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Alucard landed terribly on the balcony outside his rooms. Human once more, he sunk to the ground, cradling his shoulder as thick, rich blood pulsed from the wound marring it. He gasped, hissing in pain, and peeled light hair away from the smears of blood. He was dirty, his cape torn, his shirts a mess. His hair was a wild mess around his pale face. He needed to get to his bed. There was a kit with bandages and healing poultice in a box underneath. If he could get that far, he would be alright.
The heavy thud, and the pitter-patter of the stumbling that followed, was easy enough to hear from inside Alucard's quarters. Lyudmil glanced back at the entrance to the balcony, setting down the books he'd been sorting. He stood, moving to the bedroom to welcome his master back home.
Alucard hadn't quite made it back to his bed. He was hunched over on the floor, looking at the blood that had coated his hand. It had dripped in long streaks onto the floor, making a puddle underneath him.
"Master Alucard?" Lyudmil cried, his eyes going wide. He knelt down beside the dhampir, looking his limp body over. "What happened?"
"Hunter. Blessed arrows." He muttered. "First aid in a box under the bed."
Lyudmil nodded. True to his word, there was a light box tucked away under his wide, lavish bed. Lyudmil hurried back to his master’s side, sitting beside him with the kit in hand. "What can I do?"
"Bring me a clean, damp cloth." He was tugging, one-handed, at his clothing, trying to remove his shirts to get to the wound. Lyudmil didn't quite still his hand, just touched it lightly with his own, a suggestion. "Please, let me."
Alucard lowered his head, nodded. "Thank you, Lyudmil."
"I’ll be right back. Don't strain yourself." Lyudmil left again, returning quickly with what Alucard had asked for.
"Help me get all this off. I need to clean the wound."
"Of course." Lyudmil gently removed his many layers of cape, jacket, vest, and shirt. He moved slowly, minding the injury. Alucard never undressed in front of him, and when Lyudmil removed the last of his layers, he could see why. The prince of the castle was covered in a network of old scars, the streaks of claws, lashes of a whip. And the bright, deep wound in his shoulder, blackened with slowly clotting blood.
Lyudmil ignored the scars. He cared only about making sure Alucard was alright. He grabbed the cloth from where he had set it on the box of healing equipment and steadied his arm, moving the cloth carefully around the wound. "Is any of the arrow inside you, do you think?"
"I think I got it all out." Alucard watched Lyudmil, a curious expression crossing his face.
"That's a relief." Lyudmil sighed. Alucard's blood, the magic in it, was already slowing the flow from the injury, and he finished cleaning it easily.
"There's a poultice that will help it heal in the box, and bandages in case it continues to bleed."
Lyudmil retrieved the poultice and applied it with calm hands. He was not one to panic. One couldn't be soft-willed when living in a castle full of deadly creatures, most of whom wanted him dead.
Alucard helped him wrap the wound, held out his good hand. "Will you help me up?"
Lyudmil stood and helped his master to his feet. It was a funny sight, when the dhampir was significantly taller than he. Alucard stumbled, dizzy with blood loss, falling against Lyudmil. Lyudmil caught him, barely, straining under his weight. "Would you like to lay down?"
His hand clenched in Lyudmil's shirt. "Please."
Supporting him as best he could, Lyudmil led him across the room and helped him settle, heavy, on the edge of the bed.
Alucard did something odd. He wrapped his good arm around Lyudmil, dragged him back to the bed with him, and laid down.
"Master Alucard?"
"Yes?" Alucard settled more comfortably against him, his lavish hair spilling out behind him on the bed.
"Do you need something?" A hint of red crept across Lyudmil's cheeks. He admired his master, so much. Wanted to get close to him. But Alucard was distant. He didn't do things like...well, what he was doing now.
"Yes." He answered, simply. He didn't release Lyudmil, didn't raise his head.
"What is it?" Lyudmil resisted the urge to nestle close to him. He didn't know if his affections would be appreciated.
"Comfort." Alucard whispered, drawing Lyudmil closer. "I need comfort."
Tentatively, Lyudmil reciprocated the affection, curling into Alucard's side. "Tell me what I can do, to comfort you."
"You could stop holding yourself back, for one."
Lyudmil's breath caught in his throat, stifling an embarrassed cough. He nestled fully into Alucard's awkward embrace, resting his head on Alucard's arm, hesitating before letting himself hug the dhampir.
Alucard melted into it. He lowered himself on the bed until he could rest his head on Lyudmil's shoulder, curled his legs up and held him with his good arm. "From here, I can hear your heart beat. It is a comfort."
It beat faster at that comment. Lyudmil smiled, disbelieving. He couldn't believe he was being permitted to get this close, let alone encouraged. "I'm glad. I want to comfort you."
His injured hand, trembling, touched Lyudmil’s lower lip.
"Master Alucard?"
"Stop calling me that." Alucard met his eyes. Lyudmil fought the urge to look away from their intense color. It was unfair for a pair of eyes to have that much power.
"What would you have me call you?"
"Just Alucard will do." And he kissed Lyudmil, soft, intimate.
Lyudmil froze, disbelief stilling his limbs. Alucard would never do this. He didn't feel for Lyudmil the way his servant felt for him.
Did he?
Alucard pulled away, perplexed. "Did you not want this?"
"N-no, I did - I do." Lyudmil stumbled to speak, surprise scrambling his words. "I - I've wanted this for a long time." He admitted, blushing red. "But I didn't think that you did."
"I do, Lyudmil. You are the only thing good in this place." Alucard kept his voice low.
"That can't be true." Lyudmil protested. "Because you live here."
"I cannot be good." Still, Alucard smiled. "You have seen my fangs."
"I have." Lyudmil smiled back. "They are attached to a very good man."
Alucard lowered his head for a moment, but raised it to kiss Lyudmil again, his eyes closed. Lyudmil returned it. Tentative at first, but his eagerness quickly got the better of him.
"Mas- Alucard?" Lyudmil muttered against his lips.
"Yes?" He smiled, hardly pulling away from him.
"May I touch your hair?"
"I hope you do." Alucard brushed his better hand over the short cropped strands of Lyudmil's own pale hair. Lyudmil shivered at the touch, running his fingers through Alucard's mess of hair, some of the ends stained with his blood.
Alucard kissed him again, brushing both hands over Lyudmil's hair, feeling the curves of his cheekbones. Lyudmil became more confident in his touches, running his hand over Alucard's side. "How does your arm feel?"
"Better. You have taken good care of me." He smiled again, his long fingers tracing Lyudmil's features with a gentle touch.
Lyudmil beamed, kissing Alucard's hand. "That is all I want to do."
He pressed his fingers against Lyudmil's lower lip. "Then I want to do something for you as well."
"You are," Lyudmil breathed, "You are. This is more than I ever dreamed of, from you."
"You would not ask for more?" Gentle, with just the slightest hint of pressure, he opened Lyudmil's mouth, teased his lips with one finger.
Lyudmil shuddered, his breath hot against the tip of Alucard's finger. "I wouldn't ask for more. Hope for more, yes, god yes. But you've already been so generous, I wouldn't demand anything else."
"Ask me for more, please, ask me. I will not take advantage of your servitude. I need you to ask me."
It went against his nature to demand anything from his master, but he wanted what he was offered, so badly. "I ask you for more."
"What is it you want of me, my Lyudmil?" Alucard cradled his head, letting their foreheads touch.
"Everything." Lyudmil admitted. "I - you are so good. You're smart, and beautiful, and strong, and kind. I want that. I want you."
"Then make me yours."
Lyudmil flushed crimson. "What do you mean?"
"I want to belong to you, for a change."
"I-I don’t-" Lyudmil coughed. "I'm not exactly experienced."
"I don't mind."
Lyudmil kissed him, fervent, grateful. He buried both his hands in Alucard's hair, excitement bubbling through him. Alucard kissed him back, deep, but with a gentleness that gave away his human side.
Lyudmil sat, slowly, staring down at the beautiful man that had taken him in. "What do you like? It brings me pleasure, making you happy."
Alucard flushed slightly, smiling up at him. "I like the edge of pain. I like being bitten, having my hair tugged on."
Lyudmil straddled him, careful not to jostle his shoulder. He leaned down and scraped his teeth across the dhampir's neck. "Like this?"
"Harder." Alucard hissed.
His servant obeyed, taking the skin between his teeth and biting down. Alucard arched his back, threaded his hand in Lyudmil's short hair, and pulled. Lyudmil let out a startled sound that was half moan, and returned the favor with Alucard's long, white hair. Alucard gasped in, one leg wrapping around Lyudmil's waist.
Lyudmil whined, eager, tentatively pressing his hands against Alucard's bare chest. He bit the other side of his neck, worrying the pale skin with his teeth.
Alucard tilted his head back, a soft moan escaping him once more. He hardened under Lyudmil, a firm press between his legs. Lyudmil's eyes widened at the sensation. He sat up and moved back, hovering his hand over the front of Alucard's pants.
"May I...?"
"I would love it." Alucard pulled him down again and kissed him, deep.
Lyudmil returned the kiss, pressing his hand between Alucard's legs, rubbing his fingers along his length through the fabric of his pants. Alucard moaned into the kiss, his hands clenching where he held Lyudmil's shoulders. Lyudmil's fingers, gentle and steady, wandered to the clasp of Alucard's pants. "May I remove these?"
"You may, but you must remove your own clothes in return."
Lyudmil's face flushed deeper, but he nodded. He removed his coat and shirt slowly, crossing his arms over his chest when he was done. He was shy about his body. Alucard pushed his arms aside and moved cool, long fingers over his chest, teasing his nipples.
A giggle bubbled up in his throat. "That tickles."
Alucard applied more pressure, hoping to turn the tickle into something pleasurable.
"Oh..." Lyudmil put a hand to his mouth.
"Good?"
Lyudmil nodded, not trusting his voice at the moment.
He scratched, light, over his nipples, leaning up to kiss Lyudmil again.
Lyudmil shivered. "You wanted all of my clothes gone, correct?"
"I do."
He moved to the edge of the bed, stripping everything from his body. He turned back towards Alucard, curled into himself, trying not to hide. "I'm not beautiful, I hope you don't mind."
"You are gorgeous." Alucard assured him, stroking over his legs, his hips.
"You're flattering me." Lyudmil mumbled. "I'm nothing compared to you."
"I find you beautiful." He continued to touch Lyudmil, gentle, exploring his slender form.
"Thank you." Lyudmil smiled. "You're...godly. I feel blessed to even be allowed to look at you."
Alucard took Lyudmil's hips in hand and flipped their positions. A small grunt escaped him at the effort on his wounded shoulder. But he had Lyudmil underneath him, and that was what he wanted. He brought his lips to the human's collar, then his flushed, pink nipples, one after the other. Long fingers gripped his backside, kneaded into his flesh.
Lyudmil’s breath quickened at the touches, and he hid his face in his hands. He'd dreamed about this so many times, and now that it was actually happening, he didn’t know how to handle himself.
"Don't hide." Alucard whispered against his chest. "I want you to watch."
Lyudmil forced his hands down and clutched the sheets instead, his face, neck, and most of his chest flushed crimson.
Alucard smiled up at him. "Do you trust me?"
Lyudmil nodded. "With my life."
Alucard ducked down, gripped Lyudmil’s hips tight, and swallowed his cock.
His servant let out a strangled noise, his hips jerking up into Alucard's mouth on instinct. Alucard hummed, pleased, and pulled off of him. "Do that again." He ordered, eyes glistening with want.
Lyudmil hesitated. He didn't want to hurt his master, but it felt so good. Besides, an order was an order. He weaved his fingers into Alucard's hair, thrusting lightly into his mouth. Alucard moaned, soft, making vibrations down Lyudmil's cock. He swallowed when the head hit the back of his throat, taking the entire length of him in. Lyudmil whined, high and keening, his breathing labored. He had no idea it would feel this good.
Alucard pulled off once more, smiling, predatory and dark. "How do you want to come to orgasm?"
"I..." Speaking was difficult, now. "I want whatever you want." He stared down at his master, his eyes filled with adoration and want.
"Can I fuck you?" He whispered, sliding back up Lyudmil's body.
Lyudmil breathed deep and nodded, eager, clutching at Alucard's arms. Just the idea made him shudder. Alucard reached past Lyudmil, grabbed a small jar from a drawer in his bedside table. "I need you to relax, alright?"
"I'm trying." Lyudmil whispered. It was so hard, when everything he had ever wanted and more was happening to him, when Alucard was offering him even more still. He was practically shaking with excitement.
"Please. I do not want to hurt you." He placed a gentle hand at the center of Lyudmil's stomach.
Lyudmil nodded. He had to look away from those piercing eyes to gather himself, breathe deep and force his body to let go of the tension it was holding.
Alucard coated his fingers in something slick, his fingers skimming over Lyudmil's entrance, gentle. Lyudmil's breath caught in his throat, but he didn't pull away. He forced himself to stay calm, his chest rising and falling evenly.
One finger slipped inside, tentative. He watched Lyudmil for a reaction. His servant squirmed, pulling away a little from a sensation brand-new to him. "I'm fine." He promised. "It just feels strange."
"Just try to relax, please." He hummed, stroking his finger in and out, careful. Lyudmil closed his eyes, slowed his breathing even further, gradually relaxing his muscles. Alucard slipped a second finger inside, gently beginning to open him. Lyudmil's breathing quickened, but he stayed still, letting Alucard prepare his body. He trusted his master not to hurt him.
"Let me know when you are ready for more."
Lyudmil nodded, waited until the slight pain had receded. "It doesn't hurt any more."
He inserted one more finger, excessively gentle. He stroked Lyudmil's cock in the same rhythm, trying to bring him back to hardness. His hips moved against Alucard's hands, pushing himself deeper onto his fingers at the same time.
"Good?" He hummed, sought another kiss.
"Yes." Lyudmil gasped, arching into his mouth.
He continued to fuck Lyudmil on his fingers, kissing him, patient. After a while, Lyudmil pulled away from the kiss, saliva on his chin and lust in his eyes. "Take me, please."
Alucard nodded, removing his fingers and slicking his full, flushed cock. "I want you to help me keep pace. Move when you're ready for more. I won't hurt you." He pressed just the head of his arousal at Lyudmil's entrance.
"I know you won't." Lyudmil stared at him, his eyes betraying his nerves. He moved against Alucard after a few moments, minding his breathing. Alucard shuddered as he slipped more of his cock into Lyudmil, the heat, the tightness of him overwhelming. Lyudmil couldn't stop a small whine from escaping him, his muscles clenching down, trying to resist the intrusion.
Alucard reached out with one hand, rubbed his shoulder. "Relax, please, relax."
Lyudmil breathed quickly, biting his lip. It took a couple minutes, but he managed to get his body back under control. "I'm sorry. I think you can move, now."
Alucard slid slowly in, until he was fully seated inside Lyudmil. Lyudmil bit down on one of his knuckles, his eyes watering. He shuddered, reminding himself to stay calm.
"Tell me when I can move."
"I'm trying." Lyudmil whispered. It hurt, far more than he'd expected, but he wanted to please Alucard so badly. He breathed through his nose, teeth working on one of his fingers while his other hand clamped in the sheets.
"We can stop, if you're hurt."
"No, no. I'll adjust." He reached for Alucard's arms. "I want you, so much."
Breathing deep, Alucard leaned down for another kiss. Instead of kissing his lips, Lyudmil buried his hands in his master's hair, nipping at his neck again. Alucard moaned aloud, and his hips jerked unintentionally. Lyudmil cried out, a sharp noise of pain.
Alucard went still, shock and regret passing his features. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."
"It's alright!" Lyudmil rushed to assure him, wincing. "That was my fault. I'm sorry it's taking me so long. As I said, I’m not experienced."
"I know, and I’m trying to make it good for you."
"You are." Lyudmil promised, offering him a smile, shifting his body, trying to adjust. "You have no idea how long I've - I've wanted you to do something like this."
Alucard reached between them, stroking Lyudmil's cock. "I want you."
"It's an honor to hear you say that." Lyudmil breathed. He arched into Alucard's touch. "I - I think you can move, now. But, slowly, please?"
Slowly, he did move, trying to feel out what angles felt good for Lyudmil. His servant couldn't feel anything, yet, except the dull burn between his legs. He bit down on two of his fingers, letting Alucard take what he needed. "I think you can go faster. Slightly."
He did, watching Lyudmil all the while.
After a while, his body finally eased its tension. "Does it feel good?" He breathed, staring up at his master's golden eyes, desperate to make him happy.
"Better than you can imagine." He struggled to keep his voice even as he began to move quicker, easier inside him.
"Good." Lyudmil sighed. Just hearing that Alucard was enjoying this made it worth all the trouble, for Lyudmil. "Is there anything I can do, to make it even better?"
"I want to please you."
Lyudmil laughed. "But I want to please you. Are we at a standstill?"
Alucard smiled and lifted Lyudmil's hips, gentle, to change the angle of his thrusts again. Lyudmil gasped, his hands clenching into fists, his cock twitching. "What was that?"
"The right place." He hummed. "Just the right place." He kept fucking into Lyudmil, growing quicker, rougher.
Gradually, Lyudmil began to move back against him, happy whines escaping his throat along with whispers of Alucard's name.
Alucard kissed him again, fierce. Lyudmil moaned into his mouth, pressing his tongue against his sharp teeth, pulling Alucard's hair as he met his thrusts with his hips. Alucard only moved faster, chasing his orgasm.
Lyudmil buried his face in Alucard's neck, clinging tight to him. "Master, touch me, please."
He did, off tempo with his thrusts, moans growing louder, more ragged.
Eventually, Lyudmil let out a loud, wordless cry. His body stilled beneath Alucard and his nails dug into the dhampir's back as he came over his stomach.
Alucard came close after, the feeling of Lyudmil's orgasm setting him off.
Lyudmil struggled to catch his breath, his mind scrambled from all the new sensations. He released Alucard and fell back onto the bed, eyes glazed.
Alucard pulled out, slow, gentle. "You are too good to me."
"No, you are." Lyudmil reached for his hands, sluggish with exhaustion. "Thank you, for giving me this."
He kissed Lyudmil again. "I do not want you to be my servant any longer."
"What?" Lyudmil cried. His mood changed in a heartbeat, his eyes filling with sadness, fear. He struggled to sit up. "What did I do to displease you? Please, don't send me away. I have nowhere else to go."
"I want you to be my lover, Lyudmil. I cannot do that if you are sworn to serve me."
Lyudmil's heartbeat returned to normal. "I - I can do both." He smiled, hopefully. "I wouldn't take advantage of your kindness without doing something to earn my keep."
"No. We must meet on equal footing. I cannot take advantage of your servitude."
Lyudmil shook his head. "You could never take advantage of me. You're too kind. Besides, what will I do in the castle, if not serve you?"
"I can teach you what my mother knew of healing, if you wish."
"Would you?" Lyudmil smiled wide at him, pale eyes full of gratitude. "Because, I would like nothing more than to love you."
"I will. You can serve as a healer, then, and we will be more equal."
Lyudmil threw his arms around Alucard's neck. "Thank you, master."
"I am not your master. And I have no desire to be."
"Sorry." Lyudmil laughed. "It will take me a while to break the habit."
"Then I will have to keep reminding you." Alucard smiled.
"Um." Something occurred to Lyudmil. "Will your father approve of this arrangement?"
"Honestly? I give no mind to what he thinks any longer."
Lyudmil hugged him tight. "Thank you, Alucard."