An Act of Betrayal
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Category:
Hellsing › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,329
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
0
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The Perfect Drug
Disclaimer: I do not hold any legal rights to Hirano’s work, nor his characters. Nor do I hold any legal rights to titles of NIN songs. This story is purely for entertainment and is without any momentary gains. My original characters are the only things aside from the plot that I can claim as my own and are not to be used by others without my explicit permission. Thank you.
A/N: Implied Dark Walter X OC. You have been warned.
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The Perfect Drug
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Touch was such a foreign thing to him. It always had been that way despite all the women and men he had slept with over the years. He was a killer and killers tended not get attached to others...well, not often anyways.
The point of the matter was he had always secretly loathed physical contact that was not initiated by him, and even then sometimes his skin still crawled.
This time was no different even though he had initiated it and had wanted it. From the moment he had laid eyes on Desiree he had wanted her. He wanted her laid out on the floor with her blouse open and her breasts bare to hungry eyes. He wanted her on her knees before him, begging him to just let her. He didn't care how only that he had to have her.
So he did.
After arranging a time and place to met up with each other, he had felt a sort of drop in his stomach that Heather had once aptly describe as "that exhilarating feeling you get from jumping from some place high up". He knew that feeling was from actively betraying Hans and with a woman no less. But he was too in the moment to fear the repercussions of his actions. He'd deal with all of that after he got what he wanted, and he always got what he wanted (though sometimes it took years for him to get some things).
So when he pulled into her driveway and saw her waiting on her front step for him, that feeling left no room for guilt. Nor did it give way to anything else besides arousal when they had finally made it to her room stripping and ferociously kissing each other.
Or even when they had crashed onto her bed a tangle of limbs and passion.
It didn't stop when he laid his hands upon her, or when he sunk his teeth into her breast at her behest, not even when he was in her.
After the moaning and screaming were finished and he was driving back to Heather's home did his stomach start to travel, along with his heart, up into his throat.
He knew his lover would be seething at his betrayal and that Heather would be hurt and disappoint in him; it marveled him how she held him in such high regards some days but never did he unappreciated it.
He didn't know how those two would make him pay dearly for the pain he will cause them when the captain smells the foreign sex on him, just that there will be hell to pay for this one.
He wondered how much they would make him suffer in retaliation for their suffrage and if they would ever forgive him for it.
He hoped they understood.
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A/N: I love that word, "ferocious", rawr! Ya, I know you had wanted explicit monkey sex, but I suck at that sort of thing so, heh, sorry.
And before anyone goes screaming "OMG! Mary Sue! Hate!" know that she is based upon an actual person I know.
And if that person is reading this, I put you there because you're dead sexah ;) and you sure as hell know how to turn heads. Come on, admit it; you would do Vampire Walter given the chance too ;)
A/N: Implied Dark Walter X OC. You have been warned.
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The Perfect Drug
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Touch was such a foreign thing to him. It always had been that way despite all the women and men he had slept with over the years. He was a killer and killers tended not get attached to others...well, not often anyways.
The point of the matter was he had always secretly loathed physical contact that was not initiated by him, and even then sometimes his skin still crawled.
This time was no different even though he had initiated it and had wanted it. From the moment he had laid eyes on Desiree he had wanted her. He wanted her laid out on the floor with her blouse open and her breasts bare to hungry eyes. He wanted her on her knees before him, begging him to just let her. He didn't care how only that he had to have her.
So he did.
After arranging a time and place to met up with each other, he had felt a sort of drop in his stomach that Heather had once aptly describe as "that exhilarating feeling you get from jumping from some place high up". He knew that feeling was from actively betraying Hans and with a woman no less. But he was too in the moment to fear the repercussions of his actions. He'd deal with all of that after he got what he wanted, and he always got what he wanted (though sometimes it took years for him to get some things).
So when he pulled into her driveway and saw her waiting on her front step for him, that feeling left no room for guilt. Nor did it give way to anything else besides arousal when they had finally made it to her room stripping and ferociously kissing each other.
Or even when they had crashed onto her bed a tangle of limbs and passion.
It didn't stop when he laid his hands upon her, or when he sunk his teeth into her breast at her behest, not even when he was in her.
After the moaning and screaming were finished and he was driving back to Heather's home did his stomach start to travel, along with his heart, up into his throat.
He knew his lover would be seething at his betrayal and that Heather would be hurt and disappoint in him; it marveled him how she held him in such high regards some days but never did he unappreciated it.
He didn't know how those two would make him pay dearly for the pain he will cause them when the captain smells the foreign sex on him, just that there will be hell to pay for this one.
He wondered how much they would make him suffer in retaliation for their suffrage and if they would ever forgive him for it.
He hoped they understood.
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A/N: I love that word, "ferocious", rawr! Ya, I know you had wanted explicit monkey sex, but I suck at that sort of thing so, heh, sorry.
And before anyone goes screaming "OMG! Mary Sue! Hate!" know that she is based upon an actual person I know.
And if that person is reading this, I put you there because you're dead sexah ;) and you sure as hell know how to turn heads. Come on, admit it; you would do Vampire Walter given the chance too ;)