marlowemuses | Sweet Obsession; for fatherssins

Honestly, that hadn't helped much. Despite the removal the temptation of those lips, the warmth that Ashley generated in addition to his almost possessive touch only inflamed Alucard's desire. For someone who had seemed so utterly exhausted mere minutes ago, his energy and tension were now both flooding his system like a teenage boy in heat. "I can't--" he murmured, breathilly, trying not to get caught by those liquid, inviting eyes of Ashley's. "--I mustn't." The poor, inexperienced creature that Alucard was was now conflicted and confused with such intimacies. While part of him was relieved that Ashley had stopped his onslaught of kisses another, rawer, side of him missed the touch of them. He both regretted and delighted in his pursuit of this beautiful, damaged creature in equal measure and now that the dhampire was so firmly under the human's influence he didn't know what to do.

"Oh dear." he murmured weakly, trying with a fervour to settle the poisonous mix of desires rushing through his brain and filtering down to his arms, hands to fingertips. His lust burnt under the skin and while part of him wanted to fling this delicate, pale creature to the floor and ravage him like the monster he was, the other -human- part of him used every piece of its strength to resist. "You're... tempting me and you mustn't do that, I might hurt you."

Ashley laughed. There was no mockery in it, though he was certainly laughing at Alucard. Only sweet amusement at the absurdity of Alucard's statement. "You won't hurt me," he said, a statement of what was, to Ashley, absolute fact.

No one had ever raised a hand to him. Of all the people in the world who might possibly ever be inclined to try, his devoted and generous Alucard was certainly not one of them. Ashley didn't believe the threat for a moment.

He did, however, rise to his feet, removing temptation a few paces farther away. After fetching a book, he returned to sit near Alucard, giving him space to recover.

"Tell me," he commanded, dark eyes sparkling with possessiveness. Alucard was his, and Ashley absolutely intended to bend him to his will, which he would do entirely through sweet coaxing. The book on his lap served as an offer, a possibility. I could sit here and read. Quiet and well behaved. Or...

"Tell me what you are, or I shall resume tempting you."

Such confidence shook the dhampire: how could Ashley be so sure. They had only known each other for a day and here he was, totally assured that he could do him no harm. Alucard knew his terrible, cursed nature better (or so he thought) he didn't trust himself with sweet, beautiful things; there was too much at stake. One so full of life, as Ashley was, was worth a thousand copies of himself.

He notably relaxed when Ashley stood up, it wasn't relief per se, it was more like he'd been given a moment to breath again. Whether Ashley noticed or not, Alucard also shifted to place a cushion on his lap, an innocent would think he'd put it there on the off chance that Ashley sat there again, someone with more experience would know otherwise.

That question again, it pained Alucard to such an extent that it marred those ethereal features. The expression wasn't enough to make him unsightly, but it was as if someone had taken something beautiful and broken it. He looked away, ashamed, he didn't want to spoil this fantasy of being a normal man. How it broke his heart to be asked the one question he never wanted to answer but the one everyone was always dying to know the answer to.

"I... am a monster." he finally confided, his elegant fingers crushing the corners of the cushion on his lap, frustrated and guilt-ridden. "I've been lying to you by omission from the very beginning. I'm so sorry, forgive me, Ashley. I am not the man you might think I am. I am..." the words caught in his throat "part Nosferatu, the living dead." his confession had been a deeply pained one and during it he hadn't raised his head to look at his companion once. Whether Ashley believed him or not probably didn't matter at this point, Alucard told himself that the admission would probably destroy whatever relationship they had built to this point. "I... will leave you now, someone like you... should not be cursed by someone like me."

Ashley noticed the cushion, and was pleased by it. As innocent as he could be in many ways, he was no virgin. Sexuality was too potent a tool for him to fail to notice such an obvious clue.

He listened with interest, memorizing every word. At one point, because Alucard wasn't looking, Ashley allowed his eyes to roll upward, compelling himself to patience with how thoroughly Alucard's perspective of their relationship differed with his own. As if Ashley had thought, for a single moment, that someone as exquisite and unique as Alucard could ever be an ordinary human.

When Alucard said he was leaving, Ashley's promise to cease tempting him shattered at once. Tossing his book aside, Ashley slid straight back into Alucard's lap, tangling his hands into Alucard's hair to try and get him to look up again, so he could see the sincerity and the utter lack of fear in Ashley's dark, dark eyes. "You are not leaving me," he declared, refusing to allow for any other possibility, because to consider any other possibility would devastate him, and Ashley could almost feel it, pressing at the edges of his consciousness.

You'll leave me. Like he left me. "You will not ever leave me."

"Oh!" Alucard exclaimed when Ashley suddenly landed back on his lap, as he hadn't been looking the movement came as a total surprise, even to someone like him with his keen senses. The feeling of those fingers gliding through his hair and the accidental touch of his scalp made him shiver and when he finally rose his gaze his eyes didn't know where to land. The darted from those dark eyes, to his lips then finally away in the hope of removing such intense stimulus.

This reckless abandon and display of affection only made Alucard's desire intensify and it showed in the small changes in him. His pupils dilated, his mouth ajar and breathless. With Ashley on his lap Alucard could no longer squeeze the frustration out of him on that cushion (which was still resting on his crotch) so instead his nails were digging into the arms of the chair.

He badly stammered when he spoke "S-sweet man, you are in danger around me with each increase in second." And here was where Alucard's naivety really showed "You do not know what you do to me with your affections. I am a base creature and with each touch, every kiss, as innocent as you think they are, they push me to think of awful things. I am no good friend to you, I am selfish in this union, please, you must understand."

Awful things. Ashley wondered if he meant only sex, or if his Nosferatu was tempted to feed upon him. Or worse. Was Alucard capable of worse? Ashley wasn't certain, since his mind skittered away from the possibility that any true danger could touch him.

You will not leave me, he thought again, since that trumped everything else. He would gladly offer of himself in order to keep Alucard at his side. It wouldn't be the first time he'd done so. His body and his beauty was all he had to offer it. To get what he wanted, Ashley would give himself entirely.

Tilting his head, Ashley let his nose brush alongside Alucard's, not loosening his grip. Lips a millimeter away from Alucard's, his breath was warm and tasted of the cinnamon and sugar of his earlier pastry. "What kind of awful things?" he asked, a purr in his voice that was blatant with invitation.

Even a creature of his strength still had limits to his willpower and Ashley had been wildly putting pressure of these limits all afternoon. The dhampire, chaste and self-loathing as he was, could feel himself crossing that metaphorical line between friend and lover and in doing so felt somewhere between euphoric and wicked. As if drugged by his passion he whispered "Awful things--" echoing Ashley's last words, unable to process them properly without repeating them "--to you, as if we were lovers."

All of the energy he had put into both his blood-lust and physical desires crumbled and the sexual restraint he had been holding back shattered. Alucard's head tilted to the side minimally so that his lips could fit perfectly against Ashley's and he gave him his first, romantic kiss. While the dhampire was inexperienced his passion did most of the work for him. Both hands released from the arms of his chair, one hand settled on the small of Ashley's back whilst the other rose to cradle the back of his skull.

Alucard did not taste of sugar or sweet spices, he tastes of iron and blood and darkness. His kiss was powerful and authoritative, it was claiming and the embrace hinted at a possessiveness to match his new lover's.

Ashley melted into the kiss, savoring the possessive grip and the sweet dominance of his kiss. Sighing as he returned it, Ashley went pliant in his arms, utterly willing to be possessed. He led the kiss a little, parting his lips to invite and later flicking his tongue against Alucard's lips, tempting and then withdrawing in order to get Alucard to pursue and to claim.

Naturally vocal, Ashley didn't hold back any of his little whimpers of pleasure. He sighed into Alucard's mouth, giving soft little moans as Alucard claimed him, goading Alucard to more and savoring every moment of it.

His fingers tightened in Alucard's hair, gripping tight. Alucard was his. Had been his from almost the first moment that Ashley had seen him.

He felt like a young man, for once in his miserable life he was no longer consumed with grief and self-hate, but with affection and, to his own surprise as much as anyone else's, a real sense of playfulness. When Ashley teased him with his tongue Alucard leaned into his lover, trying to capture that mischievous gesture in his lips. Closing his eyes and sighing as the tension in his had subsided for a short while.

While Ashley was vocal, Alucard was not, disregarding for his occasional sighs of pleasure he was all but silent. Still supporting the redhead he leaned back, finally, to catch his breath more than anything else, but the kiss hadn't done much to sate his sexual appetite. Far from it, it had fuelled it. With doe-eyed consumed with lust the dhampire whispered "What should I do." not exactly looking for instruction, more that he needed to know how far to go, or not to go.

Low-lidded with pleasure from the kiss, Ashley smiled at him, basking in the knowledge that he had Alucard now, and could request anything he liked. Considering briefly, Ashley leaned forward to kiss the tip of Alucard's nose.

His smile was sweet and wicked as he reached between them, pulling the cushion up and tossing it away. Then he slid back, off of Alucard's lap, kneeling on the floor between his thighs. "I think," Ashley said, pushing Alucard's thighs farther apart and holding his gaze as he leaned in to lay a soft, wicked kiss on his fly, "that you ought to do awful things to me."

He wanted to do this, first, because he wanted to be sure of his power over Alucard, to prove to them both that Alucard could refuse him nothing, and to show that he wasn't quite the innocent that Alucard expected. "For hours," he said, and punctuated it with another soft kiss to the fabric, watching Alucard's eyes to be certain.

Had Alucard not been so very consumed by his lust he would've objected to that cushion being removed, but as he was, he was almost proud of how clearly aroused he was; trousers bulging in a very large and unmistakable shape. Unable to hold Ashley anymore one arm settled on the armrest - making him appear broader than he really was - whilst the other settled on his lap, his palm finding his new lover's cheek to cradle.

While Alucard had never been intimate with another that didn't mean that he hadn't pleasured himself, or fantasised about others pleasing him. When Ashley knelt before him his arousal increased tenfold, washing over him like heat, and he shuddered. "Ashley," he whispered affectionately, looking down at him with an expression ripe with love. "I haven't... I've never been with anyone. In all the long years of my life. Are you sure you want to share this with me?" He had to ask, aroused or not, Alucard still had a strong conscious. It was, however, obvious that he wanted this.

Ashley just grinned in response, closing his mouth around the bulge in the fabric and letting his teeth scrape very slightly against the cloth.

Sitting back on his heels, he started to unfasten Alucard's trousers, greedy to see what he could feel through the cloth. His eyes never left Alucard's face for more than a moment or two at a time. Turning his head, he kissed Alucard's palm; once, then again, again, until he reached Alucard's fingertips and could nip playfully at them.

Grinning wide, Ashley drew Alucard's length out and skimmed his fingertips admiringly over the shaft. He tipped his head to the side, pillowed on Alucard's palm as he studied him, gaze now caught on Alucard's cock. "How beautiful you are," Ashley said, very pleased by being with someone whose beauty compared to his own.

Even being as aroused as he was, he still felt bashful being exposed. Ashley was the first and only person to see him in this state and the combination of his compliments and physical attention were enough to send the dhampire into a euphoric state of shock. To say that he was sensitive was a massive understatement as even the most playful, lightest of touches had the dhampire silently shivering, twitching and in extreme cases, looking away. Ashley's touches and words were devastatingly arousing but it was that look that he kept giving Alucard that proved to be the proverbial cherry on top.

How exposed the dhampire was now, from the cold, looming figure Ashley had met only twenty-four hours ago to the quivering, twitching, handsome mess that sat before him. That being said, what Ashley said was true; Alucard was beautiful. Every inch of him carved into perfection so that even now, in his excited state, the curve of his erection, the smooth, tautness of his skin and the perfect bulge of his head looked divine in its symmetry.

When he made his first attempt to respond all that came out was a submissive "Ah.", the second time he managed to form a proper sentence "I am nothing compared to you, you sweet, loving man." His words were dripping with adoration and he looked as though he wanted to add something else, a request, but he stopped himself in the face of being too demanding. But God, how he wanted more attention there. How he craved it, even if was just teasing.

Ashley laughed with affectionate delight at the praise. He didn't know if it was true about him being sweet and loving, since he felt more possessive and manipulative, but in the most decadently generous sort of way.

He loved the sight of Alucard's exquisite agony, the evident pleasure and desperation in every line of his body. As much as Ashley loved to tease, he expected that Alucard would not last long if he'd never been touched before. More fun to ease his misery and then to take time teasing him afterward. There would be plenty of time, Ashley was quite sure of that. Years. Perhaps even centuries.

Sitting forward, Ashley flicked his eyes coyly up to his lover as he laved his tongue over the head of Alucard's cock. He watched every detail of Alucard's reactions, kissing and licking with sweet, playful promise along the side of Alucard's cock for only a moment before he closed his lips around it.

He didn't do this often. Ashley was inherently selfish, and his pleasure in this act came from his power and influence over his partner, and the praise and affection that would result. But for Alucard, his Alucard, he wanted it to be quite clear that this was what he chose.

Making a very soft sound of pleasure as he kissed the tip, Ashley slid his mouth down, swallowing Alucard's length. The dhampire was larger than any of Ashley's former partners, and Ashley only took him deep enough that Alucard's cock bumped the back of his throat before he lifted up, bobbing his head slowly.

Alucard immediately tensed. The feeling was unparalleled, not only was the promise of more attention dizzying but the acceptance of having someone want to be this close to him filled his heart fit to burst. Any element of being reserved, quiet and calm seemed to have disappeared entirely. Alucard's bare feet curled into the carpet and his thighs tightened like steel. He moaned; it was a deep, primal sound that hinted at a terrible lust that was simply begging to be released. A small drop of pre-cum seeped from the tip of cock and he felt his chest falling and rising with each desperate, panting breath he took.

The warmth of his lover's tongue, however, did not compare to the all-enveloping bliss of his mouth. Another moan, louder than before, so loud that Alucard's hand rose from the arm of his chair to cover his mouth and muffle his lusty noises. All thought of anything awful had left him, this was heavenly and he already felt his willpower being tested yet again. While Alucard wouldn't have much in the way of willpower to hold back from his orgasm, Ashley would find him not lacking in the stamina department.

While he so desperately wanted to release his other hand groped for Ashley's shoulder, upon finding it he fumbled a few dazed words "It's... it's too much." he pleaded, his face the very picture of ecstasy "I shouldn't. You should stop."

Ashley's head lifted with a laugh, sweet and delighted as ever. Utterly decadent, he watched Alucard through his lashes as he kissed along the side of his partner's shaft, pausing to tease while he replied to that irresistibly misguided comment. "You shouldn't?" he asked, wondering if this was some variety of homophobia. He'd encountered that with lovers before, but didn't really think that it was his gender that Alucard was objecting to. "What?" he prompted, rubbing his cheek along the side of Alucard's cock, wet as it was with his own spit. "Feel pleasure? Have sex? Come?"

He licked his lips and swallowed, pausing to kiss a line down the underside of Alucard's cock. The teasing was well-deserved, in Ashley's mind, in return for daring to tell Ashley that he shouldn't. "But if it's too much..." he murmured, his breath and the stir of his lips a very soft vibration against the base of Alucard's cock.

Sighing with playful melodrama, he lifted his head, laughed once, and said: "Well, pity. Because I was so hoping you would fuck me."

Not giving Alucard any time to react, Ashley swallowed him back down in one smooth, elegant movement, wrapping his hand around Alucard's length so that he could stroke whatever didn't fit in his mouth.

In his current state Ashley probably could've talked Alucard into his release. He was completely beholden to his every word, each touch, they bordered on some sort of divine torture and he was in heaven. Horrible, crippling, heaven. He had been pleading for Ashley to stop knowing that he was at his limit and yet he cruelly, wonderfully, kept pushing him and testing his boundaries. In the back of his mind he wondered how he could've been so naive, he had thought Ashley knew even less about intimacies than he did and yet here he was, expertly manipulating him into a devastating state of lust-filled madness.

The dhampire had been hanging on his lover's every word and at the mention of it all being too much he consoled himself into thinking that Ashley was going to break from his constant barrage of sexual teasing. Seconds after Alucard thought that not only was he treated to Ashley using vulgar (and undeniably appealing) bad language but he swallowed him again without reserve. The poor, undead creature that he was, with so little life and love experience, could resist no longer. The culmination of touches, teases, dirty talk, affection and those divine lips pushed him over the edge. Alucard came without much warning bar a loud cry of pleasure, his back arching, body tensing and hips quivering as he released. Orgasming to someone else's touch for the very first time.

Utterly delighted with his success, Ashley caught Alucard's seed on his tongue, stroking him to draw out every last drop. He preened with satisfaction as he drew his hands away, allowing Alucard to recover and cope.

Rising to his feet with a vain toss of his hair, Ashley reclaimed his place on Alucard's lap, resting his head on his lover's shoulder and toying idly with Alucard's hair.

Alucard was his, now. Ashley was never going to let go of him, not while he lived. There would be no more talk of leaving him. Alucard belonged to him.

Breathless and with a fine, cool sheen of sweat gracing his brow, making the shorter strands of hair cling to his skin, Alucard sighed; exhausted. It took him a few minutes to come back to reality as it was really only when Ashley sat back down his lap that he regained his senses, his body sinking deep into the chair. There was an undeniable glow to him now after his release. He seemed gentler and slower than before as he delicately wrapped both of his arms around his one and only lover.

"I've never--" he began, but trailed off, it didn't matter. Any apology or comment he was going to make paled to the sweet silence of their embrace. With great affection, he began to stroke Ashley's hair. How very glad he was now that he stopped by that garden and stepped inside and how funny fate is to make things happen the way that they do.

"Mm," Ashley replied, basking in the embrace. He felt safe again, knowing that he belonged to Alucard now. Though he still had many questions, they weren't urgent. Nothing mattered but his Alucard.

His family house, now little more than a ruined mausoleum, was diminished in his thoughts. Arkady had left him, and now Arkady was gone. Someone new had taken the central place in Ashley's attention, someone more beautiful and powerful than Arkady had ever been.

After a few minutes, Ashley helped to tuck Alucard back into his trousers, not expecting anything more of him at the moment. It was obvious that this was all very new to Alucard, and Ashley wanted to secure their bond far more than anything else. Fetching his book, Ashley curled up again in Alucard's lap and began to read aloud to him.

He felt uncomfortably cold when Ashley momentarily left his lap and, perhaps due to his current state, desperate for him to return to his spot upon leaving it. Without thinking, Alucard's tired arms opened when his lover returned and he encircled him in his embrace, lacing his fingers together to secure the hold. It wasn't tight enough to trap Ashley there, but present enough to be felt.

When Ashley began to read Alucard managed a subdued "I'm not that tired--" but the sentence fizzled out into a mash up of words blended together which were almost completely unintelligible. He's already fallen asleep, in a chair, again.

Smiling fondly as Alucard quite obviously fell asleep, Ashley shut his book, letting it rest in his lap as he curled closer, head on Alucard's shoulder as he let himself drift off to sleep as well. Alucard's arms were strong around him, even in sleep, and Ashley felt utterly safe and adored, which was everything in the world that he needed.

Enveloped in warmth and lulling through dreams filled with affection and happiness Alucard slept for much longer than he usually did. When he eventually did wake up it was already dark outside and the buzz of nighttime New Orleans was in full swing. Just as he had done this morning, he stirred poorly, mumbling incoherently in a babbled mix of his first and second language. By some miracle, his hands were still laced together (although now feeling slightly numb) around Ashley.

A minute passed before he fully regained consciousness and, realising that he'd slept, he seemed distressed. "Ah, oh no!" The exclamation hinted at his shock but was very hushed, a surprised whisper "I fell asleep again? Why is that? How did that happen?" The dhampire was still convinced that he didn't require sleep, even though he fell asleep every time he was warm and comfortable.

Dozing comfortably, Ashley smiled at Alucard's murmurings, nuzzling softly at him and then laughing as he woke. "Do you not like sleeping?" Ashley asked, kissing his lover's cheek and wiggling out of his lap. He went and fetched the menu, returning to his place on Alucard's lap as he read through it. "I very much enjoyed sleeping in your lap, so I am glad you fell asleep. Besides, you look very sweet when you are sleeping."

Very fond of Alucard and not shy about his affections, Ashley kissed the tip of his nose.

"Sweet?!" Alucard parroted, obviously flustered by the compliment. He had been called many things in his time, but sweet had never been one of them. Had he the blood to spare, he probably would've blushed but his embarrassment was quite clear regardless of the colour of his cheeks. "I--, no, I'm hardly that at all. And any appearance I may resemble to being that is only to lure others into a false sense of security." Sweet was a way to describe children and the innocent, both of which Alucard felt he was very much removed from.

As if the comment wasn't stunning enough by itself the way Ashley moved on his lap felt as though it was intentionally provocative and flashbacks of that erotic look and those skilled lips played in Alucard's head, only compounding how self-conscious he felt after having being so exposed. Even now, he recalled Ashley so casually tucking him inside his trousers before he dozed off, the very thought made the dhampire fidget.

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