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Title: Hallelujah

Author: darkangel985

Pairing: Alucard/Alexander Anderson (with a twist)

Warnings: contains a short dash of minor (although
technically it isn't really *grins*)

Disclaimer: None of the characters in the following
story are mine. I don't intend any copyright infringement and I don't
make money with this. The lyrics to Rammstein's “Hallelujah”
aren't mine either.

A/N: This is a slash
story, so if you don't like that, don't read it. I just listened to
“Hallelujah” by Rammstein and
it hit me that this is a perfect song to describe Alucard/Anderson.
So I really couldn't resist writing it. Lyrics are cursive.

Hallelujah

He loves the boys in
the choir
they keep their souls pure

Paladin
Alexander Anderson rubbed his temples, trying to shoo away the
headache that was slowly developing there, while he walked towards
the small church that was a part of the orphanage he worked at during
the times the Iscariot didn't require his
services. He was tired and weary, having just returned from London
and another brush with Alucard.

Thinking
about the God-forsaken creature and the taunts that had been flung
his way the Paladin ground his teeth,
involuntarily clenching his fists. Those taunts had angered him, not
only because they were pure heresy, but also because they were true.

Opening
the small chapel's door he tried to get rid off the expression of
anger that had appeared on his face as soon as he thought about
Alucard, managing to shape his features into something that resembled
a smile. The expression became real as the sound of children singing
reached his ears, the beautiful, innocent sound calming the storm
that the confrontations with the hated vampire always caused.

Silently
sitting down on one of the church benches he let his eyes trail over
the children he had sworn to protect, halting on a boy he had never
seen before. A small, slim child with girlish features and dark hair.
Anderson guessed him to be about six years of age, but it was hard to
tell sometimes. Something about the boy was nagging at the back of
his mind, a strange tingling feeling, but the Paladin couldn't quite
figure it out. His senses were probably still over
sensitized after hunting for Alucard.

While
he had been caught in his musings the children had finished the song
and were now leaving the church, shooed along by two motherly-looking
nuns. The only ones to remain behind and stop in front of Anderson
were the priest who lead the orphanage and the small boy that
Anderson had spotted earlier.

“Ah, Father
Anderson, it's good to have you back with us. You must be weary from
your travels...” Anderson thoughtfully nodded his head, but the
priest continued anyway. “...,but before you retire let me
introduce you to our newest charge.” The priest urged the boy
to get a little closer, but the child only stood there, looking at
the ground, his long bangs covering his eyes. “This is Vlad. He
appeared in front of our door a day and a half ago. I have placed him
under your care.”

Anderson
nodded his head once again, before he got up from the bench and began
to speak. “If that was all there is for now, I would like to
retire. My body may be whole, but the last journey has cost
a lot of energy and I would like to replenish it.”

“Of course, Father
Anderson.”

The young man is
allowed to stay with him
the sin nests above the leg

Thunder
growled loudly in the sky, awaking Anderson from his sleep. He was
about to dismiss the loud rumbling and lay back down when another
sound caught his ears. It was almost completely drowned out by the
storm that was raging outside, but it was still clearly
distinguishable as the sound of a weeping child.

Getting
up from his bed and opening the door the Paladin was surprised to
find the young boy, whom he had been introduced to just the last
afternoon. Tears were running down his cheeks, his eyes once again
hidden behind his black hair. Kneeling down in front of the boy
Anderson carefully reached out for his shoulder and began to speak.

“Can you tell me
what is wrong, Vlad?” The boy just mutely shook his head, but
at that moment a bout of thunder echoed through the room and the
child began to cry even harder. Feeling compassion for the boy since
he remembered to have been just as scared of thunder when he was that
young Anderson continued to speak. “Are you scared of the
storm?”

The
boy just nodded his head and Anderson sighed. “Ok, you can stay
with me, but that is an exception because you aren't used to the
house.” Picking the boy up he carried
him back to his room, unaware of the devilish red glow shining
underneath the child's dark hair.

Lying
back down on his mattress he put the boy
next to himself, glad that he finally stopped crying as soon as he
was wrapped into the priest's warm blankets. Content with having
calmed his charge Anderson closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep
again. He was already drifting off to sleep, so he didn't protest
when he felt a small form snuggle up to his side and throw a thin arm
around his torso.

On his nightstand,
quiet and wordless
a picture of the Lord
he slowly turns it
around

Anderson's
eyes shot open in shocked surprise as he felt a wet, cool mouth close
around his cock, a long tongue toying with the tip of his slowly
hardening organ. The little light the moon provided was enough to
illuminate the young boy's features, his mouth stretched open wide as
he took the Paladin's erection a little deeper.

But
even without the light Anderson would have seen the glowing, red
eyes, so very similar to the one of his hated enemy. He still tried
to grab for the boy's head and push him away, but that only caused a
burst of laughter to resound in his ears. No matter who hard he tried
he couldn't get the boy off, his hips held in a steel-like grip as
his cock was engulfed to the root, the pleasure threatening to drown
out all coherent thoughts.

He
had to stay focused. He had to stay strong. This was a sin especially
since the damned creature who was doing it to him was a vampire.

Suddenly
a familiar voice sounded in his mind, a mocking tone that he would
have recognized anywhere. “Not just any vampire, Judas Priest.”
He wanted to curse, wanted to damn the god-forsaken creature that was
violating his body with pleasure, but the only sound that slipped
from his lips was a groan as Alucard's tongue massaged his glans.

He
spotted his swords leaning against the wall on the other side of the
room. If only he could get free, he could fight Alucard and save his
soul from damnation. But his treacherous
body was betraying him just like Judas had betrayed Jesus, pleasure
it's payment instead of twenty silver pieces as a helpless moan
slipped from his lips.

This
was the very thing Alucard had always taunted him with, his one flaw,
the only sin he wasn't completely immune
to. Yes, he had wanted the vampire, had desired him, but God could
forgive those thoughts that were sent by the Devil. But now his
fantasies were turning to reality, throwing him into a conflict of
want and belief he couldn't escape.

Trapped
in his internal struggle as he was he
almost missed the moment that the pleasure disappeared from his
aching erection, but the needy whimper that must have slipped from
his own lips alerted him to it. Had he reacted sooner he might have
stood a chance to escape, but before he had a chance to move metal
wrapped around his wrists.

It
flowed down from the crucifix hanging above his bed, the arms of the
small silver Jesus melting and coming down to the bed to make him a
prisoner to the godforsaken vampire's games. Alucard's chuckle
resounded through the room as the Paladin tried to struggle,
his face shaped into an obscene, leering grin.

A
flick of his wrist and the wooden crucifix turned around, the holy
item becoming a symbol for the devil that was sitting on his lap,
still in the form of a small child. “Would you rather have me
look different?”

Not
waiting for him to answer Alucard turned back into his usual form,
although he was still wearing the boy's small nightgown. It was
stretched tight over his body, revealing
the outline of the vampire's hardened cock.

“Don't you dare
defile me, monster.”

His
protest was answered by a chuckle, before Alucard spoke again. “Don't
tell me you're not enjoying yourself.” Glowering at the
vampire, his green eyes burning with fiery anger Anderson shook his
head. “No? You've just broken one of your precious commandments
by lying, Judas Priest.” Leaning a little forward Alucard
captured the Paladin's chin in his hand, almost using enough force to
break his jaw. “But I'll try a little harder anyway.”

Anderson
felt a cool tongue flicker over his earlobe while he pressed his eyes
shut, preparing himself for the violent taking of his body the
vampire would surely attempt. Damn, honor-less,
godless...

The
thought was lost as his cock was suddenly encased in unbelievable
tight coolness, a silken feeling stretching
around him. His eyes shot open as a moan of surprise fell from his
lips. Alucard was once again grinning his maniacal,
diabolical grin, waiting for a few short seconds before he began to
move.

Nothing
had ever felt like this before, not the few times that he had
guiltily lain a hand on himself in his
youth, nor the lustful dreams he sometimes had at night. Quite
unbidden the thought that heaven must feel
just this way entered his mind, followed by another bout of Alucard's
laughter.

Anderson
would have cursed and ranted at the vampire, but the only thing that
slipped from his lips were desperate moans as his pleasure spiraled
higher than he had ever known before, overcoming his shame, his
guilt, everything, until nothing but a haze of sensation was left.

More
and more and faster until a cry fell from his lips, spilling out just
like the seed that spilled from his cock. Even in his haze he
somewhat registered the wet coolness that landed on his belly,
registered the vampire's weight vanishing from his body.

Still
panting heavily he lowered his arms that were now free of the chains.
Nothing told of Alucard's presence now, nothing except for the
twisted and turned cross over his bed, the vampire's cum drying on
his belly and the guilt that slammed into his heart.

Reaching
into his nightstand he almost jumped in surprise when the church
bells chimed, announcing that the night
hadn't yet passed. Maybe it would never pass for him, now that he had
been so deeply plunged into sin. Grabbing his rosary Anderson began
to pray, trying to force the burning, red eyes from his mind.

When the church clock
strikes twice
he folds his hands for prayer

Hallelujah!

The
End

I'd
almost forgotten how good it was to just write porn for the hell of
it and not as part of a story. Good that our naughty priest and
vampire reminded me. This is all for now, but you'll probably hear
from me again. Stay tuned and keep reading.

darkangel985
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