Title: Voice of the Night
Author: Slashydutchie
Fandom: Dracula
Pairing/character: Count Dracula/Jonathan Harker
Rating: FRT
Prompt: voice was like verbal silk
Kink: Voice fetishization, talking someone to orgasm

He'd heard them for years now, the whispers in the wind. He knew that voice, perhaps better than that of his own thoughts, and he knew he was hearing it now.

True, the count wasn't the person he'd imagined was beckoning to him, late at night in his bed. Even when he was a boy, Jonathan had kept the window open, just listening... imagining the body that would come with the voice whispering to him. The person he belonged to.

Jonathan's mind had conjured up a warrior in his prime, a fierce protector rather than the somewhat frail-looking old man before him. Thinking back, he remembered the way Dracula had opened the castle doors, showing deceptive strength.

Could it be that this was all a test, a way for him to prove himself worthy of the reality of his dream-lover?

If it was, Jonathan would not... could not fail.

He watched the count move through the castle with a kind of fluid ease that belied the age of his appearance, strengthening his belief that there was more to the man. With every step the younger man could feel his hopes get higher. Or rather, with every word.

Many of those words had been spoken to him before, in that same voice but in a very different context. That voice had washed over him like a sea of liquid silk, its waves lapping at his most sensitive spots, caressing him.

Even as he made his way through the dusty hallways of Castle Dracula Johnathan's mind wandered back to those nights where he was in his bed, alone but writhing with pleasure without laying a single hand upon himself. The voice, that voice, was speaking to him and to his body. A slight change of pitch, speed, a deep chuckle... all would bring pleasure that should be beyond mere mortals.

Jonathan could no longer name the number of times this had led to extra laundry, the evidence of the ecstasy his phantom lover brought clear on his sheets in the morning, but people around him must consider him a very neat and proper man indeed.

So lost in his reverie, Jonathan didn't notice the count coming to a halt before him. He didn't see the older man turning around to see why his young guest was so unresponsive, nor did he see the satisfaction that glinted in Dracula's eyes as he took in Jonathan's rather flushed appearance, his vampiric vision allowing him to see every detail of the effect the memories had had on the young man.

What Jonathan did notice was himself bumping into something solid, something that proved to be a body when deceptively strong arms caught him.

"Mister Harker?" That voice again, but not the right form of address. He'd never been called that in his dreams. Jonathan looked up, his slightly glazed eyes fixing on the stunning blue gaze of the count. He heard a deep rumbling chuckle, so familiar he could feel his knees go weak and would certainly have collapsed had Dracula not held him.

The voice came again; "Jonathan?"

Ever so slowly a brilliant smile crept over the young man's face.

"Vlad."

Without even really knowing what he was doing, Jonathan Harker tilted his head back.