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]

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."

[uptightboy]

As Charles nuzzled at his shoulder Edwin laughed too and put his arm around his head. Randy spellcaster... If they were technical about it, he was now one too.

"You should have, yes!" Edwin chuckled kissing into Charles' messy curls fondly. Though, when Charles mentioned the girls at that infamous place he huffed. For the longest time, he was not entirely friendly with those girls. They did a few jobs for them, and they were always too friendly with Charles. Because everyone always loved him, that was true, but something about girls liking him was... well, now Edwin knew what were the underlying causes for his frustrations.

"Indeed," he said at last. "We could never figure out what to ask of them," he agreed. But going to them asking for... for a cock ring, goodness. Even if it was indeed the most suitable place... well, it was glad that Charles was laying with him, naked, with his collar and all, otherwise Edwin wouldn't have considered this ridiculous idea at all. 

[just_aces]

Charles couldn't help the fresh laugh that simmered out of him, shaking his head again and leaning in to nudge his brow against Edwin's again, "Obviously we won't ask them specifically, bloody weird thing to ask, especially after this long."

He shook his head, propping his head up on one elbow so that he could actually look down at Edwin from far enough away to be able to see his face, hand still pressing here and there against his thigh and hip and side, "Could just ask them if if there's any similar establishments about. Not like we've really made much point of fitting in with the community ourselves, yeah? I mean, not outside of the agency and vendors at the Floating Market," of whom they had quite a few acquaintances, "so maybe it's about time we started to." A soft snort of a laugh, "Asking the dancers about where to find a sex shop is probably a weird place to start, but we've got to start somewhere, right?"

[uptightboy]

Edwin watched Charles in silence as he propped up. Was he getting more handsome by the minute or was it just Edwin? He almost missed what he was saying as he was just eying him.

"I believe the community has also gathered some ideas about our nature ever since the ball," Edwin warned. He did notice some looks and remarks from the vendors ever since then. So he wasn't entirely keen on starting to engage with the community on that note but. Especially not finding a... a sex shop for ghosts... but Charles was charming, and Edwin was indeed a little adventurous. Maybe it was indeed time they started to experiment. "We shall pay them a visit then, next time have business nearby."

[just_aces]

Charles just smiled again, hand sliding up Edwin's arm, "Caught you looking." Apparently he'd noticed the delay in Edwin's response, but it amused him more than anything else.

He did nod at the rest, "They've had some ideas even before we had 'em, though. That's what's called a lucky guess, innit?" He was clearly amused by the whole situation, but then, that was how he'd been about that kind of assumption when he was alive, too, the fact that it was actually true now didn't change that.

"And I'm just saying, couldn't hurt to get to know our metaphorical neighbors, yeah? Couldn't hurt to get word out that we're local detectives, not just detectives." Truthfully he wasn't really sure what the difference was, but he knew that 'friendly neighborhood Spider-Man' tended to go over better than outside assistance from The Avengers, as it were. People liked to know who they were working with was what it came down to.

His smile emerged again, fingers kneading at Edwin's hip once more, just because he could, and maybe a little bit to stir him again, "But that's for later. Right now we've still got a whole checklist of places right here in the office to use, don't we?"

[uptightboy]

Edwin had no idea why he felt flustered about being caught staring, especially after what they had done! He supposed it was a force of habit...

"I suppose," Edwin huffed. He still wasn't a people person. And to know that they may have to engage with a whole community just because of being 'metaphorical neighbours' made him shiver. But he got where Charles was coming from and maybe some information gathering could get easier if they were more known around London.

"Why, indeed," Edwin said covering Charles' hand on his hip because it did things to him that he could not ignore anymore. "I presume you still wish to do it by the window," he added quietly.

[just_aces]

That suggestion had a delicious kind of shiver coiling down Charles' spine, because while he hadn't been going to suggest that first, the fact that Edwin had done was the best kind of surprise.

Not that Charles was going to make it easy for him, just rolling Edwin more fully back again and swinging a leg up over his hips, sitting comfortably astride them as he slid both hands up Edwin's chest, "Not what I was going to say, but I do obviously, and your idea definitely sounds better than mine."

[uptightboy]

It was almost magic how easily Edwin's hands slipped on Charles' thighs as he straddled his hips. The new angle was certainly doing things to him, especially with Charles' hands on his chest.

"I do remember you have told me about the window before, thus I supposed it is your suggestion," Edwin pointed out, trying to keep his ground. He licked his lips then. "What was your idea, then, if not that?"

[just_aces]

He couldn't help the soft laugh, both at how easily Edwin relaxed again, but also at the response, "Mentioned all the bookshelves, too, though, and that nice little corner." His head tilted a little, "Have you been keeping track of how often I've mentioned things?" The thought of Edwin being prepared to suggest the thing Charles had mentioned most often did amuse him, but he didn't really think Edwin would have been doing so.

His thighs drew a little more taut, knees pressing closer against Edwin's hips, hands stroking back down to the flat of his stomach, "Just a passing idea I'd had earlier, when you was too excited to even string two words together." His hands fanned out to cradle Edwin's waist, squeezing gently, "Thought I might like to ride you until my legs gave out, or until we'd both come, whichever one took longer."

[uptightboy]

"I pay attention, Charles, one of the fundamentals of being a detective," Edwin insisted. That he wanted to make Charles happy and thus listened to his half-thrown remarks about spots and desires was just a coincidence... Anyway.

Charles was also too close to attempt to hide any kind of reaction from him. Namely when Charles was putting his hands on places, and then talking about riding him and Edwin's cock twitching in interest... Edwin opened his mouth to say something but the image of Charles on top of him, having fun and Edwin can watch him doing it made him shut it again.

"I, hm," he cleared his throat. "Well that is, that would be, quite," he let out a shaky breath, his gaze looking over Charles again. "I believe that would be quite beautiful," he said. And closed his eyes because who says that? He meant that Charles was going to be beautiful during it and that it was going to be short because Edwin was already feeling excited about it.

[just_aces]

He'd made a quiet sound of agreement at the first answer, because he'd expected something like that, but the rest though, even the physical reaction alone was enough for Charles to know Edwin was, in fact, interested in the idea -or just in him, which was nearly the same thing- and that really would have been enough for him to continue.

But then Edwin was stumbling through an actual reply, and that had Charles grinning, the broad, sun emerging from the clouds grin that lit up his whole face, and he lifted one hand to caress Edwin's cheek, nudging gently at his jaw, "Hey now, none of that. You're not wrong. It would be beautiful because it's us." He knew Edwin had mostly meant him, but he was still used to comments like 'so pretty it hurts' being thrown around, and Edwin calling him 'beautiful' was going to take a little longer to sink in.

He shifted his hips again, getting comfortable and stroking his thumb along Edwin's cheek, "You'd let me, even. Just keep going until we're both spent. Wouldn't try to throw me off or anything." His smile tilted again, "I mean, I know you could," he reached back to squeeze one of Edwin's thighs, "wouldn't even take that much effort, but you wouldn't, you'd just let me keep going, wouldn't you?" He shook his head, pleasure and want coiling in the pit of his stomach, "I'd be riding you until you went soft just to feel it, wouldn't I?"

[uptightboy]

Edwin tilted his head into Charles' touch, nuzzling at his hand. Yes, it would be beautiful because of them. But God Charles was a dream to look at and watching him in pleasure, and he is also pleasuring himself would be... Right, Edwin started to get the poets, the painters, the lovers. He started to get it. He started to get why Charles was missing kissing.

Edwin opened his eyes but his eyelids felt heavy as he was looking up at Charles. Not like his hands that were sliding up to the boy's hips, holding onto them gently. He fit right into his palm, as if he was made for him. As if he was made to be grabbed and guided and held as he was riding him...

"Charles," Edwin said his name, half a warning half a demand. At this point he would let Charles do anything to him really. Sitting on him as if he belonged there, saying all this sweet filth... Edwin was so gone for him he could barely function anymore. When he could not bear it anymore he pushed himself up and reached for Charles, pulling him in for a kiss with one hand. "Charles, I would let you do it until you come, over and over. For the sole reason that I can watch you come undone on me."

[just_aces]

Charles debated for the barest moment, swaying back from that kiss, making Edwin actually work for it, but decided against it almost immediately as he was reeled in, hands splaying against Edwin's chest again, deepening the kiss on instinct, the way he so often did, pulling away only reluctantly, blinking slowly as Edwin continued speaking.

It was enough to get a low, half-keening noise from him, hungry and insistent. Sure, he'd just been spinning some pretty dirty images himself, but he hadn't really expected Edwin to do it back and it was enough to have him half hard again already, practically grinding against Edwin once more, sounding half-wrecked as he answered, "Yeah? You like knowing you're the reason I can't hold on anymore? That it's you pushing me over the edge?" Another shiver coiled down his spine, leaving him rocking against Edwin once more, "Fuck, I'd be so full of you by the end."