A Fine Mess

A/N: The usual disclaimer applies. Wow, I\'ve finished it! I don\'t often finish stories, they tend to go on and on. So this is a first for me! The sex scene is here, and it\'s not exactly as I would have had it, but the general preference seemed to be for a gentler scene, so you might notice it taking a change partway through. I\'ve tried to write in the change in a believeable way. Anyhow, enjoy!

***PART TWO***

\"Amen.\" Enrico Maxwell opened his eyes and caught Integra watching him. She averted her gaze, but she was sure he knew she\'d watched him the whole time he was praying. There was just something different about him when he wasn\'t conscious of himself. He lost that arrogance she found so repulsive, and became, well, attractive.

\"Do you like what you see?\" sneered Maxwell, making her lose any vestiges of affection that may have traversed her mind.

\"Hardly,\" she retorted. She looked around the room. \"I don\'t suppose you know what time of day it is?\"

\"Night time, obviously, if there are vampires about.\"

\"That one seems to be a true vampire, like Alucard. We\'ve been investigating her, and she has been seen during the day.\"

\"Vampires during the day. Whatever next?\" Maxwell pillowed his hands behind his head, leaning back against the door.

\"I suppose you\'ll soon find out,\" said Integra. \"Unless yosh tsh to use my knife to kill yourself first.\"

Enrico jumped to his feet. \"Suicide is a sin!\" he exclaimed, crossing himself. \"It will land you in Hell as surely as becoming a vampire will.\"

Integra contemplated her knife. \"I would prefer to die by my own hand that to be tainted by the blood of the undead...\"

Before she could say another word, the blade was whisked from her hand and smashed against the cell wall by one enraged Catholic priest. \"There will be no more talk of this! The Lord Our God commands that I give you this last chance to redeem yourself and renounce your life of sin.\"

A ghost of a smile played over Integra\'s lips. \"Since when were you concerned for my soul?\"

Enrico\'s eyes slid away from hers. \"I\'m not! I mean... I am, but no more than I would be for anyone. It\'s my duty to save souls.\"

\"My soul is my own business.\" Integra bent down to pick up her knife. The blade was bent and broken. It was useless now. Unless Alucard could somehind ind them, they had no choice but to become vampires. The idea was inconcieveable, but there was no way out now. Unless...

\"Unless what?\"

Integra cursed inwardly. She hadn\'t realised she was speaking aloud. \"Nothing,\" she muttered.

\"If you\'ve thought of a way out of this, I think I\'d like to hear it,\" said Maxwell, moving closer.

\"It was a stupid idea.\"

\"Nevertheless...\"

She sighed. \"All I can think of is that from what we know of this Brigitte vampire, she has left only fledgling vampires, and no ghouls. The difference between making vampires and making ghouls is that to become a vampire, the victim must be a virgin.\"

\"You don\'t mean to suggest...\" Maxwell looked incredulous.

Integra shrugged. \"It\'s just an idea. Perhaps this vampire doesn\'t want ghouls. Perhaps she has some insane plan to populate the world with vampires.\"

Enrico put a thoughtful hand to his chin. \"The idea has merit... but sex out of wedlock is a serious sin. Though I could expect little else from a heathen such as yourself...\"

\"Do you want to die a human or a vampire?\" growled Integra. \"You are running out of time in which to choose, and I don\'t think St Peter will bargain with a vampiric ex-priest!\"

Enrico bared his teeth. \"Very well then, since you want it so much, I\'m going to make you squeal like the sow you are!\" He grabbed Integra by the hair and pulled her close, clamping his mouth bruisingly over hers and muffling her sounds of protest.

Integra clawed at him until he paused for breath, wrenching her mouth away from his. \"Not like this!\" she protested.

Enrico released her hair to capture her by the wrists, bringing them together so that he could hold them in the long fingers of one of his hands. Roughly he caressed her cheek with his free hand, his eyes mocking her. \"The time for romance has passed, Protestant whore!\" the hand dropped to the front of her blouse, and he seized the placket of it and pulled sharply, sending buttons in every direction.

In vain, Integra struggled against his claw-like grip on her wrists. She had thought he would at least be gentle, perhaps even turn on the charm that he knew very well how to use. She let loose a stream of expletives as he unfastened her belt and unzipped the front of her trousers, letting them slip down her legs.

\"Don\'t make me gag you,\" he warned. His greedy gaze traveled her body, from her now exposed legs to her plain cotton briefs, across her flat muscled belly to the breasts held in by an equally plain bra, then up to her face. Their eyes met, and she saw an animalistic hunger in his that she had never seen before in anyone other than Alucard. And as much as she hated this Catholic hypocrite, she felt a strange stirring low in her belly. Enrico drank in the uncertainty in her gaze, the fear, the anger and the hatred... and the desire. \"Don\'t tell me you don\'t want this,\" he hissed. \"I can see it in your eyes.\"

\"I won\'t let you break me, Enrico Maxwell. I am every bit your equal!\" Finally, she managed to free one of her hands from his and grabbed his hair, using it to pull his face to hers, much as he had done earlier. She even chuckled at the look of surprise on his face as she kissed him forcefully. \"If we\'re going to do this,\" she growled, \"We do it MY way.\" She hooked one of her legs behind his and pushed his shoulders back, unbalancing him and knocking him to the ground. The air went out of his lungs with a satisfying \'oof\'. She sat on his hips, and half unbuttoned, half tore his shirt. As her hips pressed against his, she noticed, with some smugness, that he had an erection, and moved from side to side, tormenting him by rubbing against it. \"Don\'t tell me you don\'t want this,\" she said, mockingly.

\"You filthy harlot!\" Maxwell tried to get up, but she pinned him down with her hands on his shoulders.

\"You love it,\" she hissed, putting her weight onto her hands. Her hair fell down around her face, enclosing both of them in a rain of gold. Enrico bared his teeth at her and she returned the predatory grin. She decided to chance moving one of her hands, and reached down between them both, fumbling for the zip in his pants. Once open, she slipped her hand inside and found herself touching silk, warmed by the hardened length beneath it.

Enrico hissed sharply, arching his back a little. His shoulder moved beneath her other hand, and she sat up, ready to pin him down again if necessary. But to her surprise, he was undoing his own belt! She looked at him questioningly, not trusting him.

\"What if I said you were right?\" he murmured, reaching around her waist with both arms and pulling her back down. She had to put her hands either side of his head to keep her face above his.

\"What are you on about?\" demanded Integra.

\"What if this is just what I wanted? You and I, this delightfully sinful activity...\" He wrapped one hand around the back of her head and pulled her down to kiss her again, but more gently this time.

\"You\'re off your nut,\" she muttered when the kiss ended. The next thing she knew, she was on her back, pinned down just as she had pinned him before. The cross he wore aboout his neck landed on her chest with a /thunk/.

\"Listen, ignorant woman! I am giving you a choice here. We can either go on fighting tooth and nail the whole way through, or we can be nice, and possibly enjoy this. Either way, I don\'t suggest we take too long about it, or that cursed vampire will return and make us her own.\"

Integra sighed, and closed her eyes. That charming side of Enrico was still there, had almost slipped through for a moment. But when she had challenged him, it dissolved into childish ranting. Which was the real Enrico Maxwell? Then again, what did it matter? They would both be dead sometime soon...

\"Well?\"

Integra felt the warmth of his breath above her lips. Without opening her eyes, she murmured \"The time for fighting each other is past...\"

Enrico pressed his lips to hers, and for the first time, she allowed herself to enjoy the feel of his mouth, opening her lips beneath his and letting his tongue slip in without force. The kiss became long and deep, their mingled breath fogging up Integra\'s glasses, which they both noticed when the kiss ended and they opened their eyes. Gently he slipped them off her face, setting them on the ground beside her.

\"I need those to see!\" exclaimed Integra.

Enrico hushed her with a finger to her lips. \"There is nothing to see heIndeIndeed, perhaps you could pretend we were someplace nicer.\" He kissed her again, then got up and moved away from her.

\"Where are you going?\" She asked, reaching for her glasses and sitting up.

\"There is a bed here, it might be more comfortable than the hard stone of the floor.\" She looked over, and in the dimness could barely make out that he was hunched over the pallet bed, doing something to it. He muttered a curse, and flung the blankets to the ground. \"Cockroaches!\" He swept the bed bare to the mattress, then took off his shirt, laying over the top half of the bed. He took off his shoes, then removed his pants as well, spreading them over the bottom half of the mattress. He approached her again. \"If you please,\" he murmured, kneeling at her feet to remove her boots, then the trousers that were still bunched up at her ankles. He also carefully untangled the cravat she wore from the collar of her blouse and slid the buttonless blouse down her arms. He laid her clothes out on the bed, making sure to cover the remaining parts of exposed mattress. He returned to Integra. \"Now,\" he murmured, holding out his hand.

Integra took his hand, allowing him to help her to her feet. He took her into his arms, shivering at the cold and at the feel of her skin against his. He brushed her hair aside and gently ran his lips over her ear, making her shiver as well. Together they walked over to the bed.

\"I\'m sure it is not the luxury either of us are accustomed to, but it will serve its purpose,\" commented Enrico. Whilst still standing, he reached around Integra and unfastened her bra. Once his fingers determined it was a hook-and-eye clasp, he had no problem removing the thing. Integra herself slid the straps from her shoulders and let the thing drop to the floor between them.

\"Ahh...\" Enrico breathed, as the fullness of her bosom was revealed. \"They are truly the apples of the Garden of Eden...\" Integra smiled and took his hand in hers, placing it on her left breast. Instinctively, with his free hand, Enrico crossed himself. \"Forgive me, Father, for what I am about to do.\" He then raised his other hand to Integra\'s right breast, stroking and cupping the smooth orbs, marvelling at the nipples that had solidified the moment the cool air touched them. Overcome with desire, he kissed first one, then the other, then looked up into Integra\'s half-lidded eyes Sh She slipped her arms around him, pressing her chest into his hands and against the smooth hairlessness of his chest, the chill of his silver cross, and kissed him insistantly, murmuring between kisses, \"As much as... mmm... I would... hmm... like to go on... mmm... like this, I... mmmhmm... think we need... uhmm... to proceed...\"

Pulling away from her mouth, Enrico kissed his way from her ear to the junction of her neck and shoulder, eliciting another soft sound of approval. \"It is a shame to have to rush,\" he sighed. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her briefs, and slowly pulled them down, kneeling to slip them off her slender legs. As he straightened, he found himself level with that which had been covered by the briefs. Entranced, he gently stroked the soft curls, inhaling the heady smell of womanhood, until Integra grasped his arm and urged him to his feet. \"The female body is a beautiful thing,\" he murmured. \"I don\'t see why it should be wrong to uncover it.\" Integra kissed him again, and he ran his hands from the top of her back to her upper thighs and up again.

Integra felt she could lose herself in this new experience, in the new and delightful feeling of letting a man touch her body, but she kept her mind firmly on the objective. Once Enrico Maxwell was inside her, she was no longer a virgin, and becoming a vampire was not a danger she would have to face. So she slipped her fingers inside the silk shorts Enrico wore and eased them downward. She knelt, helping him out of them as he had with her, keeping her eyes firmly on the shorts until he had stepped right out of them. Then she gathered up her courage - what, after all, was there to be afraid of? and looked at Enrico\'s manhood. It was bigger than she had expected it to be, after all, she had never seen more than pictures in educational books as a child, and they were usually of flaccid ones, not thick and straight and engorged with blood like this one! She reached a curious hand out to touch it, looking up to Enrico\'s face to see if he would stop her. He didn\'t, though he closed his eyes and tried not to groan as her fingers brushed the smooth tip. \"Does it feel good?\" she asked softly.

\"Indescribably good,\" he replied, looking down at her with a new level of intensity in his eyes. He helped her to her feet, kissing her deeply. \"Are you ready?\"

\"Yes,\" Integra said, with determination. Enrico picked her up in his arms and placed her gently on the bed. Her legs were clamped tightly together, but he encouraged her to open them with soft strokes around her thighs. He knelt on the covered mattress between her knees and held himself over her with a hand beside her shoulder. His silver cross slipped between her breasts. The other hand he slipped between her legs, touching her softly. She was hot and wet, and he let the slickness guide his fingers to her entrance.

Integra moaned softly as his fingers probed her. Suddenly, one found its mark and slid inside her. She gave a soft cry of pleasure, and Enrico let a look of triumph flicker across his face. He worked the finger in and out slowly, enjoying watching Integra arch and squirm to keep it inside her. He added a second finger, and her moans rose a little in pitch. When he felt her begin to adjust to the two fingers, he pulled them out and positioned himself at her sex. \"Please be careful,\" Integra murmured.

Slowly and carefully, Enrico pushed himself forward, feeling the tip of his cock breach her, gasping at the sensation of sinking slowly into her, being engulfed in her wet heat. He breathed out, a sigh of pleasure, as he buried himself to the hilt. \"Am I hurting you?\" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

She shook her head. There had been some discomfort when he had replaced his fingers with his cock, but it had abated as she grew accustomed to the extra width. Now the feeling of being full of him was good - very good. She reached up and pulled his head down to hers, and they kissed deeply, while he drew back his hips, pulling almost completely out of her. When she made a noise of protest, he swiftly pushed forward again, the friction sending shivers to her very core. \"Ah!\" she exclaimed, wrapping her legs around his. \"Do that again...\"

Enrico obliged her, making a rhythm of slow withdrawals and fast thrusts, delighting in the sighs as he pulled back, and the soft cries of pleasure when he slammed back in. himshimself, the feeling was simply amazing. He had always loathed vow-breakers in the Catholic church, but now he could see the appeal... He was brought back to reality as Integra\'s cries became louder, and she began to arch beneath him. Fiercely he kissed her, and she returned it with equal passion, her hips still rising to meet his thrusts. She grabbed one of his hands and pressed it to her breasts and held it tightly. He gathered that she wished him to knead at them, so he took riperipe breast in his hand and squeezed it firmly, rolling the nipple under his fingers. He was rewarded with a moan and a deep, hungry kiss, her tongue this time searching out his as the fire in his loins built up.

Integra wrapped her arms about Enrico\'s waist, holding onto him as he pumped rhythmically against her. The feeling of pleasure within her just kept increasing and she felt ready to explode. Just then, Enrico\'s hand tightened on her breast and his thrusts sped up. He pulled his mouth from hers with a groan and clenched his teeth, slamming his hips against hers one more time. She tightened her legs around his and held him tightly while he shuddered against her, buried deeply inside her. The sudden warm wetness spreading inside her made her body spasm and they both cried out at once, clinging tightly to each other.

Finally, it was over, and Integra fell back onto the mattress, her body twitching with pleasant aftershocks. Enrico fell limply on top of her, panting gently. His hair was plastered to his head with sweat. Neither spoke for a moment, content to simply wait for their senses to return to them and the pleasure to fade. Enrico broke the silence. \"That was...\" he searched for a suitable word.

\"Wonderful...\" murmured Integra.

\"Incredible,\" he added, kissing her softly. \"Thankyou, Integra. Perhaps you are not a sow after all.\"

She smiled against his lips. \"Thank /you/, Enrico\" she murmured. \"And perhaps you are not a warthog.\" They shared another long kiss, which deepened as if to prove that their passion was not yet spent.

Enrico felt himself become hard again inside her and smiled. \"Another round?\" he suggested softly. Integra\'s hungry kiss answered his question.

***

The door creaked open. The lovers paused in their lovemaking, holding each other tightly. Enrico looked at Integ\"So\"So this is it,\" he murmured, stroking her face gently.

Integra smiled at him, then turned to the doorway. \"We\'re ready for you, you vampiric bitch...!\" she began. Her voice dwindled away to nothing, as she recognised the shape outlined in the doorway. The outline of someone tall and thin, ing ing a long duster coat, heavy boots and a very wide-brimmed hat. She could see his insolent grin from where she was. \"Alucard! What are you doing here?\" She made a frantic effort to cover herself, but could not pull the clothes out from between them and the filthy mess.ess.

The vampire laughed his deep, throaty laugh. \"And I am pleased to see you too, Master. Perhaps you don\'t want rescuing at this time, after all...\"

\"I thought you were in France!\"

\"I thought you were in England, but as it turns out, we are both on the far side of Germany.\" He laughed again. \"And at least I am not in bed with that Catholic garbage.\"

Integra and Enrico spung apart guiltily. \"There was a reason for that!\" She cried angrily. \"Now at least have the decency to leave the room so that I may get dressed!\"

Alucard obediently turned his back and stepped back through the doorway, closing the door most of the way behind himself. Integra could still feel his leering grin. She jumped off the mattress as if it had stung her and began pulling the clothing off the mattress.

Enrico watched her, looking slightly hurt. He seemed so forlorn, sitting there naked but for the silver cross about his neck. \"So we are to live after all...\" he said, more to himself than to her. Then he took his cross in his hands, as if studying it. \"I broke my religious vows out of desperation, and I never stopped to consider that we might be rescued. Now I will have to resign from the priesthood, and hence Iscariot, because I was a weak man.\"

Integra slipped her arms through the sleeves of her blouse and sighed. \"We weren\'t to know. But Alucard can be commanded to keep his mouth shut, and I will certainly breathe a word of this to nobody. If you can make your own amends with God, then perhaps you can remain in charge of Iscariot after all.\" She used her cravat to tie the blouse shut, and zipped up her trousers. She sat beside him on the edge of the bed while she put on her boots. Finally, he began to dress himself as well.

\"Are we to revert back to to the way we were?\" Enrico asked. \"I suppose we must still hate each other, or people will wonder about the change.\"

\"I suppose so.\" Integra got to her feet, as presentable as she could make herself, with her buttonless shirt, cravat tied around her torso, and trouser pocket flapping open. She smoothed her hair with her hands.

Enrico sighed and slipped on his Italian leather shoes. Aside from a few missing buttons on his shirt, his clothing was fairly decent, if rumpled.

\"Come on,\" called Integra, heading for the door.

Enrico caught her by the wrist before she had got too far away from him. He pulled her close. \"Just one more kiss, then, my beautiful English sow,\" he murmured lowly, taking her face in his hands and kissing her deeply.

Integra returned the kiss, then broke away. \"I won\'t forget this night, my degenerate warthog.\"

Enrico let go of her wrist, and she slipped through the partially open door. He gave her a few seconds, then followed.

\"And what of the vampiress?\" Integra was asking Alucard, who was leaning against the opposite wall, toying with his guns.

\"Taken care of,\" Alucard replied smugly.

\"Then put those bloody guns away, forget everything you\'ve seen tonight, and let\'s be going.\"

Alucard grinned. \"As you wish, Master. Walter has the plane in the field outside this castle.\"

\"Good. We\'ll drop Enri- I mean Maxwell at the Berlin airport along the way.\" Integra turned and beckoned for Enrico to follow them.

\"I do hope you mean literally...\"

\"Shut up, Alucard.\"

***THE END***