Bible Black Fan Fiction / Hellsing Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Akanesuji ❯ Shut up ToTo ( Chapter 19 )

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The bed was still bare of sheets but neither of them cared. Alucard laid her down and started kissing her skin, rubbing her with his hands in large swathes. She loved his hands and he loved her skin. That was a match made in heaven. Peeking into her mind, the soundtrack was INXS...not enough time, for all that I want for you...not enough time, for every kiss...every touch..and all the nights, I want to be inside you...Her mind was amazingly blank and open to the moment.

 

“What? No Sesshomaru? No big dicked horse-man?” he asked, coming up from the crest of her collar bone to stare at her.

 

“No. I want you, just you. Just like this. Who would have ever guessed that under all that ass hole you are actually a really wonderful person?”

 

“Shh...not another word.” Alucard went back to licking her skin and caressing her firm, high breasts. The dog demon sighed and cooed, the remaining injection of hormones coming to the fore as the sensations of pain faded away. He massaged her thighs and her ass, and when she enfolded her arms around his naked shoulders and encouraged him on with her own rubbing hands, he climbed on top of her.

 

“You have magic hands,” she murmured, the song continuing in her head...in our fight against the end, making love, we are immortal..we are the last two left on earth. I was lost for words in your arms..attempting to make since of my aching heart..

 

“If I could just be everyone and everything to you. This life could just be so easy,” he whispered to her along with the singer as he pushed himself in to her slowly. Akane's back arched and she felt a sharp wave over her. Alucard felt it too, coming from her mind. How amazing it could be to be so close, so in tune with someone. Make time stop, the song said. Make time stop.

 

For once in his long life, he began to understand what the words meant to love songs. Micheal Hutchence was a genius. It was a shame he accidentally killed himself here in London. He some how knew what these moments were like. He was a bard that could put them to audible words. Alucard curled an arm under her neck, with the other he held her cheek. He so wanted to kiss her, to put his tongue in her mouth, to make that connection with every orifice and body part. He wanted inside her completely. He could only settle for looking at her pretty pink eyes.

 

Akane ran her hands down his back and gave him a gentle nudge. He slowly pulled out, feeling every fold and crease along the route, a tingle in his toes. Thrusting back into her, Akane could feel the pull of her outer flesh dragged inward and the warm delight thereof. The wave of pleasure came again and transfered to him though his mental awareness of her. A shiver, kin to the extreme cold came over him and seemed to go into Akane.

 

“You...projected..to me?” she asked, even her inner voice breathless. He raised himself a little higher and inspected her face, looking at the twinkling pink eyes that were growing glossy and wet.

 

“Akane..be yourself for me.”

 

“A dog?”

 

“Yes.. A dog.”

 

“I don't understand. This was going so well.”

 

“Trust me.” Alucard raised himself from her and turned into a black shaggy dog with weird red eyes. “We can do this. I swear.”

 

“Oh, Alucard,” she squealed. “I don't know what to say!” He had really listened to her rant about how no one wanted her in her true form. Even Hizumeha could not give her this. Horses and dogs just didn't do too hot together. Size wise, or temperament. Joyfully she became a dog of similar size, all fluffy and handsome. She wasn't a Pomeranian, but a lovely Akita. “Will this do? I'm not too big am I?”

 

“No love, you are just perfect.”

 

Needless to say...Akane got something she disparately wanted- a bite on the neck and a good mounting. She was herself, all seven centuries of her. Alucard got what he wanted. Her mind was so full of unbridled happiness that every wave of pleasure, every thrum of joy echoed into him and back out again until it crested into some heavenly delight reserved only for the angels and saints. It didn't last very long, only about fifteen minutes. But it was the best fifteen minutes of their recent lives. It was something they both would never forget, and it didn't even involve a single moment of BDSM.

 

Walter heard a bunch of barking and yips and silly howling sounds. He didn't want to know. He really didn't, but his imagination couldn't help conjuring up twisted images of doggy sex. He was so grossed out. He would never get an erection over Akane ever again. Yuk, yuk, yuk. Gross.

 

Alucard and Akane laid together in a little cuddled up pile of black fur and white. “I hope she has your fur. It's so pretty.” she told him, sticking her wet nose into his ear and sniffing deeply, trying to get any kind of scent off him. He kinda smelled like soil. Dark musty soil. It wasn't strong, but it was there. She only had to have her nose right up against him to get it.

 

“I want pictures. Lots of pictures,” he said, licking at her face. “And Christmases. Think you can come for Christmases?”

 

“Maybe.”

 

“England is great for Christmas. Chestnuts and wassail.”

 

“What care you of chestnuts and wassail? It's not like you can eat them.”

 

“But I can smell them.” He suddenly got very serious. “And she can eat them for me.”

 

“Now, now. Don't start with that tone and spoil the day. Let's get dressed and go. I bet Integra will be livid. You like it when she's livid now, don't you?”

 

A wide smile cracked like a peal of lightning over his face. All sharp fangs and sharp teeth. His tail even wagged. “Oh yes. She will be furious that I have bed you.” Changing back to his human form, he grabbed her ears and rubbed them, watching her eyes roll back in her head. Waves of happy dog pleasure oozed from her and he had a genuine, warm smile come over him. “Don't tell her about our baby yet. I want to save that one for some time when she is particularly pissing me off and I want to shit in her Marmite.” He heard a hysterical snicker chime through her brain.

 

Akane rolled over to her back and he scratched her tummy. Sure enough, her back leg kicked like every other dog in the world. “You don't play fetch at all, huh?”

 

“Never. But Sesshoumaru does.”

 

Alucard snorted a choking laugh. “That super-serious tough guy does? Oh I bet that is priceless.”

 

“He thinks I don't know, but I caught him a long time ago. I don't think he has done it since Rin died though.”

 

“Rin?”

 

“Our first daughter. She was human, and no matter how hard he tried, he never did find a good way to make her immortal.” She turned back to her more human shape and sat up. “I miss her very much. She was a total delight.” Akane crawled up closer to him and put her arms around his neck. “I'm sorry Alucard. I'm sorry you cannot be father to your own child. I just can't raise her here.”

 

“I know.” He lowered his head so that his hair covered his face. He was experiencing emotions he had not had in a very long time and they were crashing at him. He was beginning to feel suffocated and afraid. This was new territory. It was almost better to be the heartless bastard. A heartless bastard doesn't feel fear.

 

She put her fingers under his chin and lifted his face to hers. “If I ever, ever found a way to get you out of Hell. Would you take it?”

 

He wrest his head away. “I don't know. Better to be a no-life-king than cannon fodder.”

 

Akane bent her head onto his shoulder and listened. She could not hear a heartbeat, just the movement of blood slowly through veins and arteries. “Better to be a worm in the grass of heaven than to be a tormented soul in hell. I've seen them Alucard, and I have had the hellfires burn my hair and skin. It is not a grand place to spend one's afterlife.”

 

“You would look for a way for me?” he said, touching her knee with his fingertips and enjoying the feel of her. What she was saying was unbelievable. No one would do such a thing for him. Ever. Integra wouldn't even consider the notion. She certainly wouldn't try. He was of much more use to her as a tool than as a person.

 

“You are friend and family now. It is my duty.”

 

Alucard rose from the bed and left the room for his gloves. He would not let her see the degrees of emotion running over his face. He returned with his hair over his eyes and his gloves on and quickly started throwing his clothes back on, morphing them into clean, pressed garments. His shoes became shined, his white shirt crisp and fresh. The jacket lost it's wrinkles. The sunglasses cleared of smudges and scratches. Akane watched him without saying a word. When he scanned her mind almost now out of habit, it was back to various images of fields and flowers, kids with kites and frogs and ponies. Sting was singing “Fields of Gold” and there were interruptions, flashes of hoards of hellions, burning hair and a man he assumed was her son Manatsu wielding a giant talking sword. “I'm sorry,” she tried to say out of her mouth. The words came out clearer than he expected, her teeth still set but her lips moving some.

 

“Shut up, Toto. Let's go see the wicked bitch of the West.” Little girls deserved sunshine and frogs and ponies. Things he could never give.

 

He went to her closet and pulled out her new Gaultier dress suit, dressing her up carefully like a Barbie doll. She allowed him to cut off her ear tips and let him have them to chew on. He was gentle when she asked him to get into the brown bottles of glamor spells and cover her with creams, conning him into taking off a single glove to do it with his bare hand. Leaving the room, they made a splendid pair, she in solid black with a red silk shirt, her hair dyed back to black, he matched in red. The only thing that looked really out of place was her face. She looked like a domestic violence victim.

 

She kinda felt like one too when Walter watched them exit the bedroom with a blank face. “Shall we go, Miss Akane?” he asked, offering his elbow to her so that he could escort her to the car.

 

Alucard gave him a frown and wagged a finger. He grabbed Akane from under the elbow and took her out the door himself. Walter would not steal his grand exits. It was near eight in the morning now, and he pulled his hat down hard on his head. Thank God the company car had really deep window tint.