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]

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.

[just_aces]

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."