marlowemuses | Sweet Obsession; for fatherssins

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.

The very thought of feeding around Ashley had alarm bells sounding like violent klaxons. He did not want his lover to see him at his worst, although he did reason that surely someone who loved him would be the only one who could see him like that. Regardless, the idea of allowing Ashley to watch as he barbarised another made him extremely uncomfortable and it showed. He stammered as he tried to explain himself out of this predicament: "I... Ashley, no, you can't--I couldn't do that with you." The fear was that the facade of this happy union would melt away as his lover watched him sup on someone else and finally saw him to be the monster he knew he was. "You mustn't see me feed--please, I--" the knock at the door killed the sentence and Alucard stayed hidden in the bathroom when Ashley went to answer the door and receive his dinner.

While the dhampire had been begging with his fiery lover there was nothing cold or harsh in his pleas, if anything, he sounded scared. The 'what ifs' this potential created felt more dangerous than Alucard himself.

When they were alone again the dhampire approached and asked "Is it good?" The question so innocent, he asked as if hoping that talking about the steak could change the topic indefinitely.

Ashley nodded, reaching for Alucard and pulling him close so that he could cuddle against Alucard's side as he ate. Hungry and impatient, he ate quickly, pausing to hug Alucard and kiss his cheek. "Get dressed," he ordered, going to brush his teeth and get ready to go out.

The pleas Alucard had made were irrelevant to him. Alucard needed to eat. Ashley wanted to watch, and he refused to let Alucard out of his sight. The thought of Alucard going out alone to feed, leaving him for an unknown amount of time and keeping that part of his life a secret, was unacceptable. Ashley wanted to possess every part of Alucard, every detail of his existence. And, even more importantly, he wanted his beloved safe, fed, and healthy.

Beautiful and spoilt, Ashley tossed his hair as he emerged from the bathroom, having left his shirt unbuttoned halfway to show off his throat and pale chest. The clothes Alucard had bought him weren't quite what Ashley would have picked for this, but they would have to do. "I want to ensure that you can stop midway through. You told me you weren't certain if you can feed without killing. I want to find out."

Reluctantly, Alucard dressed and made himself presentable. He had a change of clothes but they were much like what he always wore. Monochrome and conservative. There were no half-open shirts or exposed skin if he could help it, and yet, even as he tried to minimise his sex appeal his beauty shone through. In many instances, Alucard's reserved nature made him all the more appealing to some.

He was avoiding the issue of Ashley watching him feed as he prepared himself to go out but as the actuality of it happening became closer and closer the dhampire's body language exhibited signs of growing agitation. The threat of scaring Ashley off was growing like a shadow in him, engulfing his thoughts bit by bit.

The two of them were ready to leave and he stood at the door, blocking it, waiting for his lover to join him. The two similar and so different, attractive in their own ways. While Alucard appeal was that of a recluse, somber, fallen angel Ashley was brimming with confidence and sex appeal, Eros with a perfect smile and flowing, red locks.

"You cannot watch me if I can't stop. I won't let you." the dhampire said, although the words were so tender that he sounded like he was chiding a boy, not warning his lover. "You mustn't see that part of me." he looked away, ashamed and pained "You will never look at me the same way again if you do. I cannot allow that to happen." Such fear at the threat of more loneliness.

Ashley only smiled, stepping into Alucard's arms and sliding his arms around his lover's waist. "You are mine," he murmured against Alucard's lips, smiling with wicked pleasure. "My monster. My angel. My nosferatu. I will have every part of you. Do you think I will adore you less for being frightening? I cannot wait."

Ashley kissed Alucard's lips, his throat, his cheek, always watching him with the same wicked, sinful smile. "Please, you cannot intend to leave me alone, not even for a moment. You must eat. Now, do you want to choose your victims, or shall I?"

Tilting his head to one side, Ashley smiled, all sweet, wicked decadence. He'd never killed, but he had no problem helping. His sense of empathy was damaged or nonexistent, leaving him untroubled about their potential victims, and always had been. Arkady had used cadavers and had sacrificed small animals in his research into medicine and magic. Ashley had always watched, and he had no memory of a time when he had ever been squeamish about it.

The two of them would prove to be a deadly combination; where Ashley was lacking empathy the dhampire was overflowing with it. The guilt he felt for existing alone was crippling and add to that the shame he felt in burdening the world and its people with his presence only added to his pain. Ashley could innocently lure in victims, Alucard would feel drawn to feed on them and his lover would ease away his guilt with his sweet encouragement.

Thinking himself abominable the dhampire whispered "How can you accept this? I'm subhuman and you would willingly wish to be at my side when I act on my barbaric instincts? Oh," he cooed, adoringly, resting his cool palm on Ashley's cheek. "I do not wish to corrupt you. Has being... in my presence made the thought of murder acceptable? I do not wish to kill. I have... killed so many creatures in my time." The subtext of this speech was that he didn't want to choose a victim, he didn't really want to feed in front of Ashley let alone choose someone to feed on.

Amused by Alucard's sweet, innocent concerns, Ashley kissed him again, sweet and reassuring. "You haven't corrupted me in the least. Rather, I would very much like to be corrupted, and I hope that you will help."

Laughing, Ashley kissed him again and again, coaxing Alucard out the door and into the streets. "Now, listen," he said, hooking his arm through Alucard's and pressing close. "We aren't going to hurt anyone innocent, and it will be perfectly easy to find people who aren't."

Smiling shamelessly, Ashley laid his finger across Alucard's lips to prevent questions. "Don't ask," he said, pausing a moment in their route so that he could explain. "I'll tell you how. You're going to watch me from the shadows, and I'm going to flirt. I'm the bait, and it won't be difficult to find a man willing to follow me to a quiet alleyway. And if he turns out to be a man who then isn't willing to take no for an answer and is perfectly willing to hurt me, well." Ashley's smile widened. "I'll be perfectly safe, because you won't let anyone hurt me, and if anyone tries, then they'll deserve what they get. Understand?"

Alucard understood, but that didn't mean he had to like it. However, the dhampire had more sense than to argue the point with his lover, even though he didn't appreciate the idea of his partner devaluing himself just so that he could find some sustenance. "Very well," he said, his voice ripe with discomfort "although I do not like the thought of you... lower yourself so that I can feed." In truth, Alucard had the speed and dexterity to destroy any number of passers-by in an instant. What he couldn't tell, due to his lack of socialising, was whether these individuals were innocent or not.

Amused, Ashley kissed him again. "I'm glad we're agreed that allowing anyone other than you to touch me would be lowering myself."

He knew that wasn't what Alucard had meant, but he didn't care. Kissing him one last time, Ashley let go. "If you aren't able to tell from a distance, know that I will not give any of them permission to touch me. I'm going to flirt, but I don't want to be touched in any way. If you see anyone put their hands on me, please understand that they are doing so without my consent."

Ashley watched his eyes to make sure that sunk in. The last thing he wanted was to be pawed at by some drunk asshole because Alucard's insecurity gave him the idea that Ashley desired other men. Satisfied, he slipped away, trusting that Alucard would be able to follow and protect him without being seen.

It didn't take him long, in the evening streets, to find a bar overflowing with drunken, lust-filled humans. Mere minutes of flirting secured him a pushy stranger who made lewd and offensive comments. Ashley suggested a nearby hotel, and led the way down the nearest dark alley. It was all too easy, just as he'd said, and they'd only just turned into the alley when the stranger grabbed his ass, demanding a kiss and referring to him as a whore.

Alucard had worked hard at restraining himself, at denying himself what his breeding had longed for; those dark, terrible desires had been coerced and crushed to an inch of their life. Now, here was his lover telling him to let them free for one night, to allow himself to become the predator his father had so desperately wanted him to be. It felt as though he was going back on an old promise, breaking some vow he had made to himself centuries ago. In his mind, he kept reminding himself that this attack would be on the unjust, the perverse and the lowest of mankind. Yet, some part of him knew that feeding on men was wrong. Nothing could justify what he was.

A shallow nod to his lover's instructions and three soft, low words "As you wish." The moment that Ashley turned away and Alucard felt the strangers on the street's gaze had left him he seemed to melt into the shadow of a closed shop's awning.

The half-vampire prince had, over his centuries of unlife, had acquired a number of powerful and eerie abilities. All of which had been passed down through his father's cursed bloodline. One of the most unsettling skills Alucard had learnt was to become 'invisible' in a crowded street. While he was not literally invisible he became indistinguishable, as if an aura surrounded him, looking at him he would become unmemorable. This dark magic made it impossible for him to be identified if he attacked anyone, his features (unique as they were) would be instantly forgotten by anyone who saw him.

He stalked Ashley from some distance, silently watching in the dark.

Ashley struggled against the grip, trying to push away the groping hand. His flirtatious facade shattered into unhappiness, remembering fear from other times men--and occasionally women--had disregarded his comfort and treated him like an object. Ashley had always been so careful, knowing that his beauty put him at risk.

His heart was pounding, but he did his best to stay calm, trying to laugh and lure the stranger further into the dark and hoping that Alucard would have the sense to interrupt and save him, the sooner the better.

Alucard's heart sank. How was it possible that the first person Ashley chose acted this way, he couldn't believe that the world was populated with men of this calibre and reminded himself that Ashley was just a very astute judge of character. So, albeit with a heavy heart, he had no choice but to intervene.

Behind the lecherous man the silhouette of a figure began to form from... nothing. From air, from mist, tendrils of smoke and gas curved and twisted into gnarled shapes that became arms and legs and a chest and head until the figure was clearly that of a man. Finer details filled out in seconds but the eeriest feature of all was the eyes; the figure's retina's reflected an ominous blood-red colour so vividly they seemed to glow in the dark. As his vision came back into focus the Alucard-shaped monster could see the fear filling Ashley's liquid eyes and, like an empath, he soaked in the feeling like sponge.

Somewhere between a cold rage and terror the dhampire's arms had already encircled the pervert, his grip like an iron vice on both of his wrists, pulling them away with an unsettling, measured precision. There would be no escape for him now. Swarms of screeching bats flew overhead as if possessed and had passers-by pointing in drunk marvel. They didn't seem to notice the three in the alley at all.

At this point, the pervert is struggling wildly, shouting obscenities and begging for help, but the sound of the night collects these noises and swallows them up in the gleeful, drunk screams of young people having a good time and bars playing their music too loudly. The Alucard-shaped creature makes a point to lean in closer to the frenzied man, his mouth opens wider than it should and his lips curl back. Behind white lips sit a perfect set of vampire fangs with elongated canines longer than a fingernail and sharper than a razorblades. This would've been the first time Ashley would've seen them in full. It stops, as if waiting for permission, the dead, bloody eyes are coldly staring at the tormented redhead before it.

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Relieved as the stranger was pulled off of him, Ashley fell back against the alley wall, leaning heavily on it as his heart pounded. He couldn't take his eyes off of Alucard, barely remembering that the would-be rapist was there at all.

His existing fear built at the sight of Alucard red-eyed and ferocious, instinct making his heart pound. But his monster was so beautiful, so wonderfully deadly, and Ashley was completely enrapt. Nothing in the world existed for him outside of their little alleyway.

When Alucard stopped, looking straight at him, Ashley's breath caught, eyes widening with surprise and delight. It was more than he'd expected, far more, and the power of it thrilled him. His monster would obey him, whatever he said.

"Drain him," Ashley decided, eyes locked on Alucard's as he gave the order. They could experiment later, once Alucard was better fed. Ashley wanted vengeance against all the rapists and perverts of the world, and he couldn't resist using the weapon he had just been handed.

He was a humble, self-doubting half-breed. No. He was a monster, who lived for death. Alucard was a conundrum waiting to explode, now at the beck and call of a selfish, needy young man with a penchant for the dark.

As the creature inched closer to wailing thug, with his jaw preternaturally open, the corners of his mouth seemed to curve upwards at that command.

Alucard's diamond-sharp teeth sliced into the thin skin of the man's neck like a hot iron into ice; the pervert didn't even realise he had been bitten until it was too late. Had this been a mercy kill, Alucard could've taken steps to make it less agonising for the man, in fact he had the ability to make that fatal kiss of his a trip to heaven before falling into hell. But this filth, he could taste the spoilt nature of his being in his blood. No, he would make this end a bitter one. Rather than making to insignificant little bite marks, the dhampire closed his iron jaw around the flesh he had in his mouth until his teeth met. Gouging out a baseball-sized lump of skin, muscle and blood. Alucard's head whipped back with a snap of his neck as he spat out the hunk of flesh with disgust. Blood gushed from the gaping hole and the half-breed's mouth tightly sealed around it.

He didn't even pause to breath. Alucard's throat opened and his Adam's Apple bobbed with each new gulp of blood. Each swallow began to revitalise his appearance. White-blonde hair began to turn a golden, strawberry blonde, grey skin turned peach with a heathy blush and purple lips pink.

Ashley's hand flew to his mouth as Alucard tore into the man's throat and spat out the gore. Unable to look away, Ashley watched every moment, awed by the sight of Alucard growing healthier, warmer, and more beautiful as the blood renewed him. Any regret or remorse that Ashley might have felt was quenched by that. Alucard needed this, and it made him beautiful.

Pleased, Ashley smiled as he watched, hand dropping away from his mouth. He remained several steps away, not wanting to be soiled by any stray droplets, and his posture relaxed, satisfied in the knowledge that he was going to have everything we wanted.

"Finish up," Ashley purred, toying lazily with a strand of his beautiful, blood-red hair. "I want to go back to the hotel so you can fuck me."

He smiled, anticipating the effect that comment would have on his beautiful monster, and started strolling--very slowly--toward the entrance to the alleyway.

Drained until the last drop. The carcass had served its purpose and once Alucard had supped all of the blood from the pervert it was no longer of use. That brutal comment made something ignite in the dhampire's eyes and there was an undeniable, low growl akin to that of a big cat.

Alucard released the body and it thumped heavily to the alleyway floor. At this moment he finally pulled his eyes away from Ashley. From the darkness three quadrupeds stepped out from the shadows. Three, black wolves, almost invisible in the pitch black side street. Alucard whispered something low and soft at them in a language other than English and they sat in a perfect line as if listening to orders. Once he stopped talking one of the three trotted over to the rejected lump of meat from the man's neck, another began to crunch the remnants of the man's face off, the third remained sitting in place, ears forward, eyes bright red and panting; it almost looked as if it was smiling. Alucard spoke again, but there was one word his partner would've understood: his name. The wolf barked at the end of the sentence and showed signs of contentment, then joined the rest of it's miniature pack and began to devour the remains of the rapist.

They were Alucard's clean up crew, so to speak.

Radiant with life, energy and power Alucard smiled coolly at Ashley, wiping the remnants of blood from his own lips, and began to lead the way. "Come." he cooed, the bats still circling wildly above them.

Turning back at the appearance of the wolves, Ashley watched with fascination as they began to dine. They seemed to have emerged from the very shadows, and the power displayed in Alucard's control over them was deeply appealing to Ashley.

He smiled as Alucard joined him, pleased by Alucard's newfound energy and power. Tucking himself against his lover's side, Ashley basked in his presence, deeply satisfied by their night's entertainment. He slid his arm around Alucard's waist, fingertips drawing patterns on his lover's clothing as they walked back toward the hotel.

Despite the inhuman horror he had just witnessed, Ashley felt safer than ever, satisfied with his new, gothic existence. He had plans, and there would be plenty of time to put them into place. Most important, for the time being, was that Alucard was healthy, and Alucard was his.

For a creature who had seemed so quiet, recluse and reserved Alucard now beamed with a new found energy and confidence. He stood tall and walked with a gait that made the hooligans and drunkards part in the street, scrambling to make way for the couple as they leisurely sauntered back to their temporary home. He felt like a new man, high on the sweetest and strongest of drugs and basking in the life it brought him. His golden eyes, vivid and luminous, occasionally treated Ashley to a sidelong glance, allowing him to see the corner of his lips smile in an almost eerie, knowing smile.

Once back at the hotel Alucard guided his lover back to their room and, effortless, opened the door to their room (notably, without the key). The door swung silently on its hinges and the dhampire led Ashley into the room. He hadn't said a word in their return but his aura was one of satisfaction and contentment.

When the two of them were inside, the door seemed to close (and lock) itself. "Well?" He spoke, tone hushed and deep and dripping with desire.

Ashley smiled up at him in response, radiant with pleasure. He slid his arms around Alucard's neck, pressing close to his now much warmer lover. "Fuck me," he purred, all happy wickedness as he leaned up to claim a kiss from his beloved.

He could taste remnants of blood on Alucard's mouth, and the new strength and vigor in Alucard's arms made Ashley's blood sing with yearning.

Greedy and impatient, one of his hands slid down, starting to fumble with Alucard's clothing so that he could get to the smooth skin beneath.

"You're so much more beautiful," Ashley panted, between kisses, pausing for a moment to stare. His lips were curved in a happy grin, utterly besotted with his monster.

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