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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[uptightboy]

Edwin's lips parted as Charles kissed his wrist. He was not religious but as he watched Charles kneeling in front of him, looking up at him with his lips at his wrist, he wondered if this was close to what someone would call a 'religious experience'. Edwin felt his knees go weak.

"I wish to know how you use your mouth, Charles," Edwin said, his hand moving. He brushed Charles's lower lip, just where his teeth were scraping a moment before. "Do show me."

[just_aces]

One brow lifted a little as he turned his head more fully into Edwin's hand, pressing a firmer, open-mouthed kiss against that pulse point at his wrist, where something vital hummed beneath the skin even though they didn't have an actual pulse to speak of, turning his head into that thumb at his lower lip, the tip of his tongue prodding at the digit, lips brushing Edwin's skin as he asked: "May I?"

The question was asked with a pointed glance towards Edwin's trousers, practically eye-level thanks to his current position. Charles' own hands were still right where they'd been, palms-up on his thighs because Edwin had specified his mouth for the time being.

[uptightboy]

What was it about teeth and lips against vulnerable areas of the body? Even spectral ones? If Edwin thought deeper about it he may have found his answer but right now, all it did was send a shiver down his spine. He stuttered an empty breath when Charles's tongue appeared. He barely noted that there was a question from him. To continue.

"You may," Edwin nodded, slightly alarmed at how deep his voice sounded from arousal.

Charles was gorgeous, yes. But he was also strong. And a powerful being. He was quick to think and act, he was the brawn! And seeing him on his knees, held on a leash, waiting for Edwin's instructions, no, orders, was something Edwin had never thought he would enjoy in such a way.

[just_aces]

Considering Charles' own reluctance to follow most any order given to him, and his habit of verifying most requests, he wouldn't have thought he'd like something like this, either, but if he was actually capable of thinking about it, instead of just responding, he probably would have come to the conclusion that it was -much the same as with the bonds in the first place- because it was Edwin, who wouldn't use any of this to hurt him, or even really control him.

It was just a way of making things easier for them both.

For the moment, however, Charles took a slow, steadying breath, straightening a little so that he could lift his hands, working buttons free one at a time, brow creased just a little so that he could focus on what he was doing, and only that.

[uptightboy]

Charles slowly started to work and Edwin's eyes widened in awe. There was something about that intense focus on Charles's face directed at him, a very particular part of him even, and it made Edwin feel things. Charles was rarely concentrating on something so much, but there were examples. That music device not far from them was one, and now Edwin. And to have that focus from him, to have all of Charles's attention... it was, oh it was delightful.

As Charles was getting all the buttons right, Edwin wondered if they should move to the couch but there was something about him standing and Charles kneeling. It was probably the fault of the leash. Not that Edwin was complaining. He was discovering new things about himself, and about Charles too and he wasn't about to stop.

"Well done," Edwin said when Charles managed to undo his trousers.

[just_aces]

Charles would never not melt a little at praise like that, eyes dipping closed, another slow breath hitching in his chest before he exhaled, smile melting into place, blinking slow and pleased up at Edwin again.

He was also considering what would happen if Edwin's knees gave way, which was why he pressed forward, hands steady on Edwin's hips, steering him backward so that he could lean against the edge of the desk, a movement that meant Charles had to shuffle forward a little, still on his knees, but he tilted a smile up at Edwin once he'd settled again, hands smoothing down his thighs and then back up, considering for a moment again.

Mostly he was debating whether or not to ask further permission, but Edwin hadn't specified anything other than wanting to know what Charles could do with his mouth, and they hadn't gotten there yet, which was why Charles' focus then turned to the ties and buttons of Edwin's undergarments in turn, breathing still slow and steady and focused, grinning outright once he got those open, hands finally sliding past fabric and out over Edwin's hips so that he could get both trousers and fundamentals fully open without actually pushing them down.

[uptightboy]

Edwin let out a tense breath as his hips leaned against the desk.

"You are confident," he remarked with a raised eyebrow. And why wouldn't Charles be? Edwin is already feeling like losing his mind, just at the sight of him kneeling. Then Charles goes further opening his clothes more. It starts to become clear that he is already half-hard and that should be embarrassing but Edwin is too busy staring at Charles. The touch on his skin makes him whimper.

"Charles," Edwin starts suddenly. "Do- do start with your hands."

[just_aces]

The fact that Edwin was just a little off-balance, and delightfully so as far as Charles was concerned, was part of why he was feeling so confident, because he was the one causing that even though Edwin was the one holding onto the lead, the one theoretically in control here.

He just nodded at the request, settling himself comfortably again and working Edwin free of his layers, giving an easy, loose-handed stroke from root to tip, thumb nudging up against the underside and over the tip when he reached it. He was giving the new task his full focus as well, the corner of his lip caught between his teeth, brow creased just a little as he did so, very much the same expression he gave fiddly bits of rune-work or tinkering.

[uptightboy]

The moment Charles touched him Edwin let out a shaky, useless breath. Yes, it was a good call to start with hands because if he had to feel Charles's lips or tongue on him this play may have ended too soon. Once again, Edwin turned to adore the boy's expression and the sight of his fingers against himself. He always loved to steal looks at Charles, and his hands were no exception. Whenever he was tinkering on something, Edwin found himself looking all too often at those crafty fingers. And now having them on him, pleasuring him was almost too much.

Talking about too much, Edwin felt himself getting harder with each movement, each little nudge at just the right spots. Charles handled him so expertly and so well that Edwin couldn't help feeling so enamored.

"Stop," Edwin ordered then, his voice was trembling, similarly to his hand around the leash he was holding. "Pull back and..." he licked his lips. "... open your mouth."

[just_aces]

Charles clocked that tremor, both in Edwin's voice and in his hand, and it was enough to have him arching a brow, but he didn't say anything, just straightened again, lowering his hands to where they'd been before, just loosely on his own thighs.

He regarded Edwin for a moment before pressing the tip of his tongue to the edge of his teeth, as if debating whether or not to actually follow that order, but he did, working his jaw just a little before opening his mouth, tongue extending out over his lower lip in some kind of invitation.

[uptightboy]

Edwin did not think this through, he had to admit the moment he watched Charles open his mouth. The small pause before he obeyed, then the tongue slipping past his lower lip, Edwin was not ready. He wasn't ready but it was too late to backtrack. He had never felt such an intense wave of need in his life or afterlife for that matter than what he felt the moment Charles waited on his knees, with his mouth wide open.

"Goodness," Edwin swallowed. He circled the leash once again around his hand. It wouldn't pull Charles closer but it made the leather more tense, just like how Edwin was. His other hand went to take himself, stuttering a breath when his cold fingers touched hot skin. He moved closer just a bit, and put the tip of his cock on the tip of Charles's tongue but did nothing else. He was trembling as he savored the sensation and the sight. It was one of the most erotic things he had experienced. If he wanted, he could just tilt his hips forward and take what was offered, and goodness if that wasn't tempting.

"Lick m- lick it," Edwin stuttered, feeling the hottest burn on his cheeks at the order.

[just_aces]

Charles swallowed hard as the leash went taut, the thought that Edwin might use it to pull him closer, or might keep him in place while Edwin himself moved forward was enough to send a thrill down his spine in the best way and he didn't take his eyes off of Edwin's face as he dragged the flat of his tongue up across the tip of Edwin's cock, just one slow pass up and back down to where it had been resting in the first place.

That was apparently all he was going to do at the moment, and the fact that he was still cheeky enough to follow Edwin's requests to the letter and no further was a good indication that even with his own undeniable interest, he wasn't yet overwhelmed enough to lose himself to what was going on.

It might happen soon enough, but for the time being he was going to tease as much as he was allowed.

[uptightboy]

The tense intake of breath when Charles started to move his tongue, and the low whimper that left Edwin when he stopped was absolutely pathetic. But Edwin was too busy not to do something even he would regret. His body was tense, his mind was blank aside from one terribly primal thought at the bratty way Charles seemed to follow orders. It is useless to add that he was throbbing against Charles's idle tongue.

This time, Edwin pulled the leash and Charles with it.

"More," he demanded in a low voice. "Show me what your mouth can do, Rowland."

[just_aces]

It was the timbre of Edwin's voice as much as the order that had Charles' breath catching again, swallowing reflexively, something that had his tongue dragging against the crown of Edwin's cock again, if briefly.

His eyes dipped partway closed, but he didn't let his gaze move from Edwin's face as he finally leaned forward, just enough to actually close his lips around the head of Edwin's cock, giving a half-teasing pull of suction, testing out the weight of him there.

That, however, whether it was the taste or the warmth of Edwin's skin against his tongue or the realization of what they were doing finally hitting him -or most likely some combination of the three- was enough to have his eyes dipping closed completely, just for a moment a soft, needy sound caught in the back of his throat for a moment before it finally escaped, another shiver sliding down his spine as it did, eyes flicking back up to Edwin's face again as he relaxed his jaw once more.

He took only a moment to slide his tongue back and forth against the underside of Edwin's shaft, inching himself further down before sucking again, and that was when his eyes went completely unfocused, moaning hungrily again as he began sucking in earnest, wholly focused on his task.

A task that was, apparently, trying to swallow Edwin down completely, and briefly frustrated with himself that he couldn't quite manage it.

[uptightboy]

Edwin's lips parted as he was watching Charles in awe. The way his gaze flickered up at him, then it went unfocused as he started to take Edwin deeper. The way his mouth stretched around Edwin's cock, and the sensation of his tongue against heated spectral skin... Once again, Edwin thought that this was a moment during which poetry would born if he was a poet. But he wasn't. He was just a ghost, a boy, with love and desire for this boy kneeling in front of him.

Edwin's hand held the leash tight, but his other hand went to Charles's hair. Not to tug it just yet but for grounding.

"Good-" Edwin stuttered as Charles slowly started to take him, his empty breath left him as he felt the sucking. Oh goodness, he wasn't going to last like this... And then Charles went for it. Edwin trembled, holding onto Charles's hair for dear afterlife. "Bloody hell," he panted, as with each movement, each swipe of Charles's tongue a wave of lust crashed into him; it made him want more and more and more. "Charles, oh, Charles..." It took every drop of his willpower not to push his hips forward but to let Charles work.

[just_aces]

He shifted himself upwards just a little at that hand in his hair, eyes dipping closed completely once more because he had to take one of his senses out if he was actually going to be able to focus on what he was doing.

The stuttering praise warmed him through as much as Edwin's hand in his hair did, urging him on and it was only a moment more, reading the tension practically radiating off of Edwin at the moment, before he lifted a hand, sliding it up along Edwin's thigh, squeezing gently before curling at Edwin's hip. He went still for a moment, calculating, tongue still stroking in an easy down and back against Edwin's cock, swallowing reflexively again even though he knew he didn't actually need to, making another low, hungry sound at the feeling of Edwin's cock heavy against the back of his tongue.

Apparently having come to a decision he settled, fingers kneading at Edwin's hip, working his jaw a moment before managing to open his mouth a little further, which was when his eyes fluttered open again, blinking slowly up at Edwin as he gave an encouraging little tug with that hand on his partner's hip, he knew Edwin needed to move, and he was reasonably sure he was prepared to handle that.

[uptightboy]

If Charles was pretty before, in Edwin's eyes, he was absolutely gorgeous with his cock in his mouth. With his eyes closed and completely lost in his task to take Edwin as deep as he could. Edwin had no idea he could fall in love deeper... but here he was. He was sure that if he was alive, he was about to die again, and the reason would be Charles and his mouth.

And then there it was. The small tug. The look. Edwin's knees trembled when he realized what Charles just signaled to him.

"Oh, you beautiful boy, you," Edwin whispered, barely realizing he was speaking out loud. His mind was somewhere else. His mind was already thinking ahead; about the way how Charles's mouth would feel if he took advantage of it. If he used it for his own pleasure... "Do tell me if it is too much," Edwin said, licking his lips. It was maybe the last coherent thought he had. Because the moment he finally gave into the urge to move his hips, to be the one to slide his cock into Charles's mouth, it felt like everything went blank. His body was on fire as he was trying to start slow, for both of their sakes. Small thrusts first but then he got bolder, and went deeper.

[just_aces]

Charles was still coherent enough to make a soft noise of acknowledgement at that statement. It was only three, maybe four thrusts before he remembered that he didn't actually have to breathe, though it still took a moment for that to sink in so that he could relax himself further, swallowing hard and deliberate the next time Edwin rocked forward.

It was enough to have him freezing again just briefly because it was almost too much, but he just groaned again a moment later, going slack once more as he tried to shift himself forward again, prepared to take Edwin further still if he could, though it was already a stretch, which was why he focused on curling his tongue back and forth against the underside of Edwin's cock, doing what he could to keep his tongue extended and firm, something to add another layer of sensation, fingers kneading at Edwin's hip again, encouragement and reassurance and really just a way of grounding himself all at once.

[uptightboy]

Edwin's eyes fell closed as he went on. Oh, this was new. He couldn't feel his legs anymore and he hoped it wouldn't mean he was going to collapse. Because all he could feel was pleasure engulfing him every time he moved. When Charles froze Edwin held back, he waited either for a sign to stop or to continue. And it was torture. But he noted how far he could go and nothing stopped Edwin from there.

Small, hungry moans broke from his throat the more he moved, the more he took Charles's mouth - making it his. As if the whole boy wasn't his already. Edwin shook his head a little to get rid of all those ugly thoughts of possessiveness but it didn't seem to do much.

"Charles," he breathed without air and dropped the boy's leash, only to get a grip on his collar. Edwin's fingers held onto it tight and almost manic as he set a pace. "Y- You are doing so well, you are... Charles, you... are amazing." Once again, Edwin barely noted he was rambling. All he knew was that he was getting closer to his peak.

[just_aces]

That praise, even as disjointed as it was, warmed Charles through just as much as the knowledge that he was the one who'd caused the absolute fracturing of Edwin's usual control.

It was only when Edwin took hold of the collar instead of the lead that those barely-suppressed feelings of possessiveness washed over him, and he just keened, high and wanting and insistent. The fact that Edwin wanted him that badly despite knowing that Charles was his was enough to have Charles redoubling his efforts, the need to be good for Edwin welling up in him in a way he couldn't frame or explain.

He felt his jaw lock as Edwin arched forward again, and was dimly aware that were he still living that would ache like hell later, and might somehow still manage now just with the memory that it should, but at the moment he wasn't thinking of that, he was only thinking of keeping his hold on Edwin's hip, keeping him buried deep, swallowing around him in a way he hadn't managed with anyone before -he'd always needed to breathe before- as if he might actually be able to swallow Edwin whole.

[uptightboy]

Edwin's broken moan sounded like something between a laughter and sob. He couldn't stop. Not anymore. Not with the way Charles keened and took him so well, so deep... Edwin felt his throat, his tongue, he could feel Charles swallow around him. It was insane. It was addicting. With each thrust, with each movement Edwin was further away from control.

"Charles..." he called, almost as if for help. But there was no helping him. It was the last warning Charles would get.

The way Edwin's peak crushed into him felt almost the same like getting torn apart. It hurt in the sweetest way. It was high and intense and Edwin was half-convinced he would have chocked on his own breath with the way he couldn't stop moaning Charles's name.

[just_aces]

Charles was dimly aware of the fact that he'd lifted his other hand from his own thigh to curl over Edwin's where it gripped the collar, fingers slotting easily between his partner's, palm pressed to the back of Edwin's hand, keeping him from letting go, needing that additional connection himself.

He could feel the echo of Edwin's pleasure, realizing belatedly that he'd been half-hard himself for a while already, he'd been too focused on what he'd been doing to even register his own desire, and it wasn't enough to do anything more than add another comforting layer to the whole thing as he continued swallowing, heavy and reflexive, around Edwin's cock in his throat. There was a brief flash of regret that he wouldn't actually be able to taste Edwin's spend like this, but it was only a momentary flash and one that was washed away by the feel of Edwin filling his senses otherwise.

[uptightboy]

Edwin thought it was going to last forever. He thought he was going to stop existing the moment his pleasure dropped. It was unbelievable, and hot, and nothing like anything he had felt before. His hips thrusted, trembling as he felt Charles hold onto his hand. And he was still coming. Right down Charles's throat.

As Edwin opened his eyes he felt tears in them from how intense he had felt. He was half aware that his lungs would have been burning if he had any. For a moment he was frozen, just trying to get back into reality. Just trying to arrive back into his spectral body. He looked down, seeing Charles still having him in his mouth, his hand holding into his on the collar. And this was the first time it occurred to Edwin that how strained he must have felt. With a slow movement he pulled out but heavens help him the sight of his spent, wet cock sliding out of his lover's mouth was a sight he didn't expect to be so erotic. A last wave of pleasure ran through him, making him drop some of his cum over Charles's lower lip. And goodness, Edwin wanted some of that on the collar too.

His free hand moved before he could stop it. Rubbing the nectar over Charles's lip then making a trail down on his chin and jaw to the collar. Edwin's half-lidded eyes were full of pride as he looked at Charles in front of him.

"Charles, dearest, my love," Edwin whispered as he dropped onto his knees, trembling as the aftermath of his orgasm still held his body hostage. He didn't let go of the collar, or Charles's hand as he moved closer to kiss his lips. "This was... I have no words, I- Charles, oh, you are a marvel."

[just_aces]

Charles was fairly well blissed himself even despite the fact that he hadn't gotten anything more than half-hard himself and certainly hadn't climaxed, the echo of Edwin's right along with Edwin's solid presence both around and -for the time being- in him was enough.

He gave a little half-aborted hiccup of breath-swallow-movement as Edwin finally slipped free, head tilting up again so he wouldn't lose any of it, and his tongue dipped out too late to catch that last droplet as Edwin had already tracked it down over his skin and onto the collar and that definitely made him feel some kind of way, and it was hard to say if the feelings were fully his own or if there was some echo of Edwin's there as well, and more than that he found that he didn't care either way, he was just going to enjoy the feelings for what they were whether they were wholly his own or not.

His brow furrowed when Edwin's face was suddenly that much closer, blinking slowly at the tumble of words, only catching the cadence and not the meaning and then Edwin was kissing him again and that was even better, because he could just lean into that with a soft, hungry sound in his throat, swaying forward as Edwin drew away again, still blinking slowly at the praise.

[uptightboy]

Edwin kissed Charles a few more time because how could he not? He loved him, he was so proud of him, he was the most important person in his afterlife. Some part of him also wanted to know how he tasted in Charles's tongue but, right, they couldn't have everything. The way Charles looked, however, was almost enough to make up for it.

"Come, here," Edwin whispered and sat back, pulling Charles into his arms and against his chest. He leaned his back against the desk as he held Charles, peppering him with kisses and praises.

"You did so well, I am so, so proud of you, Charles," Edwin said gently. "I love you," he added, in a small smile. He didn't need Charles to talk now. He figured he needed rest after what they had just done. It was intense, and Edwin was aware he wasn't gentle. If Charles had a body, he may be in pain right now. Edwin closed his eyes and laid some extra kisses on Charles's chin and jaw, as if wanting to thank them for their hard work. "You were so good to me," he said as one if his hands were stroking Charles's thigh.