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]

He hadn't meant it as a taunt, not really, he'd mostly been concerned that Edwin was the bad sort of overwhelmed, but then he moved and that was enough to have Charles' eyes going unfocused, nearly choking on the moan that the movement caused, the sound trailing off into a whimper that coalesced into a soft 'oh bloody hell', at the realization that he hadn't been exaggerating just how easily Edwin could flip them if he wanted.

The fact that Edwin clearly wanted to, but wasn't doing so also wasn't lost on Charles, Edwin was letting him stay in control of this situation and that was enough to knock the unnecessary breath out of him all over again. He managed to find his voice again, one hand curling against Edwin's wrist, not to dislodge that hand from his hip, but just to keep himself steady as much as Edwin, "Just, just give us a minute, yeah?" He wasn't even sure just what it was he was asking for, taking only a beat to collect himself enough to roll his hips again, just making another little choked-off, entirely-eager sound as he did. Then he did it again.

That was all the time he needed to better adjust, it seemed, as his thighs drew tight to lift himself a couple of inches before rocking back down again, settling into a steady rhythm before long, fingers still curled tight against Edwin's wrist while the other hand stayed pressed to his chest.

[uptightboy]

"Yes," Edwin breathed, nodding eagerly. He had time, he could give it. He was patient, he was the more patient between them. Yes. He could do this. This was fine.

And then Charles started to move and Edwin arched his back. His grip on Charles' hips was getting tighter, especially as he felt the hand steadying him. He could feel every roll and movement of Charles' hips with his hardness and with his hand too. It was almost more than he could take. His other hand slid lower, to Charles' thigh, gripping at him helplessly as he was trying not to get too lost in his pleasure.

There were words in his throat trying to come out, some of it must have been Charles' name. But they broke right at his lips, only to morph into moans the more Charles moved.

[just_aces]

Charles was, apparently, fully intent on following through with his initial plan to ride Edwin until his legs gave out, and once he'd settled into that rolling rhythm it was easier to maintain.

Even without the leash currently visible, with only that collar at his throat and the bangles jingling faintly at his wrists with each movement, he could still feel that bond between them, tying them together as surely as Edwin's cock buried in him was doing. Honestly it was a little amazing just to watch Edwin's face as he lost himself to the pleasure of it.

As Edwin's hand slid to his thigh instead of his hip, Charles' hand slid up Edwin's arm to settle at his chest as well, leaving them both spread there as counter-balance to his movements. He was aware that he was once again fully-hard between them, but that was an afterthought at the moment, far more intent on rolling and grinding himself against Edwin as steadily as he could manage.

[uptightboy]

The weight of Charles' hands on his chest. The sensation of him moving... Edwin's hands were desperately clawing at the boy's thighs with each movement, wanting more. His hips started to move in sync with Charles without him even noticing it. Just the thought that it was Charles, that they were connected and it felt so good was almost enough for Edwin to come.

"Charles," Edwin managed to say his name, opening his eyes. He wasn't even sure when he closed them but as he looked up at the other he realized it was a wise choice. Charles, riding him, being hard himself, was a sight for sore eyes. Once again Edwin was rendered speechless. He had to swallow before he would start drooling. "Charles," he called him again. "Charles I- I want to see you touch yourself," Edwin managed to say. "I wish to see you pleasure yourself." God, those words were obscene and the image was even more but Edwin couldn't help it. He wanted it. He wanted to know that Charles felt good with him inside. That he used him to get himself off.

[just_aces]

The first time Edwin managed to roll up as Charles was coming down was enough to knock a trembling moan out of him, head rolling back on his shoulders, the sensation was too much and just perfect all at once and had Charles' thighs shaking outright, not just the faint tremors of before, but the full shaking of overworked muscles, and he knew they were going to give out before he was really ready.

It took that second repetition of his name -he'd heard the first, he was just still bordering on overstimulated and hadn't been able to gather himself to respond- had him lifting his head to blink slowly at Edwin, taking a moment to actually process the request and only able to whine faintly in the back of his throat in response, because there was no way he wouldn't do as Edwin asked, realizing somewhere in the back of his mind that he'd just been waiting for permission, but it would also be too much sensation, he wouldn't be able to keep riding Edwin as he had been. But with the way his thighs were already shaking, he wouldn't be doing that for much longer anyway.

What he could do, was sink back on Edwin fully again -something that knocked another soft, almost-surprised sound out of him despite the fact that he'd already been taking him fully with each movement- settling into those little half-circular movements of his hips, still rocking on Edwin's cock even if he wasn't fully riding it anymore as he took himself in hand. His eyes fluttered closed, just making another garbled, needy sound as he did, trying to keep those movements as measured as the rolling of his hips, but considering he was already leaking like a faucet, and that dribble just smoothed the movement of his hand, he knew he wasn't going to last.

[uptightboy]

Edwin watched intently as Charles slowly realized what he asked of him. He was absolutely gorgeous like this. High on desire, high on his own pleasure, and promise to ride Edwin as long as his legs can keep up... It took Edwin an immense amount of willpower not to buck up and just take him on the spot.

Then Charles was grinding against him, deep and so good, and took himself in hand. Edwin's mouth opened with desperate breaths as he watched him.

"Charles," he gasped in awe, barely being able to focus due to the sight, and due to Charles still moving on him. The bangles made a soft sound on his hand as he stroked himself, the Payne crest jumping on his neck every time his hips moved. Once again, Edwin was in for a treat had he wished he could show Charles just how utterly beautiful he looked in that moment.

Without even noticing, Edwin's hips also moved in sync with Charles', slowly working toward his peak.

"Charles, I..." Edwin moaned. He was so close but once again he found himself being so greedy. Greedy to see Charles come again.

[just_aces]

It was Edwin's movements falling into time with his own that did him in as much as anything, but the faint vibration of that moan in Edwin's chest against the fingers still resting there certainly helped to tip the scale as well.

He didn't even have the chance to give Edwin a warning before his orgasm rocketed through him, coming over him in waves, jaw working silently -or nearly so, making a faint clicking sound- not unlike a fish out of water even as he bore down against Edwin inside him, hips still rolling even as he clenched tight, breathlessly reflexive, against Edwin's prick still buried in him.

Charles was utterly lost to the feedback loop of sensation, still stroking himself despite the fact that he was spent, the shaking in his thighs had spread, leaving his stomach pulled tight and sending tremors up and down his spine like some kind of electrical current.

[uptightboy]

Oh... Oh. Edwin was speechless as he watched Charles coming again. The way it seemingly caught him by surprise. The way it rolled through Charles' body, and the way he lost himself in it. Edwin could only watch in awe as it happened. And he thought he could not love Charles more than this, that he could not think of him as his any deeper. All that wasn't true...

Edwin was half out of it as he pushed himself up, sliding a rough arm around Charles' waist. He rolled his hips, grinding against him as if he wanted to be deeper in him the moment his orgasm got him. He captured Charles' lips in a sloppy kiss that got cut short by his own moaning as he came. He bucked his hips, holding onto Charles with one arm as he rode out his peak, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

Even after he was spent, Edwin didn't let Charles out of his hold, burying his face in his neck.

[just_aces]

To his credit, or perhaps due to some deeper instinct he hadn't realized, Charles hadn't stopped moving even through his own climax, still grinding against Edwin as he began to move again in earnest.

The tug of Edwin's arm around his waist caught him by surprise almost as much as his own climax had, hand sliding from his cock to brace against the floor beside Edwin's ribs as he was pulled forward, keeping himself -barely- from collapsing completely on Edwin's chest. The kiss was a marvelous distraction from the sudden feeling of fullness as Edwin came, which yes, he'd just done earlier, but the angle made all the difference and a shuddering, broken moan escaped Charles as well.

He was thankful for Edwin's arm still around his waist, head rolled forward against his shoulder, not sure he was still fully solid just at the moment and realizing belatedly that there were tears leaking from his eyes. He pressed a quick kiss to Edwin's shoulder where they'd landed, managing a mumbled: "M'okay. Bloody perfect, aren't I?" which was a question to himself as much as a reassurance to Edwin, the tears weren't in response to anything bad, he was just more overwhelmed by it all than he'd been expecting and the tears were, apparently, his body's way of expressing that.

[uptightboy]

Edwin was still struggling with shivers as he held Charles. He was still trying to get his wits about him. His body felt so sensitive, so alive. He felt the weight of Charles on him, felt him around him as he was going soft. What an intimate sensation, Edwin wondered. He collapsed back on the ground, still holding the other. The bare thought of separation, even only just a bit, felt heavy on his soul at the moment.

"You are," Edwin whispered, peppering Charles' ear and cheek with tired, messy kisses. "You are marvelous Charles Rowland," he said. "I love you," he added as he raised his other hand to slide his fingers into the boy's hair. 

[just_aces]

Further praise was definitely not what he'd been expecting, and it was enough to make him feel like he might actually shake apart, face buried against Edwin's shoulder once more, not to discourage that scattering of kisses as much as it was to just keep himself as close as possible, needing the reminder of what was Edwin and what was him -as if it actually mattered- and it was a few long minutes before the tremors subsided and the well of overwhelmed tears finally ran dry and Charles just rubbed his cheek against the curve of Edwin's shoulder, pressing a kiss to the base of his throat.

It took him a moment longer to collect himself enough to speak, sounding at least as wrung-out as he felt, "Maybe not two in a row next time."

[uptightboy]

When Edwin felt just a tad of strength in his limbs, he attempted to slip out of Charles and help him off of him. He still didn't let him go but let him lay next to him to arrange him a bit more comfortably. He was handling him like he could break any moment, which was almost amusing if Edwin wasn't feeling so soft. He wanted to give the world to this boy instead of leashes and collars sometimes.

"Was it too much?" Edwin asked quietly, his voice rough. His fingers pet Charles' locks still, unable to exist without touching him anymore.

[just_aces]

There was a bolt of irrational panic that lodged itself in his chest as Edwin moved, some kind of shapeless fear of Edwin actually leaving after all that, though it subsided quickly, mostly thanks to the fact that Edwin didn't stop touching him the whole time, and the hand in his hair was enough to dissolve any lingering remnants of that concern.

He just hummed in agreement to the question, managing an actual answer a moment later, "Yeah. Absolutely bloody amazing, yeah, but it was... it was a lot." A lot in ways he had expected, but also in ways he hadn't and was still trying to process.

He rubbed his cheek against Edwin's shoulder again, stretching in close enough to press a kiss to the corner of his jaw, "Don't regret it or anything, but probably not again anytime soon. Gotta actually prepare for that, yeah?"

[uptightboy]

"Yes," Edwin smiled, tired and spent. He understood completely. It was amazing, and he was amazed that he could come twice in a row with such intensity... But yes, it was a lot. It was everything. He used magic, there was magic around them, and Charles' magic was also used.

He was gentle as he was stroking Charles, trying to calm both of them down. "I suppose being insatiable has its setbacks," he remarked in a quiet huff. "I shall not let us run into something so overwhelming again, indeed."

Edwing tilted his head to kiss Charles' forehead, hand stroking down his arm to his side. "Do you need anything, Charles? Is there anything I can do for you?"

[just_aces]

He made a quiet noise of agreement at the first, finding that words were coming more easily as he was able to settle again, "Probably for the best tho, innit? Otherwise we'd never get any actual work done, yeah?" There was an undercurrent of amusement there, but it was along with something like actual exhaustion.

He hummed in consideration at the actual question, finally shaking his head, "Nah. I mean, we should probably get off the floor eventually, but honestly I haven't got the energy right now." Nor did he want to disrupt the comfortable, easy contact, even if it was only to move to a more comfortable location and resume it immediately afterward.

[uptightboy]

For sure. If Edwin learned anything from this is that they needed to have rules about this too... Especially when they were both desperate. Though, he let them off the hook, as this occasion had some special circumstances. Namely, the lack of collar and leash at the beginning and the still-fresh memory of Despair in Edwin's mind.

Edwin chuckled weakly. Yes, they could move somewhere but getting up and doing all that felt too much of a fuss. However...

"Bear with me, a moment," he said. He didn't go anywhere or stop holding Charles but he closed his eyes and started to say the words of a spell. He was slow and careful not to touch any of Charles' power. Edwin could feel it was a stretch, yes, it was the first time he had used this spell after all. But once he finished it there was a warm blanket draped over them. It was woven by magic so it had a short lifespan, about an hour, but Edwin figured it would do until they gathered some strength. He didn't know how a heated blanket would feel but it was still something close to that.

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Charles' brow furrowed a little at the first stirrings of that spell. He'd gotten a feel for when Edwin was weaving something, whether or not it pulled at Charles' magic too, and that was even without the obvious tell of Edwin's murmuring a spell.

He just blinked at the blanket, lifting his head so that he could actually look at it as if to verify that was, in fact, what he was feeling, just making a curious little noise as his head flopped back down against Edwin's shoulder, "Magical shock blanket. Nice. Could come in handy."

[uptightboy]

Edwin smiled and settled a little more, now that they had a bit of comfort until they got their strength back.

"I thought we would use it under wildly different circumstances first but I am pleased to know its functions are highly versatile," Edwin said. "The main purpose was, well, not to have you ever be cold." Ghosts couldn't get cold, yes, not naturally but by magic. So it was logical to have a spell to countermeasure that when it happened.

Most of his spells were learned so he could assist Charles in his brawn tasks but some of them were there to support him. The blanket was one of the first Edwin had memorized, even before Charles' nature was known to them. But it was only lately he could actually cast it.

"Do rest, Charles," Edwin said softly.

[just_aces]

Ghosts didn't get cold naturally, it was true, but it was also true that in times of stress or low energy, they tended to revert to the state they'd been in when they died, which for Charles, was wet and cold. So a blanket would be a comfort in that case, doubly so when it was coming from Edwin.

Of course, Edwin was thinking of ways to use it to benefit Charles, and Charles' first thought was how it could benefit the occasional case they got from the Department. Because while sometimes those kids had just wandered off, sometimes they needed more comfort than two teenage boys -or one teenage boy and one big dog- could provide.

For the time being, however, Charles just pressed another kiss to the slope of Edwin's shoulder before settling in more comfortably, arm curling around his waist, "You rest too, you're the one been doing all the work."