Hellsing Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Beyond Mortal Blood ❯ Red and White ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Hello once again everyone–and welcome back to another issue of Beyond Mortal Blood. Isn’t it exciting? Now, some things may not make sense in this chapter and seem to defy reality, and this will occur in the continuing chapters as well. But don’t worry, lovelies, as your questions will be answered in due time. Notes from myself include another apology for any OoCness from Alucard you may experience. As for Kay.

Notes from Kay: And now... An apology to all my WK fans out there that believe Aya is the end-all-be-all dominant guy. I held this belief too, but you have to take into consideration that Alucard is a very dominant fellow himself, and he's much bigger than Aya. Besides, you have to admit that Aya being dominated by someone more powerful than himself is sexy as hell. And that's all for the notes from Kay in this chapter! Enjoy. ^^

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Aya had thought to resist when Alucard shoved him into the wall, for he had certainly not expected to feel lips against his throat, and then even against his own lips. Where had all of this come from!? A better question, why was he allowing it it? Why hadn't he pushed the Vampire away yet? Though as he considered it, he guessed had something to do with the ache pooling between his legs, but it was beyond such a simple reasoning.
The redhead never allowed anything to happen to him in such circumstances - beyond his profession, unless he was okay with it. The violet gaze bored into Alucard's, as the man's words drifted through the lusty haze of his mind, and his brow twitched faintly up. The Vampire was hungry? So that's what this amounted to? Keeping his eyes concentrated on the Vampire, he tilted his head to the side, revealing the ivory neck Alucard's lips had been against only minutes before. Why was he doing this? Why was he letting this happen?
Was it in hopes that Alucard would leave him alone after he got what he wanted? No. Alucard was too much like himself to just leave something alone. If Alucard had wanted this particular thing all along, he would have taken it before now. The Vampire had had so many openings, the best perhaps being while Aya slumbered, but deliberately the older man had woken him. Why? Perhaps Aya did not know the relationship between blood lust and sexual lust in a Vampire.

As the soft, almost glowing white skin came into his vision, Alucard’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth wide, climbing onto the bed and arching his back upward as he took Aya in his arms (the sheets now cast aside), placing the assassin between his legs. He bit down on Aya’s neck, hard. Immediately, the rusty, savory fluid rushed into his mouth, and gratefully, he sucked it down. One hand pressed against Aya’s back as the other slowly fell down the neatly carved chest, and the tight stomach, until finding the object of its desire–Aya’s long, hard member. Gently, his fingertips grazed the sides, until reaching the top at which his thumb made a circle around the head.
He then allowed his fingers to slide slowly down it, applying the same soft, teasing touch. As he did this, he continued to lap up the exquisite blood that flowed steadily from Aya’s neck. He passed his tongue over the wounds, hoping to inflict a bit of pain on the young man, a pain that Alucard himself enjoyed. He wasn’t a sadist, per-se. He didn’t think of himself as one, certainly.
The Vampire merely considered himself one who opened others who were not enlightened to the feeling of pain, and how it could easily become pleasure. Again, his tongue swept across the holes, and Alucard nearly let a groan escape–the blood had tasted better than almost any one person he had ever fed on.
He did not know how he would be able to pull away.

Aya's lips parted slightly at the initial bite, seeing as he had let down his defenses for such a moment. He would ask himself that at a later point, when he wasn't caught up in a moment of passion. The slightly pained, yet serene features fell away as Alucard toyed with his erection, fingers caressing over it with skill Aya wasn't surprised the Vampire had. No, the true surprise came with how he reacted with the man holding him.
His hands rose to rest on Alucard's chest, the fingers working to remove that god-awfully colored tie Alucard had picked out for the trip. His gestures were tender, yet rough and that it where the reaction lie. Before such a time, he had been the master of the bedroom, and he was rough in all that he did. There was no gentle touches or caresses, not as he had just bestowed upon Alucard. It was just another thing he would have to consider once this was over. Violet eyes slid shut, and he suppressed a moan from spilling forth from his being.
Still a bit stubborn, it seemed. When Aya's fingers had succeeded in removing tie's knot, he started with the buttons of the man's shirt, digits working with a mission. If Alucard was going to get the freedom to look at him without clothes on, he'd be damned if he didn't get the same privilege. Aya's hands were fast with their work, and now they let themselves roam, smoothing over sculpted muscle, memorizing a body Aya had yet to open his eyes to admire.

“Thanks, punk,” Alucard managed to muster, still evidently sober enough to speak. The Vampire tossed his shirt farther away from him, longing to be closer to the delectable creature. Alucard was enjoying this more than he ever thought he would have, and it was evident from the bulge in his pants. He was bothered by them, of course, but the heat was too great that he would have to take his attention away from the ivory-skinned assassin beneath him. Alucard began to be rougher with the young man, holding him tighter, and sucking the wound instead of allowing the liquid to flow into his mouth.
Yes, now he was drawing the blood, sucking, his tongue stabbing at the wounds and circling the outsides, making it clear to Aya that he was the one in control. He could still sense a feeling of stubbornness within the young man, as if he was resisting the pleasure, an emotion clearly the antithesis of his physical reactions. Slowly, Alucard found that with every drop of blood that entered his mouth, he hungered for more. And as he sucked more and more blood, his hand was still teasing the shaft of Aya’s cock, his thumb caressing the base as his other fingers danced around the member.
As he felt his own raging erection, Alucard groaned very gently, a culmination of the sweet taste of the blood and the pure pleasure he was experiencing being able to touch Aya in any way he desired.

It wasn't in Aya's blood to be submissive, but Alucard should have already known that, with all that he'd already guzzled down. The redhead bit down on his lower lip, accepting the pain - yet still in the sense that he was his own person and no matter how hard the Vampire tried, he would never conquer him completely. Aya just couldn't give himself up that completely, though he might come close he would not overstep the line.
Aya would not resist the pleasure, for he'd be denying it for himself and though he often denied himself such whims, this was not one of those times. Though, if Alucard was going to be rough and abusive, Aya refused to offer any gentleness, either, and with careful precision he drew nails over Alucard's chest, catching the raised skin on either side with a less than tender touch and teasing notion.
There was the risk that Alucard would only get more violent, but it didn't matter. Aya was stubborn, plain and simple, but it didn't stop him from drawing closer to the Vampire, eyes sliding open to reveal a side that Aya did not often show. Beyond those cold mirrors raged passion and fire, things unfeeling murderers did not possess.

Shivers raced up Alucard’s spine as Aya dragged his nails down his chest, and with this, he pried himself away from the sweet blood that was leaking from his neck, realizing that if he were to continue sucking down as much as he already had (no matter how hungry he was) he would soon have no supplier left. His hand moved from Aya’s erection (again, reluctantly), and pressed against the wound as to prevent less blood from leaking out.
His scarlet pools flickered to the violet orbs beneath them, and narrowed, and Aya was again shoved roughly against the wall. Alucard now took the time to undo his belt buckle, ripping the belt off and fumbling at his pants–difficult with one hand. Soon, his pants were around his knees and his boxers were as well, his large erection standing proud from his body. He took Aya’s hand and wrapped the surprisingly soft palm around his hard cock, grinning widely in satisfaction at the touch of another relieving him even a little.
Alucard again looked at Aya, and began to kiss him deeply, his long tongue snaking its way into the cavities of Aya’s mouth, rolling over the assassin’s own tongue before beginning to wrap around it and lick it. Inwardly, Alucard grinned at the fact that the rest of the punk tasted as delicious as his blood did–so good that Alucard desired to consume him.

Aya's free hand lost itself in the mess of Alucard's hair as the assassin let his eyes drift shut and returned the kiss, leaning as close as he could with being shoved against a wall. It seemed the act of... fucking? would not be tender betwixt the two - for it certainly wasn't such a thing as love-making. His other hand traveled the length of the Vampire's erection, caress carefully firm, and then feather-light before returning with more such gentle pressure.
Still ever the rebel within Alucard's abusive show of affection, the redhead propelled himself away from the wall, legs wrapping securely around Vampire's waist, his member standing against Alucard chest. He could possibly be considered a sexy leech in such a case, but who was judging? Though, with consideration, Aya broke away from the kiss for a brief moment, before rejoining their lips with a renewed air supply - Alucard certainly had it easy, he didn't need to breathe. If there was any doubt that Aya wasn't willing, it had been dispersed when he engaged in another kiss with the man.
It also removed any questions about Aya's sexuality, and the skill of his fingers against Alucard's cock hinted that he'd done this many times before, and for other people as he focused to give his partner the more pleasure than he'd get from it. The ivory hand left Alucard's proof of passion, tracing just above it but not close enough to touch his cock again. And if he shifted just so, his member would meet with the Vampire's, but he refrained from such an urge for now.
As Aya deftly applied his touches to Alucard’s member, the Vampire felt several shivers crawl across his body, but he did not make a sound, engrossed in the act of kissing the young man. He pulled away for a moment, his tongue sliding over Aya’s lower lip before Alucard kissed him again, this time quickly before his hands were now at the punk’s legs, prying them from his body. He took time to remove the rest of his lower garments before his eyes met with Aya’s, the rubies gleaming with arousal. Alucard could not remember the last time he had desired someone as he did now. Normally, he had fucked because it was somewhat compulsory for him.
All things–especially Vampires, being the sexual creatures they are–desired sex at some point, and once they have it is an urge that slowly grows upon them until the next time. Alucard found most humans unworthy of his attentions, and as such had grown used to the ritual of self-relief. It was not often that he did it, perhaps once or twice a month, as he simply saw no need to do it so often as he once did. If he were to have sex, his stewing passions would be released then, and not tempered to a certain point so he could not fully enjoy himself in bed–as he was doing now.
He sat upon the bed and pulled Aya into his lap, one hand on the assassin’s member, two fingers slowly, gently gliding up and down the sensitive skin as the other hand gradually made its way up Aya’s alabaster flesh, foraging through the red hair. Meanwhile, Alucard’s mouth began to praise the skin along Aya’s neck once more, the side opposite from where he had bitten, sucking and nibbling at it with seemingly dogged determination. His fangs provided a bit more extra pain, bruises surely going to appear wherever he had placed his mouth along Aya’s neck.

Had Aya been a normal person, extra pain would have likely presented itself as a turn-off, but the redhead had no such reaction. In fact, it seemed he grew more aroused the more Alucard bit and suckled - well, that was strange but it was often best just not to question his quirks. The redhead let his head tilt back, resting against Alucard's hand as he breathed deeply. All of the affection was just too much, and he could not hold back a moan as it rose to his lips, rolling off of them easily. It seemed he was on the receiving end of more affection than he had given so far - he'd have to return the favor, and it was a possibility that it would not be unwillingly. No, not unwilling at all.
It seemed in the heat of Alucard's touch, Aya's cold exterior had melted away, not to return until they were finished - for it was too much to hope that the exterior would disappear for good. His member throbbed within Alucard's grasp, and Aya's bare expanse of flesh was growing flushed with pleasure and enjoyment. Why had he denied himself these whims so often - he loved them.
Hell, he loved sex in general, and the only thing keeping him from engaging in it periodically was his fight and flight life that insisted he not get attached to anyone or anything. Hadn't he already broken that rule though? Might as well do it once again with Alucard, though he could scarcely seeing himself wanting Alucard for anything more than sex - surely never love - but who knows. Life might have its own plan for the two.

As the heat between them increased, Alucard found himself craving to meld into Aya in any way possible–to bring himself closer than he was now with the assassin, to, in a cliched sense, become one with him. His tongue found it’s way up Aya’s neck, licking the edge of the punk’s ear, before Alucard blew gently onto it and Aya’s neck. He nuzzled the redhead before turning his attention back to the smooth, white neck–so white it was nearly luminous. And though he hungered for more blood, more essence of this absolutely appetizing young man.
Alucard could not help but want to praise the taste of him again and again, his kisses planted all over Aya’s neck, collar bone, jaw bone. His hand now had a gentle, but firm grasp on Aya’s erection, and with languid, tender movements, was sliding up and down the throbbing cock. Alucard savored the feeling of the pulsing member, his own cock throbbing in desire for attention.
However, he was surprisingly able to pay it no mind as his other hand slid down Aya’s back, two fingers lightly tracing the spine of the assassin as Alucard pulled away, his gaze sliding to Aya’s eyes. The desire for him was driving Alucard insane.
He licked his lips and whispered, his voice low and deep, “Grab lube, I’m fucking you.”

A slender red brow twitched lightly as he regarded Alucard questioningly.
"What the hell makes you think I have a supply of lube?" he growled, eyes narrowing slightly.
He wasn't a slut like Yohji! And when he screwed others, he usually required them to provide the lubrication. No matter. A leaned away from Alucard, one arm winding about the Vampire's neck as he wrenched open the drawer of his night stand. He searched diligently for something to use, and after several moments, he successfully produced a elliptically-shaped bottle of an oily liquid. Well, so he did... He must have forgotten about it. Swallowing his earlier words reluctantly, he pressed the cool bottle to Alucard's chest, eyes locking on his. And shouldn't he be slightly put off by how blunt the Vampire had put his request - well... command.
Instead, however, he was anticipating what had yet to come. After all, the last time he'd been taken had been before he'd become an assassin. The profession seemed to make him become the dominant type, but not with Alucard, it seemed. He'd enjoy it all the same, but god he didn't want Alucard taking his hands away from him for even a second.

Alucard gazed back confidently at Aya, smirking, not once moving the glimmering rubies as the hand that was not occupying Aya’s cock slid to the bottle, grasping the bottle and popping open the top. Alucard’s stare never waved as he drew his hand away from Aya’s erection, taking one of the punk’s own hands and turning it palm up, squeezing some of the liquid into Aya’s hand. He led the oily hand over to his own aching cock, and wrapped the hand around it, guiding it up and down until Alucard was assured that Aya had gotten the clue.
His eyes twitched only a little and he let out a small, gentle moan, but still kept his eyes locked onto the redhead’s. However, it is not to go without saying that he did relish the small waves of pleasure that encompassed his body. Alucard squeezed a little into his own hand and tossed it aside, shifting Aya into the correct position for him to apply the liquid to the young man’s entrance. As he did, his smirk became slightly darker.
He shifted positions once more, and placed Aya’s hands on his shoulders, lifting the boy up and slowly bringing him down on his hard, aching cock, groaning as he felt the tightness of Aya’s body closing around him. He shuddered slightly, and ran his hands up and down the alabaster flesh, bringing the young close to him as he kissed him deeply, his tongue dancing with the other.

The redhead let out a shuddering breath, body clenching at the pain of Alucard entering him. It was only to be expected that he was no longer accustomed to this kind of pain, but as their rhythm found a pace the pain faded away into unnerving pleasure. The violet eyes pressed shut as he kissed Alucard back with unchecked passion. Long, toned legs wrapped around the Vampire loosely, and one hand trailed up Alucard's neck, fingers curling into his hair.
His free hand ventured over the older man's upper body, exploring, memorizing, caressing the naked flesh with a curiously gentle touch. Aya drew back from their lip lock, gulping in a breath of air before he trailed a line of molten kisses from Alucard's ear, down to his collarbone. There he took his time, savoring the taste of skin salted with ecstasy.
Oh, this was much better than he had expected it to be, and he certainly didn't mind being submissive in such a case, because Alucard made it worth his while.

Alucard gripped Aya’s hips with one hand before pushing the young man away from his neck, and the Vampire snickered at him, tilting Aya’s head to the side. As he increased the pace of his thrusts, his found that his desire to be one with the punk was not being fulfilled. No, he required something much more. And that is why when he tilted the young man’s head back, he opened his mouth wide and drove his fangs into the wound that had begun to clot. He knew that re-opening a wound was most likely more painful than the original creation of the wound itself, but he gave it no thought.
As the familiar sweet fluid flooded into his mouth he guzzled it down hungrily, his hands now at Aya’s waist as he moved in rhythm with the assassin. He felt the quintessence of pleasure engulf his body as he swallowed the exquisite liquid and fucked the one who it flowed from. He let out a moan, muffled by the blood he was swallowing. It was not often he had felt something so incredibly wonderful. He closed his eyes tightly, and holding onto Aya even tighter than that.

Aya was not so far gone to wince as the canines drove painfully into his neck again. Alucard just didn't know how to be gentle, did he? He couldn't possibly complain, as he rode on a mixed wave of pain and utter pleasure. His neck hurt, but shit he felt so good right now. His heavy panting fell into ragged breaths as his head rested against Alucard's, body lifting and falling with ever thrust. The cadence of their sex was forcing him to stay conscious, and he'd just ignore how much his bastard of a partner was taking from him.
Passing out could be saved for later, though if he lost much more blood he wouldn't have much control over such a decision. Being stubborn could only get him so much, after all. Slender digits gripped Alucard's hair tightly, and his other hand clenched on the Vampire's shoulder with violent strength he was surprised he could manage in his weakening state. Maybe it would provide Alucard with a clue that he was paving Aya's path to a dark place six feet under.

As he felt Aya clench his shoulder tightly, he pulled back only to feel a stabbing pain due to the tight grip the punk had on the sable tresses atop his head. He grunted angrily and glared at the young man who had caused him pain. His eyes were wild and aflame, the rubies illuminated by the fire licking at their insides. The Vampire’s gaze was so jolting that one would feel a twitch of fear by simply feeling it on their back.
How dare Aya interrupt his enjoyment. Blood dripped from the corners of his reddened lips, and he licked it off sloppily, realising the message the punk was trying to pass onto him. He had forgotten that Aya was mortal, and, in a startling concept, needed blood. With this thought
Alucard kissed Aya fervently, making sure that the punk would be able to taste his own sweet scarlet life.
And the thrust speed had only increased, swells of bliss rippling through him, and now that Alucard was deprived of the thing he had recently decided he loved most–Aya’s blood (he supposed it was a close second to killing, really), they were harder, now, as well. His brain was drunk was pleasure, and he let out a deep moan, kissing the punk more passionately than ever.

As if Aya wanted to be able to taste his own coppery essence. He'd had to the night before with those godforsaken blood capsules, and now Alucard was forcing him to do so again. The Vampire had a sick sense of pleasure, that Aya felt he would have to grow used to if they planned on doing this again. There was doubt there - once his business was done in England, he'd return home and the two might possibly cross paths again unless one sought out the other. Hard-fucking Aya could definitely handle, and he even enjoyed it (since there was small chance he could die from it).
His hands released the strong grips they had assumed on the Vampire, his arms now wrapping around Alucard's neck to hold on to him securely as his tongue met with Alucard's. Their tongues seemed to be capable of making much more sweet love than their bodies could. A throaty moan rose, only to be muffled against Alucard's lips.
It was of little consequence, and his body clenched tightly for his passion was releasing another way, splashing against alabaster and light olive chests. He wrenched away from the kiss, head thrown back in wanton abandon. This perhaps was when Aya looked most peaceful and beautiful - and perhaps the only time Alucard would ever dominate him utterly and completely, and with every defense he had melting away, he was left quivering in his orgasm's wake.

A triumphant smirk was unable to be suppressed as Aya released onto his and the Vampire’s chest. However, at that moment, the smirk was soon wiped away by a look of absolute bliss as Alucard came into Aya, pouring his essence into him. After 574 years, it was difficult to believe that his body even manufactured the stuff, but since his transformation, all of him had been preserved in youth, like an image etched permanently into stone. Shaking himself back to reality, Alucard lifted the young, exhausted man off his cock, perhaps the only time he had been gentle with him throughout the entire ordeal.
As he was fully removed, Alucard couldn’t help but run two fingers down his chest and collect a bit of Aya’s essence. With a mischievous look in his eyes he licked it from his fingers and swallowed it. Many of his lovers had considered the practice disgusting, but Alucard loved tasting every bit of his partners–their seed included. And, as he had concluded previously, every single part of Aya was unquestionably ambrosial. He carelessly cleaned himself of the rest with Aya’s sheets. He was slowly sobering up, but still could not be considerate of another’s space.

Aya collapsed into a heap of sweaty limbs on his bed, attempting to recover from sex, along with a great deal of blood loss. It wasn't long before he pulled himself into a sitting position, and then slid off the end of the bed. His legs dared not hold him, but he willed them to anyway. With the conclusion of their fucking, he felt dirty and he wanted a shower. Now. His gaze shifted to Alucard for a moment, before he hauled his tired self into a room off to the side, connected with his own.
His step was conspicuous, and he was painfully aware of it. Minutes later the sounds of running water emitted from the room Aya had entered into, and one would find him leaning heavily against the shower wall as hot water barraged him, bathing him free of sex and sweat, and even the blood that was drying on his neck, should they investigate his whereabouts. Now that he remembered it, his hand drifted to the marks Alucard had left, and he quickly judged he'd be wearing turtlenecks for at least a week to cover the bites and bruises.

Sighing contentedly, Alucard allowed himself to fall back on the bed of the assassin. The Vampire’s lids fell and he smiled lightly. His hands were the leverage underneath his head as he merely allowed himself to rest for a moment, considering what had just happened. It was been one of the better, if not best, fucks of the past, oh, he didn’t know, 200 years? Yes, most of them had been relatively adequate, but this one was phenomenal. And the fact that it was with a man amused him, slightly.
Normally, his better escapades were spent with women, but the punk had a certain stubbornness that most females did not have in bed, and it was one of the things Alucard admired. He had certainly not broken Aya all the way, and perhaps he never would, but he was always up for a game. However, this was a dangerous mind set to take, as Alucard was also not a fan of loss, and if he were to lose his rationality to pleasure... if it took killing Aya to completely dominate him, then who knows what path Alucard would take.
He decided it would be a good idea to redress, not bothering with things like showers. He didn’t sweat much anyway, this was probably his month’s worth within one day. He’d shower when he got home, he decided. And as he was adding the final touch–the adjustment of his tie, he realised that he most likely should have been keeping his sights on the task at hand–the mission, that was–instead of fucking Aya’s brains out. Oh well. He had time, still.

Aya took a quick shower, mind returning to what he should be concentrating on at all times - the conspiracy Manx had told him about on the phone. He'd allowed himself to slip just once, and so he didn't scold himself to harshly. After all, it was only once. As he stepped out of the shower, he dried himself before wrapping the towel about his waist. With this accomplished, he exited the bathroom, crouching by his discarded pants. He searched for his phone, and as he flipped it open he noticed 12 missed messages. Most from Manx and several from his comrades. Apparently he'd taken too long to 'rest' for Manx's liking. No matter. He set the technology piece down on his dresser and pulled open his closet.
He selected a black turtleneck along with a pair of black slacks before opening his dresser to pull out a pair of boxers. Shedding the towel, he dressed with relative quickness and then picked up his phone. His first mission was to call Manx, who answered the phone impatiently.
"Aya, where the hell have you been?" she demanded.
"You told me to rest," he replied blandly, caught in the middle of a yawn.
Her voice was suspicious, "Then why do you still sound tired?"
Aya's brows knitted together, "You try losing half your blood in a day. It's exhausting."
Manx didn't seem to believe just that reason, but she allowed the subject to be dropped, "Omi and Yohji are already here, so get over to Kritiker quickly. We have things to discuss."
Aya responded with consent that he would be there in Manx's form of "quickness". This generally meant that she expected to see him in fifteen minutes when the drive to Kritiker took forty. He flipped his phone shut, combing his fingers through his hair as he glanced to Alucard. It was the last thing on his list to do here, before he had to return to England.
"Let's go."
The Vampire grinned widely.
“Oh, that was a convincing lie. I’m sure she believed it,” he cackled, teasing. Yes, he was returning to himself again. He stretched, whipping his head back and forth, cracking his neck, and yawned. He patted the guns hidden by his suit. Without thinking, he was striding through Aya’s house and at the door, mouth still unable to hide a cocky grin. He opened the door, his sunglasses now obscuring his eyes, even though it was still raining. He didn’t mind the rain at the moment, surprisingly. He was feeling much too powerful to let things such as falling rain bother him.
Without thinking, he was already in the vehicle, and his head resting against the back of the seat. He didn’t care how long it took Aya to get in and start the car. He realised that he had thrown the keys on the nearest surface when he had entered the house, and hoped Aya would find them, but didn’t honestly care how long it took. His sweet time would be spent in the car, ruminating about what had just happened, replaying each wonderful scene in his mind. One could probably call him a bit lustful at this, but after sex, he always took his time to reflect. He snickered to himself, recalling the punk’s moans.
Alucard would have never predicted that the punk could be so uninhibited in bed. What he had seen as he had sex was much more different than the man who he had first seen balancing atop the thin walls of the bathroom separators. Yes, during sex, people revealed their true selves. And as he thought, Alucard could only have one regret involving what they had done–he felt as if he was simply not violent enough. He subconsciously wished that Aya was not mortal, or was not one he was positive he would feed from again. He would have enjoyed himself much more, in that case.

That lie Aya had told wasn't so far from the truth - he had lost half his blood in a day, just most of it was lost during sex. It was Alucard's fault anyway. The keys were a chore to find in the hall, and Aya located them beneath the table the Vampire had thrown them on, and thankfully the more he walked the less conspicuous he looked. Leaving the house, he locked it and moved towards his car, the rain only adding to the moisture already in his hair. It might be that their next escapade - should Alucard give Aya ample time to recover the blood he'd lost - the redhead might allow the Vampire to feed more. Silently he slipped into the car, shutting his door as he entered the key into the ignition. With a fluid motion he switched gears, turning in his large drive to face the road before his house.
And now the speed came, as Aya let the accelerator have it. The Porsche sped down the empty road, and he drove through the cross-section, taking a back route to Kritiker headquarters. Yes, Aya was back to cool repose, and seemed as if the sex no longer affected him - of course, it did, but he'd never let such an emotion show on his face or in those cold violet mirrors, or in his body in general. For a man that had just taken part of sodomy, he looked more comfortable than he possibly should have.
They had soon reentered the busier part of Tokyo, the streets lined with buildings. Kritiker was among them, though it resembled any other. He pulled into the parking lot, and slid his car in a free space. Manx was leaning against the outside wall, awaiting their arrival. The redhead slipped out of the car, caught in heated aqua orbs.
"You're late," she growled, arms folded over her chest.
"Now get inside. Persia is only so patient." Aya cocked his head to the side, returning the stare.
"He's more patient than you are," he commented, walking past her into the building. The inside first floor resembled any other buildings, and contained those that did the paperwork for the organization. There were however, many other floors, and that is where Kritiker truly lie.

Yet another dosage of Aya’s reckless driving–Alucard hoped it was something he’d grow used to. He noticed how calmly Aya was sitting, and inwardly grinned–to think, his stance appeared normal and his ass had just gone through something rather painful. Though his memory was sharp, Alucard still could not recall the last time he had been dominated and what it had felt like. Had he been through it at all? Had he always been an unyielding dominator? There must have been someone in the past who had possessed such power that Alucard could not help but give in–perhaps when he was much younger and experimenting with his sexuality. He would have to think about it later.
When they had parked, the Vampire saw the woman that he had met when Aya was mostly unconscious–the buxom redhead... Manx, was it? Ah, it didn’t matter. When Aya exited the vehicle, Alucard was on his heels, surveying his surroundings. It seemed a regular building on the exterior, but the Vampire knew better than to assume things were as such on the interior. Yes, this was, after all, a secret organization. Secrets were required to be well-kept. He glanced at Aya, but, surprisingly, kept all comments to himself, if only for a moment. He preferred to see where he was going.

Manx took the lead before the two, guiding them through a labyrinth of desks and walls. After that journey, she paused in front of an elevator, where Omi and Yohji were waiting patiently, along with Birman. The brunette woman looked at Alucard in silence. When she had last seen him, he'd been threatening Aya's life. Yohji looked from Aya to Alucard, and then back to Aya - a glimmer in his emerald eyes.
"Something must have had you pretty preoccupied for you not to answer you phone," he suggested, smirking. Omi took a moment to slap Yohji before he looked over at Aya.

"Are you okay? You look really tired." A crimson brow rose, and he simply replied that he was tired. Honestly, when someone looked exhausted, it probably meant they were. An Yohji was in the danger zone of Aya's irritation, and about to overstep the boundary. The door to the elevator slid open, and Manx shuffled them all inside.
"You can interrogate Aya later, there are more important matters at hand."
Yohji shrugged, leaning comfortably against a wall of the metal contraption, "He won't tell us anyway, even if we ask."
Manx snorted, "Then why even bother? Think before you speak, Yohji."
When she was sure that they had all entered the elevator, she tapped one of the many floor buttons - the twelfth floor where Persia's office resided.

Alucard merely kept his lips sewn shut as the others regarded himself and Aya. Mostly Aya, of course, Alucard was only a guest and inconsequential. However, he did notice the intrigued glances that he received from Birman and Yohji, neither of which he responded to. They could ponder whatever they wanted–it was doubtful they would know the truth.
Though, he was still struggling not to respond to Yohji’s comment. So badly, he wanted to say ‘Oh, but he was quite preoccupied,’ and simply leave it at that. Guessing was always rather fun. It could be perceived as immature, but Alucard found it merely to be playfulness in his own way. Yes, he was certainly enjoying this more than he should have been.
The Vampire not only had a sick sense of pleasure, but a sick sense of humor as well–and poor Aya, as his most recent lover, was now liable to be subjected to it.

Aya efficiently ignored Yohji through the entire elevator ride, and as he stepped out of the
elevator, he was standing before Kritiker's maker.
"Abyssinian, it's good to see you alive and well," Persia murmured, a small smile on his lips. His gaze slid to Manx, "If you would, please retain everyone else in the elevator for the moment. I need to speak with Abyssinian alone."

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And that’s all for this chapter. What shall be included in the next chapter is the answer to all the questions you people most likely have. And wasn’t this a short one? I think so. Anyway, time to respond to our reviewers~

Gingitsune: It is an unlikely couple, isn’t it? Originally, we were pretty concerned if it would even work out, but as we found out, Aya and Alucard certainly have SOME thing for each other. And if you only know how the “sleeping in the nude” thing got started... hehe!

Glass Shell: Thank you for your kind comment! Yes, Alucard is INCREDIBLY difficult to portray, especially in a scenario such as the one where he has to be trapped in some type of fucked up relationship. But, if it’s between a cold assassin and a psychotic Vampire, then the relationship really can’t be anything less than fucked up, can it? We’re happy you enjoy our writing style. <3

Oriya-Chan: Yes, once more, it is an interesting crossover, and we apologise that you believe some parts go too quickly, and you’ve probably experienced it within this chapter, but as time goes on, we believe some of that will be remedied. I’m not a big stickler for detail, so much of the pretty lines you see within this story belong to Kay. Thanks again for your comment on Alucard, I’m happy that he’s somewhat correct, I was reading the manga whilst writing some of this. Seras won’t appear for a little while, though she gets a few scenes in the future so I’m sure you’ll be happy.

Wow, that was long. XD Anyway, please, REVIEW! And anticipate the next chapter to come next week!