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"I want to try and communicate with the people you ate last night."

"You want to what?" Of all the things he had been expecting Agatha to say when he finally came to bed that night, Dracula had not expected her to say that.

Yet the longer he stared at her, sitting cross-legged in her pyjamas on the bed, her still shower damp hair falling about her face, the more he realised she was being serious.

"I just think we are missing part of the picture." Agatha added when Dracula didn't speak.

In truth they were missing most of the picture, but Dracula doubted this would do any good, in fact it could do a great deal more damage. Knowing he had killed all those people, was very different, to seeing it. If Agatha saw it, saw what he had done, would she be able to forgive him, would she still love him? Would it even be worth the risk?

"Agatha it won't do any good, we both know I killed them all, there is no changing that."

"We know nothing of the sort, all we know for certain is that you were there, and you drank their blood…"

"Agatha stop, now who is being ridiculous. I'm a vampire, I drink mortals' blood and then I kill them, it's what I have been doing for centuries. I don't need to dig over all the details to know I did this, and honestly I don't want you seeing it either."

"Why not?"

"Isn't that obvious?"

"Not to me."

"Well then you are being deliberately obtuse."

"I just want to help."

"You can help most by leaving this alone." Dracula snapped, his decision was final.

Losing his freedom for a while was one thing, losing Agatha's love and respect was another. She was still too human in many ways, she would never understand, never be able to see him kill like that and still love him. It had taken too many years to find this happiness, Dracula would do whatever he had to, to keep it. Even if that meant protecting Agatha from the truth of who he was.

"My answer is no, and it is final. We should be concentrating on the future not the past. I have been in contact with Renfield, the castle is habitable, even if it won't be particularly luxurious. Still there will be plenty for us to do, I imagine the time will pass quite quickly, and before you know it we will be home. One of the many blessings of being a vampire, time is something we have plenty of."

"Us?"

"Of course us." Dracula countered, Agatha was really testing his patience now. "You will be coming with me Agatha, you know it and I know it. Oh, you might witter on about asking and not telling, but we both know you will come with me anyway, and I frankly I am tired, so there is no need to waste time arguing about it. Now can we please go to bed, it has been one hell of a day."

Pushing herself off the bed, as Dracula pulled back the covers, Agatha was on the very edge of storming out and finding herself somewhere else to sleep. She stood there boiling with rage at him, first for putting them in this situation, then for not taking it seriously enough, and now for steamrolling over her ideas and opinions.

"Agatha stop being difficult and get into bed, you can yell at me all you want tomorrow, and I will listen with as much patience as a man can possess, but for tonight just do as I say." Dracula huffed, getting into the bed, his nose wrinkling at the decidedly poor quality of the sheets.

"Oh you…you…are an arse." Agatha seethed, all but shaking with rage now.

"Yes, I know, but I am your arse, so get into bed." Dracula insisted, patting the space beside him in bed. "I promised you can yell all you want tomorrow."

"Oh, I will…patronising bastard."

"Good, glad that is settled…bed!" Dracula punctuated his statement by switching off the bedside lamp and plunging the room into semi darkness.

Her limbs felt jittering and awkward, but Agatha reluctantly complied. Settling under the covers at the very edge of the bed, as a tense silence descended, their bed now a cold war front, with the space in between them, much like the buffer that Europe had once been.

"Don't be childish, you will fall out if you stay there."

"I am perfectly fine where I am." Agatha spat back, yet she almost rolled out of bed, when Dracula was suddenly at her back; his strong arm wrapped around her middle, now the only thing keeping her from falling out.

"Yes, you look so very comfortable." He muttered whilst pressing his lips to the back of her neck, his hand reaching up to grope at her breast.

"Oh no, we are not having sex, not after today!"

"Why not, I would have thought you in the mood for a little hate sex right now?"

"I…I cannot believe you…"

"Hmmm am I that good?" Dracula teased, laying a teasing bite to the cluster of nerve endings behind her ear.

"Only someone of your ego, could possibly imagine, I would want to have sex with you tonight."

"My ego and my cock, which I know you love." Dracula countered, his fingers pinching at her nipple. "It's been over twenty-four hours since I've been inside you Agatha, and that is at least twenty hours too long, for both of us."

"You…you are…" Agatha growled, pushing his hand from her body, and forcing him on to his back. Straddling him Agatha kept her hands firmly on his chest, she had to keep that talented mouth of his off her, she just couldn't keep her thoughts straight when he kissed her.

"If you wanted to be on top you just had to say so. I don't mind having a rest." Dracula teased, his hands slipping to cradle her backside, raking his nails lightly across the fabric of her pyjamas.

"What I want is for you to treat me like your equal and not someone you can boss around." Agatha hissed back.

"Hmm I'd be quite happy to let you boss me around right now, if it would make you feel better? Come on Agatha, don't you want to put me in my place? In bed at least I am prepared to let you."

"Grrrrrrr." He was so damn obnoxious, and yet he was right, this talk was pushing her buttons.

"Fine get your cock out." Agatha ordered, and Dracula was happy to comply, pushing down and kicking off his own clothing, until his semi hard cock was free for her inspection.

"You are not allowed to touch it, or me, until I say so!" Agatha added. "You do so, and I will stop, and you won't get to have sex with me at all; do you understand?"

Nodding eagerly Dracula was just happy he was going to have sex at all, the details of how were immaterial.

Shifting back so she was only just in reach, Agatha pulled off her top, exposing her breasts, the nipples of which already had already started to bud from Dracula's earlier touching. She kept her bottoms on for now, determined to wait until he started to beg before she took them off.

Agatha first trailed her fingers lightly over her collarbone, then down between her breasts to stroke over her belly. Yet instead of dipping to touch between her thighs, her hands came back up to lightly stroke along her rib cage, ever edging up towards her breasts. Rubbing the sensitive skin underneath them with her fingernails, Agatha felt her nipples tighten further, yet still she resisted touching them.

Opening her eyes, Agatha locked her gaze with Dracula's, he looked near feral already, his gaze flooded red and he was panting. Pleased she was making him suffer just a little, Agatha kept her gaze on him as she began to massage and squeeze her breasts with her palms. Her nipples she didn't touch yet, circling around them, the tip of her fingernail lightly scoring the edge of her areole.

"Agatha…" Dracula couldn't help but grunt her name, this was torture of a kind he had never encountered before. All he wanted was to touch her, to take those hard nipples into his mouth and suckle and bite down, but he had promised he wouldn't, not until she told him he could, and he was already in enough trouble as it was.

Finally, she started to touch her nipples, Dracula drooling as she alternatively rubbed and flicked them, then began to pinch them lightly, then more firmly, even twisting them between her fingers. Her soft little moans of pleasure and the way she was grinding her centre against his naked thigh…Dracula could feel her dampness even through the fabric of her pyjamas.

"Agatha please." His cock was fully hard now and bobbed angrily against his stomach, Dracula offended on his behalf at being so neglected. His foreskin had not completely retracted, and it was annoyingly tight around the head of his swollen cock.

"Please what?" Agatha practically purred her reply, sliding one hand down her torso, dipping under the waist band of her pyjama's, as she began to touch herself there as well.

"Please let me touch you."

"No." Agatha sighed as she moved onto her own fingers, biting down on her bottom lip, as she circled her clit.

"Then let me touch myself." Dracula whined, he was starting to tremble from the exertion of controlling himself.

"No." Agatha added, her smile turning predatory as Dracula wailed in disappointment.

"Then let me watch properly." The third time of asking surely had to pay off.

"Alright you can watch." Agatha could consent to that, shuffling onto her bottom to push her pyjama's back down to her knees, splaying out her thighs as wide as she could before she resumed her teasing, two fingers inside, curling and rocking as she rolled her thumb over and around her clit. Bucking and rolling her hips, Agatha's remaining hand continued to squeeze and play with her breast.

"Fuck." She was so beautiful, her body undulating as she rode her own fingers, her eyes half lidded as she came closer and closer to orgasm.

"Agatha please…"

Her gaze was so heavy, the pleasure was thrumming through her body, as was the sense of power. Dracula was squirming on the bed, his cock hard and purple, his expression almost wretched.

"Please what?"

"Please let me fuck you…let me taste you." Every touch and his body was on fire, the simple press of her thigh against his own, and his skin was burning up.

"Oh, you want this…" Agatha teased, withdrawing her fingers from her cunt, inching forward and pressing them into Dracula's mouth, allowing him to suckle on her fingers, his tongue licking them clean.

"See you can be such a good boy, when you are not being an arse." She cooed at him, shifting forward until she was straddling his thighs just below his cock, rubbing her wetness over his balls, and savouring the way Dracula practically had a seizure at the sudden contact out of nowhere.

"Please…please…please…" He was definitely begging now, but Dracula didn't care, all he cared about was having his cock sheathed in that tight wetness and coming so hard he went blind from it.

"Do you promise to be a good boy and not come until I do?" Agatha's grin was evil now, her fingertip stroking him from ball sack to the head of his cock, wiping the precum up with the tip of her finger and bringing it up to her lips.

"I promise. I promise." Dracula would have sworn away his entire fortune right now, promising not to come before Agatha did, seemed like a small price to pay.

"And still no touching." Agatha insisted, enjoying his whine of disappointment.

Still she took pity on him and grasping the base of his cock in her fist, she lifted herself up and placed him at her entrance. Inching down slowly, Agatha hummed deep in her throat, feeling him slowly stretch and fill her was bliss. When she was half way down, Agatha suddenly stopped, and began to withdraw, keeping only the tip inside as she rocked back and forth, before withdrawing completely and rubbing the head of his cock against her clit.

Howling in frustration Dracula all but clawed up the bed sheets. He had been so close, so damn close.

"Poor baby. Now you know how it feels, when someone you love decides to take you for granted. Makes decisions about your life, without considering what you need or want." Agatha spat back, her eyes now fully blown with lust. "Luckily for you I am a bigger person."

With that Agatha put him back inside her and with two rolls of her hips, sank down so he was fully sheathed inside her.

"Ummmm lovely." She sighed, fingers back on her clit as she stroked herself but otherwise didn't move.

"Agatha please…I'm sorry…please…" Dracula pleaded, he could flex his own hips, use his thighs to try and gain some sort of traction to rock her on his cock, but it would be so much better if Agatha rode him herself.

Instead of indulging him Agatha continued to pleasure herself, stroking her clit and pressing down on her mound, squeezing tighter on the thick cock that filled her.

He was going to come, without so much as one decent thrust inside her. Just from being inside her and having Agatha squeeze him.

"No!" The command was strident, as was the tight grip that was suddenly around the base of his cock, holding off his orgasm, keeping him trapped there, in that moment just before coming.

"Naughty." Agatha tutted, her grip on his cock vice like. "Bad boys don't get to come, you know this."

"Please…I'm sorry I will be good." Dracula pleaded, yet his fears were realised when Agatha moved off of him, leaving him bereft.

"I will give you one chance to make it up to me." Agatha insisted, pleased when he nodded.

Shifting up his torso, Agatha pulled out the pillow from beneath his head, dropping Dracula's head back onto the mattress. Taking hold of the headboard she straddled his head, thighs tight to his ears as she lowered herself down onto his mouth.

Finally, relieved to be doing something Dracula set to his task with gusto, licking and sucking, not daring to use his hands lest he break the rule about no touching, instead he used his nose and chin to provide friction when his mouth was otherwise occupied. The rasp of his stubble proving useful, if not a little too rough. Not that Agatha seemed to mind, she was moaning and shaking, her thighs unable to support her weight and she practically sat on his face.

Her orgasm when it came was like fire and brimstone. The pleasure just kept coming as Dracula kept stimulating her, even when it was too much, she didn't…couldn't stop him, and a second wave quickly followed the first.

In the end it was too much, Agatha found the strength to push herself off his mouth, falling back against his torso, her thighs still splayed most indecorously.

"Can I please fuck you now?" Dracula's voice was rather breathless himself, even though he hadn't come himself, the force of Agatha's orgasm had washed over him, and he wondered if another time, he might persuade her to use her mental abilities, to allow him to experience what multiple orgasms felt like.

"Ok…but be gentle." Agatha managed to murmur. Her body was still overly stimulated, and really the last thing she wanted was more sex, but Dracula had done everything she asked, and he had earned a reward.

Gentle was easier said than done. Somehow Dracula managed to rearrange them, Agatha stretched out across the bed, her gaze still lidded, her body still trembling with aftershocks. He slid in easily, she was so wet that even his thick cock slipped in. Gentle slow strokes, quickly descended into a rut, barely removing his cock before ramming it back inside. Deeper and deeper, his hands on her arse as he lifted her pliant body up, manoeuvring her however he pleased, grunting as he did so.

One…two…and he was gone, the force of his climax robbing from him the breath he didn't need.

Careful not to collapse on top of her, Dracula finished spending before rolling to the side. The room was chilled, and their exertions had managed to bring a sweat even to a vampire's skin, he could feel it cooling in the air.

Rolling back on to his side, Dracula ran his hand over Agatha's flank, his fingertips tracing the line of her ribs before settling over her stomach. In his minds eye Dracula could imagine it swelling under his palm. It was a dream he had given up for Agatha, knowing how strongly she felt about not having children, yet for a woman so determined not to conceive she seemed rather flippant about preventing it. Not that Dracula minded the regular sex, and not being forced to use any of those human preventatives.

Covering Dracula's hand with her own, Agatha turned her head, watching him watching her. It wasn't hard to see where his attention was focused, and Agatha felt her heart lurch a little, at the almost wistful look on his face.

"What are you thinking?"

"It's nothing…"

"It's not nothing."

Sighing Dracula resigned himself to another difficult conversation, in a day of difficult conversations. "How do know you won't get pregnant?"

"Because I'm not fertile right now." Agatha answered simply. "My cycle isn't monthly like a mortal woman's. Most vampires only have one or at most two fertile periods in a year, it depends on how old they were when they were turned. I only have one, and believe me I know when it is coming, let's just say there are several symptoms that are hard to miss."

"Oh."

"Disappointed?" Agatha asked turning on her side to face him.

"No..."

"Fibber."

"I just didn't understand, this is all new to me Agatha." Dracula sighed. "It's not something I can just ask Mycroft now is it."

"Please that was not an image I needed." Agatha scoffed, the very idea of Mycroft giving Dracula the sex talk.

Lifting her hand to his lips Dracula pressed a kiss to her fingers, then her knuckles, then her palm.

"Say you will come with me if I have to go into exile."

"Is this you asking now, instead of telling?" Agatha asked, too tired to get cross with him again, it was hard to do so after two amazing orgasms and when he was being so sweet.

"I'll beg if it works." Dracula admitted. "I…I simply couldn't bear to be without you Agatha, just the thought of it."

"I know." Agatha sighed, shifting to rest her head on his shoulder. "It's the same for me."

Twisting his head Dracula stared down at her in surprise. "It is?"

"Yes, you fool, I love you, I would want to be with you, but I have to work out what it would mean for the others, they are reliant on me…I can't just swan off and leave them for who knows how long?"

"We could take them with us…"

"Really can you see Lucy settling down happily in a barely renovated castle, miles from anywhere, no internet or cute boys to torment?"

Head dropping back to the mattress Dracula had to admit she had a point. "She would make our lives hell."

"Your life perhaps, she would certainly put a cramp in our sex life." Agatha deadpanned. "Well at least we wouldn't need to worry about contraception."

Bursting out laughing, Dracula's chest shook with the force of it, suddenly knowing that no matter what the future had in store for them, together they could handle anything. "Quite right."

"You know we might not even need to leave…" Agatha began carefully, her hand stroking his chest.

"You aren't going to let this go, are you?" Dracula sighed, knowing without having to ask what she was talking about, also knowing that she wouldn't just let it rest. "Are you prepared to find things you don't want to see?"

"If you think I am ignorant of the truth of who you really are, then you forget I listened while you slaughtered an entire convent full of my sisters." Agatha replied bluntly, lifting her head to meet his gaze and show him that she was entirely serious about this. "If I can fall in love with you after that, after you killed people I cared deeply for. Do you really think I will suddenly fall out of love with you, after talking to a few more of your victims?"

"No…I suppose not." Dracula had to admit she had a point, but that didn't shift the fear. "But you cannot promise it won't change how you look at me."

"No, I cannot promise that, just like you can't promise that you won't grow to resent my not giving you children." Agatha chose her words with care. "I can promise I won't give up on us, I can promise I will always try to deal with any problems that might come up between us, that I will never simply walk away from you again."

"Not even if I push you away?" Dracula's question was quietly spoken, this was as close as he could come to admitting to being vulnerable in front of Agatha.

Talking about feelings, was just not something that was done, especially not the difficult unpleasant ones. Admitting she had power over him, admitting that he was afraid, all of these things were true, but talking about them would make them real as well.

"Especially if you push me away. I know now that is precisely when you need me the most." Agatha answered equally softly. "Let me try to help. You know how my mind works by now; I simply won't rest easy, knowing there was something I could have done to help you, and I didn't."

Agatha was right and Dracula knew it, he was being a coward not letting her in, not wanting to admit he needed anyone's help, not even hers. Yet his stubbornness could have consequences for other people, and it was selfish of him to put his own comfort above their futures. In the end he simply nodded, let the chips fall where they may, it was time to stop hiding.

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