Hellsing Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Beyond Mortal Blood ❯ Beyond Mortal Blood ( Chapter 6 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: sadak0 
WARNING: MUCH YAOI SEX. NO LIKELY THEN NO READ PLZ K THX.
"Master...?" a young female voice called out. Seras.
"What is it, police girl?" he asked, opening the door for her and turning to sit down in a chair.
She stood humbly, dressed in a large pink night gown that, if not for her large breasts, would lay situated flat against her slim hips, which were covered by yellow shorts.
"There's someone else here," she stated simply.
The male Vampire nodded, not turning his gaze from hers.
"Yes. Fujimiya Aya," he replied...
Anime/Manga: Hellsing Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Action / Romance | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 04.12.2006 | Updated On: 04.12.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 10.6K | Visits: 770 | Status: Work In Progress
WARNING: MUCH YAOI SEX. NO LIKELY THEN NO READ PLZ K THX.
"Master...?" a young female voice called out. Seras.
"What is it, police girl?" he asked, opening the door for her and turning to sit down in a chair.
She stood humbly, dressed in a large pink night gown that, if not for her large breasts, would lay situated flat against her slim hips, which were covered by yellow shorts.
"There's someone else here," she stated simply.
The male Vampire nodded, not turning his gaze from hers.
"Yes. Fujimiya Aya," he replied...
Anime/Manga: Hellsing Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Action / Romance | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 04.12.2006 | Updated On: 04.12.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 10.6K | Visits: 770 | Status: Work In Progress
Okay, this chapter installation is, to put it simply... Just sex. >.>; They were gorgeous and sexy and screaming for sex, we were horny, what more can you expect? There are some twists, and beyond the bow chicka bow bow, there IS something very important in this chapter. Which means you need to read it. XD Otherwise you'll be lost in future installments. Onto notes and apologies!
I apologize for and Alucard OoCness (again). That's about it, onto notes with Kay.
Notes from Kay: I think it's time that I tell everyone, though you may already know, that I have completely fucked with the entire Weiss Kreuz time line. With Persia and Reiji being alive, and Birman being in the picture. There's a good reason for this, but you'll have to wait for the reason. The timple reason is that I absolutely love Manx, Persia, and Birman. :/ I wanted them all alive. *cuddles Persia:: He's cool, y'know? That's all, for now. ^^
READ AND REVIEW! ~~<3
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When the songbirds had began their morning routine, Alucard decided that his eyes had tired of the sky, and turned back into the mansion. Integra was already awake, her suit crisp and pressed – she never was a person to waste time. She was observing the men at training – they too got up at the crack of dawn. He paid her no mind, passing her by to go to the cellar, and did not notice when she turned to look at him, her face stolid as always. He descended the steps, sauntering into his room, a large packet of transfusion blood laid out for him, carefully placed inside a bowl. Though, he was in no mood for such things. His satiation was dissipating rapidly, but he just did not feel the need to drink the packet.
Alucard knew the next assignment was dawning, much like the sun, but Integra had yet to call him.
The night had passed quickly, he thought. But that was one of few thoughts – they were scattered everywhere. It seemed he was unable to concentrate. He heard a rap on his door and turned on his heel to face it.
"Master...?" a young female voice called out. Seras.
"What is it, police girl?" he asked, opening the door for her and turning to sit down in a chair.
She stood humbly, dressed in a large pink night gown that, if not for her large breasts, would lay situated flat against her slim hips, which were covered by yellow shorts.
"There's someone else here," she stated simply.
The male Vampire nodded, not turning his gaze from hers.
"Yes. Fujimiya Aya," he replied, speaking the redhead's name for the second time in speech, third if one counted mentioning his last name to Walter.
"Why is he here?" she asked, resting a hand on the door.
"Because he's going to help us extinguish the FREAKs," he answered. "His organization is working with ours. Now go to sleep," he ordered.
Seras bowed, "Yes, my Master," and turned to leave.
Alucard turned his gaze upwards. He found himself having an urge to bother Aya once more. He could act on it, but figuring the punk was most likely in a slumber after his tiring day, he felt another streak of benevolence and figured perhaps it should be left until later. But, feeling an ache in his body for Aya's blood, he knew that his mind might change.
Leave it to Aya to fall asleep on the floor, instead of the bed. It hadn't been the first time, however. Often beds were just too comfortable, and last night he had felt the need to sleep against a hard, unforgiving floor. Perhaps it is why when he awoke with a start, his sister's name on his lips, he nearly collapsed back down. His body was rigid, his neck hurt. He was hungry, and he had a terrible taste in his mouth - remnants of last night.
Slowly he sat up again, this time carefully as he peeled off his shirt and pants. He rummaged through his things, selecting a change of clothes. He was reluctant to unpack - for in his mind that meant he was finally accepting the idea that he would be living here until his work was done but it needed to be done and so he did.
Dressed again, his hands soothed over his aching neck, and he finally sat himself down upon the bed, head bowed as he worked out the tension in his body. It was a common thing for him to do, for he was constantly in discomfort while he slept, almost always from nightmares. He could not remember his dreams from the night before, but it was of no consequence.
Violet eyes took a moment to consider the room. He hadn't spent much time observing it when he had been escorted there, having had other things to do and becoming preoccupied with his thoughts.
Aya did not usually sleep in. Ritually he got up every morning, showered and dressed for a day of work in the flower shop, eyes and ears always alert for signs of Kritiker - signs of a new mission to come. The days he did sleep in were the ones that followed intricate missions in which he'd gotten hurt. Speaking of injuries, he rolled up the sleeve of his shirt, inspecting the mark upon his arm, where Crawford had grazed him with a bullet. And then he checked his other wound, the one Alucard had ripped open. It was on its way to healing again, so long as the Vampire didn't take another whack at it.
Footsteps were coming from above – Alucard knew that Aya was awake, and smiled. He removed his hat, placing it over the bowl of medical blood. He didn't feel like walking – not now. Instead, his body began to fluctuate, solid parts wavering back and forth, turning black, his face blackening to mist, the rest of his body following. Soon, tendrils of dark mist began to trail into non-existence, his entire form disappearing within his quarters, not one hint of him left behind.
Simultaneously, as each bit of him dissolved, it appeared within Aya's room, reassembling themselves in Alucard's form, the deep, crimson eyes opening in the midst of the dark mist, slowly, the mass gaining a recognizable form within moments. First, Alucard's finely chiseled face and slim jaw, followed by his broad shoulders and slender upper-torso, finally, his long legs. Color returned to his trench coat and suit, and he smiled at Aya, his head rolling back in laughter as his hands met his hips.
The Vampire did not utter a word as in one, two steps he was within inches of Aya, grinning widely. He hadn't known what possessed him to do this. He had been losing control of himself as of late. Ever since he had tasted it, he found himself constantly wanting to suck the punk's blood. It was quite unlike him to ever do something such as this without reason – or need. Perhaps he needed rest himself, a rest that was not on an airplane – but in his sanctuary, his coffin. Though, at the moment, such notions did not pass his mind. No, he hungered for Aya – that was all that mattered.
Violet eyes stared up at Alucard, quite surprised by his entrance. The assassin had not been expecting to see the Vampire materialize from thin air, and so he was caught off guard. He recomposed himself swiftly, in the midst of stretching and popping the kinks out of his neck.
"What do you want?" he asked, contemplating for a moment that such a question didn't even need to be voiced.
Irate, he pushed away the images that had veiled his eyes the night before, twisting his emotions into a confused and tangled knot. First he had remembered his weakness, Aya-Chan, recalled the last time he had seen her awake. And then Alucard had been on his brain for the rest of the night until he had fallen asleep. Was the Vampire truly forming into a second weakness for him? He loathed to consider the idea, Alucard annoyed him too much for him to be genuinely attracted to him, or so that was what Aya was trying to convince himself of - and not very well it seemed. It did however, keep him from making any advances towards the dark-haired man. No, if Alucard wanted something from Aya, he'd have to instigate it. And though Aya told himself that he would resist, and that anything Alucard did would be forced upon him, somewhere within his being he knew he would not fight his feelings for the man standing before him.
He paused for a moment, eyes staring down at the bed. Hold on a moment. Had he just said feelings? No, no. He had meant he would not resist his lust... Right? A Freudian slip, perhaps, but even that did not make sense. Because it would mean that somewhere in him, he actually cared for Alucard, and that was completely irrational. He hated the man! No, that was a lie, he told himself silently. He was doing a poor job of convincing himself of anything, and so he turned his eyes back up at Alucard, awaiting his answer.
The Vampire looked at Aya, a deeply amused, almost excited look in his eyes. Of course he had loved frightening the young man, but it did not mean that it was all he had come for. No, he was most certainly hungering for the punk once more, and would his answer be as simple as it had been before? And did all this seem truly irrational as it did just a moment ago? Alucard was not above being prone to irrationality, wise though he was. He could often reason with himself that anything was acceptable – for instance, killing humans – were it under his Master's orders. He began to think now, and was positive that if he informed Integra of the situation they had been in, that the enemies had attacked them first, that they had followed orders and gambled with their weak cards against Alucard... his actions would have been deemed more than acceptable.
And he let thoughts pass as a gloved hand reached out, gripping the dark cloth around Aya's neck, pulling the young man eye-level with Alucard (as he so loved to do). He moved forward once again, taking only two large strides, causing Aya's back to smack harshly against the bedroom wall. The Vampire pressed him harder against the wall and moved his face close to the young man's, fiery red pools daring to set alight to the cold purple mirrors that they faced.
"What do you think, punk?" he asked, and, moved back, then forward with a startling agility, slamming Aya into the wall once more. "Must we go through this every time?"
Alucard's expression appeared almost twisted with fury, if it were not insanity that were truly the culprit for his appearance.
His voice was deep, commanding, nearly inhuman as he growled into the redhead's face, "I'm HUNGRY."
A slender brow flickered up, violet eyes staring into Alucard's. He had tensed his muscles in preparation for the wall behind him, and as such had suffered little damage from the impact.
"And I'm the only person you want to leech off of?" he inquired, voice mildly irritated.
The question was if the irritation was directed towards the Vampire or himself. Possibly it was the latter, as he leaned his head to the side, amethyst orbs narrowing slightly before they disappeared behind closed lids.
A thought occurred to him that he possibly should have taken off his shirt, but with Alucard gripping it, he wouldn't have gotten very far.
"You're insatiable," he muttered.
And I'm still unable to resist you. Aya thought to himself bitterly. What was it about Alucard that managed to bypass his resolve that had always been so solid before? It was probably too late now to say no, and did he honestly expect the man to accept that as an answer? Aya allowed his body to relax slightly against the wall, chest rising and falling with steady breaths. Soon, it wouldn't be so rhythmic.
Alucard did not respond to Aya's snide remark, and instead, pressed his hips against the young man's own, to hold him in place against the wall as fluid maneuvers of his hands worked off Aya's shirt. He kept his pelvis in line with the redhead's own, now pinning him in place as one hand cradled the young man's head, gloved fingers weaving through the red tresses as he gripped it with a startling gentleness. His other hand rested on the punk's side, soft fabric applying a warm touch to the alabaster flesh. Wild ruby gems gazing with lust at the bruised and battered neck, Alucard wasted not one trivial moment and sunk his sharp, white canines into the flesh of the young man, having found a new spot away from the previous few, the fresh wound brimming with crimson at the rims.
Soon the same essence began to flow from the spot, running rivers into Alucard's mouth. It had only been about a day since he last tasted the young man, and already he had hungered for him – though, he grew hungry for blood everyday... he supposed it did not matter. No, it certainly did not, he thought, as he buried his face deeper into the soft flesh, tongue licking and playing at the wound, inviting more blood to rush from it.
He felt a warm, comforting sensation fill his body as the scarlet fluids slid down his throat, and he grunted softly, his hips bucking and pressing into Aya's tighter, the grip he had on the redhead's body increasing for a short moment. He had grown to adore this ritual he had performed only a few times with Aya – each time, he felt as if the coppery fluids simply became more and more delectable, each time, every drop was begging to be devoured by Alucard, asking for his mouth. He obeyed their commands, aching to suck every vein and artery dry, but abstaining. He had only had this performed on him once – and once only. He could scarcely remember the emotion, but only could hope that it was as phenomenal as the one he was experiencing.
The pelvis pressed against his own gave Aya quite a clear reason why he couldn't possibly maintain his resolve. Granted, it was only one of several reasons, but it was the one he was currently concentrated on most. Unable to stop himself, his hands slid up Alucard's chest, resting on his shoulders beneath the vibrant red fabric of his trench. Eyes shut gently, he wondered with a bit of curiousity why Alucard was being so gentle. But he'd been like this before, and it had quickly turned into violence.
Fight or flight life be damned. There was no way he would be able to deny Alucard anything that he wanted (short from things that involved his sister). It would be useless to try to fight such urges. Primal lust, want for sex, why should he refuse himself these things? There would be time to sort out the mess of emotions he had bottling up within him, at which time he would be able to finally decide exactly how he felt for Alucard. If it was specifically just for the sex, or if Alucard had managed to penetrate that cold exterior in such a way that he had remained in it once Aya had rebuilt the frigid barrier, preventing the rest of the world from touching him. And if that was truly the case, then the Vampire was one of very few that had managed to get so close to him. Omi and Yohji had spent years working themselves into Aya's care, along side Aya-Chan, and possibly Alucard had managed to do so as well.
Alucard could help but bask in the glory as Aya yielded more and more blood for him. The punk's veins and arteries seemed to giving all they could to the Vampire, submitting themselves to his will as his tongue pressed again and again at the wound, lapping up the blood madly. The lust that grew in his eyes was swelling in other areas, and it showed as he pressed his groin tighter against Aya's, slowly grinding against the redhead's. He grinned as he drank, and with a stabbing motion his tongue dove into a hole his teeth had made, and blood surrounded it like a moat, giving Alucard a deep satisfaction from tasting his blood from all sides. He knew such maneuvers were painful for the... "victim," but Aya hadn't seemed to concerned with his abusive movements in the past (aside from choking him, of course).
The Vampire's body moved with each thrust his tongue made in the wound, gyrating his pelvis against Aya's, adjusting his grip on Aya's body, the hand on his side holding tighter than it had before, and if not for the gloves, his fingernails would have begun to prick the sides of the smooth, ivory skin. He felt a shudder overcome him, and taking his hands away from Aya for only a second, he removed his gloves and allowed his trench coat to slide from his shoulders, leaving him in a black business suit, much like the one he had worn to Japan. Alucard's hands immediately resumed their places, still gripping tighter, his fingernails now able to mark the flesh on the young man's sides. As blood continued to flood his mouth, the sharp, metallic taste stinging at his cheeks, he grew more aroused – both for blood, and for Aya himself.
Aya could hardly suppress a moan as his growing erection ground against Alucard's. With man's waking reflex, it hadn't taken much to draw Aya into the well of desire. Pained as his neck was, he seemed to disregard it, focused upon the strange pleasure he got from it, and from the proximity of the older man's body to his.
Strange... Why did he feel as if someone was watching them? Invading upon their privacy, not with eyes but ears? A momentary lapse in memory had bid him forget of the transmitter still tucked safely away into his right ear.
Ivory fingers traced down from Alucard's broad shoulders, questing over the chest and abdomen covered by clothes. Clothes that Aya did not wish to be in the way of his hands, and with that thought in mind, he worked at the buttons, head still tilted to the side to provide the Vampire with sustenance. Yes, this is what he wanted. Beyond the rebel in him that screamed to maintain its dominance, a great deal of his entirety yearned - craved - to be dominated. Too long had he stayed tough and strong in the face of the world, so much that he allowed himself to weaken within the presence of one.
As the Vampire felt the punk's own growing desire, he only pressed harder against the young man, his hand clenching tighter at Aya's side, and Alucard forgot his strength for but a second, and the grip became a grip so strong it would add to the bruises along his upper torso. The Vampire grunted lightly again, pulling his hands away from the redhead, supporting him with only his pelvis once more, stripping himself of the jacket and unbuttoning his high-collared white shirt, the bright red tie following. He did not feel as if Aya could finish the job adequately nor quickly enough, and as such, as soon as he was done, all upper-garments shed, both hands clasped Aya's sides.
His lips tingled, and his tongue writhed in the pleasurable taste of Aya's blood, but he found himself reluctantly wrenching away, leaving the blood to trickle down the milky skin, the deep crimson of the fluid a bright mark against the pale flesh. Alucard licked his lips, stained scarlet from blood, and he forced Aya's head towards his, a rough grip on the young man's chin as he kissed him deeply, the en-sanguined tongue delving deeply into the mouth. The Vampire's kiss was hard and demanding, his eyes drawn tightly closed in passion, his hips still rotating against the redhead's, the rough grip on the chin still remaining as he kissed him. Blood from Aya's neck trickled past his thumb, the hand that was holding to the punk's sides, and at the warmth of the liquid combined with the kiss, the taste that still lingered in Alucard's mouth, and the feeling of his erection being rubbed against Aya's (even through fabric), he could not suppress a moan himself, his entire body quaking softly as pleasure encompassed his body.
Whether Alucard got rid of the clothes or Aya did, it did not matter to the assassin as long as they were gone. It allowed his hands to roam and caress the naked expanse of flesh, touches light and feather-y. Jaw caught in a position from which he could not move his face, Aya pressed back into the kiss, tongue meeting with the Vampire's, twisting and dancing about it. A demanding kiss that Aya responded to at first softly, before upgrading to a much fiercer mindset.
Hands once gentle now rubbed over the muscles, smoothing over the skin roughly with wanton abandon. Lips and hands preoccupied, he used one foot to shove off the boot on the other (he had put them back on after dressing). That accomplished, he repeated the process, ridding himself of socks as well.
Still, he could not shake the feeling that they were not alone, as they should be in such intimacies. Brushing away the thought, he allowed his mind to focus upon the one pressed against him, and with little effort he slipped his legs around Alucard, groin rocking against Alucard's throwing him into a half-mindless passion. Why was it that whenever Alucard fed from him, something happened to the effect of this? Or at least into something affectionate. The night before, cleaning his mouth of blood had practically turned into a make-out session, and other such times had resulted in mind-blowing sex. However, it was not as if he could complain...
Appreciating the touches Aya applied to his skin, Alucard broke the kiss for a moment to nuzzle the assassin, licking at the dried blood that surrounded the wound, scraping it from the skin. He knew that at this moment, would he have needed to do it, his breath would be coming from him in hard, ragged puffs, the arousal creeping across his body causing a familiar ache to return to his loins. As if it hadn't been there previously – but it was an ache that could soon turn to pain should he suppress it for too long a time. He muttered something under his breath as he gripped the assassin's thighs that had assumed their new position around his waist.
He held them firmly, but not so firm that he was not able to stroke and massage the limbs. Back and forth he slid his hands across Aya's thighs, and once again, Alucard's mouth had found the wound, licking and sucking at it, noting that he would need to clean the blood that had fallen down the bare chest of the redhead. He figured that soon, the slacks would need to be removed, and as such, one hand set to work at the button, and slowly sliding down the zipper. Although, it did not do him much good, with the thighs wrapped around his waist it would be difficult for him to shuck the garment. His mouth pressed against the young man's ear, his breath hot on Aya's flesh.
"Get rid of your pants, punk," he mumbled, a bit of huskiness within his voice.
A shiver ran down Aya's spine, the voice and breath upon his ear drowning him further in desire and passion. It appeared Alucard had found one of the redhead's erogenous zones.
"Always making demands," the young man accused, though his voice held no inflection as it usually did.
The long limbs unwound from about the man's waist, and his hands abandoned the olive light skin to remove his lower garments. It felt great to be free of such constrictions, and though he was tempted to return to his earlier position, he figured the Vampire would need to take off his pants as well, and his legs would be in the way.
The assassin rested against the wall, Alucard's hands still holding him suspended from the ground, as his hands found their way back to their previous engagements, tracing over the columns of muscle, traveling down to assist in removing the remaining pair of pants.
Very quietly, he heard in intake of breath in his ear, and was at once on guard about it. Where had it come from? He considered it, before taking notice of the lips still against his ear, and he attributed it to the Vampire. There was no one else in the room to make the sound, so it had to be Alucard, unless he had inhaled without realizing it.
The Vampire licked his lips once more as he realised that Aya had dropped more than just his slacks. He pressed a firm hand against the redhead's chest, Alucard pinning him to the wall with sheer strength, and he swatted the punk's hand away for a moment. Soon, Alucard's lower garments joined Aya's on the floor, and he grinned widely, his eyes gleaming with mischief. One at a time, he wrapped the assassin's legs around his waist, positioning Aya so that their cocks were nearly touching. Alucard grasped Aya's wrist, hovering the young man's hand around his erection, slowly dragging a finger up the shaft. Alucard nearly groaned at the sensation that shot up his spine, eyes widening and mouth falling slack for but a moment, and gently wrapped the hand around his shaft, moving forward to press his lips to the young man's neck once more.
If he shifted his hips just so, he knew that their members would meet, something they had yet to do, but did not know if he should save the movement for later. Instead, he continued to lap up the hot blood that still flowed from the wound, knowing that more would flow if the punk's heart began to beat faster. He desired for something such as that – for an increased rhythm, for a quicker, more intense pounding of the muscle.
The Vampire thought of the heart, and how in one time he had impaled a woman just so that her heart was forced through her mouth, stuck from the very tip of the pole. He remembered how the organ had steamed and pulsed due to the nerves, and how it dripped with the sweet crimson essence it had once pumped through the body. This thought only aggravated his lust for Aya, and it rose in a giant wave as his hands traveled the swell of Aya's chest, thumbs roughly caressing the tiny circles of raised flesh, his mouth sucking more vigorously at the wound.
Alucard was on the right track to quick Aya's pulse, for the contact with the Vampire's erection did just that. He'd been right to say that Alucard's want for blood was insatiable, though it might come as quite a surprise that it was mostly an insatiable want for his blood now. However, being the mortal that he was, how was he supposed to know that his blood was sweeter than the average?
One hand rubbing over Alucard's cock gently, his other wandered over the man's arm, before moving up to act as a comb to the ebony tresses.
With the closeness of Alucard's member, his own ached to be fondled, or to at least touch with the other. For the moment it was neglected, as the redhead pleasured the older male, head leaning forward slightly. The shift consequently summoned forth more blood to the wound Alucard had made. It was hard to believe he was willing to give up more of the very thing that kept him living, but he would force the Vampire away when he felt he was getting too weak from the loss of blood. And Alucard seemed much more considerate of the fact that he could die, or so the assassin thought for now - after all, the man hadn't tried to rip through the stitches on his shoulder, though the bandage was still securely wrapped about them.
Alucard shuddered slightly in Aya's touch, and sucked harder, a feeling of admiration rising for the young man who was so willingly giving his own life force to Alucard's mouth. No drop slid down his throat without its taste being thoroughly praised by his tongue. Mouthfuls and mouthfuls passed into him and he still felt as it was not an adequate amount. Why was he pushing his hunger to the limit? Not even with the immortals he had lingered on with had blood that tasted as Aya's did. He could not figure the quality about it that made it absolutely delicious – almost addictive. And he found the thought fleeting, so Alucard continued to guzzle the scarlet fluids, relaxing his thoughts. His hips had moved only slightly when he adjusted the view he had on Aya's neck, and with that, their cocks touched, and at the sensation, Alucard felt shivers crawl up his spine like tiny spiders. He groaned, the sound muffled by the fact that his mouth was occupied by the punk's neck.
At this, he began to shift his body so that the members would rub against each other, back and forth, up and down, sending electric pulses of pleasure through the Vampire's body. His body ached for more than this, for more than simple groping, or rubbing, or caressing. No, he decided he desired to be inside Aya's body – and at that moment, he also decided that there would be no lubrication, as he would certainly not allow the redhead to escape his grasp. Without a word, the dark-haired man shifted his position once again, and within moments, his cock was slowly, gently entering the assassin, savoring the sweet, hot tightness of Aya's body, the grip unable to be experienced when using lubricant.
Alucard's head fell back as he held onto the young man even tighter, his eyes fluttering in delight, a soft moan escaping him as slowly, he pulled out, and yet again, he was pushing forward gently, knowing that this pace and Aya's body alone (though Aya's body was quite satisfactory all the same) would not achieve a release.
Aya himself did not know that his blood was so much different from that of your average human. How could he possibly realize that what made himself and his sister so unique made them an exquisite feed for the Undead? And more than that, a target for the plots of Schwarz - no, the target of a group much more evil than they. Estet. DNA, and the oddities that resided in only few were not things Aya was fully aware of - he only knew that Aya-Chan did not age while comatose, and that the condition had been passed onto him through her blood, even if no other knew of it.
Aya's body hardened as Alucard entered him, unaccustomed to the discomfort from lack of lubrication. His head rolled back, sparks of pain and pleasure shuddering through his body as a moan escaped his lips. It hurt, he wouldn't deny that, but one could expect nothing less. Surely, however, his body relaxed into the gentle thrusts, and his hips rolled against Alucard as if to tell him the pace could stand to gain speed. The careful way the Vampire moved within him was enough to drive him nearly insane, and he craved to be put out of his mind instead by harder, rougher sex. It was the way the redhead liked it, you could say. Softness could only get them so far. With his hands lost in Alucard's hair, he leaned his head forward, pressing his lips to the other's - a kiss that held no softness but more a demand for urgency.
As the redhead's lips were planted against his, a cocky grin form on Alucard's lips, slightly concealed by the kiss, but with the same urgent passion that resided within Aya, the Vampire kissed him back, pressing him tighter against the wall as gradually, the rhythm his hips had begun to take quickened, each time pounding into Aya's body harder, and faster, the pulse of their bodies connecting increasing as it had before. His cock was nearly constricted by the tight chambers of the punk's body, but every second contained more bliss for his body. As he kissed the young man, he found that Aya's lips were relatively useful for softening the sounds of moans, and grunts as he thrust inside the redhead. Alucard felt almost tempted to give Aya the fucking of his life, what with demand he had placed in the kiss.
He also was assured that if he tried this, the results would either be immense pain or immense pleasure or both. So far, he had certainly done his number on the assassin, but it was simply no where near what Alucard could inflect on him. There were so many doors left unopened, so many things he had yet to try, but somewhere inside his sick, twisted being, Alucard felt as if he should abstain from such an urge – as he did not want to drive the redhead from him forever (that is, drive him away from having sex with him), because most humans could simply not appreciate the experience of a true fucking by the immortal.
The last time he had tried it, the result had not been well, and in the end, it had simply turned into rape, which of course, sat perfectly fine on his conscience. So, with that resolve, he merely continued as all humans would, and while it was most definitely not a necessity for him (he had gone so long without it, after all), he tried to recall the last time he had released his self completely during sex.
Could it be that Aya felt almost as if Alucard was holding back? Yes, he was certain of it, and though he wasn't sure if he wanted to know exactly what he was holding back, it did not take away from the fact that he was curious about it. But, then why did he feel disappointed that he wasn't receiving Alucard's all? It hadn't been the first time he considered that the older man was retaining something, but for some reason it particularly bothered him today. Maybe because their fucking was truly raw this time, without something such as lubrication to pave an easier path for his pain, which was not so great to make him completely uncomfortable.
Lips still locked against Alucard's, he continued to kiss him, concentrated fire in his tongue as he pressed his eyes shut. His arms tightened about the man, and after several more moments he pulled back his head to take a breath of air. Fervent violet eyes gazed at the Vampire, mouth working to speak. It was now or never that he dared him to step it up a notch. Was he truly ready for such a thing? If he got too close to the fire, he was bound to get burned... Provoking some sort of beast in Alucard could possibly be a danger to him...
"You're holding back," he forced the words out, past the conviction that told him not to do it.
Surprised at how well the young man was able to tell, Alucard grinned widely, traces of blood still evident on his bright white canines. His expression almost appeared haughty, or overly-confident, but it was simply a slight variation of the twisted smile he always wore, offset by arousal. The Vampire pressed his face close to Aya's, his eyes twinkling with a certain type of malevolence, one that was only evident in a sadist's gaze.
"You want to be truly screwed by a Vampire?" he asked.
He did not wait for a reply, only paused, and continued, "Then I shall show you what it is like for us Midians..."
Alucard pulled away, mumbling words under his breath, the only ones decipherable even to a close ear being something dealing with "control art restriction." As he finished, he turned his gaze back to the violet pools, his red orbs brimming with madness as eyes began to appear his body, which was slowly turning black. His arms formed into harmless black flames, stretching out Aya's arms like a cross, sealing them against the wall by the wrist.
Two other appendages made from the same material came from his body, suspending Aya's legs in the air by the ankle, the strength of the heatless dark fire almost startling, inflicting pain due to the strength. The only thing that remained even remotely the same was Alucard's lower torso, which now looked as if his legs had been engulfed by the flames, tendrils of the dark fire licking at the air around them. What was now being forced into Aya at speeds even faster and harder than the previous experiences was simply a thick, hard darkness, and from the mass of black that was now level with the redhead's face appeared an open mouth, complete with two sets of sharp, point fangs, and a long tongue hanging from the opening.
Two blood-red eyes opened from the dark matter, a familiar psychotic gaze – Alucard's. His tongue slid up and down Aya's neck, at times passing his ear, fangs pricking at the flesh, sinking in deeply to a place near the shoulder wound, drawing blood wildly. The tongue drove deeply into the wounds, the fangs biting again, and again. In this state, the Vampire would be unable to stop until he had climaxed, regardless of the punk's reaction to his state. Such a frightening appearance was what had turned the last encounter in this state into rape, and if Aya did not enjoy the experience... it was simply his problem.
Well, Aya had certainly not wanted Alucard to hold back - as Crawford always did when they fought. The transformation had riveted the redhead, but he refused to wince against the pain clasping his limbs into place. He had felt worse. Explosions throwing him into splintered trees, for instance. The senseless beatings he had received from Schwarz, they possibly had prepared him for this encounter. It did not take away from the fact that it hurt, never the less. As Alucard, or what had been, pounded into him endlessly, he could not escape it... Nor, strangely, did he want to. He had brought this upon himself, he had in no uncertain terms asked for it. He would not beg for reprieve, and beyond the pain that his body was taking, there was an undeniable sense of pleasure that shuddered through him, grounding his very being.
Heart beating rapidly, he turned his head to the side, eyes closed tightly as he felt his blood being drawn towards the mouth bidding it come to the surface. The alabaster chest rose and fell heavily, his breath coming out in pants as he drew in deep gulps of air. A hushed moan escaped him, resonating from somewhere deep within, beyond the surfaces Alucard had managed to dominate in their previous sex experiences.
Strange, however, was how he could feel his life being drawn from him, but he seemed not to actually weaken beyond some certain point. It was as if his body could only be taken to a set point before it became, in some sense, invincible...
A thought struck him, and as the violet pools snapped open, he craned his neck, forcing more of the scarlet fluid to gush to the wound Alucard's mouth had occupied.
This! This was Fujimiya blood, what it could do! The concept he had been unable to grasp in his sister's condition, he finally understood. She did not age because the blood would not allow her - it was preserving her life, just as his was doing. Years of exchanging blood with her had afflicted him with that same ability (or perhaps, like Aya-Chan, he had been born with it, though there could be no evidence to it now).
The thought was shoved into the back of his mind - left for a time when he was actually in his right state of self - as his erection throbbed incessantly, body caught between pain and passion, equally deep. The two should not have been able be combined into one, but it had been managed.
The Vampire was manhandling the redhead, but it was certainly the way he liked it, if Aya didn't. Yes, to command his partner with such force, to shove their bodies into a deep entwinement of pain and pleasure was something enjoyed with the utmost passion. The fangs, like tiny stakes carved from ivory, plunged into Aya's shoulder again, and again, drawing more and more blood. From the dark mass an appendage slithered, wrapped around Aya's cock with a gentle grip, sliding up and down with more adroitness than Alucard's hand exhibited, the tiny tendrils of dark flame flicking playfully and teasingly at the assassin's erection, sliding up and down the shaft, quick pulses of pressure applied as it did so. And again, and again, and again the Vampire slammed into Aya, the thick hard blackness pulsing wildly in absolute pleasure.
Alucard was thrilled that Aya had not screamed, or attempted (with predictably poor results) to escape. No, he simply accepted it, and confident though Alucard was, having someone refuse you in sex did dent you. For Alucard, it may have been a simple passing blow, one that healed instantly, but there was a certainly ache of pride for that short moment when the woman had started to scream in horror. And when she had, he still enjoyed it all the same, perhaps even reveled in the absolute terror that graced her screeches. Though, while he had enjoyed it, he did prefer not to rape his lovers – consensual was much easier. Having the redhead give himself to this, being the stubborn, seemingly "in-control" man that Aya was, was completely divine. It only aroused the Vampire more, the thought of this. With obvious reluctance he moved what was his face, encompassed in darkness, and began to kiss the young man, tongue snaking into the mouth, winding itself around Aya's tongue, pressing into every nook and cranny, a ravenous passion, the wild fucking never ceasing.
Oh, but Aya was quite still in charge of his body, as he had discovered only moments before. And his body had his best interests in mind, of that he was certain. Shuddering with the passion of their joining, at the soft touch against his member, he returned the kiss with eager want. It wasn't part of Aya's mindset to try to escape something he had pushed himself into. Whether he was enjoying this or not - and he was - he would not cry out for mercy. A moan tried to rise, but it got no farther than his lips, and his eyes fell shut again.
Sweat dripped down his body, glistening sinfully upon his ivory skin. He would not be able to hold out for much longer. No, he could feel his being swelling in his abdomen, becoming increasingly unbearable and driving him to the brink of pleasurable insanity. He did not know if he would ever do this again with Alucard, but this once - it was where Heaven met Hell, and combined to create a sinfully delicious ecstasy. Such a sharp contrast constituted an equally as sharp analogy. His body shook, screaming for the release that was only just out of his reach. So close... He could feel it, but not yet. Just a few more painfully passionate thrusts, and he would be done for.
Alucard could feel it trembling within him, the pulling of his lower-stomach (or, what would be his stomach). It stretched across him, like a warm wash of ocean, reaching to the corners of his body. The Vampire shook inwardly, as his body was somewhat incapable of shaking. The bliss was reaching unheard of amounts, and yet, he was not finished. He had yet to release, and became increasingly frustrated with the fact, and thrust even harder and faster than he had before, until suddenly, it came upon him, wrenching a deep moan from within his body, muffled from the intense kiss. He felt the pleasure encompass him like a powerful rush of water, spilling to every fingertip... well, it would have, it they were not flames at the moment.
His essence erupted into the young man's body, the darkness within Aya slowing, the flame-like mist around Alucard's body calming. The elder man shook about his hair, which had grown to lengths that fell to his knees as his body. The sweeping sable waterfalls fell obediently into a place they had never been until his transformation into his more human form, the bright scarlet optics flickering to Aya's own eyes, a smirk playing on his lips.
Needless to say, Aya had erupted only moments before the Vampire did, his orgasm possibly harder than any one he had ever had previous. Certainly it would be a memorable experience for him, and his body would not soon let him forget it... The bruises upon his wrists and ankles, the tender soreness in his ass - no, scratch that, it hurt incredibly, but he would bear it and put it from his mind.
Violet pools gazed back at Alucard, beads of sweat slipping down the alabaster cheeks, which still maintained a gentle flush of pink. Deep breaths poured forth from his lips, and his chest heaved several times with effort, before slowly to a slightly more standard rhythm, only slightly still erratic. He did not regret asking for what Alucard was holding back, of that he was positive. Unsure what to say after such a thing, or even if his voice would work properly, he remained silent - striving to catch his breath and completely recompose himself.
The Vampire released the young man entirely, abruptly letting him fall to the floor, noting it probably hurt incredibly to hit the ground after just getting fucked as he did. However, Alucard cared not, throwing his hair about his body like a thick black curtain and turning away from the assassin. He certainly felt pleased with himself, that much was sure, though that was simply the only thought that could occur within his mind, still returning from the burst of power and sexual pleasure. Had it truly been so long since he had sex like this? The Vampire could not fathom at the time – he was still too happy with his own accomplishments. He knew that in moments, his hair would shrink to its normal length, but for the moment, before he finally locked the control art restrictions once more, he admired it.
The ebony tresses were long, wavy, though due to the length they were, the waves were stretched out in such gentle swells it looked simply straight. Running a hand through it, he realised that he needed a shower, and turned to look at the punk, who would most likely request one as well. He had dashed for one the other times. He knew well that within the room was a connected shower room as well, and with a languid step, he walked towards the door, a sharp jerk on a knob, forcing the door to the shower room open.
He smiled confidently, perhaps a bit condescendingly, and said, "The shower room is here. I'll assume you want to take one... though, if you do, you'll have to join me."
The Vampire's eyes flashed wickedly. He was certainly feeling cockier than usual.
It seemed for a moment as if Aya had drifted away into an ethereal void, gaze concentrated on the ground, but not precisely at it. It was almost as if he sat in a coma upon the floor, and moments drifted by slowly, his blood pumping rapidly to possibly usher him back into full liveliness. Several minutes ticked by before he finally jerked awake, eyes wide with surprise before they returned to their usual cold luster. Slowly he pulled himself up, using the wall to balance himself. One hand tenderly moved to the bites near his healing wound, fingers running through the warm fluid still located there.
The epiphany he had during sex had returned to him, and he took a moment to consider what it meant. In some way, like Alucard, was he immortal? Was it possible for blood to contain such a chemical? No matter, if it seemed outrageous or impossible, it had happened. Any normal person would have died from such blood loss, especially with how freely he gave it. Yes, somehow, his body would not empty itself entirely of blood, and it protected him from certain death. He crossed the room to join Alucard, glancing up at him in silence. He did desire a shower, and if he had to take it with the man, so be it. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen every inch of the man anyway.
"Then, I'll join you," he returned, voice startling as cool as it always was.
It seemed his semi-coma had given him a bit of strength.
Alucard grinned at Aya's agreement, and ushered the young man into the room, closing the door tightly behind them. He turned to face Aya, hair still tossed carelessly across his shoulders, smirking. He twisted the handle, hot water pouring from the shower head at high pressures. The smirk remained as he tossed his hair back over his shoulders gloriously. He took Aya's hand, crimson pools boring into the cold, silent mirrors. He pulled the young man close to his body, so their bodies touched from the top of their chests to the bottom of their stomachs. Gingerly, he led Aya into the shower, the room a small, tight square, only just enough room for the both of them. He sealed the door, licking his lips as he did so.
The water was nearly scorching, but the Vampire relaxed as he felt it against his back, loosening all his muscles that had grown taught from clenching and flexing and moving so often. He pulled his hands through his hair, still not willing to lock the control art restrictions and bring his hair back to normal – which meant that his powers were still in access as well. Tiny rivers formed on his chest and flowed over him, zigzagging across his stomach and groin, flowing down his legs. The Vampire looked completely majestic with the water against him, soaking him, the steam that rose from the heat creating an almost ethereal feel – and it was simply a shower! He looked at Aya, smiling, his head rolling back in content.
Aya was slowly beginning to relax, eyes gazing with a certain amount of admiration at Alucard. No matter how often he saw the lean expanse of olive flesh, it was something he might never grow tired of seeing. As the water splashed against him, a stream of liquid red traveled down his chest, cleaning away his new wound as he slowly stripped off the bandage hiding his stitches from the world. As such, his fingers slowly traced over the forming bruises on his waist, examining them with an expert eye. It was something he did standardly when he washed, and just because Alucard was with him didn't mean he would shed the habit. The process took him only a few minutes, before he turned his attention back to the man he was closely pressed against.
With a light touch he brushed his fingers over Alucard's shoulder, hand disappearing into the black mass of hair. He leaned forward slightly, lips kissing over Alucard's jaw bone lingeringly. Strangely, he had never showered with another. The act had always been exclusively himself alone, and so this was yet another new experience for him. Not quite as enthralling as the last, but never the less enough to urge him to cherish it - though he would never let someone know that he did such a thing.
"I... I can't believe we just heard that..." a low voice said, shocked and awed. "Shh! He'll be able to hear us talking!" another reprimanded in a low voice, all coming from his right ear.
"It's likely that since he's taking a shower, he won't be able to hear us," a female voice reasoned, and each seemed quite... Familiar to the redhead.
A sliver-thin brow twitched, as he pulled back from Alucard slightly.
"It's nice to know we have an audience," he announced dryly.
"Crap, he heard us," Yohji cursed, and Omi's nervous laugh sounded in his mind.
"Sorry, Aya, we didn't mean to listen in, we just wanted to see how you were doing."
Aya's brows furrowed lightly, free hand touching his ear.
"I see, and now you know how and what I've been doing since I woke up. For the record, my sex life is not Kritiker business," he added. finger tapping a small button to shut the damn ear piece off.
If they hadn't know he'd been getting screwed before, they certainly knew it now and had proof of the fact. Distinctly he felt as if more than Yohji, Manx, and Omi were listening in, and later he would take time to interrogate them. A memorable shower indeed!
Alucard chuckled, his grin widening.
"That's amusing," he mumbled, voice low and deep. "But I'm sure they enjoyed hearing you squeal," he added, emphasizing "squeal" with a wicked overtone.
He knew he had. In fact, he had more than enjoyed it – he had reveled in every little whimper the young man had made. Licking his lips once more, he eased himself away from the redhead, distancing their bodies only a little. He decided now was a good as time as any to shampoo his hair, and grabbed the bottle, squeezing a large amount of the lotion into his hand, as he possessed a large amount hair. He took a short amount of time washing his hair, as he knew it would shrink to normal size when he commanded it to be so. The Vampire now quickly took to washing his body, making sure to take his sweet time with that, sub-consciously wanting to put on something of a show for Aya.
His hand wore gloves of white suds as he slowly slid it up and down his body, his eyes not leaving the assassin's. Alucard's gaze was close to a seductive, confident stare, challenging the punk to come closer. The red eyes were set off by the droplets of water that dotted his face, the light hitting the water and consequently, causing the pools to gleam and shimmer like the rubies that they were. His mouth was open only slightly, his lips appearing pouty, fangs barely able to be seen. Alucard looked almost amused, and as his hands dipped dangerously low, he bent close to Aya's face and pressed a hard kiss on his lips, distracting the young man for that one moment. The kiss lingered on for countless moments, and when he pulled away, his hands were rubbing Aya's groin, slowly gliding up, until Alucard had relieved their proximity enough that his hands simply slid away.
Aya had planned - planned - to make a retort to the accusation that he had squealed, for he certainly hadn't! He'd only moaned... Several times, and there was no harm in that. However, the complaint died away on his lips as the violet-eyed assassin watched enraptured as Alucard cleaned himself. His eyes praised the hands that drifted over hard muscle, slathering it in a silky blanket of soap. He could let that grudge go... Yes, yes he definitely could, for he was much too distracted to think rationally of it.
And when the Vampire kissed him, he had responded blithely. Only to find those same sensuous digits playing over his groin. A gentle quiver of delight could not be suppressed, and he took one step forward. A hand lighted upon Alucard's shoulder as he leaned forward, face tilted up as his lips ghosted over the man's ear, nibbling and suckling gently as his tongue flickered over it softly. The unoccupied hand reached for the shampoo, picking it up as his body moved back, hand gliding against the wet flesh savoringly before it fell away from Alucard to palm a bit of the shampoo. Alabaster skin rippled, glistening muscles flexing as he reached to work the lather into his crimson locks, cleaning them diligently before he turned his back to Alucard, neck craned as he smoothed slender fingers through the red silk, washing it free of shampoo. Against his back roared the steamy torrent, shoulder blades acting as a waterfall, gracing his physique with thin rivers of scorching water.
Alucard allowed himself to admire the body of the young man for a moment, his gaze pulling away slowly. He turned in the steam, wet hair slapping at the backs of his legs. With a cruel grin, his hands were twisting knobs, and the hot water ceased on both of them, leaving them alone in steam that hung above their heads like a cloud created from their sensuality. However, the heat that remained was breath-halting, but Alucard hadn't to worry about such things. He didn't need to breathe, after all. The Vampire smiled.
"I think we're just about done now," he purred gently, allowing himself one last look at the perfect, slender body before him, seemingly carved from pearls.
The water on the pallid flesh refracted light, causing the skin to glow with an almost eerie quality. Despite the bruises on the sides and the damaged neck, the young man was a beautiful creature. The Vampire turned away, whispering a few words, and within moments his hair disintegrated into the air, disappearing as if nothing had been there, not even one long strand remaining.
What remained was the short, tousled cut, and he shook his head, relieved that the weight of the hair had disappeared. He turned out the door, quickly dressing himself, and once he had finally added his red trench coat, he turned to the redhead, hair still wet.
"I hope you enjoyed yourself tonight," he said to the redhead, his voice playful. "You know where to reach me should the need arise again," he cackled.
A wild grin turned his lips upwards, and he exited as he had came – through mist. His body turned black, falling from view, melting into the air. And as it happened, he found himself in his own chambers, his own coffin open. He had not gotten a good sleep since he left England. He had slept on the plane, true, but... Alucard found himself lying peacefully in his coffin, hidden away from sunlight and all other things to deal with the mortal world. Finally.
Aya dried himself, towel hanging about his shoulders as he watched Alucard vanish from sight, just as he had appeared earlier. Amethyst eyes were considering as he picked up his clothes, dressing back in the apparel. They'd been worn for perhaps ten minutes before Alucard had dismissed them to the floor. Irritably he pulled the transmitter from his ear, drying it though it was clearly water-proof. It would prevent any liquids getting into his ears to annoy him. As he completed the task, he slipped it back into its resting place, grudgingly turning it back on.
"Abyssinian to Kritiker," he began, voice dripping with contempt.
"You're still angry about earlier?" Manx commented, chuckling gently as he sat down on the bed, laptop resting against his folded legs.
"I think I should be," he countered, fingers pressing over the keys as he began to type. "How many were listening?" he inquired, cool gaze drifting over the screen as he opened databases.
"Aside from Yohji, Omi, and myself? Well. Birman; and Persia came in half way through."
He cocked his head to the side, "I figured as much."
The female let out an exasperated sigh. "Come on, Aya! You can't expect us to miss out on something like that. As far as we've seen, in the past several years, you've been an unemotional stone. That alone is the only proof we have that you're actually human, aside from your sister."
A frown set on the marble crafted face, hands pausing as he stared at the computer.
"I'm not so sure I am," he replied, almost inaudible.
"What?" Manx questioned, curious.
"Nothing," he answered, shutting his eyes. "Now limit the transmitter use to Kritiker business, good-bye."
She huffed, before agreeing and shut down the connection. With a troubled sigh he laid down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. He'd discovered something new about himself, and he was finally alone to contemplate it. Being that he shared Aya-Chan's blood, perhaps she could be spared from further torment if he only let Schwarz know... But, could this not be a weapon against them as well? How likely was it that they would expect him to share in his sister's immortality?
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Wasn't that gorgeous? Epiphanies during sex, that's certainly the best time to discover life altering things about yourself. XD! Hope you all enjoyed it. We certainly did! Aya was so totally asking for the raping of a lifetime, ne?
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When the songbirds had began their morning routine, Alucard decided that his eyes had tired of the sky, and turned back into the mansion. Integra was already awake, her suit crisp and pressed – she never was a person to waste time. She was observing the men at training – they too got up at the crack of dawn. He paid her no mind, passing her by to go to the cellar, and did not notice when she turned to look at him, her face stolid as always. He descended the steps, sauntering into his room, a large packet of transfusion blood laid out for him, carefully placed inside a bowl. Though, he was in no mood for such things. His satiation was dissipating rapidly, but he just did not feel the need to drink the packet.
Alucard knew the next assignment was dawning, much like the sun, but Integra had yet to call him.
The night had passed quickly, he thought. But that was one of few thoughts – they were scattered everywhere. It seemed he was unable to concentrate. He heard a rap on his door and turned on his heel to face it.
"Master...?" a young female voice called out. Seras.
"What is it, police girl?" he asked, opening the door for her and turning to sit down in a chair.
She stood humbly, dressed in a large pink night gown that, if not for her large breasts, would lay situated flat against her slim hips, which were covered by yellow shorts.
"There's someone else here," she stated simply.
The male Vampire nodded, not turning his gaze from hers.
"Yes. Fujimiya Aya," he replied, speaking the redhead's name for the second time in speech, third if one counted mentioning his last name to Walter.
"Why is he here?" she asked, resting a hand on the door.
"Because he's going to help us extinguish the FREAKs," he answered. "His organization is working with ours. Now go to sleep," he ordered.
Seras bowed, "Yes, my Master," and turned to leave.
Alucard turned his gaze upwards. He found himself having an urge to bother Aya once more. He could act on it, but figuring the punk was most likely in a slumber after his tiring day, he felt another streak of benevolence and figured perhaps it should be left until later. But, feeling an ache in his body for Aya's blood, he knew that his mind might change.
Leave it to Aya to fall asleep on the floor, instead of the bed. It hadn't been the first time, however. Often beds were just too comfortable, and last night he had felt the need to sleep against a hard, unforgiving floor. Perhaps it is why when he awoke with a start, his sister's name on his lips, he nearly collapsed back down. His body was rigid, his neck hurt. He was hungry, and he had a terrible taste in his mouth - remnants of last night.
Slowly he sat up again, this time carefully as he peeled off his shirt and pants. He rummaged through his things, selecting a change of clothes. He was reluctant to unpack - for in his mind that meant he was finally accepting the idea that he would be living here until his work was done but it needed to be done and so he did.
Dressed again, his hands soothed over his aching neck, and he finally sat himself down upon the bed, head bowed as he worked out the tension in his body. It was a common thing for him to do, for he was constantly in discomfort while he slept, almost always from nightmares. He could not remember his dreams from the night before, but it was of no consequence.
Violet eyes took a moment to consider the room. He hadn't spent much time observing it when he had been escorted there, having had other things to do and becoming preoccupied with his thoughts.
Aya did not usually sleep in. Ritually he got up every morning, showered and dressed for a day of work in the flower shop, eyes and ears always alert for signs of Kritiker - signs of a new mission to come. The days he did sleep in were the ones that followed intricate missions in which he'd gotten hurt. Speaking of injuries, he rolled up the sleeve of his shirt, inspecting the mark upon his arm, where Crawford had grazed him with a bullet. And then he checked his other wound, the one Alucard had ripped open. It was on its way to healing again, so long as the Vampire didn't take another whack at it.
Footsteps were coming from above – Alucard knew that Aya was awake, and smiled. He removed his hat, placing it over the bowl of medical blood. He didn't feel like walking – not now. Instead, his body began to fluctuate, solid parts wavering back and forth, turning black, his face blackening to mist, the rest of his body following. Soon, tendrils of dark mist began to trail into non-existence, his entire form disappearing within his quarters, not one hint of him left behind.
Simultaneously, as each bit of him dissolved, it appeared within Aya's room, reassembling themselves in Alucard's form, the deep, crimson eyes opening in the midst of the dark mist, slowly, the mass gaining a recognizable form within moments. First, Alucard's finely chiseled face and slim jaw, followed by his broad shoulders and slender upper-torso, finally, his long legs. Color returned to his trench coat and suit, and he smiled at Aya, his head rolling back in laughter as his hands met his hips.
The Vampire did not utter a word as in one, two steps he was within inches of Aya, grinning widely. He hadn't known what possessed him to do this. He had been losing control of himself as of late. Ever since he had tasted it, he found himself constantly wanting to suck the punk's blood. It was quite unlike him to ever do something such as this without reason – or need. Perhaps he needed rest himself, a rest that was not on an airplane – but in his sanctuary, his coffin. Though, at the moment, such notions did not pass his mind. No, he hungered for Aya – that was all that mattered.
Violet eyes stared up at Alucard, quite surprised by his entrance. The assassin had not been expecting to see the Vampire materialize from thin air, and so he was caught off guard. He recomposed himself swiftly, in the midst of stretching and popping the kinks out of his neck.
"What do you want?" he asked, contemplating for a moment that such a question didn't even need to be voiced.
Irate, he pushed away the images that had veiled his eyes the night before, twisting his emotions into a confused and tangled knot. First he had remembered his weakness, Aya-Chan, recalled the last time he had seen her awake. And then Alucard had been on his brain for the rest of the night until he had fallen asleep. Was the Vampire truly forming into a second weakness for him? He loathed to consider the idea, Alucard annoyed him too much for him to be genuinely attracted to him, or so that was what Aya was trying to convince himself of - and not very well it seemed. It did however, keep him from making any advances towards the dark-haired man. No, if Alucard wanted something from Aya, he'd have to instigate it. And though Aya told himself that he would resist, and that anything Alucard did would be forced upon him, somewhere within his being he knew he would not fight his feelings for the man standing before him.
He paused for a moment, eyes staring down at the bed. Hold on a moment. Had he just said feelings? No, no. He had meant he would not resist his lust... Right? A Freudian slip, perhaps, but even that did not make sense. Because it would mean that somewhere in him, he actually cared for Alucard, and that was completely irrational. He hated the man! No, that was a lie, he told himself silently. He was doing a poor job of convincing himself of anything, and so he turned his eyes back up at Alucard, awaiting his answer.
The Vampire looked at Aya, a deeply amused, almost excited look in his eyes. Of course he had loved frightening the young man, but it did not mean that it was all he had come for. No, he was most certainly hungering for the punk once more, and would his answer be as simple as it had been before? And did all this seem truly irrational as it did just a moment ago? Alucard was not above being prone to irrationality, wise though he was. He could often reason with himself that anything was acceptable – for instance, killing humans – were it under his Master's orders. He began to think now, and was positive that if he informed Integra of the situation they had been in, that the enemies had attacked them first, that they had followed orders and gambled with their weak cards against Alucard... his actions would have been deemed more than acceptable.
And he let thoughts pass as a gloved hand reached out, gripping the dark cloth around Aya's neck, pulling the young man eye-level with Alucard (as he so loved to do). He moved forward once again, taking only two large strides, causing Aya's back to smack harshly against the bedroom wall. The Vampire pressed him harder against the wall and moved his face close to the young man's, fiery red pools daring to set alight to the cold purple mirrors that they faced.
"What do you think, punk?" he asked, and, moved back, then forward with a startling agility, slamming Aya into the wall once more. "Must we go through this every time?"
Alucard's expression appeared almost twisted with fury, if it were not insanity that were truly the culprit for his appearance.
His voice was deep, commanding, nearly inhuman as he growled into the redhead's face, "I'm HUNGRY."
A slender brow flickered up, violet eyes staring into Alucard's. He had tensed his muscles in preparation for the wall behind him, and as such had suffered little damage from the impact.
"And I'm the only person you want to leech off of?" he inquired, voice mildly irritated.
The question was if the irritation was directed towards the Vampire or himself. Possibly it was the latter, as he leaned his head to the side, amethyst orbs narrowing slightly before they disappeared behind closed lids.
A thought occurred to him that he possibly should have taken off his shirt, but with Alucard gripping it, he wouldn't have gotten very far.
"You're insatiable," he muttered.
And I'm still unable to resist you. Aya thought to himself bitterly. What was it about Alucard that managed to bypass his resolve that had always been so solid before? It was probably too late now to say no, and did he honestly expect the man to accept that as an answer? Aya allowed his body to relax slightly against the wall, chest rising and falling with steady breaths. Soon, it wouldn't be so rhythmic.
Alucard did not respond to Aya's snide remark, and instead, pressed his hips against the young man's own, to hold him in place against the wall as fluid maneuvers of his hands worked off Aya's shirt. He kept his pelvis in line with the redhead's own, now pinning him in place as one hand cradled the young man's head, gloved fingers weaving through the red tresses as he gripped it with a startling gentleness. His other hand rested on the punk's side, soft fabric applying a warm touch to the alabaster flesh. Wild ruby gems gazing with lust at the bruised and battered neck, Alucard wasted not one trivial moment and sunk his sharp, white canines into the flesh of the young man, having found a new spot away from the previous few, the fresh wound brimming with crimson at the rims.
Soon the same essence began to flow from the spot, running rivers into Alucard's mouth. It had only been about a day since he last tasted the young man, and already he had hungered for him – though, he grew hungry for blood everyday... he supposed it did not matter. No, it certainly did not, he thought, as he buried his face deeper into the soft flesh, tongue licking and playing at the wound, inviting more blood to rush from it.
He felt a warm, comforting sensation fill his body as the scarlet fluids slid down his throat, and he grunted softly, his hips bucking and pressing into Aya's tighter, the grip he had on the redhead's body increasing for a short moment. He had grown to adore this ritual he had performed only a few times with Aya – each time, he felt as if the coppery fluids simply became more and more delectable, each time, every drop was begging to be devoured by Alucard, asking for his mouth. He obeyed their commands, aching to suck every vein and artery dry, but abstaining. He had only had this performed on him once – and once only. He could scarcely remember the emotion, but only could hope that it was as phenomenal as the one he was experiencing.
The pelvis pressed against his own gave Aya quite a clear reason why he couldn't possibly maintain his resolve. Granted, it was only one of several reasons, but it was the one he was currently concentrated on most. Unable to stop himself, his hands slid up Alucard's chest, resting on his shoulders beneath the vibrant red fabric of his trench. Eyes shut gently, he wondered with a bit of curiousity why Alucard was being so gentle. But he'd been like this before, and it had quickly turned into violence.
Fight or flight life be damned. There was no way he would be able to deny Alucard anything that he wanted (short from things that involved his sister). It would be useless to try to fight such urges. Primal lust, want for sex, why should he refuse himself these things? There would be time to sort out the mess of emotions he had bottling up within him, at which time he would be able to finally decide exactly how he felt for Alucard. If it was specifically just for the sex, or if Alucard had managed to penetrate that cold exterior in such a way that he had remained in it once Aya had rebuilt the frigid barrier, preventing the rest of the world from touching him. And if that was truly the case, then the Vampire was one of very few that had managed to get so close to him. Omi and Yohji had spent years working themselves into Aya's care, along side Aya-Chan, and possibly Alucard had managed to do so as well.
Alucard could help but bask in the glory as Aya yielded more and more blood for him. The punk's veins and arteries seemed to giving all they could to the Vampire, submitting themselves to his will as his tongue pressed again and again at the wound, lapping up the blood madly. The lust that grew in his eyes was swelling in other areas, and it showed as he pressed his groin tighter against Aya's, slowly grinding against the redhead's. He grinned as he drank, and with a stabbing motion his tongue dove into a hole his teeth had made, and blood surrounded it like a moat, giving Alucard a deep satisfaction from tasting his blood from all sides. He knew such maneuvers were painful for the... "victim," but Aya hadn't seemed to concerned with his abusive movements in the past (aside from choking him, of course).
The Vampire's body moved with each thrust his tongue made in the wound, gyrating his pelvis against Aya's, adjusting his grip on Aya's body, the hand on his side holding tighter than it had before, and if not for the gloves, his fingernails would have begun to prick the sides of the smooth, ivory skin. He felt a shudder overcome him, and taking his hands away from Aya for only a second, he removed his gloves and allowed his trench coat to slide from his shoulders, leaving him in a black business suit, much like the one he had worn to Japan. Alucard's hands immediately resumed their places, still gripping tighter, his fingernails now able to mark the flesh on the young man's sides. As blood continued to flood his mouth, the sharp, metallic taste stinging at his cheeks, he grew more aroused – both for blood, and for Aya himself.
Aya could hardly suppress a moan as his growing erection ground against Alucard's. With man's waking reflex, it hadn't taken much to draw Aya into the well of desire. Pained as his neck was, he seemed to disregard it, focused upon the strange pleasure he got from it, and from the proximity of the older man's body to his.
Strange... Why did he feel as if someone was watching them? Invading upon their privacy, not with eyes but ears? A momentary lapse in memory had bid him forget of the transmitter still tucked safely away into his right ear.
Ivory fingers traced down from Alucard's broad shoulders, questing over the chest and abdomen covered by clothes. Clothes that Aya did not wish to be in the way of his hands, and with that thought in mind, he worked at the buttons, head still tilted to the side to provide the Vampire with sustenance. Yes, this is what he wanted. Beyond the rebel in him that screamed to maintain its dominance, a great deal of his entirety yearned - craved - to be dominated. Too long had he stayed tough and strong in the face of the world, so much that he allowed himself to weaken within the presence of one.
As the Vampire felt the punk's own growing desire, he only pressed harder against the young man, his hand clenching tighter at Aya's side, and Alucard forgot his strength for but a second, and the grip became a grip so strong it would add to the bruises along his upper torso. The Vampire grunted lightly again, pulling his hands away from the redhead, supporting him with only his pelvis once more, stripping himself of the jacket and unbuttoning his high-collared white shirt, the bright red tie following. He did not feel as if Aya could finish the job adequately nor quickly enough, and as such, as soon as he was done, all upper-garments shed, both hands clasped Aya's sides.
His lips tingled, and his tongue writhed in the pleasurable taste of Aya's blood, but he found himself reluctantly wrenching away, leaving the blood to trickle down the milky skin, the deep crimson of the fluid a bright mark against the pale flesh. Alucard licked his lips, stained scarlet from blood, and he forced Aya's head towards his, a rough grip on the young man's chin as he kissed him deeply, the en-sanguined tongue delving deeply into the mouth. The Vampire's kiss was hard and demanding, his eyes drawn tightly closed in passion, his hips still rotating against the redhead's, the rough grip on the chin still remaining as he kissed him. Blood from Aya's neck trickled past his thumb, the hand that was holding to the punk's sides, and at the warmth of the liquid combined with the kiss, the taste that still lingered in Alucard's mouth, and the feeling of his erection being rubbed against Aya's (even through fabric), he could not suppress a moan himself, his entire body quaking softly as pleasure encompassed his body.
Whether Alucard got rid of the clothes or Aya did, it did not matter to the assassin as long as they were gone. It allowed his hands to roam and caress the naked expanse of flesh, touches light and feather-y. Jaw caught in a position from which he could not move his face, Aya pressed back into the kiss, tongue meeting with the Vampire's, twisting and dancing about it. A demanding kiss that Aya responded to at first softly, before upgrading to a much fiercer mindset.
Hands once gentle now rubbed over the muscles, smoothing over the skin roughly with wanton abandon. Lips and hands preoccupied, he used one foot to shove off the boot on the other (he had put them back on after dressing). That accomplished, he repeated the process, ridding himself of socks as well.
Still, he could not shake the feeling that they were not alone, as they should be in such intimacies. Brushing away the thought, he allowed his mind to focus upon the one pressed against him, and with little effort he slipped his legs around Alucard, groin rocking against Alucard's throwing him into a half-mindless passion. Why was it that whenever Alucard fed from him, something happened to the effect of this? Or at least into something affectionate. The night before, cleaning his mouth of blood had practically turned into a make-out session, and other such times had resulted in mind-blowing sex. However, it was not as if he could complain...
Appreciating the touches Aya applied to his skin, Alucard broke the kiss for a moment to nuzzle the assassin, licking at the dried blood that surrounded the wound, scraping it from the skin. He knew that at this moment, would he have needed to do it, his breath would be coming from him in hard, ragged puffs, the arousal creeping across his body causing a familiar ache to return to his loins. As if it hadn't been there previously – but it was an ache that could soon turn to pain should he suppress it for too long a time. He muttered something under his breath as he gripped the assassin's thighs that had assumed their new position around his waist.
He held them firmly, but not so firm that he was not able to stroke and massage the limbs. Back and forth he slid his hands across Aya's thighs, and once again, Alucard's mouth had found the wound, licking and sucking at it, noting that he would need to clean the blood that had fallen down the bare chest of the redhead. He figured that soon, the slacks would need to be removed, and as such, one hand set to work at the button, and slowly sliding down the zipper. Although, it did not do him much good, with the thighs wrapped around his waist it would be difficult for him to shuck the garment. His mouth pressed against the young man's ear, his breath hot on Aya's flesh.
"Get rid of your pants, punk," he mumbled, a bit of huskiness within his voice.
A shiver ran down Aya's spine, the voice and breath upon his ear drowning him further in desire and passion. It appeared Alucard had found one of the redhead's erogenous zones.
"Always making demands," the young man accused, though his voice held no inflection as it usually did.
The long limbs unwound from about the man's waist, and his hands abandoned the olive light skin to remove his lower garments. It felt great to be free of such constrictions, and though he was tempted to return to his earlier position, he figured the Vampire would need to take off his pants as well, and his legs would be in the way.
The assassin rested against the wall, Alucard's hands still holding him suspended from the ground, as his hands found their way back to their previous engagements, tracing over the columns of muscle, traveling down to assist in removing the remaining pair of pants.
Very quietly, he heard in intake of breath in his ear, and was at once on guard about it. Where had it come from? He considered it, before taking notice of the lips still against his ear, and he attributed it to the Vampire. There was no one else in the room to make the sound, so it had to be Alucard, unless he had inhaled without realizing it.
The Vampire licked his lips once more as he realised that Aya had dropped more than just his slacks. He pressed a firm hand against the redhead's chest, Alucard pinning him to the wall with sheer strength, and he swatted the punk's hand away for a moment. Soon, Alucard's lower garments joined Aya's on the floor, and he grinned widely, his eyes gleaming with mischief. One at a time, he wrapped the assassin's legs around his waist, positioning Aya so that their cocks were nearly touching. Alucard grasped Aya's wrist, hovering the young man's hand around his erection, slowly dragging a finger up the shaft. Alucard nearly groaned at the sensation that shot up his spine, eyes widening and mouth falling slack for but a moment, and gently wrapped the hand around his shaft, moving forward to press his lips to the young man's neck once more.
If he shifted his hips just so, he knew that their members would meet, something they had yet to do, but did not know if he should save the movement for later. Instead, he continued to lap up the hot blood that still flowed from the wound, knowing that more would flow if the punk's heart began to beat faster. He desired for something such as that – for an increased rhythm, for a quicker, more intense pounding of the muscle.
The Vampire thought of the heart, and how in one time he had impaled a woman just so that her heart was forced through her mouth, stuck from the very tip of the pole. He remembered how the organ had steamed and pulsed due to the nerves, and how it dripped with the sweet crimson essence it had once pumped through the body. This thought only aggravated his lust for Aya, and it rose in a giant wave as his hands traveled the swell of Aya's chest, thumbs roughly caressing the tiny circles of raised flesh, his mouth sucking more vigorously at the wound.
Alucard was on the right track to quick Aya's pulse, for the contact with the Vampire's erection did just that. He'd been right to say that Alucard's want for blood was insatiable, though it might come as quite a surprise that it was mostly an insatiable want for his blood now. However, being the mortal that he was, how was he supposed to know that his blood was sweeter than the average?
One hand rubbing over Alucard's cock gently, his other wandered over the man's arm, before moving up to act as a comb to the ebony tresses.
With the closeness of Alucard's member, his own ached to be fondled, or to at least touch with the other. For the moment it was neglected, as the redhead pleasured the older male, head leaning forward slightly. The shift consequently summoned forth more blood to the wound Alucard had made. It was hard to believe he was willing to give up more of the very thing that kept him living, but he would force the Vampire away when he felt he was getting too weak from the loss of blood. And Alucard seemed much more considerate of the fact that he could die, or so the assassin thought for now - after all, the man hadn't tried to rip through the stitches on his shoulder, though the bandage was still securely wrapped about them.
Alucard shuddered slightly in Aya's touch, and sucked harder, a feeling of admiration rising for the young man who was so willingly giving his own life force to Alucard's mouth. No drop slid down his throat without its taste being thoroughly praised by his tongue. Mouthfuls and mouthfuls passed into him and he still felt as it was not an adequate amount. Why was he pushing his hunger to the limit? Not even with the immortals he had lingered on with had blood that tasted as Aya's did. He could not figure the quality about it that made it absolutely delicious – almost addictive. And he found the thought fleeting, so Alucard continued to guzzle the scarlet fluids, relaxing his thoughts. His hips had moved only slightly when he adjusted the view he had on Aya's neck, and with that, their cocks touched, and at the sensation, Alucard felt shivers crawl up his spine like tiny spiders. He groaned, the sound muffled by the fact that his mouth was occupied by the punk's neck.
At this, he began to shift his body so that the members would rub against each other, back and forth, up and down, sending electric pulses of pleasure through the Vampire's body. His body ached for more than this, for more than simple groping, or rubbing, or caressing. No, he decided he desired to be inside Aya's body – and at that moment, he also decided that there would be no lubrication, as he would certainly not allow the redhead to escape his grasp. Without a word, the dark-haired man shifted his position once again, and within moments, his cock was slowly, gently entering the assassin, savoring the sweet, hot tightness of Aya's body, the grip unable to be experienced when using lubricant.
Alucard's head fell back as he held onto the young man even tighter, his eyes fluttering in delight, a soft moan escaping him as slowly, he pulled out, and yet again, he was pushing forward gently, knowing that this pace and Aya's body alone (though Aya's body was quite satisfactory all the same) would not achieve a release.
Aya himself did not know that his blood was so much different from that of your average human. How could he possibly realize that what made himself and his sister so unique made them an exquisite feed for the Undead? And more than that, a target for the plots of Schwarz - no, the target of a group much more evil than they. Estet. DNA, and the oddities that resided in only few were not things Aya was fully aware of - he only knew that Aya-Chan did not age while comatose, and that the condition had been passed onto him through her blood, even if no other knew of it.
Aya's body hardened as Alucard entered him, unaccustomed to the discomfort from lack of lubrication. His head rolled back, sparks of pain and pleasure shuddering through his body as a moan escaped his lips. It hurt, he wouldn't deny that, but one could expect nothing less. Surely, however, his body relaxed into the gentle thrusts, and his hips rolled against Alucard as if to tell him the pace could stand to gain speed. The careful way the Vampire moved within him was enough to drive him nearly insane, and he craved to be put out of his mind instead by harder, rougher sex. It was the way the redhead liked it, you could say. Softness could only get them so far. With his hands lost in Alucard's hair, he leaned his head forward, pressing his lips to the other's - a kiss that held no softness but more a demand for urgency.
As the redhead's lips were planted against his, a cocky grin form on Alucard's lips, slightly concealed by the kiss, but with the same urgent passion that resided within Aya, the Vampire kissed him back, pressing him tighter against the wall as gradually, the rhythm his hips had begun to take quickened, each time pounding into Aya's body harder, and faster, the pulse of their bodies connecting increasing as it had before. His cock was nearly constricted by the tight chambers of the punk's body, but every second contained more bliss for his body. As he kissed the young man, he found that Aya's lips were relatively useful for softening the sounds of moans, and grunts as he thrust inside the redhead. Alucard felt almost tempted to give Aya the fucking of his life, what with demand he had placed in the kiss.
He also was assured that if he tried this, the results would either be immense pain or immense pleasure or both. So far, he had certainly done his number on the assassin, but it was simply no where near what Alucard could inflect on him. There were so many doors left unopened, so many things he had yet to try, but somewhere inside his sick, twisted being, Alucard felt as if he should abstain from such an urge – as he did not want to drive the redhead from him forever (that is, drive him away from having sex with him), because most humans could simply not appreciate the experience of a true fucking by the immortal.
The last time he had tried it, the result had not been well, and in the end, it had simply turned into rape, which of course, sat perfectly fine on his conscience. So, with that resolve, he merely continued as all humans would, and while it was most definitely not a necessity for him (he had gone so long without it, after all), he tried to recall the last time he had released his self completely during sex.
Could it be that Aya felt almost as if Alucard was holding back? Yes, he was certain of it, and though he wasn't sure if he wanted to know exactly what he was holding back, it did not take away from the fact that he was curious about it. But, then why did he feel disappointed that he wasn't receiving Alucard's all? It hadn't been the first time he considered that the older man was retaining something, but for some reason it particularly bothered him today. Maybe because their fucking was truly raw this time, without something such as lubrication to pave an easier path for his pain, which was not so great to make him completely uncomfortable.
Lips still locked against Alucard's, he continued to kiss him, concentrated fire in his tongue as he pressed his eyes shut. His arms tightened about the man, and after several more moments he pulled back his head to take a breath of air. Fervent violet eyes gazed at the Vampire, mouth working to speak. It was now or never that he dared him to step it up a notch. Was he truly ready for such a thing? If he got too close to the fire, he was bound to get burned... Provoking some sort of beast in Alucard could possibly be a danger to him...
"You're holding back," he forced the words out, past the conviction that told him not to do it.
Surprised at how well the young man was able to tell, Alucard grinned widely, traces of blood still evident on his bright white canines. His expression almost appeared haughty, or overly-confident, but it was simply a slight variation of the twisted smile he always wore, offset by arousal. The Vampire pressed his face close to Aya's, his eyes twinkling with a certain type of malevolence, one that was only evident in a sadist's gaze.
"You want to be truly screwed by a Vampire?" he asked.
He did not wait for a reply, only paused, and continued, "Then I shall show you what it is like for us Midians..."
Alucard pulled away, mumbling words under his breath, the only ones decipherable even to a close ear being something dealing with "control art restriction." As he finished, he turned his gaze back to the violet pools, his red orbs brimming with madness as eyes began to appear his body, which was slowly turning black. His arms formed into harmless black flames, stretching out Aya's arms like a cross, sealing them against the wall by the wrist.
Two other appendages made from the same material came from his body, suspending Aya's legs in the air by the ankle, the strength of the heatless dark fire almost startling, inflicting pain due to the strength. The only thing that remained even remotely the same was Alucard's lower torso, which now looked as if his legs had been engulfed by the flames, tendrils of the dark fire licking at the air around them. What was now being forced into Aya at speeds even faster and harder than the previous experiences was simply a thick, hard darkness, and from the mass of black that was now level with the redhead's face appeared an open mouth, complete with two sets of sharp, point fangs, and a long tongue hanging from the opening.
Two blood-red eyes opened from the dark matter, a familiar psychotic gaze – Alucard's. His tongue slid up and down Aya's neck, at times passing his ear, fangs pricking at the flesh, sinking in deeply to a place near the shoulder wound, drawing blood wildly. The tongue drove deeply into the wounds, the fangs biting again, and again. In this state, the Vampire would be unable to stop until he had climaxed, regardless of the punk's reaction to his state. Such a frightening appearance was what had turned the last encounter in this state into rape, and if Aya did not enjoy the experience... it was simply his problem.
Well, Aya had certainly not wanted Alucard to hold back - as Crawford always did when they fought. The transformation had riveted the redhead, but he refused to wince against the pain clasping his limbs into place. He had felt worse. Explosions throwing him into splintered trees, for instance. The senseless beatings he had received from Schwarz, they possibly had prepared him for this encounter. It did not take away from the fact that it hurt, never the less. As Alucard, or what had been, pounded into him endlessly, he could not escape it... Nor, strangely, did he want to. He had brought this upon himself, he had in no uncertain terms asked for it. He would not beg for reprieve, and beyond the pain that his body was taking, there was an undeniable sense of pleasure that shuddered through him, grounding his very being.
Heart beating rapidly, he turned his head to the side, eyes closed tightly as he felt his blood being drawn towards the mouth bidding it come to the surface. The alabaster chest rose and fell heavily, his breath coming out in pants as he drew in deep gulps of air. A hushed moan escaped him, resonating from somewhere deep within, beyond the surfaces Alucard had managed to dominate in their previous sex experiences.
Strange, however, was how he could feel his life being drawn from him, but he seemed not to actually weaken beyond some certain point. It was as if his body could only be taken to a set point before it became, in some sense, invincible...
A thought struck him, and as the violet pools snapped open, he craned his neck, forcing more of the scarlet fluid to gush to the wound Alucard's mouth had occupied.
This! This was Fujimiya blood, what it could do! The concept he had been unable to grasp in his sister's condition, he finally understood. She did not age because the blood would not allow her - it was preserving her life, just as his was doing. Years of exchanging blood with her had afflicted him with that same ability (or perhaps, like Aya-Chan, he had been born with it, though there could be no evidence to it now).
The thought was shoved into the back of his mind - left for a time when he was actually in his right state of self - as his erection throbbed incessantly, body caught between pain and passion, equally deep. The two should not have been able be combined into one, but it had been managed.
The Vampire was manhandling the redhead, but it was certainly the way he liked it, if Aya didn't. Yes, to command his partner with such force, to shove their bodies into a deep entwinement of pain and pleasure was something enjoyed with the utmost passion. The fangs, like tiny stakes carved from ivory, plunged into Aya's shoulder again, and again, drawing more and more blood. From the dark mass an appendage slithered, wrapped around Aya's cock with a gentle grip, sliding up and down with more adroitness than Alucard's hand exhibited, the tiny tendrils of dark flame flicking playfully and teasingly at the assassin's erection, sliding up and down the shaft, quick pulses of pressure applied as it did so. And again, and again, and again the Vampire slammed into Aya, the thick hard blackness pulsing wildly in absolute pleasure.
Alucard was thrilled that Aya had not screamed, or attempted (with predictably poor results) to escape. No, he simply accepted it, and confident though Alucard was, having someone refuse you in sex did dent you. For Alucard, it may have been a simple passing blow, one that healed instantly, but there was a certainly ache of pride for that short moment when the woman had started to scream in horror. And when she had, he still enjoyed it all the same, perhaps even reveled in the absolute terror that graced her screeches. Though, while he had enjoyed it, he did prefer not to rape his lovers – consensual was much easier. Having the redhead give himself to this, being the stubborn, seemingly "in-control" man that Aya was, was completely divine. It only aroused the Vampire more, the thought of this. With obvious reluctance he moved what was his face, encompassed in darkness, and began to kiss the young man, tongue snaking into the mouth, winding itself around Aya's tongue, pressing into every nook and cranny, a ravenous passion, the wild fucking never ceasing.
Oh, but Aya was quite still in charge of his body, as he had discovered only moments before. And his body had his best interests in mind, of that he was certain. Shuddering with the passion of their joining, at the soft touch against his member, he returned the kiss with eager want. It wasn't part of Aya's mindset to try to escape something he had pushed himself into. Whether he was enjoying this or not - and he was - he would not cry out for mercy. A moan tried to rise, but it got no farther than his lips, and his eyes fell shut again.
Sweat dripped down his body, glistening sinfully upon his ivory skin. He would not be able to hold out for much longer. No, he could feel his being swelling in his abdomen, becoming increasingly unbearable and driving him to the brink of pleasurable insanity. He did not know if he would ever do this again with Alucard, but this once - it was where Heaven met Hell, and combined to create a sinfully delicious ecstasy. Such a sharp contrast constituted an equally as sharp analogy. His body shook, screaming for the release that was only just out of his reach. So close... He could feel it, but not yet. Just a few more painfully passionate thrusts, and he would be done for.
Alucard could feel it trembling within him, the pulling of his lower-stomach (or, what would be his stomach). It stretched across him, like a warm wash of ocean, reaching to the corners of his body. The Vampire shook inwardly, as his body was somewhat incapable of shaking. The bliss was reaching unheard of amounts, and yet, he was not finished. He had yet to release, and became increasingly frustrated with the fact, and thrust even harder and faster than he had before, until suddenly, it came upon him, wrenching a deep moan from within his body, muffled from the intense kiss. He felt the pleasure encompass him like a powerful rush of water, spilling to every fingertip... well, it would have, it they were not flames at the moment.
His essence erupted into the young man's body, the darkness within Aya slowing, the flame-like mist around Alucard's body calming. The elder man shook about his hair, which had grown to lengths that fell to his knees as his body. The sweeping sable waterfalls fell obediently into a place they had never been until his transformation into his more human form, the bright scarlet optics flickering to Aya's own eyes, a smirk playing on his lips.
Needless to say, Aya had erupted only moments before the Vampire did, his orgasm possibly harder than any one he had ever had previous. Certainly it would be a memorable experience for him, and his body would not soon let him forget it... The bruises upon his wrists and ankles, the tender soreness in his ass - no, scratch that, it hurt incredibly, but he would bear it and put it from his mind.
Violet pools gazed back at Alucard, beads of sweat slipping down the alabaster cheeks, which still maintained a gentle flush of pink. Deep breaths poured forth from his lips, and his chest heaved several times with effort, before slowly to a slightly more standard rhythm, only slightly still erratic. He did not regret asking for what Alucard was holding back, of that he was positive. Unsure what to say after such a thing, or even if his voice would work properly, he remained silent - striving to catch his breath and completely recompose himself.
The Vampire released the young man entirely, abruptly letting him fall to the floor, noting it probably hurt incredibly to hit the ground after just getting fucked as he did. However, Alucard cared not, throwing his hair about his body like a thick black curtain and turning away from the assassin. He certainly felt pleased with himself, that much was sure, though that was simply the only thought that could occur within his mind, still returning from the burst of power and sexual pleasure. Had it truly been so long since he had sex like this? The Vampire could not fathom at the time – he was still too happy with his own accomplishments. He knew that in moments, his hair would shrink to its normal length, but for the moment, before he finally locked the control art restrictions once more, he admired it.
The ebony tresses were long, wavy, though due to the length they were, the waves were stretched out in such gentle swells it looked simply straight. Running a hand through it, he realised that he needed a shower, and turned to look at the punk, who would most likely request one as well. He had dashed for one the other times. He knew well that within the room was a connected shower room as well, and with a languid step, he walked towards the door, a sharp jerk on a knob, forcing the door to the shower room open.
He smiled confidently, perhaps a bit condescendingly, and said, "The shower room is here. I'll assume you want to take one... though, if you do, you'll have to join me."
The Vampire's eyes flashed wickedly. He was certainly feeling cockier than usual.
It seemed for a moment as if Aya had drifted away into an ethereal void, gaze concentrated on the ground, but not precisely at it. It was almost as if he sat in a coma upon the floor, and moments drifted by slowly, his blood pumping rapidly to possibly usher him back into full liveliness. Several minutes ticked by before he finally jerked awake, eyes wide with surprise before they returned to their usual cold luster. Slowly he pulled himself up, using the wall to balance himself. One hand tenderly moved to the bites near his healing wound, fingers running through the warm fluid still located there.
The epiphany he had during sex had returned to him, and he took a moment to consider what it meant. In some way, like Alucard, was he immortal? Was it possible for blood to contain such a chemical? No matter, if it seemed outrageous or impossible, it had happened. Any normal person would have died from such blood loss, especially with how freely he gave it. Yes, somehow, his body would not empty itself entirely of blood, and it protected him from certain death. He crossed the room to join Alucard, glancing up at him in silence. He did desire a shower, and if he had to take it with the man, so be it. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen every inch of the man anyway.
"Then, I'll join you," he returned, voice startling as cool as it always was.
It seemed his semi-coma had given him a bit of strength.
Alucard grinned at Aya's agreement, and ushered the young man into the room, closing the door tightly behind them. He turned to face Aya, hair still tossed carelessly across his shoulders, smirking. He twisted the handle, hot water pouring from the shower head at high pressures. The smirk remained as he tossed his hair back over his shoulders gloriously. He took Aya's hand, crimson pools boring into the cold, silent mirrors. He pulled the young man close to his body, so their bodies touched from the top of their chests to the bottom of their stomachs. Gingerly, he led Aya into the shower, the room a small, tight square, only just enough room for the both of them. He sealed the door, licking his lips as he did so.
The water was nearly scorching, but the Vampire relaxed as he felt it against his back, loosening all his muscles that had grown taught from clenching and flexing and moving so often. He pulled his hands through his hair, still not willing to lock the control art restrictions and bring his hair back to normal – which meant that his powers were still in access as well. Tiny rivers formed on his chest and flowed over him, zigzagging across his stomach and groin, flowing down his legs. The Vampire looked completely majestic with the water against him, soaking him, the steam that rose from the heat creating an almost ethereal feel – and it was simply a shower! He looked at Aya, smiling, his head rolling back in content.
Aya was slowly beginning to relax, eyes gazing with a certain amount of admiration at Alucard. No matter how often he saw the lean expanse of olive flesh, it was something he might never grow tired of seeing. As the water splashed against him, a stream of liquid red traveled down his chest, cleaning away his new wound as he slowly stripped off the bandage hiding his stitches from the world. As such, his fingers slowly traced over the forming bruises on his waist, examining them with an expert eye. It was something he did standardly when he washed, and just because Alucard was with him didn't mean he would shed the habit. The process took him only a few minutes, before he turned his attention back to the man he was closely pressed against.
With a light touch he brushed his fingers over Alucard's shoulder, hand disappearing into the black mass of hair. He leaned forward slightly, lips kissing over Alucard's jaw bone lingeringly. Strangely, he had never showered with another. The act had always been exclusively himself alone, and so this was yet another new experience for him. Not quite as enthralling as the last, but never the less enough to urge him to cherish it - though he would never let someone know that he did such a thing.
"I... I can't believe we just heard that..." a low voice said, shocked and awed. "Shh! He'll be able to hear us talking!" another reprimanded in a low voice, all coming from his right ear.
"It's likely that since he's taking a shower, he won't be able to hear us," a female voice reasoned, and each seemed quite... Familiar to the redhead.
A sliver-thin brow twitched, as he pulled back from Alucard slightly.
"It's nice to know we have an audience," he announced dryly.
"Crap, he heard us," Yohji cursed, and Omi's nervous laugh sounded in his mind.
"Sorry, Aya, we didn't mean to listen in, we just wanted to see how you were doing."
Aya's brows furrowed lightly, free hand touching his ear.
"I see, and now you know how and what I've been doing since I woke up. For the record, my sex life is not Kritiker business," he added. finger tapping a small button to shut the damn ear piece off.
If they hadn't know he'd been getting screwed before, they certainly knew it now and had proof of the fact. Distinctly he felt as if more than Yohji, Manx, and Omi were listening in, and later he would take time to interrogate them. A memorable shower indeed!
Alucard chuckled, his grin widening.
"That's amusing," he mumbled, voice low and deep. "But I'm sure they enjoyed hearing you squeal," he added, emphasizing "squeal" with a wicked overtone.
He knew he had. In fact, he had more than enjoyed it – he had reveled in every little whimper the young man had made. Licking his lips once more, he eased himself away from the redhead, distancing their bodies only a little. He decided now was a good as time as any to shampoo his hair, and grabbed the bottle, squeezing a large amount of the lotion into his hand, as he possessed a large amount hair. He took a short amount of time washing his hair, as he knew it would shrink to normal size when he commanded it to be so. The Vampire now quickly took to washing his body, making sure to take his sweet time with that, sub-consciously wanting to put on something of a show for Aya.
His hand wore gloves of white suds as he slowly slid it up and down his body, his eyes not leaving the assassin's. Alucard's gaze was close to a seductive, confident stare, challenging the punk to come closer. The red eyes were set off by the droplets of water that dotted his face, the light hitting the water and consequently, causing the pools to gleam and shimmer like the rubies that they were. His mouth was open only slightly, his lips appearing pouty, fangs barely able to be seen. Alucard looked almost amused, and as his hands dipped dangerously low, he bent close to Aya's face and pressed a hard kiss on his lips, distracting the young man for that one moment. The kiss lingered on for countless moments, and when he pulled away, his hands were rubbing Aya's groin, slowly gliding up, until Alucard had relieved their proximity enough that his hands simply slid away.
Aya had planned - planned - to make a retort to the accusation that he had squealed, for he certainly hadn't! He'd only moaned... Several times, and there was no harm in that. However, the complaint died away on his lips as the violet-eyed assassin watched enraptured as Alucard cleaned himself. His eyes praised the hands that drifted over hard muscle, slathering it in a silky blanket of soap. He could let that grudge go... Yes, yes he definitely could, for he was much too distracted to think rationally of it.
And when the Vampire kissed him, he had responded blithely. Only to find those same sensuous digits playing over his groin. A gentle quiver of delight could not be suppressed, and he took one step forward. A hand lighted upon Alucard's shoulder as he leaned forward, face tilted up as his lips ghosted over the man's ear, nibbling and suckling gently as his tongue flickered over it softly. The unoccupied hand reached for the shampoo, picking it up as his body moved back, hand gliding against the wet flesh savoringly before it fell away from Alucard to palm a bit of the shampoo. Alabaster skin rippled, glistening muscles flexing as he reached to work the lather into his crimson locks, cleaning them diligently before he turned his back to Alucard, neck craned as he smoothed slender fingers through the red silk, washing it free of shampoo. Against his back roared the steamy torrent, shoulder blades acting as a waterfall, gracing his physique with thin rivers of scorching water.
Alucard allowed himself to admire the body of the young man for a moment, his gaze pulling away slowly. He turned in the steam, wet hair slapping at the backs of his legs. With a cruel grin, his hands were twisting knobs, and the hot water ceased on both of them, leaving them alone in steam that hung above their heads like a cloud created from their sensuality. However, the heat that remained was breath-halting, but Alucard hadn't to worry about such things. He didn't need to breathe, after all. The Vampire smiled.
"I think we're just about done now," he purred gently, allowing himself one last look at the perfect, slender body before him, seemingly carved from pearls.
The water on the pallid flesh refracted light, causing the skin to glow with an almost eerie quality. Despite the bruises on the sides and the damaged neck, the young man was a beautiful creature. The Vampire turned away, whispering a few words, and within moments his hair disintegrated into the air, disappearing as if nothing had been there, not even one long strand remaining.
What remained was the short, tousled cut, and he shook his head, relieved that the weight of the hair had disappeared. He turned out the door, quickly dressing himself, and once he had finally added his red trench coat, he turned to the redhead, hair still wet.
"I hope you enjoyed yourself tonight," he said to the redhead, his voice playful. "You know where to reach me should the need arise again," he cackled.
A wild grin turned his lips upwards, and he exited as he had came – through mist. His body turned black, falling from view, melting into the air. And as it happened, he found himself in his own chambers, his own coffin open. He had not gotten a good sleep since he left England. He had slept on the plane, true, but... Alucard found himself lying peacefully in his coffin, hidden away from sunlight and all other things to deal with the mortal world. Finally.
Aya dried himself, towel hanging about his shoulders as he watched Alucard vanish from sight, just as he had appeared earlier. Amethyst eyes were considering as he picked up his clothes, dressing back in the apparel. They'd been worn for perhaps ten minutes before Alucard had dismissed them to the floor. Irritably he pulled the transmitter from his ear, drying it though it was clearly water-proof. It would prevent any liquids getting into his ears to annoy him. As he completed the task, he slipped it back into its resting place, grudgingly turning it back on.
"Abyssinian to Kritiker," he began, voice dripping with contempt.
"You're still angry about earlier?" Manx commented, chuckling gently as he sat down on the bed, laptop resting against his folded legs.
"I think I should be," he countered, fingers pressing over the keys as he began to type. "How many were listening?" he inquired, cool gaze drifting over the screen as he opened databases.
"Aside from Yohji, Omi, and myself? Well. Birman; and Persia came in half way through."
He cocked his head to the side, "I figured as much."
The female let out an exasperated sigh. "Come on, Aya! You can't expect us to miss out on something like that. As far as we've seen, in the past several years, you've been an unemotional stone. That alone is the only proof we have that you're actually human, aside from your sister."
A frown set on the marble crafted face, hands pausing as he stared at the computer.
"I'm not so sure I am," he replied, almost inaudible.
"What?" Manx questioned, curious.
"Nothing," he answered, shutting his eyes. "Now limit the transmitter use to Kritiker business, good-bye."
She huffed, before agreeing and shut down the connection. With a troubled sigh he laid down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. He'd discovered something new about himself, and he was finally alone to contemplate it. Being that he shared Aya-Chan's blood, perhaps she could be spared from further torment if he only let Schwarz know... But, could this not be a weapon against them as well? How likely was it that they would expect him to share in his sister's immortality?
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Wasn't that gorgeous? Epiphanies during sex, that's certainly the best time to discover life altering things about yourself. XD! Hope you all enjoyed it. We certainly did! Aya was so totally asking for the raping of a lifetime, ne?
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