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Happy Birthday, My Master	By : ShadowDemon Category: Hellsing > General Views: 4846 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"No, really--" she started again, pushing against his chest. Music began playing in the background again, but it wasn't anything innocent or soft like the first one. It took on almost an evil, lusty melodious kind of tone. Guitars, drums, and more violins played and without her realizing it, Alucard began swaying them, matching the music beat for beat.
He twirled her half way and pulled her back against him, looping both arms around her narrow waist. He hugged her closer and leaned forward, his breath rustling a few tendrils of light blonde hair as he whispered in her ear.
"You look more appeasing and beautiful in the clothes you wear now." The music; Alucard whispering seductively in her ear; the way they moved together in perfect union; it was enough to make any woman swoon. But not her, not Integral . . . well, she couldn't deny the fact that her iron will was gradually slipping away from her.
Alucard eyed her messy bun of pale hair and slowly started working it loose. Integral tensed when she felt her hair tumbled down her back. She snapped her head back and glared up at him.
"Just what do you think you're doing?"
"Nothing that will harm anyone," he replied, gazing at her lips. Integral started struggling against him, fighting to get out of his tight embrace.
"Alright, enough. It's time for you to leave." The music stopped abruptly. She glared into his eyes and he slowly backed away.
"Yes, my master." He bowed at the waist and fluttered a hand into the air. The candles blew out one after another. Only a few stayed alight as he backed toward the wall. The table, wine, chairs, and glasses disappeared.
A devilish smile flitted across his lips, an eye glittering as the other hid behind his hair, and he backed through the wall, the last candles blowing out, signaling his departure.
She just stood there in the dark with the heavy stench of smoke swirling around her. What had just happened? Had she actually danced with a mad vampire? And actually liked it? She was more insane than he was! And that just wasn't be possible!
Shaking her head and figuring it was time for that bath she oh-so needed, Integral stumbled quickly and almost blindly into the large, white-tiled bathroom.

Alucard leaned against the wall only a few inches from the closed door of the bathroom. He could hear water lapping gently from inside as he figured it from his master's movements, which revealed to her bathing. He chuckled as he thought how painfully easy it would be to slip through the door completely undetected and watch her clean her flawless body.
But what would be the point in that? He wanted her to scream her head off and throw things at him, to curse a blue streak that would even leave him gawking. He wanted her to lose that damned control she had, that cool attitude, her iron will. He wanted her staring at him with eyes filled of awe and lust. He wanted her screaming his name. He wanted her at his side for the rest of eternity, to rid him of the loneliness and darkness that followed him even in his sleep.
Alucard sighed and closed his eyes. He wanted a lot of things that seemed damned near impossible to get. The main one was the very woman bathing just beyond the wall barrier he was supporting his lean frame against. He had wanted her as a child and even more so now as a woman. She was ripe and ready for any man. Even a dead one.
He turned his head slightly when he heard water falling heavily. After a moment a curse was uttered softly and his eyes shifted toward the bed, seeing a towel folded neatly on the smoothed coverlet. A devious smile formed on his lips before he slipped away into the shadows when he heard the whisper of the doorknob turning.
The door pushed open and the bathroom light stretched all the way across the bedroom to the opposite wall. From the furthest and darkest corner of the bedroom, crimson eyes watched intensely as Integral stalked over to the bed, droplets of water rolling enticingly down along the slope of her back and over the curve of her rounded bottom.
A wicked smile split the shadows just under the watchful eyes, a flash of teeth and large fangs revealed, and the eyes widened with insanity dancing in their depths. Integral had just wrapped the fluffy cotton towel securely around her body when the bathroom light suddenly flicked off and the door slammed shut.
She gasped in surprise, but quickly regained her composure. Her head whipped toward her bedroom door when she heard the faint clicking of the lock turning in place and the bolt sliding home. The room suddenly became cold and, if possible, darker. Behind her, the red eyes closed and the smile disappeared.
Just as her eyes were adjusting to the darkness as hard as it was without her glasses, the dead candles became alive again in a flash. She didn't even notice the tall, lanky form standing calmly behind her until she heard the deep voice roughly say, "You didn't really think I'd let it be that easy, did you?"
Alucard saw her visibly tense and watched her inch away from him. It made him want to laugh. She didn't turn around, but she did clutch the towel tighter to her body.
"No, I figured you wouldn't, but I wanted to take full advantage of the time I had alone." She inhaled sharply when she felt the cool, silky texture of gloved fingers close firmly yet gently around her bare arms. "Don't touch me," she growled, trying to pull away only to have the hands tighten their grip. "Alucard--"
"Do you have any idea how desirable a woman of such pride, such passion is to someone like myself?" His voice was low and rough, his cool breath sending chills down her spine. His hands slid slowly down her arms and toward her hands where they clutched the towel to her chest in a death-like grip.
His hands closed over her own as he whispered into her ear, "You're very desirable, Miss Hellsing. You are so in control of your body, your emotions, and the things around you that it would drive any sane man to the brink of madness."
"Shouldn't be anything to you. You're already ninety-nine percent insane. Now get your foul hands off me!" When she began to struggle for all she was worth, Alucard only brought her hard against his body, his long arms wrapping securely around her slender, still damp form.
"Alucard, what the hell is the matter with you?! Release me, you bastard!" When his arms didn't loosen she opened her mouth to scream for help, but was cut off when a warning was whispered in her ear.
"If you call for Walter, the police girl, or anyone else, Sir Integral, I can assure you that you'll seriously regret it." Integral went rigid in his steely embrace, her eyes widening.
"Are you threatening me?" she hissed.
"I'm promising," he replied softly. "What I wish to hear is my name . . . I want it screamed." Those very words sent heat curling through her veins and up into her pale cheeks.
He chuckled when she didn't reply and he removed one arm from her, his fingers pushing her hair to one side, exposing her naked shoulder and the smooth column of her neck. He pressed his lips against the throbbing pulse in her throat and slid his abnormally long tongue down her shoulder.
Integral squeezed her eyes shut, her stomach clenching when one hand came up and cupped a breast through the damp towel.
She didn't want him touching her, she didn't want him even near her, but he was there. He was right behind her, nipping, licking and kissing her neck and shoulder as he rubbed a thumb insistently over her nipple, making it harden to a peak and press uncomfortable against the towel. He was whispering dark promises of a long, hot night, playing all kinds of wicked and erotic games that would leave her aching deliciously in the morning.
She was too caught up in her protesting mind and his seductive voice to stop him when he ripped the towel from her. She gasped in horror and outrage, as her body lay exposed and vulnerable to his wandering hands.
Alucard brought his hand to his mouth and used his teeth to strip it of his glove. The glove was discarded at his feet and his now bare hand slid over her shoulder, fingered her collarbone, and then cupped the fullness of her breast, her nipple pressing against his palm.
He brought his mouth down on her throat and groaned at the thought of her hot blood pooling in his mouth, the strong coppery taste sliding over his tongue and down his throat. The thought lingered as his other hand slid over her taunt stomach, lightly drawing invisible circles around her naval, and slipped further down to the light blonde triangle of tight curls.
Integral bit hard on her bottom lip when a finger stroked her intimately. Once. Twice. She pressed against him when two fingers plunged into her tight heat, the silky texture of the glove only heightening the fiery sensation.
Alucard chuckled against her throat, his eyes lazily watching his hand move slowly between her legs, deliberately making her twist and turn against him. He ran his tongue along the edge of her ear and whispered sinister nothings.
"No," she protested softly and she started to struggle wildly. Alucard only tightened his hold, pressing her against him until she could feel the hard bulge press against the small of her back.
"Oh yes," he countered, smirking. He pumped his fingers harder and faster into her, making her move to their rhythm, soft protests falling from her mouth followed by moans. Her breathing was ragged and high-pitched as sweat began beading on her forehead, her moans rising in volume.
"Oh god, oh god," she whispered hoarsely, squeezing her eyes closed. Alucard only smiled.
She clenched tightly around his fingers as she exploded into a million searing pieces. Her legs quivered and her knees threatened to buckle. Alucard slowly pulled his fingers out of her and walked around her until he was standing in front of her.
Integral flushed with shame and out-right hatred as she glared evilly at him. He brought his hand to his mouth and, glaring heatedly into her angry eyes, slid his long tongue out past his lips to lick his wet fingers.
Integral should have found it disgusting, but instead she could only image what that tongue would be doing right at that moment with her standing there, bare and weak from her orgasm.
"You know, Master or Integral, may I call you Integral? Yes, you know Integral, even though I am a vampire and though I am theoretically dead, I am still capable of pleasuring the opposite sex. And I have been centuries without having the opportunity to practice my uncanny skills upon anyone. I guess it's a small price to pay after being bound to an endless life of servitude. Until now, of course."
"You're disgusting," she hissed. She was suddenly flung backwards onto her bed with Alucard pressing down on her. He trapped her hands above her head and a leg tightly between his.
There was a look in his eyes, something dark and wild, like the air that clung to him. The wicked aura seemed to swirl around her and grip her. It spoke to her of his wants, his most wanted desires . . . and she finally realized . . . that he wanted her.
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