In the Shadows of Hellsing

The heavy wooden door to his dorm creaked slightly as Alvise crept back into the room. Darkness engulfed the room, penetrated only by light from the partially open door. Soft light from ancient braziers in the hallway fell onto Kat's sleeping form, prostrate under the ivory covers of her bed. Alvise flipped a switch on the wall, harsh new lights buzzing to life above his head. He winced, quickly flipping them off again. He retreated to the hall and grabbed a lit candle from the walls. The old manor was full of antiquated relics from past ages, the history of the Hellsing Agency. He slipped through the doorway once more, softly closing it behind him.

Alvise stepped quietly towards the bunk where the young mercenary lay, clutching his candle to fend off the shadows. He bent over her slim figure, laid out on her side in slumber. Setting the candle carefully down on her bedside trunk, Alvise brushed his lips softly against her cheek. Before he could stand up, he heard a sharp intake of breath and felt pointed steel against his chest. Slowly, he turned his head to look into Kat's panicked eyes. She cautiously withdrew the knife from his body, slipping it back beneath the covers. Her lips quivered slightly.

"I'm sorry...I thought you were..." she collapsed, sobbing, into his arms. He swallowed hard and relaxed, tightening his grip on her heaving frame.

"Kat, it's ok. It's ok...." he whispered. He didn't know why, but it was ok. As long as they were together, it seemed like everything was fine. Gently, he leaned her back from his body and brought his face to hers. She looked at him with those wide, wet eyes, tears still falling in streams down her cheeks. He felt stronger now, holding her, comforting her. He took her head in his hands, wiped away the tears. Kat gave a small moan and leaped into his arms, throwing her hands around him and pulling him into a deep, sensual kiss.

Alvise held her close, never letting their lips part. Gently, he eased her back onto the bed, kneeling on the frame of the bunk. He slowly peeled back the covers, revealing her dark linen undershirt beneath the sheets. As he reached down towards her slender body, his fingers ran across a cold metal object just under the rough cotton of the bedspread. He pulled out Kat's knife, holding it up to the dim light of the candle. As he looked past the dancing flame reflected on its surface, he saw Kat's eyes wide and fearful. He moved the knife to his other hand, but paused as she flinched defensively. In one swift motion, Alvise plunged the knife securely into the wall with the thud of metal on wood and gave Kat a reassuring kiss. She relaxed under his touch, pulling him close. He was pressed against her body now, held tight be her hands on his jacket. With strength and fluidity belying her form, she pulled the heavy coat off of the mercenary and threw it to the floor.

Their bodies lay separated by nothing but a layer of cloth, every muscle and curve of their bodies felt by the other. Alvise's hands crept slowly up Kat's toned body, shifting up her undershirt as his fingers climbed up her torso. Kat once more felt his fingertips brush her bare chest, but this time there was no interruption. She breathed deeply, moaning slightly as his hands caressed her bare flesh. She looked down as his lips left hers, only to see him place his mouth next to where his hands were massaging her. She rolled her head back and panted slowly, a thrill running through her. She raised her arms and let the black linen shirt roll off her shoulders onto the floor. She felt the rough fabric of Alvise's shirt against her tender skin, and reached out to grab the edge of the garment.

Alvise let her pull the shirt off of him, revealing a pale yet subtly muscled body, tan in the orange hue of the candle. He bent low to Kat's body again, inhaling the scent of her skin, jasmine perfume mingling with the heady aroma of passion. Their bare flesh touched, sending a tingle of passion through Alvise's body. He began to crawl down her body, kissing down her torso as he went. He reached her hips, pausing to pull back the sheets resting there. As he rolled down the coarse cotton covers, he saw her slim legs descending from her loins, joining her body under a black silken thong. He moved back up her figure, kissing her mouth over and over, tenderly. He lifted his head to look into her eyes, questioning, asking permission. She blinked slowly, her breath coming in panting gasps. Alvise saw it then, as she stared back into his gaze.

Yes.

Alvise pressed his lips gently against hers, Kat closing her eyes to receive him in love, not lust. She heard him breath softly in her ear, whispering words she already knew. She pulled him close, wordlessly saying the same.

I love you too.

She felt him arch his back, slide off the heavy legwear of the Wild Geese. She gasped sharply as the last piece of protection she wore slid down her thighs, past her ankles, to dangle off the tip of her slender feet and fall silently onto the bed. A low moan escaped her lips as Alvise slowly let himself into her, firm between her legs. He pushed in, causing her to pant heavily, stifling a shout of ecstasy. He drew himself gently out, Kat gripping the sheets tightly in her hands. He moved inside her again, gasping in pleasure.

Flickering candlelight illuminated their union. The dancing flame moved with as much fire and passion as the lovers, but they moved with more force than any simple candle. The iron frame of the bunk rocked with Alvise's thrusts, shook under the uncontrollable motion of Kat's body. The world left them in a place all their own, where the only sound was their own moans, the creaking of the bed. Their skin grew hot, matching the fervor of carnal pleasure they shared.

It seemed an eternity of elation before Alvise gave a low moan, Kat joining him with her own, withdrawing himself for the final time. He fell beside her on the disheveled bunk, sweat dripping down their naked forms. Alvise gripped her hand in his, stroking her hair with the other. She drew him close and took his lips, drawing out his breath. He saw her smile before pulling up the sheets, curling against his frame, and closing her eyes. As her breathing slowed, blissful sleep taking her, Alvise looked out at the flickering flame by the bed. His eyelids closed heavily, drawn up again only through force of will. The mercenary leaned over his partner's slumbering body, blowing out the candle.

Night came swiftly to the windowless chamber, darkness falling as quickly upon Alvise's eyes. One last thought passed his mind before he, too, was claimed by dreams.

This is exactly where I want to be.

A smile took his lips. He fell asleep.