[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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....
[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.
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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.
[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.]
[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.
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.]
[Istanbul is a city of minarets, a riot of colors, a true crossroads of humanity. Alucard can pick out so many languages as they walk. He wants to just stare at the architecture, for what's here? It's a mad mix of the Byzantines and their golden mosaics, the stately ruins of ancient Rome, the wild organic intricacies of the Ottoman understanding of art and how it combines with their faith.
But they've eaten poorly on the journey, and that seems the best place to start.]
Something more substantial than baklava, I think.
[He's shed his coat for the day, opting for a simple tunic and his trousers, blonde hair pulled back in a loose ponytail.]
And yes, I can enter churches and mosques. If we're permitted in is another question entirely though. [But also:] Perhaps we'd be wise to see if any of the ḥammāms permit westerners as well. I'm developing a fine patina of sea salt.
[Hector missed a step, and stumbles before he recovers his balance.]
Is that...something you want to do together?
[Hector has lived in places with public path houses before, and there isn’t anything inherently sexual about them...but at the same time, naked. Naked with Alucard. It’s both the best and worst idea ever.]
Food, then we can figure out if there’s a ḥammām that will take us.
[The smell of sweets and savory meats can lead even a human nose to market food stalls.]
Try whatever you want. I recall favoring the kol böreği last time I was here. I’ll get another and you can try it.
[Yeah Hector, he definitely caught that reaction. Alucard's thoughtful sounding enough about it though, making it sound less like a judgement and closer to an honest consideration. On the topic of food, Alucard's eyes return to the street around him. Considering. And then reaching a simple conclusion:]
Why don't we split up for fifteen minutes, find what we can, and then meet back up with whatever bounty we have? It'll let us cover more culinary ground.
[Probably for the best, for the sake of Hector's sanity. He nods at Alucard.
And Alucard? Splitting up is not how you do a date. You're supposed to walk together, bumping shoulders and sampling one another's purchases. This is what Hector gets for trying to stealthily date a novice.]
Alright, if that's how you want to do it. Meet back here, and make sure you keep an eye on your money purse. There are always pickpockets around markets like this.
[He shouldn't feel worried about leaving Alucard to his own devices. Alucard made his way to Hector's island on his own, and he is physically stronger and more magically inclined than anyone he could possibly run into. He's just...so sheltered.]
[Look. Look! How is he supposed to know how to do a date!]
Of course.
[Which means that for 15 minutes, Alucard is left to his own devices. He's already been in the city walls once before heading to Hector, but he had focused only on getting the right ships. With all the time he has now? He spends almost all of it distracted in a bookseller's shop (helpfully next to a place selling food.)
When Alucard returns? He has three books and one large thing of lahmacun that is folded on itself like a calzone.]
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[Look! He doesn't know the rules of engagement!]
Maybe we should both stop talking and just kiss?
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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His tongue is far more probing than the previous night, full of confidence he runs it against Hector's.]
Mmmmm.
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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.]
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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.]
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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.
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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.]
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[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....
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No. [There's such a warmth in his voice now, brought on by that attention.] That isn't the typical order of operations.
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[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.]
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[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.]
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...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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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Careful. I don't know if I can turn people with my blood.
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Sorry. I'll be careful.
[He keeps his kisses gentle for now, light presses and flicks of his tongue to erase the pain.]
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[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?)]
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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.]
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But they've eaten poorly on the journey, and that seems the best place to start.]
Something more substantial than baklava, I think.
[He's shed his coat for the day, opting for a simple tunic and his trousers, blonde hair pulled back in a loose ponytail.]
And yes, I can enter churches and mosques. If we're permitted in is another question entirely though. [But also:] Perhaps we'd be wise to see if any of the ḥammāms permit westerners as well. I'm developing a fine patina of sea salt.
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Is that...something you want to do together?
[Hector has lived in places with public path houses before, and there isn’t anything inherently sexual about them...but at the same time, naked. Naked with Alucard. It’s both the best and worst idea ever.]
Food, then we can figure out if there’s a ḥammām that will take us.
[The smell of sweets and savory meats can lead even a human nose to market food stalls.]
Try whatever you want. I recall favoring the kol böreği last time I was here. I’ll get another and you can try it.
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[Yeah Hector, he definitely caught that reaction. Alucard's thoughtful sounding enough about it though, making it sound less like a judgement and closer to an honest consideration.
On the topic of food, Alucard's eyes return to the street around him. Considering. And then reaching a simple conclusion:]
Why don't we split up for fifteen minutes, find what we can, and then meet back up with whatever bounty we have? It'll let us cover more culinary ground.
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And Alucard? Splitting up is not how you do a date. You're supposed to walk together, bumping shoulders and sampling one another's purchases. This is what Hector gets for trying to stealthily date a novice.]
Alright, if that's how you want to do it. Meet back here, and make sure you keep an eye on your money purse. There are always pickpockets around markets like this.
[He shouldn't feel worried about leaving Alucard to his own devices. Alucard made his way to Hector's island on his own, and he is physically stronger and more magically inclined than anyone he could possibly run into. He's just...so sheltered.]
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Of course.
[Which means that for 15 minutes, Alucard is left to his own devices. He's already been in the city walls once before heading to Hector, but he had focused only on getting the right ships. With all the time he has now? He spends almost all of it distracted in a bookseller's shop (helpfully next to a place selling food.)
When Alucard returns? He has three books and one large thing of lahmacun that is folded on itself
like a calzone.]I'm afraid I got a little distracted...
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