Musebox

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A home for PSLs.

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[petcromancer]

[Oh, the hair pulling and the scratch of nails is the opposite of a problem. Hector's breaths are ragged pants as he coaxes Alucard through his climax, and the moment the dhampir stills, Hector releases him and grasps his own organ. A few hard, frantic strokes, and he follows Alucard over the peak.

He pulls back from Alucard's lips and lets his flushed forehead come to rest on Alucard's shoulder.

Well, the good news is, it's not like they made the mattress any more of a mess than it was before.

The bad news is, Dracula is 100% going to kill him.]

[cryptsleeper]

[Oh Hector. Dracula's just going to make you wish you were dead. That's an importance difference.

Alucard lies there, feeling his hammering heart slow down it's pace. The warmth of himself starting to ebb, and becoming so keenly aware of everything going on around him.]

I definitely do not want to sleep on this mattress now.

[petcromancer]

[A chuckle breaks Hector's silence. He raises his head and gives Alucard's cheek a kiss, chaste after all of the explicit things he just did to him.]

I told you, sleep on the hammock.

[He feels around lazily and comes up with one of the threadbare blankets that were folded on the mattress before they started up their thrusting. He begins to clean them up.]

We'll have to find another bath when we reach the next port. Worth it, I hope.

[cryptsleeper]

[Even that kiss is a little overwhelming for the dhampir. There's a tired, muffled response that then becomes a soft groan as Alucard sits himself up slightly. It's his forearms that bear all his weight as he angles uwpwards to watch Hector fuss with the blankets.]

Worth it.

[He's still breathless.]

And as far as the mattress goes, I think I'll just take wolf form.

[petcromancer]

[Hector mops up the worst of the mess, then scoots himself back a little to give Alucard some breathing room. Some men don't like to be touched after they come.]

If you're sure.

[He rolls into his back and rakes his hand through his sweat-tangled hair.]

The minute I move, the dogs are going to steal my spot. Just so you're prepared.

[As if cuddling them was not part of the draw to taking the wolf form...]

[cryptsleeper]

[Almost automatically. Alucard reaches out for Hector's hand. Or arm. Or anything to grab onto.]

So don't move. At least not right away.

[petcromancer]

[Ok, so maybe Alucard isn't one of those types of guys. Hector settles back down into the mattress and shifts against Alucard's side cautiously.]

Ok. Are you fine like this, or would you rather be a wolf?

[Hector can cuddle with either, let's be real.]

[cryptsleeper]

Like this is fine.

[Wolf would be too weird right now.

Alucard inches back just a little bit, so that he's just brushing against Hector. Pressure is going to be overwhelming in a bad way, but this? This is good.]

[petcromancer]

[Hector lets his fingers brush lightly against the platinum strands of Alucard’s hair. He feels boneless and completely sated. It’s going to be a struggle to stay awake, the hammock and wolf forms be damned.]

Does the captain need you to report in early tomorrow?

[Alucard’s job is to repel any dangers the ship might face, so he’s not sure kind of hours it will run.]

[cryptsleeper]

Yes.

[Alucard sighs with a deep contentment as Hector's fingers brush over his hair. There's an attempt to reach across and take that hand but...no.

Boneless seems to be the word of the hour.]

I'll be awake in time, don't worry.

[petcromancer]

[It's ok, Hector is happy to keep petting Alucard's hair.]

Hmmm. You couldn't possibly be late....

[Because somebody wanted a wake-up call, didn't he? Hector lets his eyelids lower as he drowses.]

[cryptsleeper]

It'll be fine.

[Alucard does drift off eventually. The ship is quiet. The dogs are snoring (which is adorable.) There is nothing but the soft rocking motion of the boat and the quiet of the sea to lull Alucard to sleep.

He rises quietly a little before dawn. One golden eye opens, then the next, and oh. His trousers are still open, he's utterly disheveled (guess who has amazing post-orgasm hair), and he has to work.]

[petcromancer]

[In spite of the terrible mattress, Hector sleeps like the dead. He means to try to wake up before Alucard so he can help wake him up, but awareness returns only when Alucard is already stirring beside him.]

'morning.

[And look, if Alucard is already disheveled, there's no harm in ruffling him up a little more. Hector rolls over and nuzzles into Alucard's neck.]

[cryptsleeper]

So much for not sleeping on this thing.

[Alucard's halfway to the thought of sitting up when Hector rolls right on over. The dhampir pauses, and damn his hands, the go right to grasping at Hector's side.]

Mmmm. [He's soft with that noise, never mind delighted.]

I can't linger too long.

[petcromancer]

We'll have to try again tonight.

[To stick to that sleeping arrangement, not...anything else.

He sucks on Alucard's neck, the way that he's seen crumble Alucard's willpower before.]

...won't take long...

[cryptsleeper]

[Not anything else. Suuuuuuuuure, Hector.

Alucard squirms a little. This is starting to be mortifying, how easy it is to get him to stay.]

That's probably not something for either of us to brag about.

[Alucard starts to sit up. Very slowly.]

[petcromancer]

[There will come a day when Hector doesn't ruthlessly take advantage of Alucard's sensitive neck, but it is not this day.]

Shhh. It's because I'm so talented, and you're so gorgeous.

[He follows Alucard up, not quite going so far as to tug him back down, but still keeping close, in case he's willing to be persuaded.]

[cryptsleeper]

[Yeah it's called when Dad Shows Up.]

Mmm. It is tempting, but I am also a very firm believer in not being tossed overboard.

[petcromancer]

[Hector sighs, but flops back on the mattress.]

This is a vacation for you. You could be a little less diligent.

[Alucard is a good boy, though, and Hector isn't really trying to convince him anymore. They can't stay in the cabin all day.

Alucard is leaving Hector alone with his thoughts, which is probably dangerous. He's going to be scheming all day.]

[cryptsleeper]

And risk being tossed overboard? I think not.

[Fair passage and all. With that, Alucard finally gets up, taking a few precious minutes to un-dishevel himself. That's important, and when he exits, he looks perfectly presentable. No sign that anything's happened at all.

So it goes. The sea is almost eventful when Alucard's keen eyes spot another ship over the horizon, but it's another trading vessel and they all move on without incident. He's good for catching things, and that? That's all there is for the day.

He returns to the cabin with the sunset.]

[petcromancer]

[Hector cleans himself up as well, and finds ways to pass the time so he don't spend the whole day wondering what else he can get away with. He takes a walk around the parts of the ship where he is permitted. He finds a dead rat, which he sneaks back into the room and animates. He lets the dogs chase it around the room until they tire- they really do need their exercise- before he lets the energy animating it dissipate. He finds a port hole to toss it out of, and the gulls take what they can of it before it drops into the ocean for the fish. It's the circle of life.

Before Alucard comes back, Hector does his best to tidy up the room. Alucard worked all day, even if there was no real need of it, and the least Hector can do it try to make him comfortable.

When Alucard returns to their cabin, Hector ushers him to sit down.]

Have you eaten? We still have a few of our pastries left.

[He circles around behind Alucard and starts to rub his shoulders. He isn't practiced with massage, but he does have a very thorough working knowledge of the musculature of the human body. Long day at work, take a load off, Alucard.]

[cryptsleeper]

[Alucard's more inclined to pet the dogs than to sit once entering the cabin, as he's sure he has been missed. But in being ushered to sit down that means the dogs have a lap to climb into instead, and so Alucard doesn't fight against sitting.

It's feels strange to be this...he doesn't think fawned over is correct. Focused on perhaps, and so with Hector's hands working at his back (Alucard would point out that his natural healing abilities means he experiences no aches or pains), his hands move to pet the dogs.]

I have eaten, and I was going to wait a bit before reaching for the baklava.

How did you spend your day?

[petcromancer]

[Shhh, Alucard, it doesn't have to be strictly medicinal. Maybe Hector just likes an excuse to touch you.]

Nothing much. Stretched my legs, exercised the dogs, thought about how nice it would be to have you back here.

[He's not going to interrupt dog-cuddle time, though.]

I take it the seas were quiet.

[cryptsleeper]

[Hector. He's not good at thinking like that yet.]

Mmm, they're weathering being cooped up fairly well.

[For emphasis, Cezar gets a scratch under the chin.]

They were. It's looking like rain tomorrow though, so plan your time accordingly.

[petcromancer]

Yes, they've been very good. We'll have to pick them up a treat when we reach land.

[Hector doesn't have to reach over Alucard to stroke them. The dogs both know when they are being praised, and their tails wag.]

So what you're saying is, I'll be cooped up tomorrow and should get all of my energy out tonight?

[It's absolutely not what Alucard was saying. But it could be.]