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[A/N: Started watching Hellsing OVAs. T_T Somewhat
AU. Also, it seems that Anderson�s eyes are blue, in the manga, not green
like the anime� Note: In wikipedia it says same-sex victims also turn into
ghouls, but I didn�t see this in the anime nor remember it in the manga. Ah
well. :)]

Discipline

I

His Master was taking further and further issue with him
these days. Alucard supposed that he could not blame her � London was
still a rotting warzone, the bodies still being taken down from their stakes,
the remnants of the ghouls not netted in the first cleanup still roaming the
countryside. Hellsing mansion was gone, and they had relocated to one of
the outposts deep in Cornwall, the organization nearly in disgrace and its
failure to protect keenly felt by its master.

Not by he, admittedly. He did not share his Master�s
human concerns, though her bloodline continued to intrigue him.

�Alucard.� Sir Integral Wingates Hellsing�s voice
snapped like a whip. �Are you listening?�

�Always.� He leered, following her pointed stare to his
feet, which had begun to sink through the stone during his reverie. With
a shrug, he solidified, standing upside down on the ceiling of the refurbished
new mansion, his coat and hat defying the laws of mere gravity, staged to
irritate.

Integral narrowed her eyes, and for a moment he saw her
ancestor�s fire, then she took a deep drag of her cigar and turned her eyes
back to her paperwork. �Stop terrorizing the help.�

�As you wish, my Master.� The new butler had been
absolutely useless, recommended or not from the Knights of the Table; Walter
had never been fazed by Alucard�s tendency to ignore distressingly human ways
of entering a room or contacting people he wished to speak to.

�Seras tries her best, but she�s needed on the frontlines.�
Indeed, Integral�s normally immaculate suits seemed a little more creased than
usual. Gleefully, Alucard floated as shadow behind her, heedless of the
graying light of the evening, enjoying her irritation and discomfort.

�I could try to find some suitable sort of help, my
Master. After all,� Alucard shifted into his wolfhound form and laid his
dripping muzzle in her lap, his teeth bared into a smirk on the far side of
sanity, �I live to serve.�

�Tch.� Instead of slapping him off her lap or putting a
bullet through his skull as he�d expected, his Master patted his head,
mockingly. �Poor irony.�

Alucard waited, slightly confused and curious, as gloved
fingers scratched his ears, and wondered if Integral was subconsciously
deriving some sort of comfort from doing so. He knew his Master missed
Walter, missed her faithful butler and confidant, that his betrayal had been
the worst wound of all. His heart was long beyond such matters � all he
felt about the matter of Walter was disappointment, that the man had given
in. Disappointment after disappointment�

�We were talking about your new childe,� Integral
used the archaic term with distaste. �Truly, Alucard, if you had to bite
someone, did you have to choose a creature so infuriating? And I had thought
Seras a fair measure of your self control, but now I see now that she was
likely a fluke.�

Sullenly, Alucard muttered, �How was I to know he was
virgin, my Master?�

�Circumstances should have made it obvious. Besides,
you asked Seras before you bit her, did you not? Can�t you smell these things,
anyway?�

Alucard reflected that in some matters his Lady Integral
could be remarkably inflexible and, at the same time, prone to the strangest
assumptions, but also that any defense stated in this matter would only sound
puerile and result in a circular, undignified argument.

�If I recall, I did offer to take care of matters,
my Lady.�

�Tch. Hellsing�s numbers have been greatly reduced,
and the ghoul problem is still rampant. We need all the� men we have.�
Distaste. �Go train your childe into having some semblance
of control.�

�Your wish, my Lady, is-� A gunshot interrupted him, the
derringer having appeared as though magically in his Master�s hand.
Alucard laughed in startled pleasure as pain hammered through his skull,
welcoming it with vicious glee, and reformed in his human shape before his
Master�s desk, bowing mockingly. He considered bleeding on the carpet,
but Integral�s warning stare forestalled him, and he sank through the floor
instead.

A dog�s life could be so very entertaining.

II

His new pet�s greeting came in a flurry of blessed
bayonets, which Alucard allowed to pierce him, yawning as he pulled them out of
his body and dropped them on the cold flagstones. �So affectionate,
Alex. Missed me?�

Alexander Anderson scowled at him from the small desk in
his underground chamber, seemingly interrupted amidst reading the Bible.
For a moment, the fallen Paladin�s eyes burned red with a predator�s hatred and
lust for battle, then Anderson rubbed his eyes sharply, taking a deep breath,
and Alucard was amused to next look into blue eyes. The new ones were
always like this, clinging to the fragments of their humanity: Seras with her
insistence on actual clothing and her horrified exclamations at having to sleep
in a coffin, her long abstinence from drinking; and now Anderson. The
writ did not obey him any longer, not with his tainted blood, but he still kept
the trappings of Iscariot with him.

Blood to blood. Alucard knew he could, if he wished,
exert his will to break that of those he sired, but that, in his experience,
never quite proved so entertaining. Better that they kept as many
fragments of their will as they could before succumbing.

Seras had bowed too quickly to be of much interest in that
regard: it had been but half a week before she had automatically begun calling
him Master. Pity. And he had thought the police would have had a
little more spine.

Anderson, on the other hand, had evidently bent all of his
indomitable will into battling the compulsion, his tone still insolent and free
of honorifics when addressing his sire. �Fuck yeh, bastard.�

�The policewoman is one thing,� Alucard mused, as he
circled Anderson, watching the Paladin�s shoulders tense. �But why do you
refuse my blood? I would have thought you eager to be free of me, Alex.�

Anderson had flat out refused to wear a Hellsing uniform,
and had settled for something similar to his Iscariot gear: gloves, a black,
high collared trench over a black inner jacket, white gloves, his silver cross
worn upside down, a new hole punched through the bottom. A fallen priest.

�Free t�be ae true monster, like yeh?�

�That�s a strange question, Judas priest, and poorly
phrased.� Alucard mused. � �Like me�? I have no freedom, that much you
know.�

�Ye dinnae wish it.�

�Yes. I do not wish it.� Alucard circled the table,
resting his head on his elbows on the rough, splintering wood, and smirked,
baring his sharpened teeth. �Neither do you. Do you like
being fettered by me, Alex? I�m flattered.�

�Not by yeh,� Anderson snapped contemptuously. �But
her that is yeh �Master�, she has nae fondness for true monsters, aye?�

�You�re willing to follow Integral?� Alucard raised an
eyebrow. That was unexpected.

�Ah ken she�ll keep me human.� Anderson turned back to his
Bible, turned a page. �What�s left o� it. Being here. In Hellsing.�
The Paladin�s distaste was sharp, but under that was a grudging
resignation. �The scourge grows close t�Ireland and it needs t�be
contained.�

Ah-h. �So you�ll stay in service to protect
your precious little Catholics.�

�Iscariot was destroyed. Nae one left t�do so.�
Anderson said flatly, his grief more evident and profound for the fact that
Alucard could not sense it in his tone. The priest didn�t want to give
him that satisfaction, it seemed.

He smirked. When battling Anderson, he had wrested
the nail from his hands, had only laughed as the relic burned him, then
shattered it under his foot. Laughed and cried at the same time, to know
that he would not meet his end under the Paladin, that his long, lonely journey
on Earth was to continue without respite. And when Anderson had charged
again, out of sheer bravado, he had enveloped the priest in shadow, dizzy with
emotion and triumph and despair, and had bitten him.

It was reflex, he swore later to Integral, when they were
surveying what was left of London and had realized that Anderson was neither
technically alive, nor, to his Master�s furious indignation, a ghoul. Her
decidedly unladylike roar of �ALUCARD!� had startled the carrion birds
from their feast and had frightened even the newly awoken Seras into hiding
reflexively behind a lamppost.

And from then on, Anderson had (if under initial protest)
joined Hellsing, but was fast (according to Integral) becoming more trouble
than he was worth, always straying over England�s borders, or confusing
witnesses with his priest-like clothing. Worse, Anderson showed no signs
of weakening to the blood link in the least.

�How was I to know the damned priest was a virgin?� Alucard
grumbled out aloud, and got a bayonet through his neck for the trouble.

�Fuck yeh.� Anderson was blushing, with faint
spots of color on his cheeks as he read his Bible, and Alucard had to leer,
even as he pulled the blade out with some effort. Newly sired vampires
were, he had to admit, quite an amusement. They still tended to breathe,
and automatically mimed life, using the flow of their tainted blood to color
their skin to look human.

�Oh? You are� were� a Catholic priest. Even if you
joined as a child and took the vow, I would have thought, what with the matter
of recent scandals��

Anderson threw the Bible accurately at Alucard�s head with
a furious snarl and stormed out.

When the vampire finished cackling to himself, he realized
somewhat reluctantly that he hadn�t quite obeyed Integral�s orders, and drifted
as a cloud of shadows out of the room, following his childe�s
scent. Anger. Hatred. Denial. Bloodlust. The
newborn could be so elemental, and Alucard grinned, changing into a huge
mastiff that drooled on the ground and opened red, feral eyes up its
spine. He�d almost forgotten how fun it could be to play with childer.

III

Unfortunately, it seemed Anderson learned fast � Alucard
nearly lost his trail when it crossed over more recent scents of his other childe,
and then it went cold completely when it swept repeatedly over his Master�s
trail. Somewhat irritated, Alucard sank into the stonework and opened
eyes in every shadow he could reach, but drew a blank, and his annoyance faded
to wicked pleasure.

What a smart little pet, his Alex was� wherever he
was hiding�

Another hour later, Alucard concluded that Anderson was no
longer on the grounds, and from the vague sense of the blood-link between them,
the Judas Priest was likely some distance away. Pity. He couldn�t
leave the mansion without his Master�s permission, and she was very unlikely to
allow him to do so simply to chase Anderson�s tail. Which meant that he�d
have to seek the help of his other childe, seeing as he was a little too
lenient on Alex in allowing him to move unfettered.

Seras Victoria was seated on her coffin seemingly chatting
to a shadow, and she looked up questioningly when he coalesced in the
room. �Master?�

Gone was a childe�s blind adoration, her eyes red
with a predator�s glint, and her regard was that of a kindred No Life King�s
respect for strength rather than a puppet�s affections. He didn�t quite
understand why she sheathed her left arm in dark leather, an odd contrast from
her uniform, but he supposed all vampires did so have to have their strange
affectations.

�Find Alex and drag him back here,� Alucard commanded, and
watched Seras blink in surprise.

�But Master, you could-� Seras paused, cocking her
head, as though listening to someone, then she grinned. �You�ll have to
ask Integral-sama, wouldn�t you.�

Alucard eyeballed the shadows for a moment, and then
settled for an unpleasant leer as he realized that this was a self-defeating
task, reminding himself that he had wanted the policewoman to grow a
backbone. �He�s grown adept at hiding his trail. Think of it as an
exercise.�

�Yes, my Master,� Seras saluted, and there was something in
her new, barely veiled, playful insolence that reminded him of
Pip. Alucard chuckled, harsh and delighted and inhuman, as Seras faded to
shadow. Perhaps this was for the better.

IV

Unfortunately, Integral was Displeased with the fact that
both Seras and Alex had gone missing in the face of the amount of work they had
cut out for them, attributed matters somewhat unjustly to his fault, and forced
him to take on their tasks with �maximum efficiency�, which meant �no playing�,
which meant he was utterly bored by the third quaint little human breeding hole
of a town he had cleaned up for the night.

So he was in a somewhat poorer mood when he returned to the
new mansion and sank down to the cellars.

�Master.� Seras greeted him with a sharp salute.
�Mission accomplished.�

Growling but no longer struggling, Alex was being held down
by Seras� shadows, the policewoman primly cross-legged on his back, both their
clothes somewhat the worse for wear. Alex was missing his glasses, coat
and much of his vest, and Seras most of her jacket to the point of near
indecency.

�Good work. I trust he wasn�t too difficult.�

�No, he wasn�t too hard to find. Thank you, my
Master, for the �exercise�,� Seras said, the expression of artful innocence in
her eyes far too much of Pip than of the Seras he had known. �It
was a nice night for hunting.�

Alucard scowled. He had thought that too, while
trudging through his tasks, and didn�t need to be reminded that someone out
there had been having fun at his expense. �Out.�

�Yes, sir.� Seras grinned and faded into shadow, which
slipped out of the chamber, and instantly, Alex surged to his feet, only to
find himself again restrained by Alucard�s darkness.

�Had fun?� Alucard studied the Judas Priest. His regeneration
ability combined with his new vampiric blood meant that all his wounds had
healed, but his clothing was in tatters, his tailored pants all but hanging off
his hips, and Alucard purred. Why not, after all. He hadn�t
touched Seras this way, but then it hadn�t been necessary then, when she had
turned puppet so quickly and therefore bored him. Anderson,
however, was struggling and snarling like a provoked dog, his eyes red then
blue then red again.

�Bastard, someday ah�ll kill yeh, just watch, kill
yeh and hack yer fucken head into pieces an� douse it in holy water-�

His childe had such a mouth on him for a
priest, Alucard mused, as he drew his gloved hands up under the torn vest to
cool flanks and kissed Anderson roughly, possessively. There was a startled
mewl from the Judas priest that sparked his interest, then a muffled, impotent
snarl of rage, teeth closing briefly over his tongue then halting before they
broke skin. Anderson didn�t want to risk accidental freedom, it seemed.
How cute.

He kissed Anderson until the priest sagged in the grip of
the shadows, going slack, his chest heaving in agitated, mimed breaths against
Alucard�s stillness, kissed him until the heady scent of the Paladin�s rage
mingled thickly with that of arousal. A vampire�s aphrodisiac.
Whatever Anderson�s inclinations in life, the blood link between Alucard and
him was inflexible, inexorable, particularly in an area where he was least
experienced in defense.

It was only when Anderson began to mewl again that Alucard
released him, taking him in his arms and settling them on the cold stone,
stroking the Paladin�s cheeks, arms, flanks and thighs, soothing,
reassuring. He was somewhat out of practice dealing with recalcitrant childer,
but blood remembered, and he smirked as he lapped down to the pulse point where
he had first bitten Anderson, smirked as the priest�s fingers clawed against
the stone as he arched up gasping against Alucard�s body.

He could hurt Anderson into submission, he knew � or try to
� toying with the priest head on until Anderson admitted defeat, but such
methods tended to break a childe�s spirit and were therefore
boring. And besides, he had not felt want for the better part of a
century and intended to savor it.

Alex blinked when Alucard shredded his pants and underwear
with contemptuous flicks of his wrist, and seemed to focus, shaking his head as
if to clear a fog. �Wha�� yeh fucken pervert, Ah won�t let yeh��
The priest hissed, as Alucard closed a cold hand over hardening flesh, stroking
idly.

�Then resist me, Alex,� Alucard purred, leaning down so the
pointed end of his long tongue encircled the red, fleshy cap, dipping into the
wetting tip. Anderson moaned, a hungry sound of uncomprehending
need, then squeezed his eyes shut, his lips moving in prayer. Alucard had
to grin. �When you keep your eyes closed like that, my pet, everything
does feel so much better��

To demonstrate his point, he sucked lightly at the fleshy
head, allowing a fang to graze the taut flesh, and Anderson stifled a cry of
ecstasy, his head jerking back against the stone with an audible thump.
Alucard looked up to a pair of red eyes glaring at him, malevolent, lustful, pleading.
He exerted his will over the blood link, though carefully, not noticeably, as
he spoke.

�Do you not want more, Alex?�

�Ah �� The priest�s reply seemed drugged, strangled.
�Ah dinnae � this is sin-�

�Monsters aren�t subject to your God, Alex.� Alucard kept
his tone seductive, encouraging, as he kept his licks and strokes maddeningly
light. �Would you not agree?�

�Ah dinnae ken� Maste-� Anderson bit down hard on his lip,
enough to draw blood, suddenly, dispelling the compulsion, and his eyes were
angry again. �Fucken tricks, yer fucken tricks, yeh goddamned
monster, don�t touch me!�

�Oh-h.� Alucard was impressed, even as he had to pin
Anderson�s wrists to the stone using his shadows. �I didn�t do anything
to the policewoman, and her will caved in a week. You are very
interesting after all, Alex.�

�Go t�hell,� Anderson snarled, and spat in his face,
glaring as Alucard merely sneered and bent over him, lapping at the spilled
blood from his lip. If he bit Anderson now the ecstasy the priest would
feel from the bite would render him pliant enough to be a bedmate, but again,
that would not be entertaining at all.

�My Master Integral is displeased with you, priest.�
Alucard rolled Anderson�s title mockingly on his tongue, as he opened a few
eyes into the rooms of the mansion�s servants, searching until he found a small
bottle of lubricant in one of the guardsmen�s dressers. �She does not
appreciate your little unauthorized jaunts, particularly into Ireland.�

�What Ah do isnae her fucken business.�

�But it is,� Alucard drawled, as the bottle appeared in his
hand. �After all, you�ve willingly submitted yourself to Hellsing, in the
hope that we control your monster. Haven�t you.�

�Ah dinnae ken what harm it is, Ah dinnae hurt anyone-�

�Not yet. But my Master would not appreciate the
additional hassle of an international incident with the Vatican were your
presence made known, or worse, captured.�

�Scared o� losing a pet monster?� Anderson sneered,
watching Alucard unscrew the bottle without any apparent realization of what it
meant. Virgins could be so delightful. �Maybe Ah should.�

�They�ll only destroy you and you know it. Then there
might be no one left when the scourge reaches Ireland, hn?�

�Ah wouldna think so little o� the Vatican�s� what the fuck
are yeh doin�, yeh pervert-� Alucard grinned wickedly, continuing to
stroke the priest�s arousal with a hand while probing his entrance slick,
still-gloved fingers, dragging Anderson�s thighs apart with his shadows.

Anderson fought desperately once he felt the cool
touch, trying to cede into shadows himself, darkness rippling up his cheeks,
the stubble of his jaw, over his scar, his wrists even dissolving for a moment,
and again, Alucard was impressed. The priest had managed to improve this
much without taking blood or tutoring.

�How magnificent you will be when you are free,� Alucard
murmured, and leered as Anderson glared at him. �But I am still far
stronger than you, my pet. And you will learn.�

The priest had to concentrate to turn to shadow, and as
such instantly snapped back to flesh the moment Alucard took his cock into his
throat, gasping, writhing in panic and arching against his restraints.
Alucard merely smirked, forcing Anderson�s thighs wider as he pushed the first
gloved digit into the priest�s virgin entrance, felt muscle shudder and flutter
over the new sensation. As an afterthought, he wrapped a tendril of
shadow tight under Anderson�s balls, to forestall his release, then began to
suck the cool flesh in his throat in earnest, greedily drinking in Alex�s whines
and wanton cries. Untouched, inexperienced, perfect.
His.

Perhaps this one, he would not be so quick to set
free.

When the priest�s body loosened enough, he pushed in
another finger, deeper, crooking to find the nub of flesh, and chuckled,
muffled around flesh, as Alex jerked convulsively against the shadows holding
him in place, screaming his pleasure.

Hush, hush, my pet. Alucard �spoke� to him
through their blood-link, amused at the intensity of Alex�s reaction, and just
from a little brush. Do you wish to wake the whole mansion?

�Fuck yeh, yer fucken tricks, yeh bastard, how did�ya� oh
God, oh God, forgive me��

Listen to your cries, Judas Priest. Alucard
instructed, as he scissored fingers within the tight, clenching passage.
He could feel his own arousal demanding attention, between his legs, but
ignored it. Give me your pride, Alex. A languid lap from the
base of the priest�s dripping cock to its tip had Anderson bite down again on
his lip to forestall a cry. You know you�re already mine.

�Never.� It sounded weak, wrapped around a moan, Anderson�s
throat already raw.

�Hmm.� Alucard tired of waiting, coating the rest of the
lube around himself as he willed his clothes away, smirking as Alex�s eyes
widened at the sudden realization of what was going to happen, his struggles
renewing afresh.

�Don�t yeh dare� aah!� Anderson cried out in
pain as Alucard pushed into him, his teeth bared in pleasure at the too-tight
pressure as Anderson�s body struggled to accommodate his length, inch by slow
inch until he buried himself to the hilt, grinning in insane ecstasy. A
pity. Such a pity, that he could not have done this when the priest was
still warm. He bent down as the priest made strangled, shallow
breaths to tongue his neck, felt the cool flesh tremble under his lapping, waiting,
until, finally, there was a little mewl, and the pressure gave just enough for
him to move.

He kept it slow until he found Anderson�s prostate again,
then Alucard gave up some of his control as the priest whimpered, baring
his fangs as he began to fuck Anderson roughly into the stone, pounding against
the nub of flesh as Anderson�s cries trembled into raw screams, his freed hands
clawed tight in Alucard�s pale shoulders. Alucard had forgotten when he
had last had this much fun, enough to push the limits of his control,
his form already hazy at the edges with writhing shadows, that forced
Anderson�s hips higher and pulled his ankles up, allowing Alucard to take the
priest deeper, harder, elemental now and inhuman in his lust.

�Ah need� Ah need t�� God, Ah need�� Anderson was
babbling, his voice shaky and gasped between groans. �Alucard.�

�Say �Master�,� Alucard corrected, flicking his thumb
against the priest�s restrained cock, and smirking as Anderson�s expression
twisted in frustration.

A strangled cry, a hitched moan, then, sullenly,
breathlessly, �Master.�

�Beg me.�

�Fuck yeh,� Anderson said harshly, breathlessly, his red
eyes glazed. The priest was clinging on to his shredded dignity with what
was left of his will, and Alucard supposed, maliciously, that he could be
content with that. For now. He leant down, sinking his fangs into
Anderson�s throat as he released his restraint, felt the priest buck
uncontrollably against him and shriek as orgasm took him, riding out the
tremors as he felt liquid spurt against his belly.

Only when Anderson�s breathing stilled did Alucard move
again, pulling back to hold the priest�s dazed eyes as he took his pleasure
from Anderson�s spent frame, gripping his hips and dragging him up to grind as
deeply as he could into his ravaged body before finding his release.

V

�I congratulate you on disciplining your childe,�
Integral said dryly, the next time Alucard was summoned. �He still
wanders a little, but at least he stays on English soil.�

�It was as you commanded, my Master.� Alucard
smirked. The method of discipline had been fun, anyway, and now dear
little Alex was adorably skittish around him and had to be chased down whenever
Alucard wanted a repeat session.

�But now none of the servants dare to enter the cellars,�
Integral said flatly, �What with that unearthly caterwauling that occurs now
and then, so unless you wish to maintain your living quarters by yourself, I
would advise you to exercise a little restraint.�

�Perhaps Seras�� Alucard paused. No, his other childe
may have grown up a little, but she was still hopeless in many ways, and
Alucard liked his creature comforts. �Very well, my Master. Perhaps
the next time I will gag him. Pity.�

Integral pinched the bridge of her nose. �I do not
wish to hear about the details.�

Alucard�s taunt of �Oh?� had Integral shoot several
holes in his head, and he laughed maniacally as he faded back through the
stone.

�Damned vampires.�

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