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 let out a small sigh at Charles's suggestion. He had fears about the same thing. He probably wasn't going to function properly ever with the leather leash around... and to know that they were going to attend a party with many, many guests while Charles wearing a collar was suddenly being a dangerous situation for some reason. But they may survive with the decorative leash.

"Very well, a quite sensible request," he nodded. His hand absently rubbing Charles's thigh moved slowly to his inner thigh. "Charles, you were amazing. I- I am still shaking," he said, his fingers feeling further between Charles's legs. "It makes me wish to spoil you, too."

[just_aces]

His smile tilted easily up on one side at that statement, at the fact that Edwin was clearly going to be just as effected by the leash as Charles was himself, the fact that he was still effected by what they'd just done.

However, his own breath caught just a little at the slide of Edwin's fingers against his thigh, humming softly and tilting his head up to press a kiss to the line of Edwin's jaw, since it was right there where he could, murmuring a half-teasing: "Not going to say you shouldn't." In response.

[uptightboy]

"You must teach me someday," Edwin spoke gently. "How to make you happy with my mouth," he said as he pressed his fingers against Charles's bulge. A trembling breath left him. To know that Charles was this happy to serve him... What an honor. What privilege.

Edwin's movements were slow but firm as he gave Charles a few strokes through his trousers, then went to unbutton him. He was careful and slow, wanting to feel as much as he could. Yes, this was for Charles but Edwin wanted to feel him too. He could never get enough of him. And as he slid Charles's underwear lower to take him out Edwin was hit with multiple desires at once. It felt good to be inside Charles, to have him at his mercy. And oh, how good it would feel to make him come while inside him?

Edwin's fingers slid around Charles's hardness thinking about another fantasy of taking him into his body. He shivered.

"I am truly... the most fortunate to have you," Edwin said, as he squeezed Charles, giving him one stroke, then just held him, feeling his warmth and weight for a bit.

[just_aces]

He shivered at the suggestion as much as the teasing touch, smile curling easily into place as he pressed another kiss to the corner of Edwin's jaw, voice a warm murmur in response, "I can give it a go. Probably turn out better than the boxing lessons." And really, the mental image of Edwin on his knees, for him, being instructed through something that Charles did mostly on instinct was enough to have his cock filling further.

That, along with Edwin's teasing touches in getting him free meant that his cock swayed upwards against his belly as soon as Edwin pulled his shorts down out of the way, but then those elegant fingers were wrapped around him and Charles' head rolled back against Edwin's shoulder again with a shuddering breath, one that metamorphosed into a low whine when it seemed that singular stroke was all he was going to get.

His stomach tightened, fighting the urge to just rock his hips up into Edwin's hand, but even though he was doing his best to be good and keep still, this time he had the benefit of being able to speak, which was why he turned his head, pressing the, "Please, Edwin, please." Against the arch of his partner's neck, eyes screwed shut with the effort it took to keep from moving. Not that Edwin had told him he couldn't, it was just something his mind had decided was how things were going to go.

[uptightboy]

These lessons were definitely going to be better than the boxing lessons, Edwin thought. His mouth already watered at the thought. Or maybe it was just the sight of Charles's ready cock in his hand. Only a few touches and Charles was already so eager and still so obedient, Edwin's heart rushed.

His other hand slid up to the back of the boy's neck, pressing on the collar too as he was gently holding it.

"Oh, Charles," Edwin whispered, as he went to squeeze the base of Charles's erection before making another slow stroke. "You were a good boy, I do not wish to torture you," he spoke quietly, swirling his thumb over the tip. "I shall give you anything you want," he added, coating the member before starting on a slow, but steady pace.

[just_aces]

The hand at his nape alone was enough to have another shiver sliding down his spine, cock twitching in Edwin's hold, already dripping even before the sweep of Edwin's thumb just caused him to leak outright. But more than just the touch, there was that surge of affection and even pride coming from Edwin as well, and that was enough to warm Charles through.

He knew what being wanted felt like, he'd been through that a few times when he'd still been alive, but with Edwin there was so much more to it, and he might like to pick it apart and puzzle through it sometime -like he did tinkering with anything else- but right at the moment he was just going to bask in it and enjoy Edwin's touch, groaning softly again at the slow-and-steady stroke that seemed to be setting the pace.

It was still new to him, being able to take his time with this kind of thing, and he was also pretty sure it was going to drive him mad in the best possible way.

[uptightboy]

Feeling every little shiver and tremble of Charles's body was addicting. Feeling his lips so close to Edwin's neck, his body so close to his, and his most sensitive spot in his hand... Edwin wondered when he got so lucky? This was everything he had ever dreamed of. He turned his head to press a light kiss on Charles's lips.

"Charles, you are absolutely gorgeous," he whispered between slow kisses. His hand was steady on the boy's cock. He was feeling it for himself too and at the same time he wanted to give a good time for Charles. "I'm afraid I- I will not have enough of you anytime soon," Edwin laughs breathlessly as he picks up the pace. He squeezes right under Charles's tip, before going back to stroking him gradually picking up his rhythm.

[just_aces]

He angled his chin up into that kiss, returning it belatedly, when Edwin was already drawing away, and Charles was pretty sure he was blushing at that compliment, he'd even, almost, managed to collect himself enough to reply to the statement that followed when Edwin's fingers curled tighter and that was enough to have all attempts at language fleeing his brain, instead just making a half-swallowed noise, hips rocking up into his partner's hold once before settling again.

It was perfect and Charles couldn't even pull himself together enough to say so, mostly just hoping that Edwin could tell by the way Charles was responding to his touch, cock already leaking steadily and he just groaned again at the increased pace, hips rolling upwards again before settling, thighs trembling with the effort of keeping still and letting Edwin direct the movement instead of chasing his own pleasure.

[uptightboy]

Charles still holding back, still taking Edwin's lead as so many times during their afterlife is something precious. Something Edwin will forever treasure as long as the Sun and the Moon light the skies. Edwin's fingers stroked the collar a bit before moving to Charles's neck.

"What would you do if I let you do whatever you like?" Edwin whispered, his gaze not leaving Charles's face. "I would love to see you take what you want, Charles." He felt Charles's excitement on his fingers, helping him stroke him smooth and wet, and if Edwin hadn't just had a mind-shattering orgasm a bit before he would have been in trouble. "I wish to do so many things together, so many things." Because Edwin thought he knew exactly what being addicted meant before but after this? He found a whole new definition of that word, which was scary and terribly exciting.

[just_aces]

There was another shiver as Edwin's fingers moved from the collar to his skin, brow creasing as he made himself keep still and listen to what he was being asked, but the problem was that there were too many things he wanted to do, and the fact that Edwin admitted the same didn't help with deciding even a little.

He did surge upwards again to claim another kiss, one hand sliding through Edwin's hair, getting a good hand-hold down at the roots, cradling the back of Edwin's head even as he did, deepening the kiss almost immediately. Mostly he was hoping that would help take the edge off so he could think, and it almost worked, because the first thing that fell out of his mouth once he separated from Edwin's was: "I want to rub off on you, all put together again, just want to ruck you all up like."

[uptightboy]

Edwin whimpered into the kiss. The desperation of it was delicious and he felt just a bit of guilt about thinking it was almost erotic. He kissed back, chasing Charles's tongue as he pulled away, wanting him deeper and more intense, and inside.

He barely noted that Charles was talking. But when he got it, a breathless smile pulled at his lips.

"Do it, Charles," he hissed, yanking the collar just a bit. With the same movement, the leash was gone. Not dispelled but not present, as if signing that Charles was not on a leash anymore. Letting him go, letting him run free. "Come here and take what you need," Edwin said and leaned in to seal their mouth in a kiss again. Right, his trousers may be undone, but otherwise, he was still pretty put together. All ready for Charles to ruin.

[just_aces]

Charles practically surged forward as soon as the leash was gone, like that was what he'd been waiting for without fully realizing he'd been waiting for it. There wasn't much space left between them to start with, but Charles closed it almost instantly, whining in the back of his throat, low and insistent and edged with something that was nearly a growl as his hips rocked forward, the sound transmuting into a groan at the drag of hot, damp skin against the relative cool of Edwin's shirt.

It only took him a moment, a shift in weight and angle to have himself grinding against Edwin's hip, leaking damp against Edwin's shirt-hem and the waist of those open trousers all at once. He had one hand clutching at Edwin's shoulder as if to keep him in place even while the other was still tangled in his partner's hair. Charles felt desperate, even to himself, keyed up in a way he didn't usually get.

There was another whine, burying his face against the arch of Edwin's throat, hips having settled into short, bucking movements, on edge and just hanging there, finally managing to gather himself enough for words, however muffled they were against Edwin's skin, "Tell me." Even Charles wasn't entirely sure what he was asking for, he just knew he needed to hear Edwin's voice even if he didn't strictly need permission at the moment.

[uptightboy]

Edwin always had trouble with sudden movements coming toward him, with bodies pressing him to walls or in tight places but not this time. This was Charles, the love of his afterlife. And as his body moved and pressed against his it almost felt like a miracle. Edwin had no better word for it. It felt right. And terribly erotic.

He grabbed Charles's shirt, fisting his hand in the material as he pulled him closer. He felt him rock against him in his whole body, feeling his clothes getting wet. Charles was so hard and Edwin whimpered, loving to have him against him like this. This was new. And exciting. And Edwin knew he was going to want more and more.

Charles's words were felt more rather than heard as he muffled them against Edwin's neck. Edwin released a trembling sigh. He tilted his head so his lips pressed against the other's ear.

"Come for me, Charles," he whispered, his hand sliding down on the boy's back, pressing at his lower back. "Make me proud."

[just_aces]

It was the cadence as much as anything, the feeling of Edwin's voice across his ear, the way the words settled there the same way Edwin's hand settled against the small of his back, it was perfect and too much and not enough all at once and Charles just made a half-strangled little sound as his hips jolted forward again into that perfect space he'd found, thighs pulling tight, everything pulling tight, for a moment as his senses seemed to just white out to static for a moment.

It was entirely possible, not that Charles could see it at the moment, that his own edges went a little hazy as well, briefly more non-corporeal than usual and coming back to himself a long moment later with a shudder and a wheeze, belatedly realizing that there were tears in his eyes, soaking into the collar of Edwin's shirt, managing to unstick his voice for a reassurance of: "I'm fine. Perfect, actually. Bloody brilliant, even."

[uptightboy]

Edwin could see it. The way Charles's form flickered just a bit. Just enough to almost make him worried because any other time he had seen Charles like this, it was in danger. It was in pain. But as Edwin felt the evidence of pleasure on his clothes he relaxed. He stroked Charles's back fondly, placing small kisses on his ear and jaw.

"Good," Edwin chuckled a little breathless. This boy, he wondered, could take his breath away even if he couldn't draw any. "I'm glad," he added softer, pulling Charles close to him. "I love you."

[just_aces]

Another shiver slid down his spine in the wake of Edwn's hand, not an aftershock but not really anything else, either, just curling himself closer against Edwin's side as he caught his metaphorical breath, letting himself settle again.

He couldn't help the smile that broke out at that declaration, however, angling his head up from where he'd settled it against Edwin's shoulder so that he could press a kiss to the corner of his jaw in return, "Love you, too. You know that, yeah?" He was pretty sure Edwin knew it even when Charles didn't say it, but that was part of why Charles said it as often and as openly as he did, just so there was no doubt regardless.

He grumbled softly then, nudging his brow against Edwin's shoulder before levering himself a little further upright from the boneless sprawl he'd landed in, "That was... it was a lot." It had been intense in ways he hadn't expected, but certainly didn't regret at all.

[uptightboy]

"I know," Edwin smiled, holding Charles tight for as long as he was slumped against him. He knew Charles loved him even before he said it. He knew when Charles needed to think about it. Edwin knew. But hearing it always made his heart flutter.

When Charles moved, Edwin's touch lingered on him as if he was still unable to let go. The blissed smile of his lips was still there as he was looking at Charles. Ever so slowly he was starting to come back to his senses too.

"Ah, certainly..." Edwin cleared his throat, looking down at himself. Yes, they were... a mess. A sweet mess. He shivered a little only at the memory of what they had done. Ah, what did Charles say? He couldn't fucking wait to do it again. "Quite new experiences, indeed."

[just_aces]

A quiet laugh simmered out of Charles a moment later, only barely trying to hold it in and even then it was only because he knew Edwin wouldn't know what he was laughing about until he actually managed to explain.

Which was why he stretched up and in again to press another kiss to Edwin's jaw, voice practically dripping amusement as he said: "Thank you, you know, for not pointing out that I wanted to hump your leg like an overexcited guard dog." He nudged his head against Edwin's temple before straightening again to where he could see his partner's face, "It's just..." He shook his head, chewing the inside of his cheek for a moment, "I dunno, sometimes seeing you all tucked away and put together and perfect, all I want to do is mess that up."

It was something that had been a problem even before they'd gotten together, one of the reasons he never told Edwin when his hair was mussed after a job, because he liked seeing that crack in Edwin's armor, as it were.

[uptightboy]

"Hm, you are most welcome," Edwin replied with a smirk. At that moment he couldn't even imagine anything hotter than Charles humping his leg like an overexcited guard dog. But in retrospect, it was indeed something that he had to experience rather than... talked about. Though as Charles continued he frowned a little. If ghosts could blush he would certainly be beet red at what the other was saying.

"Goodness," he whispers, setting his collar though it is quite in vain. It must be something akin to the feeling he got when he first saw Charles in a collar. But to think that Charles has such fantasies... what else would be there? "Well, then, hm, I suppose there is nothing against acting on such urges in the future, is there?" he asks with one playful eyebrow raised. He reached for Charles to pull him back for a kiss. "You can take what you want, Charles. And I shall do the same," he added.

[just_aces]

That statement, the permission and even the promise that followed, were enough to have a bolt of desire rocketing down Charles' spine, coiling in the pit of his stomach. Not enough to need to do anything about it so soon after his recent climax, but certainly enough that he noticed.

It was also what had him surging forward again, clasping Edwin's face between his hands and kissing him deep and hungry all over again, finally drawing away with a soft whine, pressing his fingers to Edwin's lips as if that might actually stop him from trying again, "This party's not going to be easy." Edwin dressed up in something fancy -or whatever the assumption of a ghost detective turned out to be- keeping him on the leash even if it was the predominantly decorative one, "Might have to pounce as soon as we get home."

[uptightboy]

With a whimper, Edwin kissed back, just as hungry. He wondered if he just brought some disaster upon them by allowing this. But he wanted it. He wanted Charles beyond logic, beyond common sense and when he had him it was incredible. Charles was incredible, and Edwin wanted more.

"Indeed, not easy, no," Edwin smiled against Charles's fingers. "But maybe, dare I say, fun?" And inspired by whatever remaining madness he still had from their activities before, he kissed Charles' fingertips gently, before taking one lick at them. "Now there is a whole new reason to attend." It was a drag, a boring, annoying event to go before. But now, with a sweet reward at the end of it? Edwin can almost say he is excited.

[just_aces]

Charles couldn't help the soft laugh at that kiss and the teasing press of Edwin's tongue against his fingers, shaking his head, smile very much in evidence, "Might be. And we'll have Crystal there to keep us in line, too, that might help keep us out of trouble." By 'us' he definitely meant himself, because he knew that of the two of them he was likely to do something that would be disapproved of far sooner and more easily than Edwin would.

His brow creased then, head tilting, "Going to have to work out something for me to wear, too, you know they'll want me to show off before it's all over." He only sort-of understood the politics of the whole thing, and just because he understood them didn't mean he had to like them, but if he was going to be himself for at least part of the evening, he'd have to come up with something that matched what Edwin was wearing.

[uptightboy]

Right, Edwin hoped that Crystal and the other guests would serve their purpose: to keep him from having his hands all over Charles all night.

Edwin leaned his head back, against the desk. He was eying Charles in silence, thinking. Yes, they needed to appear a certain way, to show who they were. It was a requirement by the coven, probably the only thing Daphne was insistent to be followed. This event was important for the current status quo, which Edwin understood more of the more they were involved with the coven.

"I believe you should look exactly what they expect: dangerous."

Charles in black and red, or gold with matching makeup. A hound walking in disguise, but barely made the effort. 

"If they want a hound we shall give them a hound," Edwin decided, then looked over himself again. He felt the blush on his cheeks but thankfully it wasn't visible. "But I do think it is work for a later time, let us get sorted first."

[just_aces]

Charles had straightened a little, though he was still sitting astride Edwin's thighs, knees bracketing his hips, and his brow creased just a little at the statement, mostly because he knew that expression -flushed or not- because that was the expression Edwin wore when he had an idea about how to do something, or how to start something even if he wasn't sure of the rest.

But when paired with the blush, that was where Charles' puzzlement and even curiosity came in and he narrowed his eyes just briefly, reaching up to tap a curled knuckle against Edwin's temple, "You've got something rattling around in there, I can tell." Charles hadn't really thought about it himself until just then, because he was well aware that he'd be a hound on a leash for most of the night, putting thought into his actual appearance really had only just occurred to him.

The follow-up, however, had him laughing softly, nodding as he lifted that hand to run his fingers through Edwin's hair, mostly putting it back to rights, "You're right, really ought to get tidied up before anything else."

[uptightboy]

With a smile, Edwin nodded.

"We may need some assistance from others but we may still be able to deliver what the coven wishes us to do in style," he said. His hands settled on Charles's hips as if wanting to feel him before they needed to get up to move on with their afterlife. However difficult it may be. He adored Charles's laugh and the way he touched him, letting this moment still stretch between them. Oh dear, how was he ever going to get things done ever again?