Family Resemblance

Title: Family Resemblance.
Author: Shaded Mazoku.
Email: herukatto@hotmail.com.
Part: 1/1.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Konami. I’m just borrowing them for my own twisted purposes. I make no money off of this.
Warnings: Yaoi, lemon, incest, vampires, blood play.
Rating: NC-17.
Summary: Alucard looks a lot like his mother.
Pairing(s): DraculaxAlucard.
Fandom: Castlevania.

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Alucard has always been told that he looks a lot like his mother. He has her pale skin, her pale hair and her eyes. More than once, people has whispered that he would look as pretty in a dress as she did. Alucard himself takes these comments with grace, like he does everything. He is a calm creature, not prone to emotional outbursts. He knows that they are right, too. He is still human enough to see his own reflection, and the family resemblance is great. He has slightly more masculine features, and his hair is more his father’s pale silvery hair than his mother’s pale gold, but there is no denying whose child he is. He moves like his mother, too. All grace and elegance, and it isn’t his vampiric side that does it, as his mother was human and still moved like that.

The story of the romance between the beautiful Lisa and Dracula is a well-known tale in the area. Most people write it off as a fanciful fairytale, and it does sound like it. The story of a lovely human woman who captured the heart of the Prince of Darkness, the very son of the Devil himself, is exactly the kind of story fairytales are built on. But unlike a fairytale, this story ends in tragedy. Lisa ended her life on a bonfire, innocently accused of witchcraft, and Alucard, who was still Adrian then, is motherless now.

And Dracula has lost his love. Grief doesn’t lie in his nature, so he tries to suppress it by ignoring his pain. He is good at that. He has done it for years. Not only years, and not only decades, but for centuries. Dracula is a master of masks and disguises, and he uses his knowledge to his advantage as often as he can. He’s the son of the Devil, and he will not mourn for the death of a human woman, no matter how deeply he’d like to do just that.

He has noticed how much Alucard resembles his mother. It is impossible to not notice. Dracula doesn’t know what to make of it. His son is an enigma to him. He knows nothing of children, and nothing of teenagers, except the best ways to kill them. His son is a living reminder of his lost Lisa, and he should hate him for it, but hate isn’t what he feels when he looks at the child. The young boy, who is just turned twelve, makes Dracula feel good when he sees him. It feels good in a way that only Lisa has made him feel before.

There are simpler emotions underlying this complex one, of course. There is fatherly pride, protectiveness and other very unusual feelings. Unusual for Dracula, at least. And then there is the simplest emotion of them all, bloodlust. It’s the drive force for all vampires, and Dracula is the king of vampires. The feeling of bloodlust is one he understands. But there is another feeling on top of the blood lust. Ordinary lust. The feeling of lust that flashes through him every time he sees his son is an unexplainable one, and Dracula, who doesn’t really have any morals, catches himself wondering about the ethics of lust. He hates it. He hates feeling things he’s not used to.

He is used to lust, of course. He is an attractive man, and a rich one, and these things has drawn many a lover to his bed during both his life and his unlife. He has had many a lover, of both genders. Yes, Dracula understands lust. He’s intimately acquainted with it. He is just incapable of understanding why it is his son who brings out these feelings in him.

Which is why he is here tonight, in Alucard’s bedchamber, watching the small dhampir sleep. Alucard looks very peaceful when he is sleeping, like a little angel, and Dracula is yet again reminded of his Lisa, who also looked angelic in her sleep. He sits down at the bedside and carefully strokes his son’s pale hair out of his face. The small youth murmurs something in his sleep and rubs against the touch. He’s not used to be touched. Most people consider him something to be admired from afar, never to be touched, like a marble statue. Dracula watches Alucard rubbing himself against his hand, and he smiles, his fangs gleaming in the moonlight.

He lifts Alucard easily, cradling the youth in his arms. The dhampir yawns and curls up to his father, not understanding what the man is doing in his bed, but happy to see him. He likes having his father around. He is a tactile child, and his father isn’t usually very gentle, so he enjoys it when he is. Dracula sighs, although he isn’t quite sure why.

He has an unholy urge to strip his child of his nightshirt and touch him all over. In his sleep, Alucard’s resemblance to his mother is even more obvious, and it makes Dracula hunger in a way he hasn’t hungered since Lisa died. He slowly slides a hand up underneath the fabric of the boy’s shirt, marveling at the smoothness of the skin. Alucard doesn’t seem to mind. Dracula wonders if that is because he’s still half asleep, or because he likes it. It’s hard to tell with Alucard. He’s not a very expressive creature.

Alucard remains silent as his father’s hands slide over his skin in the light of the moon. He makes no sounds as strong fingers caress his neck, his arms, and his chest. They circle his nipples lazily before rubbing against the pale pink nubs, making them harden under the pressure. Alucard remains silent as his father touch him. He knows that something isn’t right, but his father seems to like it, and it doesn’t really feel bad, so he doesn’t struggle. He wants to be a good son for his father. Dracula smiles as he pulls the nightshirt off his son and pulls the youth into his lap again.

He leans down and rubs his face against Alucard’s neck, enjoying the scent of his son. The youth shivers and places his arms around his father’s neck, a parody of an embrace. Dracula smiles again and presses his lips to Alucard’s jugular. He needs to feel the blood the two of them shares, needs to feel it flood his mouth.

The dhampir shivers again as he realizes what his father is planning. He doesn’t attempt to avoid it, though. Dracula opens his mouth and licks the skin under his lips. His tongue is wet, but cold, and feels sort of raspy, like a cat’s. Alucard’s eyes widen and he squirms a little. This isn’t what he has expected to happen. Dracula smirks and closes his eyes. He loves the feeling of his lovely child squirming in his lap. With a sigh, he sinks his fangs into the soft skin, delighting in the sweet blood that flows out. Alucard cries out, but not from the pain. He enjoys the bite, and the feelings the bite brings out in him.

Dracula pulls away and licks his lips. His bloodlust is quenched for now, but his lust isn’t. His pants feel uncomfortably tight, and he places Alucard back on the bed long enough to shed his elaborate outfit, leaving him naked in the night. Alucard looks at his father with big eyes. He has never seen his father without his fancy outfits before, and he has never seen a naked adult before. His eyes take in the most obvious differences. Dracula is taller, and he is built differently. He had broader shoulders and more muscles than Alucard’s tiny body. He has more body hair, although not much, mostly between his legs. His father’s penis is much larger than his, too, and it’s hard, not small and soft like his own. Alucard feels hotter, but he doesn’t understand why.

Dracula notes the way his son is watching him, and smiles down at the boy. He sits down at the bed again, and pulls Alucard back into his lap. He murmurs assurances to his child as he strokes over the soft skin. He places scattered kisses along Alucard’s jaw, on his neck, and on his cheeks. When he sees that Alucard doesn’t mind, he kisses his lips, letting his tongue flicker out to tease. Alucard gasps and Dracula takes advantage of that to slip his tongue into the youth’s mouth, caressing the boy’s tongue with his.

The vampiric blood in Alucard’s veins respond to the intimate gesture, and Alucard finds himself clinging to his father as the man kisses him hard and slow, exploring him in ways nobody has done before. He loves the feeling of skin against skin and he wants more, even if he doesn’t know what “more” is.

Dracula notices, and slides his hands down Alucard’s skin. One of them is placed on Alucard’s cock, rubbing it steadily. The other slips to the youth’s ass, resting on the softly curved buttocks. It is no problem for him to summon the bottle of oil he keeps in his room, and before long, he is pushing a slick finger into his son. Alucard cries out again, and tears appear in his eyes. Dracula licks them away as they start trailing down pale skin. The array of mixed emotions is driving him crazy, and it seems like Alucard feels it too, because although he gasps and cries, he is not trying to get away. He wiggles against his father’s touch, and makes pretty noises every time Dracula adds a finger.

When Dracula finally enters him, Alucard makes a sharp sound that is somewhere between pain and pleasure. His eyes tear up again, and he claws at his father’s back. His nails leave bloody trails on Dracula’s back. Dracula moans and bites down at Alucard’s neck again as he thrusts into the youth. He shivers in pleasure, and he is drowning in the sensations. Alucard moans as well, and his eyes rolls back into his head. He is enjoying this even if it hurts. Maybe because it hurts. Alucard isn’t sure but he loves the feeling of being impaled like this. His body feels like it’s filled with white, hot light, and before he knows what is happening, he is climaxing, arching his back.

Dracula feels the boy clench around him and is dragged over the edge as well, filling Alucard with his seed. When he calms, he looks at the pale child in his arms. Alucard is unconscious, and there is a flush on his face. A thin film of sweat covers his body. Dracula smiles and pulls out. He carries the boy to the bed and uses his nightshirt to clean them both off. He will buy his son a new one. Alucard snuggles up to him, and again, Dracula is struck by how much he resembles his mother.

To his surprise, the thought brings tears to his eyes. He realizes that Lisa would never forgive what he has just done to their son, but he cannot bring himself to regret it. He pulls Alucard into his arms and kisses his lips, before placing him carefully on the bed, pulling the covers over him. Quietly, he pulls his clothing back on and casts a spell that erases Alucard’s memories. He wants to do the same his own memories, but he can’t. He wants to pretend that he regrets his actions, but he doesn’t. For the first time, he realizes what his pact with the Devil really means, and what his name means, to him and to others.

For the first time, Dracula really feels damned. And there is nobody there to save his soul this time.