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 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."

[uptightboy]

Edwin parted his lips but no words escaped them as he listened to Charles. He nodded and nodded along as if he was just mimicking that movement but in reality, he was starting to get excited again. At this point, he was even considering magic to help seeing just how long Charles could actually last on him, or how many times he could come. If he let Charles ride him, it would be him in control, as long as Edwin let him, and oh, he would let him...

"Yes," Edwin said, though not even sure to what. To confirm that he loved to be the reason for Charles' pleasure? That he loved to know that there would be proof of him inside the other? As if he wasn't claimed by Edwin already, so many times, in so many ways... And yet, there was still more.

Edwin's hand slid lower from Charles' nape, down his back, to land on his butt. He pulled him closer to his torso, helping him rock against him for now. Oh, this was dangerous. They just finished a round and they were already about to go into another one... Edwin wondered just how addicted they were, or how much gone he was for Charles. He always thought he grasped the depth of it but apparently not yet. So he just pulled Charles in for another set of kisses, his hand moving further to feel his rim with his fingertips.

[just_aces]

Charles knew this was probably a bad precedent to set, that usually their couplings were sort of one-and-done, because they had other things to focus on. But he also knew they didn't have anything else to worry about just at the moment, and more than that, they'd have time to recover after -if they needed it- before returning to business as usual.

Which was why he just returned that string of kisses, barely breaking between them before pressing another to Edwin's lips or jaw or throat, which was where his face was buried as Edwin's fingers brushed his rim again, still sensitive from their first round, the touch was enough to elicit a shuddery little moan, but he rocked back into the feeling all the same.

He latched onto Edwin's throat then, apparently intent on sucking a mark there if he could manage it, even while he scrabbled along the couch with one hand to find the jar. Edwin wasn't going to need much, not with Charles still open and pliant from before, but he was pretty sure this position and angle would allow Edwin deeper, and he wanted to make sure that was going to be comfortable for both of them.

[uptightboy]

Oh indeed, this was a bad precedent. This wasn't good. They couldn't just spend all day on the floor, being inside each other, that was insane. But Edwin was too busy moaning all too loudly when he felt Charles latch onto his throat.

"Charles," Edwin called his name like a prayer, his hips bucking up subconsciously. He angled his head, tilting it so Charles had more space to work with. They knew marks didn't stay too long on spectral skin, not even the ones they made. But the collar stayed. The leash stayed. And that should have been enough. His finger slipped past Charles' entrance just enough to feel him, to know that he was there before and he was going back again. That it was wet and warm for him, by him. Edwin choked on a moan again at that thought.

[just_aces]

Oh he liked that tone, he liked that tone a lot, it was enough to stir him closer to the Hound's instincts, which was what had him latching down on Edwin's collarbone just that much more firmly, tongue pressing against the trapped skin, muffling another moan there.

It was a position he held until he actually caught hold of the jar he'd been looking for, and that was when he grinned, finally letting go of that tooth hold and using the hand on Edwin's chest to lever himself upright again, though that hand slid up to thumb at the already-fading mark he'd left. His voice was rough when he spoke, the Hound's happy rumble rising up under the words, "Say it again."

[uptightboy]

"Charles," Edwin called. There wasn't any hesitation in it. Maybe a little impatience. He heard the rumble in Charles' voice, and he loved it. To think that he had a Hellhound on a leash, one that was devoted to him, and Edwin was to him. They were both a kind of monster, and they belonged. And all the world knew it too. 

Edwin leaned back on his elbows, watching Charles and arching into his touches. His body trembling under him with pleasure and desire, plagued by anticipation.

"Do you-" Edwin started to speak but his voice was too guttural, too deep for their own good. He was so turned on he could barely talk, other than uttering Charles' name. "Do you need a hand?" he asked, motioning toward the jar.

[just_aces]

He liked that timbre, the insistence in Edwin's tone, and he shook his head at the question, uncapping the jar easily enough, "No, it's alright, I've got this." Of course, he did have to set the jar on Edwin's chest to get the lid back on with one hand once he'd swiped a small amount of the lubricant off the surface, just setting the jar aside again once he'd gotten it closed once more.

He shifted his weight again, just enough to free Edwin's cock between them, stroking over it gently with his slicked fingers, kneading at the base for a moment before drawing his hand all the way to the tip, thumb circling the crown, "Can't very well ride you until you're spent again if you're not recovered from being spent the first time, can I?"

[uptightboy]

Edwin licked his lips, nodding as he watched Charles coat his fingers. Those long, nimble fingers he could stare at all day long, for sure. He was so focused on Charles' hands that his body bucked up when he was grabbed. He was already half-hard, and it didn't help that the previously adored hand took him like that. The sound from Edwin's throat was not dignified, especially as Charles went on stroking him. 

Charles was saying words but all Edwin could focus on was regulating his breathing that he didn't need! His lips were parted as if trying to take in more air as moans bubbled up from his throat every time Charles moved his hand. He laid his head back down on the ground, his hands resting and trembling on Charles' thighs as he was coated, hoping that the lack of visual of that obscene scene could calm him just a bit.

"Charles, I..." Edwin closed his eyes, squeezing Charles' things. "I love it when you touch me."

[just_aces]

The noise Charles made in response to that -Edwin's near-flailing, the tremor in those hands on his thighs, the statement itself- was something like a purr, deeper, rougher-edged, more of a pleased growl than anything else, knees shifting closer to pin Edwin's hips a little more securely as he gave a little twist of his wrist, a gentle wringing movement on the next upward stroke, quite enjoying the feeling of Edwin's cock growing harder in his hand, only able to imagine what the reverse was going to feel like inside him. It was enough to send another shiver down his spine, some kind of eager anticipation.

"Well then it's a good thing I love touching you, innit?" He replied, voice a warm rumble, sorely tempted to lean forward to claim another kiss, but staying where he was for the time being, there would be time for that later, once he had Edwin inside him again.

[uptightboy]

Edwin gave an eager nod, arching up into Charles' hand as much as he could as the pleasure was getting sweeter and more intense. His eyes were closed tight; it was only his hands and cock that enjoyed Charles at the moment. He was afraid more would prove to be too much.

"Charles-" Edwin warned. "Charles, please," he said, finally opening his eyes to look at the other from under heavy eyelids. He was ready, he was more than ready. In fact, if Charles didn't plan to move, Edwin considered moving him. But he promised he would be good. And he wanted to feel Charles on him, he wanted to see it too.

[just_aces]

His eyes hadn't yet gone to the full hellfire glow that they sometimes took on as the Hound, but there was definitely a spark in the pits of them, not a reflection but an actual light, dipping forward to press another quick kiss to the corner of Edwin's mouth, giving him another slow stroke, that same wringing movement to his wrist, because really he couldn't hold off much longer without turning into teasing himself as well.

He shuffled forward, raising himself just enough to rock his hips up and to a better angle, hand dipping behind him to hold Edwin's cock in place, jaw quavering just briefly as he sunk down a couple of inches, eyes fluttering closed at the sensation.

Once he was sure that Edwin wasn't going to slip free he splayed both hands against his chest once more, counterbalance as he rocked back again, another scant inch, taking his time because he was pretty sure that even despite their recent coupling, Edwin was still enough to stretch him, especially at this angle, but it was something he wanted more of.

[uptightboy]

Edwin tilted his head to turn the short peck into a kiss but Charles already moved away. And Edwin's mouth was busy with another moan caused by Charles' hand. He arched his back, looking up at the boy again but he already moved.

Edwin's lips parted in awe as he watched Charles work himself in. Time slowed down, it felt like it. Edwin could feel every touch and every inch as he was slowly taken in, deeper and deeper. The crest on Charles' collar moved with each movement, glinting in the low light, and Edwin had the urge to growl even if he wasn't the hound between them. He pulled up his knees just enough to brace himself, to be able to push up if needed, but he wanted to give this to Charles, he wanted him to go at his own pace.

"Charles," Edwin whined, utterly pathetic as he was feeling more and more of the other. Deeper than during their previous session, and Edwin felt the urge to tighten his hold on Charles' hips to help him. But he resisted it just yet.