[Hector's reaction is to pet the dog while also asking every imaginable question- where did the clothes go? Does Alucard's weight remain the same? Can dogs see in color?
Cesar and Antonius immediately abandon Hector to examine this new friend who smells alike-but-different from Friend Alucard. They bump against him and sniff and playfully dart around him, an invitation to play.
Meanwhile, Hector is examining the wolf form as he strokes and scratches. Alucard appears, by all metrics Hector can measure, to be an honest to God wolf. The pelt, the bone structure, even the large paw pads and extra digit on the front paws.
Needless to say, Hector is thoroughly petting this dog and he is delighted.]
[Hector's questions do get a soft growl of response, because Hector he can't reply??? Like this?????
But he is happy to sniff at Cesar and Antonious. Paw at them, sniff, but he doesn't play until Hector is done Examining The Wolf. Then the wolf is happy to just move and dart a little, not exactly giving chase but definitely helping the other two to get in a bit of exercise.
And again at the question, there's a soft huff! He has to be a person to reply you know!]
[The dogs have been troopers on this journey so far, and Hector eventually withdraws so they Alucard can help them get some of their pent-up energy out.]
Now you’ll definitely be their favorite.
[There’s no weight behind the teasing, though. Hector can’t blame his pets. Alucard is his favorite too.]
[Alucard snuffles for that, but you know what? It's so much fun to run with the dogs that he keeps at it until it seems the other two are going to slow down. There's not much jumping about on Alucard's part, just quick movement to give chase, and then letting the other two run themselves mad. It's stupidly endearing. A reminder of why it's nice to not be human some days.
But it all winds down, and when that happens, Alucard settles back down beside Hector, now human.
[Hector watches the canines at play, absurdly fond. It's almost scary, how much he doesn't mind his dear pets cozying up to someone other than himself. Hector has often felt content in his cabin on the island, but rarely happy.
He lets his arms wind around Alucard and nestles his nose into the back of his neck the way Alucard seems to like.]
I suppose I can let spoil them, as long as you're staying near me and not luring them away.
[Because that's the fear, that Alucard will decide he likes traveling more than he likes Hector and go off on his own fabulous adventures after he drops Hector off at the castle.
The point of action for that is to make sure Alucard is well versed in all the benefits of his presence.]
They'll have a lot more space to explore soon. That might spoil them more than anything I put effort into.
[Alucard lets out a very low, pleased noise at Hector's nose finding just the right spot to rest on. It's nice, having that warmth and weight pressed against his neck. Alucard moves one hand down, brushing it over Hector's gently.
All of this is nice. Traveling has been wonderful, as has learning the various ways to become comfortable in such close quarters. Future trips probably won't have companions, but...
...thoughts for later.]
Are you comfortable?
[They are technically half on and half off a horrible little mattress and the floor.]
[The castle is both a dream and a looming spectre. Reaching it will mark the beginning of a real education, more opportunity than Hector ever hoped he'd receive. It also means the end of this journey. He won't know how he fares in the exchange til he reaches his destination.]
I could make myself more comfortable.
[He tugs Alucard, vaguely further into the mattress but mostly closer. It's a shit mattress, but it's better than half a shit mattress.]
[Vaguely further but definitely warmer. That's one of the things Alucard has come to appreciate most from this arrangement: warmth. Running at low temperatures is all well and good, but sometimes all one wants is to be held against something warmer.
[Warmth isn’t all Alucard is going to get from him though all he has to do is say the word and Hector will really heat him up. Hector slides his hand up Alucard’s chest, caressing through his shirt. He parts his lips and begins to tease the skin of Alucard’s neck with tongue and teeth.]
[Alucard knows by now what that means, but he can't help but play just a little dumb. It makes the sigh of absolute contentment and delight that follows all the better. Makes the fact that it's Alucard who starts to tangle their legs together all the better.
His hands are far, far more confident now, knowing what they want and how to get it. One hand is quick to wind into Hector's hair, gently tugging him upwards to administer attention to a higher part of Alucard's neck. The other?
Well, Alucard's made his fondness for chests very clear alraedy. But Hector's already got a hand there, and the man does have a fine enough rear to grab and refuse to let go of.]
One morning you should actually wake me like this.
Configuration of limbs. It's very difficult to explore your chest at the moment.
[And it is, and more than that, Alucard's decided that Hector's chest may not be his best feature. There's another squeeze, ever so careful not to bruise, and the dhampir presses himself up against Hector further. He's hardly aware of the roll of his own hips.
They'll have to start moving below the belt at this point, if only because that's the remaining unexplored territory.]
Mmm, perhaps not. I'll expect it when I'm home, and that's a dangerous path.
[If butts are on the table, Hector isn’t holding back. He’ll stay above the clothes, but one hand slides down and grips Alucard’s otherworldly ass.
Alucard’s squeeze is met with an approving groan. This one doesn’t mind if there are bruises. He slips a leg between Alucard’s to give them a little more friction as they move together.]
[Alucard has the good sense not to reply with you've met my father, right?
Instead he just buries his face into what he can reach of Hector's head, angle terrible since Hector is still lavishing attention to the dhampir's neck.]
Within reason.
[He hasn't quite clocked Hector's general lack of planning.
What Alucard has clocked is the fact he very, very much likes having his ass squeezed, and there's no groan from him. There is instead another roll of his hips, this time grinding down against Hector's leg. The motion is coupled with a soft sigh, and the feeling of heat in Alucard's cheeks.]
That's-- [Alucard breathes out, aware that he's rolling his hips harder against Hector.]
Too many options.
[There. Those are the only three words he manages for a few intense moments, aware that his heart is moving faster. Something closer to human than his usual slow beat. It's enough for him to at least decide.]
[Hector grins, the cat that got the cream. He pulls them onto the mattress properly, then starts up a real rhythm of thrusts. His arousal prods into Alucard's thigh, and this hand on his ass urges Alucard to keep moving to meet him.]
Good, you're so good...
[He presses his lips to Alucard's, tangling tongues together, incautious of the fangs. When he finally draws back for breath, he kisses his way to Alucard's ear again.]
I'm going to unfasten your trousers. No point in making a mess of your clothes when you just got clean.
[It's purely that and not at all that Hector is dying to get his hand around Alucard's cock.]
[Oh fuck what did he just unleash? Besides Hector's dick, that much is plain.
Alucard's not surprised that they're both pulled onto the mattress. What takes him aback, truly aback, is how quickly Hector speeds up his thrusts. It's not that Alucard can't keep up, it's just the realization that Hector's truly thought this out. Must have thought out a while ago and--
--lips catch lips and with everything so overwhelming, Alucard's response is without it's usual caution. There's a moment where his fang catches something, and a thin stream of blood joins the embrace. A stream that Alucard's innate hunger is quick to seize upon, his tongue moving to the spot and licking at it as hungrily as Hector is pursuing the rest of this.
He's utterly breathless when Hector pulls away. At some point in all of his his hands have found purchase in Hector's hair and at his hip, vaguely aware that they're points where he can exert control if he needs to.]
What of your own? Your state is the same as mine.
[Sure Hector. It's totally that. That and the lack of consideration for Dracula's reaction.]
[Hector has to let go of Alucard to begin working his pants open, though his lips stay at Alucard's neck, the way he knows the dhampir likes. The copper taste of his own blood doesn't phase him.]
If you want, I can do the same to myself, but I can wait and take care of mine when you're done. I'm already pushing you. You can't learn every lesson in a single session.
[He should slow down, but reason is out the door at this point. Unless Alucard tells him to stop, he is determined to see Alucard to completion.
He works open the lacing of Alucard's pants and slips his hand inside to wrap around the shaft of Alucard's cock.]
[There's some kind of protest Alucard wants to wage, something about fairness probably, but it absolutely dies as Hector takes hold of him. There's something warm and wonderful around his half hard cock, and just adjusting to that takes a lot.
It isn't something he reacts to silently either. There's a short, sharp gasp of breath, along with the reminder that he still has his fingers threaded in Hector's hair. He pulls as a part of natural reaction, but thankfully not at vampire strength.
Alucard tries another breath to steady himself, but it comes out shaky instead. It's a breath that's painfully aware that he's growing harder in Hector's hand, and rutting against it to quicken the process]
I don't know how quietly I can manage--
[He knows that much of himself from his own experimentation.]
[Hector guides Alucard's length free of the fabric constraining it and rubs his thumb over the head. He grunts as his hair is tugged, and he slows the movements of his hips.]
It's alright, we'll keep your mouth occupied.
[He trusts Alucard can make his protests known other ways if he decides he wants to bring this to a halt. Hector kisses his way across Alucard's jaw and cheek until he claims his lips again. Once he has his mouth sealed over Alucard's, he gives another squeeze.]
[It's the only word he manages to get out before Hector's lips meet his again. Alucard murmurs something else, but it's all vibrations like this. Vibrations that quickly develop into a groan that he fears might be reverberating not in the back of Alucard's own throat, but Hector's, just from the sheer volume of it.
Because shit, it is loud, and that's only in reaction to being squeezed, mixed in with the fact Alucard's hips press the full of himself closer to Hector.
The hand that isn't in Hector's hair finally moves. Slides up Hector's shirt so that Alucard's fingers can run up the skin of Hector's spine, usually cool flesh running at perfectly human temperatures now.]
[Alucard's moans are gratifyingly earnest. He swallows them up. Between the seal of his mouth and the barred door (and his own recklessness), he is less concerned than Alucard about being overheard.
He pumps his fist up and down the hardening length, feeling for Alucard's reaction in his movements and the vibrations of his grunts. He doesn't know how Alucard likes to touch himself, so he moves by trial and error, alternating fast and slow, gentle strokes and hard tugs, learning and evolving his technique as he goes. His own cock is hard against Alucard's thigh, seeking out the rare warmth of Alucard's body.]
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Cesar and Antonius immediately abandon Hector to examine this new friend who smells alike-but-different from Friend Alucard. They bump against him and sniff and playfully dart around him, an invitation to play.
Meanwhile, Hector is examining the wolf form as he strokes and scratches. Alucard appears, by all metrics Hector can measure, to be an honest to God wolf. The pelt, the bone structure, even the large paw pads and extra digit on the front paws.
Needless to say, Hector is thoroughly petting this dog and he is delighted.]
Why have we not been doing this every night?
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But he is happy to sniff at Cesar and Antonious. Paw at them, sniff, but he doesn't play until Hector is done Examining The Wolf. Then the wolf is happy to just move and dart a little, not exactly giving chase but definitely helping the other two to get in a bit of exercise.
And again at the question, there's a soft huff! He has to be a person to reply you know!]
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[The dogs have been troopers on this journey so far, and Hector eventually withdraws so they Alucard can help them get some of their pent-up energy out.]
Now you’ll definitely be their favorite.
[There’s no weight behind the teasing, though. Hector can’t blame his pets. Alucard is his favorite too.]
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But it all winds down, and when that happens, Alucard settles back down beside Hector, now human.
He's absolutely figured out spooning now.]
Only for a time. They're still yours.
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He lets his arms wind around Alucard and nestles his nose into the back of his neck the way Alucard seems to like.]
I suppose I can let spoil them, as long as you're staying near me and not luring them away.
[Because that's the fear, that Alucard will decide he likes traveling more than he likes Hector and go off on his own fabulous adventures after he drops Hector off at the castle.
The point of action for that is to make sure Alucard is well versed in all the benefits of his presence.]
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[Alucard lets out a very low, pleased noise at Hector's nose finding just the right spot to rest on. It's nice, having that warmth and weight pressed against his neck. Alucard moves one hand down, brushing it over Hector's gently.
All of this is nice. Traveling has been wonderful, as has learning the various ways to become comfortable in such close quarters. Future trips probably won't have companions, but...
...thoughts for later.]
Are you comfortable?
[They are technically half on and half off a horrible little mattress and the floor.]
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[The castle is both a dream and a looming spectre. Reaching it will mark the beginning of a real education, more opportunity than Hector ever hoped he'd receive. It also means the end of this journey. He won't know how he fares in the exchange til he reaches his destination.]
I could make myself more comfortable.
[He tugs Alucard, vaguely further into the mattress but mostly closer. It's a shit mattress, but it's better than half a shit mattress.]
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There's a soft laugh on his lips.]
Careful. I'm liable to fall asleep like this.
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though all he has to do is say the word and Hector will really heat him up. Hector slides his hand up Alucard’s chest, caressing through his shirt. He parts his lips and begins to tease the skin of Alucard’s neck with tongue and teeth.]no subject
[Alucard knows by now what that means, but he can't help but play just a little dumb. It makes the sigh of absolute contentment and delight that follows all the better. Makes the fact that it's Alucard who starts to tangle their legs together all the better.
His hands are far, far more confident now, knowing what they want and how to get it. One hand is quick to wind into Hector's hair, gently tugging him upwards to administer attention to a higher part of Alucard's neck. The other?
Well, Alucard's made his fondness for chests very clear alraedy. But Hector's already got a hand there, and the man does have a fine enough rear to grab and refuse to let go of.]
One morning you should actually wake me like this.
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[He rocks against Alucard, very much in approval.]
More than one, surely, now that the offer’s been made.
[He’ll maul your neck every morning if that’s what you want, you ridiculous dhampir.]
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[And it is, and more than that, Alucard's decided that Hector's chest may not be his best feature. There's another squeeze, ever so careful not to bruise, and the dhampir presses himself up against Hector further. He's hardly aware of the roll of his own hips.
They'll have to start moving below the belt at this point, if only because that's the remaining unexplored territory.]
Mmm, perhaps not. I'll expect it when I'm home, and that's a dangerous path.
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[If butts are on the table, Hector isn’t holding back. He’ll stay above the clothes, but one hand slides down and grips Alucard’s otherworldly ass.
Alucard’s squeeze is met with an approving groan. This one doesn’t mind if there are bruises. He slips a leg between Alucard’s to give them a little more friction as they move together.]
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Instead he just buries his face into what he can reach of Hector's head, angle terrible since Hector is still lavishing attention to the dhampir's neck.]
Within reason.
[He hasn't quite clocked Hector's general lack of planning.
What Alucard has clocked is the fact he very, very much likes having his ass squeezed, and there's no groan from him. There is instead another roll of his hips, this time grinding down against Hector's leg. The motion is coupled with a soft sigh, and the feeling of heat in Alucard's cheeks.]
Hector?
[It's a cautious iteration of his name.]
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conquestexploration of Alucard’s neck at the tone he hears when his name is spoken.]Yes? Is this too much?
[He hopes not, but he slows his movements until he knows if Alucard is good to proceed.]
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There are so many steps we could take next, and they're all going to be very enjoyable.
[He very deliberately presses his hips into Alucard.]
We could keep doing this.
[He gives Alucard's butt another, harder squeeze.]
Or you could let me use my hands...
[He brings his lips close to Alucard's ear and runs his tongue along the outer shell.]
Or I could show you what I can do with my mouth.
[He draws back, still touching Alucard, but no longer pressing, so Alucard can breath.]
Or I can take a very long, very stiff walk around the deck and we can go to sleep.
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Too many options.
[There. Those are the only three words he manages for a few intense moments, aware that his heart is moving faster. Something closer to human than his usual slow beat. It's enough for him to at least decide.]
First two.
[A mouth feels too dangerous at the moment.]
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Good, you're so good...
[He presses his lips to Alucard's, tangling tongues together, incautious of the fangs. When he finally draws back for breath, he kisses his way to Alucard's ear again.]
I'm going to unfasten your trousers. No point in making a mess of your clothes when you just got clean.
[It's purely that and not at all that Hector is dying to get his hand around Alucard's cock.]
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Alucard's not surprised that they're both pulled onto the mattress. What takes him aback, truly aback, is how quickly Hector speeds up his thrusts. It's not that Alucard can't keep up, it's just the realization that Hector's truly thought this out. Must have thought out a while ago and--
--lips catch lips and with everything so overwhelming, Alucard's response is without it's usual caution. There's a moment where his fang catches something, and a thin stream of blood joins the embrace. A stream that Alucard's innate hunger is quick to seize upon, his tongue moving to the spot and licking at it as hungrily as Hector is pursuing the rest of this.
He's utterly breathless when Hector pulls away. At some point in all of his his hands have found purchase in Hector's hair and at his hip, vaguely aware that they're points where he can exert control if he needs to.]
What of your own? Your state is the same as mine.
[Sure Hector. It's totally that. That and the lack of consideration for Dracula's reaction.]
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If you want, I can do the same to myself, but I can wait and take care of mine when you're done. I'm already pushing you. You can't learn every lesson in a single session.
[He should slow down, but reason is out the door at this point. Unless Alucard tells him to stop, he is determined to see Alucard to completion.
He works open the lacing of Alucard's pants and slips his hand inside to wrap around the shaft of Alucard's cock.]
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It isn't something he reacts to silently either. There's a short, sharp gasp of breath, along with the reminder that he still has his fingers threaded in Hector's hair. He pulls as a part of natural reaction, but thankfully not at vampire strength.
Alucard tries another breath to steady himself, but it comes out shaky instead. It's a breath that's painfully aware that he's growing harder in Hector's hand, and rutting against it to quicken the process]
I don't know how quietly I can manage--
[He knows that much of himself from his own experimentation.]
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It's alright, we'll keep your mouth occupied.
[He trusts Alucard can make his protests known other ways if he decides he wants to bring this to a halt. Hector kisses his way across Alucard's jaw and cheek until he claims his lips again. Once he has his mouth sealed over Alucard's, he gives another squeeze.]
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[It's the only word he manages to get out before Hector's lips meet his again. Alucard murmurs something else, but it's all vibrations like this. Vibrations that quickly develop into a groan that he fears might be reverberating not in the back of Alucard's own throat, but Hector's, just from the sheer volume of it.
Because shit, it is loud, and that's only in reaction to being squeezed, mixed in with the fact Alucard's hips press the full of himself closer to Hector.
The hand that isn't in Hector's hair finally moves. Slides up Hector's shirt so that Alucard's fingers can run up the skin of Hector's spine, usually cool flesh running at perfectly human temperatures now.]
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He pumps his fist up and down the hardening length, feeling for Alucard's reaction in his movements and the vibrations of his grunts. He doesn't know how Alucard likes to touch himself, so he moves by trial and error, alternating fast and slow, gentle strokes and hard tugs, learning and evolving his technique as he goes. His own cock is hard against Alucard's thigh, seeking out the rare warmth of Alucard's body.]
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