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Hunting the Hunter	By : DreadfulPenny Category: Hellsing > General Views: 6588 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Too late, too late, too late.

"Regrets?"

"None."

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Having slept alone since he was a small child, Walter wasn't sure of the particulars of how to share a bed with another person. It seemed simple enough - get ready for bed, get under the blankets, go to sleep. Right. That was for people who weren't vampire hunters preparing to get into bed with a vampire.

He had followed Doru deeper into the house to the bedroom where he had stayed the night he had been hurt, and now he stood by the door watching Doru turn down the blankets and then pull open a dresser drawer to retrieve an old-style nightshirt that Walter remembered from the last time he had stayed under Doru's roof. He had been too shaken up then to pay much attention to the somewhat old-fashioned choice of sleep clothes, but tonight he seemed desperate to focus on any detail that could take his mind off of what he had agreed to do.

Doru held out the folded nightshirt to him with a faint smile. "I thought you might not want to return to Hellsing looking as though you had slept in your clothes, but sadly I do not think you would be comfortable wearing nothing." His lips curved up just a bit more at the end, but the jest seemed more tired than lustful.

"You can change in the bath down the hall and join me when you are ready." He held up a hand to fend off an imaginary protest, "Have no fear, I will sleep in my robe."

Walter was accustomed to acting decisively in all things once he had made a decision. Now he stood holding the nightshirt and found himself frozen, wanting to stay, but knowing that if he didn't leave he was making a choice that would affect the rest of his life.

We already live beyond the pale....

He stood at the top of the slope, saw that it was slippery, and stepped out and into the thrill of the fall.

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Arthur faced his younger brother and sighed inwardly. He recognized that expression on Richard's face, and it meant that it would not be a happy reunion. Not that he had expected otherwise; his brother had left Hellsing on a tide of anger and resentment and he had sailed back to his childhood home carried on that same tide.

Still, Richard had at least some justification for tonight's anger, given the fact that his assistant had just been killed by Arthur's servant. Arthur gave passing thought to wondering just who had told Richard what had happened, but the manor was likely abuzz with the information from all the troops returning from the scene. While it was hardly news when Walter left a bit of a... mess behind, it wasn't every night that the mess was someone who had been inside Hellsing's walls.

"It isn't murder to execute a traitor," Arthur said with a laudable amount of calm. "Your man held a gun to Walter's back and thought to give him over to a vampire. What would you have had him do? Bare his throat for the creature because Wallace was your man?"

Richard snarled and waved away Arthur's question with a brusque gesture. "We only have your butler's word that Christian did anything of the sort. Christian Wallace was a poof, not some vampire's thrall."

"Anyone not protected by faith can be in a vampire's thrall," Arthur said coldly. "You can't have forgotten everything our father taught you."

The gibe made Richard's face twist into an unpleasant grimace and he strode past Arthur to open one of the cabinets behind his desk and pull out a decanter of whiskey and a single tumbler. Without asking or offering to share he poured himself a liberal measure of the whiskey and set the decanter down on Arthur's desk hard enough to leave a mark in the wood.

After he had knocked back the whiskey and poured himself another glass to sip more slowly, he spoke again in a tightly-controlled growl, "I haven't forgotten anything I learned under this roof. If I had, you've certainly reminded me that life is cheap when you're a Hellsing."

Gerard had done everything he could to be invisible during this less than happy reunion; now Arthur remembered the man's presence. Ignoring his brother for a moment, he dismissed the mercenary. "Resume your initial assignment for now and I will contact you with new orders when I have them."

Gerard left without a word, although he was sorry that he would miss out on the rest of what promised to be a heated conversation. It never hurt to know as much as possible about your employer - or his family - since his orders could get you killed.

Arthur closed the door behind Gerard and turned back to Richard. "Human life means more to me than anything, Richard. Human life. Not a traitor's."

"Why should we trust your man over mine?" Richard asked. "Christian never had a history of killing people. Your man is a butcher. Even your soldiers call him the Angel of Death."

Arthur's expression closed down into tightly controlled fury. Richard could always do this, always try to put him on the defensive, always imply that his judgment was questionable. Scenes like this were why Arthur had not been sad to see his brother part ways with Hellsing.

"Walter Dornez," he said, carefully enunciating each syllable to keep from shouting them at Richard, "has been nothing but trustworthy from the moment he set foot over Hellsing's threshold.

"Trustworthy," he repeated pointedly for his brother. "And more loyal than family."

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Walter woke in utter darkness and for a brief, adrenaline-surging instant struggled to remember where he was and why he was there. Then there was a soft click and the room flooded with a dim yellow light. He remembered then, as though the click had turned on memory as well as sight. He was in Doru's house, in Doru's bed, and hell, in Doru's clothes.

Beside him Doru was just settling back after having turned on a small lamp on the table next to the bed for Walter. He was lying on his side facing Walter and watched him cautiously, as though he expected Walter to bolt and run, or even to react more aggressively.

Rather than look too closely at his circumstances, Walter chose to focus on more immediate concerns, asking, "What time is it?" in a voice still rough with sleep.

Doru's cautious expression relaxed slightly. He didn't look for a clock or watch, and despite the heavy blackout curtains that left the room blocked off from all outside light he sounded confident in his response, "Just past midday. At least four hours from sundown."

Walter nodded and rolled onto his side to face the other man. This was not how he had planned his day to go. Yesterday at this time he had thought that he might end the night with Christian. Today Christian was nothing but meat and Doru was close enough to touch if either of them moved at all.

Walter wanted a cigarette and a trip to the WC, but more than either of those things he wanted to touch Doru before his second thoughts caught up to him. He shifted closer to Doru on the bed until their legs were touching from the knees down and carefully slid an arm over the other man's body, mindful of the fact that he didn't know for sure that Doru was completely healed from his ordeal.

Doru just as carefully put his own arm over Walter and propped his head up in his hand, regarding him intently with eyes that were brown and completely human, even from inches away.

What was the etiquette for this? Waking in another man's bed with the desire between them openly acknowledged? That was one that hadn't been covered in any of his lessons.

Doru saved him from his confusion by speaking first. "You seemed to sleep well."

"You watched me?" It perhaps wasn't the most gracious response, but apparently his internal censor hadn't finished waking up.

That prompted a faint smile from the vampire. "I watched you until I could rest as well. Myths to the contrary, I can sleep anywhere, but I envy the ease with which you fell asleep. I could not still my thoughts so quickly."

Walter gave a half-shrug. "I can sleep anywhere, anytime. Between Hellsing and the war, I learned to eat, sleep, and catch a smoke when I can because I never know when I'll get my next chance."

It was a useful skill in his line of work. He saw and did things that would keep most people from ever sleeping again. Even killing a man he'd entertained an interest in wasn't enough to keep Walter from sleeping; he was more surprised that he'd gotten to sleep so quickly while lying next to a vampire in a pitch black room.

Walter caught his breath, eyes widening slightly. He was unaccustomed to giving out his trust to anyone. There were very few people he could say he truly trusted - Arthur Hellsing had comprised almost the entire list up until now - but he realized now that he trusted Doru, truly trusted him. There was no other way he would have allowed himself to be so vulnerable with Doru; it truly was trusting him with his life.

Trust was the last thing that had stood between what Walter wanted and what he would allow himself.

With that understanding, he saw no reason to draw out what he hoped would be inevitable between them. He slid closer to remove the last few inches between their bodies and lifted his head to bring his lips to Doru's for a light kiss.

Doru's reaction surprised him. He made a quiet sound, almost a groan and tightened his arm around Walter to hold him while he met Walter's lips with a hard press of lips that had little in common with their cautious kiss of the night before.

Surprised or not, this was what Walter had wanted. He did break from Doru's lips for a breathless moment to ask, "Are your wounds all healed?"

Doru's response came out in a near-growl. "Yes." Then he tangled his fingers in Walter's hair to hold him and stole his breath with a crushing kiss.

Was this how it was supposed to be? Walter didn't know, and he frankly didn't care. This was something that felt more right than all the times he had tried to picture himself in bed with a woman.

He let Doru lead, trusting to the vampire's greater experience for the moment. When Doru shifted to roll Walter onto his back and straddle his thighs, Walter went without resistance and took advantage of their new position to tug at the belt of Doru's robe to loosen it and slip his hands inside to finally satisfy himself with the feel of bare skin under his palms and fingertips. Doru was cool to the touch, but a distant, detached part of Walter's mind observed how he warmed under Walter's hands the way a human who had been too long in the cold would warm when a friend held his hands to take the chill away.

He might have spent all afternoon in such distractions, but Doru brought his thoughts into sharp focus when he moved away from Walter's mouth to kiss and lightly suck at his jaw and throat.

Walter's heart sped until he saw red spots behind his closed eyes. He found himself gripping Doru's shoulders hard enough to hurt a human and hissing "Don't bite."

Doru raised his head to softly laugh near Walter's ear and murmured, "You're hard enough that I think your mind and body aren't in agreement." He rolled his hips and Walter's hands tightened convulsively on Doru's shoulders. Doru's robe was completely open down the front, and Walter could feel through the thin fabric of the nightshirt he was wearing that he was pressed thick and hard between their bodies, sliding along the cloth and Walter's erection to illustrate that Walter was easily as aroused as he was.

He thought that if Doru simply did that a few more times, he would lose himself too quickly. The problem was just how he might lose himself. He pushed harder to lift Doru up enough to look him in the face and bit off the two words as he repeated, "Don't. Bite."

Doru's eyes flashed with something - perhaps anger or frustration - before he composed himself and nodded. "I want you as you are, Angel. Not as a ghoul."

Walter closed his eyes and shifted enough to feel Doru hard against him again and drew in a shuddering breath before he opened his eyes to look up at the vampire who had him pinned to the bed. "I trust you, but I had to say it before I forgot my own name."

That made Doru smile. He kissed the tip of Walter's nose and said, "Before we both forget ourselves, tell me what you will not allow. Tell me what you like and we will do it together."

What flashed through Walter's mind was a memory of the dream he'd had of Doru. He almost preferred to remember that purely as a dream for fear the reality would be unable to compare. Thinking of the dream reminded him of something he had strangely not noticed when kissing Doru the night before or in bed here. He reached up to touch Doru's upper lip with his index finger. "Where are your fangs?"

Doru's smile spread to show his teeth, revealing canines that were barely longer or sharper than an average human's. While Walter watched, they changed, growing longer as the rest of Doru's teeth grew sharper; then like a mirage faded back to virtual innocuousness.

"Did you want me to do something where long fangs would have gotten in the way?" he asked. "Is that what you like?"

Walter felt his face grow hot and caught himself before he could shake his head. Why lie? "I had a dream... about you," he admitted. "But you couldn't do that in my dream because your fangs got in the way."

Doru's smile spread to a satisfied grin. "You dreamed of me? Tell me your dream and I will put your dream to shame with reality."

The blush spread off of Walter's face, leaving his neck and ears burning with embarrassment. This wasn't something you just spoke of. He stopped himself before he could tell Doru just that and realized that you didn't speak of your sexual dreams of another man, but you also didn't get in bed with a man and crave his hands on you, and you especially didn't do that when the man was a vampire.

"Angel," Doru crooned. "You're so red I would think you had never done this before."

Oh bloody hell.

Walter squeezed his eyes closed and turned his head while he muttered, "I haven't."

He tried to console himself that he was now so mortified that he was no longer about to come if Doru just breathed on him wrong. Right?

What a load of tripe.

"Angel," Doru repeated, now in an almost reverential breath. "Ahh... then let us explore and find what you do and do not like."

He waited for Walter to open his eyes and look at him again before saying, "I am honored."

Walter liked that response, but damn this was requiring far too much thought. He put both hands on Doru's chest and pushed. "Let me up so I can take this nightshirt off while you take off your robe."

Rather than question or argue, Doru simply sat up, still straddling Walter's hips, and slid the robe off his shoulders to carelessly toss it aside. His eyes never left Walter's face while the young man raptly watched him until Walter shook himself to break the hold of his fascination. Freed to action, he lifted his hips to slide the nightshirt up until he could raise up in a half sit-up and pull it off over his head and toss it to join Doru's robe.

Doru's upper body was flawless white in the dim lamplight, muscle standing out on his chest and abdomen without an ounce of fat to cover it as though he had once been accustomed to heavy labor or some other exercise. There was nothing to indicate the condition he had been in when Walter had seem him nude the night before - not a scar on him. In contrast, Walter knew what Doru was seeing looking down at him - a deceptively slender frame with whiplike muscle and a faint tracery of scars over his torso and arms. Doru followed the thickest of the scars over his ribs with a fingertip and Walter answered the unspoken question. "Shrapnel." He reached up to pull Doru down to him with hands on his shoulders.

"I'll tell you scar stories another time."

Finally Doru came down to kiss him again, lips parting to trace Walter's lips with his tongue until Walter drew him in to catch the sharp, coppery taste of blood that was already growing familiar. This time he slid his tongue over the sharp point of one of Doru's canines and wondered how he could have missed this in their long talks and in kissing the vampire earlier. He would still have to be careful, but he could have Doru's mouth on him the way he had dreamed - better than how he dreamed.

He broke from the kiss with a gasped, "God," and wrapped his arms around the other man to anchor himself before he took the license of being naked and in bed with Doru to actually touch him as he pleased. With one hand he combed his fingers into Doru's hair, finding it exactly as silken as he had always imagined; his other hand kneaded down the vampire's back, smoothing over tense muscles until he could cup a buttock in his hand.

Doru watched him indulgently before sliding down to nuzzle the crook of Walter's neck, drawing another gasp from him when his instincts clamored against allowing a vampire at his throat. This time Walter didn't stop Doru or repeat his prohibition against biting. He could feel every movement of Doru's lips on his skin echoed in a near painful anticipatory tension at the base of his spine, but resisting his instinct to fight or run brought an adrenaline rush that made every nerve in his body buzz with the need to do something.

Doru kept moving down, trailing kisses over Walter's clavicle and chest before raising his head when Walter made a sound of protest and tugged lightly at his hair.

"I can't just lie here."

"You can and you will," Doru replied and grinned wickedly. "You aren't the butler or hunter in this bed. Don't make me hold you down to teach you how to let others do for you from time to time."

Walter dropped his head back with a groan and did his best to relax, if relaxing was at all possible while Doru left a series of cool, wet kisses down his chest and then circled one of his nipples with his tongue before lightly biting down with his blunt front teeth. His back arched off the bed before he pushed at Doru's shoulders as though to stop him.

Doru looked up again and said, "I told you...." He caught Walter's hands at the wrists and pressed them back down on the mattress, holding them there. "Now I'll have only my mouth."

If it was a fight, Walter still had his rings and enough freedom of movement in his fingers to end things right there, but it was a test of wills, not a life or death battle. He sighed and said, "I'll be still."

"I know," Doru said, but did not release Walter's hands when he moved to his other nipple to repeat the light bite.

Walter twisted his wrists in Doru's grip and bit back a gasp. Part of his mind shouted that all of this was so wrong, so immoral, but his body silenced those protests in a wash of heat and desire that made right and wrong, moral and immoral seem utterly irrelevant. Especially when Doru slid farther down his torso and let his lower body drag over Walter's groin along the way.

Dear God, this is how even saints can fall. And Walter had never considered himself a saint.

There was a time and place for propriety and restraint, but pinned nude under another man hardly seemed to be it. Walter let both go and groaned when Doru tongued down the lines of muscle on his stomach and circled his navel with his tongue.

"I don't know if I want to tell you to hurry up or take your time," he gasped, lifting his head to watch. Doru looked utterly absorbed in the taste of Walter's skin. He was holding himself carefully over Walter to avoid the intimate contact they had had earlier, and Walter could see Doru hanging full and erect over him. He appeared nothing more or less than human and Walter had a brief thought that this was how all the others Doru had brought to this bed had seen him.

No. They had only ever seen him only as human. Walter had seen him looking almost monstrous in his pain, had seen him drink blood, and was here with him with the full knowledge of who and what he was bedding.

At least he hoped so.

Then Doru moved again, mere inches down the bed, but enough to bring his lips within a bare breath from touching Walter where he lay erect against his lower abdomen. Walter's skin twitched with anticipation and his toes curled with the effort of staying still and not struggling against the hold Doru had on his wrists.

Doru made him wait probably seconds at most, but Walter still felt as though he'd been held on the trembling edge of expectancy for several eternities at least. Then he dropped his head back on the pillow, closed his eyes, and groaned with the overwhelming sensation of soft, wet lips sliding over the head of his cock and Doru's tongue almost delicately tracing the slit to gather up the fluid that had already started to well there.

What he had dreamed had been a pale shadow beside this reality.

Doru took Walter deeper into his mouth and Walter struggled against the hold on his wrists - not because of an actual desire for freedom, but because he couldn't not struggle. He was too focused on the pleasure to really care what he did with his hands. In a way Doru was giving him permission to be selfish, to lie back and simply take pleasure instead of filling his mind with how he should be reciprocating for this man who was now his lover.

Doru pressed his wrists harder against the bed and took his mouth away from Walter to give him a murmured admonishment, "Behave," before abruptly taking Walter's cock deep enough for Walter to feel the movement at the back of Doru's throat when he swallowed.

Walter's entire body stiffened and he lifted his hips off the bed in an involuntary thrust. He might have gasped a profanity at that point, but he would have been hard-pressed to even remember his own name, let alone such a trifling detail.

It was beyond anything he had ever hoped for. Doru's mouth was soft around him, teeth cushioned expertly by his lips, tongue smoothing the underside of his shaft with each motion of his head. The sensations built until, on later reflection, Walter thought he might have agreed to anything, even bloodletting, if Doru had named it as a condition of not stopping.

Doru did not name any conditions, but when Walter was writhing under him, fingers clenched in the sheets, toes curled to the point of cramping, breath coming in harsh gasps between groans, Doru pulled away and in one smooth motion slid back up Walter's body to crush his mouth over Walter's. He released Walter's wrists then and slipped a hand between them to wrap around both their cocks, stroking them almost as a single entity.

He was slick with Doru's saliva and every roll of his hips made their cocks slide against each other as easily as Doru had slid his mouth over him. With the added friction from Doru's hand, it was all Walter could do to dig his fingers into Doru's back and let his lover lead him right over the edge.

Walter came first, opening his eyes in time to see Doru above him, eyes glowing red in a way that added a frisson of fear to the heat that spread from the base of his spine to wash his entire body. It was exactly the right spice for the adrenaline junky in him.

Doru kept stroking after Walter had spilled hot between their bodies, using the additional wetness to squeeze harder, move faster. When he came, the light from his eyes was bright enough to cast a red tinge to Walter's vision, and the sound he made... Walter could not imagine that a human lover could hear that growl and not know that he'd bedded something other.

Doru collapsed on top of him, a heavy, limp weight that Walter found oddly comfortable, and nuzzled the side of his throat. Walter realized that while he was panting as though he'd just sprinted a mile, Doru was not breathing at all.

So this was bedding a vampire.

Doru shifted until he could nip Walter's earlobe and breathed "Thank you," in his ear.

Walter blinked, licked parched lips, and hoarsely whispered back, "You're welcome. Where are my cigarettes?"

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Standing in the bathroom, bathed and dressed in the clothes he had been wearing the day before, doubt pried around the edges of Walter's thoughts. Had he betrayed his loyalties with what he had done? Had he taken Arthur's words and twisted them to his own selfish ends?

It was all well and good to know that he trusted Doru, but Arthur never would, nor could Walter blame him for that. And Arthur would be justified in not trusting Walter for making himself the intimate of a vampire.

He stared into his eyes in the mirror while he adjusted his tie and straightened his ponytail and asked himself if Doru was really worth losing Arthur's trust. His rational mind said no, but recently he was finding it much more difficult to see where the black and white lines were drawn. Was it sentiment? Was it just lust? Had Doru bewitched him?

He shook his head at the Walter in the mirror - the man who did not look outwardly changed by his time spent in a vampire's arms - and resolved to spend some time in church to think on the matter, and perhaps reassure himself that he hadn't become a vampire's unwitting cat's paw.

"Angel?"

Walter startled and looked to the bathroom door where Doru stood, wearing his robe once again. He looked tired and concerned.

Doru smiled apologetically. "I didn't mean to startle you, but the day is waning and I know you must return to Hellsing. I must ask a favor of you before you leave the city."

Walter left his misgivings for later and went to Doru, finding that he was drawn to touch him now that he had crossed the Rubicon when it came to intimacy between them. Although if he was honest with himself, he would have to admit that he had been drawn to touch Doru almost from the first time he had seen the vampire; it was only now that he could both admit it and do it almost at will.

He put a hand on Doru's arm to guide him out of the bathroom toward the sitting room. If he stayed too near the bedroom with Doru, he had a sense that his thoughts would grow clouded with other things.

"What favor do you need?" he asked, rather than simply promising to do anything for... his lover. How strange to use that word more than abstractly.

"I haven't been able to reach Mihaela," Doru explained, letting Walter lead him as he chose. "I tried ringing her again while you were in the bath and still no answer. She doesn't make a habit of sleeping away from home, so I would expect her to answer. You know where she lives; would you just drive past to ensure that nothing looks amiss?"

Walter stopped and turned Doru to look at him. It was still odd to have to tip his head up to look anyone in the eye, but he was starting to get used to it.

"You aren't as healed as you want me to believe, are you?"

Doru pressed his lips into a thin line before giving a sharp shake of his head. "I am still weakened. If it is that vampire's doing, he is unhurt while I am not at my full strength. I would not ask you to check on her, but it is still daylight when you would have the advantage if he is there."

His shoulders rose and fell with his sigh. "And I care for Mihaela. I have known her all my life and I can't bear to think of her in his hands."

Walter thought of the small child vampire in the white-haired vampire's hands and tightened his fingers on Doru's arm. "I will look in on her before I return to Hellsing. Will she answer the door at this time of day?"

Doru shrugged and shook his head. "I don't know. If she knows it's you, I think yes. If you would just ensure that there are no signs of violence at her home, I will rest easier."

"I'll do it," Walter said. "And if something is wrong, I'll call in Hellsing. Otherwise it isn't a Hellsing problem."

He looked up at Doru and tried not to think of what they had been doing together just recently. "Will you tell me the story of you and Mihaela when I see you again?"

Doru tipped his head, his expression clouding. "Is that your price for checking on her?"

"No." Walter shook his head. "It's just curiosity. I'll go look in on her even if you don't want to tell me the story."

That brought a smile to Doru's lips. "Then yes, I'll tell you the story." Then he added, "And I will hold you to your word that I will see you again."
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AN: After 3 1/2 years, I finally got them in bed together when Walter wasn't just dreaming. Hoofuckingrah! This fic just keeps growing the longer I work on it, so I can't really say how many more chapters it'll have. Oh well.

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