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]

It was as easy as anything to slot his knee between Edwin's thighs, practically licking into his mouth as Edwin kissed him back just as hungrily, and Charles had enough presence of mind to marvel at how easily the two of them just fit together, like they were made for each other.

It took him a moment to register that Edwin was speaking, and a moment more to realize just what it was he was talking about, the brief confusion in his expression melting into something entirely delighted, pushing himself up away from Edwin, not pulling away completely and not fully up to his knees, head dipping so that he could actually see what he was doing in willing his clothes away.

He ran his hand down Edwin's side, one even stroke from ribs to thigh, "You too."

[uptightboy]

As Charles moved to 'take off' his clothes Edwin also tilted his head to look at him. He still had his taste in his mouth, some on his lips still, and yet when he saw his naked body he gave a hungry sound.

"I love you..." Edwin said as he found no other proper words to describe just what he felt for Charles at that moment. They all sounded either too filthy or not enough. He made a show of hooking his finger into his bowtie to tug at it as he slowly willed away his clothes. It was glad how bloody aroused he was because otherwise he definitely would have died of shame. "There is the... the..." Edwin stuttered because there was a naked Charles so close to him, and god, he wanted to have him. Anyone would have been stuttering. To try and make things better Edwin reached for Charles and pulled him into a sloppy kiss. "The oil... on the couch..." He'd left a small container of lube on the couch the other day.

[just_aces]

Charles knew exactly what it was Edwin was trying to say, mostly because he'd already found the jar during tidying the space for them while Edwin rested earlier, and hearing Edwin mention it caused the same reaction that simply finding it -and leaving it where it was- had done, which was a little thrill down his spine at the fact that Edwin was clearly planning ahead.

He hummed into the kiss, returning it in kind, sucking briefly at Edwin's lower lip as he drew away with a broad smile, "Have I mentioned how bloody hot it is that you've planned ahead for this kind of thing?" Truthfully Edwin's competence in most things had always been something of a turn-on, it had just been cranked up higher once Charles had realized his own feelings and they'd started exploring the more physical aspect of their relationship.

He did shift up onto his knees, though didn't fully move from where he was, leg still solidly placed between Edwin's, keeping himself balanced otherwise as he twisted to grab the jar from where it had slid between the cushions, just rolling it between his palms as if that might actually warm it, "Where d'you want me?"

[uptightboy]

Edwin smiled a little breathless, a little dazed at the compliment. He may have been planning ahead, or he was just always ready to have Charles whenever they had a bit of time for themselves. It was getting ridiculous if he was honest but he could not stop it. He leaned back and watched as Charles was reaching for the container and by god he was gorgeous. Edwin let his gaze roam on the boy's body, on all the parts he loved, and kissed, all the parts he just had a taste of... He loved it all. He loved it the more he got access to it.

He was staring at Charles so intently and trying to rein in his arousal that he almost missed the question. It took Edwin a moment or two to process it.

"Under me," Edwin said, his voice thick with desire. With a lick of his lips, he sat up and put his hand on Charles' chest, pushing him to sign him to lie down.

[just_aces]

Charles let himself be pushed, though he ended up leaning against the couch with Edwin all but plastered against his chest, and that was fine too, since it meant he could lean in for another kiss, shifting the jar to one hand and snaking the other around Edwin's waist, drawing him close.

He drew away from the kiss again far too soon for his liking, but he had to ask: "Should I be moving up or sideways?" Realizing even as he said it that it might be too much for Edwin to figure out in his current state, he clarified, "Onto the couch or onto the floor?"

Truthfully he was fine with either, and under other circumstances, say, a quick tryst after a job wrapped up, he might have just picked one himself and gone with it, but as this was technically still part of the spell, even though the bond was absolutely solid between them again, he wanted to make sure.

[uptightboy]

The kiss was welcomed. It took some of the edge that was building up inside Edwin the more he saw Charles naked, with only the collar on him. Charles was smart enough to repeat his question because it took Edwin a moment.

"Floor, on the floor," Edwin said breathlessly, sliding his hands on Charles' waist to guide him again. The couch seemed too far from that point, even if it was just right there. Oh, how many times have they collapsed onto it after a job? How many times did Edwin whisper all the praises into Charles's neck? And how many times more it will happen? The thought itself sent a shiver down Edwin's spine.

"Spread your legs for me," Edwin said before he could stop himself, once Charles was lying down and reached to take the container from his hand.

[just_aces]

He grinned again as Edwin actually managed to answer him, keeping his arm curled around Edwin's waist even as he turned to stretch out, wriggling his shoulders a little as if he had to get comfortable there, though it was mostly just showing off now that he knew Edwin liked to look. He knew he wasn't built, not really, but the undeniable heat in Edwin's gaze was an ego boost all the same.

His smile just hitched higher at the request, passing the jar over even as he did as requested, drawing one knee up so that he could nudge it gently against Edwin's side while the other just shifted further open, his cock just laying heavy and full along the crease of his hip, already half-hard again. The other benefit to that drawn-up knee was that he'd be able to actually arch his hips into Edwin's touch, not that he was thinking that far ahead at the moment.

[uptightboy]

Edwin was sure if he was alive he would have passed out already because Charles was not making it easy for him. One could say he made it hard. Edwin swallowed thickly as Charles did as he said, pulling up one knee. He felt the strangest urge to bite into all that offered skin only to have a mark on it, his mark. Aside from the collar and his crest. But Edwin had different plans.

Always collected and precise Edwin accidentally dropped the lid of the container as he opened it the next moment. Took way much lube on his fingers too but his attention was elsewhere. Only when he felt Charles' rim around his finger he could actually focus a bit.

"Well done..." Edwin said softly, hovering over Charles as he opened him up with one finger first. At the same time he very gently tapped into their bond again, feeling it. Soon, he was up to a second finger, loving the way Charles' body was opening up for him. His other hand was stroking on the boy's torso, deliberately avoiding his cock for now.

[just_aces]

Charles, helpful as ever, picked up the lid, setting it up onto the couch so it was still within reach, but out of the way, and he did, in fact, roll his hips up into that first too-slick touch, the sensation sending a shiver skidding up his spine, starting a low-pleased growl rolling in his chest, just watching Edwin through half-closed eyes, only for that sound to stutter to a halt, dissolving into a quiet moan in response to both the praise and the way Edwin leaned into the bond again.

That was enough to have Charles shifting half-restlessly, pressing closer while trying to keep still, apparently -as he occasionally did- having given himself some sort of rule that Edwin hadn't voiced, and given the way he tensed and then relaxed under the pass of Edwin's hand it was most likely just to keep still until told otherwise.

[uptightboy]

Edwin could feel the growls and the whines under his palm, and around his fingers too. It was so bloody hot, he once again struggled to keep a hold on their bond. He noted how Charles was so well behaved and tried to keep still.

"Very good, Charles," Edwin whispered, scissoring his fingers, curling them as he pulled them out. Then he was back with a third finger, his breath coming short.

His other hand slid down on Charles' side, to his raised thigh, stroking possessively. Edwin's gaze grew a little unfocused as he once again concentrated a little more on their bond. He could feel Charles' own magic with it but he wanted to see if he could feel him in a more material way. Well, as material as they could get. If he could feel Charles with a new set of senses, namely his magic, and if he could pleasure him with it. Edwin could feel it surge a few times before when they were connected and he wanted to see if he could do it with purpose.

"Are you ready for me?" Edwin asked when he felt his fingers slide with ease in and out of Charles and took the container again. Giving a hungry sound as he stroked himself with a wet fist his gaze didn't leave the other boy.

[just_aces]

Charles had already been nodding eagerly before Edwin even finished the question, that drawn-up thigh tensing as if he wanted to rock up into Edwin's touch again, but he managed to keep from doing so, even though it sent that thigh and his stomach tensing again. After all, he'd already been praised twice for keeping still in the face of that utterly delicious sensation, and he could do it again. It hadn't yet been enough to overwhelm him, but it was definitely something he wanted more of, especially as Edwin was apparently intent on touching him in any and every way possible.

He'd felt his own magic, raw and instinctive as it was, surging forward in response to Edwin's concentration on the bond, the way it did when he was actively casting, and although Charles wasn't yet sure what it was Edwin was doing -or if it was simply for the added sensation- he trusted his partner enough not to question it.

His voice was just a little breathless when he spoke, though warm and backed with that growl still curling in his chest, "Yeah, m'ready. Been ready, haven't I?" He didn't think Edwin had been teasing on purpose, simply being thorough, but Charles' own cock was already heavy and full again, straining upwards against his belly.

[uptightboy]

"Yes," Edwin whispered involuntarily as Charles answered. He took a moment to look him over once again. Charles on his back, naked and ready and aroused, with his collar, right in front of Edwin for the taking. It was mesmerizing. Edwin swallowed and grabbed Charles' thigh to hold it as he positioned himself by his entrance. 

All his breath, as useless as it was, escaped him when he felt the wet warmth of the other boy. Oh, and Charles welcomed him so eager, so well, so good into him that Edwin was tempted, so tempted to just ravish him then and there. And he may... But he kept his pace slow as he worked himself further in, enjoying every inch he got.

When Edwin couldn't thrust further in he pressed their hips more together, and leaned in to kiss Charles. Only then did he note how he was shivering in all his body. But being welcomed by Charles, being inside him was a dream. It felt like home, it felt erotic, obscene. And Edwin loved every second of it.

"You are taking me so well, Charles," Edwin moaned, kissing Charles' lower lip. "Do you trust me?" he asked, and at the same time he tugged at their bond again.

[just_aces]

Charles' hips did lift to meet Edwin's movement, only that hand on his thigh keeping him from hooking that leg across the back of Edwin's to keep him penned in close.

As it was, he just arched the best he could as Edwin slid forward, his head rolling back against the floor at the sensation, he could feel Edwin in him and over him and was nearly overwhelmed just by all the places they were touching, it was enough to leave his head spinning a little, breath hitching in his chest.

He lifted his head again to return that kiss, one hand sliding up against the back of Edwin's neck, kneading for a moment before running his fingers up through his hair, nails scratching against his scalp to keep him from moving away again too quickly. He shivered again at the additional praise and it took him a moment to process the question, nodding and leaning up to claim another kiss, forcing himself to keep it quick, "Yeah, 'course I do. Always."

[uptightboy]

Edwin didn't need to breathe but when he felt Charles' hand at the back of his neck, then his words, his kiss... his breath hitched. His lips were parted on kisses he wanted to give, on words he wanted to say to Charles but all he could do was press them against the boy's neck, right under the collar. Edwin was fighting with his body to stay in control; because he wanted to give it up. He wanted to take Charles, he wanted to fuck into him until they both came and some more and more and more until there was nothing but them and god the thought made him stutter a helpless sound from his chest.

"Good," Edwin said in a low voice, guttural and almost animal-like. He closed his eyes, feeling them burn from the effort to keep a cooler head. But when he rolled his hips he felt himself slipping. He caught the end of his hungry moan to say the first word of the spell. It was a different one, one he hadn't practiced as much as the collar spell but had a fairly good grasp on it. The leash.

It was madness, Edwin knew. All of this was. He was buried in Charles to the hilt and instead of choking on kisses, he was choking on words of a spell. Barely pulling out, Edwin rolled his hips with each word, with each tug of their shared magic to draw it up, to create the leash just like he did that first time. And yet it was different. It was more chaotic and raw and terribly stupid but he couldn't stop now, not when it felt so, so sweet and so good...

[just_aces]

Another spell was not what he'd expected to follow that question, and it only took him a moment to realize which one it was, mostly by the way his own magic curled forward to join the flow of Edwin's, reinforcing the spell as if to ensure that it was something that went both ways the same as the bond did.

Part of him realized that right now was an absolutely insane time to attempt it, but the rest of him was fully onboard, the jolt of arousal and want that coursed through him was almost painful, pretty sure he felt the throb of it in his whole body and not just his cock.

He managed to settle the scrape of his fingers against Edwin's scalp into something steady and rhythmic as if that might help him remember the words and the cadence of the spell, but oh he wanted to bear down against him, roll his hips more firmly against Edwin's, maybe even roll them both over completely so that he could ride Edwin until they were both spent and his legs were shaking from it, and that was something he tucked away to suggest later, too caught up in the sensations of the moment to try putting it into words.

[uptightboy]

When Edwin felt that strong wave of arousal wash over them he almost thought he had gone too far. That this was too much for both of them. He was still moaning the words and forming the leash but he couldn't stop now. He closed his eyes and pressed his cheek against Charles' chest chanting the spell. Magic and desire and pleasure mixed in him, around them, in his hand, at the point where they were connected... It was the most insane dance Edwin had ever participated in.

He was so hard and so ready that his words trembled as they left his lips. His hand shivered, his body was so ready to claim Charles. His magic too. It was almost painful. But then he felt the leash in his hand, he felt all the parts of it slide into place until they were finally connected on yet another level.

"Charles..." Edwin groaned and it died in a breathless laugh. Almost in a manic way. He held the end of the leash in his hand, looking like worn leather but much stronger. Edwin tugged at it without even thinking. "Good boy," he moaned, kissing Charles' chest, and felt around for the lube with his free hand.

[just_aces]

The sound Charles made started as a laugh in response, relieved and delighted and feeling more whole than he had in ages, even before the bond had snapped, and that was something he'd have to actually think about later, when he was capable of thinking at all instead of just feeling, because the just feeling was marvelous and he wasn't ready to give it up just yet.

The tug at the leash was enough to have that laugh dissolving into a hitched moan, and the praise that went with it sent the sound right into keening, finally giving into the urge to rock his hips up against Edwin's, clenching around him as he did, using the hand in his hair to drag him back up into a hungry, nipping kiss, breathing gone ragged and whining as he did, overwhelmed and on edge even despite the fact that he was working his way back up from his earlier orgasm.

[uptightboy]

Edwin moaned Charles' name into his mouth as they kissed, unable to stop his hips anymore. No human, no living could last this long, there was no way... Not with the way Charles was clenching around him, and bucking up into him.

"Charles, you are a wonder..." Edwin managed to get some lube on his hand and grabbed the boy's hardness. He winced at the fact that he wasn't entirely gentle with him, clumsy even as he coated Charles with as much lube as he could. "You are so good, you are doing so well," Edwin was rambling and barely realized it as he was working. He was set on the task more than to care. When he deemed Charles wet enough he grabbed the leash and lead it around Charles' cock, squeezing. Not too tight but enough to make him feel it.

"I- I want to feel you come, Charles, can you do that for me?" Edwin asked, his hands already grabbing the leash he put around the boy and started stroking him with it. "I am- I am so close, so close Charles but I want to... please..." Edwin breathed, as his hips snapped against Charles', starting on a relentless, heavy pace not entirely out of his own will. His control was slipping, he saw stars at how hard he was and how turned on he was.

[just_aces]

He was only half-registering what Edwin was saying, mostly just soaking in the cadence of it, the way he seemed to be stuttering as badly as Charles felt he would if he even tried to speak at the moment, overwhelmed in the best kind of way.

He shuddered again, another whine spooling free at the too-slick slide of Edwin's hand on him, the whine stuttering off into a half-strangled noise at the tug and press of the leash there a moment later. That was definitely enough to get his attention, blinking up at Edwin, practically having to force himself to bring the other boy into focus again, brow creasing as he tried to actually pull together the words Edwin was saying.

The weight of the request hit him in almost the same moment that Edwin's hips jolted forward unexpectedly and all Charles could do was whine again, keening and hungry and utterly unable to resist, it was barely another thrust, another stroke of the lead and Edwin's fingers, another ragged breath before he was tumbling over the edge again, hips arching, legs locked around Edwin's waist, hand still tangled in his hair, holding tight down at the roots.

He was left shaking with the force of it, too far gone in the sensation to even realize that he'd left spend spattered halfway up his chest, probably would have been surprised and amused even if he had realized it, but as it was he was just drowning in sensation at the moment.

[uptightboy]

Somewhere in the middle of Charles' orgasm Edwin finally lost all his control and all his focus. He could feel the boy tighten around him, he could feel his cock pulse in his hand, under the leather of the leash. And it was enough to chase his own pleasure that he tried to hold back for so long. And Edwin had to realize that he had not experienced all kinds of pain. Because when he finally reached his release it was almost painful. He gave a sound between a sob and a moan, mixed with Charles' name and praises he could not even say properly.

At one point Edwin wasn't even sure if he was still coming or not, his high was so high and so long he could not gather himself for a bit.

When Edwin felt he could at least move, he waved away the leash, releasing Charles from it. Then he pulled out but didn't go far; he moved to kiss Charles again and again. It was with less urgency than during their session, almost apologetic too.

"Thank you," Edwin whispered when he found his voice, no matter how hoarse it sounded. "Oh, Charles, you... I love you." His hand stroked the boy's chest, feeling the mess and he smiled into the kiss. "Thank you for bearing with me."

[just_aces]

Charles wasn't even sure he was fully corporeal for a few long moments, but he could still feel Edwin right there with him, so it probably wasn't terribly urgent to figure out whether he was or not.

He hummed, something almost curious at the thanks, though he tilted his head up into the kiss, returning it as best he could, quiet and content and shifting a little beneath Edwin, hand finally disentangling from his hair to slide down his back instead, catching gently at his hip to tug him closer again.

It took him a moment more to find his voice in the face of that gratitude, nuzzling up against Edwin's temple, finally managing to dislodge his voice from where it had caught, "'Course. Because you was here with me, too." Another warm smile and a quick kiss to the corner of Edwin's mouth, "What made you think of with that bit with the lead? Just trying to christen the new one properly?"

[uptightboy]

Pressing close to Charles's side, draping an arm around his middle, Edwin finally feels like he could settle. That they were bonded, for real, again. His hair was a mess, his whole existence was a mess but that didn't matter. What mattered was that he finally felt like he could breathe. Kind of.

He was ready to just exist when Charles stated the question. And Edwin was finally thinking through his actions, after gaining some clarity. And he felt his cheeks burn.

"I..." he cleared his throat. Truly, what had possessed him to do such an act? "Definitely not that, no, I..." he stuttered. "I suppose I wished for you to feel it. To, um," he closed his eyes. "To think about it when... when you wear it. I did not wish to startle you."

[just_aces]

Charles' grin just spread at that blush and the realization that Edwin hadn't been planning the move, because the thought that Edwin had done something like that on a whim was even better than the reasoning for it, though that was excellent as well, and he just rolled over onto his side, arm curling more closely around Edwin's waist, leg slotting between Edwin's again, keeping them pressed close, "Wasn't a startle, not a bad one, it was bloody brills is what it was."

He hummed, considering as he caressed the jut of Edwin's hip, mostly just trying to sort out what he wanted to say in a way that wouldn't make him blush and wouldn't potentially scare Edwin off from trying, "There's... Well it's not jewelry really, but accessories, I suppose. Cock ring, it's meant to keep a person hard longer, make it harder to come." He shrugged, "Not really sure it would work on ghosts, don't have the blood-flow that's usually how those work." A soft laugh, "And not that either of us have had that issue just yet." A little shake of his head, pressing another quick kiss to the corner of Edwin's mouth, "Something to think about for later, that's all."

[uptightboy]

Edwin closes his eyes for a moment, relieved that he didn't scare Charles. Because he isn't sure he himself wouldn't be startled if something like that happened... then again, he would trust Charles with it. He goes with Charles, pressing close and stroking his side too, unable to move away for now. Maybe ever.

"Accessories," he repeated with a slight clear of his throat. "A... a cock ring..." he tasted the word and honestly he didn't exactly like it. The word. But the function... well. He truly didn't see the point of it as of yet but... knowing that there were tools, well, accessories, that... was a thing. Something he definitely needed to process. "I... presume if there is a leash for ghosts, there could be, um, ways to... make such accessories work," he stuttered. Maybe the leash itself could be used for some of the things. Oh dear. Edwin truly didn't think this through at all. He was...it was just the heat of the moment. All he wanted was to take Charles, make him his and make him his well...

[just_aces]

He couldn't help but grin at hearing 'cock ring' in Edwin's clipped-posh accent, but he nodded at the rest of the musing that followed, fingers kneading gently at Edwin's hip, dragging down his thigh and back up again, wanting to keep touching, remind himself what was Edwin and what was himself, not that it much mattered, really.

"Yeah, bet there's someone who's figured it out, really randy spellcaster or something." He couldn't even say that without laughing, just a little, shaking his head and leaning in to nudge his brow against Edwin's shoulder, that laughter gusting against the other boy's collarbone again, "Sorry, should've thought about that before I said it." He lifted his head again, "You know, the girls from that place on the Strand might know where to start looking."

The place was, officially, a theater, and during the day still operated as one, local productions, mostly, but the back rooms, mostly walled off during a series of re-buildings and refurbishings after the War, were reasonably well known among London's supernatural community as a peep show, not just ghosts, but primarily so, "And the matron still owes us a favor for the thing with the banshee back in '97."