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[A/N:
Up until recently (?), the Roman Catholic church does indeed forbid
masturbation as one of the Offenses against Chastity. See wikipedia for
further, if you are really curious, lol.]

Psalms
for the Fallen

Chapter
10

I

Alexander
Anderson stood before the mirror in the newly built bathroom attached to his
chambers and watched the leeched heat from the shower fade from his skin.
He always turned the temperature higher than what he was comfortable with in
life, to watch his skin redden under the heat, almost into a semblance of
living. His heavy silver cross hung low on his belly as he began to dry
himself off, trying his best to stop his body from the ingrained instinct to
breathe.

It
would be futile for a while, Seras had told him � she still did it on
occasion, particularly when stressed. Too many needless human
habits. Anderson felt it both comforting, yet mocking.

The
edge of the towel drifted briefly against his neck, and Anderson flinched,
biting his lip, as the dull ache grew afresh between his thighs. Since
Romania, Alucard hadn�t bothered to sate either of them: as far as Anderson
could tell, lust and sex were as any other plaything for the old vampire,
something he could control utterly. For Anderson, however, the
unholy pleasure even of their unnatural union was new, too new to control
through meditation. Sexual desire was something he ignored, in his
spartan existence within the orphanage, obeying as always the letter of the
law, never even resorting to his hand. It was a weakness and a base
distraction, and it had never been difficult: he subsumed his passion into his
bloodlust and filled the rest of his hours either in spiritual meditation,
reading his beloved books, or with children.

Now,
now he had an eternity of empty hours, forsaken, far from his home and
bereft from the few comforts of his former life, and the temptation was far
stronger. God, he ached, wanted the monster�s lips on his neck and
his flesh between his thighs, touching him in places Anderson had never thought
could give him such ecstasy, the long fingers restless over his body.
Tentatively, he inched one wet gloved hand down his abdomen, slow, to his
navel, his breathing deepening, slowing, then he narrowed his eyes, clenching
the hand into a fist, stretching the pentagram tight over his hand and slamming
it down on the metal sink.

He
couldn�t.

�Masturbation
is �an intrinsically and gravely disordered action�,� Alucard purred, behind
him. Anderson didn�t look up, even when gloved fingers settled playfully,
lightly, on his hips. �Isn�t that in the Catechism?�

�Don�t-�
Anderson made to brush the hands away, but stilled instead, with a gasp, when
Alucard brushed a kiss against the base of his neck.

�My
poor, poor little Alex,� the monster said, with mock solicitude, �Insufficient
attention on my part. I am so very sorry.�

�Ah
dinnae need yer fucken attention,� Anderson growled, mustering what was
left of his dignity by pulling away, only for Alucard to drag him back sharply;
he lost his balance with a startled yelp, sprawling on the wet tiles.
Grinning, Alucard sat down, cross-legged, beside him, pulling up his chin.

�No?�

�Nay.�
Anderson jerked away, scrambling to his knees, and something shoved him from
the back into Alucard�s lap. A hasty attempt to shift into shadow and
make a run for it was aborted when the monster teasingly grazed a fang over the
juncture of his neck. �Aah.�

Long
fingers splayed possessively over his rump and dragged him closer, up against
Alucard�s body, and he pressed his chin over the crimson coat to invite the
vampire�s bite. There was an amused snort. �Under all that bluster
there�s a submissive.�

�Dinnae
ken what sort o� sick instinct ye forced on me,� Anderson retorted, trying not
to sound so breathless. He wanted it, wanted the ecstasy and
oblivion of the bite, that Alucard had denied him hours ago, forcing him
instead, after the initial embrace, to sit alone and shamed with his
revelations, with only kisses and a relatively shallow nip compared to what he needed.

To
his surprise, Alucard merely snickered, and kissed down to his bicep,
instead. �Thanks for the offer then, but I�m already full.�

�Alucard!�

�Careful,
Alex.� The monster had the bloody gall to smirk. �Do you want it
that much?�

�Ah�
ye did this t�me,� Anderson settled for snarling.

�Not
really. But I think the pleasure of the bite, in your case, is made all
the more intense for your� abstinence in your mortal life.� Alucard grinned,
rolling up his hips, making Anderson shiver. �What have you done recently
to deserve it?�

�Deserve�
deserve ae monster�s bite?� The priest narrowed his eyes. �It isnae ae reward.�

�Very
well, then I do not feel like inflicting it on you today,� Alucard�s
smirk widened, when Anderson bared his teeth in frustration. �I�ve been
all too free with it recently, it seems, and you�ve begun to take it for
granted.�

�But
ye like-�

�I
like biting humans,� Alucard corrected, with mock primness. �Their
blood is warm. Yours is dead and cold, Alex, and I gain no pleasure from
the act. The pleasure is all yours, ergo, it is a reward.�

�Sick�
sick bastard��

�Hmm.�
Alucard kissed him, stroking into his mouth with his long tongue, purring,
continuing to rock up against the priest gently, his fingers exploring,
teasing, petting, swiping the remaining damp from his hips to the curve of his
arse, stroking lightly at the tender skin behind his tightening balls, toying
with feather-light caresses against his swollen cock. It was slow,
maddening, frustrating, and he could do little but whimper, his hands
restless on Alucard�s shoulders, trying to tug long fingers closer to his
need. Small circles stroked down his thighs, the pads of fingers slicking
up his spine, flicking his nipples, sliding down over his flanks, and his
breath was coming in sharp, urgent gasps.

Anderson
felt himself going slack against Alucard, the sensory overload from the caresses
making him dizzy, choked with his lust, his need, and yet the bastard
only chuckled.

Finally,
after a series of nips that always stopped teasingly before his neck, Anderson
muttered, �Master.�

He
rather wished that sounded more defiant than needy, but fingers froze from
where they had been stroking his thighs, and he felt Alucard grin against his
shoulder. �Yes?�

Anderson
swallowed his flare of temper with some difficulty, burying his face in
Alucard�s own neck, and nuzzling it hopefully. While this brought a
pleased, deeper purr from the older vampire, that wasn�t the result his body
desperately wanted.

�Ah�
Ah want��

�Do
you want to come,� Alucard asked slyly, stroking one finger teasingly up
Anderson�s cock, making the priest press blindly against the other vampire�s
belly with a little gasp, �Or do you want the bite?�

Lips
pressed briefly over his neck, again, as fingers began to trace the scars over
his back. Anderson flushed, quivering, knowing that he had inevitably,
inexorably damned himself, and worse, being unable at this point to care.
�Both.�

�Greedy,
Alex, very greedy,� Alucard whispered, nipping at his ear, and for a moment,
Anderson thought the vampire was going to play with him longer, draw out his
advantage, but then Alucard purred, �Put your fingers to work, fledgling.�

It
took a moment for Anderson to realize what Alucard wanted, then he brought his
hands down, hesitantly, awkwardly fumbling open buttons and the belt buckle,
then the zipper, to draw out the thick, cool flesh. No underwear.
His breath hitched as he held it, fascinated despite himself, but hesitant to
explore and not knowing what else to do. One of Alucard�s hands was
straying into his coat, and there was the faint clink of a metal cap, then
Anderson was being kissed, deeply, possessively, while an oiled finger pressed
up against his opening. He didn�t register his body pushing back against
it eagerly until Alucard chuckled against his lips.

�When
did you surrender, Judas Priest?� Alucard mused, as he pushed the oiled finger
deeper, stroking lazily.

Anger
cleared his mind, for a brief moment, and his eyes focused, narrowing.
�Dinnae get this wrong, monster. This is the last inch ye will get
o� me.� He would only give the monster this much, this carnal sin.
And he would kill him.

�Fair
enough,� Alucard said, smirking, and Anderson blinked as he felt a small vial
tap against his fingers. �Spread that on me.�

�Gloves��

�I
manage with gloves,� Alucard said dryly, twisting his fingers abruptly and
making Anderson yelp and buck, �You�re the one who won�t take off your
limiter.�

�Bastard,�
Anderson muttered, fumbling the vial with shaky hands, though, at the least,
managing to get most of it on Alucard�s flesh instead of his clothes, stroking
stiffly over the taut skin to spread it.

�It
won�t break.�

Anderson
glared, tempted for a moment to prove the other vampire wrong, then fingers
pressed up, at an angle, and he bit down hard on his lip with a hiss at the
spike of pleasure.

�Now,
put me inside you.�

Awkwardly,
Anderson attempted to obey, ignoring the voice in his mind that clamored its
outrage, as fingers drew out of him and moved to guide his hips.
Hesitantly, he pressed the tip against his stretched entrance, then, with a
sharp breath, pushed himself down, grimacing at the pain from the stretch,
impaling himself on Alucard�s flesh to the hilt. The slow burn of pain
was exquisite, watching Alucard�s features darken and twist into a
feral, silent snarl of lust even more so.

�When
you�re ready, move.�

�Move?�
He almost didn�t recognize the breathy sound as his voice, squirming as his
body fought to adjust, his hands curled in tight fists over his own thighs.

Alucard
didn�t reply until muscles began to relax, then long fingers curled into claws
at his hips. �Like this, Alex.�

Following
Alucard�s guidance, Anderson began rocking against him, slowly at first, then
harder, shallow snaps of his hips that made him hiss each time he buried
Alucard�s flesh deep into him, his head lolling back in pleasure. Fingers
were stroking him slowly, keeping him only near the edge of pleasure, expert
and skilled.

He
was hesitant to experiment, especially under Alucard�s unwavering stare.
The water over his shoulders was long chilled, the towel discarded, and the
tiles were slippery under his knees, the sounds between them wet and
fleshy. Still, as much as it felt� good� it wasn�t the pure
ecstasy that Alucard gave him whenever the vampire ravished him.

�Not
enough?� Alucard inquired slyly, at that point, and Anderson flinched.

�Ah
dinnae ken��

�Like
this.� Alucard pulled him down, twisting the angle deftly by adjusting his
hips, and abruptly, the thick flesh within him rubbed there, tearing a
startled cry from his lips, and he drew up his hands to curl them tightly in
Alucard�s collar.

�Now.
Harder.�

Trembling,
Anderson obeyed, grinding down roughly, arching his back with a harsh gasp at
the delicious pressure, his pace fast becoming frantic, his breaths in pitchy,
choked cries as he rode the thick, hard cock within him, restraint and
self-control long abandoned for a pure, primal lust that almost frightened him
in its intensity. Alucard was not immune; the older vampire was growling
against his throat, the animalistic sound striking a deep, erotic chord within
the Paladin, and the grip on his hips would long have shattered mere human
bone.

Abruptly,
Alucard thrust hard and up into Anderson, just as he bit down, and the priest
shattered, freefalling off the brink, unable to do anything but go slack in
Alucard�s embrace, his body racked in tremors as he spurted violently against
his Master�s shirt.

He
barely registered Alucard shifting them to shove him down against the wet
tiles, dragging one of his thighs up onto a shoulder, but managed to frown when
Alucard began to thrust. �Alucard��

�Now
that you�ve offered yourself up so sweetly to me,� Alucard purred, and the hard
glitter of lust in his crimson eyes made Anderson instantly wary, �Do not think
I�ll be through with you so quickly.�

II

Seras
lay in her coffin and put a pillow over her head. Unfortunately, it was
purely symbolic: her preternaturally sharp hearing could pick out the� the sounds�
even through the thick door, the lid of her coffin, and the pillow.

She
groaned. Since Romania she�d had a decent stint of uninterrupted sleep,
but it looked like it wasn�t meant to last.

�Vampiric
stamina?�

In
the darkness, Seras flushed. �Captain��

�Just
thinking aloud.� Pip, on the other hand, was incredibly amused. He no
longer needed to manifest to talk, though given how occasionally Anderson gave
her strange looks it seemed that the priest couldn�t see Captain
Bernadotte. She was never too sure about Alucard, and Pip didn�t care to
appear before others.

�Well,
it�s their business.�

�I
had rather figured Alucard for the type who went after thin, pale women.
According to history. Unless he was only interested in their blood, after
all?�

�Captain.�

�Or
is it because that Anderson is a priest?�

�I
don�t want to hear it,� Seras said, clamping her hands as much as she could
over her ears, even in the confines of the coffin.

�I
thought he was just uninterested, you know.� Pip always had an irritating habit
of ignoring the opinions of others that had continued unimpeded even in death.

�What?�

�He�s
surrounded by beautiful women and he shows no interest. So I guess it
figured.�

�Whaaaat?�

�Oh
come on, mignonette. His Master is Lady Integral, and then there�s you,
but he hasn�t made any moves. Conclusion, Alucard is clearly
disinterested in women, therefore, he is either asexual or gay.�

Seras,
never having much of a concept of her own sex appeal, attempted to reconcile
this revelation in her head and failed, despite all pertinent facts, in
particular the loud one that was preventing her from sleeping. �Er� he
doesn�t get to meet many other women other than us� and well� if he
tried anything with Integral-sama��

�She�d
probably shoot his balls off. Good point.�

Seras
winced at the sudden graphic image in her head, then flinched as she heard
Anderson scream.

Pip
snickered.

�I
wonder if Integral-sama will give me another room��

III

�Alucard��
Integral said slowly, �You are not serious.�

�We
were going to travel incognito, weren�t we?� Alucard piped from his
female child form.

Integral
cast her eyes over the wrapped coffins, then down to where Anderson, in wolf
form, somehow managed, despite the lack of expressive facial muscles, to look
depressed. Attached to his neck was a white leather collar with
rhinestones, then a long, braided leather leash that was twirled around one
slender, childish wrist.

�I
don�t see the point, since both the Ninth and the Thirteenth now know about you
both��

�Ah,
but a girl and her dog is far less noticeable than a Romanian nobleman and a
Catholic priest��

Integral
puffed a long stream of cigar smoke. �Did I not say you�ll be noticeable
no matter what form you choose?�

�I
can make an effort,� Alucard said, with a smirk that looked, to Integral, far
too wicked and cruel for a child�s mouth.

�No.
Change back, right now.�

The
child laughed, even as her shape distorted into Alucard�s preferred human form,
his long hair slicked back, dressed in a sharp black suit.

�Eeh,
Integral-sama, now he looks like mafia��

�Silence,
police girl,� Integral snapped. �No, Anderson should stay in wolf
form. A man and a dog would not be noticeable. But get rid of that
goddamned leash.�

The
leash and collar dissolved into shadow.

�You
can leave on the collar.�

The
wolf shot Integral a look that managed to seem incredulous and betrayed.
She ignored him. �Man and dog. I suppose it suffices, as
much as not calling attention does. Has he learned how to use the
darkness to dress, yet?�

�No.�
Alucard smirked.

�Did
you pack his clothes?�

The
smirk widened.

�I
suppose he knows how to do it in theory, since he can shift forms back
to a clothed human, though I suppose it does mean he only the set of clothes
his �human� form is wearing right now for the whole trip,� Integral mused, as
the wolf twitched.

�Maa,
Integral-sama, maybe I should go instead��

IV

�The
termination of Project Anderson was aborted, Father Aglione,� one of the hooded
figures said sternly, when the convene met again. �And you overplay your
hand. We have received stern questions from the Pope.�

�Aborted?
How strange.� Aglione mused. �I specifically sent people whom he would be
vulnerable to, to smoothen the assassination while our select team stands by in
Johannesburg.�

�Should
you even have targeted Anderson?�

�Without
Anderson, Lord Hellsing would have had no need to perform her half of the deal,
and she has far more pressing problems in England than waste her trump card on
vengeance. No matter.� Father Aglione shrugged. �It would merely
have made matters simpler. The fact that he still exists does not skew
our preparations.�

�It
seems that the team was stopped by one Seras Victoria after their initial
sniper shot missed, after which upon identifying the target, Sister Heinkel
left the area.�

�Curious.
Very curious,� Aglione said, more intrigued by the thought that his
calculations had gone awry than the fact that his plan had been mislaid.
�I will speak with her later.�

�Sister
Heinkel has requested for and received a leave of absence, Father,� the hooded
figure continued. �She has left for England, along with a group of some
other members of the Thirteenth.�

�Oh?
Defecting?�

�It
seems not, Father Aglione, but we will watch her,� another hooded figure said
dismissively. �More importantly, Alucard and Project Anderson are on
their way to Johannesburg.�

�I
have already warned the Lamiae. But just in case, we have taken
steps.�

�Be
careful, Father Aglione,� said the first, soberly. �The eyes of the
College are upon you.�

�Your
chance for the Papacy grows yet unstable.�

The
small, portly man chuckled harshly, seemingly unperturbed, leaning back in his
seat. �Dominion comes, gentlemen. Soon the matters of this Church
will answer to a power higher than those petty old ravens.�

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