Stop it

Twighlight was slowly flooding in. The small lamp on the desk was the only warrior of light against the slowly falling darkness in the room.

The letters on his document surly were moving on their own accord.

The heavily overworked Arthur Hellsing took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes and started another attempt to make sense of the last round table meetings protocol.

“Bloody hell, when did Underwood say that…” He murmured to himself in astonishment.

“You will ruin your eyes, master.”

Ah, yes. There he was again. “As if you would care… Did you finish your mission with success?”

“Indeed.”

The very short answer lacking any snide remark made Arthur look up to the pearly grey figure in front of his desk. `Perfect in every sense of the word`, he thought.

`Perfect for you, only for you, only aiming to please my master,` the smooth voice answered inside his head.

“Ah for heavens sake, when will you stop this, Alucard.”

“I don’t know, master. When will you be kind enough to give yourself into it?”

Arthur stretched his arms to the sides to relax the muscles of his shoulders and felt unseen fingers massaging his neck slightly. “Never, I would say. So stop your attempts to seduce me. I will not give into it and I don’t see, why you still do this. What’s in it for you?”

The vampire had stepped over and now seated himself half way on the edge of the desk. “Maybe I am not the selfish being you want to see in me, master. Maybe I am just bored stiff and looking for something to occupy my time…. Maybe your bloody experiments have tightened our bond beyond imagination and it is my innermost desire to please and serve you with all I can. And maybe I hope I might get a tiny bit of your delicious virgin blood as payment….”

Arthur grinned. “I suppose you could go on all night with your “maybes” without giving me the slightest hint of the real reason. But you know, I slowly grow accustomed to this peculiar form of yours and it looses its effect on me.”

“Now that is a blatant lie, my master,” the girl in front of him smiled sweetly, not flashing her teeth, and in one swift move rolled herself above the papers on the desk, lying there on her back, inches away from him, playful, big red eyes staring up to him, still smiling, undoubtedly seductive now.

And it indeed had been a lie. Arthur swallowed hard. “Will you stop this! Immediately!! Get off my desk!!!” When the girl did not move away, but began to open and slowly to lick her lips and part her legs slightly, he started shouting, “Off my desk now. THIS IS AN ORDER!!”

The grey figure in front of him vanished in a swirl of white fog, swirling his documents with him through the room.

He could hear her voice whispering and laughing in his head. ´My foolish master… Do not deny me this little servitude to you. …Do not deny yourself this little pleasure…. No one will get hurt. …No harm will be done…`

Arthur laid his head in his hands. That bloody vampire!

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Alucard swept down the hallway in high spirits. There was indeed something in this game for him, even better than the usual taunting it brought with it at first sight and the satisfaction of his inner core when thoroughly annoying or pleasing his master, whatever.

It had started as teasing and the wish to make his master mad beyond measure just for the sake of the fun of it. But then the little seductive shit by the name of Walter reminded him on their mission in Europe, what a strong force the human desire could be. Very strong indeed. Very feeble and easily tricked, too.

Often foolishly desiring what in the end will break and utterly destroy them…happily giving up eternity for a moment of earthly happiness.

So Alucard was definitely in now for a go on seducing his master. There was a temporary gain of power to be won…something to break the boredom of his slavery…and the best chance to come near enough, when his masters senses were weak… to free himself from his odd urge to serve and end this strange longing to please the man with every strain of his being by drinking the blood he was bound to, the blood he most wanted, until it ran dry…

The pleasurable prospect made Alucards spirits rise - enough for another pleasurable pestering visit tonight…He stepped through a wall, grinned and said, “Hello little angel, thinking of me?”

The job had been nasty and dirty and there had been blood and mud and god knows, all kinds of fluid and dirt. The water of the shower could only wash the outer layer of dirt from this job away from him. It had to stop its cleaning effect where the skin began. But he had no problem with that. He actually loved his job. He loved the thrill of fighting. He indeed loved the killing.

Walter came out from the bathroom, that accompanied his chamber in the Hellsing Mansion. He knew that Arthur really liked him for letting him stay here in this small, but fairly luxurious room when the rest of the soldiers stayed in the barracks. But then he was certainly Hellsings best killer by now. Silent. Elegant. Always deadly.

And he had no real friends here he could hang out with. The other men were older and they respected, but also feared him. The Angel of Death they now called him…

And Walter took great pride in this title, knowing who invented this term in the first place.

Alucard…

Walter rubbed himself dry in his bathrobe. He striped off the wet garment and flung it over a chair. Then he reached for the package of cigarettes, lit one and relaxed himself naked on his bed. He knew he smoked too much nowadays. But hell, he was bored. And lonely…

Eleven month had passed since coming home. After they had lost tracks of their enemies Alucard had brought them home in a stolen plane fast. Much too fast for Walters taste for there never had been another peaceful moment again for them to share. And now it was all work or boredom. True, the work was much fun with Alucard. They joked and laughed a lot while waiting and even while killing. The other men of the killing unit often were shocked by their reckless behaviour, laughing on the killing fields. But instead of going on as lovers they were comrades again, at best. Pity…but definitely better for his health, he thought.

He had seen Alucard from the distance, pacing the ground outside, being ordered in Arthur’s bureau, or during shared missions, vanishing in the shadows or reporting to his master after that. Always significantly male, sporting his red duster. No sight of the frail looking girl that wielded the submachine so deadly. Walter had mused for a long time if Alucard was indeed bound strictly to his orders, or if he could have killed him there, had he wanted it. He could not come up with an answer and he could not ask Arthur about it without arousing further questions. But Walter trusted Alucard blindly now on their missions. And he still longed for the creature.

He had tried to repeat the sensation of sex with various girls from the village nearby. Although he was only 15 now it was easy for him to get them to go on a date with him. He was charming indeed if he wanted to. There was no girl he was particularly interested in. But he was regarded handsome and had a good job as…well, doing something for the Hellsing family. And it was easy to get them laid. Too easy.

Maybe it was his fault, because he did not truly feel something for any of them. But none of these experiences was as good again as his first time. Never even half as good….Not even as good as the thrill he felt when killing.

There was no real tension involved in normal dates or normal sex. No danger. No struggle for power. Once this understanding had come to him, he grew bored of the girls and stopped going down to the village with the other men every free evening. Now he only went there rarely when the needs of his flesh drove him to find someone. The good girls had given up hope to get him as a steady boyfriend and marriage prospect by now, but he was not particularly fussy about his partner for a night. It never lasted longer anyways.

Alucard…

Walter put out his cigarette and started to pleasure himself. He closed his eyes and went on stroking his cock, soon panting and lowly moaning, aiming for a fast climax to be followed by a long nights sleep.

“Hello little angel, thinking of me?”

Walter let go of himself quickly, silently swearing for the fact, that he was lying right on the blanket now and could not cover himself up the slightest.

A familiar figure in red stood in the middle of his room, shadows surrounding him playfully before they slowly vanished into thin air.

“Bloody hell, Alucard! You scared the guts out of me! Are you mad?”

The intruder was laughing already. “No, just a bit bored and lonely. Like yourself, as I see now. You give a fantastic view yanking off, do you know that? Very sexy indeed!”

“Ahh, fuck it.” Walter was pulling the blanket out from under him now, rolling himself in whatever he could get free of the fabric to cover him.

Alucard looked at him smiling irritatingly, “You have made yourself a name as a seducer as I have heard of lately…”

Frustration and shock finally broke their way through Walter. “Stop mocking me, bloody bat. You know…”

But he never came further as the vampire was on him in the blink of an eye. Walter had grown strong and fast, but his opponents weight pressed his body firmly to the mattress, unnaturally strong hands holding his shoulders down. He tried to push him off out of pure instinct, tore at the red duster fanatically with his free hands and kicked at Alucard only to earn a cruel laughter, ringing much louder in his ear than his own very fast and loud heartbeat now. Alucards face, his glowing red eyes and strong fangs were only centimetres from Walters nose, his black hair flowing on both sides of his face as if alive itself.

The vampire grinned. “Keep still or I will only love you more for the useless struggle you put up here. And I would rather advise you not to call me names anymore, my angel.”

`My angel`, he had called him. Not simply angel, but `my angel`…

“Don’t put too much meaning into a simple word.” The vampire laughed, giving a magnificent view of his teeth.

But Walter went still, lying naked under most part of his recently freed blanket, pressed to the one creature that he felt truly drawn to, adrenalin floating his whole system in a rush, making his heart and pulse fly.

He spoke low. “I could act as if struggling if it satisfies you.” The vampire remembered and grinned. Walter continued to tease. “If this is to end as pleasurable as the last time you pinned me to a bed I guess I will happily play along, ”

Alucard released his grip and settled himself aside Hellsings best human killer. “You really do want this, don’t you?” He sounded curious.

“As long as you don’t kill me, Alucard.”

“Ah, I knew you were a spoilsport…!” The vampire smirked, then suddenly grabbed Walters head and pulled him into a kiss, harsh, forceful, teeth clicking together. Walter had never before kissed another man. And though it was Alucard it felt strange first. Then familiar. Then ultimately sensational… He let his tongue play around the huge fangs and leaned into Alucard. The familiar pleasant weariness started to spread inside his head. He could feel his cock, having gone soft after the interruption, come up again. And bringing up his leg just a tiny bit he could also feel the vampires erection.

“Hmmm…having gained some experience, haven’t you, angel?”

Walter raised his hand and started tangling it into the magnificent black strains. “What is it to you? I thought you said you were not interested in human sex.”

“Not for the pleasure of the sex itself, no, as it is far to weak to thrill my senses, but for the display of power.” Alucard grinned widely, purposefully showing his impressive set of teeth again. ”And for the blood. And there will be lots of blood this time, believe me.”

That strange statement made Walters skin crawl. Goosebumps were spreading over his naked body, shivering despite the blanket. His eyes narrowed, “Alucard…”

“Oh no, don’t back out of this, angel. You know you want me to do it. And you know what I am.” The vampire let a finger delicately travel along Walters face, finally teasing his lips.

Walter raised his other hand and caressed Alucards teasing hand. “Then grant me a favour.”

“So what?”

“Turn into your girl form again, …please…”

Alucard grinned widely, then lowered his head and tenderly licked Walters lips.

“No, and do not go on pleading, it doesn’t suit you. Besides it never had any effect on me even in life.” His hand went softly down Walters face with the now unreadable expression, along his throat to his shoulders, from there slowly further down..

“Last time I manipulated you so you would feed me your blood forcefully, as I was forbidden to take it from you… but believe it or not I was also enjoying to pleasure you with our little game...” He smirked, his hand teased Walters exposed nipple delicately, wondering over a still uncovered stripe of flesh along to the belly and a hip.

“This time I am not under such strict orders and can take what I desire and I indeed came for my own pleasure only. Consider it payment for your pleasure last time.” With this he flipped the young man on his belly easily, pulling both arms high above his head with great force, holding them with one of his hands by the wrists. The other hand was first busy tearing the fabric that had tangled itself around the body of his victim, then making large cuts along Walters now exposed back with his nails. They bled heavily.

Alucards pressed one knee in the boys back to hold him firmly pressed to the mattress. Walter screamed, it just hurt so bad! He tried desperately to wiggle himself out, buck the vampire off or to al least get his hands free, but soon recognized that Alucards grip to his wrist grew stronger and more painful with every attempt of his to free himself, until it was so fierce he thought his bones might break. And it was useless, he could not get himself free in the slightest.

`You cannot fight the inhuman strength of a vampire with your humble human body.` Arthurs wise words rang through his mind as Alucard now started licking and snuggling his face in the blood on his back, his tongue carefully avoiding the cuts itself.

“You thought you could restrain me from taking blood from your body? That it was yours to allow or not? Quite ambitious, little angel.” He softly laughed.

‘If I hadn’t striped off my gloves for showering, I would …’ The pain distracted Walter and he groaned loudly as Alucard again cut him deep.

“Maybe, angel. Maybe you could have defended yourself. I will let you believe this, shall I? I’m not here to break your mind or your pride. But you are bare now…no chance to get out of this.” He softly licked the back of Walters neck.

Walter groaned again helplessly as Alucard rubbed his face slowly across his sore back. ‘If only he would lick the cuts, the pain might go away…’

“And I thought you would have learned the rules by now. If I would lick the cuts they would start healing too soon and additionally my salvia directly applied to your open wounds, as you very well know, would intoxicate your senses further, make your nerves slow down and nub. You would loose the feeling of pain and I would loose a lot of pleasure. It really would be a pity as you look simply gorgeous suffering…Unfortunately I can only lick up the blood between the cuts to keep you in this state for a while…Oh look, they have gone dry already.” New cuts, even deeper followed. Again and again and again, until Walter lost track of time…

Alucard pressed Walters face into the mattress so his screams were muffled each time while cutting, but let him turn his head afterwards to let him breath and to hear him groan first and then much later merely whine helplessly and weakly, from shock and pain. Slowly the boy grew more and more exhausted from the increasing pain and decreasing struggle und screaming combined with the blood loss. His eyes started to water and his flesh and mind to go numb. Finally he was so weak and worn out that the vampire could loosen his grip a little, take away his knee and continue to cut him without earning further resistance, just more helpless faint whimpers. Tears of pain were running down the boys cheeks by now constantly, salvia escaping the half closed mouth, his conscience blurred by blood and pain.

“Plead for mercy, angel.”

Walter could hardly think of anything else than the pain anymore. “ No, … you said … pleading…would… not… do…” The vampire laughed cruelly, “Quite right, angel.”

Alucard released his grip on Walters hands totally and started licking the cuts passionately and very carefully. The pain on Walters back soon faded wherever the soft wet tongue touched and he felt better and lighter by the second almost euphorically well, definitely pleasantly intoxicated.

Then somewhere in the back of his absent mind he felt that Alucard had stopped licking and was pulling his hips up and towards him. And then the pain and conscience came back in one giant stabbing rush as Alucards cock forcefully entered his anus with one deep thrust. Walter felt his flesh and muscles tear and screamed out loud and then again even louder, as the vampire now savagely struck his fangs deep into his shoulder, brutally crushing part of the shoulder blades bones with his sharp weapons. Walters vision went blind for a second and the numbness returned, only to make way to pain again and then a pleasure as he had known no other before, when the vampire started drawing blood from him, richly and in the same rhythm as he now pushed in long strong strokes, uttering loud passionate growls in-between.

In all that chaos of pleasure and pain Walter now felt his own cock throb painfully. Though he was quite fixed in the grip of the vampire, who had his arms around him, he knew his hands free and tried to reach for it between his legs. When he got hold of his erection he only needed a few additional touches to come violently. Alucard remained his terrible thrusting and pleasant sucking a little while longer, then withdraw his teeth and came with a last deep thrust and a loud triumphant roar.

Both bodies crumbled on the bed when Alucard relaxed his grip. He was still for a while, seemingly savouring the feeling. Then he pulled himself out and rolled down and away from Walter.

Walter, suddenly freed, felt too week to get up or do anything at all. Every energy seemed to have faded from his limbs. After a long while he said, “Is it always… like that?”

When he turned his head around he faced the wide grinning vampire, a fine line of blood oozing from a corner of his mouth, a long tongue licking the traces of the spilled blood from his chin and lips. “No angel, I already told you: Normally I kill my prey without a fuss. That feeds my hunger and makes me come much easier. Your life is my gift for you, angel. But I am still hungry, because I have not fed enough from you. I will go out hunting now.”

“You will be in trouble if Arthur finds out.”

“About killing without permission or about shagging you, angel?” He laughed.

“Both.”

“Will you go and tell him?”

A break followed. Then, weakly, “No…”

“Did you enjoy it?”

It took a long time to collect his thoughts and swallow his pride. “Yes.”


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