley to chide him for his lack of willpower he was pleasantly taken aback by his positivity to having been left wanting. "You aren't... upset?" The dhampire enquired, brow raising and the worry on his face ebbing into a more recognisable expression of peace and contentment. "I was so concerned that--" he was part way through his sentence when Ashley added his rather naughty idea about some additional purchases he wished to make. The sentences never finished; words were swallowed in Alucard's shock and the incredibly intimate nature of that comment. To have someone as dear as Ashley want something so filthy from him, a damned, monstrous creature, made their union all the more addictive; tainted even, and there was something deeply exciting about that.

Whilst staying close to Ashley and enjoying his embrace the dhampire could not help himself but look away at this overwhelming cocktail of emotions rushing through his head. "Ashley," he finally spoke, voice just above a whisper "you say such awful things." While the words may have been misconstrue to those of discipline the tone of the dhampire's voice hinted at approval and great affection.

"You say awful," Ashley teased him, kissing the tip of Alucard's nose, "but I feel certain that you mean wonderful."

Yearning for Alucard's approval and praise, Ashley faltered briefly, worrying that he had gone too far and disgusted his precious lover. Ashley very rarely felt any form of self-doubt or remorse, but he desperately craved approval from the very few people that he fixed his affections upon. Previously Arkady, and now his exquisite Alucard. "You aren't displeased with me for saying that, are you? For wanting that? I'll do anything to please you, but it is true. I want all the deliciously awful things with you."

Pressing close, he nuzzled at Alucard, expecting to have praise and reassurance lavished upon him, as was his due, as had always been his experience.

For someone who was so deeply insecure to see his lover doubt himself, even for a second, had Alucard fretting twice as much as usual. Having physically shied away from the comment Alucard now rolled onto his side to face Ashley, one hand raising to cradle his jaw delicately, his skin cool to the touch. "I could never be displeased with you, ever. Truth be told... the comment was," his eyes darted away, not put off but embarrassed, shy even. "well, I've never known someone to want so very much of me so intensely and--" he hesitated again, clearly inexperienced in sharing his more private thoughts "--oh dear, I apologise, I'm not being very articulate." his mind was far too cluttered with Ashley's dirty admission "it's simply that I feel guilty for enjoying such awful statements like that. Not to say that you're awful, you're as far from awful as anyone possibly could be--" and Alucard felt himself talking in circles, his brow furrowed at this, clearly frustrated.

"Tell me how much you adore me," Ashley commanded, since that was far more interesting than Alucard's self doubt. He kissed Alucard's nose again to reassure him, smiling with warm affection as he guided Alucard's hand down between his legs. "And touch me, please? Or... or, I'd like it best if you used your tongue on me. Inside me."

Thrilled by the deliciously wicked suggestion, Ashley grinned and bit his own lower lip with yearning. "Or your mouth on my cock and your fingers inside me, if you prefer. Please, Alucard?"

Alucard smiled, a rare thing, as his expression shifted from concern to comfort. There was something so wonderful in Ashley's honest demands that made him realise just what his lover wanted from him and that guidance was most welcome. "Oh Ashley," the dhampire cooed, fondly, "you must know how fond of you I've grown to be in a matter of days. I've never been this close to anyone before, really, I feel like I've known you for the longest time." There was a lot of sweetness in this admission which was quickly forgotten at that deliciously base request.

The dhampire's hand found its way to Ashley's groin and his cool fingers curled around the familiar shape of his cock, his strokes measured and careful. "But--" he swallowed, glancing down the perfect arch of his lover's body "--you'd prefer that first option best, wouldn't you?" The thought was so filthy yet he found himself excited by it. "Would you... tell me? Tell me what you want and I'll do it just as you want it."

Ashley smiled wide at Alucard's response, watching Alucard's eyes with excitement and devotion. "Yes, please," he agreed, letting go and propping himself up on his elbows. He spread his thighs wide, watching Alucard through the dark red fringe of his lashes and biting his lip with anticipation. "I want..."

Swallowing, Ashley blushed, ducking his head briefly, because he wasn't accustomed to simply stating and asking for what he wanted. Manipulation and coaxing had usually worked better for him, and his lovers had generally been more interested in possessing his beauty than in truly pleasing him. "I want you to lick me open with your tongue. I want you to lick your seed out of me. I want to come with your tongue in my ass."

Whimpering with yearning and shy embarrassment, Ashley bit his lower lip, half expecting to be refused.

Alucard's smile remained and an almost wicked light touched those vivid, golden eyes. His other hand which had been cradling Ashley's jaw encouraged him to lean in closer, his thumb gently caressing the finesse of his bone structure. When close enough, the vampire shared a slow, sensual kiss with his bold lover, taking on his taste before adjusting his position.

He shifted so that he was kneeling at the end of the bed, one hand on each of Ashley's upper thighs, at this point he shot the redhead the most devilish of looks. For once, he felt that he may have had the upper hand in their union and that was worth whatever unfamiliar territory he was about to enter. "Ready?" He asked, although he didn't wait for a response. Hunching over and using his hands to spread apart Ashley's cheeks his tongue tentatively ran over that tender spot.

Ashley's eyes widened with awe at the wicked look on Alucard's beautiful face. He forgot his shyness at once, attention riveted to Alucard with absolute trust. This was a new side to Alucard, and Ashley loved it.

"Oh!" He gasped with pleasure as Alucard dived down to lick him. It felt exquisite, and Ashley melted back into the covers, bringing one hand up to his mouth to bite at his knuckle, which did nothing to stifle his whimpers and moans of pleasure. His other hand reached down, winding into Alucard's hair and clutching at the strands, urging him to continue.

Extremely sensitive, Ashley trembled with each lick, keening for more. It felt both tantalizing and soothing, and his legs strained against Alucard's grip, feet brushing against Alucard's shoulders as he tried uselessly to tug Alucard closer, craving more and more.

Alucard wouldn't allow himself to think about what he was doing, not because of the base nature of it but because of how inexperienced he was when it came to this type of foreplay. Instead, he let his instincts take over and whatever sensible train of thought had been hanging on by a thread had snapped so that all that was left was Ashley's pleasure.

The dhampire's tongue ran languidly back and forth over Ashley's entrance; the trail of saliva it left in its wake cool against the air. Alucard continue lapping his lover for a time before tensing his tongue and testing, gently pressing, it against that sensitive, little hole. Those devilish, golden eyes glanced up to see if any of this had affected his partner with that same wicked, almost playful, intent, before opening his mouth wider and forcing in the very tip of his tongue.

Floating amidst the pleasure of his emotions and the sensations that Alucard offered, Ashley's lashes fluttered, surrendering entirely to sensation and love. He belonged to Alucard, and his beloved was pleased with him. As much as he wanted to watch and to see every expression flickering over Alucard's face, the sensations overwhelmed him and he let his eyes fall closed so that he could savor them.

Each generous pass of Alucard's tongue wrung gasps and moans from Ashley, making his fingers twitch in Alucard's hair. He was lost in pleasure, hyper aware of every touch. "Alucard," he gasped, prayer and plea.

When Alucard's tongue pushed into him, parting the sensitive flesh, Ashley cried out, making keening noises of need. "Yes, please, Alucard."

Reaching down, he wrapped his own fingers around himself, squeezing tight and keeping his hand still, feeling the pleasure build as Alucard toyed with his hole. He needed hardly anything to push him over the edge, not after he'd gone so long without being touched, not when he'd gotten so close already with his exquisite, superhuman Alucard.

Ashley cried out as he came, babbling Alucard's name again and again as the waves of pleasure spilled over him. "Alucard."

Alucard had been unaware of just how very effective that technique was going to be. A few well-placed licks and prods had sent his lover over the edge in a matter of moments and the sense of power and satisfaction that came with that made the dhampire positively glow. Cruelly running his tongue up that sensitive stretch of skin and then past the seam of Ashley's balls he coolly whispered there: "You are... a joy to watch." His inquisitiveness was almost sweet as the dhampire of how many years let himself taste that liquid pleasure his lover had spilled.

As he did this his hands relaxed and released Ashley's inner thighs, giving him the chance to let his legs rest. Wicked, cruel and devious as he may seem between the sheets there still remained the soft care that came with this cursed creature. "Are you alright?" Surely, he thought, Ashley must be tired now after all of their experimentation.

Shivering with pleasure and overstimulation as Alucard licked his way up, Ashley whimpered for him, opening his arms to invite his precious lover close. He pulled Alucard into a kiss, tasting his own skin and musk and seed on Alucard's lips. Almost overflowing with emotion, Ashley moaned into his mouth.

He clung tight, only reluctantly releasing him from the kiss. Smiling shyly at his lover, Ashley was almost embarrassed by his own enthusiasm. He watched Alucard's eyes, happy and devoted. "That felt wonderful."

Tugging him close, Ashley toyed with his lover's hair as he recovered, enjoying the safety and comfort of Alucard's embrace. At least until his stomach grumbled. Ashley wrinkled his nose, reminded that he'd eaten nothing since breakfast, and then only a pastry. "I ought to eat something," Ashley sighed, disinclined to move.

With feather-light touches the dhampire affectionately brushed locks of auburn hair aside to reveal the splendour of his lover's countenance. Post kiss, Alucard gazed adoringly at his young partner and while his marble features barely moved, a warmth reached his vivid eyes that expressed more than the simple tightening of muscles in a smile ever could. How connected he now felt to this man, in days Alucard had bonded more with Ashley than he had with another living being in all of his long life. The unfamiliarity of this feeling left him somewhere between contented and cautious; the deeper his investment, the more severe the thought of losing it became. But such talk of loss was not for now, or maybe it would never be spoken of, for the time being he simply basked in their shared time.

Alucard sank back into the bed, his hair framing his face, neck and shoulders. He was undeniably paler and he had a look of fatigue to him. He had not consumed anything that could actually sustain him in a noticeable period and it was beginning to show. While he had enough self control not to suddenly attack, the affects of the dhampire's hunger would begin to show in other ways. He would look less alive as time went on and he would sleep more and more, often by accident.

He breathed slowly, the pace tempered, and his eyes closed. In response to Ashley's comment he simply said "Would you like to order something from the kitchens here?" He didn't open his eyes when speaking.

"Yes," Ashley said, trailing his fingers over Alucard's bare chest. He didn't know that this fatigue was anything but normal for Alucard, though he was already aware that Alucard had a tendency to deny himself. He suspected that they were both underfed, and had begun pondering his plans to take care of that. First his own needs, since Ashley required food multiple times a day, and then Alucard's.

"Steak and fries," he said, with a lazily imperious note in his voice that indicated that he expected Alucard to place the order for him. "And wine."

Reaching over the edge of the bed, Ashley grabbed one of the little snack bags he'd purchased in the shop, tearing it open and beginning to munch on the salted and sugared contents. His eyes never strayed from Alucard for more than a moment, and he made no effort to put on clothing, though he knew he'd at least need to wipe himself down to remove all remaining spatters of seed from his belly and between his thighs.

Alucard definitely looked weary. He'd been retiring from the start, but the current levels of fatigue concerned Ashley. As soon as he ate, he decided, they were going out.

Alucard had, in all fairness, expected Ashley to order the food himself but when he was simply informed of Ashley's desires he knew that he would be the one to order. He didn't mind, per se, he was more than capable of using the telephone - he just didn't like doing so very much. "Mhmm," he sounded, letting the request sit in the forefront of his mind for a moment as he gathered the energy to sit up.

Eventually, the dhampire sat up, combing his hair back with his fingers, it was knotted, and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Reaching to the bedside table Alucard picked up the receiver and listened to the automated options before pressing the corresponding digits to get through to room service. The conversation was minimal and while Alucard was not rude, he was very direct and didn't make any small talk to the receptionist on the other end of the line.

Once ordered, he moved to stand to try and get what little blood he had flowing. He glanced back at Ashley and, without a word, affectionately stroked his cheek with the back of his hand. He looked rather sweet perched there, nibbling his way through his packet of snacks, he made Alucard think of a little animal; like a hamster or a chipmunk. The thought made the corner of his mouth curve into a sneaky smile as he walked away to comb out the endless tangles from his hair and freshen up before the food arrived.

While Alucard was undeniably quiet, there was no sinister motive behind his silence. If anything, he was very happy. For him, being reserved was second nature, it was how he'd lived most of his life.

Ashley was unconcerned about the quiet. Arkady had often been similar, distracted by his studies and with little attention left to spare for Ashley's high-energy needs. It had taught Ashley to be quiet and patient, waiting for opportunities to demand or manipulate, as required.

When Alucard moved to the bathroom, Ashley trailed after, not wanting to be separated. He set down his snacks and took the brush from Alucard's hand, brushing through Alucard's hair with smooth efficiency--as much as Ashley liked to dote over his long hair, he knew also how to care for it quickly.

Satisfied by the untangled fall of hair, Ashley returned the brush to him and reached for a wash cloth to wipe himself down, tending to his own toilette with fastidious efficiency, never moving more than an arm's length away from his beloved. "How often do you need to eat?"

That simple, caring action had great significance to Alucard; perhaps unbeknownst to Ashley. While he could understand the mutual pleasure of sleeping together and the exchange that was involved in it, something as simple as brushing his hair had no physical reward, no benefit, yet there Ashley was, doing it without request. When the dhampire was convinced that Ashley wasn't looking at him he took a lock of his own hair between his fingers and ran them through its silky length. His expression softened enormously, so tender it almost looked sad, as if to say 'nobody has ever done that for me before'.

The look quickly vanished when the question was raised and Alucard composed himself, clearing his throat. Honestly, he didn't like the question at all as it was a discomforting reality check as to what he was against what his lover was. A monster and a man; he desperately didn't want Ashley to have to worry about his demonic needs. So, he answered evasively, unaware of how frustrating it might be to his lover. "I can go for long periods without eating, you have no need to worry about that, alright?"

"Not all right," Ashley said, tossing the washcloth into the sink and stepping close, giving Alucard a stern little glare. He had to look up at Alucard, but Ashley had plenty of determined stubbornness when he needed it. "If you're weak or hungry or starving, what happens to me? If you're too hungry to control yourself, I'm in danger. If you neglect yourself to the point that I lose you, what will I do?"

He expected that Alucard was plenty intelligent enough to imagine all manner of awful fates that might befall Ashley without someone to protect and care for him. He'd already been extracted from one of them, barely a day before.

"Brush my hair," Ashley ordered, giving him the brush and a reprimanding scowl for not having done so automatically. "And give me the information I asked for. If you drain someone, how long does it last you?"

To say that Alucard was unaccustomed to be scolded was an understatement. He had had close to no discipline as a child, his absentee-father couldn't have cared less and the limited time he'd had with his mother had been so fleeting that she had only ever really needed to tell him off a handful of times. As a result, being spoken to like this shocked the dhampire and, perhaps unexpectedly, he felt terrible about it. When most might have snapped back, a small knot of guilt tightened in Alucard's belly and he looked away, as if ashamed of himself.

"Forgive me," he said meekly, resembling a beaten dog "I was selfish, I did not consider..." the sentence trailed off, as if pained by guilt to finish it. He had been so consumed with his own self-loathing for what he is that he hadn't thought of the consequences of his secrecy to Ashley. The pause continued until he was snapped out of it by Ashley handing him the brush. It was therapeutic to brush Ashley's hair and talk, it took his attention away from what he was actually saying. "To be at my best, I need to feed every other day but I am able to go for long periods of time without feeding." his tone bled with sadness, he had never spoken about his feeding habits with anyone before and everything he knew was through experimentation, not from being taught. "My... nature dictates that the more often I feed, the better I feel, the curse -- I believe -- was crafted to make..." he couldn't say what he was "... my kind feed, and ultimately, kill as often as possible. Like a disease, in a way." Alucard, clearly, had a very low opinion of himself and of his condition, the language he chose to use said as much. "I have made strides to ween myself off of this habit. When my need becomes strong I often show symptoms of anaemia or I become catatonic, I've rarely attacked anyone out of thirst. That being said, I suppose I've never really been close enough to anyone to attack them." The thought of accidentally hurting Ashley scared him and he quickly added "If... you wish to stay with me I will teach you what to do if... I... If you need to do something."

"I won't need to do anything," Ashley said, stubbornly refusing to consider the possibility. He'd only said it to shock Alucard into obedience. He trusted that Alucard would never hurt him, and he intended to make certain that Alucard was fed, so there wouldn't be a problem.

Pacified by Alucard brushing his hair, Ashley relaxed again, considering the new information. "As soon as I've eaten, we're going out, and you're going to eat."

Stepping close, Ashley kissed his lover, soothing his commands with kisses. He nuzzled softly at Alucard, staying close and coaxing. "You must always stay well fed so you can take care of me."

There was a knock at their door, and Ashley pulled away, not bothering to put on clothes as he went to the door and accepted the food. Sitting down to eat hungrily, he watched Alucard, still testing out this new dynamic of their relationship. Ashley had never before attempted to command anyone other than his servants, and the power of it was fascinating to him.

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