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Sweet Obsession; for fatherssins

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Ashley woke halfway as he felt himself lifted in strong arms and carried to the bed. Sleepy but delighted, he hugged an arm around Alucard's neck, making a soft sound of pleasure at being so close to him. As he settled into the soft sheets--clean sheets, another luxury he hadn't had in months--he sighed, already drifting back to sleep.

But then the strong arms withdrew from him and Ashley reached out with a whimper, fingers securing loosely around Alucard's wrist. He tugged. "Stay with me. Please."

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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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