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Fandom: Castlevania: LOS Pairing: Dracula/Alucard Warning: Incest Thirst made his fangs ache. His mouth was dry, his throat parched. His strength was waning by the moment. Yet, he still struggled against the blood that bound him.

Thick and viscous, his claws sank into it, tearing away chunks and leaving holes. It reformed as soon as he pulled his fingers away and he sagged, panting.

Warm fingers touched his chin and his head was lifted up with the scrape of a claw. He shuddered. When was the last time he had felt the warmth of another's skin?

"You need to feed, son," his father's voice said. His hands came up to cup his face and he shuddered again, leaning into them.

The low, raspy voice settled him a bit and he leaned further into his father's grasp, sighing quietly. Torchlight flickered across his features and he wondered if he was imagining the warm look directed at him.

"I won't drink human blood," he muttered. Some of the anger and self-hatred leaked into his voice and his father sighed. Sharp claws scratched lightly at his scalp and his eyes slid shut.

His grasp on his bonds went slack, hands falling to brush at the blood circling his wrists. His father laughed and it sent a throb through him.

"I think I prefer you like this," he said and there was something warm and light in his tone. Alucard wanted to hear it again, to always be directed at him.

Dracul pressed closer, leaning his forehead rest against Alucard's shoulder.

"Drink from me then," he said, removing one of his hands from Alucard's face to brush his hair away from the back of his neck. The other moved to curl around his waist and squeeze.

Already, Alucard felt warm. The long dead parts of his body slowly started to heat as he tilted his head and lowered it to let his fangs brush against his father's neck. Then, they sank in.

Dracul let out a small hiss, but stayed where he was, letting Alucard drink his fill.

There was the expected anger in his father's blood, sharp and bitter with the taint of grief. He moaned at the next flavors to hit him. Lust as molten as lava and love as warm as sunlight.

His body slackened further util the only things holding him up were the bonds.

He sucked again, tasting more of the blood. It was spiced with power and flavor; its zing sending a bolt of heat through him. His toes were warm now, his hands too. The rest of him was heating further.

He gave one last suck and drew his fangs out. Blood tricked from the wound and he moved back in to lick it up. Beneath him, Dracul shuddered.

He drew back, only to gasp as his fathers hand's slid down into his pants to grab his cock. He hadn't even noticed he was hard, too enamored with the taste of his father's blood.

Dracul's hands were warm, so very warm and he suddered, letting a moan slip out. They stroked him, slowly, from root to tip before wandering down to scrape at his thighs.

He strained against his bonds again. His fingers ached. He wanted to touch, wanted to run his hands through his father's hair and scrape at his back with his claws.

Dracul's hands moved again. This time, scraping upwards to flick at his nipples. He yelped a bit before that molten heat crept upwards and drenched his mind in lust.

He gasped again and again as his father tugged them.

"Please," he gasped. His hips arched upwards, rubbing against his father's coat. His pants were tight, constricting and he wanted them off.

Dracul laughed, removing his hands from Alucard's chest.

"Begging already? We haven't even started."

"Please," Alucard gasped again.

The heat burned him, felt like it was emanating from every inch of him. His mouth was dry again and he licked his lips, trying to get some moisture back.

Dracul's eyes followed the movement. Then, he bent his head and kissed him. It was dry, a little too dry, but Dracul's hands were back on him, scraping his skin as he dissolved Alucard's pants with a burst of power.

It tingled against his senses and he groaned as cold air hit his cock. His hips arched upwards again. Dracul's hands stroked down his cock before moving lower to slip behind him.

He bit back a gasp as one of them slipped into him. A claw scraped at his insides as it moved further inward. Pain accented the pleasure and he let his head fall sideways, onto his shoulder.

"My lovely boy," Dracul murmured. His voice still held that warmth and light and it sent another curl of pleasure through him. His cock throbbed again as another finger slipped into him.

His father's fingers pressed into him gently. Molten heat sparked on his spine and he spread his legs further, tried to push back against them.

"Please," he whispered. It was hard to form thoughts. They fragmented as soon as he tried. He wanted more, wanted the lust to fan higher and his father to devour him completely.

Dracul breathed against his lips as he looked Alucard in the eyes. They were deep red and glowing, bringing heat in their wake. Alucard's own eyes were flickering. Pleasure made it too much of an effort to keep them open.

He whimpered underneath the gaze, back arching again so their bodies rubbed together. His father grinned, a hint of fang showing.

He slid his fingers out of Alucard and Alucard whined. His body followed them, shivering as he met empty air. Dracul reached for his belt, willing both it and his pants away with a gesture.

His own cock, larger than Alucard's, lay swollen against his thigh. It dripped and he took a hand and lifted it, smearing fluid all over it. Alucard inhaled and whatever his father saw in his eyes made his grin widen.

Dracul closed the space between them, gripping one of Alucard's thighs with his a hand. He lifted it, gripping his cock with the other and sliding it into his son's body.

Both of them groaned.

Dracul went still for a long moment, feeling his cock throb in the heat. Alucard moved his hips back and forth to get the friction he craved. Sparks fizzed through him as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter within him. His father moved, gently thrust into him as he grasped his shoulders.

"You're so good for me," his father said, gasping praise into Alucard's ear.

Syrupy warmth curled through him. It joined with the pleasure coiling inside until he was hot and gasping and boiling with it.

He pressed up against his father again, rising up on his toes. Dracul's thrusts grew faster, harder and he moved with them. He rubbed his cock on his father's chest until the pleasure coiled again, rising until he burst with a gasp. He shuddered through it as Dracul fucked him, took his own pleasure without any regard to his son's sensitivity. He came too with a bitten off hiss of his name, slumping against him.

They stayed like that with warm torchlight flickering over them. The castle was quiet, though never empty, and they were undisturbed. Their bodies cooled and Alucard felt his wrists beginning to ache. His arms burned a bit and he shifted, trying to relieve them.

Dracul rose, blinking slowly. He studied his son for a few long moments before touching the bonds and letting them dissolve. Alucard slumped into his arms, body limp with satisfaction and Dracul laughed.

"If this is what it takes to get you to drink blood, then we will do it again," he promised. Alucard merely nodded against him and let himself rest.