Hellhound AU

[just_aces]

Sometime round about 1900, a witch summoned a hellhound as a familiar.

He didn't mind it, hellhounds are loyal after all, and if some of her spells left him tired and drained, well, that was what he was there for, to keep her from using too much of her own energy for things. That and to eat the souls of her victims, sometimes.

But then, in the early 1970s, she ran afoul of a much stronger coven.

She was quite quickly banished to hell, but the hellhound couldn't be allowed to go with her, because, well, hellhounds are loyal and she was powerful and would have been able to use him to escape.

So the hellhound was made human, figuring that sixty, seventy, even eighty years if he was lucky would be enough time for the witch to have been consumed, so that even when the human-that-had-been-a-hellhound died, and Death herself realized that he was definitely not where, or what, he was supposed to be, she'd send him back.

But then one Charles Rowland kind of fucked up that whole plan by dying young and immediately running away from Death herself.

So the ghost-who-was-the-boy-who-was-the-hellhound has no idea what he was, or still is, under it all.

But, after a trip through hell to save his best friend (Hellhounds are loyal, after all) and time spent in a familiar position -though not a familiar kitchen- after that has been enough to knock a few things loose...

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[just_aces]

That was... well it was definitely not the reaction Charles had been expecting, not by half, which meant that it took him a moment to actually catch up to the reality and be able to kiss back with the same fervor, his other hand lifting as well to cradle Edwin's face between his palms, leaning into the kiss even as he stroked along the other boy's cheekbones with his thumbs, fingers tracing the shell of Edwin's left ear reflexively.

He didn't need to breathe, but it still felt like all the air had been knocked out of his lungs, making a faint, needy sound in the back of his throat, some kind of realization starting to sink in, that it wasn't only that he'd missed Edwin, but had missed all the things that could have been, and wasn't about to take chances on not doing things he wanted to do, now.

One hand dropped from Edwin's cheek to catch at his hip again, tugging him close even though Edwin didn't seem like he was going to try and get away any time soon, steering him backwards carefully towards the desk until he actually got Edwin backed up against the edge of it.

[uptightboy]

Charles still didn't pull away. He still didn't stop... but he kissed back. He was still kissing Edwin, and this felt new but something that was so overdue. The touches felt new, but something Edwin had experienced before. This was new but not... new.

It was like a dance. One step forward, two steps back. Edwin barely felt the desk against his hip as he couldn't stop kissing Charles. This was quite different from anything he had thought about kissing, and yet it was everything. It felt right...! He still wasn't sure what was happening but he was too weak to stop it. He was too weak to stop and ask when he could just continue kissing. Because this was happening and for questions he needed to take his lips off of Charles.

Edwin slid his arms around Charles's torso, pulling him tight to his body. His hands were fisting in the boy's shirt once again, desperately. He knew Charles won't leave, that was clear, he just wasn't sure if he wasn't pulling away.

[just_aces]

Charles wasn't about to pull away, and something fiercely protective, even possessive surged in his chest when Edwin dragged him closer still. He didn't even hesitate in bending just enough to hoist Edwin up onto the edge of the desk where he usually perched -and if he had noticed even in the chaos that spot was still kept clear he didn't do so consciously- and that put Edwin slightly taller than him once more, which was as it should be so far as he was concerned.

Mostly Charles was being reminded that he really did like kissing, it had just been so long since he'd been able to feel it properly that he'd started to forget that part.

He grinned into the kiss, hands having settled at Edwin's thighs as he'd insinuated himself between Edwin's knees when perching him on the desk, and he just squeezed with both hands, somehow managing to find his voice, "So that's a yeah then? S'alright?"

[uptightboy]

Edwin took a sharp, useless breath as he felt Charles help him on the desk. He was so close and suddenly Edwin was more aware that Charles had a body. And he... while being a spirit, he also had a body that could feel the other's.

His thighs fell apart way too easily as Charles moved between them. And as far as Edwin was concerned he belonged there... And when he felt Charles squeeze them, he jumped. Jumped! His hands were still holding onto the boy, while their lips were inches apart. If Charles had a breath Edwin could feel it. And maybe he felt it... But he was too busy catching up with his thoughts that stopped for the last few minutes while he tried to commit Charles's taste to memory.

"Yea- yes, yes..." Edwin stuttered, his lips pulling into a nervous smile for a second. "Charles, what are you doing?"

[just_aces]

Charles drew back just far enough to actually be able to see Edwin's face, lifting both hands to cradle it between his palms once more, thumbs stroking along Edwin's cheekbones like he had the first time, but as he didn't actually know how to answer that question, he said as much, "I... don't think I've got an answer to that."

He pressed another quick kiss to Edwin's mouth, now that he'd started he didn't really want to stop, even to figure out why, but they both deserved at least a moment to think about it so they could determine how to proceed, and what he came to was: "Just feels like it's something I should have done ages ago." A little shake of his head, still keeping pressed close, "Like, as soon as we knew we weren't going to be taken to the Lost & Found, I think. I just didn't see it then."

[uptightboy]

Edwin felt like he was melting into Charles's touches. He let out a trembling breath as he felt those hands on his cheek. He didn't mind the kisses. The only thing about them was that he would rather have continued kissing than talking...

"Charles," Edwin whispered. He closed his eyes for a second nodding as Charles talked. His hands were sliding on his shoulders, feeling him. As if he wasn't allowed to touch him, which was not true. Edwin was allowed to touch but not like this. One of his hands sneaked further, a finger sliding to the collar once again, feeling it, then feeling the crest. Then his finger was sneaking under the collar to feel the skin under it. "Goodness..." he swallowed.

"I wanted to kiss you all the time," Edwin said in a breathless smile. "I- wished to kiss you when I found you, I... can barely believe...." he arched his back to press more against Charles. Then he leaned in to kiss him again.

[just_aces]

He'd been about to ask if Edwin wanted him to stop, but then those elegant fingers were dipping under the collar, and he was pretty sure if he still had a pulse it would have been racing, and hard, because that touch felt warm, left his skin tingling in its wake, and before Charles could actually ask anything, Edwin was kissing him again, and that was better, because that meant he didn't have to think, or question himself, because that was proof that Edwin was absolutely alright with what was happening.

He made a happy noise in the back of his throat, one hand sliding from Edwin's cheek around to cradle the back of his head gently even as he replied to that kiss in kind, keeping himself pressed close as Edwin arched against him like that. He broke the kiss only just far enough to catch at Edwin's lower lip with his teeth, one teasing press, the tip of his tongue sweeping along the trapped skin before releasing it and diving into the kiss more hungrily.

[uptightboy]

If Charles had asked Edwin if he wanted to continue, there was a chance that he would have said no. Not because he didn't want to but because he was still so startled about all this. Charles was kissing him, and touching him, and he was so close, closer than ever and Edwin thought he could handle anything but apparently... there was this thing that was happening. Handling it would require talking, right? To stop kissing. To stop being so close. But Edwin spent the last five days without Charles, without knowing where he was or what he was doing, he wasn't about to let him go.

The bite caught him off guard so much, that his whole body froze at the electric shock that traveled through him. The sound he gave was... new, even to his ears. Too desperate. His hand on Charles's neck is still steady, still feeling the collar.

Edwin wasn't sure what possessed him to pull away from Charles's lips because he loved to feel them against his. But suddenly, the thought of feeling Charles's neck under his lips was more intriguing. He kissed down his chin to his neck, sighing as he felt the warmth against his lips. Right until he kissed the collar itself.

[just_aces]

Charles very nearly purred at the noise Edwin made, pleased in ways he couldn't describe that he'd managed to catch his partner by surprise like that, that he was even able to do so after having known each other so long.

But then Edwin was moving again and all Charles could do was let his head roll back, making a garbled sound of his own at the trail of half-searing little marks Edwin was leaving down his neck, because that was definitely not something he'd expected, Edwin being that bold, or that possessive, and he wasn't sure which of the two it was that was making his head swim so pleasantly, but he wasn't going to argue it, either.

The hand at the back of Edwin's head just slid higher into his hair as Edwin moved, the other hand curling against his shoulder, squeezing, half-kneading there because he couldn't not hold on, keeping Edwin pressed close.

[uptightboy]

There surely was something possessive about it. As Edwin kissed Charles's neck, as if he could taste him. And maybe he could. But there definitely was warmth. Then cold, when he returned to the collar, the bane of his existence if he was honest. He could barely believe he was allowed to do such hideous things to it.

"Are you proud wearing my collar, Charles?" Edwin asked quietly, tilting his head to look back at his friend. He wasn't asking to make sure, he wanted Charles to say it. Because everything was a little risky right now. But just as Charles said Edwin had the scare of his afterlife about losing Charles again, it made him a little... bold. A little too eager to hold on tighter, with claws.

[just_aces]

His brow furrowed a little, blinking blearily as he lifted his head to meet Edwin's eyes again, trying to actually process what he'd just said, but a warm, open smile bloomed into place once the question had settled and he gave Edwin's shoulder another squeeze, "Yes."

There was no actual hesitation in the answer, no hint of being unsure at all, because he was proud of it. It wasn't the kind of indication of claim he would have thought of himself, he'd have gone for matching bracelets maybe, pins more than likely, but he wasn't ashamed of it at all.

He lifted his hand from Edwin's shoulder to his cheek again, leaning up to nudge his brow against Edwin's once more, voice little more than a murmur between them, "Circumstances could've been better, sure, but I ain't never once regretted the collar."

[uptightboy]

That smile made Edwin's heart rush even more than the kisses and the touches. He let out a sigh hearing that 'yes', relieved and excited. Because goodness, he loved to have it on Charles. He loved to see it and touch it, and loved knowing that Charles liked to have it and that he liked to belong to him...

His eyes fluttered shut as he took the hand on his cheek and pressed it more to his cheek as he listened to Charles. Edwin let out a breathy, soft chuckle. He did agree, it wasn't exactly ideal but he let himself feel a little selfish about it and liked the sight of the collar.

"I'm glad," Edwin whispered, turning his head to kiss Charles's palm. "I'm so happy, Charles," he added, finally opening his eyes to look at the other. Then he took his hand and slowly guided it lower on his body. He wanted to show just how happy he was, exactly. Maybe to bring it home for both of them and to give Charles a chance to realize what Edwin also meant about loving him. It may have been too bold, even scandalous by Edwin's standards. But this was nothing compared to what he had felt the past few days. They had all the time in the world and yet, Edwin found himself unable to wait.

[just_aces]

He couldn't help but smile at that kiss to his palm, the soft laugh that had preceded it, "And you like seeing it." It wasn't a question, he knew as much, especially with the way Edwin had touched it with a sort of reverence.

Charles had never actually intended to take that long to get himself sorted out, but then his true nature had surfaced and everything had been thrown out of balance and the fact that Edwin very clearly wanted to keep him close, to keep him just in general, was the one point of stability he'd had during the whole process, and Charles had almost been stupid enough to throw that away.

He wasn't going to let himself think about what could have happened, not when what was happening was much closer to what he actually wanted. His brow lifted a little at Edwin's moving his hand, but the smile tilted to something almost hungry, and the hand still on Edwin's thigh gave another, slower squeeze, thumb running along the inseam of Edwin's trousers, just watching his face for any indication that this wasn't welcome.

[uptightboy]

Edwin licked his lips. He knew he was an open book to Charles, and knowing that he clocked his feelings about the collar was still embarrassing. He felt a ghostly blush creep to his cheeks when Charles so cheekily reminded him.

But his smile turned into something more focused, something almost feral as he felt Charles's finger move. His body trembled from the effort to not to move into it to get more. Instead, all he did was giving a slow nod with wide eyes.

"Charles, I..." he started, feeling brave but hearing his own desperate voice he hesitated. "I love you and I... also..." he swallowed. "I want you."

[just_aces]

That smile was still just as sunny as ever, even despite the decidedly hungry edge to it even as he gave another squeeze, the hand on Edwin's thigh moving higher, keeping his movements slow and steady, not wanting to startle Edwin at all or move too quickly, wanting to savor this.

He did, however, disentangle his other hand from Edwin's, catching gently at his chin to lean in for another kiss, nibbling at his lower lip once more before making himself draw back far enough to actually speak, "Good thing that I love you and want you too, then, innit?"

Yes, he was being his usual cheeky self, but he also meant it, which was why he just pressed himself a little closer into the spread of Edwin's legs, something that left him pressed just that much more closely, bringing one knee forward against the side of the desk to keep himself balanced. The hand on Edwin's hip had made it up to his thigh at that point, giving another gentle squeeze there, while the other one drifted from Edwin's chin to press flat against his chest, fingers drumming lightly there, voice having dipped a little as he asked: "What do you want me to do, Edwin? Where d'you want me to start?"

[uptightboy]

Edwin would be worried by this point if he was alive. Because this must be a dream or an illusion. He would think he lost Charles and this was his mind trying to come up with the most dreamy scenario.

He kissed back with a soft noise at the back of his throat, grabbing at Charles's shoulders again. As they parted, and Charles said he loved him, Edwin felt like he could cry. It was the first time Charles told him he loved him. Not in their usual way but... in another sense. He mouthed 'yes' against Charles's lips because he could not say it out loud.

Edwin felt like he was losing his mind as he felt Charles's fingers and touches on him. He thought himself as a patient person but of course Charles always reminded him he wasn't. So he felt less ashamed of the quiet, needy little groans that left him as Charles squeezed him.

"I..." Once again Edwin lost his courage a bit. He wanted to be touched, so much, but he also knew there were many ways to be touched. Was it too much to ask for Charles to take him out of his trousers? But Edwin decided to be brave, again. Brave or needy, though, he wasn't sure. He guided one of Charles's hand between his legs, shivering. "Touch me, please. So I know how... how to touch you too."

[just_aces]

He was grinning that same sunny-bright, half-hungry grin, nudging his brow against Edwin's once more as his hand was moved, giving a gentle squeeze there as well, humming in open contentment at feeling how warm and solid Edwin already was.

He nodded a little at the answer, jostling Edwin's head with the movement as he did, "I can do that." A soft sound followed, half-curious, fingers already gently working the buttons of Edwin's trousers open, taking it slowly because he was doing it blind at the moment even though he could well lift his head to actually see what he was doing, "You're going to have to help with all the buttons and laces."

He'd only seen Edwin in his underthings a handful of times, not counting Hell, but knew that they were markedly more complicated than his own shorts.

[uptightboy]

The thrilling sensation when Edwin realized that Charles was right there with him was... everything. He followed his pace, he reacted to him in such a way only Charles could, and Edwin loved it. He knew he loved this boy but small moments like this could always make him fall in love again. It made him feel safe.

"Quite, yes...." Edwin whispered, reaching to guide Charles's hand. And it all felt surreal. The times he needed to address his trousers were rare since he was a ghost. And now he had to help Charles about them. Charles who was the love of his afterlife, a hellhound in a ghost body. A body Edwin could feel. He could feel the warmth, he could touch him, he could feel him with his fingertips. He helped with the buttons of his trousers then with the laces of his underpants. By the time Charles had free access to him he was shaking. Because Charles was there, he wanted this, he was eager to belong... And Edwin couldn't help leaning in again to kiss him.

[just_aces]

He was smiling fit to burst, trying to commit the pieces to memory, the order they went in and he wasn't sure he'd actually be able to do so later, but it didn't matter, he wasn't thinking about later, he was just thinking about right now, and right now he was supposed to be showing Edwin what he liked.

He did, finally, lift his head away from Edwin's so that he could watch his face again, as he curled his hand around the other boy's cock, hold light for the moment, "We're going to have the chance to do this again." It was something to reiterate, and he knew it, they both needed that reassurance, "You said you wanted to know how I like things, so we'll start there." He gave one slow stroke with his fingertips from root to tip, voice gone rough at the edges, "I like a little bit of teasing first, really get me worked up." His thumb stroked across the tip of Edwin's prick then, "But you, you're already well worked up."

[uptightboy]

Teasing, alright, he was trying to remember. He wondered if this was a good idea because he is already trying his best to follow the other's movements but it felt so good. His body was so ready for Charles it was embarrassing. Edwin was the one telling Charles to show him, and touch him but the moment he felt his fingers around him his back straightened. His lips parted on a soundless gasp as he felt how it was to be handled by someone else. By Charles of all people. So it wasn't a surprise he was hard.

It felt like something opened in his chest, as if his body was finally his, and he could give it, out of his own will. To the only person that mattered, and who could handle it properly.

"Charles," Edwin started, closing his eyes for a moment. He only felt how wet he was when Charles thumb rubbed him. "Charles you have no idea what you are doing to me," he tried to explain.

[just_aces]

Charles was still smiling, he couldn't help it, though it had softened around the edges a little, still just tracking the expressions crossing Edwin's face. His thumb rolled another circle across the tip of Edwin's cock to gather that leaking pre-cum, using it to ease his next stroke, fingers curling just a little closer against Edwin's shaft, hold tighter than that first loose stroke with his fingertips.

He leaned in to nudge his brow against Edwin's temple again, just wanting to keep as close as possible, and now that he had Edwin in hand it wasn't like he actually needed to see what he was doing. His voice was warm and amused as he gave another slow stroke, thumb caressing the smooth spot beneath the crown both on the upstroke and the downstroke, "Think I have some idea, love."

[uptightboy]

As Charles moved closer, Edwin slid his arms around his shoulders and pulled him as close as he was able to. His body was trembling under the care and teasing Charles was putting him through. And he loved and hated it at the same time. Everything was too much and so little, and then Charles was being so cheeky again...

"Love..." Edwin whispered, barely realizing he had said it out loud. And he thought there was no way he could love Charles more. "I did not expect it to be so- so intense already," he admitted in a breathy voice, nuzzling into Charles. A small voice in the back of his mind told him he should be ashamed about all this, that this was something he should not enjoy. Charles was a boy. And he was a creature from Hell. And Edwin hated that even in a moment like this he still had these kinds of thoughts. "I- I understand why would you miss this..."

[just_aces]

He huffed a soft laugh at that response, giving an easy nod, brow still pressed to Edwin's temple as he did, "Yeah, it's intense, it's better when it's someone you like, but it's always good."

He nuzzled his nose along the arch of Edwin's cheek even as he gave another slow full-handed stroke, very nearly purring at how warm Edwin was against his palm, "Next time I think..." His voice had dipped, a conspiratorial murmur even as he gave another stroke, fingers kneading against the base before dragging to the tip once more, "I think I want to get you in my mouth. Think that might be too much for you right now." With the way Edwin was already practically shaking against him he doubted this round was going to last, and he was fine with that, it meant they could take their time later.

[uptightboy]

Edwin almost retorted that he couldn't believe it could be good at all with someone he didn't like but he did remember the way he felt about the Cat King. Not that he would ever disclose that to anybody, especially to Charles. But it was an important piece of experience for him.

With a needy moan, Edwin tilted his hips to get more of that stroke. To feel it more, to have it faster... But then Charles just had to speak again and Edwin felt like he was not in control of his body anymore.

"Your mouth?" he asked back even if he heard it crystal clear. Just imagining how that would have felt made him hang on tighter, made him almost reach between them to urge Charles's hand on. The possibilities were endless and Edwin had to swallow at the thought. He wanted to say it wouldn't be too much but just right, but the way his body was already so tense and demanding he had to give this one to Charles. "Your hand is already so..." Oh, there were no words about it. Or if there were, Edwin was too embarrassed to say them.

[just_aces]

Charles had already decided that he quite liked having Edwin at his mercy like this, more or less, if he didn't actually want to be where he was, Charles was pretty sure he'd know it, and he couldn't help but grin at the question, nodding again and lifting his head so that he could actually watch Edwin's face again, still maintaining those steady, even strokes.

Sometimes his fingers pressed against the base when he reached it, a gentle squeezing movement, and sometimes his thumb brushed up against the underside or over the tip when he reached that, those additional touches the only variation in movement.

The expression on Edwin's face, half-lost already, was enough to make his mouth go dry, taking a moment to actually find his voice again to answer, "Yeah, my mouth. Used to be right good at that. But I'm pretty sure it'd be too much to start with, at least for you, don't want to give you too much at once, yeah?"