Drowning with the Devil
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Category:
Hellsing › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,324
Reviews:
18
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Hellsing, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Drowning with the Devil
Title: Drowning with the Devil
Smutty resemblance to a wannabe plot brought to you by Queen Creepy.
Part 3 of the “Betrayal of the Innocent” series
Summary: Father Alexander Anderson finds out the hard way water doesn’t always wash away sins…
Rating: NC-17…Swearing, M/M sex, Alucard, and other stuff…
Comment: This is pretty much a fuckfest…
Anderson: Not true. Look at the pie charts… -whips out pie charts-
See! 20 percent plot advancement, 75 percent fuckfest, and 5 percent cli…
QC: -slaps.- Shut up. And Dogwitch, the hot man sex in the Wics Cos Confessional happens next chapter, but this takes um…authority, since it’s my only popular series. (Damn you people, love me! I need love! I have no love! Only my right hand and fantasies of hot man sex…
Anderson: EW!
Shut it paladin. Anyway, I’ve got a Vampire Hunter D in the works, for any that care.) And um…./-This is Alucard’s mental speech.-/
Disclaimer: I don’t own them damn it! Why God, why? I do however own a bunch of CDs. One of which may end up a Hellsing album fanfic series…
Dedicate: Um…the usual. Fake, all the people that reviewed, all the people that read but didn’t review (dangit!), and the crazy British moof who made up the Quizno spongmonkies, and um…Disney Channel.
Anderson: Sick. And. WRONG!
QC: So? And Dogwitch…feel free to post on ya, cha?
I turned the taps on as I disrobed slowly, body aching and sore, mind fragile, and soul tired. It had been nearly seven hours since I ran from the moonlit field and found an open hotel. I had checked into a double bedroom without thinking, just wanting to clean myself after another encounter with the devil. I pulled the small metal pin-thing on the main faucet, and the water, now hot, came from the showerhead. I stepped in, pulling the curtain closed, and sighed, rolling my shoulders under the hot water, trying to ease the creaks and pains coming from my bones. My blonde hair was plastered down to my skull, and my slightly blurry eyes, closed, protecting against water as I tilted my face up. I don’t know how long I stood there, but the peace of the moment was soon broken. I didn’t even realize he was in the room before he was pressed behind me, kissing my neck. I made a low yelp, and turned in his arms.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, you stupid mons-“ He cut me off with a firm, passionate kiss to my lips, and walked me backwards, pressing me against the wall. Alucard smirked like a Cheshire cat, and licks my lips as he pulled away. I bit his tongue, and he moaned softly.
“That was so much fun a few hours ago, pet. I didn’t even realize you had the balls to pull something like that off.” I glared at him, and he smirked, kissing me harshly again. It wasn’t long before I was kissing back, thrusting and stabbing his tongue with my own, biting and nipping, closing my teeth mock dangerously over his lips as he was doing with mine. I ground against his similarly naked form, and he smirked, eyes twinkling lustfully as they stared into mine. Somehow, the tap was turned off, and the water ceased, swirling into the drain as he ran pointed nails down my thighs. I gasped as he dug in, tearing my thighs and calves open, blood running down my legs as he knelt, kissing the tip of my desire for him. The white porcelain of the tubs was stained with my blood, and he trailed his nails down his own thighs, repeating the treatment on himself. Our blood mingled and slowly congealed, dripping lazily toward the drain, and he picked me up, carrying me out of the bathroom and dropping me upon one of the beds, immediately climbing on top of me and grinding down against me.
I groaned softly, and thrust up against him, attempting to hold his hips that would bruise normal men. He dragged claw-like nails down my chest, roughly scratching my nipples, making me moan softly, and placed nearly nasty bites up and down my throat, showing off how much power he really had. I growled, and rolled our position, biting into his chin, and then into his soft throat. He froze, and then snarled, jerking my head away, glaring at me, eyes a molten ruby color. His fangs were bared, and I smirked, eyes boring into his…he must have a quirk about being bitten in the neck…how…fun. I smirked, and bit again, deep enough to draw a bruise, and a trickle of blood. He snarled again, jerked my head away, and suck his own fangs in, deep into my jugular, and for a moment, I felt fear. He ripped his face away then, and lapped gently at his inflicted wounds. I moaned softly, thrusting up against him, and he smirked, getting on top of me, and spreading his legs.
He suddenly thrust himself down on me, and groaned low in his throat, and I nearly howled in pain and pleasure. He panted, I panted, and we stared at each other, reading each other, his face a mix of lust and calm, dragging in the occasional unneeded breath, and I must have been the epitome of dishevelment, wet with my own sweat, bleeding slightly, with scratches up and down my thighs, and my lips bruised from kissing him, with slight cuts on the insides from his fangs. I grabbed his hips, and began to fuck him violently, and he moaned, grabbing my shoulders, forcing himself down onto me even more furiously than I was forcing him to. I bit his lips, and flipped us so he was on his back. He wrapped his legs around me, and rolled us again, rolling us onto the floor. We both ‘oof’ed, and I thrust into him even more furiously, grunting harshly as I came deep inside of him. He smirked, and stood us up.
He backed us against the wall, took one of my legs, pulled it up, and thrust into me. I bit back a cry, and he sunk his fangs into my lips harshly. I groaned, and he drug his nails down my back, pulling back enough so he could do so, and then slammed me against the wall, blood smearing up the white as he forced himself in and out of me. I dug my short nails into his throat, in pain from my back, my pride, and various other wounds he was inflicting with his wicked canines, so I held him in an iron grip, as he fucked me brutally, and I was harder than steel as he did so.
He bit deep into my throat, and arched, burning me inside while I tightened my fingers enough to strangle, then pulling out as my grip fell limp, and dropping to his knees, engulfing me without a second thought. I grabbed his hair, jerking his head as he bobbed, trying to get me off a second time as quickly as possible. This wasn’t our usual, dominating sex. This was wild fucking, something we both needed, even though it was so soon after our last session. I dimly realized he wanted something I wasn’t comprehending, but at this point, I –did not- fucking care, I just wanted his mouth sucking at me like a whore’s, that is exactly what I got, and how wonderful it was.
I felt my reason screaming in my ear, but I still didn’t care, just feeling my heartbeat pound in my ears, and smelling his scent of earth and…roses… as he sucked me into screaming again. He swallowed, and smirked up at me, standing and carrying me to the bed, laying down next to me, the two of us forcibly…cuddling? No. It was more like we were trying to break each other, with his grip on my hips, and my grip on his arms. I snarled, and he smirked, leaning forwardly and kissing my unresponsive lips.
“It was fun, priest. Why don’t you go fix your face in the mirror, my –precious- whore.” I punched him, and stood, suddenly eager to get away from his disgusting presence, walking into the bathroom to clean. I stood in front of the mirror, running the tap to wash my face, when I noticed my eyes, and froze in horror. My eyes were blood red, and sparkling, like the drying blood dripping from my neck. They sparkled darkly, and my reflection smirked, as my eyes faded to green.
“What have I become…?
/-Mine…-/
I covered my face, and sat on the rim of the tub, reaching for my coat and pulling it into my lap, digging in one of the hidden pockets, and pulling out an adequate sized silver flask. I sighed, and tossed the coat away, taking a swig of the Irish Whiskey inside, and turning on the faucet, watching the blood lines swirl down the drain, watching the crimson mingle with the water, turning a soft pink. I sighed, and swallowed the rest of the whiskey, closing my eyes as the burn of the liquor hit me, and staggered back to the bed after I turned the faucet off. I looked at one gaudy printed bed, stained with blood amongst the usual stains, and staggered farther to the second bed in the room. I collapsed upon it, my eyes blurrier than usual, and I curled up, hating everything around me.
I didn’t even notice him phase from the wall, but I felt him pet my temple, whispering, “Dream as I will, my beloved bitch…” and then disappearing. As my eyes fell closed, I felt a gentle arm-like sensation surround me, as I slipped into the most horrific dream of my entire cursed existence….
And I heard him laugh the whole way.
End
Anderson: …O.O. Holy fuck…
QC: Pretty much. I didn’t really like this one. It doesn’t fit into the rest of the series…hmm…it’s the sexy interlude to the plot, I guess.
Anderson: That wasn’t even 20 percent plot advancement! It was more like 2!
QC: I know. Fuckfest this time, cause the next will more than likely be plotty.
Anderson: -changes pie charts.- 2 percent plot advancement, 13 percent CLIFFHANGER, 80 percent fuckfest.
QC: Depending on the love or (dis)love I get for this, series may stop here.
Anderson: No way in fucking hell. This is an obvious cliffhanger. The loyal…twenty that love this series will kill you. Feel free to annoy her by email, by the way, to get her writing. Also, she takes requests, out of boredom, if she knows the fandom decently. Feel free to annoy her for that too, she wants to improve her writing.
QC: Shut up! Besides, why would you care of what happens between you and Alucard?
Anderson: You dragged me here for your own sadistic pleasure, I at least want your commitment!
QC: You have a crush on Alucard.
Anderson: …No comment.
QC: This is my slightly in character muse…the OOC is in love (and married) to Alucard, and the IC is shown above. He’s losing it.
Anderson: Back on subject…LISTEN TO THE SEXY, BLONDE, RELIGIOUS FIGURE! KEEP WRITING EVEN IF NOONE REVIEWS! AT LEAST THEY’RE LOOKING!
QC: So? For all I know, they looked at the first word and left.
Anderson: -stuffs her in a bag.- We’re going to go to Fake now…drastic measures…until next time (and she will keep writing children that care, we’re just joking) bye ya’ll!
REVIEW PLEASE! (She’s done now. She just needs to take her pills. And eventually, Hellsing and Iscariot will come into play.) PLEASE POINT OUT WHAT I NEED TO CORRECT…I OVERLOOKED MY MISTAKES FOR NOW…HEAD HURTS TOO MUCH, so, Bye ya’ll!
Smutty resemblance to a wannabe plot brought to you by Queen Creepy.
Part 3 of the “Betrayal of the Innocent” series
Summary: Father Alexander Anderson finds out the hard way water doesn’t always wash away sins…
Rating: NC-17…Swearing, M/M sex, Alucard, and other stuff…
Comment: This is pretty much a fuckfest…
Anderson: Not true. Look at the pie charts… -whips out pie charts-
See! 20 percent plot advancement, 75 percent fuckfest, and 5 percent cli…
QC: -slaps.- Shut up. And Dogwitch, the hot man sex in the Wics Cos Confessional happens next chapter, but this takes um…authority, since it’s my only popular series. (Damn you people, love me! I need love! I have no love! Only my right hand and fantasies of hot man sex…
Anderson: EW!
Shut it paladin. Anyway, I’ve got a Vampire Hunter D in the works, for any that care.) And um…./-This is Alucard’s mental speech.-/
Disclaimer: I don’t own them damn it! Why God, why? I do however own a bunch of CDs. One of which may end up a Hellsing album fanfic series…
Dedicate: Um…the usual. Fake, all the people that reviewed, all the people that read but didn’t review (dangit!), and the crazy British moof who made up the Quizno spongmonkies, and um…Disney Channel.
Anderson: Sick. And. WRONG!
QC: So? And Dogwitch…feel free to post on ya, cha?
I turned the taps on as I disrobed slowly, body aching and sore, mind fragile, and soul tired. It had been nearly seven hours since I ran from the moonlit field and found an open hotel. I had checked into a double bedroom without thinking, just wanting to clean myself after another encounter with the devil. I pulled the small metal pin-thing on the main faucet, and the water, now hot, came from the showerhead. I stepped in, pulling the curtain closed, and sighed, rolling my shoulders under the hot water, trying to ease the creaks and pains coming from my bones. My blonde hair was plastered down to my skull, and my slightly blurry eyes, closed, protecting against water as I tilted my face up. I don’t know how long I stood there, but the peace of the moment was soon broken. I didn’t even realize he was in the room before he was pressed behind me, kissing my neck. I made a low yelp, and turned in his arms.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, you stupid mons-“ He cut me off with a firm, passionate kiss to my lips, and walked me backwards, pressing me against the wall. Alucard smirked like a Cheshire cat, and licks my lips as he pulled away. I bit his tongue, and he moaned softly.
“That was so much fun a few hours ago, pet. I didn’t even realize you had the balls to pull something like that off.” I glared at him, and he smirked, kissing me harshly again. It wasn’t long before I was kissing back, thrusting and stabbing his tongue with my own, biting and nipping, closing my teeth mock dangerously over his lips as he was doing with mine. I ground against his similarly naked form, and he smirked, eyes twinkling lustfully as they stared into mine. Somehow, the tap was turned off, and the water ceased, swirling into the drain as he ran pointed nails down my thighs. I gasped as he dug in, tearing my thighs and calves open, blood running down my legs as he knelt, kissing the tip of my desire for him. The white porcelain of the tubs was stained with my blood, and he trailed his nails down his own thighs, repeating the treatment on himself. Our blood mingled and slowly congealed, dripping lazily toward the drain, and he picked me up, carrying me out of the bathroom and dropping me upon one of the beds, immediately climbing on top of me and grinding down against me.
I groaned softly, and thrust up against him, attempting to hold his hips that would bruise normal men. He dragged claw-like nails down my chest, roughly scratching my nipples, making me moan softly, and placed nearly nasty bites up and down my throat, showing off how much power he really had. I growled, and rolled our position, biting into his chin, and then into his soft throat. He froze, and then snarled, jerking my head away, glaring at me, eyes a molten ruby color. His fangs were bared, and I smirked, eyes boring into his…he must have a quirk about being bitten in the neck…how…fun. I smirked, and bit again, deep enough to draw a bruise, and a trickle of blood. He snarled again, jerked my head away, and suck his own fangs in, deep into my jugular, and for a moment, I felt fear. He ripped his face away then, and lapped gently at his inflicted wounds. I moaned softly, thrusting up against him, and he smirked, getting on top of me, and spreading his legs.
He suddenly thrust himself down on me, and groaned low in his throat, and I nearly howled in pain and pleasure. He panted, I panted, and we stared at each other, reading each other, his face a mix of lust and calm, dragging in the occasional unneeded breath, and I must have been the epitome of dishevelment, wet with my own sweat, bleeding slightly, with scratches up and down my thighs, and my lips bruised from kissing him, with slight cuts on the insides from his fangs. I grabbed his hips, and began to fuck him violently, and he moaned, grabbing my shoulders, forcing himself down onto me even more furiously than I was forcing him to. I bit his lips, and flipped us so he was on his back. He wrapped his legs around me, and rolled us again, rolling us onto the floor. We both ‘oof’ed, and I thrust into him even more furiously, grunting harshly as I came deep inside of him. He smirked, and stood us up.
He backed us against the wall, took one of my legs, pulled it up, and thrust into me. I bit back a cry, and he sunk his fangs into my lips harshly. I groaned, and he drug his nails down my back, pulling back enough so he could do so, and then slammed me against the wall, blood smearing up the white as he forced himself in and out of me. I dug my short nails into his throat, in pain from my back, my pride, and various other wounds he was inflicting with his wicked canines, so I held him in an iron grip, as he fucked me brutally, and I was harder than steel as he did so.
He bit deep into my throat, and arched, burning me inside while I tightened my fingers enough to strangle, then pulling out as my grip fell limp, and dropping to his knees, engulfing me without a second thought. I grabbed his hair, jerking his head as he bobbed, trying to get me off a second time as quickly as possible. This wasn’t our usual, dominating sex. This was wild fucking, something we both needed, even though it was so soon after our last session. I dimly realized he wanted something I wasn’t comprehending, but at this point, I –did not- fucking care, I just wanted his mouth sucking at me like a whore’s, that is exactly what I got, and how wonderful it was.
I felt my reason screaming in my ear, but I still didn’t care, just feeling my heartbeat pound in my ears, and smelling his scent of earth and…roses… as he sucked me into screaming again. He swallowed, and smirked up at me, standing and carrying me to the bed, laying down next to me, the two of us forcibly…cuddling? No. It was more like we were trying to break each other, with his grip on my hips, and my grip on his arms. I snarled, and he smirked, leaning forwardly and kissing my unresponsive lips.
“It was fun, priest. Why don’t you go fix your face in the mirror, my –precious- whore.” I punched him, and stood, suddenly eager to get away from his disgusting presence, walking into the bathroom to clean. I stood in front of the mirror, running the tap to wash my face, when I noticed my eyes, and froze in horror. My eyes were blood red, and sparkling, like the drying blood dripping from my neck. They sparkled darkly, and my reflection smirked, as my eyes faded to green.
“What have I become…?
/-Mine…-/
I covered my face, and sat on the rim of the tub, reaching for my coat and pulling it into my lap, digging in one of the hidden pockets, and pulling out an adequate sized silver flask. I sighed, and tossed the coat away, taking a swig of the Irish Whiskey inside, and turning on the faucet, watching the blood lines swirl down the drain, watching the crimson mingle with the water, turning a soft pink. I sighed, and swallowed the rest of the whiskey, closing my eyes as the burn of the liquor hit me, and staggered back to the bed after I turned the faucet off. I looked at one gaudy printed bed, stained with blood amongst the usual stains, and staggered farther to the second bed in the room. I collapsed upon it, my eyes blurrier than usual, and I curled up, hating everything around me.
I didn’t even notice him phase from the wall, but I felt him pet my temple, whispering, “Dream as I will, my beloved bitch…” and then disappearing. As my eyes fell closed, I felt a gentle arm-like sensation surround me, as I slipped into the most horrific dream of my entire cursed existence….
And I heard him laugh the whole way.
End
Anderson: …O.O. Holy fuck…
QC: Pretty much. I didn’t really like this one. It doesn’t fit into the rest of the series…hmm…it’s the sexy interlude to the plot, I guess.
Anderson: That wasn’t even 20 percent plot advancement! It was more like 2!
QC: I know. Fuckfest this time, cause the next will more than likely be plotty.
Anderson: -changes pie charts.- 2 percent plot advancement, 13 percent CLIFFHANGER, 80 percent fuckfest.
QC: Depending on the love or (dis)love I get for this, series may stop here.
Anderson: No way in fucking hell. This is an obvious cliffhanger. The loyal…twenty that love this series will kill you. Feel free to annoy her by email, by the way, to get her writing. Also, she takes requests, out of boredom, if she knows the fandom decently. Feel free to annoy her for that too, she wants to improve her writing.
QC: Shut up! Besides, why would you care of what happens between you and Alucard?
Anderson: You dragged me here for your own sadistic pleasure, I at least want your commitment!
QC: You have a crush on Alucard.
Anderson: …No comment.
QC: This is my slightly in character muse…the OOC is in love (and married) to Alucard, and the IC is shown above. He’s losing it.
Anderson: Back on subject…LISTEN TO THE SEXY, BLONDE, RELIGIOUS FIGURE! KEEP WRITING EVEN IF NOONE REVIEWS! AT LEAST THEY’RE LOOKING!
QC: So? For all I know, they looked at the first word and left.
Anderson: -stuffs her in a bag.- We’re going to go to Fake now…drastic measures…until next time (and she will keep writing children that care, we’re just joking) bye ya’ll!
REVIEW PLEASE! (She’s done now. She just needs to take her pills. And eventually, Hellsing and Iscariot will come into play.) PLEASE POINT OUT WHAT I NEED TO CORRECT…I OVERLOOKED MY MISTAKES FOR NOW…HEAD HURTS TOO MUCH, so, Bye ya’ll!