Hellsing Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Beyond Mortal Blood ❯ Nymphomania~! ( Chapter 4 )

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

Yay, time for yet another installation of whatever this fanfic is called! Beyond Mortal Blood, that’s right. Both Kay and I are hoping you enjoyed the last chapter, as there is more to come within this one–yes, nymphos, we know. It’s partly out of our own selfish desires to see them do it again and again like wild animals, partly out of a desire to write a dirty, dirty pr0n fic, and partly because it’d just be illustrating their relationship a bit more. Hopefully by now everyone realises that they hate each other? ^_^

I’d only like to apologise for OoCness with Alucard, as I still hadn’t truly re-watched Hellsing whilst writing this, but still, I tried, right? Kay has no input, however, only that you do the following:

ENJOY! READ AND REVIEW~ <3

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The buxom redhead nodded, finger tapping the button that would close the doors until Persia signaled it was okay for the rest to enter. Persia waved Aya over to his desk, and the redhead sat down before it, regarding the older man silently. Persia sat down in his own chair, arms resting on the desk.
"Aya, it truly appears that you stumbled upon a conspiracy when you went after your target in England." The assassin nodded, eyes concentrated on the other's. "I've also heard that you can't stand your captor. Keeping this in mind, I'm going to give you the option of staying here in Japan. I will allow you to protect the home-front here, should Reiji and Schwarz try to stir up trouble, and stay along your sister's side - or you can go with Omi and Yohji to England to eradicate the problem."
The redhead had not been expecting such an option to be presented, and he truly had to consider it. "Sir, what would you have me do?" he asked after a moment, mouth set in a grim line.
Persia smiled, shaking his head. "Aya, we will always have a need for you here, and your sister is always going to need you while she's in a coma. This is your decision, Aya. Make it wisely." The violet eyes vanished as he closed his eyes to think.
"Sir. I am the leader of Weiss. I can not abandon my team under any circumstances. However, I have a request of you."
Persia chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "I hope it is not as large of a request as your last."
The amethyst pools appeared again, "I would like Aya-Chan relocated here. Kritiker has an excellent infirmary, and technology enough to stabilize her. The last time I gave blood, I gave more than enough. They should have a good amount to circulate through her. She will be fine without me."
Persia nodded, "Very well. Manx, you are permitted," he called into a speaker on his desk, transmitting it to an ear piece the woman wore. Again Manx let the elevator open, and she shuffled them all out.

Still remaining silent as the elevator door opened, Alucard had an odd solemn look on his face. He noticed Aya sitting before the desk of the man who, he guessed, was the head of the organization. He took a chair next to the redhead, glancing at him quickly, unable to keep from grinning. However, the flash of teeth was quick before he turned his gaze to the man before him, who sat at the desk. Alucard pushed his sunglasses up the bridge of his sharp nose, folding his hands in his lap, his left ankle resting on the thigh of his right leg, and he leaned back.
Without thinking, he began, “As you may or may not know, I am called Alucard, and am the one who was brought here by this young man,” he gestured toward Aya. “I work for an organization by the name of Hellsing–a secret one, such as yours–though we dispose of FREAKs, or synthetic vampires created by the use of a chip. And, be that as it may, the target I seemingly ‘intercepted’ from you was a FREAK... and it is my business to discuss why this punk was assigned the same target I was.”
Alucard was frank, and blunt, as he knew he had already wasted enough time with his earlier escapades. He wanted to return home.

"Yes, I've heard about you," Persia nodded, eyes turning to Alucard as the others sat down as well. "Aya was not only sent to take out the target it seems you were both assigned to, he was to be investigating why our Kritiker branch in England was so worried about the corrupted political figures there. A similar problem happened in Germany, but Omi found nothing suspicious - Aya, however, uncovered a great deal with his journey."
His face grew grave, and he closed his eyes, finger tapping a command on his keyboard. A screen behind him displayed a flattened image of the world, red pinpoints indicating each corrupted political figure Kritiker had researched and managed to find. "If you'll look at the area of England, you will notice that the corrupted political figure count is large. And all of these figures were involved with the one Aya was assigned to." Another command brought up a profile of the target Alucard had killed, beneath his name the word deceased.
"If that man was, as you called him, a FREAK, then each and every other indication on that map is as well. You could call it an epidemic, or more a conspiracy." Manx nodded, arms folded over her chest. "Usually Kritiker would leave this alone with the knowledge than an organization such as Alucard's could take care of it, but we have reason to believe that Takatori Reiji is already aware of it, and head for England. He is a power hungry animal, and if he involves himself with the conspiracy, it will be fatal for the world. He controls another group called Schwarz, as skilled as our own Weiss, and they will no doubt be interested in the FREAK chip."

Alucard nodded quickly in response. “So, a conspiracy, eh?” he chuckled. “This should be fun.” Behind the dark iridescent shields, his crimson eyes narrowed, and a familiar smirk formed on his face. It was the smile he put on when he was sent to kill, and that same excitement leapt in his stomach. There were so many, many things to kill! He stared at the screen, his eyes dancing about every red pinpoint that occupied the screen. Again, the excitement leapt, this time higher. He thought of the bloodbath that would ensue, the fools he would make scream in pain. Yes, the gore! The gore! He shifted uncomfortably, and licked his lips–he was perhaps anticipating it a little too much. He needed to keep his mind on track.
“In any case, this does mean I’ll be taking the punk home with me, and we’ll be working together to slaughter the FREAKs? If so, don’t you believe we should be heading out about... I don’t know, now? Why don’t you send us out,” he replied, a bit of a bite in his voice.
He hadn’t realised what the past few days had done to reduce his mind to only a few tracks: Kill, fuck, and kill.

Several eyes turned to look at Alucard, before they turned to Aya.
"Ah, Aya won't be returning with you," Manx began, before Aya shook his head, standing up.
"I made my decision. I will be returning to England." The eyes on him widened, in shock and surprise.
Omi cocked his head to the side, "I was sure you'd want to stay with Aya-Chan..." he murmured, blinking.
The redhead folded his arms over his chest. "Persia offered me the choice, but as Weiss' leader it is my responsibility to protect you and Yohji. And for that reason, I'm going to request that Persia have you both remain here and guard my Kritiker, and my sister."
Yohji and Omi were incredulous. "What? You can't just expect to go off and throw yourself into that kind of danger without us!"
Yohji looked to Persia, eyes narrowed. "Tell Aya you won't grant that request!" he demanded. Persia sighed, standing up as he placed his hands on his desk.
"Yohji, Omi - you are Aya's responsibility. I believe that his decision will be in the best of both of your interests. I know it seems out of the ordinary that we should let Weiss be split up like this, but if Aya thinks it best, I must agree with him." He turned his gaze over to Aya, "Is this your final decision?"
Aya nodded, "Yes, Sir."
Persia bowed his head, "Then it is decided. Aya will accompany Alucard back to England, and the two of you will remain in Japan, protecting it. Don't misread me, however. I will not be replacing Aya with a new leader. He will be required to keep in touch with us through our branch in London, and from there he will be giving you orders."
Omi shook his head, "This is crazy! Aya, how could you think this is best?" he sighed, standing up to hug the redhead.
Yohji patted Aya on the shoulder. "I guess this is good-bye, for now. Don't die on us, okay?" Aya nodded, before walking back towards the elevator, bidding Alucard to follow him.

Omi and Yohji were not the only ones shocked by the decision of Aya’s. Well, Alucard was not exactly shocked, but certainly intrigued. Standing, Alucard was a few steps behind Aya, and as they entered the elevator, he cocked an eyebrow at him. When the doors closed, he chuckled.
“What’s this?” he exclaimed. “You mean you had the choice to stay here with your sister, the one who you have given up your life for, yet you decided to go with me? Why, punk, I never knew you cared for me that way!” Alucard cackled. “Out of all things, this was least expectant. I know you reasoned it differently, but do you think that I believe you place your job over your sister? Of course not. No, there’s something else pulling you, isn’t it?”
Alucard turned on Aya, pushing him against the wall and raising him up so he was eye-level with the Vampire, the cold mirrors bored into by crimson orbs.
“Did you like it when I made you moan, punk? Did you like it when I fucked you?” he teased.
As he felt the elevator hit the bottom floor, he released the young man, still grinning. He supposed they would be heading to the airport, now, but from Kritiker he did not know the way. Ah well. Once they were in the car, he knew Aya would drive anyway.

Aya snorted, eying Alucard skeptically. "What the hell makes you think I'm going because of you. Takatori is the bastard that put my sister in her coma. Where he goes, I go. This has nothing to do with you."
Well, it might have a little to do with Alucard, but Aya pushed such thoughts aside. This was a chance to exact his revenge on Reiji, so of course he would take such an option.
The redhead also did not answer the Vampire's questions, deciding it safer he stay quiet on such a subject. Alucard wasn't allowed to have that much power over him without his consent. And he certainly wouldn't consent to that. He led Alucard back through the maze of the first floor, leaving out the front door. He slid back into his car, waiting for Alucard to get in as well before he pulled away from the building. He first needed to return home to pack quickly, while Persia had a plane readied for them. Not to mention, he really needed to eat something before he starved to death. While his blood had been pleasantly filling the Vampire, he had yet to fill himself with sustenance, and he needed it badly.

Chuckling at the punk’s resistance to him, Alucard shrugged, “If you say so.”
When they entered the car, Alucard leaned back and closed his eyes. Ah, he had a good life. In fact, he couldn’t think of a better life to have at the moment. He did what he enjoyed most, and had just recently had one of the best fucks in his life. How could he possibly complain? The only lament he had–Alucard pitied the fact that Aya was mortal–were the punk a creature of the night like himself, they could enjoy many pleasurable days to come. However, this was not the case–and in fact, Alucard could have ended the young man’s life right then if he wanted to. Of course, there was no reason to do this other than to prove his mortality.
He contemplated the concept of turning Aya into one like himself–was the punk truly worthy of something such as that? Even if he were turned, the young man would not be a No-Life-King such as Alucard–no, he would truly have Alucard as his Master. Perhaps one day he would be freed from such bonds, but Alucard thought much too far ahead. And when the car finally halted, Alucard opened his eyes–they were back at his house. He raised a dark brow.
“What, you want to go at it again?” he asked skeptically, placing his hand on the door handle. Alucard’s mind truly had been reduced. He couldn’t bring himself out of the box to think that Aya possibly required clothing, or maybe something to eat, but who could blame him? As a Vampire, his mind was bound to think such things, and even with all his years of wisdom and knowledge, it was possible for him to falter at least once in awhile.

"Whoever said what happened in there was going to happen again?" Aya questioned coldly, stepping out of his car. Violet eyes turned toward his door, and a dreadfully familiar girl was seated on the step.
Sakura.
The similarities between her face and Aya-Chan's disturbed him, and he did not often enjoy seeing the girl. Though, she always seemed to make it into the flower shop while Aya was there. And now she was showing up at his house?
"Sakura, what do you want?" he queried as he walked briskly up the sidewalk towards his house.
"I overheard Yohji and Omi talking about you coming back today. I wanted to see you, Aya." He frowned, side-stepping her as he unlocked the door.
"You've seen me, now get lost." The magenta-eyed girl would have none of his coldness, for she believed she alone had the power to give him back his ability to feel.
She reached out to grab his hand, pulling him to face her as she lunged forward to kiss him. Violet eyes widened, and he roughly shoved her away.
"Aya!" she sounded hurt, "Why do you always push me away?"

Alucard mimicked Aya’s movements, sliding out of the car and turning, he too noticing the girl on the steps. He had no knowledge of who she was until Aya spoke, and watching the scene take place, especially when Sakura had touched Aya–and tried to kiss him?!–Alucard felt a fire rise within his veins. However, it was to be handled in his own fashion–he was not like the jealous boyfriends who would charge in, violently assaulting the offender, no, that was to be saved for last.
He slowly stalked up behind the girl, and gripped her shoulder rightly. Her eyes widened and she turned around, her mouth hanging open in surprise.
“My, you’re stupid, aren’t you?” Alucard purred. “I’m surprised it’s not blatantly obvious to you that Aya despises you.” It was the first time he had used Aya’s name in speech. “Why do you think he pushes you away?” he continued, turning her to face him and lifting her up by her collar so that she was nearly level with him.
“Do you think you’ll say something magical and open his steel safe of a heart? You utter fool. I’ll tell you why he pushes you away: he hates you. Oh, don’t looked so shocked. I’m surprised that you didn’t get it right away. Evidently this has been going on for quite awhile.” Alucard was speaking to her face, his fangs bared, his eyes aflame behind his shades.
“I suggest you keep away from him, or you’ll have me to deal with,” he whispered into her ear, loosening his grip for only a moment and dropping her, then grabbing her by the neck in mid-air.
“Because I can certainly arrange that you’ll see him always–from Hell.”
And with that, he flung Sakura behind him, her body hitting the ground with a thud, rolling several feet more before the girl shuddered, standing and covering her mouth to muffle an inaudible scream, dashing away. Alucard’s ruby orbs slid to meet Aya.
“Open the door.”

Aya felt that his lips had been violated, and he pushed the door open. He turned to Alucard, hand snaking out to grab the Vampire's tie as he dragged him inside with him. The redhead did not like girls in that sort of way, and so he wanted the kiss she had forced on him out of his system. What better way than to kiss Alucard? - and he did just that, eyes pressed shut. His grip on Alucard's tie did not loosen, should the older man try to pull away. At such a moment, he wouldn't even mind being shoved against a wall by the Vampire, and treated with Alucard's rough sense of affection.
Anything was better than the idea of Sakura kissing him, and touching him. The thought made his stomach churn, and he sought to push it out of his mind by keep his lips locked with Alucard's. Not to mention, Aya had distinctly heard his name used and that seemed to have some odd affect on him, falling from his dark-haired lover's mouth.

Stepping inside the house, Alucard had never seen the kiss coming, but when he felt the redhead’s lips upon his, he did not deny them–in fact, he wholeheartedly accepted them. He placed his hands on Aya’s hips, kissing him back with vigor, his tongue licking at Aya’s lips, entering the mouth of the assassin and assaulting the tongue there. His hands slid up the punk’s sides, soon at his head, holding it in place as his thumbs stroked the sides of his face as his kiss remained fiery. He certainly had no qualms. He felt a rising lust to repeat what they had done just hours before, but suddenly, another part of his mind–the one that desired to kill–was shaken awake, and screamed at him to let go, to get back home to rain blood.
Alucard’s priorities were quickly rearranged, and he moved his face so now the punk’s lips were at his cheek. “I thought you said that leaving your sister had nothing to do with me,” Alucard muttered teasingly into Aya’s ear.
He grabbed Aya’s hands and wrenched them from the tie that he wore, but not letting go of the hands as he placed them at the young man’s sides. “Let’s keep our minds on the task at hand, hmm?” he suggested, and smirked at the assassin.

Aya took a deep breath, glaring lightly up at Alucard. He at least had gotten the idea of the kiss out of his mouth, which is what he'd been striving for. He pulled his hands away, and moved away from the Vampire, headed back to his room. He looked with disdain at the bed with its rumpled sheets, looking like a workbench of forbidden sensuality that it had been. He should probably strip it down, but his first priority was to pack.
As he removed his clothes from the closet, folded them and placing them inside a duffel bag, his mind lingered on the kiss he had engaged upon reentering the house, and inevitably he was remind of their love session earlier that day. To say the least, he had enjoyed it a great deal. No, he decided that was the understatement of the century and continued to pack, thoughts drawing over the Vampire's body he had been able to memorize in just one fuck-fest.
He had asked Alucard what made him so sure there would be a next time, but as he mulled over the older man, he realized dreadfully he would not resist if Alucard wanted to do it again. He finished his packing and set to work on pulling off the bed linens and he carried them to the laundry room, unceremoniously stuffing them into the washing machine. He didn't plan on cleaning them now, deciding it was a better task for when he returned from England.
And now, he was down to his final priority before leaving - eating something.

Alucard waited patiently outside of Aya’s room, his mind slowly going over what had just occurred. The Vampire realised that this was proof of Aya’s desire for him, and at the thought, smirked. If Aya was willing to kiss him as he just did, then there would be no troubles getting Aya into bed a second time. And he would enjoy it, too–he certainly did the first time.
The punk’s body was so slender, his skin so light and soft (especially against his hard cock) that Alucard grinned simply thinking about it. The Vampire contemplated the possibility of fucking him again once they got to England, but he decided against it–unless of course, Aya had enough lust for him to re-organize his mind set.
At the moment, killing was nailing itself to the top of the list, and while sex was feebly trying to fight back, Alucard’s lust to kill was dominating it. Once he had the idea in his mind, it was difficult to make it disappear. He thought of reaching for his gun, the derision in his eyes as he pulled the trigger, launching the bullet into the heart of the disgusting disgrace to all Midians. He imagined the incredulous look on the thing’s face as its skin disintegrated into dust, and he sighed longingly to be there.
“Hurry!” he shouted to the punk. “I can’t wait to kill.”

"Shut up and be patient!" Aya snapped back, as he made his way to the kitchen. "Unlike some people who get to eat on a constant basis, I haven't in two days."
Oh? Was the redhead irritable? But what could have possibly made him so?
He opened his rice cooker and dumped a small amount of sticky rice into it along with water, closed it and turned it on. As he waited for the rice to finish, he procured wasabi and waited impatiently for the rice to finish cooking. He stomach was quick to remind him how hungry he was, and he needed to get his strength back up again. The flight might do him a favor if he managed to sleep while it was in the air - he didn't usually though, and so he'd merely have to rest in a wakeful state.
Ah! The rice was done. He pulled a bowl out of the cabinet and spooned the rice into it, pouring wasabi over the soft fluff. Armed with a pair of chopsticks, he began to eat his small meal, and quickly at that. Soon he was finished with it and he spent a few moments washing out the bowl and cleaning the rice cooker. He now returned to the foyer of the house, keys in hand.
"Now we can go," he announced.

The Vampire merely turned and opened the door, moving toward the car and assuming his familiar position in the passenger seat. He never liked rice. No, as the prince of Wallachia, he had be served fine dining (a large portion of it meat, of course), nothing such as rice. It always seemed much too bland for him, and he had smelt wasabi before–much too spicy. No, he preferred the sweet, succulent taste of beef.
And, of course, he had been cruel then. Most of his meals had also included bread–that of which he had dipped in the blood of his victims, the blood collected from the poles by which they were impaled upon. He felt a slight longing for those days once more, now that he was in the mode to kill. He might have considered Aya fortunate that Alucard was bound by the laws of the Hellsing family–lest it was likely if his need to kill rose to great heights, he might kill the young man himself. However, it had only occurred on a few instances in his unlifetime, and was unlikely to happen. Besides, Alucard had gained a head, wisdom that he never thought he would have acquired. When Aya entered the car, Alucard did not even glance at the redhead.
He wanted to go back to England.

Aya possibly would have prepared himself something more than simply rice, but Alucard was in a hurry and so he had picked the easiest thing to make. It wasn't filling in any shape, and he supposed he would have to eat again during the flight or once they had arrived in London. Aya started the car, turning it around once more to take to the street.
He had put his bag in the trunk, along with his katana and trench coat, and now they were prepared for the flight. The assassin took several shortcuts to reach the airport, pulling into a back parking lot to store his car. It was where most Kritiker agents left their cars if they went out of the country, and he noticed his was not the only one. He stepped outside of the car, pulling his things from the trunk. Silently he reasoned with himself why he was even going. He could not kill the targets Persia was assigning him to, and he would be completely useless to the cause, right? But there was always the option that Schwarz might be in England as well, and he could busy himself with keeping them away from the conspiracy. He waited for Alucard before heading inside.
His gaze combed over the flight listings, until he pin pointed the private flight they would be leaving on - a plane belonging to Kritiker. He strode to the desk, voice low as he spoke his code name and received the okay to board. And now they merely had to wait for the flight to leave, but as Aya sat down in a comfortable seat, he still had a sneaking feeling that sleep would not bless him with its presence.

And, the second plane ride of the week. He didn’t think he’d be on planes so often. Ah well, it was the last one for awhile, he hoped. A 20-or-so hour plane ride, and plenty of time to waste. He of course could always ruminate as he always did, dream about death... with how often he thought about harming others, one could probably assume he derived a perverted pleasure from it–and most likely, he did. When Alucard took the life of another (even if that ‘another’ was not living already), every time, there was a swell of emotion he could not exactly pin point, but it was one of the greatest feelings he could receive.
It was the only thing that tied with fucking, because admittedly, sometimes the two had gone hand-in-hand. Yes, the Vampire was certainly sick, but capable of maintaining a healthy outlook on life... something that made him quite odd. He drifted back to reality. This time, on this plane ride, he yet again chose the option of sleeping.
Not even an hour into the flight the Vampire had allowed his body to fall into a deep sleep, which was odd, because normally without his coffin he was incapable of doing this. However, one could assume that due to the recent events, and the hard-fucking he had given Aya, that it was only natural that he should doze as he did.

Lucky bastard.
Aya couldn't get to sleep at all, and he was left with the feelings of stir-crazy rising within him. As such, he eventually left his seat, pacing up and down the empty plane. He was given time to properly feed himself in small kitchen on the plane, and then he was left with nothing to do - again. Frustrated, he walked back up the aisle, violet gaze sliding to the peacefully sleeping Alucard. The amethyst pools narrowed in a jealous fashion, and he dropped back down into his seat, fingers tapping on the arm rest in boredom.
Aya was not usually so hard to tame, but there was energy raging with him that sought to be expended through something - and he had a pretty good idea what. So far, he had succeeded in wasting a total of five hours, and he refused to spending fifteen hours tapping a hole into the seat. With a irate sigh, he leaned over Alucard, hand resting on the Vampire's shoulder as he pressed his lips to the other's.
Just as he thought, the toiling energy within him channeled through him at even such a small contact, and he allowed the kiss to linger as his hand slowly slid down the shoulder to rest on Alucard's chest. The lack of heartbeat surprisingly did not perturb him, and he wondered quietly if he was actually growing used to the idea of the Undead, and fucking with them in the literal sense.

The dreams of death that had been swirling in his mind were interrupted by a hand on his chest, and Vampire’s eyes snapped open, a wild look brimming around them. He whipped off his sunglasses and roughly pushed Aya away from him, licking his lips. They tingled. So the punk had been kissing him whilst he was sleeping? He remained seated but glared lethally into the cold violet mirrors of the assassin. He was about to deliver the finishing blow to a squirming female, a scene reminiscent of the old days, but no, instead he was forced to awaken to a bored assassin.
Irate, the Vampire stood and forced Aya into his seat, a sick grin on his face.
“So you want to fuck around, do you?” he asked darkly, a shadowy look under his eyes. He grabbed Aya tightly by the shoulders, pressing the body against the chair as he shoved his lips against the young man’s. The kiss was hard, and blunt, containing none of the passion that Alucard had shown him before. No, this was an act of anger, something the Vampire was not accustomed to, but due to the previous excitement of death that had built upon him over the past several hours, he was taking out his own frustrations on the body of the young man. Finishing his assault, Alucard pulled away, his eyes resembling the glow of burning coals.
“If you honestly want me that badly, punk...” he murmured, “you should have just asked...” And with that, his lips were on Aya’s again, his hands still locking the redhead to the seat.

Aya had thought Alucard was in a deeper sleep than to be woken up by a simple touch and kiss. Grudgingly he admitted to himself that he was no longer bored, caught against the seat with bruising kisses applied to his lips. No, the factor of boredom had vanished, and his energy was leaping to the surface. Aya's hand did not lift to rest against Alucard, for he dared not touch the man until he was let go - if he even was to be let go.
Aya would risk losing a hand, or his head for that matter, and so he remained motionless against the seat, accepting Alucard's assault all too willingly. It was a shame, for the assassin would not admit to wanting to the Vampire, not allowed anyway. His body and mind may have craved the rough touch of Alucard, but he refused to utter such words of want and need for the dark-haired man.
Another aspect of his stubbornness Alucard would have to break.

As Alucard kissed him, he couldn’t help but think that all the clothing Aya had donned was a bit of a hindrance. So, his hands went to work, removing themselves from the punk’s shoulders, undoing the buckles on the sides, and the belt hooked securely around the waist, and slid the article of clothing from the broad shoulders of the assassin. The tongue of the Vampire was at work now, returning to a familiar place–the inside of Aya’s mouth.
It worked its way around the punk’s tongue, toying with it as Alucard did not relent with the pressure of the kiss. His hands were now working their ways up the thick turtleneck, slowly feeling the young man’s warm flesh with a surprisingly tender touch. He did not squeeze or handle the assassin harshly with his hands, no, the Vampire was applying soft, gentle caresses to the lower portion of Aya’s upper torso, and they were gradually making their way upwards, making sure to enjoy every inch of skin along the way. His lids slid shut over the large scarlet irises as the kiss continued. This is not what Alucard had planned, but they had time to kill, and now that he was awake, why not?
They did say, when in Rome... or something like that–he was too preoccupied to attribute a quote to the situation anyway.

Aya's hands found themselves in Alucard's hair as the assassin finally allowed himself to respond to the Vampire's advances. So it was possible to draw Alucard's mind away from death, and though it required putting himself in danger of abuse for a short time, it was still a useful piece of information should he want to use it in the future - not that he thought he would, but he hadn't been expecting to do this on the plane either, and it was happening all the same.
The violet mirrors disappeared beneath thick lashes as Aya's body savored each brush of Alucard's hands. It was certainly the most kindest Alucard had ever been when it came to his body, and he took a moment to reconsider his outlook on this relationship.
It wouldn't necessarily always be violent and rough, and the tender touch made him uneasy to a concept he had not yet thought of - commitment.
He was expecting the sex between himself and Alucard would not amount to anything more than just fucking with large amounts of abuse. But this soft aspect would make him begin to wonder what else it could be, and he silently he reminded himself of that fight or flight life. No attachments, and no commitments - certainly not to this man he was kissing.

With a bit of clever maneuvering, Alucard had managed to remove the shirt from the younger man, tossing it aside carelessly as he resumed kissing him, his hands passing across the assassin’s chest, thumbs flicking the areas of raised skin teasingly. Alucard broke the kiss, and trailed his lips down the jaw bone of the redhead, coming to the neck–bruised from their last encounter. The alabaster flesh was blotched with ugly clashes of blue and black, tiny red capillaries able to be seen around the fang markings.
Alucard grinned and lightly sucked on the neck for only a moment, before nuzzling the young boy gently. His kissing continued down the milky flesh, his mouth stopping at a small pink hill, and soon, it was sucking on it, licking it. It was at first gentle, like the movements of his hands, but as a mountain of lust began to build within him, Alucard’s tongue was now gnashing against the sensitive nub, his teeth pressing against it roughly, and one of his hands was now rubbing Aya’s crotch.
A small grin-like expression appearing on his occupied mouth, and with his other hand, Alucard was rubbing the tender neck of the young man up and down, his movements now not as tender as before. It seemed the more lustful he became, the more violent he became, but for now, it was only the extreme tip of the brutality Alucard could inflict on the young man.

Aya shuddered, opening his eyes to look down at Alucard. If he hadn't woken Alucard, he could have prevented this from happening, but damn it was what he wanted. As the tender touches changed, the redhead seemed to relax, but it wasn't for long as concentrated fire drew between his legs, and he grew beneath Alucard's touch. Aya bit back a moan, his body heating against the Vampire's lips and hands.
With Alucard pleasuring him, he considered why he responded so well to the violent nature of their relationship, rather than to the gentle. When Aya's life held so much abuse with his profession, one would think he would find comfort in soft and tenderness, but it was the opposite.
His hands slid down, loosening Alucard's tie - as he in his position could not successfully unbutton the shirt to get rid of it. His head rested against the seat he had been thrown into, and his breathing quickened as did his blood, and he could feel himself beginning to ache for a closer proximity to Alucard.

The Vampire deftly worked his lips over Aya’s ivory flesh, now moving upwards onto the bruised neck, and slowly, glided his tongue up to the young man’s mouth, where began kissing him with a deep passion. He felt a surge of arousement wash over him like an ocean wave, and with a new mission his hands were fumbling at Aya’s slacks, and before long the digits were working at the hem, sliding them down Aya’s thighs, not forgetting the boxers. As they inched their way down, Alucard let a grin cross his face as he brought himself a way for a moment. For a moment, he merely smirked, gazing into the frosty violet mirrors. The Vampire’s stare was mystifying and mesmerizing, a mixture of arousal and hunger, and need for the alabaster-skinned assassin.
What need he could possibly have was unknown–perhaps just a need for his blood and his skin and his physical entity in general. Alucard licked his lips, his tongue slowly dragging across the reddened area. He leaned close again, repeating the action, only this time, doing it to Aya, and as he finished, the lower garments of the punk were around his ankles. With this, Alucard allowed a finger to lightly graze the shaft, but only for a moment. He instead brought his mouth lower and lower, blazing a line of kisses to the navel upon where his took his tongue, sliding it up and down the smooth area, daring to dip lower, but never completing the movement. He was teasing the young man in one of the worst possible ways–he had shown him with his fingers only a small amount of what he could feel, and then began to dangle it in front of him.

Teasing? No, what Alucard was putting Aya through was torture, plain and simple. His body had never ached for a person more than it did for Alucard, a constant need for the Vampire that wasn't so different from an addictive drug. What was it about this man that drew him into a web of perplexing desire? The redhead was not accustomed to his mindset craving the touch of a person, or craving such primitive things as sex.
Alucard created a tangled knot within Aya, one that he could not understand no matter how hard he strove to. His body had not lusted so strongly for Alucard before they had joined that first time in sex, but it appeared that the Vampire had triggered something in the assassin that made him constantly want it - a very inopportune basis of thought if he wanted to get anything done outside of it. So pre-occupied by Alucard's torment and his own confusing thoughts, he almost did not feel the invisible fingers probing into his mind covertly. No, now he was suddenly aware that there was something in his mind - someone in his mind - that was leeching off of his thoughts like a beast requiring sustenance.
He placed a hand on Alucard's shoulder as his other rose to cradle his head. His brows furrowed, and he put his mind off of the ideas of sex and molestation, concentrating on forcing the one sneaking in upon his thoughts away. He knew only one person that could do such a thing, and that would want to get into his mind. Schuldig. What a shame, too. Because of that orange-haired bastard, he was no longer enjoying the idea of Alucard fucking him.
Alucard pulled his head up, his crimson optics sliding to the struggling redhead. He almost allowed concern to hint his features–whether it was concern for Aya or concern for if he was going to fuck him was unknown. He grasped Aya’s hand in his and removed the other from the assassin’s head. He held the thin wrists within one hand and tilted then chin of the young man up. He scrutinized the redhead’s face, his mouth twisting in confusion. He considered inquiring as to the problem (and, consequently, interrupting his mood), but realising that all desire had fled from Aya’s body, he instead pressed his lips to the jaw line of the young man.
His hands had let go of Aya’s wrists and were applying gentle, feather-light brushes against the pale stomach, and as his kisses got lower, against the blue and purple neck, Alucard grinned widely. He was becoming more and more aroused by the moment, even though Aya had lost all passion. Alucard found himself showing no concern for the fact as he began to nibble softly at the damaged flesh, his fangs pricking and poking as his tongue attacked the skin. Gradually, the nibbles had progressed into full-on bites, though gentle ones as he was not fully puncturing the skin with his teeth. Only small holes were left by the lethally sharp canines, and soon, Alucard was holding Aya on the sides with a grip to tight there were sure to be bruises. Alucard was running his tongue over the small droplets of blood that leaked from the tiny holes, and every drop he tasted only increased his desire for the young man before him.

The redhead found it was becoming difficult to maintain the defenses in his mind, as he concentration melted away with each nibble Alucard applied to his throat. How was he possibly supposed to protect his thoughts when the Vampire was distracting him?! The violet eyes slid shut, and Aya abandoned the mission of guarding himself from further tactics of the Mastermind, bared arms sliding about Alucard's shoulders.
Out of a forming habit, his head rolled to the side, allowing easier access for Alucard's affection. He could already guess these simple gestures were the things that drove him most crazy, rousing in him the desire for the man looming over him. It seemed both himself and Alucard had at least one weakness they could use against each other. Perhaps Alucard had taught Aya too well how to enjoy the pleasure within the pain of each bite against his skin. Oh yes... He was enjoying it again, and before long he had returned to his craving state, embracing Alucard as he savored his biggest turn-on.

When Aya’s head fell to the side, Alucard could not help but think of it as an invitation. Now his body and mind screamed for blood, even when he did not need it. He was plenty full from the feast earlier. Now, the need to kill and fuck were combining into one-all consuming desire. He could quell his primal bloodlust for now and have sex as he had done earlier. He grinned madly, as he was about to enjoy himself yet again–not to mention he was pleased Aya’s arousal had awoken once he had placed his fangs on the young man’s skin. With that, his long digits curled into the deep crimson tresses and his pearly canines were driven into the side of Aya’s neck. As soon as the deep puncture was made, Alucard was sucking softly, making sure to give the young man more pain from his long tongue attacking the wound than from the drawing of blood.
His other hand that was not entangled in the red hair was slowly sliding up and down Aya’s member, the grip light, barely touching the sides with his palm. The Vampire dug his tongue into one of the holes, attempting to widen it so that more blood would flow, and at this rate the punk’s neck would be an absolute mess–there would probably be a few scars that may never fully disappear. However, it was of little concern to Alucard–he was gorging himself on the sweet blood that poured from the assassin’s neck. He found his pants getting slightly uncomfortable, his body seemingly too hot contained in the shirt, but he paid it no mind–behind the tightly sealed lids of his eyes were scarlet pools brimming with an insane desire–an inhuman desire.

The two were certainly a sightly pair now, weren't they? Aya's face caught between emotions of pain and pleasure, with Alucard gorging himself to his heart's content - or lack thereof. Ivory fingers made quick to remove Alucard's tie, tossing it along side all of his discarded clothes. His hands set to work impatiently at the shirt still in his way, and he consequently snapped a button off in his haste. It propelled itself across the plane, lost beneath one of the seats and surely never to be found again.
The alabaster chest rose and fell, pace steadily increasing as his blood burned through his veins, craving a closer touch, wanting more of the Vampire against him, without such barriers as clothes. With the article of clothing unbuttoned, he pushed the shirt from Alucard's shoulders, hands roaming, caressing, lingering on the light olive skin. Without so much as a thought against it, he allowed his questing fingers to drift over the chest, traveling lower until the met the waist of Alucard's pants. It was his general rule to let the dominator instigate each level of sex, but he easily pushed it aside, fingers deftly sliding down the zipper and releasing the button.

Still not intoxicated enough from blood to render his tongue useless, Alucard managed to mutter, “My, aren’t we getting demanding?” and snicker before his tongue was digging into the wounds, slurping the blood that made small rivers out of his neck into the cave of the Vampire’s mouth.
Alucard assisted the punk, now that his attention had been called there, sliding down all of his lower garments at once. His long, hard member was revealed, and Alucard arched his back so the assassin would have better access. Alucard again took a break from the neck of the young man, holding the punk’s face with one hand as his other still toyed with the throbbing erection.
“Don’t you think I’ve given you enough pleasure?” he asked darkly, crimson essence dribbling from the corners of his mouth onto Aya’s stomach.
His gaze bored straight into Aya’s head, his wild eyes covered in a sheen of unnerving depravity. His grip on the punk’s chin was rough and his thumbs pressed into the jawbone as if they were trying to break it. The Vampire’s face fell closer to Aya’s.
“Don’t you believe I deserve something?” He squeezed Aya’s member slightly–not tight enough at all to inflict any sort of pain, but more of a love-squeeze–and a perverted smirk formed on his bloody lips.
“Suck my cock.”

"And you said I was demanding?" the redhead snorted, violet mirrors coldly regarding Alucard.
He had told himself he would repay the Vampire for all of the place he had received, but he had thought it to be in this way. Aya, to put it simply, rarely degraded himself by going down upon another man.
"I'm surprised you trust me enough not to try to maim you, considering how many times you've tried to kill me," he muttered, returning the smirk only slightly.
A pale-complected hand found Alucard's erection, rubbing over it with tender caresses. He easily had the option to refuse, or he could shed the rebel in him and remain obedient - for once. He truly considered turning the Vampire down, but his body would not have such a decision made when it was so close to a new sort of fulfillment with Alucard. Just once, he could swallow his pride, and possibly some head. With his mind in agreement, he leaned word, bruised neck pulsing as he did so, and experimentally allowed his tongue to circle the head of the Vampire's member, warm breath pouring over it gently before he took the throbbing cock into the wet well of his mouth, tongue teasing a line on the underside of it, slowly - yes, Aya would take his sweet time with this.

“You wouldn’t... have tried to maim me, punk... I’d kill you...”
As he felt the young man’s mouth engulf his cock, Alucard’s hands gripped the top of the chair, his head craning upwards as his mouth fell open only slightly. His wicked, twisted grin slowly grew into that of satisfaction, his countenance weakening from the frightening perversion into pleasure–it had been a few years since his cock had been sucked. Lately his escapades consisted of fuck, suck (blood, that is), and leave (that is, when they did happen–as mentioned, most humans were simply not worth it). Now that he was able to enjoy himself, it was an opening for him to receive something.
When he had told Aya that he felt as if he had given Aya enough pleasure, it wasn’t specifically the redhead he was speaking to. No, the message was meant for the deceased men and women over the past years that he had given himself no time to have true pleasure with–no, they were merely devices of relief. The ones whom he had denied himself with. He had done all the work he felt that he needed–he was frankly sick of requiring work to orgasm. Even with masturbation, the arm movement was sometimes an exhausting effort within itself. And now, he was able to simply stand and receive, and as Aya gave, oh, yes, the Vampire was certain to relish every moment. He shivered slightly, a gentle moan escaping him.

Aya had his own sense of satisfaction as he distinctly heard the moan fall from Alucard's lips. He need only bide his time before the Vampire again teased him about his ability to moan readily in bed, for Alucard could not refrain from it either. His tongue soon remembered a familiar skill, and he was half reminded of his youth - when he been submissive always, and had learned every peculiar way to pleasure the person in control.
Yes, it was returning to him steadily, and Aya exhibited the skill upon Alucard's hard member, tongue nuzzling as he took the Vampire deeper into his mouth, mouth constricting as he began to suck gently, tongue applying pressure along the skin. Aya would not do this often, but when he did - he would make it worth the Vampire's wait for it. Violet pools falling shut, he enjoyed himself thoroughly as he pleasured his partner.

Thin curtains fell over scarlet optics, and the Vampire allowed yet another moan to emanate from his mouth. For a man who seemed so dead-set against sucking the Vampire’s cock, Aya seemed incredibly skilled at it. Alucard attributed it to younger years, when the assassin was most likely experimenting as Alucard had done. However, his experiences had not lasted long–in his late twenties he had been turned, and with the appearance of fangs things such as blow jobs were certainly out of the question. Of course, there was always the option of wearing porcelain caps–but Alucard would succumb to no such thing. His sex life did not consist of enough variety for him to even consider bothering, besides, it had been centuries since his mouth had touched the genitalia of another man. He would most likely botch the job. It was odd for him to think that–normally, he had all the confidence he needed, sometimes enough for another man. However, he was also realistic, and being that it had been so long since he had done such a thing...
A wave of pleasure passed over him. Alucard’s grin widened. He had tasted Aya... inside and out. And soon, Aya would taste him. He loved the feeling of the warm tongue massaging the sensitive skin, the warmth and moistness of the punk’s mouth–how long had it truly been since he had done this!?

One wouldn't exactly say Aya had experimented in his younger years. For, in truth, the redhead had never shown an interest in girls from a very young age, aside from being vastly over-protective of dear Aya-Chan. As such, he had never even tried dating a female, establishing in himself at a very young age that he preferred men - from there it was merely learning everything there was to know about sodomy, and pleasuring a man. When he joined Kritiker, it had been re-established that he would be the one in control, never to bow before another soul again - that was until Alucard, of course.
Aya's tongue continued its pace, constantly teasing at the hard cock in his mouth, and he let his free hand travel over Alucard's stomach, before sliding down to caress the Vampire's thigh softly. Somewhere beyond the rebel in Aya, this submissive stance seemed to fit oddly, though one would not think it such. However, Alucard had already uncovered a feeling man beneath all the frigidity of Aya's exterior attitude.

Alucard soon found himself gripping the head of the chair even tighter, gooseflesh rising on his light olive skin. He bit his lip, fangs piercing his own skin, and at the taste of blood–be it even his own–he grew more aroused, and groaned. The punk truly was one who could give head well, something else Alucard admired in him, even if it was something odd to admire. He wondered subconsciously if he would be able to recover quickly from such a wonderful session, but he figured the punk was adept enough at sex to make him hard again. He felt swells of pleasure rolling over him again, and again, surging through his body like a powerful shock.
His eyes closed tighter, now, and with every second that passed, he found himself ascending higher and higher on the mountain of bliss. Within a few long, great moments, the Vampire semi-suppressed a deep groan as he spilt his seed into Aya’s mouth, and as the wave of delight receded he managed to open his eyes again–not panting nor breathing hard. He merely looked down at the redhead, eyes wide and gleaming, an eerie silence creeping between them. Alucard was too stunned for the moment to speak–the pleasure had numbed his tongue if only for an instant.

Frosted violet eyes rose to meet the scarlet pools, as the assassin allowed the seed to slid down his throat, swallowing the entirety of Alucard's expended passion. It was not often one would connect eyes with someone in such a private moment, but something Aya had driven him to open his eyes and look up at the Vampire as he swallowed the last of his own pride, proving himself to be submissive only to Alucard.
Aya lifted his head, mouth sliding away from Alucard's member. Slender digits lingered on it before Aya settled back in the seat. He did not speak, for he felt himself in too awkward a position to speak. The gem-purple gaze, however, did not downcast itself in embarrassment, as he might have done when he was younger after such an intimate session - they remained upon Alucard’s, burning with a deep inner fire that dared to burn any brave enough to stand against it.

Composing himself, Alucard ran a hand through his thick wavy locks, not moving his eyes from Aya’s. He bent closer to the redhead and kissed him softly on the lips, stroking the tender neck softly, the Vampire’s own lips lightly caressing the redhead’s. It was a soft, gentle kiss, as if he was thanking the assassin for his performance. The kiss lingered on for moments that seemed like hours, until the Vampire pulled away, the tingle remaining on his lips.
“Well done, punk,” he snickered, and began to kiss at the aching neck.
It seemed that his vitality was strangely high, it had only been a few minutes, and his arousal was already creeping back to him. It had only taken the one kiss to ignite the passion with him, and as his lips worked along the neck, tongue poking and playing with the blotchy skin, Alucard could not fight a smile. For that one moment, he had seen the punk play the submissive bitch–and he loved it. The stare that Aya had given him was one that he merely had to think about before being overcome with desire. And as this happened, the soft kisses transformed into rough, sucking motions–Aya’s neck would be covered in black and blue by the end of the week.

Aya had surveyed his neck prior to boarding the plane, estimating the time it would take for it to heal. It would seem he would need to reconsider that estimation once Alucard was done maiming it. His hands rested upon Alucard's shoulders, eyes gradually falling shut as the Vampire continued to apply his lips to his throat - the same throat that still lingered within it Alucard's essence. Not only there, but over-powering his mouth, ever a reminder of his submissive action.
Aya did not dwell on that idea too long, for he had enjoyed it - more so than he had expected himself to, and he had not come away from the experience feeling empty. No, he felt rather content and satisfied with himself, and he was again receiving pleasure from the older man - it couldn't get much better than this. And had he not received some sort of praise in the words 'well done'? Yes, he felt rather self-satisfied, though he wondered why such things coming from Alucard would matter to him all the same - he'd only agreed to this for the sex, right?

The Vampire’s hands had begun to survey the slender body of the young man as his mouth remained latched onto Aya’s neck. Realising that Aya had his own throbbing length needing to be taken care of, Alucard graciously slid a light finger up the shaft, circling the edge of the head, and falling back down to massage the base. He had perfected this movement–it was gentle, teasing, on some levels torturous. To some that were incredibly aroused, it was like a feather sliding across their erections, leaving them begging and aching for more, while for others, it only aroused them more, but did not leave them in such a state of pain. Alucard was curious to see where Aya stood on the scale, and continued, his finger drifting up and down the shaft.
His mouth moved from Aya’s neck to the nook, to the collarbone, and to the healing wound on Aya’s shoulder–where the first taste of the punk’s blood that Alucard swallowed leaked from. A finger of his other hand softly crossed it, testing it, curiously inspecting it. Suddenly, the Vampire bared his fangs, launching the sharpened canines into the young man’s shoulder–startlingly hard. He felt muscle tense reflexively and closed his eyes, sucking and lapping all the blood that flowed from the wound. Why he hungered so for the punk’s blood was unknown to him–other than it being simply one of the most delectable things he had ever tasted, there was a certain quality to it that was similar to a drug. He could not get enough, and as the coppery crimson fluid filled his mouth, he found himself whimpering in pleasure at the sheer taste.

Aya's mind had fallen to the torturous please of his cock, and when sharp teeth buried themselves into his shoulder, he recoiled. A deft hand shot out to grab Alucard's hair, clenching and shoving the Vampire forward roughly into the row of seats lined in front of their own chairs as his other hand twisted about Alucard's to pry it away from his member - lest he get maimed when he threw the older man forward. So long his body had reacted violently towards violence against it - the habit was hard to forget in everything that he did.
Violet coals glared at Alucard, burning with the will to protect himself, before instinct took a back seat to the logic of the current situation. He at least had stopped himself before actually trying to hurt the Vampire, and now his fingers were curled loosely into the sable locks, his eyes softening only slightly. The gaze flickered to his shoulder, stitches broken and bleeding profusely.

The reaction to the shove was relatively tame compared to what Alucard could have done. He pressed his hand against the neck of the punk, squeezing tightly–constricting him from breathing. He had known a few who found pleasure from asphyxiation. Perhaps Aya was one of them... hopefully. His eyes were alight with a certain kind of madness that is only seen in the minds of a killer, and he drilled the gaze straight into Aya’s forehead. A slight grin appeared on the Vampire’s face, and he overpowered the slender man with sheer strength, his other hand now holding Aya’s arm down with a grip that could not be shattered. He dug his fangs into the shoulder, tearing at the stitches threaded through the skin.
His fingertips pressed harder into Aya’s neck, and his tongue slid into the wound as he swallowed more and more of Aya’s blood, hungrily lapping it up, his actions similar to that of a rabid dog. Alucard considered violence a game–he was immortal. Even after being blown through with the blessed bullets that his very own gun carried, he was able to resurrect. It was only natural that if someone were to even show such a small amount of aggravation towards him for him to react in a way that demonstrated his abilities as well–which, unfortunately, were most of the time much greater than his opposition.

No, asphyxiation was not a turn on for Fujimiya Aya - no where close. And that much pain only caused him to stiffen in defense. This episode was reminding him too much of his chosen profession, and already his thoughts concentrated on the best method to slow the blood flow to his arm, and calculating how many stitches would be needed to close the wound again - sure more from Alucard's violence.
There was little Aya could do in retaliation, seeing as the Vampire enjoyed a good bit of roughness, and struggling would possibly only set Alucard off more. Wincing as he felt Alucard's tongue in the wound, his hand enclosed around Alucard's member and tightened in an unforgiving grip. He gasped for a deep breath, forcing out a single sentence.
"Get the fuck off me, before I rip it off," he growled, throat constricting painfully.
It did not matter that Alucard could regenerate, he had the will and the means to tear the Vampire's cock off if he didn't simmer down.

Alucard felt the tight grip on his cock and winced only slightly, and glared at Aya, rivers of blood flowing from his lips, down his chin and onto the punk’s body. He realised that perhaps he had gotten a bit out of control–he had trouble remembering in the passion of sex that the majority of his lovers were mortal. His hand fell from Aya’s neck, and his lips were against the redhead’s within a second, kissing him hard–relieving the tension he had built up from assaulting the young man as he did. He did not feel sorry that it had happened. He felt nothing at all about it, truly, perhaps a little disappointed when he had recalled that yes, Aya was indeed mortal. But it was of no consequence–to him, anyway. The bloody tongue swirled in the punk’s mouth, probing and prodding every area as Alucard pulled his body away, gradually distancing himself. He was growing sick of all this foreplay, and wished he could simply fuck the young man, but he doubted that Aya had brought along lubrication. It frustrated him, true, but Alucard could not have very well carried lubrication with him on the flight here–he had no conscious plans of having sex with Aya. He finally released the kiss and licked his lips and chin.
“I’d enjoy fucking you right now, punk, but it seems lubrication is absent...”
Alucard grinned. He was certainly frank. He had no time to be flowery, with things such as like ‘oh, I wish my thick, throbbing cock was inside you (for he did, but that was beside the point).’ No, he wanted to let Aya know that if they perhaps improvised...

It was Alucard's fault that Aya and he were going at it on the plane. If he had simply never re-awoken the nymphonic beast inside of the redhead, none of this would have happened. As such, it was little surprise to himself that he'd tossed that small oval-shaped bottle into his bag when packing for England. Consciously, Aya had had no intention of ever sleeping with Alucard again - his subconscious was on another wavelength all together.
Aya's grip moved away from Alucard's shaft, and as he pressed one hand to his bloody shoulder, he leaned over the seat. His free hand unzipped his bag, fingers groping and questing about the apparel. At last his slender digits alighted on a cool surface, and he retrieved the bottle, tossing it at Alucard with his eyes burning coldly.
"Don't say a word," he warned, though he knew it would not save him from torture and teasing by the Vampire.
After all, had he not sworn up and down his reason for the trip was to avenge Aya-Chan? Well, of course it was, but why had his mind even considered the possibility of himself and Alucard having sex again? Was he going to have to begrudge himself the fact that he really liked sex that much? It was true, now that he considered it. As a teenager, his thirst for a good fuck was unquenchable.

At the sight of the cool, round bottle, the rubies were glittering with amusement. Alucard cackled insanely, his deep laughter filling the room.
“Oh!” he cried. “I see you’ve planned. That’s wonderful. I thought your main priority was to avenge your sister? Evidently not... no, you’ve certainly come for me.”
The vampire chuckled again, throwing his head back triumphantly, ebony locks thrown onto the naked back. Alucard gripped Aya by the shoulder, turning the young man over so his stomach was pressed against the back of the seat. Squeezing the soothing liquid into his hand and rubbing it over his aching erection, Alucard felt a twinge of excitement. Sex was something that added excitement in his life–much like killing. He supposed that aside from being a creature that naturally desired to fuck... often... this was why he took so much enjoyment in it.
Soon, lubricant was too applied to Aya’s entrance, and the bottle tossed away. Alucard gripped the redhead’s shoulders and shoved him into the chair as he slowly entered him, the young man’s body tight and warm against his hard cock. He shuddered–this had yet to become a familiar cavity, but how he loved it so. He allowed himself to linger before slowly pulling out, leaving only the head inside before pushing back in torturously slow, keeping a tight hold on the punk.

Aya's cheek rested against the back of the seat, eyes closing as his body clenched around Alucard, before gently relaxing into the motion of sex. One hand still pressed to his shoulder, attempting to clot the wound with pressure, but with this activity they had just started his blood was pumping steadily through his body. It proved quite difficult to get himself to stop bleeding, and there would time for explaining why the seat was stained with a great deal of blood. His other hand gripped the top of the seat, fisting about it as his body grew re-accustomed to Alucard's presence within it.
He shuddered at the torturous pace, craving more, needing more, wanting more. His body raged to be satisfied, his mind screaming for a harder fuck than this. Oh, but how sweet and delectable this was - a change of pace to their vigor. Beyond such tremors of want, his neglected member ached for the Vampire's touch.

Slowly, Alucard allowed the pace to quicken, his hand falling from Aya’s shoulder, gliding down his body, passing over the chest and the stomach that was stained with its own body’s blood. With the touch of a feather, two fingers slid down from Aya’s navel to the base of his cock, and slowly, a glaze of lubricant still remaining on his hand, the Vampire began to slide his hand up and down Aya’s erection. He grinned widely–he had not done it the first time as the first was an experimental thing, but now that he had a bit more knowledge of Aya’s body, he was able to do more... “things.” Gradually, the Vampire’s pace increased, his hard, aching erection pumping in and out of the punk’s body. A chill ran up his spine, and with each thrust, the rhythm was quickened, tiny increments, but Alucard visualize it within his mind. His head slowly fell back once more, and the hand not occupied by the redhead’s cock was gripping the shoulder tightly.
He was quite pleased that he was fucking Aya again. The young man was a good fuck, he had to say. So far, their two experiences had been interesting and Alucard enjoyed a lively spirit in bed. He had his own fun with the women who simply laid back and accepted it, true, but there was a different chemistry he felt when fucking someone who, in some corner of their minds had once been against it or were against it, for that matter. He enjoyed dominating–winning–and the part of the person that refused to give in, yet was being forced to made the Vampire feel as if he was more powerful than he was already.
Perhaps he was, in some way, if he was able to tame the stubborn redhead if only for this one moment.

Aya's body responded immediately to the Vampire's touch, and as the cadence of their sex grew quicker, he turned his head slightly, forehead now resting against the seat. His breathing rolled from between his lips in pants, and one might guess the reason was his blood loss. It seemed Aya just couldn't keep enough blood in him as of late. Attributed to Alucard's presence, of course, as was everything else. He didn't take time to worry about such a thing now, as his cock throbbed within Alucard's slick grip.
Aya perhaps let Alucard have too much control over him, giving the Vampire a way to put him on his knees to take whatever the older man had planned for him. And though he had again lost blood, he seemed stronger than their earlier sexual encounter. Perhaps it was because he had spent a great deal of time recovering so that it could be done again, and he'd against spend time recovering - hopefully not to do it again in his mind set, and merely get his job done. It was too late to prevent it now, but he could do so in the future, and as he moaned deeply, he decided that this would be their last such encounter for a long time.

As the rhythm grew faster, and faster, the Vampire’s thrusts were becoming harder, and harder, and the clamp on Aya’s shoulder was tightened. He forced the redhead deeper into the chair, the crimson pools slowly covered by thin lids. His member was trembling at the tightness of Aya’s body, and from his throat emanated a groan, his fangs revealed–they still had remnants of the punk’s blood on them. That same desire he experienced earlier–to consume the young man, to drain every ounce of him, to completely devour every single part of body, inside and out–had returned.
He felt it welling, a small pool in his lower abdomen, slowly growing. He knew if he did not finish relatively soon, he was sure the desire to consume would, in fact, consume him. Alucard, true, was a crazy bastard, but still retained some sense of logic. And he knew it was just not appropriate to kill this type of partner during sex. Sure, Aya was expendable, but it did not mean that he should be killed. He constrained these needs as best he could, but in order to keep them from getting too wild, his pace became even harder, faster, and he relaxed as giant swells of bliss rolled over him.

Aya's shoulder would surely form an array of sickly colored bruises within the day, matching the dark purple hues upon his neck. As he was pounded into the chair, he moaned again, Aya falling back as he inevitably released his passion. His body shook with gentle tremors as his cock emptied in one great orgasm, his body growing tighter about Alucard's member.
The redhead felt utterly happy in this moment, emotion falling away into the boy Aya once had been - kind, gentle, capable of loving more than his sister. Such a rarity, the face practically looked out of place in comparison to the icy edges of his standard countenance. Yes, this would be the last time he would let this happen. He would refrain from letting himself feel so vulnerable again. Aya-Chan was his weakness, he did not need another to worry about, and if this continued such a weakness was bound to surface. Another weapon for Schwarz to use against him.
His hand loosened from the chair top, resting against it tiredly as his other slowly slid away from the opened wound. The blood had almost stopped, a relief in the assassin's mind. Now he only need worry about how to get clean after this. No, now that he thought about it, Kritiker's plane probably had a shower to go along with the bathrooms.

Soon after Aya had released, Alucard followed suite, biting his lip as a volcano of pleasure erupted within him, encompassing his body. He had climaxed for the third time in one day and he had to admit, it was a good count considering he had just met the redhead. However, he was not surprised, as he had had better counts in a much shorter amount of time. Women were much easier to seduce than men, he supposed. He had removed himself from Aya and let out a sigh of relief, a sigh of triumph–yes, he had won again. Quickly, he clothed himself, and his sunglasses were shielding his eyes once more. He brushed off the shoulders of the black suit in case of any dirt or dust that would be on the floor of the plane, and looked at his white undershirt.
Only stained with a small amount of blood–as if that didn’t happen often anyway. He was sure it’d be cleaned eventually. However, these were the most complicated thoughts he could have, as his brain was languidly stumbling back from its inebriation, composing itself and the Vampire simultaneously. Alucard rested back against the chair he had been sitting in previously and glanced over for a moment–good Lord in Heaven, they had made a mess. Oh well. Not his problem.
He ran his tongue across his lips and chin once more, in case of any blood that would have stuck. Nothing.
At least he was full.

Aya took to his feet slowly, hand grabbing his clothes as he stalked off down the aisle of the jet, still in the nude. Searching for the shower, he found it after several guesses and comfortably submerged himself in water. As comfortably as he could with his ass hurting, anyway. Sodomy was just not an easy thing for the body to grow accustomed to, unless he intended on having sex two times a day, every day - which he wasn't.
His shower was relatively short, and once his lower half was re-clothed, he hunted for a first aid kit. Absent from his seat for little over an hour, when he finally returned he was fully clothed, right down to his trench coat. Beneath it, his wound was stitched and covered with white bandages. If Alucard wanted at that spot again, he'd be ripping through gauze to get to it. The redhead eyed the seat they had used, brow arching. That would certainly have to be explained to Persia, and paid for. No matter, he was sure he hadn't been the only Kritiker agent to fornicate on the plane. Manx and Birman were fairly sex-crazed - especially when they were bored and had nothing more to do. He settled down in another seat, laying his head back as he closed his eyes. They had wasted a good bit of time, and they merely had to wait for the rest of the flight to be over.

The Vampire too had decided to sleep, but after sex decided he would rather ruminate. Why was it the second time he had laid this man? He wondered. It was the same process of though he had when he had turned Seras. A moment of foolishness? A whim? No. For her it was to have someone else around... if only for a little while. But she, while certainly an attractive woman, quite busty, and a sweet, doe-eyed face... she was too naive. Certainly, were she around long enough, she would learn more of life and its complications... or, would that be “unlife”? Aya seemed more hardened... much more conscious of himself and the world around him, but perhaps too cynical. Well, what did he know–he had only spent time for the man for a little over a day, yet somehow had fucked him twice.
Alucard scoffed inwardly–was he becoming too sentimental? Had he somehow lost sight of his ways–being alone certainly had its advantages and he had been that way for some time now. Recalling his first wife, he shook his head. She had been a coward–the fool flung herself into a river when an opposing army demanded surrender! And his second wife–he only remembered he bore two children by her. Hmph. Three children had been born by his seed, though he outlived all of them. It was of no consequence, though. In those days, he was too deeply drowned in the ecstacy of blood to may them any mind. Perhaps the eeriest thing is that he did not regret it. And his wives? Simply two other fools... used for his enjoyment. Suddenly, his thoughts were shaken–they had landed. His gaze shifted to Aya.
“Lead the way, punk.”

Aya left his seat, bag gripped in his hand. He paused by the pilot's alcove, poking his head in. "Tell Persia I'll pay for the seat we ruined," he commented, before turning to exit the plane. Curious, the pilot left his quarters to find what Aya had been speaking of, nearly choking once the chair came into sight. The man blushed furiously, before heading back into the front of the plane - probably to go call Persia.
Feet safely on the ground, the redhead was greeted by several agents, who looked over to Alucard.
"Welcome, Abyssinian. It will be a great honor to have you staying among us." Aya nodded, disregarding their worry for the Vampire following after him. They had been notified that he was bringing someone with him, but perhaps it was the sheer size of the man.
"Have there been any updates of Takatori's whereabouts?" he inquired, walking to the door.
"No, sir, Abyssinian. But there is something that you should know..."
Aya turned only his head, violet eyes narrowed in irritation. "What is it?"
The agents exchanged glances nervously, before shifting to the blade at Aya's belt. It seemed to Aya that what they had to say might possibly cost them their lives.
"Ah... Sir... Your sister..."

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Okay, so, that’s all. What’s gone wrong with Aya’s sister? I guess you’ll have to wait to find out. ^_^ Reviewer response time!

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