Repressed

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Repressed


Red eyes glowed, watching the man sleep.

Alucard shifted uncomfortable, skin itself seeming too tight on his body, eyes drinking in the form of his sleeping master. Master. The man had such control over him, and he'd learned to desire that control, to long for it.

Master had forbidden him from interacting with the other residents of the household, and that had led to a...problem. Eyes blazed as the man rolled over in his sleep, a moan stifled in the white column of his throat. He knew what he needed...and he dreaded how Abraham might respond. And with that dread came a thrill of pleasure, a longing to be whipped and abused, twisted and bent into him after the months of servitude.

Unable to wait any longer, he ghosted to the edge of the bed, eyes tracing over the sleeping form, each detail worshipped and commited to memory. It was hot outside, and while Abraham had a sheet over his body, Alucard grew weak-kneed as he realized that this was all that Abraham had chosen. The possibility of all that bare flesh, of the heat of the human's full body burning into his own chill one, brought a rush to him that left him near swooning.

Too long, it had been far, far, far too long. Abraham had ordered him so strictly that he'd been suffering this deprivation for far too long. But yesterday, Master had erred. Master had told him, directed him, to come to him when he needed something. Abraham had intended it to prevent the vampire from becoming starved, or weak, or as stumbling tired as he had been. And after a day and a half finally sleeping in his own coffin, he was fully recuperated...and ready to satisfy another need, indeed.

And since he didn't really intend to hurt Abraham, not unless Abraham wished it...and a thrill of pleasure raced through his body at that thought...he was here now. The loose white shirt draped half-unbuttoned across his body, pants and boots and hat and glasses lost, for they'd only get in the way, after all. Watching Master, motionless, taunting himself and tempting himself with what he could see and was not touching, he let the need build until it was too much.

With the softest of breaths, he crept between the sheets, the bed barely depressing under his slight mass. Abraham slept on, entirely unaware, loud human breaths and pungent human scent and a furnace that drew the vampire, like a moth to the flame.

Not yet daring, quite, to touch, Alucard shifted his form closer, chest stretched out along Abraham's back, a fingers-width separating them. Eyes closed, he indulged in a long shudder of pleasure and longing, then lifted his upper body slightly, all the better to lower his head and with half-lidded eyes sniff gently at the man's hair. Daring, more and more daring, the lips parted, plucking gently at the shell of the ear, sucking ever so slightly at the lobe.

A spidery, bare white hand ghosted under the sheets to spread carefully and oh so delicately along the thick and muscled ribs, vampire arched behind his master, trembling with desire and need, nose taking deep and silent draughts of scent from the thick tangled gray hairs of his master. The nose moved lower, eyes nearly closed and blind, to rest delicately against the neck. Moments later, thin pale lips plucked the skin along the neck, sucking gently and lifting, feeling the thin and tempting flesh, the slightest prickles of the shaved hairs that edged onto the neck below the ear, entire body thrumming in response.

The hand began to gently stroke the broad chest, fingers running delicately, softly, with the barest caress as of spider-legs, through the tangled iron and gray curls. The faintest nub of a nipple was encountered, and gently fondled, pinched carefully between the sides of the fingers, vampire trembling again at the proximity and his actions. The other hand, no longer bracing him upright, crept to weave fingers through the hair as the lips again plucked at the nape and sides of the neck.

The hand on the chest crept across, taking a moment to worship at the other nipple, to press flat against the broad and solid expanse, to feel the heart thundering away underneath. Lower, lower, sliding carefully down the chest, the abdomen, pausing just above the groin, the tracing its way back up, taking time to flex out, reaching wide, feeling the sheer solid bulk and size of the man underneath.

Careful nips returned to the ear, barely catching the very edge between two teeth for the slightest of stings, smothered immediately under gentle lips nibbling around the curve, a nose nuzzling behind it.

Alucard couldn't have stopped if he'd wanted to. His entire body was on fire with flames of ice, every sense tuned and attuned to the solid, so-very-human man stretched out beside him.

And the man was responding, sleeping member stirring and feeling, lust altering his scent to a more dangerous, tempting, rich aroma.

And yet he slept, the vampire's delicate touches and restraint not pulling him from his slumber. Emboldened, Alucard reached lower, fingers dancing along the length that now protruded, eyes wide open but unseeing as he explored the features he found. Every wrinkle, every vein, carefully and lovingly traced, the final fingertip trailing up to swirl idly about the top, surprised and delighted by the slick droplet of fluid already present.

He spasmed slightly himself, before leaving the neck and arching over the side of the sleeping man, lips now plucking at and delicately pinching the nipples as fingers cupped his Master below, becoming nearly frantic but no less delicate in his approach as Abraham responded, sleepy moans and the solid thrust of his member against the smooth white palm of the vampire driving the beast into a state of mindless need.

One hand still worshipping at a nipple, the vampire dropped his own head down, now straddling Abraham's legs, nudging and nuzzling at the burning, turgid flesh. To his delight, Abraham rolled again, now fully on his back...and the vampire's head darted down, mouth wrapped at the base of the shaft, long tongue wound about it and exploring, detecting each feature, each tiny imperfection, each pulsing vein.

That hot, wet flesh, shuddering and pounding with spicey blood and need, nearly drove him over the edge already, and hands gripping tight at Abraham's waist, he began to work his head up and down, sucking hard, driving the man to moan in pleasure again and again.

Mindless in his pleasure, he missed Abraham waking. The hands clenching and gripping his waist and the frantic mouthing and licking had pulled the man out of a dream and into awareness, and despite the fog of pleasure it was only a matter of moments before he realized what was happening, that the undead man had accosted him in his bedroom, had preyed upon his sleeping body.

If he was more awake, he'd have been far too worried about startling the beast with the sharp teeth so close to such a delicate area, but he was far from fully awake, and very angry, and very aroused, and very disappointed at the loss of what had been an incredibly pleasant and erotic dream. Burly hands shot out, grabbing the thick black hair, stopping and holding the vampire still as he decided how to punish the beast.

Pain, so delicious, the yank and pull of his hair, and Alucard moaned around his mouthful of flesh. He'd woken Abraham...but he'd expected his at some point. And frankly, he was far too aroused to care. Angry master or not, head held motionless or not, he was not about to stop. Lips frozen, unable to slide up and down the shaft, he put his tongue to use, gripping and stroking, pausing to unwrap and twirl about the top before looping and then thrusting suddenly down to the base, then lifting again to the wrinkled parchment-thin skin just beneath the head, and repeating.

And he felt the hips rock under him, as Abraham fell to the pleasure, and the hands gripped and twisted tighter in his hair. And then suddenly he was being forced up and down, no longer in any sort of control, Master using him and fucking him with no concern for his own needs or comfort. His own enlarged member ground uselessly into the chill bedsheets as Abraham bucked under him, slamming his head up and down, penis thrusting and crushing painfully into the back of his throat.

Red eyes rolled backwards as Alucard gave over to the sheer pleasure of being used and abused in such a way. Minutes passed, Abraham's breathing becoming louder, gasping faster, Alucard left to shudder as useless putty...and then Abraham froze, arched up, vampire's face ground into the gray hairs of his groin...and the thick fluid coated Alucard's throat, bitter and salty and slick and so thick. Abraham fell limp under him, body melted into the sheets, but the hands stayed wrapped tight in his hair, face ground into the sweaty, rank hairs, limp member and fluids filling his mouth.

And aroused beyond any belief, frustrated and needy, ready to scream his frustration except that Abraham had him gripped so close, and he was not allowed to resist. All he could do was moan, voice muffled by position and the mass of flesh filling his mouth. The liquid dripped in his mouth, running towards his lips, and he swallowed, lips wrapping briefly about the member, Abraham moaning gently under him.

Sated, and wondering, Abraham pulled the vampire's head up, suspended by a fistful of black hairs. What had the beast been thinking? He'd known that in breaking it, he'd damaged its mind...was this part of the damage? The vampire's expression was vaguely frustrated, nearly blank, but the eyes seethed and burned with what Abraham could only describe as lust. He smirked...he was satisfied, but clearly the vampire was not. Dropping the beast's head, Abraham stretched comfortably, rolling back over to sleep. He didn't intend to sleep, relaxed and tired though he was. He simply wanted to see what the vampire would do.

Quiet grumbles came from the black-capped head, visible now that the sheet had apparently landed on the floor. Moments passed, and the vampire shifted about, and those chill, soft lips began to work hopefully on his flaccid member. Abraham grinned to himself, amused at the vampire's apparent desperation. Minutes passed, the vampire running smooth white hands up and down his thighs, tongue flicking about and teasing all about his groin...and to his surprise, he found his body responding again.

Smooth, hard white hands gently rolled him to his back, and red eyes blazed down at him as the vampire straddled him, kneeling, one hand supporting him as he loomed over his master, the other hand busy providing intense pleasure to that same master. Abraham folded his hands behind his head and rested it upon them, watching the intense and focused behavior of his pet, amused and somewhat excited by the impossibly erotic sight before him. He had no taste for men, but Alucard's skillful ministrations and the inherent seductiveness of the vampire were overcoming any inhibitions he might have had. The touseled black hair fell over the face, eyes blazing out at him with heated lust, the supple formed picked out in moonlight while in the shadows below it, the hand did impossible things to him.

He closed his eyes, hmmming softly to himself, and simply letting himself enjoy the pleasure. Something hard and slick and just slightly chill brushed his member, and his eyes flew open to see that Alucard's own cock had joined his, brushing it slightly. He nearly reprimanded the monster except for the look of slack-jawed, mindless lust the beast held. Curious again, and unwilling to interupt what promised to be a second very pleasant ending, he relaxed again, waiting to see what would happen.

Those long white fingers released him, to grip him a moment later while also wrapped around Alucard's own self. It was an odd experience, certainly not unpleasant, slick and lubricated from Alucard's saliva and their combined juices. The tight grip of the vampire sliding up and down his shaft was joined by the pumping of the beast's hips as he drove his own shaft against Abraham's. The slender thumb danced across the tip of his shaft, smearing about the slit, and driving a gasp of pleasure from Abraham, will-he nill-he. This excited Alucard farther, the vampire suddenly making quiet moaning sounds of pleasure, driving faster and faster.

Eyes closed, body limp, Abraham let himself be taken closer and closer to ecstasy. The busy thumb and tight grip, the delicate dance of the fingertips and the pulsing pressure of Alucard's own member pushed him closer and closer, his steady breathing giving way to gasps and tremulous moans until, eyes flying open, he found himself cumming a second time that night. With a wail of pleasure and pain, Alucard followed immediately afterwards, sticky fluid flying out to join Abraham's on the man's chest, and then the vampire crumpled quietly to the bed, curled up beside Abraham, eyes half-closed and exhausted.

Minutes of quiet bliss ticked by, as Abraham's racing heart slowed and he became more aware of himself. He was impossibly comfortable, but for the cold and sticky mess on his belly and chest. He frowned; there was nothing in this room to wipe off with, except perhaps the vampire's shirt, discarded by him on the bed during its exertions. He reached over, shaking the vampire's shoulder and head, and was rewarded with a sleepy, dazed blink.

"Clean it up." His directions were gruff, though he couldn't keep the entire sensation of sated pleasure from leaking into his voice. The look of disgust that flicked across Alucard's face was more than worth it, and he grinned as the vampire glanced about the room, clearly looking for something to clean with.

"You have a tongue, vampire. Clean it. Now." The vampire cringed, no longer in the throes of lust, but obediently, he moved forward, tongue hesitantly dabbing at it.

"Faster." Gagging slightly, the vampire's impossibly long and talented tongue flicked over his chest and belly, leaving him clean and slightly damp. A wipe with the beast's discarded shirt dried it off, and Alucard looked ready to vomit on him.

"Go." The vampire fled immediately, and Abraham leaned back onto his pillow with a chuckle. Fishing about found the sheet to pull back over himself, and he settled himself back to sleep the rest of the night, wondering at the strange beast and what had pulled it into his bed. He hadn't considered it along the lines of a sex partner before this; Alucard had given him no reason to think the beast was interested, and men simply did not appeal to him. But after tonight's exertions...he'd have to reconsider that.

In the basement below, Alucard gagged into the drain, choking. In the heat of the moment, it had not been repulsive, not at all. But afterwards, no longer consumed and controlled by lust, licking the cold, sticky fluids from Abraham's sweaty chest had been impossibly unpleasant. Salty and bitter and congealed, even now it came back out of him in rubbery white chunks. Horrific. And mixed in with the disgust and shame was a delightful thread of pleasure and delight in how the evening had gone. Dread and a spiced, erotic anticipation swirled through his mind as he thought about what this could mean for his future.

His own need was satisfied. It would be a long time before he felt the need to seek out a human for pleasure again. Humans did not experience such a delay, and it was with a cold fear and the faint stirrings of lustful anticipation that he wondered at Abraham's future response.