Musebox

[petcromancer]

A home for PSLs.

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[petcromancer]

Absolutely not.

[He gives Alucard his best deadpan, which is pretty damn dead. Look, he can’t NOT be an asshole just because he likes someone.]

[cryptsleeper]

Then I suppose that's all seen to then.

[Alucard then closes the notebook and places it aside.]

Which leaves us with an open end to the evening.

[petcromancer]

Oh?

[Hector raises an eyebrow, so suave undermined by the pinkening of his cheeks. Shhhh. He leans back against the wall.]

Whatever could we do with the rest of our time?

[Don't say pet the dogs, don't say pet the dogs.]

[cryptsleeper]

...Hector, you're not very subtle.

[Alucard, you're not either.]

If you want to kiss me again, just say so.

[petcromancer]

[Hector slumps against the wall. Don't just call him out on it, Alucard!]

If you always make me ask for it, I might think you don't want to.

[It's bad enough he's seducing Vlad's home-schooled son, he doesn't need to add guilt about taking advantage of him.]

[cryptsleeper]

I don't want to sound like a spoiled brat demanding it either.

[Look! He doesn't know the rules of engagement!]

Maybe we should both stop talking and just kiss?

[petcromancer]

[Hector peels himself from the wall. He could try to explain to Alucard that having someone so innocent demand kisses from him would be flattering, indeed exhilarating, but he's not going to keep talking when Alucard has opened the path straight to kissing.

Hector steps forward and hooks a finger into the front of Alucard's shirt to tug him forward. He brings their lips together as an answer to Alucard's question.]

[cryptsleeper]

[That is an extremely clear answer. One that doesn't surprise the dhampir as much as it did yesterday, because when Hector kisses him, Alucard knows what to do. He parts his lips far faster, and is bolder still: he dares to press his tongue against Hector's lips, wanting to explore further.

His hands remain above Hector's waist, settling on his chest instead. There's no grabbing, not yet, but there is an appreciation for the warmth below.]

[petcromancer]

[Hector chuckles against Alucard's mouth. Alucard may be sheltered, but he's not as much of a statue as he sometimes looks.

Hector parts his lips, giving Alucard free reign to explore as much as he wants. His arms loop over Alucard's shoulders and his fingers trail up and down his shoulder blades, reveling in the solidity of the dhampir's physical form.

He's been forbidden from trespassing below the belt, but he does shift so his knee bumps between Alucard's, just to bring them a little closer together.]

[cryptsleeper]

[Alucard's fingers curl into the fabric of Hector's shirt, and rather than remain still, he backs up. Slowly. Carefully. Guiding Hector over so that Alucard's back is against the wall and Hector's weight is a pleasant warmth against him.

His tongue is far more probing than the previous night, full of confidence he runs it against Hector's.]

Mmmmm.

[petcromancer]

[Oh? Bold move, Alucard. This definitely feels like a trap, and Hector doesn’t even care. He leans against Alucard, keeping still so the movement doesn’t turn lewd. His hands slip from Alucard’s back to his hips.

Alucard is pinned to the wall, though Hector has no illusions that Alucard couldn’t move him if he chose. Hector plays on the dynamic and starts to push back against Alucard’s inquisitive tongue, fighting for dominance of the kiss.]

[cryptsleeper]

[He can be bold when he wants to. Or when he feels cold and would like just a little bit more warmth, thank you very much.

The hands on his hips are fine indeed. Alucard's own hands tug at the fabric of Hector's shirt, then one settles for groping at his chest beneath. It's not elegant, but it is a strong indicator that Alucard is most certainly interested in the chest area.

He'll allow Hector's tongue to start the Tongue War. But Alucard presses back as good as he gets, the sensation of the struggle absolutely fascinating in and of itself.]

[petcromancer]

[The battle goes on for a few moments, until Hector finally pulls back for air.

He runs one hand up Alucard’s side and runs a thumb over his nipple through the fabric of his shirt. His mouth moves to Alucard’s ear.]

I know you said nothing below the shirt, but I have no protective father. If you want to touch me there, I won’t tell.

[cryptsleeper]

[When Hector pulls back, Alucard takes the moment not just to breath, but to push his own tounge against fangs, testing their sharpness. They've been careful so far, but he wants to assess the risk better.

But shit. That thumb causes him to arch up into and against Hector, the reaction new and unexpected and quite welcome. His own hand doesn't mirror the gesture, not yet, but he'll follow through with it in just a few moments.

His response is soft, but firm.]

Not yet. [He's made the determination only partly due to the shadow of Dracula.] In due time.

[Hector, your thirst and the dhampir's attempts at boundaries might be a problem.]

[petcromancer]

Whenever you are ready.

[Its not that Hector can’t be patient; it’s just hard when Alucard reacts so deliciously to every new move.

Hector slides his hand back down to the relative safety of Alucard’s waist and kisses his way down Alucard’s neck. The dhampir’s collar is low enough that his neck isn’t in the forbidden zone.]

I don’t suppose you’ve ever been bitten before....

[cryptsleeper]

[The attention to Alucard's neck gets a softer set of noises that are quick to betray exactly how much Alucard's enjoying the sensation. One hand moves to bury itself in Hector's hair, and even tugs gently to try and keep him where he is.]

No. [There's such a warmth in his voice now, brought on by that attention.] That isn't the typical order of operations.

[petcromancer]

I’m going to hazard a guess, [he whispers against Alucard’s skin between kisses] that if I put a mark on you, it will be healed by the time we reach the castle.

[If not, Alucard better get to know and love scarves. Hector parts his lips and presses his blunt, human teeth against the pale flesh there. If kisses can win him those soft, sweet noises, Hector is dying to know what some pressure and suction can net.]

[cryptsleeper]

Long before that.

[Hector's about to learn just how quickly a vampire can regenerate. And probably find it an absolute blessing all things considered.

But soft and sweet? No. Loud and sweet, or at least louder. The first squeal of delight has too much volume, and the second is Alucard desperately trying to walk back the reaction and keep things muted.]


!!!!

[And if he arches up a little against Hector, so be it.]

[petcromancer]

[Hector varies between pressing his teeth and soothing the worried flesh with his tongue. Alucard is tying to keep still and quiet, yet, but Hector is having a grand time making it difficult for him.

...although if Alucard keeps rocking against him and making those noises, Hector is going to need more than a long walk on the cold deck to cool his blood once they stop.

He gives the column of Alucard’s neck a long lick before relinquishing it.]

Shhh, we have neighbors.

[Which for Hector, that just adds to the thrill. Hopefully Alucard is more responsible and respectable.]

[cryptsleeper]

[Hector, you're probably better off going to a bath in Istanbul and getting a few minutes alone after all of this. Just don't invite the vampire.

Alucard's skin begins to heal the moment that Hector's teeth leave it, until there's no indication that there was ever even an attempt to mark the flesh. It means that this sort of carrying on can continue, so long as the dhampir manages to mute himself. Which seems to be a struggle all things considered, as even the long breath he lets out all but echoes.]

Trying.

[His head is against the wall, and shit. Alucard's realized his knees are shaking.]

Perhaps we should sit.

[Alucard, laps are going to solve nothing here.]

[petcromancer]

[Oh, there will definitely be a bath once they reach Istanbul, but Hector is working with what he has on this ship. Which isn't much.

He backs up to free Alucard from the wall, and takes a seat. As he does, he looks at the unmarked neck.

Hmmm, interesting. Hector has got to know more. He needs empirical data points.

He beckons for Alucard to join him, and when he is close enough, Hector returns to his neck.]

Now I'm curious. Stop me if you don't like this.

[He bites down harder this time, to see how quickly it fades. Because the only thing better than make-outs is SCIENCE make-outs.]

[cryptsleeper]

[Make outs for science are very important. Which means that Alucard is not sure what Hector's thinking, but the pressure of the bite is more than he bargined for. The gasp is sharper, with less pleasure in it.]

Careful. I don't know if I can turn people with my blood.

[petcromancer]

[Hector kisses around the healing bite mark in apology. He now has even more questions, but there's not a good way to test that particular theory right now.]

Sorry. I'll be careful.

[He keeps his kisses gentle for now, light presses and flicks of his tongue to erase the pain.]

[cryptsleeper]

So long as you remain careful in the future.

[This is better. Although Alucard does inch even closer, missing the warmth that being pinned against the side of the ship by Hector's weight brought. His hands resettle in Hector's hair, and ah.

This is ideal.


(Should we skip to Istanbul Date?)]

[petcromancer]

(I’m cool with that.)

The morning sees them make port, and once Alucard sees to their travel plans for the next day, Hector leaves the dog’s in the safety of a rented room in an inn and drags Alucard out for sight-seeing. Literally, he is tugging the cuff of Alucard’s sleeve to pull him along.]

A day is scarcely time for everything. There’s the library, of course, and the church has architecture impressive enough to merit a visit —can you enter a church? — and we’re spoiled for options for food. Did you like the baklava? I can get better for you here.

[He’s talking a mile a minute, wanting to make sure Alucard is impressed.]