marlowemuses | Sweet Obsession; for fatherssins

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.

Laughing with delight at Alucard's embarrassed indignation, Ashley tossed the menu aside and shifted to straddle Alucard's lap. He was still hungry, but teasing Alucard was clearly the higher priority, and Ashley couldn't resist. "Are you luring me into a false sense of security?" he asked, lips hovering over Alucard's but not yet making contact. "So that you can then do all manner of awful things to me?"

Giggling, Ashley nipped gently at Alucard's lower lip, then flicked his tongue over it to soothe the bite. "I think you're all talk. Harmless. Sweet. Adorable."

It was fascinating how Ashley had, in one evening, changed the semantics of the word awful to mean something else entirely to Alucard. Just the way he pronounced it was enough to make him think of how the redhead had been with him mere hours ago. For someone who had deadly, supernatural abilities it was shocking just how easily he could be manipulated by someone he liked, if only his enemies of old had realised as much he would've been quite easily defeated. "Well, yes." Alucard insisted, although without very much conviction "I mean, that's why I look the way I do, to tempt the unsuspecting." Or at least, that was his theory.

Whatever blood that had been spent in their earlier activities managed to make its way to Alucard's neck and ears which had the slightest hint of a blush to them. "I am not all talk, I speak the truth." he said indignantly.

"I'm very tempted," Ashley told him, grin wide and happy as he flirted with his lover. He rolled his hips just slightly, giving Alucard a wicked smile. "Utterly at your mercy. Helpless. Unsuspecting." He laughed again at that, because he was starting to get a sense of how truly honorable and sweet Alucard was.

"What are you going to do to me?" he purred, eyes and body both professing open invitation. He bit down on his lower lip, playful challenge in his eyes as he rolled his hips again. Alucard was too easy a target for teasing, and Ashley genuinely yearned for him, which made it irresistible to play coy and seductive.

When in this state: wracked with desire and desperately trying to keep his cool, Alucard was so easy to read. His line of sight flickered from Ashley's dark eyes, to those lips that he kept biting and toying with, then back to his eyes again. He swallowed, the Adam's apple in his throat visible in doing so, the things this young man did to him; made him think. A shaky clearing of his throat and he moved to speak "You should stop that," he wasn't scolding him, it was clear by his tone which was very affectionate really "All that--" he searched for the right word but when he found it, said it and heard it back it seemed vastly inappropriate "--naughty language and those movements, you're going to get me... excited again."

The poor thing hadn't quite realised that that was probably the aim all along.

Ashley dissolved into laughter, head falling forward onto Alucard's shoulder as he shook helplessly in his arms, giggling in fits for over a minute and starting to laugh again every time he started to catch his breath. He couldn't manage to speak: any reply seemed inadequate in the face of Alucard's oblivious statements.

Finally giving up on trying to speak, because the only words that came to mind were "naughty language", which sent Ashley into another fit of giggles each time he thought it, Ashley kissed instead up the side of Alucard's throat, fingers slipping up under the hem of his shirt and lightly, tentatively... tickling him.

At first, Alucard had been concerned that he'd offended Ashley with his comments, but when the laughter spilled from those sweet lips repeatedly he was put at ease. Somewhat. As it continued the insecure creature felt his self-consciousness double and, unbeknownst to himself, he was visibly pouting. "I don't understand what's so funny." He sulked, trying to make his protest clear which was proving to be rather difficult when he found himself enjoying those kisses and touches as much as he did.

"Ah--" he cleared his throat, trying to keep serious "Aha--ha!" Ashley must have had great skill when it came to tickling as he seemed to know exactly where to touch. The dhampire raised his hand and covered his mouth, laughter spluttering past his fingers. "Ah, oh! S-stop that! Stop it!" and he was wriggling; noticeably, undeniably, wriggling as laughter caught in his throat.

Delighted, Ashley temporarily took mercy on him. He let his arms rest around Alucard's shoulders, smiling adoringly at his lover for a moment before kissing his cheek again. His fingers strayed in idle circles over Alucard's back and shoulders, considering for a moment before realizing he lacked something rather critical to their lovemaking: lube.

"I need something from the hotel shop," Ashley said, deciding it was better to not try explaining in advance exactly what he needed and why. It would only send the two of them on another tangent. "Give me some money," he demanded, giving Alucard a coaxing little pout.

Getting to his feet, he kept kissing and coaxing until he got what he wanted. "I'll be back in a moment. Will you run me a bath?"

As Ashley stopped Alucard caught his breath and relaxed, in truth, the caressing was rather soothing and any sulking or complaints seemed to disappear entirely from his mind. So much affection, he was unused to all of this touching, but in truth he adored it. His mother had died early in his life and his father had been barely present during his adolescence and in adulthood they didn't even speak to one another. He'd never experienced this much physical care and felt that it was as if Ashley was making up for centuries of loneliness. It felt good.

His daydreaming came to a sudden halt that request "Oh," he blinked, a little forlorn that Ashley would be leaving his side again but wasn't about to complain "of course." he reached into his back pocket (with some difficulty at this angle) and pulled out a rather plain, black wallet which was unabashedly stuffed with cash from various countries, eras and even photographs and small pictures. "How much would you like? Is fifty dollars enough?" He asked, genuinely unsure, holding out a couple of bills (which, incidentally, added up to sixty dollars as Alucard was unaccustomed to this currency).

Ashley hurried. He likewise hated leaving Alucard's side, and his terror of abandonment made him dread returning to the room and finding Alucard gone. Running back once he had made his purchases, he slipped into the room, heart pounding.

He'd picked up a little selection of snacks and treats along with the lube, leaving the bag by the door as he ran to Alucard's side, throwing his arms around his lover's neck and hugging tight to him. It was the first time he'd let Alucard out of his sight or reach since they'd met, and even the few minutes of separation wrenched his heart and made him pliant and submissive with need. "My Alucard," he murmured, nuzzling at his lover as he clung.

Alucard had idly busied himself with flicking through channels on the television in Ashley's absence. He had eventually found a nature program about sharks and had been watching it was great fascination for the past ten minutes. A lonely, solitary hunter with a ghastly reputation for blood and feasting on their kills; what a kindred creature.

When Ashley returned Alucard quickly fumbled to switch the TV off, remembering that his lover had no love for the magic box, and found himself caught in his lover's arms moments later. "Hm," a soft, affectionate sigh chimed as he returned the embrace, one hand finding Ashley's hair to stroke affectionately. "I hope you found what you were looking for?" He asked, blindly, without a clue as to what his love needed.

"Yes," Ashley said, basking in the protective embrace and affectionate petting. He loved being petted, and melted happily into Alucard's arms at the continued touching. "Did you run my bath for me?" he asked, fingers starting to pluck one by one at the buttons of Alucard's shirt and skimming lightly over the skin within.

The purchases in his bag could wait, reluctant as he was to be parted from Alucard's arms for even a moment. And he had other ideas in mind before he had a need for the lube, first among which was coaxing Alucard into a bath with him.

The idea of running a bath had slipped Alucard's mind for a number of reasons, not the least of which was that he was relatively uncomfortable around water. When he was a child he'd had a very traumatic experience with it which left him debilitationgly scared of deep water (particularly so if he couldn't see the bottom of it) and mildly uncomfortable in water of any depth. This, however, did not mean that he was unclean. He washed on a daily basis and was impeccably clean, he just did so in a rather rushed flurry in the shower. However, feeling very self-conscious -even embarrassed- of this fact he decided to use another excuse for not running Ashley's bath. "Ah, I'm sorry. I forgot. I was busy watching the television. I found an interesting programme about sharks..."

"Would you--" he was mid-sentence when Ashley's fingers found his bare skin and he noticeably shivered. It was almost frustrating how very quickly Ashley could reawaken his desires and he lost his train of thought, mind casting back to a few hours ago. "Oh, sorry, what was I--would you like me to run it for you now?"

"Yes," Ashley said, giving him a disappointed pout for the oversight of one of Ashley's desires. And yet he didn't yet let Alucard go, so that he was forced to stew a moment in Ashley's displeasure without yet being allowed to remedy the failure. Not until Ashley had finished with the buttons, kissing the front of Alucard's throat and then letting him go.

Trailing after him to the bathroom, Ashley stayed in his line of sight as he undressed, taking his time while the basin began to fill. "Will you help me wash my hair?" Ashley asked, not allowing Alucard any chance to leave. He wanted his lover to see him, to long for him, and this was such an exquisite opportunity for that, and for the doting attention that Ashley craved.

Alucard hadn't yet removed his shirt so it hung open, exposing his pale skin and taut chest. He was a svelte creature, not muscular per se, but certainly not skinny either, his midriff and chest were perfectly formed, like polished marble. Walking through to the bathroom he turned on both taps and plugged the water as it slowly filled up, he did so (obviously) facing the bath and examining the miniature bottles of toiletries "Would you like bubble bath, or are you going to just use so--" he turned to finish asking his question but it trailed off when he saw that Ashley was peeling off layers of clothing.

The dhampire's eyes darted to all the areas Ashley would've anticipated, probably spending a little longer than he should've looking at his crotch and lips. He was flustered but he couldn't really say why, it wasn't as though he didn't know the male form, he'd seen himself numerous times. Regardless, his body language, which seemed to make him look smaller and more reclusive, hinted that he was -if anything- shy about seeing the redhead exposed. Sheepishly, he spoke in a small voice "You're very lovely," and at this he looked away, as if embarrassed "why would you choose to spend your time with an old, inexperienced creature like me? I can't understand it."

Ashley smiled as he saw Alucard looking. The admiring scrutiny pleased him. He was lovely: very lithe, partly from being underfed. The angles of his body were too sharp, too concave. His skin was pale as milk, spilled over white bones. There was almost no musculature on Ashley, since he was naturally lazy, and had never been encouraged to exercise. Dark red curls nestled around his small, pretty cock: slightly curved, and stirring slightly with the pleasure of Alucard's attention.

He laughed at the question, coming over to kiss Alucard's lips before climbing into the bath. "You surpass everyone else I have ever seen. I never want to be with anyone but you."

His long red hair unfurled around him in the water, licking at his thighs. "The shampoo," Ashley dictated, pointing at the bottle. "There."

Alucard was beginning to notice how often Ashley laughed around him, or specifically, when reacting to something he said. This didn't offend him as it may have done other men but it did lead to a bit of sulking. He didn't think what he said was that funny and, without realising it, the dhampire was pouting - an expression unfamiliar to his features. "You're teasing me, aren't you?" Alucard said, feeling sorry for himself, not the best judge of when Ashley was being serious or not.

With that, he retrieved the shampoo and, with a notably elegance, knelt beside the edge of the bath to hand it to Ashley without having to lean over him (he didn't want to appear ominous). "Here you--" he paused "Oh, you wanted me to help you? Maybe I should find something to wet your hair." He was more giving himself orders than asking Ashley for advice as he stood up again, got the cup from the sink and returned to his kneeling position. "Maybe this will do." He hesitates "Would you like me to do it, or would you rather wet your hair yourself?"

"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."

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