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Julian lies in his pitch-black room, the nerves on his body still tingling with the ghost of Leomord’s touch. But behind his eyes, he envisions Nolan standing by the foot of his bed. Messy blond hair falls across his forehead as he hovers over Julian. That crucifix-shaped mark beneath his right eye appears almost lifelike. And when their eyes meet, time stays still.
With a low voice, Nolan whispers, “Look at you…so beautiful.” Julian keens coyly as if Nolan’s words touch something within him. “The finest thing my eyes have ever beheld.”
Nolan scoots closer, pressing Julian into the mattress. Julian mewls, confusion brimming in his flushed face because why the hell is Nolan here, in his bed, when Julian shoved him away after a stolen kiss weeks ago?
Julian should push him off. Should.
But he doesn’t.
Nolan’s thumb runs over Julian’s lower lip, glistening and it takes a lot from the Scarlet Raven not to part his lips and press his tongue against the pad of his thumb. Instead, a low grunt emanated from his throat that made Nolan smirk, his knuckles grazing Julian’s cheekbone one last time before pulling aback. Julian, in turn, stops himself from chasing his warmth.
Strong fingers dig into Julian’s thighs, hooking them around his waist with an authority that stuns Julian silent. No asking. No hesitation. Like Nolan already peeked at the fantasies Julian choked back. The ones where he’d wake up slick between his legs, writhing against the sheets, the ones during he daydreamed during lecture while Nolan’s voice dripped slow and deep over constellations and left Julian squirming in his seat.
Suddenly, Nolan drags him in. Julian’s hips lift, involuntary, almost startled at the sudden shift. Julian feels it. The bare underside of Nolan’s cock pressing against his slit. He bites his lip from the friction, reins himself from grinding against Nolan’s cock despite how badly he wants to. Somehow, he doesn’t want to appear easy in front of his professor’s eyes, let him know that he still has self-control, despite the insane amount of slick gushing from between his thighs.
“I must say you’re incredibly patient about this for someone so needy,” Nolan murmurs. Julian can’t help the ghost of a smile passing his lips.
Nolan surprises him again by capturing his wrists and pinning them on both sides of his head, making Julian look up. Intense blue eyes meet crystal red ones. Nolan loses that playful smile of his as he starts to lean down, slow as a fucking sand filling an hourglass. Julian braces himself from the kiss he thinks is coming—yet, Nolan suddenly stops, his mouth only a few centimetres apart from Julian’s. Hot breath ghosts his lips instead and it intensifies the need in Scarlet Raven to press forward and just fucking kiss him already.
As Nolan remains still and unmoving, Julian takes matters into his own hands, crane his head up, pressing his lips against Nolan’s. Only for Nolan to outspeed him and retreat with a chuckle. Julian groans, struggling against Nolan’s grip. His wrists are pinned and with Nolan’s weight pressing down on him he’s rendered immobile.
“Perhaps I speak too soon.” Nolan’s smirk is infuriatingly hot. “You’re desperate as fuck, huh?” His fingers clasp tighter around his wrists. “Even after giving your body to many others for so many times.”
Julian feels his chest clench from the blow of the words. He knows what Nolan is pertaining to. How he’s been abusing his sex within the guild, trading bodily fluids with whoever would get his attention and fill his desires. His cheeks turn red. He turns away, too ashamed to look at the professor’s demeaning eyes.
Nolan drags his tongue slowly and wetly in a line on Julian’s collarbone up to his jaw, stopping just beneath his ear. A rumbling chuckle comes out, followed by, “Still, you writhe for me like a virgin.” Julian whines, hips bucking once, twice, before Nolan pins them down with his strong thighs.
The first syllable comes out cracked. Half a breath, half a plea. Before Julian even realizes he’s spoken. “Touch me,” he rasps weakly. “Nolan...kiss m—”
Nolan doesn’t move. His expression doesn‘t soften. If anything, it darkens, that smirk twisting into something crueler. The hand pinning Julian’s wrists tightens just enough to make him gasp. “Do you think you deserve it?” Nolan’s voice is deep, rumbling, rough, nothing like the gentle lecturer’s tone Julian knows. “After pushing me away and running like a scared little rabbit the first time we shared a kiss?”
Julian’s breath stutters.
“You think you deserve me after choosing to run off to men who only sees your tight little cunt as some plaything?”
Julian can’t help the pathetic whimpers constricting in his throat. His chest aches like Nolan’s words are fingers digging between his ribs. He did run. But fuck, he never thought Nolan would look at him like this, would pin him down and talk to him like he’s something to be punished.
“Y-You don’t mean that.”
He hates this Nolan, he fucking hates how justified Nolan’s words are because a small part of him agrees—agrees that he’s nothing but a spoiled brat who uses his new anatomy like a fucking currency.
Nolan grabs his jaw, forcing his chin up until their gazes lock. “I bet you don’t even think twice before spreading those thighs, do you?” he hisses, gaze lowering onto Julian’s lips. “Bet you’re filthier than the dagger you use to slay ogres and demons, Scarlet Raven.”
Julian turns away, a single tear falling on the sheet. The grip around him only becomes more merciless. “Such a waste. Celestial ruby eyes and starfire in your veins yet you let them treat you like a goddamn campfire they can warm their hands against.”
Suddenly, Nolan throws him back into the mattress and the world melts like ink in water.
Julian wakes up panting. He curses and drags a hand down his face. The feel of Nolan’s breath in his dream left his skin tingling, but the real thing is the slick between his legs.
He sighs, running a lazy hand over his pussy, confirming that he’s truly wet, underwear visibly damp. With eyes closed, he takes the pillow next to his head and slides it between his thighs, squeezing around it with a slow, rolling grind.
A louder sigh escapes him as a naked vision of Nolan dances through his sleep-deprived mind. It’s Nolan’s fingers rubbing against his slit, his wet tongue tracing his jaw. None of which weren’t real, and yet his body doesn’t seem to care.
However, the drag of fabric against his clit just isn’t enough. Julian sits up, hastily peels his panties off and flings it across the room. He proceeds to straddle the pillow and slams his hips back down.
A series of moans escapes him. He grinds again, harder and rougher, the ridge of the pillow’s seam emanating delicious friction against his clit. Slick continued to gush out of him he could practically hear it. Every squelch. Every scuffle of fabric. He throws his head back, mouth hanging open as he imagines grinding his pussy against Nolan’s mouth, making the older man the juices out of him like a feral beast, letting Nolan tonguefuck into the hollow of his cunt with slow, sensual thrusts.
He grinds faster. Heat starts to pool in his pelvis and travels throughout his body. Now, he imagines those piercing blue eyes locked into his face, a smirk flashing behind his pussy, knowing exactly how wrecked he’s making him.
He screams Nolan’s name before he comes—a raw, broken sound that shreds his throat like glass.
During recess, Julian drags X.Borg by his heavy armor toward the cafeteria’s deserted balcony. Perfect for privacy. Julian wastes no time pressing X.Borg against the rusted railing. Their mouths clash, hungry and familiar. Julian’s tongue slips past X.Borg’s lips and the half-cyborg retaliates by dragging the younger’s lower lip with his teeth.
As their liplocking becomes more obscene and messier, Julian one arm wraps around X.Borg’s neck like how his chains would ensnare around enemies. X.Borg reaches for Julian’s free hand and presses it against the growing bulge between his legs.
Julian curses and he gives it an experimental squeeze. He arches into him, forgetting Nolan, Leomord, everything but the harsh bite of X.Borg’s canines against his lower lip.
Julian’s eyes slowly flutter open mid-kiss. He feels it. Over X.Borg’s shoulder, Ruby’s familiar presence at the balcony entrance, her posture stiffening, hesitant to move forward. She turns sharply on her heel and just in time, Julian detaches himself from the half-cyborg. “Ruby?”
X.Borg groans, throwing his head back dramatically, gloved fingers groping Julian’s waist possessively. “Fucking ignore her.”
Ruby freezes mid-retreat, shoulders tense. She turns back around, hands fussing with her skirt. Her cheeks flush crimson as she avoids seeing Julian's swollen lips and X.Borg’s disheveled plating.
The latter releases Julian indignantly with a disgusted tsk, stomping past Ruby without a glance. “Handle your shit,” he mutters before vanishing into the cafeteria’s din.
Julian ignores him and goes to greet Ruby and asks her what’s up. He notices jittering a little bit, her single green eye darting away nervously. She clears her throat. “Julian... I need a favor. A big one.”
Julian tilts his head, curious. Ruby doesn’t ask for help often, especially looking like a scared squirrel.
Then, she takes two crisp tickets from her pocket, holding them out. “They were rewards for Freya’s challenge yesterday,” she explains quickly. “For swinging the heaviest weapon the longest and the reward is a four-hour private training session with Alucard.”
Fuck. Julian’s ruby eyes widen subtly at the name. Alucard. The legendary fighter who caught him and X.Borg in the locker room months ago.
The last thing Julian wants is to face that judgment. “W-Why me? Why not Lukas o-or Yin? No offense to them but they need better training in weapons than I do?”
She shifts her weight, her eye patch stark against her flushed skin. “They’re busy. Both of them,” she mumbles.
Julian raises a brow. “And you think I’m not?”
Ruby shrugs, a small, defensive gesture. Her gaze flicks pointedly toward the cafeteria doorway where X.Borg vanished. “Well, you’re here...you know...making out with X.Borg,” she says, voice low.
Julian follows her look, heat prickling his neck. He crosses his arms. “So? That doesn’t mean I’m free!” She doesn’t say it, but the implication hangs heavy: ‘Clearly, someone has time for distractions.’
Julian sighs, running a hand through his messy hair. “Then, why not just go alone? It’s just training, not a date.”
Ruby bites her lip, her single green eye darting down to her boots. “Th-that’s the problem! When he’s near? I trip. A lot. I stutter like a fool and Alucard doesn’t have the patience for stuttering fools.” She looks up, desperation flashing in her single eye. “Last time he corrected my stance? He touched my waist I shook so much and dropped my sword on his foot. Twice.”
He stares at her. Never had he thought he’d get annoyed by sweet Ruby’s presence but he is definitely taking that thought back now. He’s not annoyed at her per se, but annoyed at the fact that she’s asking him to face Alucard again. The very person who, not really at fault, witnessed Julian and X.Borg’s embarrassing locker room activity.
He lets out a silent groan. He can’t refuse her. She’s his friend, put up with all his chaos, never asked for much. Ruby never wants anything huge. Just this. So he gives in. “Alright. I’m only going so you don’t embarrass yourself in front of Prince Charming.”
Ruby beams in relief. “Thank you, Jules! You’re the best!” she squeals, clapping her hands and bouncing on her toes.
Julian merely shakes his head, already dreading to meet Alucard.
Julian waits impatiently outside X.Borg’s advanced pyrotechnics class, leaning against the corridor wall as trainees file out. The second X.Borg emerges, Julian comes out of the corner and approaches him. “X, I need you to do me a solid,” he says urgently, pulling him to the side by the prosthetic arm, ignoring X.Borg’s irritated grunt. “Ruby’s got tickets to Alucard’s four hour seminar. Swap with me? Please?”
X.Borg stares at him blankly for a second then bursts out laughing. A harsh deep sound echoing down the hallway.
“No fucking way,” he scoffs, wrenching his arm free from Julian. “I deal with machinery, cybernetic weapons and napalm, Julian. Dusty-ass swordplay is definitely not in my book. So, pass.”
Julian scrambles after him and plants himself firmly in his path. “C’mon, X! Ruby’s gonna faint or do something embarrassing! She needs a chaperone!”
X.Borg stops abruptly, tilting Julian’s chin up with a surprisingly gentle flick of his metal fingers. His organic eye narrows, scanning the younger’s flushed face. “Why are you so worked up over Alucard, huh? We don’t owe him no bullshit explanation. Unless...” His face turns scaringly serious and possessive, cupping Julian’s face with his fingers. “You want to fuck him too?”
Julian groans, swatting the prosthetic hand away. “I-It’s not that! He caught us, remember? In the locker room? With your mouth on my…” He stops before he blushes, shaking his head. “Look, I just can’t face him again after that.” I’d rather die!”
“Seriously? That was weeks ago, Jules,” X.Borg retorts, crossing his arms. “Dude’s probably wiped it from his memory. And please, don’t die.” He reaches up to caress Julian’s cheek, looking at his beautiful orbs lovingly. “I still have to learn a lot from you, right?”
“But, X—”
“Go to the stupid training.” A pair of fiery eyes locking onto Julian’s. “But if Alucard gives you shit? Even a look?” X.Borg’s expression turns serious. “You tell me. I’ll handle him.”
The private training arrives too fast Julian didn’t even have the time to prepare himself emotionally. He stares at his reflection, slicking his red hair back aggressively with gel. ‘Maybe Alucard won’t recognize me like this’, he thinks desperately, ignoring how the style makes him look like an aristocratic jerk like Aamon.
Beside him, Ruby fidgets endlessly, adjusting her skirt (that is shorter than her usual ones) , smoothing her blouse, and patting her eyepatch. Julian internally scoffs. The girl’s shaking silly like a jackhammer. It’s almost comical.
The training hall is massive and echoey. The light of the sun is reflected off the glass windows and creates a beautiful rainbow figure on the wooden floor. In the center stands Alucard. Impossible to ignore. He’s got this commanding energy, almost too much, and his blonde hair? Perfect, like he just stepped out of a freaking K-pop video.
His reserved self-confidence somehow gives Julian an unsettling feeling. He wears royal blue armor, carrying that ancient sword of his that has slain countless monsters. Next to Julian, Ruby goes totally still and grips her scythe. Julian keeps his head slightly lowered, avoiding the fighter.
Until Alucard’s gaze locks onto him.
There’s a flicker of recognition, sharp and immediate, in those ancient silver eyes. Julian’s stomach drops.
Alucard’s lips curve into a surprisingly warm smile. “Greetings, young warriors,” he says, his voice smooth as velvet. His smile not wavering as he turns to Ruby. “You must be the ‘Little Red Hood’ who swung Freya’s war hammer for three hours straight.” Ruby squeaks, her cheeks flaming crimson. She fumbles a clumsy curtsy. “Y-yes! Sir! I mean—Alucard! Master Alucard!”
Alucard chuckles softly. “Impressive energy.” His gaze shifts back to Julian, lingering. “And you… the ‘Scarlet Raven’ with the chain whip. son of Terizla.” Julian freezes as he feels those blue eyes dissecting him. He definitely remembers. The locker room. Julian’s slicked-back hair suddenly feels like a pathetic cardboard disguise.
“Let’s begin,” Alucard announces.and gestures toward the weapon racks lining the wall. Ruby ditches her scythe and practically sprints toward a gleaming broadsword. Julian hangs back, eyeing a familiar coiled chain whip. Alucard materializes beside him silently.
“Not today,” he murmurs, plucking the whip from Julian’s grasp. Julian holds his breath. “Your reliance on distance weapons is a crutch. Today, you wield this.”
He presses the hilt of a slender, wicked-looking rapier into Julian’s palm. The metal feels cold, foreign. Julian stares at it and thinks, ‘I’m gonna embarrass myself full time!’ He hasn’t held a sword since basic training and he sucked then too.
Alucard drifts toward Ruby, adjusting her trembling grip on the broadsword. “Elbow higher, Little Red Hood,” he instructs gently. “Like so.” His hand brushes hers, and Ruby whimpers, nearly dropping the sword. Julian was torn between pity and dread. Alucard spins to lunge his sword at Julian. “Defend!”
Julian yelps, scrambling backward. The rapier is lean but heavy; it feels awkward swinging it around. He tries to block the blow, but his sword scrapes awkwardly and loudly. Alucard, though, moves like water. Effortless. Precise. Julian can only stagger under the onslaught, sweat spilling on the floor.
“Focus, Scarlet Raven!” Alucard commands, his blade a blur. Julian barely manages to block again. He loses his footing and trips backward. In a beat, Alucard’s there in a flash, grabbing his wrist and hauling him back upright. The action results in Julian crashing headfirst into the warrior’s solid chest. Shit.
He looks up. Alucard does the opposite. Their faces are inches apart. Alucard’s breath ghosts Julian’s lips. Julian’s pussy clenches traitorously. Fuck. Not now.
Alucard’s gaze drops to Julian’s parted lips, then lower. A knowing smirk plays on his mouth. “You move silly,” he murmurs, low enough for only Julian to hear.
Behind them, Ruby gasps, her weapon clatters to the floor. The blond fighter ignores her as his eyes remain on the Scarlet Raven. She scrambles to retrieve her sword, face beet-red. “S-sorry! So sorry!” she stammers, fumbling with the heavy blade.
Alucard finally releases him, stepping back with unnerving calm. “Again,” he commands, raising his rapier.
Julian grips his own weapon tighter, fueled by frustration. He lunges this time. Their blades meet in a furious clash. He uses more strength and succeeds to make Alucard back a step.
Yet, his victory is momentary as Alucard knocks the rapier out of his grip. Hard in one swift motion. The blond catches him again before he stumbles, arms around his waist. But this time, more touch is involved. Julian’s hips pressed right up against Alucard’s thigh.
Julian bites down his lip to prevent a moan. Fuck. Something shifts in Alucard’s gaze, his mouth forming a slight smirk like he’s just realized something funny. “Easy, Raven. Wouldn’t want you getting hurt.”
Ruby stares, frozen, her forgotten broadsword dangling limply at her side. Her single green eye is wide as a saucer. Julian’s cheeks burn.
Alucard’s thumb strokes the sensitive skin just above Julian’s waistband. “Perhaps,” he murmurs, lips brushing Julian’s ear, “we should discuss your form privately after the training.” Julian shivers. He pulls back abruptly and scrambles to pick the rapier.
Ruby clears her throat loudly, clutching her broadsword like a shield. “M-Master Alucard? My stance... is it alright?” Her voice trembles.
“Ah. Little Red Hood. Show me your grip one more time.”
Julian releases the breath he was holding as Alucard turns his full attention to Ruby. Her hands tremble violently on the broadsword hilt while Alucard adjusts her fingers with unnerving patience. “Focus the tremor into power, Little Red Hood,” he instructs, tapping her elbow gently. Ruby nods frantically, looking like she might combust.
The seminar drags on. Endless drills, critiques, and Ruby’s increasingly flustered apologies. Julian keeps his distance and looks away every time Alucard’s silver gaze flickers his way.
After what seems like forever, Alucard lowers his weapon. “Time’s up.”
Ruby slumps and finally lets herself breathe. Sweat sticks her hair to her forehead under the eyepatch strap. Alucard comes over. Boots quiet on the wooden floor. “Your endurance is remarkable, Little Red Hood. Holding Freya’s shield requires strength few possess.” Ruby beams, trembling slightly. “But strength without precision is a blunt instrument. Your swings lack control.” Her shoulders slump, but Alucard taps her blade. “Your eagerness, however… that is your sharpest weapon. Harness it and in no time, you’ll be carving paths, not just clearing brush.”
The little woman nods vigorously. “Yes, Master Alucard! I will! Thank you!”
Then, Alucard turns to Julian. The latter feels the hair on his nape stand. “Scarlet Raven, you adapted to the rapier with… unsettling ease. Natural talent flows through you like blood.” Julian shifts, the compliment landing like a lead weight. Alucard’s voice drops, colder now. “But talent without intent is a useless dagger. Your movements were defensive, reactive.” His finger traces the air near Julian’s throat. Where was the fire? The need to dominate? To conquer?” Julian bites his lower lip, remembering Suyou’s rough hands, the thrill of submission. Alucard leans in, his whisper chilling Julian’s ear. “Until you find that hunger… you’ll remain just decorative.” Julian flushes crimson, he keeps his eyes low as to rein himself from scowling at the man. Decorative? Who the hell does he think he is?!
Alucard straightens, regaining his formal posture with a kind smile. “Both of you possess the determination that forges legends. Train diligently, harness your fire, and you will honor this Guild.”
Ruby beams, tears pricking her single visible eye. Julian bows slowly, hiding his relief. “Thank you, Alucard,” they chorus.
As Alucard turns and strides silently from the hall, his blue cape swirling like a departing storm cloud, Ruby clutches her flushed cheeks. “He smiled at me, Jules!” she whispers, trembling. “An actual smile! I think I’m gonna faint!”
Julian sees Alucard disappear behind the arched doorway, and he feels the weight lift up from his shoulders. ‘Thank fuck that’s over,’ he thinks as he touches a hand through his dishevelled hair. “C’mon, Rubes,” he sighs, grabbing her elbow before she actually does faint. “Let’s hit the showers.”
Stirring his starstruck friend toward the female locker room, Julian can’t help but break a grin. Because finally, it’s done. Having to look at Alucard’s stupid face, that is. Dusted. Never seeing ancient sword-wielding pricks again. Bliss. Just hot water, and the peaceful silence of an empty room.
There was not a single person in the male locker room, thank fuck. What a bonus. He goes to throw his shirt on a bench and steps into the nearest shower cubicle.
“Fuck yes,” Julian mutters, tilting his neck back to alow water slide down his chest, washing away sweat along the feel of Alucard’s assessing gaze. He runs soap all hands over his collar, ribs, running over the bites X.Borg insisted on leaving this morning.
Then, his fingers drift lower, tracing the soft curve of his bare pussy, swollen and dripping. Pleasure is already building up, so is the need to touch himself. He slides two fingers inside, biting his lip.
Just a quick one, he thinks, hips rocking against his hand. Alucard’s gone. The shame’s gone. Nobody’s—
Suddenly, the steam shifts. A shadow falls across the foggy translucent shower curtain. Tall, unmistakably male. Julian freezes, fingers still buried deep inside himself. Before he can react, Alucard’s voice cuts through the drumming water. “Raven.” He calls, not ‘Scarlet Raven.’ “Mind if I join you?”
Julian immediately covers his bare chest. “Fuck no!” he yells, scrambling backward until his back the wall of the cubicle. “The fuck—get out!”
He fumbles for the shower curtain, yanking it shut. But Alucard’s shadow doesn’t budge, intensifying Julian’s fear. “Such hostility from a frail-looking brat.”
The fuck? Who you calling frail?! You—
The curtain moves and a single, suave finger hooks the plastic edge.
In frozen state, Julian stares wide eye, as the translucent fabric slides slowly aside, revealing impressive muscles, abs, and Alucard’s predatory grin. His blush spreads from his cheeks down his neck. Fuck.
He thought the training was awkward, but this? This is a fucking nightmare.
“Why must you remain so… difficult?” Alucard murmurs, taking a step under the hot shower, looking like a god emerging from a waterfall.
Julian only then realizes the situation he’s in. He’s trapped with Alucard in a small shower stall. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He’s terrified shitless and stupidly turned on at the same damn time, his pussy is throbbing, wetness thankfully hidden by soap suds.
Alucard’s silver eyes gleam under the water. “I confess…I haven’t stopped thinking about that day.” His thumb brushes Julian’s cheekbone. “Finding the young half-cyborg buried between your legs… his mouth and tongue worshipping that pretty little cunt of yours.” Julian flinches, humiliation burning hotter than the water. “The way you moaned,” Alucard continues, leaning closer, hot breath ghosting Julian’s lips. “Like a desperate, hungry thing.”
Julian can only turn away but doesn’t move a single muscle. Alucard’s gaze drops, lingering on Julian’s swollen folds. “Fuck, did I see it?” Alucard murmurs, a handsome smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. “Oh, yes. All pink and wet, looking tight enough to choke a cock.” His low chuckle echoes in the small space. “I wanted a taste. Wanted you screaming louder than that little boyfriend of yours ever made you.”
Julian lets out a strangled noise yet he braves himself to lift his chin up and spit, “Keep dreaming, asshole. Only X gets to touch me like that.”
The retort wasn’t as effective as he thought. If anything, Alucard’s smirk widens. “Is that really the case?” he purrs, knuckles brushing against Julian’s thigh. “Then why do you tremble in anticipation?”
Suddenly, Alucard’s hands fly up and captures his wrists. He slams them above Julian’s head, trapping him effortlessly. Julian yelps, struggling uselessly against the bastard’s impossible strength. Water streams down Alucard’s huge frame as he towers over Julian, steam swirling around them like a scene from a wet, twisted dream.
Alucard leans in against Julian’s flushed ear. “I could eat you right now. Swallow every drop of that sweet nectar and treat you like my last meal.”
Julian’s heart pounds wildly, fear in his veins. Yet, beneath the terror, his cursed pussy betrays him. It pulses wildly, dripping continuously, as if applauding Alucard’s threat.
“But I’ve got better ideas.” Aluc’s knee nudges Julian’s legs apart, spreading him wider against the tile. Julian trembles, his wrists thrashing in Alucard’s grip. “Stop,” he gasps weakly. “Fuck off, pervert—nngh!”
Two thick fingers invade deep inside him and the rest of his protests die. Julian shakes violently, toes curling against wet tile. “Fucking hell,” Alucard curses, his silver eyes widening. “No wonder that robot was crazy over you.” He curls his fingers, pressing against Julian’s inner walls. Julian cries out, hips bucking helplessly.
Alucard only laughs, breath hot against Julian’s neck. “Think you can handle four?” he muses, sliding a third finger alongside the others. Julian’s eyes roll back. A high, desperate moan tears from his throat. He’s dripping everywhere, thighs slick with arousal and shower water.
“That’s not an answer, sweetheart, is it?” Alucard chuckles. His digits delved deeper and moved them in a manner that reminisce scissors. Julian’s sounds turn higher, ragged and need, his hips involuntarily grinding against Alucard’s hand like he’s trying to fuck himself on it. “Yeah,” Alucard breathes, watching Julian unravel. “Just like that.”
Four fingers? His pussy throbs, already stuffed full. It’s like trying to shove a whole-ass turkey into a toaster. Messy, impossible, and plainly ridiculous. But Julian’s body doesn’t care. It’s screaming YES! while his mouth just keeps leaking embarrassing sounds. Alucard adds the fourth finger slowly, stretching him wide. Water slaps his face as Alucard fucks him ruthlessly with his hand, his palm aggressively massaging his clit with every thrust. “Fuck!” Julian gasps, eyes rolling back. “Too much—nngh—too fucking much!” He says but his hips grind harder, hands clutching onto Alucard’s biceps. His cursed pussy clenches like a greedy starfish around Alucard’s knuckles.
Julian practically drools as he comes. His head lols forward, forehead landing on Alucard’s shoulder. Strings of spit dangle from his chin as his pussy spasms around Alucard’s fingers, slick blending with the water.
“There we go,” Alucard chimes in amusement.
Julian’s whole body trembles and Alucard uses Julian’s flaccid state to hook his other leg, hoisting it effortlessly against his shoulder. Julian can only stand still, his body folding so easily in Alucard’s ministrations. The latter withdraws his fingers with a wet schlop, leaving Julian’s pussy gaping open.
The shower steam becomes thicker and everything’s blurrier around them. Alucard takes his own cock, already thick and angry-red, and presses the swollen pink head against Julian’s loose opening. Julian can only whine, too spent to protest.
“Still think only X.Borg can touch you?” Alucard drags the head of his cock through Julian’s slick folds, tracing his swollen inner labia without entering. “Such a pretty little hole,” he murmurs, “All stretched and dripping…begging for me. Perhaps beg for any cock at all,” followed by a deep, reverberating chuckle.
Julian’s hips twitch instinctively, chasing the friction but fucking Alucard pulls back, denying him. “But first things first, Scarlet Raven.” He taps Julian’s chin. “Pray tell who owns this cunt.”
Julian glares, panting. “Fuck you.”
Alucard chuckles, pressing his tip just inside Julian’s entrance, barely a centimeter, before withdrawing again. Julian whimpers, his thighs trembling.
“Wrong answer.”
He repeats the torture, slow, maddening strokes along Julian’s slit, fingers digging onto the boy’s ass. Julian’s moans turn frantic. “Alucard—!” “Hmm?” Alucard hums, circling his entrance. “Changed your mind?” Julian bites his lip, shaking. Alucard presses the tip against his hole, applying just enough pressure to make Julian gasp. “Say it,” he orders. “Say you need my cock.”
Julian squeezes his eyes shut. “N-no…”
Alucard sighs dramatically. “Fine.” He steps back entirely, turning as if to leave the shower.
Julian’s hand shoots out, grabbing Alucard’s wrist. “Wait!” Julian blurts, cheeks flaming. “…Please.” Alucard raises an eyebrow. “Please… what?” Julian’s voice cracks. “Put it in. Fuck, just—please.”
Alucard grins, victorious. “Good boy.”
Suddenly, he slams Julian back against the tiles, hoisting him up effortlessly. Julian’s legs instinctively wrap around him waist. Water sprays everywhere as Alucard drives his thick cock deep into Julian’s gaping pussy in one senseless thrust. Alucard fucks him hard and fast without preamble and Julian’s swollen clit takes a rough grind with every snap of the fighter’s hips.
“God…fuck! Harder!” Julian cries, fingers claw uselessly at Alucard’s wet slippery shoulders, his body bouncing wildly with each thrust. Alucard pins him hard without giving a care about his comfort as he pounds relentlessly into his dripping heat.
Julian’s eyes squeeze shut. Not from pleasure, but from the memory flashing behind his eyes.
Nolan.
His last wet dream: same strong hands, same towering figure pressing against his. “Take it, slut. You were made for this.” Alucard’s blond hair catches the light, just like Nolan’s, but darker, like the color of wheat. Still, same shoulders. Same grip. Lost in the rhythm, Julian whimpers. He pretends it’s Nolan and the fantasy ignites. He arches and… “Nolan!–yes! Fuck me!”
Alucard pauses mid-thrust, silver eyes narrowing. Julian freezes. Shit. Did he say that out loud?
Suddenly, Alucard laughs, low and dangerous. “Nolan?” He slams deeper, grinding his hips in a cruel circle. Julian yelps. “Is that one of your boyfriends?” His fingers dig into Julian’s thighs. “Does he fuck you like this?” Another brutal thrust that took the air out of his lungs. “Make you scream like this?” Alucard drives into him harder, faster. Water sprays everywhere. “Kiss you like this?”
Suddenly, Alucard’s mouth crashes down on Julian’s—not gentle, but all teeth and tongue, tasting of cigarette and shower water. Julian gasps into the kiss. Fuck. He wished Nolan kissed him like this in the dream. His legs tighten around Alucard’s waist. He squeezes his eyes shut and kisses back desperately, opening his lips wider for Alucard to ravage his mouth’s insides.
Julian moans in their kiss, loudly, competing against the smacking sounds of their lips . “Nnngh! Fuck! YES!”
Alucard’s cock simply feels amazing; he can’t blame Ruby for simping over him.
Julian’s cunt is squeezing him so perfectly, knocking the door of his orgasm. However, Alucard prevents himself from releasing. Not yet. Despite the difficulty, he slams his hips forward again, burying himself to the hilt, till Julian’s outer folds drape the base of his cock.
The shower curtain rips open with a violent screech of plastic rings. The heavy steam cloaks the figure of the stranger but only for a short moment. Then it clears, revealing the Ashura warrior. Martis. Standing framed in the doorway, his expression colder than the tile floor.
Martis’s dark, intense eyes scan the scene that is nothing short of carnally obscene, enough to make an ordinary individual gouge their eyes out. Except Martis is no ordinary individual. So, he drinks in the sight of his lover’s back muscles flexing, his wet hair clinging to his neck, before his gaze descends.
The thick steam acts like a mist around Alucard’s body, curling possessively around his bare skin. But not thick enough to hide the slender legs wrapped around his waist.
When Martis speaks, it sounds hoarse and raspy which Julian can only assume is the result of a lifetime of chain-smoking Marlboro cigarettes straight from the pack. “Been looking for you. Thought I heard noises.” A muscle ticks in Martis’s jaw upon noticing the man’s face Alucard is pinning against the tiles. “Knew you were corrupting another innocent soul.”
Julian whimpers, his instincts telling him to ask for help. But Martis’s icy stare conveys a more dangerous threat than Alucard’s girth.
Alucard remains fucking him, doesn’t even slow down. He kept the same pace before Martis caught them. Water sluices down Martis’s armor as he steps fully into the shower stall like it’s his own fucking living room with a grim expression Julian knows he’s fucked metaphorically.
“Innocent?” Alucard scoffs, casting a disdainful glance at the man in front of him. He grips Julian’s hips harder, grinding deeper to emphasize his point. “Well, I beg to differ, Tis. This one’s far from innocent.” He punctuates each word with a sharp thrust that makes Julian gasp. “He was screaming another man’s name mere moments ago. Nolan, he said.” Alucard chuckles darkly. “Hardly the conduct of an innocent, wouldn’t you agree?”
Martis’s gaze snaps to Julian, cold as glacial ice. Julian squirms under that stare, cheeks burning hotter than the shower. “You dare seduce my lover with some cheap knock-off vagina?” he growls.
Julian flinches. “I-I was cursed!” he stammers over Alucard’s shoulder. “I didn’t ask for it, The necromancer, Vexana—”
“Silence.” Martis steps closer, steam parting around him like a curtain. Julian uses Alucard’s broad shoulders to hide his face. “You defile what is mine,” Martis says, voice low and dangerous. Julian yelps. “But…” Martis’s gaze flicks to Alucard’s face, then back to Julian’s swollen cunt. “Perhaps your… whorishness… serves a purpose.” He leans in, close enough for Julian to smell cold steel and ozone. “Submit to us both and I will spare your life.” His hand drifts down, calloused fingers tracing Julian’s inner thigh.
Julian’s eyebrows meet in confusion. “What the hell does that mean?”
Alucard smirks, arrogance dripping like condensation down the shower tiles. “It means, my adorable little Raven,” he purrs, grinding his cock deeper inside Julian’s heat, “that Martis and I will share you.” Julian’s brain short-circuits.
Share? Like a fucking slice of pizza?
Alucard chuckles at his reaction, moving his hips in a slow circle. “Generous offer from my King Shura, if you asked me.” His reserved tone drips condescension. “And you’re lucky he only fucks in the ass compared to others.”
Martis steps closer, his armor clanking wetly against the tile. Fear and anticipation rise in Julian’s stomach. The warrior’s claws sneak to the back of his head, curling around his hair before he growls, “Take us both like the whore you are. Or I snap your neck and fuck your corpse raw while it’s still warm.”
Before Julian can scream, Alucard clicks his tongue and reaches out, pressing a palm flat against Martis’s chestplate. “Easy, King Shura. You’re scaring the prey.”
Martis grunts in protest, but his grip loosens fractionally in Julian’s hair. Alucard seizes the moment to turn back to Julian, tilting the boy’s chin up. “Don’t mind him. Martis enjoys his dramatics. He doesn’t actually mean to snap your neck.” A pause, then a wicked grin. “But he does mean the sharing part. Very much.”
Julian swallows.
Alucard chuckles darkly between them, hips rolling lazily, still buried to the hilt inside Julian’s pulsing heat. “Don’t look so shocked, little Raven,” he murmurs against Julian’s lips. “Sure you have experience gettin’ railed from behind.” Julian whimpers. Part terror, part twisted thrill.
Martis’s gauntleted hand slides down his spine, stopping just above his ass. “This one looks tasty,” Martis adds, voice chillingly casual. “And I’m starving.”
Julian nods and his fate is sealed.
Martis drops his pants with one pull, revealing a dark and massive cock. It springs free like a damn weapon, thick, veined, and already weeping at the tip. Julian swallows nervously. The Ashura warrior sits on the locker bench, thighs spread wide, and taps them like a goddamn drumroll. His eyes never leave Julian’s face. “Move,” he commands.
Alucard laughs at his lover’s impatience, but complies nonetheless, prying Julian off the shower wall. The Scarlet Raven’s limbs remain wrapped around him as he carries him out of the shower and stops just inches from Martis’s face, who remains seated on the bench. Julian’s thighs tremble around Alucard’s hips.
Martis doesn’t hesitate. His hands lock onto Julian’s ass cheeks and spread them wide. Without warning, he leans in, tongue licking a hot, wet stripe up Julian’s crack. Alucard smirks at Julian’s adorable surprised reaction, nipping the side of his jaw.
Martis suddenly bites on his left cheek hard enough to bruise. Julian jerks, legs squeezing tighter around him. But Martis is quick to lick over the bite in a soothing manner, then presses his tongue against Julian’s tight, pink hole. Martis chuckles darkly. “Virgin back here?”
Julian shakes his head frantically. Definitely not. But it doesn’t matter to Martis as he impatiently presses two of his spit-slick fingers against his tight hole. Julian hisses, toes curling, hands clutching Alucard’s shoulders at the feeling of being filled.
Martis crooks his fingers. Julian’s pussy tightens around Alucard’s cock, a ripple of pleasure-pain sparking up his spine. “Fuck!” he screams. Alucard groans into his damp hair, hips jerking reflexively deeper. “Sensitive little thing, aren’t you?” Martis murmurs, twisting his knuckles, digging in deep and suddenly the boy is shaking, rocking back onto Martis’s hand and forward onto Alucard’s cock like a damn seesaw.
“Enough.” Martis withdraws his fingers from Julian’s ass with a wet pop. He grips Julian’s hips hard enough to bruise, nails biting pale crescents into flesh. “Lower him,” he commands Alucard, voice booking no argument.
The blond smirks but obeys, loosening his hold just enough to let Julian slide down until his asshole hovers directly over Martis’s thick cockhead. Julian trembles, balanced precariously between them like some debauched puppet.
Martis doesn’t wait. He grabs his hips and jerks Julian downward, sheathing himself brutally in one fluid motion. Julian screams, his back arching as Martis’s length breaches him dry. Alucard grunts through clenched teeth, silver eyes locking onto Martis’s obsidian gaze as Julian’s sudden clench milks him stupid.
“Mine,” Martis growls, hips snapping upward, driving Julian harder onto Alucard’s length.
Alucard’s smirk is all teeth. “Ours,” he corrects, palming Julian’s ass as he pulls him halfway off Martis’ cock, only to slam him back down, sheathing the Shura deeper. Julian chokes on air, his body stuffed impossibly full: Alucard’s length splitting his pussy, Martis’ girth pushing into his ass. Their cocks grind against each other through the thin barrier of Julian’s trembling walls, and they leave him sobbing from the burning stretch.
Martis grips Julian’s hips with armored fingers, forcing him still while Alucard fucks up into him. The rhythm is brutal. Martis drags Julian down as Alucard thrusts up until the boy’s bouncing between them like a toy. Every snap of their hips punches a broken noise from Julian’s throat. “Look at him,” Martis mutters. “Pathetic little thing.” Alucard hums agreement, licking sweat from Julian’s shoulder. “Beautifully so,” he adds.
The locker room echoes with wet slaps and Julian’s garbled pleas. He scrabbles at Martis’ pauldrons, fingers slipping on polished steel. “I-I can’t—” he gasps, but Martis just tightens his grip. “You wanted this, slut,” the warrior cuts off whatever he says next.
Julian whimpers. Because he did. His cursed pussy throbs around Alucard, clenching greedily even as his ass burns from Martis’ ruthless pace.
Alucard’s teeth pierce Julian’s neck suddenly, drawing a thin line of crimson. Julian jerks, crying out but Martis holds him firm, dark eyes blazing. “Marking what’s half mine?” he growls. Alucard pulls back, tongue swiping lazily at the blood. “Claiming what’s ours, you mean,” he counters, hips never slowing.
Martis exhales sharply through his nose before yanking Julian into a searing kiss, all teeth and dominance. Julian melts between them, mind blissfully empty.
They leave him slumped on the bench like a used condom. Legs splayed, shaky thighs glistening with sweat and spend. Martis and Alucard dress in armor and coat, both ignoring Julian’s weak whimper as they stride toward the exit.
“Practice more,” Martis tosses over his shoulder before leaving. “Or next time, we’ll split you in half.” The door slams behind him, leaving Julian trembling in the sudden silence.