Stoker Household Activity Log: April (Mmm Sacrelicious...)

[tinyvampiregod]

Who: Open to all residents and their visitors.
When: The month of April (specific dates in subject lines)
Where: The Stoker Household / Winthers Lake Manor in Sector Seven, close to the border of Sector Four.
Summary: Daily shenanigans and interactions amongst the household throughout the month.
Warnings: There will be threads regarding the Seven Sins plot for the month, so expect some Envy, Gluttony, Sloth, and Wrath.



Enter freely and of your own volition.

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[tinyvampiregod]

"You offered to carry me. Do so and I shall tell you once we're in your room," Alucard said reasonably, casting a sedate smile to his features as though such an expression would allay Walter's concerns. He lifted his arms and flexed his fingers in a come here, come on, gesture to the butler.

[angel_of_death]

The toned-down expression did not alleviate Walter's suspicions in the slightest. If anything, it exacerbated them. Nevertheless, when Alucard beckoned to him, he drew closer still.

"So help me, if there's a single drop of chocolate on you and it gets on my clothing, I'm going to stuff garlic in your mouth while you're sleeping."

[tinyvampiregod]

"What a horrible thing to threaten, Walter," Alucard clucked his tongue and directed, "Now turn around, and crouch." He would have to sort of ooze onto Walter. It didn't seem abnormal in the slightest his lack of motivation, his lack of want to to do anything but lounge and drink blood. It was perfectly in keeping with his life, he thought.

[angel_of_death]

Walter didn't think so. And he wasn't about to wait around while Alucard moved at a snail's pace to climb onto his back, either. So, rather than follow Alucard's instructions, he reached out to grasp the vampire's arm, pulling his partner over to him and manoeuvring to pull the lackadaisical creature up onto his back.

"If you get any lazier, Alucard, you may very well turn into stone. Or maybe you'll end up a pile of bloody goo like that one brat I took care of."

[tinyvampiregod]

"I am not a sack of potatoes," Alucard groused, but allowed Walter to assit him in getting onto Walter's back. Alucard's slender arms wrapped around Walter's shoulders, his knees at Walter's hips. Alucard's mouth was right at the boy's neck and he inhaled deeply.

"I can smell your blood," He fairly purred, but made no aggressive moves.

[angel_of_death]

The purr at his throat made Walter tense, the hairs on the back of his neck bristling at the thought of those fangs so close to such vulnerable flesh. His pulse momentarily quickened, and for an instant he held his breath. But the moment soon passed, and with an irate murmur he wrapped gloved fingers around and beneath his partner's knees, pulling them forward and up so that the vampire was securely on his back.

"Don't you try anything funny now."

[tinyvampiregod]

"Define....funny," Alucard breathed along his neck, giving a low laugh. His mouth pressed just over Walter's pulse, he could feel as it sped up for just a moment. The vampire's eyes flared brighter and he allowed his fangs to just barely graze Walter's naked skin.

"Of course I will wait until you ask. You will ask, won't you? Not wanting to be lost to time, replaced and fading..." He murmured, letting the words run slightly together in a velvet sound.

[angel_of_death]

Walter had been fully prepared to snap back with a caustic retort when he felt those fangs brush just above the fabric of his collar, the words fleeing from his mind as his body gave an involuntary shudder. If Alucard hadn't started talking again at that very moment, Walter would undoubtedly have cut him apart-- but the words of temptation murmured against his throat stilled his fingers. Once again thoughts were turning in his mind-- only this time, they were not exercises of threats or wit, but burdensome contemplations that tugged unpleasantly at his chest.

"Replaced..." Ah, yes. The future Alucard had turned that girl-- had barely spoken to Walter the time he was in the city, but had seemed to hold his fledgeling girl in esteem. He had replaced him, hadn't he...

"By Miss Victoria, you mean?"

[tinyvampiregod]

"Yes," Alucard hissed, digging his fangs into Walter's skin, not nearly hard enough to break. Ever careful.

"By Seras Victoria, the Police Girl," Alucard murmured. "Why did I turn her, Angel of Death? Why? Why not you? Did you ever ask? I would. It is you I want, Walter. My partner. Did I ask? Did you refuse me again and again until the cold, creeping fingers of old age wrapped around your heart?"

He huffed against Walter's skin, "Don't deny me, don't deny yourself."

[angel_of_death]

The increased pressure against the soft flesh of his throat prompted Walter to tense, his fingers curling deeper into the faux clothing of his partner's knees as a grunt passed from his lips.

The tension only grew as Alucard voiced the very question that ran through his mind. Why did he turn her? What exactly was so special about her that drew his partner to the girl? Why did the Alucard of the future seem to favour her over him?

And yet, even as his partner voiced his secret insecurities, he at the same time whispered what Walter wanted to hear most. He was wanted. His partner wanted him. But he wasn't going to jump on the offer. As much as his jealousy and relief pulled at him, something in the back of his mind told him to stop. Why? Because Alucard had been acting queerly? Because Integra had been acting queerly?

Integra... He had raised her as an old man, hadn't he. He was supposed to grow tall, eventually grow out his hair, develop the wrinkles to mark his advanced age...

"Let's... Let's just go to bed. I'll clean up the mess here later."

[tinyvampiregod]

"As you say, Walter," Alucard murmured against his ear. "You will have time to think, won't you? No rush decisions." As he spoke, his lips brushed flesh, whisper a physical imprint.

"Only know that I want you, Walter, with me forever," He pressed a small hand to Walter's chest, over his beating heart. "There are other ways than vampirism."

And at that he lay his head on Walter's shoulder, enjoying the warmth of the body against him, the companionship between the two. No, he did not want to lose this. He did not want to lose Walter.

[angel_of_death]

The brush of lips against Walter's ear, the breath that inevitably passed across his flesh as words were whispered to him sent shivers up his spine and through his arms. Again, his fingers responded to the sensation; shifting, re-situating, and pressing once again to restore the firmness of his grip.

His heart was racing beneath Alucard's touch. Part of him wanted to ask what his partner had meant-- what other ways there were-- for whatever ways there were seemed to have fled his mind in those moments. The other part, however, was grateful he had not pressed the subject; for some reason, Walter doubted he could resist for long if his partner pursued the issue.

He hated the thought of being replaced.

"...Do you have a good hold? I don't want you falling off while I'm walking up the stairs."

[tinyvampiregod]

"You'd never drop me, Walter," Alucard murmured and pressed his face into Walter's exposed neck, smiling into his skin. He did hope the boy would remember this, that Alucard waited for free will and not whatever slight madness had Walter in it's grip had passed for Walter to make a choice, not of whim but of decision.

And he did so hope it was the right choice.

He needed Walter with him.

[angel_of_death]

Walter would remember. He would remember for a long, long time.

His hold secure, Walter carried his partner out of the room and up the three flights of stairs it took to get to his room.

He could survive one evening without dinner.

[tinyvampiregod]

Alucard would be pleased with that.

And sprawl all over Walter for the night.