Dracula

Chapter three

I'm going to be changing the spelling of my boy Johnny's name because that is NOT how you spell it in the original Dracula books... whoops! So now it will be Jonathan/Jonny. (Jonny looks weird though so I might keep that Johnny, not sure)
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Jonathan woke up again just as sore as the night before, but beyond that, there was no new pain. His condition seemed unchanged through the night, but that meant he was no better than before. There came a sharp rapping at his door and he turned in shock. It should be daytime by now, and the Count was never out past sunrise. He went to sit up, but found he was too sore to do so fully, so he propped himself up on his elbow.

"Enter?" He said skeptically. The door opened, silent like always, and he saw the Count peek around the doorway. He was definitely different, he appeared even younger than he had the night before. His hair was solid black and perfectly styled. His dark eyes glittered in the fire light and there wasn't a single wrinkle on his face. It was like seeing a different man, and his rested brain was finally able to recognize that this man had definitely changed.

"Good Morning, my dearest Jonny." He purred, silently slinking into the room and closing the door behind him. Jonathan didn't move, just furrowed his brow as he watched the man draw closer. He noticed how elegantly dressed he was in a three piece black suit, that same velvet cape he had been wearing when first inviting Jonathan in that first day, and gloves on his hands.

"Why are you up?" Jonathan asked him skeptically. He felt odd asking such an absurd question in such a casual manor.

"The is not up, my darling, and neither should you." Jonathan looked over to the drapes, but he wouldn't have been able to see anyways. He looked back to where Dracula was. Was. He was now beside his bed, looking down at him in what can only be described as a fond manor. "So what is it that woke you?" He asked in an oil slick manor.

"Just a dream I believe. I've never been a good sleeper." Jonathan replied sheepishly, the proximity the Count was to him was making him uncomfortable. Especially considering Jonathan didn't remember him being this young. But at the same time, Jonathan couldn't remember much. "You are a... rather attractive man. Have you always been like this?" Jonathan inquired with a hesitant voice.

"Oh thank you Jonny, my dear, the last time I checked I have appeared this way, yes." The Count chuckled. Jonathan looked away and tried to muster up a laugh despite the fact that the one memory that stuck with him was of the old man in his dream from the first night. When he looked back at Dracula, the man was perched on his bed. He hadn't noticed any shift in weight. In a lightning quick flash, Draculas hand on under his chin, his thumb caressing his jaw. Jonathan stared in his weak state of shock, but found himself sinking into the feeling. The Count supported his weight as he pressed himself into the hand. His eyes began to flutter shut, and when they opened again, Dracula's face was within inches of his. He yelped and squeezed his eyes shut again.

The most gentle sensation flooded his senses. The softest touch to his lips he had felt in all thirty four years of his life. The plushness of Dracula's lips on his own. The Count wasn't pushing, he was just gently moving his jaw, back and forth creating a wonderful feeling. Jonathan made no move to pull away as Dracula deepened the kiss. His tongue tasted noticeably metallic, but Jonathan couldn't have cared less. He felt like he was drowning in a sort of mind numbing ecstasy. The Count's tongue roamed his mouth before pulling away. Jonathan moaned at the absence of what he thought was warmth, only to realize that his lips were still cold, despite the kiss. He furrowed his brow.

"You are quite the stunning kisser, Jonny, darling." The Count mused, scooting closer to where Jonathan sat against his pillows. Their knees touched. The Count leaned back in, his eyes already part way closed, and Jonathan found himself leaning in to close the gap. He placed his lips on the Counts again, desperate for the same sensation to catch him, and it did. This time, Dracula placed a hand on the back of Jonathan's neck, his fingers burrowing into his hair causing Jonathan to pull away momentarily for a gasp of air, which had escaped him so quickly. "You are truly wonderful." The Count whispered in this moment of separation, Jonathan closed back in, moaning ever so softly in the Counts mouth. Dracula's arms encircled Jonathans waist, and Jonathan untangled his legs and allowed the Count to pull him into his lap, where he properly straddled the Count's hips. Now having the upper advantage, Jonathan pushed down into the kiss and Dracula groaned, a smile spreading on his lips. He pulled Jonathan into him from where he had begun to rise, forcing Jonathans full weight onto his hips. Dracula pulled away from the kiss and pushed Jonathan's head back. He leaned up to his neck, seeing the scar where he had been indulging himself this whole month. He kissed it softly, then moved up to kiss his fluttering pulse just beneath his jaw line. He could feel how worked up Jonathan was becoming. His neck was so soft, so sweet. Dracula reached up to cup the other side with his hand, pushing it closer to his lips. He opened his mouth a little wider than the butterfly kisses he had been doing, but pulled away, he wouldn't do that, not yet. He needed some form of restraint.

"Mm... So good..." Jonathan murmured through shaker breaths, the rising and falling of his chest had become sporadic.

"Darling, you seem so tired." Dracula said, carefully picking Jonathan up and off of his lap, setting him back down on the bed, a flawless motion for the Count.
Jonathan felt a whimper rising in his throat at the sudden absence and realized, he wouldn't be able to sleep at all if there was no one there to hold him. It had never occurred to him how touch deprived he had gotten just over the four days he's been in the castle. Dracula began to pull off and away from the bed, but Jonathan grabbed his wrist. Dracula looked down, shocked at the contact, and then back at Jonathan. "Don't leave." He begged.
It was as simple as that, and the Count could have easily rushed some melatonin to his brain just through this contact of hand to wrist alone, but something about the man stopped him from doing so. He sat back down on the bed, still staring at Jonathan in disbelief.

"Alright then, lay down." Dracula commanded, and Jonathan obeyed, laying down and snuggling into his pillows. Somewhere deep in Dracula's chest, the place where his heart used to be, shivered. "Now cover up." He finished, getting up and walking to the other side of the bed. Jonathan went to follow him with his eyes, but Dracula commanded "close your eyes, darling, we are trying to put you asleep are we not?"

Dracula pulled the sheets back on the other side of the bed, it had been decades since he last slept with another person. A part of him lingered for the warmth of another body beside his. He crawled into the bed, glad he only came down in a white tunic and pants instead of his whole suit, or this would be vastly uncomfortable. He curled himself around Jonathan, an easy task considering how small the man was against him. His eyes widened and he felt his whole body ache at the sensation of holding this man to him. How delicate he felt. Jonathan turned around but didn't look up at Dracula, only proceeded to press his face against his chest and curl up against his body. Dracula sighed softly, no air passed in or out of his lips, but it was a motion he still practiced even without the need for respiration. He wrapped his arms around Jonathan, sticking one beneath the pillow, and the other one draped over Jonathan's body.
"Good night, Jonny, dearest." He murmured softly. He could find his meal elsewhere tonight.

It's getting somewhere, I swear it is. Lmao just wait for the next chapter, the desperation is real! But thank you so much for reading and trying to follow where this is actually going, if it's going anywhere... this is not a planned story, I will warn you, so things might seem a little jagged. But yeah! Love ya'll
Xoxoxox~ Watermelon