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Herbert's fingers flutter, wanting to reach out and touch but suddenly not quite sure he's allowed to. If Alfred would let him. And that is quite a thrilling thought. So he follows Alfred's fingers with his gaze, licking at his lips.
He toes off his stockings and shimmies out of his underthings, standing naked in front of Alfred. Feeling more vulnerable than he has before. "Shall I -- shall I get on the bed for you?" he asks, a little more demure than usual.
He toes off his stockings and shimmies out of his underthings, standing naked in front of Alfred. Feeling more vulnerable than he has before. "Shall I -- shall I get on the bed for you?" he asks, a little more demure than usual.
"I like that idea," he breathes, squirming under the tickles, the kisses. Enjoying the attention, only a little bit nervous about what's going to happpen.
He trusts Herbert, implicitly. This is just...new.
"I love all the time we spend together. No matter what we're doing."
He trusts Herbert, implicitly. This is just...new.
"I love all the time we spend together. No matter what we're doing."
Herbert is falling right in line with his part in this, and it...encourages Alfred, that demure edge to his tone spurring another stroke over where his own erection strains against the fabric of his underwear. He groans a little as he stands, crossing the distance between himself and his lover, reaching out to cup his chin with both hands and pull him in for a deep, searching kiss.
After a moment, he pulls back, whispering hoarsely in reply -
"Yes. Sit on the edge of it for me."
After a moment, he pulls back, whispering hoarsely in reply -
"Yes. Sit on the edge of it for me."
"Oh, I feel very much the same way." He could sit and watch Alfred sew or darn socks or anything at all for hours and be happy with that.
But this? This is quite fun, too.
It takes him a bit, between kisses and nibbles, but eventually he does manage to devest the both of them of their shirts.
But this? This is quite fun, too.
It takes him a bit, between kisses and nibbles, but eventually he does manage to devest the both of them of their shirts.
Herbert tries to chase the kiss with a slight pout and a whimper when he doesn't manage to catch Alfred's mouth again.
"On the edge," he repeats, dumbly, but does so. His hands gripping the edge of the bed to keep from touching himself, or Alfred.
"On the edge," he repeats, dumbly, but does so. His hands gripping the edge of the bed to keep from touching himself, or Alfred.
Quite fun indeed.
All those little kisses and nibbles and touches are building, leaving Alfred flushed across the chest and shoulders when he's finally bared. He smiles sweetly, letting Herbert have the reins this time, even moreso than normal.
His hands move to his lover's bare chest, tracing the lines of his pecs, his collarbone. Softly. Learning the shapes, again and again.
All those little kisses and nibbles and touches are building, leaving Alfred flushed across the chest and shoulders when he's finally bared. He smiles sweetly, letting Herbert have the reins this time, even moreso than normal.
His hands move to his lover's bare chest, tracing the lines of his pecs, his collarbone. Softly. Learning the shapes, again and again.
The whimper is met with a little chuckle, something a little devious as he watches Herbert move back, sit. Walking up in front of him, Alfred drops to his knees, planting teasing little kisses against calves, knees, inner thighs...getting closer, closer, but never quite touching where he knows it's needed the most.
Occasionally, he looks up at his lover, through the eyelashes Herbert loves so much, eyes blazing.
"Do you want me to touch you, Engel?"
Occasionally, he looks up at his lover, through the eyelashes Herbert loves so much, eyes blazing.
"Do you want me to touch you, Engel?"
Every time Alfred comes so close to put his mouth where Herbert wants it and then pulls away at the last moment, Herbert whines helplessly, each noise he makes growing higher and more breathless with need. It's that mischievous little look in Alfred's eyes that pushes him even higher. Wanting to know what comes next.
"I want very much for you to touch me, my love, yes."
"I want very much for you to touch me, my love, yes."
"I'm going to be ever so gentle with you tonight," he promises, pushing a stray curl off Alfred's face and kissing his forehead. "Only the softest of touches. And you must swear to tell me to stop, if it's too much. I only want to make you feel good."
There is something...dark, right now, roiling just beneath the surface in Alfred. He tends to be more soft-hearted, less affected by turning than perhaps he could have been - but just after feeding, ESPECIALLY now, after BITING, the shift in his personality is just a little more evident. There's still love in his face, in his touch, blazing bright; but it's accompanied by a possessiveness, a hunger, something wild.
It feels good to play in the space a little, and...he wants to see how far he can push Herbert, exactly.
He nips at his lover's inner thigh, skating his fangs there for a moment before pulling back enough to stand up. He puts one knee up on the bed, stocking-clad, right up against Herbert's cock, applying a little pressure. An invitation, holding his thigh steady.
"Show me."
It feels good to play in the space a little, and...he wants to see how far he can push Herbert, exactly.
He nips at his lover's inner thigh, skating his fangs there for a moment before pulling back enough to stand up. He puts one knee up on the bed, stocking-clad, right up against Herbert's cock, applying a little pressure. An invitation, holding his thigh steady.
"Show me."
"Why don't you finish undressing and hop onto the bed, and I'll meet you there in a moment, hmm?" He tickles under Alfred's chin and nipping his lower lip lightly. He finds those crooked little fangs adorable.
Herbert parts his lips and drops his head back with a soft gasp. God, hadn't he been fantasizing about Alfred in stockings since that dream? And now one stocking-clad thigh is between his legs and all Herbert can do is move rocking his hips slowly to get that bit of friction going.
"Oh Alfred, you are -- beyond exquisite like this."
"Oh Alfred, you are -- beyond exquisite like this."
Nodding in agreement - a little too enthusiastic, maybe, after that nip at his lower lip - he obediently works himself out of his trousers, his stockings, and then his briefs, neatly setting them all off to one side. (Tidy, almost always so tidy.)
Climbing onto the bed, he waits there, watching Herbert and twiddling his fingers together with nerves.
Climbing onto the bed, he waits there, watching Herbert and twiddling his fingers together with nerves.
A low growl escapes Alfred at the sight of Herbert, naked, grinding himself up against his leg like that - expressing how much he LIKES this. He felt powerful before, just putting all this on, but now...NOW....
Reaching forward, he catches the older vampire's jaw, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss. Letting him keep grinding just a bit longer, listening for the sounds he's making.
Waiting for juuuuust the right moment to drop the leg away.
Reaching forward, he catches the older vampire's jaw, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss. Letting him keep grinding just a bit longer, listening for the sounds he's making.
Waiting for juuuuust the right moment to drop the leg away.
One year.
It has been one year since Alfred was turned, one year since he had fled the castle a human and had returned a vampire. A year of this new life after death, living with the Krolocks, falling in love with the night and the family he had found in it. Now he finds himself standing in his room, excited and terrified in equal parts.
The Midnight Ball is tonight. And he has something very important to do.
He's taken great pains to get ready, moreso than ever - scrubbed and perfumed, painted delicately with skilled makeup (he really will have to do something for Magda later to thank her), meticulously dressed and styled in a suit he had tailored specifically for the occasion, all rich blacks and golds and crimsons. Beneath all the layers, a corset is laced tight, cutting his figure sharper and giving him just a bit more confidence. He's going to need it tonight, he's going to need all the help he can get.
Wishing he could see how he looks in a mirror, he takes a long, deep breath to steady himself, letting it out in a slow hiss...then, pocketing a little box from the top of his vanity, he moves down the halls, heading to Herbert's room with the clack-clack-clack of his heeled boots echoing on the way.
He's nervous. He's obviously nervous, but he can write that off as being the anniversary of all that had happened. A part truth.
He knocks, the little box feeling heavy in his inner pocket.
It has been one year since Alfred was turned, one year since he had fled the castle a human and had returned a vampire. A year of this new life after death, living with the Krolocks, falling in love with the night and the family he had found in it. Now he finds himself standing in his room, excited and terrified in equal parts.
The Midnight Ball is tonight. And he has something very important to do.
He's taken great pains to get ready, moreso than ever - scrubbed and perfumed, painted delicately with skilled makeup (he really will have to do something for Magda later to thank her), meticulously dressed and styled in a suit he had tailored specifically for the occasion, all rich blacks and golds and crimsons. Beneath all the layers, a corset is laced tight, cutting his figure sharper and giving him just a bit more confidence. He's going to need it tonight, he's going to need all the help he can get.
Wishing he could see how he looks in a mirror, he takes a long, deep breath to steady himself, letting it out in a slow hiss...then, pocketing a little box from the top of his vanity, he moves down the halls, heading to Herbert's room with the clack-clack-clack of his heeled boots echoing on the way.
He's nervous. He's obviously nervous, but he can write that off as being the anniversary of all that had happened. A part truth.
He knocks, the little box feeling heavy in his inner pocket.
"I, too, was raised Christian. But I turned my back on the Lord after I was turned. I felt that if I had died but yet lived, surely there could be no higher power, for none had intervened, though I called for their aid when I was attacked. For me, there is nothing, and no one. When I reached out and no hand reached back..."
The old vampire shrugs and spreads his hands in a gesture of well there you have it. "And yet sometimes I catch myself praying. Is that odd?"
The old vampire shrugs and spreads his hands in a gesture of well there you have it. "And yet sometimes I catch myself praying. Is that odd?"
Alfred listens to all of this, patiently, nodding along a little. It makes sense to him.
"No, it's not odd at all." His smile is a little sad in its understanding.
"Sometimes I pray, too. Even though I don't know who I'm praying to. I think it's...just part of human nature, to want to talk to something bigger than you. Even if neither of us are human anymore."
"No, it's not odd at all." His smile is a little sad in its understanding.
"Sometimes I pray, too. Even though I don't know who I'm praying to. I think it's...just part of human nature, to want to talk to something bigger than you. Even if neither of us are human anymore."
"I think that's why I visit the graveyard so often. I feel more connected to something grander than myself, here. Whatever that may be.
While I'm glad you're immune to both holy water and crucifixes, I still wish you had not experimented on yourself." Georg gives Alfred as stern a look as he can muster, for he does have a soft spot for the boy. "I'll ask that you don't repeat such experiments, in the future."
While I'm glad you're immune to both holy water and crucifixes, I still wish you had not experimented on yourself." Georg gives Alfred as stern a look as he can muster, for he does have a soft spot for the boy. "I'll ask that you don't repeat such experiments, in the future."
"I understand that." And he does. Extremely well.
...Then he's being stern, and Alfred cringes, shrinking into himself a little. They haven't really...talked about all that, at length, since it happened.
"...I won't, I - I promise. I still feel terribly about it, I know it was...really foolish. I was just so scared that...something was really wrong with me."
...Then he's being stern, and Alfred cringes, shrinking into himself a little. They haven't really...talked about all that, at length, since it happened.
"...I won't, I - I promise. I still feel terribly about it, I know it was...really foolish. I was just so scared that...something was really wrong with me."
"I'm not angry with you," he assures Alfred, cupping his face in his hands and kissing his forehead gently. "I was merely worried, because I care about you greatly and your wellbeing means quite a lot to me."
He does not resist as he's held and kissed - but he still can't quite look at Georg, now that he's thinking about what happened.
"...Thank you," he murmurs, face a little red all the same. "I - I know. It's all still sort of...blurry. Herbert told me you said you...couldn't find me, in my own head?"
"...Thank you," he murmurs, face a little red all the same. "I - I know. It's all still sort of...blurry. Herbert told me you said you...couldn't find me, in my own head?"
"No," he frowns, stroking Alfred's hair tenderly. "It was as though you were lost from yourself. No thoughts, no emotions, simply... raw need."
His voice softens and he rests his forehead against Alfred's, still petting his hair. "I didn't want to lose you. I was so frightened that we might not get you back.
You have people who care for you here, Alfred. People who would miss you very dearly if you were gone."
His voice softens and he rests his forehead against Alfred's, still petting his hair. "I didn't want to lose you. I was so frightened that we might not get you back.
You have people who care for you here, Alfred. People who would miss you very dearly if you were gone."
"Oh. That's...."
He shudders, remembering how it felt. "It was...it was so frightening. I remember getting up that night, and I felt...I felt strange, so I went to my room to make a note about it. But then when I got there, there was this...this terrible stab of pain that ran all through me, and I...I felt like I was falling, but I can't remember hitting the ground. And I can barely remember anything before I started to hear you...just...just being cold, and hungry, and...trapped. Like I was gagged and blindfolded in a tiny cage."
Leaning into the touch, he tries to brush off the memory, unpleasant as it all is. He never wants to feel that way again. "...I know that. I never meant for that to happen. I - I don't want to go anywhere. I love it here. I love Herbert, and I love you."
He shudders, remembering how it felt. "It was...it was so frightening. I remember getting up that night, and I felt...I felt strange, so I went to my room to make a note about it. But then when I got there, there was this...this terrible stab of pain that ran all through me, and I...I felt like I was falling, but I can't remember hitting the ground. And I can barely remember anything before I started to hear you...just...just being cold, and hungry, and...trapped. Like I was gagged and blindfolded in a tiny cage."
Leaning into the touch, he tries to brush off the memory, unpleasant as it all is. He never wants to feel that way again. "...I know that. I never meant for that to happen. I - I don't want to go anywhere. I love it here. I love Herbert, and I love you."
"Hush, my darling," he croons, wrapping Alfred in his cloak again. Trying to make him feel as safe and secure as possible. "I'm so sorry you were so frightened. And even moreso that I made you think of that night again.
But you're safe now. Here, in my arms, nothing can harm you. I won't let anything like that happen to you again. I'm sorry I didn't notice it sooner. Your hunger. I should have caught it before the situation got so dire."
But you're safe now. Here, in my arms, nothing can harm you. I won't let anything like that happen to you again. I'm sorry I didn't notice it sooner. Your hunger. I should have caught it before the situation got so dire."
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