Stop it

Walter was tucked nicely in his warm, comfortable bed. He smiled to himself. It had been a most wonderful day. Integra to his opinion would make a much better new master than Richard. He was home again. And the very best was, that Alucard was back. The joy about that felt better than anything else, that had happened to him in the past 10 years at least!

So Arthur had lied to him, it seemed. Oh, no matter now, he felt like digging him out, just to hug and thank him that he hadn’t destroyed the marvellous creature back then!

To be able to see him, watch him, talk to and joke with him like in the old times, and maybe even fight side-by-side again, was a wonderful outlook for the days to come.

He had never ever believed that Alucard had tried to kill him back than, regardless of what Arthur had rendered upon. Had Alucard really wanted to kill him he would have been dead by now, it was just that easy.

He still remembered lively, that he had lusted after the creature immensely in his younger days, that there even had been two intimate encounters, the second one quite frightening. And he remembered fighting side by side. Ahhh well, these times were long gone.

Walter was so very sorry, that he was quite old by now, well in his 60ies indeed. Alucard had changed, too, but not aged, of course… At the moment he looked even younger than the male form he used to show, almost like a Rock Star with that long white hair and the leather outfit. ‘The form I take means nothing to me.’ Walter memorized and smiled.

The butler wasn’t the cocky, eager, beautiful young man anymore. Sadly, he added to himself. Otherwise he would have been in for a trip into the dungeons now. He smiled to himself, shortly considering to wank off, and fell asleep.

Alucard watched from the shadows as the old man stirred in his bed, lost in his own thoughts about the cocky, sexy lad he knew. A grown man had taken that place, than an older man, now an old man, not yet senile, not yet fragile, but not to be worn out anymore without showing restrictions of his age. And sadly he had missed all of that progress…

To be able to age…

Alucard truly envied Walter for that. Of course he could take a form of his choice and look and act like an old person – but he could not truly age. He could not finish the circle of life slowly and then die, when the time came. He could not be in the right place of his life and then pass on to another step. He was not human anymore. Although his spirit got older as time passed and he was able to learn, he did not age and develop, but had to stay the same bloody fool, only a wee bit more clever as he learned about rights and wrongs of this world, about decency and moral. And more, he did not even remember what it felt like to be mortal. Therefore he knew, he could not feel like a human could. But he often felt he had lost something worthy.

He had seen Walters protective way towards Integra, meaning much more to her than a normal employee, yet never crossing the fine line between master and servant. Strange indeed.

The old man had fallen asleep lightly and Alucard decided to find out what he came here for.

He put his mental grip on Walter and assured his sleep. Then he crossed the room in his shadow form and materialize under the cover, lying on his side, his head on one arm, facing Walter, who was sleeping on his back, his breath peaceful, a slight smile on his lips. A long time he just looked at him and mused about the fine or deep lines, age had driven into the skin. The butler had not abandoned his habit of sleeping naked. Considering his age, Walters old body was in brilliant condition. Considering his age…

He let one of his gloved hands travel along the mortal body. How he would have loved to feel him now. He silently cursed his former master and released his shadows, caressing and touching the human in front of him until he had explored every inch. He could sense the man being turned on by this even in his sound sleep and released his mental grip just a little.

Walter came close to consciousness as the vampire bend over to him and let his tongue trail slowly over the wrinkled skin of his neck, tasting age on his lovingly caressing tongue.

“A..lu..card..”

“Hello little angel!”

He softly pierced the skin of his neck and felt a bittersweet taste filling his mouth, telling him about Walters life.

There were lots of memories. The vampire started from where he could feel the scars in Walters conscience caused by his own skilful manipulations so many years ago. Walter had been a busy fighter for Hellsing, an occasional lover to many women and even a few men, but not one of these he had loved. Instead there had been incomplete memories of a dark dead creature, that he had cherished beyond every living thing. Nevertheless his life with ups and downs had flowed along time smoothly and quite happily.

Through Walters eyes he saw the death of his former master, aged himself now, and Integra crying, promising to carry on and be glorious. Oh my! Humans and death were likely to be a pathetic combination even in the noble house he served… Then, shortly after that, there was another scar, not skilful and elegantly made, but plump and badly covered. Strange… Then he remembered that Walter had been off to fulfil some secret last will of his recently decayed former master. It was quite possible that Arthur had wanted this task to stay secret and that the alchemist had made it seal itself when done. Indeed, he grinned, that looked like the poor work of that crap magician! He let the secrets of the angel of death and his former master stay secret and untouched.

Alucard stopped without having taken much blood. It’s taste was different, but it still tasted wonderful to him, still loaden with wild desire, passion for fighting and killing… and a long gone true love. But the blood was old and worn and they both would not benefit from him drinking too much. The old heart of the aged angel would probably not withstand the burden of him drinking for long enough to please him. More important, he mustn`t endanger him: Integra would need a human friend now.

There were other ways for shared pleasure, other ways to play and to please his precious aged angel of death just once more. Alucard grinned, musing about the strange fact that he always seemed to be rather lenient concerning this special human. He changed his form. Even the slight sucking of blood and the contact with his salvia had not been without effect. Walters breath was heavy and his cock was hard, as Alucard called upon him now. He still did not let him wake up totally, keeping him in a half conscious, dreamlike state.

“Alucard,” Walter realized sleepily, when the girl crawled upon him, sliding onto and engulfing his cock. He raised his hands and stroke her belly and her breast softly, feeling so wonderfully cool and soft under his warm, aged hands.

Now Alucard released his mental grip fully. Walter came to his senses and stared at the vampire in shock.

“What the… Alucard! Have you gone mad?”

“Why is everyone asking me this, when it is always so plainly to be seen? Yes, mad as hell!” She laughed. “Do you like this? Then enjoy it, I will not give you this gift again, angel. You are too old now to offer me your blood in return...” She speed up the soft rocking of her hips.

Walter´s breath grew very heavy . “There was more to it than just these two times, wasn’t it?” When the vampire just grinned wickedly, he said, “Yeah, I knew it! …Alucard, if this is the last time then grant me a favour, will you?”

“Bloody hell, I already took my girl form, what is it you want more this time?” Alucard was slightly puzzled for the second time in this night. Bloody humans! Before he had time to read Walters thoughts now, the butler already went on.

“Well,… could you please make her just a little bit older? I really feel ridiculously at my age fucking a fourteen year old girl, at best.”

“I will never understand mortals. Better now?”

“Ohhhh YES, oh my god, much better! Ahhh! And, …ahhh … ahhh … Alucard...?”

A dangerously low growl answered him. “WHAT ELSE?!”

“Please DO feed from me, I know you wish to, and that’s the best part for me, too, you know…”

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“He is sick?” Integra wondered the next morning. “He has never been sick as long as I remember…”

“Well, I can recall an occasion back then in his youth, when he indeed was sick for several days, “ Alucard grinned. “And maybe the day yesterday was a bit much for him, considering his age. A long journey, coming home and getting a new master, all the trouble, going back to London…” He bit his bottom lip and really had to stop it or he would have burst out laughing loudly…

He already liked his new master much, but there definitely were things she did not need to know about…yet.

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