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That's the second time you've accused me of snoring. Maybe you'll just have to find out on your own.

[Perhaps inspired by Iris but he does feel a flood of pride in knowing that Jotaro enjoyed it. He smiles warmly for a moment, then stands up and folds the blanket over the back of his chair.]

Then come with me. [Gently, he tugs Jotaro with him.]

Hope you had that coffin of yours built big enough for two. Well, maybe one and a half.

[Mindful of Alucard's wings, he gets to his feet and reaches around behind him to run a hand down his spine, caressing the sleek muscle in his back. He doesn't linger long, leaving every opportunity for Alucard to flinch away if the touch is unwanted, but with a stroke in his fingers designed to soothe and spoil.

The touch falls away once they start to head for the bathroom, but his hand doesn't stray far; he lets it hang near Alucard's hip, close enough to brush against him as they walk, like a reassurance that he and that tangible contact both haven't gone far.]

Hey, so did you ever use that stuff I bought you for your hair? Did you like it?

It's sizable. I didn't want to be uncomfortable.

[The touch makes him sigh and lean into Jotaro slightly, his back arching. Never away from him but toward him.

The touches are comforting, but spur on that heat inside of him. It's a bit maddening, the way it crawls in him. Iris is still difficult to deal with, but easier with someone he cares for and trusts.]

I have. It's very nice. A bit luxurious, so I could hardly complain.

Would you like to wash my hair?

So you snore and you roll around a lot. No wonder.

[Would he sleep in a coffin if it was what Alucard wanted? ...Probably. It would be worth it, in the end. Being close to him would be worth it.]

...Yeah. I want to. That's what you had in mind for me, right...so let me do the same.

I wonder, is that better or worse than sleeping like the dead?

[There's a pause, and he offers quietly:] I also have just... a bed. If you prefer. I don't mind either way.

But yes, I'd enjoy it. Your hands in my hair. I'll try to be careful with my claws.

Ha. Don't you mean like the undead?

[He rubs his hand across Alucard's back again, this time letting his hand wander up toward the nape of his neck. His fingers dig in a little — soothing, stroking, possessive.]

...Bed's probably better, uh, this time. Just because of the moon. If it were a different time of the month I'd do the coffin with you. I mean, only if you were there. Dunno about sleeping in one by myself.

[When they reach the bathroom, he keeps one hand on Alucard while the other automatically fumbles for where he thinks the lightswitch would be, aiming to turn it on without breaking their rhythm.]

Maybe you don't have to be...that careful. With the claws.

Rude. I'm not either, anyway.

[A slow sigh escapes him as he feels Jotaro's fingers at his neck. The grip is just a bit tight, but not painful. Just there to remind him of who's with him, who is here right now, and it's all he wants.]

Bed, then. It's fine.

[The light turns on. He hasn't really changed the bathroom since arriving in Lunatia, but he's starting to wonder if he should take more liberties with the apartment.]

Mm. They're not too sharp, I suppose, but I don't want to hurt you. Just tell me if it's too much.

[And he reaches out, turning on the knob for the shower.]

[You're not going to hurt me, he almost says, except that it occurs to him just in time that that's probably exactly what Alucard doesn't want to hear right now. Alucard, who tore Dio's head off and crushed it in his hands, who fears losing himself to the vampire inside him more than anything else in the world...Alucard doesn't want to hear you won't any more than he wants to say I want. They're both questions of restraint, aren't they, and ones that Alucard has to contend with alone.

So he bites his tongue, kicking the door closed behind them with the heel of one foot while he keeps his attention on Alucard, and tries a more careful approach.]

I'll tell you if I need you to stop. And I have Star. He'll look out for me.

[He backs up a half-step, making just enough room to get hold of his sweatshirt and shuck it unceremoniously off, the soft cotton shirt beneath it following quickly after. It leaves him standing in just his pants, bared to the waist, open to be touched.

He knows how many scars there are, left behind on his skin — the place where Anubis's sword had pierced his stomach, gasoline burns here, knife wounds there. He doesn't think much of them by now; he supposes they're probably unsightly. Mostly when he looks at himself he focuses on the muscle instead of the skin — the firm ridges of each abdominal muscle in isolation, the sharp angles of his hipbones. His pants ride low on his hips; a faint dusting of black hair is just barely visible, joined by the trail that runs south of his navel.

He looks all right, he supposes. It's just his body, that's all.

A moment's hesitation later, he opens the button on his pants and shoves them down, stepping out of them one leg at a time and leaving them abandoned on the floor, with the boxers beneath following soon after. Even bared, he doesn't find himself particularly self-conscious; he wonders if that's Alucard's influence, or something else.]

So. ...Look all you want, I guess. This is me.

That's true.

[It must be nice that Jotaro is never alone, he thinks. Perhaps a Stand is not quite like a person, but he's never truly alone, and that's something. He tries not to be envious.

As the shower warms up, he watches Jotaro undress bit by bit. The scars make him pause. A story to each one, no doubt, from the adventures he's had. He should probably revel more in that he's completely undressed, but more than that he feels like Jotaro is baring himself open in a way that others wouldn't normally see. Not in nudity, but the way the past has engraved itself onto him, for better or for worse.

Reaching out, he traces down Jotaro's chest, his claws dragging over his skin. He feels a shudder, an overwhelming surge of heat.]

You're beautiful.

[As if to ensure it isn't unbalanced between them, he tugs off his pajama pants. It'll be impossible to hide how he's dripping now, but he can't really be bothered with it. They're showering anyway.]

I think that's my line...

[It's been a while since he's last seen Alucard like this, but it isn't the first time. The image has been burned into his memory since last month, every bit of how the depressed sleepy bitch had looked writhing over his lap. It's easier to look at him now when he's upright and the lights are on, and the truth is he's never devoted vast amounts of time to thinking about what he tends to go for in a person, but it's not as though Alucard makes it difficult.

It's hard to imagine that someone so exquisitely lovely could ever feel out of place anywhere, but he reminds himself of that sternly. Alucard has shown him so much of the things he hides behind a flawless and uncompromising exterior; it would be foolish to forget that.

But lest he get lost in his thoughts, the soft scrape of Alucard's claws drags him back out of it, refocusing his attention on the present moment, impossible to disregard or ignore. It tugs a short gasp out of his throat, and before he can be enticed to move beneath the spray of the water, he leans in close to Alucard's ear.]

In your memories...I overheard something. Something I shouldn't have. But I can't take it back, so...

[It's important. This is important. And he doesn't want to get it wrong.]

I'd like to call you by your name sometime. If you'll let me. Only if you let me.

[Even just Jotaro's voice is enough right now, making him shudder slightly as he tips his head and leans toward him instinctively.

Right. Mother-- rather, the simulation of her --had called him that, didn't she? He wonders, but eventually he nods.]

I would let you, Jojo.

You can call me Adrian.

Okay. Just when it's us. I know...your name is a thing, for you. I get it, if you're Alucard outside of these walls.

[He runs his hands up Alucard's sides, then gently nudges him toward the shower spray, which by now has had ample time to heat; already, the air in the enclosed room is getting pleasantly humid, and the mirror has the slightest hint of fog clinging to its surface.]

Go on. I'll be right behind you.

[He draws a breath. Alucard, he reminds himself, is petrified of overstepping a boundary. He needs to know what's okay. Even when it feels gawky in his mouth or difficult to do — he needs to do it, for Alucard's sake.]

You can put your hands...it's okay to touch me. Like you've been doing, or...or whatever. Whatever feels right.

It is a duty.

[And being Alucard makes him feel less like the tragic son of Dracula and Lisa. But with Jotaro, he can stand to let that go, and just be Adrian, at least just within these walls.

As he steps into the shower, he feels better at the permission granted. He breathes in, nods, and turns to face Jotaro after he's inside. Holding out his hand, he takes Jotaro's tugging him inside.]

And you as well, of course. You can touch me. I would like it if you did.

...Yeah. I know.

[The hot spray of the shower is sudden, but it feels good. The angle of the showerhead is calibrated for someone his height, which is likewise a nice and familiar touch. It's nice that Alucard is the same height as him, in a lot of ways. Nice because of the shower, nice because he doesn't have to bend down to kiss him. They could put things on high shelves if they wanted and it wouldn't be a problem. That's a nice thought.]

C'mere, little bat.

[The proximity of the shower already ensures that he doesn't have far to lean to reach Alucard; they're already well within each others' personal space just for the sake of being in it together. So all he really has to do is settle his hands on Alucard's hips for balance's sake; once he's sure Alucard isn't going anywhere, it's easy to bring his lips to Alucard's neck and bite him — not harshly, but deliberate, with the help of his Sanguis teeth.]

How's that for touching you?

[Somehow, the hands on his hips scorch him much more strongly than the heat of the water. He shivers, tipping his head, letting the sharp Sanguis teeth press against his throat. Just a bit rough, just a bit hard, but not painful.]

Good.

Would you... [He licks his lips, placing his arms around Jotaro's waist and letting his claws drag lightly over his back.] Would you put your fingers into me while you bite me?

[It's just the heat of the shower, he tells himself. Just the heat of the shower turning his cheeks red, that's all. It's hot beneath the water. Of course he'd turn red. It's from the heat. That's all it is.

Of course, if that's the heat, and he's reacting because he's hot, then it doesn't make a whole lot of sense that he shivers when Alucard's claws trail down his back, but that happens, too.]

Yeah. M'sorry for making you wait.

[It's not weird, he reminds himself. It's not weird, but it's also not the fib he'd told himself last month, not purely medicinal or purely just for Alucard's relief. He wants to be close to Alucard tonight. He asked to come here, knowing full well that this was likely to happen. It's nervewracking, and his mind is looking for excuses to feel nervous. That's all it is.

Better to focus on Alucard, he muses, and focuses on the way the shower spray is streaming down their water-slick limbs, keeping them warm while Alucard tucks in against him, while he lowers his own chin to rest on Alucard's shoulder.]

Easy, now.

[He skims his hand slowly down Alucard's back, letting him feel every inch of the descent so he knows exactly what's happening and when, and instead of stopping at the small of his back like usual, Jotaro hesitates before sliding his hand slowly lower — over the curve of his ass, fitting it for a moment against his palm, then inward in search of his slick, waiting entrance.

Fuck, he's wet, and it isn't a bit from the shower.

One is right to start with, though he expects Alucard would probably insist otherwise. One fingertip nudges gently at the rim of his entrance, rubbing softly, then curls inward and pushes carefully inside.]

It's okay. ...It's worth waiting with you.

[The slow pace makes him twitch in anticipation, almost impatient as Jotaro's hand roams down. He tips his head, leaning it against Jotaro's. Lower and lower still, and he spreads his legs out just a bit before finally, the very tip of his finger curls in.

It would be much harder without any lubrication, but he's wet and been wet for awhile. There's hardly any resistance at all as Jotaro's finger pushes in. Alucard sighs, his fingers curling against Jotaro's back before relaxing.]

Yes. More-- more, please. [It's suddenly very, very apparent even to himself how hard he's been holding back, wanting nothing more than even just his touch.]

Here. C'mon, like this...

[He checks his balance, making sure he's steady on his feet even despite the wet tile, ready to brace and hold Alucard if he needs to. One hand of his is occupied with rocking in and out of him; the other shifts from Alucard's hip to the underside of his thigh, trying to guide him into lifting his leg to wrap around him. It'll open him up; it'll get them closer, and also give him a better angle to work.

Plus, it's just kind of hot.

And, he reminds himself, Alucard isn't wholly human. His needs are different, but his body is different, too. He heals on his own, and his pain tolerance is astronomically higher than a human's. He let himself be punched through the gut, for fuck's sake, as a tactical strategy; a little rough play isn't going to irreparably hurt him.

So he skips two fingers and goes right to three, twisting his wrist to make them fit at first, and driving into him almost immediately once they're in, not leaving much time to adjust or catch his breath along the way.]

[The position isn't difficult to hold, and it does let him get closer to Jotaro. Like this, he squeezes his leg around Jotaro's hips, settling in as near as he can. Too quickly, he feels himself getting hard and he's certain Jotaro can feel the tip of his cock rubbing against his belly.

He breathes in at the sudden spread of three fingers, how they twist inside--]

Oh! [Alucard gasps and his hips jerk, reveling in the sudden pace. It's that deep itch he can't quite scratch for himself and Jotaro is helping him reach it.

He squeezes over his fingers, absolutely dripping without any help of the shower.]

[He feels it. He definitely feels it, and that's not the only thing; he's starting to get turned on himself, and while it's not like he's keeping scrupulous track or anything, he knows deep down that Sanguis has exerted some kind of influence over his dick, as well as the rest of him. By touch alone, he's been able to tell — it's thicker, more ridged than it ought to be otherwise, but it's not like he's going to just go around obsessing over weird moon changes to his cock so up until now, he's mostly tried to put it out of his mind.

But not anymore. There's no putting this out of his mind, not when he's starting to stand at attention himself and fuck, there's literally no chance Alucard isn't going to feel...all of that.

Shit. He'll worry about it later. He's busy now.]

Fuck, you're really wet...

[It's like it was before, on the couch with the towels, only this is probably better; much easier to make a mess when the tile will wash. He tries to think back to the toy they'd used that time, how Alucard had moved on it, and makes his hand follow a similar rhythm to try to repeat it as best he can.]

Tell...tell me when you're close, okay...?

[Though he can't see in his position, he can feel it, the base of Jotaro's cock against his hip and thigh. That... probably isn't normally like that, and undoubtedly the moon has changed a lot, but he doesn't care. If anything, the thought of having that inside instead makes him moan, the sound echoing in the bathroom.]

It's good-- Jojo--

[He buries his face against Jotaro's neck for a moment, whining against him, trying to squirm and press himself down impatiently onto Jotaro's hand. It's quick, how fast he feels himself building up. The toy only helps so much, but actually being with someone makes all the difference.]

I'm close--

[For him to be this close that fast, Jotaro's already well aware that this isn't going to be the only time he sates the fire inside of Alucard tonight. Not that he's complaining, not by a long shot, but — yeah, this definitely isn't a one-time thing, either. He'll hear these moans again. They'll do this in a bed along with a shower. Maybe they'll do it a lot of different ways, he doesn't know. It doesn't matter right now, except that it's nice to know.

It crosses his mind, fleetingly, that he could use Star to help finish Alucard off, but he dismisses the notion almost as soon as he thinks it. He's not sharing this even with his Stand, not this time. No toys, no outside help. This one is his, even if he breaks his wrist keeping up with the way Alucard's putting his whole body into trying to grind down onto him.]

Yeah...

[He hitches him up a little more solidly, presses into him harder, spreads his fingers inside him to make it feel fuller, wider, more.]

Then come...Adrian.

[The spread of the fingers is one thing, but somehow hearing his name on Jotaro's lips is really what pushes him. Adrian howls, tipping his head back as he comes, clenching in spasms around Jotaro's fingers and rocking against him. He releases everything, a dripping mess dribbling down between them and down Jotaro's wrist.

He's left breathing hard against Jotaro's neck, coming down with a sigh and lazy kisses against his skin.]

Mm.

[Adrian rubs his cheek again Jotaro's throat and shoulder, desperately affectionate.]

Thank you. [It does really take the edge off, at least for awhile.]

[It's one thing to do this with a stolen toy and the help of his Stand, adding a layer of faux-removal to the whole thing, but there's no rationalizing his way out of this. He scooped Alucard (Adrian) up in his arms and he worked him over and he's the reason they're both a mess right now. His hand is covered in slick up to the wrist. He's so hard it's almost maddening.

But for a second, it's just nice to have Adrian draped on him the way that he is, panting and cuddly. His fingers are still inside him and he moves them more slowly now, almost a leisurely pace, but still moving to continue drawing out the afterglow.]

Hey...

[He shifts his weight, trying to keep from just grinding on Adrian outright, but it's harder than it sounds — and so is he.]

Listen...can you...

[He clears his throat into an embarrassed huff.]

Will you do something to me...?

[It's a terrible combination, Iris and his vampirism. He's able to recover quickly, and he almost wants to beg for more, beg for Jotaro to fuck him until he screams, but he doesn't. He swallows and just tries to focus on the fingers still moving slowly, still filling him up and making him feel good.]

Of course.

[He loosens his embrace, leaning back to look at Jotaro proper.]

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