Hellsing Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Beyond Mortal Blood ❯ To S&M! ( Chapter 11 )

Kay with you for this installment! We welcome you back to the beautiful and sadistic world of Alucard and Aya in Beyond Mortal Blood!

 

Latizul apologizes again for any Alucard OoCness. And I don't really have any notes for this chapter.

 

Our last words to you are READ AND REVIEW! ^_^ Oh, and enjoy too!

 

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It was a short walk to the site of the crash, only a street back from Kritiker, which was logical as Aya would not have been able to carry himself injured too long of a distance. Immediately, as the Vampire's eyes locked onto the wreckage, he knew that the FREAK had not been destroyed. Scarlet pools scanned for the distinctive silver dust, the remains of what the FREAK would have become but found their search to be wholly fruitless. A grin creased the edges of his lips and a dark chuckle emanated from the depths of his throat. There was no reason to state it to Aya, as it would become increasingly apparent within the moment that death had not occurred. Alucard was certain that Estet may have attempted to improve the FREAK chip this time but their efforts would most likely be in vain. One could say that perhaps the Vampire was a bit cocky, but it was rightfully so. After nearly one hundred years of intense training and attunement, he was most likely one of the most powerful creatures to exist. As he gazed upon the wreckage, he noticed a shift in the car and his mouth twitched, smirk threatening to broaden.

“Hurry...” he challenged, voice soft.

 

The road upon which Aya's car now rest in ruin had been barricaded away from the civilians. Violet eyes slitted to better see into the wreckage, and from it he did see slow movement - nothing compared to the speed the synthetic Vampire had earlier exhibited. It was but a few more moments before a figure staggered into a standing position, debris clutching at his clothes - a broken blade driven through his hand. Wild eyes slid from Aya to the Vampire that stood next to him, seemingly quite surprised to see Alucard. Hadn't he heard the man tell that girl earlier that Alucard had gone home? Apparently, it had been false information, and he was caught off-guard.

A tongue slid from between the man's lips, hand rising to lick away the blood that had caught upon his nails when Aya had suffered a scratch to the cheek.

"You are delicious," he muttered, his left hand rising to dislodge the sword in the right. Casually he dropped it, kicking it towards the redhead's feet.

"You forgot this," he commented, voice dripping with contempt. Catching the blade beneath his foot, Aya prevented the weapon from spinning further, and just as casually knocked it to the side.

"Schuldig was right. You don't talk much - though I heard screaming was your forte." An ivory hand drifted to the hilt of Aya's new sword.

"He's still bragging about it?" the assassin inquired with disinterest.

"With good reason, I think. He made you cry out for-"

The sentence dropped away as Aya lunged forward, blade brandished as he struck the FREAK several times (and by this I mean nearing a dozen), before the man narrowly escaped beheading as he flung himself to the ground.

"Touchy subject?" the pathetic creature coughed, struggling to sit up as Aya sheathed his sword and turned on his heel to look at Alucard.

"You deal with him," he announced, walking away from the two altogether. He had a death to fake for the news, and so he'd leave the FREAK killing to Alucard, who seemed hyped for the task - and Aya was agitated. Why must he constantly be reminded that he'd almost cried out Alucard's name? It was a moment of weakness he would have liked to forget.

The Vampire smiled broadly as Aya took his place outside the imagined battle field, and stood, confidently, his head tilted backward as it did at times. The FREAK merely smiled, bearing its unnatural, disgusting fangs. Alucard chuckled and merely pulled from his side both guns, each locked and loaded. The FREAK lunged toward Alucard with speed even the No-Life-King was impressed with, though by the time the synthetic Vampire had reached behind him the Vampire had swiftly turned, lodging Joshua in the FREAK's stomach. His eyes widened in amusement as he pulled the trigger, an explosion erupting in the abdomen of the fake Vampire, the spread effect pulling flesh apart. The FREAK wheeled around, screeching in pain as Alucard took his chance and pulled his hand far back, launching it through the hole that Joshua had created. As his hand plunged through rotting skin, he felt something odd begin to happen-the FREAK was healing! The bubbling flesh surrounding the lining of the stomach was a testament to that. Alucard's face faltered for a moment, a bit of a disgruntled frown pulling at his lips.

With this, his other hand pressed Jackal to the FREAK's side, and whipping his arm out, his finger tugged at the trigger and a quicksilver blessed bullet was ejected from the gun, tearing through the adjacent side of the synthetic Vampire's abdomen. In pain, he holler loudly, and it effectively separated each side of his body. Alucard chuckled, blood covering him now, and with flourish his hand was one aching shoved deep into the FREAK's body, but this time spearing the chest, his fingers penetrating the heart and effectively ripping the muscle into parts. The synthetic Vampire hollered in pain, and Alucard pulled back, allowing it to bubble and shudder and scream as he fired his gun off at it, blowing from it each of its appendages. The FREAK shrieked once more, but Alucard pulled back, intrigued by the healing abilities it had shown earlier. As he observed, he watched the arms slowly bubble, from the stubs emerging two awful, slimy, black nubs, shuddering and shaking and jiggling like gel.

It was obvious to Alucard that the new FREAK chip had given the fake Vampires powers that perhaps third or fourth-rate Vampires would possess, but yet again, it was imperfect. Not to mention that the FREAKs were not schooled in the use of their powers and it was evident that it was taking time for the disgusting creation to figure out its own skills. Alucard shook his head and pressed his large book against the skull of the creature.

“Come on. You've got powers. Use them. Get your arms back! Turn into mist! Transform into another creature! Hurry!” Alucard cried happily. “Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!”

And with that, he shoved his foot down, causing the head to explode with maggots covering the floor. Alucard fired one single bullet into the mess below his foot, and consequently, the body was turned into dust on the ground, as it should have been.

Aya had carefully listened to the battle, now laying upon a stretcher that Kritiker medics lifted, covering his body completely with a virgin white sheet. Violet eyes falling shut, he slowed his breathing until his chest convincingly failed to rise and fall as it would in a living being. It was only now that Kritiker allowed reporters upon the scene of the crime, and they solemnly reported that there were no survivors of the wreck. It was only plausible, seeing how destroyed the Porsche was. Surviving such a crash would raise too many suspicions - no sane person would merely accept that it was a miracle.

The redhead, covered upon the stretcher, was briefly shown to back up the news report, broadcast simultaneously over all of Tokyo. A certain magenta eye girl had recognized the smashed car, and immediately she assumed the worst as the words "no survivors" echoed in her ears. Ambulance doors were slammed, and Aya rose from his lying state, stretching as he glanced towards an agent who nodded briskly.

"We'll have the reporters cleared out within ten minutes."

True to his word, the street was vacant soon after and the assassin pushed open the vehicle door, slipping out. Slightly curious eyes glanced about, searching for Alucard. He hadn't seen him since he'd started pretending his was dead.

 

The Vampire had watched the reporters, and a few had even tried to interview him, but he simply abstained from speaking, covered in blood though he was. He was more pleased that he had just fulfilled his need to kill. The raging in his veins had died down, though he could still sense the slight burning on his skin, the aftermath of such a fight. Alucard waited in the shadows as Aya was ushered into the ambulance. It made sense to the Vampire-being that immortality was a tempting venue for humans, and becoming a Vampire was already a sacrifice they were willing to make, an anomaly like Aya would be swarmed by scientists. The boy would never be able to get a moment of peace. Alucard smirked a little at the thought-constant barraging of questions, of requests to experiment and study... life would become Hell.

And it was a thought that the Vampire was vaguely amused at. It was mainly due to the fact it was emotional torment, which so often could be more potent than physical torment. Physical torture was indeed more fun to carry out, in Alucard's opinion, but emotional always struck a key that tickled him. A few moments passed, and within those moments, the street had been vaporized of all people, all that remained was a car wreck. And out of the ambulance the Vampire saw Aya striding out, the frosty violet mirrors scanning the area. Alucard stepped forward, grinning as he had been. He still had mentioned nothing about the trench coat, and didn't plan to.

“It's your choice where we go from here, punk.”

 

The redhead's house was positively out of the question. It was much too far away from Kritiker, and he now had no car to get them there. The option of a hotel sounded promising, but there weren't any relatively close to their position. It left only one more option.

"We'll stay the night at Kritiker," Aya murmured, turning away from the scene of destruction and death.

In a gentle breeze his hair swept to the side, the brilliant red silk merging with the scarlet trench coat under the darkened sky. He took a moment to glance up, eyes drifting among the soft swells of light upon the midnight canvas. A mere sliver of the moon glimmered that night, casting fractured beams upon the ground, finding their brilliance reflected against the amethyst orbs that hinted at silent praise for the gentle moon rays.

The swordsman tilted his head down, arms consciously folding over his chest to protect it from the whispering wind about them. A faint yawn managed to break the icy mask of his features for but a moment as he sauntered back to the organization that was Kritiker. A small nod towards Birman indicated that they would be staying the night, and she hurried away to designate them a room. At best, if there were none available, Alucard and Aya could take the infirmary room he'd been housed in earlier. Though the bed was uncomfortable, it would do for a few hours of sleep, and the Fujimiya did not always enjoy a comforting bed.

Alucard followed Aya, but did not respond to the redhead. When they reached Kritiker, he had kept his mouth closed, and did not take the room to sleep. He did not bid goodbye to the assassin, merely turned on his way out. Alucard still had nothing to say concerning his trench coat, he supposed it could be kept for one more day. After all, he truly did love that coat and it did attribute to keeping his powers in check. The Vampire strolled along the edge of Kritiker's property, not willing to walk further as the area was still not as friendly as England seemed to him. He merely kept his eyes on the sky, the beautiful sky. It was one thing that had never changed since his birth-the beauty of the moon and stars. He wondered if that was perhaps why he admired it so, or if it was just attributed to the changes in his body that had been made so long ago. It was one thing he didn't know, but didn't honestly care, either.

His appreciation for the night had been with him so long now it simply seemed as if he had done it all along-as if he had always been a Vampire. Alucard's light grin did not fade from his face as he strode along, glancing back to see his shadow intercepting the gentle rays of the white sliver above. An eerie silence crept about the night, but it only made him feel more comfortable-logically, one would suppose. Back, his mind drifted to when he had killed the FREAK. The nearly invisible grin grew quickly wider, and he looked at himself, blood still remaining on his clothes. Though he was sure it would disappear within the hour, as it always did. It was as if this outfit was as much a part of him as his arm was-after all, no matter how many times it would become torn and riddled with holes, it would replicate the damaged parts over and over again. He did not know how long he simply strode outside, but figured it had been quite long when the moon fell low into the sky, not that he was tired yet.

 

When Alucard had not bothered to stay with in Kritiker's wall, Aya had decided against returning to the room he had slept in previously. An elevator trip carried him to another floor. The interior was just as bland as the rest of the Kritiker facility. He stalked the halls, lit brightly overhead during all hours of the night, it seemed. It was just as well, there were no windows allowing the light to pass into the outside world, contained within the concrete walls. At long last he turned from his roaming, entering a room - floor padded with metal and stuffed dummies erected, from the ceiling hung punching bags. Violet eyes looked to each considering, before he sauntered towards a sand filled bag.

But now before he'd pulled off the trench coat, laying it upon a chair near the door. Aside from himself, the room was empty of life, leaving him to his thoughts and the pounding force in which he put into his training equipment. Fluorescent light shimmered over the alabaster flesh, catching and glistening upon the sweat-salted skin. Muscles shuddered, jumping, anticipating, pushing himself to the limit of his aching body. The wise thing would have been to go to sleep, but instead he had chose to train, forcing himself to work when it could have waited another day. Beads of sweat slipped over the tensed muscles of his torso, sliding along his healing wounds. It was nice to think of them as such - for they were healing. His two day reprieve from Alucard had allowed him to take time to let his body regain its former strength and glory. But he'd almost ruined that with Sakura - if she had been a man, he had no doubt he would have proceeded much farther, only to regret it after the fact. But what did it matter at all? The Vampire was here to eradicate the synthetic Vampires, and he would only leave again once the entire fiasco was done with.

The Vampire had remained outside until the first light of dawn had begun to crack, but even then he took his sweet time. After all, he had all the time in world. He watched the sun, despite his hatred for the damned sphere, as he simply enjoyed being outside. He observed as the tendrils of fire licked at the blackness of the night, piercing through and illuminating the entire sky, as their office entailed. He swept a lock of hair from his face and through the yellowed spectacles, regarded the pinkish and purple swirls of sky that loomed overhead, until finally he recognized the call of the birds, the call of dawn, and realised that perhaps he should go inside. Wheeling around, he strode back inside, the stark bland walls of Kritiker now painfully obvious to him. He was still not a hint of sleeping, most likely attributed to the kill he had made earlier. Ah well, he could go days without a hint of sleep if needed, he had before. It was just... he didn't know, nice to get perhaps a bit of regular sleep. If he didn't, he believed it hindered his ability to be psychotic, that he was possibly less insane if he went without slumber.

An odd concept, but without sleep his mind was dulled and watered-down, a less intense version of what it once was. As such, sanity would be a concept for Alucard. Certainly unacceptable. As he walked back to the room Kritiker had provided, Alucard found Aya to be conspicuously absent, but didn't give it a second thought and set himself on the edge of the bed, still pondering. He considered his relationship with Aya once more, now that he was once again in the company of the young man. It was not that he enjoyed such thoughts, as he much preferred thoughts of death, but something about the situation irritated him.

What was it between them, really? Was it simply sex? It didn't seem so, as there just... felt as if there was something a bit more. Alucard thought back to the last one he had... been with? Could loved be the word? Mina Harker. He did not wish to delve further into the thought, as it was not because he felt he should close himself from the feelings, but it would simply derail his train of thought. What was it that he felt for the punk? There was certainly a feeling of ownership he had. And a definite physical attraction. Perhaps he just thought too long about the subject-perhaps that was all it was between them.

 

Finally Aya allowed the bag mercy, stepping away from it as his chest rose and fell with the adrenaline rush he'd been on for the past several hours. He sidled over to the side of the room, pulling a towel from a shelf there located. He cleaned his upper half, before rubbing it over his hair to dry away any excess residue. Draping the towel over his shoulders, he retrieved Alucard's coat, staring at it quietly. He hadn't given the article much thought, but something nagging in him reminded that couples did that kind of thing - the girl, or in such cases the effeminate guy, always managed wearing something of their lovers, and while he'd had a good reason for doing so it didn't take away from the fact that he had done it.

Manx passed by the room Alucard and Aya should have been sharing, and as she glanced in she espied only the Vampire there.

"That man..." she growled, finding nothing better to be able to refer to Aya as. She started off for the elevator, an inkling of an idea where the redhead had gone to. Her assumption was correct as she met him at the elevator doors. Frosted aqua connected with violet mirrors, and she frown at him.

"Get in," she snapped, hand reaching out to catch Aya's wrist and drag him into the metal contraption. She released him, turning away as he stood with Alucard's coat in his arms before she hurled a shirt at him which she had been carrying.

"I brought it from your house. Put it on." Though Aya did not take well to orders, he complied if only to have something to cover his neck and chest.

An impatient foot tapped against the floor as Manx waited for the doors once more to open, and as they did she roughly shoved him out.

"Aya, just what the hell are you trying to prove?" she snarled loudly, ushering him down the hall towards his room. "Are you trying to push your body so far that you end up like your sister? Is that it? I told you to get some sleep, put yourself to rest for once in your life. I'd like to say this started when you found out you were immortal, but you've been doing this ever since Persia hired you into Kritiker, and it's getting worse."

Aya only half-listened to the lecture, eyes concentrated on the ground as they walked the length of the hall to stop in front of the hospital room.

"Now get in there, get some sleep, before I put you under house arrest until I think you're back to complete health. And that's an order from your superior. Don't be insubordinate."

Wordlessly Aya entered the room, as the other redhead slammed the door behind him. Casually he tossed the trench coat back to its owner, sitting down upon the stiff bed.

 

As Aya slumped down on the bed, Alucard merely smirked, not a word escaping his lips. Silence was much better suited, in any case-Aya had obviously just been bitched out and Alucard simply didn't care enough to ask about it, it was most likely due to the assassin's stubbornness or something of the like. Moments passed between them, and in this time the Vampire took the liberty of slipping his trench coat back on, and now that he was standing, he made slow steps toward the door. He did not exit, and turned around, pacing back, his boots making soft thumps on the ground. Behind him, his trench coat now swayed gently, and his arms were folded loosely across his chest. He realised there was still something between them yet to be resolved-the fact that Aya had been raped. Alucard had already resolved to destroy the offender for putting his soiled hands onto his property-but the Vampire remembered words the FREAK had spat out earlier.

Recalling, he knew the FREAK had mentioned screaming-screaming for...? The Vampire smirked only slightly. The punk had screamed for someone? Had he truly been helpless, beaten enough to drop his well-crafted guard for that instant? The thought made Alucard nearly giddy. Rotating his body gradually towards Aya, he made it so that he stood straight in front of the redhead, a smile causing his lips to turn upwards, arms at his sides.

“Who was the one you screamed for?” he inquired darkly, incredibly bluntly.

Alucard had always felt there was no need for trivial things such as wheedling or a sly approach-no. If there were to be questions asked, they would be asked and there would not be any sort of time wasted. He bent forward, spectacles flashing, eyes wide in curiosity and intrigue.

“That FREAK seemed to know-who was it? Who was it that you shrieked for, in your time of need, punk?”

 

Aya stiffened in response to the inquiry, the dreadful memory surfacing once again before his gaze. Forced into utter submission, he had almost cried out the Vampire's name - but he hadn't. No, pain had brought the name short.

"Hn. That man was delirious," Aya returned, hands gripping his boots as he tugged them off, sitting them upon the floor. "I called for no one and nothing, and if I had it would have been for the one thing that I couldn't have as a reprieve - death." Purple abysses shifted to look at Alucard, "As if anything beyond my ass and my blood mean anything to you," he added as an after-thought.

He drew himself farther onto the bed, sitting against the wall it was pushed against. It was true that he required sleep, but the adrenaline of work-out kept his blood pumping, inevitably urging him to remain awake for a while longer. The memory replaced itself again, and he pushed it from his thoughts violently, vowing Schuldig would pay for obtaining bragging rights over him. It was bad enough he had returned to his submissive ways for the man before him, but that did not mean he wanted to become anyone else's bitch. Pause. Had he just admitted to himself that he indeed was such a thing to Alucard? No, no. That could not be right. He had yet to completely hand himself over to the Vampire... Except... When Schuldig was raping him. He had been one syllable away from crying out his ultimate submission to the man. The thought disturbed him, and so he chose to ignore it. The point was he hadn't done it yet, and he could still prevent it from ever occurring.

 

Alucard cackled, not pushing the subject, but not forgetting to add, “Very well, but you did seem to shut him up rather quickly.”

As he said this, another laugh followed, and he turned, pacing back towards the other end of the room. Aya was obviously lying, Alucard knew it, but the Vampire simply wasn't going to push it. The punk was much too stubborn to waste his time with, and if the name had come up once in the redhead's mind it would come up once more. Being that the Vampire did not know of Aya's past it was impossible for him to determine who he may have screamed out for. It could have ranged from anyone in his family to a close old friend to one of the members in Weiss... to himself. Though, the last possibility seemed slim, as he knew Aya despised him, but it was of no consequence.

Alucard, despite his affections, found certain things about the redhead that he abhorred as well. The fact that he was so unwilling to open simply because of a tragedy-what had happened, he wondered once more. If anything, Aya was positively fortunate to be growing up in the time that he was. Alucard was lucky to live long enough to become immortal at the age he did. Most likely, he would have died within twenty years-in his forties-if he were not a prince. He received special treatment, which was not all too magnificent anyway. Yes, the assassin was incredibly fortunate to grow up in such a time, with technology and science and simply less ignorance. Alucard's early, early years involved no such luck and the loss of many, many things. And then, moving on to when he had been captured by the Hellsing family-the loss of everything he had ever built up over the centuries, and Mina. If anything, Aya was overreacting and selfish. Alucard had managed to maintain a startlingly positive attitude throughout it all. What was the point of dwelling on such sadness? How pathetic of the punk.

He turned to Aya, the young man clearly tired and aching from his experience, and with a bit of harshness underneath the deep sibilance of his voice, he told Aya, “Get some sleep.” The Vampire too felt he should get it, although he did not need it as badly as a human would. Being that there was only one bed in the room he reclined against the wall, closing his eyes, arms crossed. In this position he was able to fall off into sleep-he missed his coffin... but ah well.

 

Reluctantly Aya settled onto the bed, closing his eyes. It took him almost fifteen minutes before he drifted away into sleep, dreams annoying reminders of rape and submission. The beginnings of Alucard's name echoed in his ears, his own voice shouting it out within his mind. It was a relief that he did not talk aloud in slumber.

You call this rape?!...

You like it rough, then? Well, hey...

Alu- the voices swirling within his mind slowly began to run together, hurling him into a deep nightmare. Caught within it, forced to remember the pain of it all, his dream self turned his head away, violet eyes falling upon a figure cloaked in darkness identifiable only by the scarlet irises that had bore into his gaze so often. It was the only incentive Aya needed to wake himself up, and he did so with haste, shooting into a sitting position on the bed as his chest quivered.

His gaze cast downward as an object contacted his chest, and from his lap he lifted a pair of keys before glancing up at Manx.

"Your car's all ready for you," she announced, arms folded under her bust. "I trust you got some sleep, especially since you said you'd be going back to work today. Omi and Yohji are waiting for you, the shop is crammed as usual." The redhead slowly placed his feet into his boots and stood up. "Also, here's a new cell phone. I have the feeling your last was destroyed with your old car."

Aya nodded to the assumption, walking past her out the door once he had the phone in his pocket. She followed after him, exiting with him from Kritiker as his eyes combed over the parking lot. Sitting close to the door was a gleaming new Porsche, sun reflected off it radiantly and blindingly. He felt a tidbit of excitement in himself as he slipped into the car, resting against the leather interior. It was a nice car, and he would admit it at any point. Manx had outdone herself with the project of replacing his wrecked one, but he certainly would not complain. Ever.

The assassin took a moment to wait for the Vampire, having forgotten to wait on him earlier in the infirmary. He took that time to inspect the accessories in the car. A glance in the back revealed a set of speakers, and he glanced to Manx curiously.

"It's so you can put us on speaker, quicker than you can turn on the transmitter in your ear. Now get out of here," she said once Alucard was also in the car.

With a nod, the ivory-skinned man slipped the key into the ignition, also noting that upon the key-ring resided a new house key - no doubt for his replaced door. Still in park, his foot pressed against the gas lightly in rapid succession, and he was quite pleased with the sound of it. Yes, he would like this vehicle. With that decided, he place it into reverse and back out, switched gears and pulled out onto the busy street. Habitually he noted it was sometime around noon, the peak of their business at the flower shop, which they arrived at shortly after. Ah, the speed of the Porsche - it was gorgeous, and the smooth turns and merges it was capable of making. One might could deduce that Abyssinian was falling in love with the pitch black automobile.

Aya pulled into the far back of the lot, as he often did and stepped out of the car. He slipped his keys into his pocket, glanced towards Alucard, and then walked towards the shop. As he stepped inside, Omi called a greeting to him, placing a flower pot upon the shelf.

"You're just in time. We were about to die from crowd rampage," he exclaimed, wiggling his way through the girls to meet Aya half way.

He peered over at Alucard, "If you want, you can stay in-"

"Aya...?" a shaky voice whispered from the doorway, and the redhead turned in reaction.

"...Sakura," he stated, before the girl threw herself upon him, arms embracing his neck tightly as tears spilled down her face.

"I thought... I thought you were dead," she sniffled, looking up into the startlingly cold eyes. She had seen them without the frigid mirrors in place, she had witnessed the softness they could manage, but it had been only for a moment.

"What the hell are you talking about?" His hands rose to the girl's shoulders, prepared to push her away, but she suddenly grew fierce.

"You will not push me away again! I know you feel something for me, otherwise you wouldn't have done this!" and without further delay, she pressed her lips to his, tongue working its way into his mouth as he froze where he stood, violet eyes wide as his fingers softened on her shoulders, quivering gently with the memory of what he had done in Alucard's absence.

Aside from kissing the Vampire's neck, Sakura had been the last person he had kissed, and now he was doing so again - though this time around it was unwilling. The grip upon her tightened again, and he roughly shoved her away from him, dodging out the front door to leave the customers and his co-workers baffled, and Sakura heart-broken, though feeling smug that she had gotten to Aya to the point he required fleeing.

 

As it all passed by Alucard's eyes, the Vampire felt the fire rise in his vessels once more-what did the young woman mean by that? He scrutinized her, and realised within an instant that she was the one he had threatened earlier to stay away from Aya. At that point, he was still feeling a bit confident that he had claimed new property, so any intrusions on such were strictly forbidden. Now, not only had Aya been raped, he dashed out the door after this girl had kissed him. Why was his possession constantly being... defiled! And her words-“otherwise you wouldn't have done this”? That suggested that he had instigated something, but it must have been whilst Alucard was gone... or in the past, but that was doubtful since her feelings still seemed fresh, not some long-held grudge. Yes, in the days that the Vampire had been absent, something had happened between Sakura and Aya, seemingly, a kiss. And the Vampire couldn't possibly have such an impertinent girl in his way, though her trials would follow Aya's.

Yes, the punk was truly the one to enact punishment upon first. Alucard couldn't help but feel as if the redhead had in some way disobeyed him, and though they had not signed a master/slave agreement, per-se, surely the fact that the Vampire had fucked him senseless four times meant something. It was not acceptable to Alucard, at least. It would be as if Seras became dissatisfied with Hellsing or himself and went to find herself a new life whilst still his servant. It would not happen, and if it ever were to (though Seras was too sentimental), just as she would be punished, so would Aya. It was light out, and he didn't care, as he needed to be awake anyway. Though he despised sunlight-whatever was necessary. The Vampire followed Aya out the door, the vibrance of his trench coat folding about him. He espied the redhead and strode up to him, and suddenly, with a harsh grip, clenched the young man by the collar of his turtle neck, reeling him forward. Not wanting to disrupt public in plain view, he pulled Aya back to the car, slowly, and shoved the redhead roughly against the car, pressing his body against the slender frame to restrict any resistance. He pressed his face close to Aya's.

“What happened while I was gone... punk?” he spat the last word out with a bit of detest, the usual smile that graced his features evident no where upon his face. No, a different type of insanity was visible within his eyes, the ones that were able to be seen through the yellowed glasses due to sunlight. Within the swirling crimson pools gleamed pure sadism.

 

Aya remained unflinching against the car, violet eyes staring forward in an unseeing manner. A pale hand pressed to his mouth as he relived both moments with Sakura, and even the reluctant kiss that had been forced upon when Alucard had threatened the girl. For a man that was decidedly homosexual, he'd received three too many intimate kisses from a female. And why had he let one of them be willingly? Why had he ever thought to force himself to be anything but gay? The answer to that question had him shoved against the Porche, demanding what he'd done to catch Sakura's affections. It was because of Alucard's absence that he had tried to experiment with another sexuality, to get the man off of his mind. And now it was backfiring in his face.

The purple mirrors narrowed as he turned his attention to the Vampire, body stiffening as he grew defensive.

"I don't have to answer to you," Aya growled, stone face in place as he decided that he would not spill forth his transgressions to the man.

The assassin would certainly not agree with the idea that he was Alucard's property, a trophy for the man's amusement or gloating purposes.

"And what the hell is it to you if I did anything with Sakura?"

Now, Aya could have been a smart man and merely told Alucard what he'd done, but the stubborn man inside of him had got the best of his senses. And dammit, he wanted to know just why Alucard got to angry over things like this. There was the first time Sakura had kissed him - he'd threatened to kill the girl, and then there was Schuldig and the rape scenario - Alucard had gotten highly annoyed at the idea of it, and now there was another two kisses with Sakura that the Vampire was pissed over. It made him question just how much Alucard felt for him beyond sex, and if the dark-haired man actually cared for him - he wanted to know.

 

At this, the scorn within Alucard's eyes only intensified, and he hissed into Aya's face,

“You belong to me, punk. When we first fucked it marked my ownership over you and having my property soiled isn't something I'm fond of!”

He took Aya, and slammed him against the brand new Porche, with enough force to dent the car (though he did not). Then again, the assassin was raised in the air, and Alucard shoved him into the side of the car once more. A gloved hand gripped Aya's neck, jerked him back and threw his head back down, causing a sickening crack to sound as Aya's head connected with the metal. Alucard did it again, and again once more, adding more force each time until the final time he was sure he would snap Aya's head from the pallid, but bruised, neck. The Vampire was positive it had been quite painful, as logically his strength was much greater than that of an average man's. Alucard's grip on the neck tightening, as if he was attempting to choke the life from the assassin-something impossible, due to immorality. However, he felt as if it must have been uncomfortable not being able to breathe.

From his side, a silver gun-Joshua-was removed it, but he did not pull the trigger, and instead, brought the hard, sharp edge against the back of Aya's head, roughly, but not enough to knock the young man out. He had been grinning since he had started abusing the redhead, and was still grinning now. Certainly it was not the most effective method, but it was definitely the most enjoyable. Alucard wasn't one for talking such things out, no. Just as it had been so long ago, if one were to disobey him, they would be harmed. And, at the thought of the punk's seeming willingness to defy him, Alucard cocked his gun and pressed it against the assassin's chest. He roughly jerked the young man away from the car and raised him in the air by his neck-the neck constricted tightly by his hand. Smiling madly, he looked into the violet mirrors, chuckling.

“You're immortal, aren't you?”

He would pull the trigger without a second thought, as well, but waited for the correct moment. The Vampire, in this moment, had lost all previous thoughts about Aya he had once had, and saw him for only one thing-his property, his possession, one that was sentient and chose to resist him.

 

Aya's concern over where he stood with Alucard had been answered. Whether he liked it or not, he belonged to the man and intimacy between himself and anyone else was strictly forbidden - or something to that affect. Pain screamed through his skull as the first hit to it was felt, followed by several more, each time the hurt intensifying until looking at Alucard only showed a sick and twisted mixture of black, red, and olive. He had pressed his eyes shut against the image, lest he vomit upon the Vampire as the pain seeped into his gut, turning his stomach sour. A coppery taste permeated his mouth as he realized his teeth had clamped down hard upon his tongue during the beating.

The violet orbs sprang open as he felt the barrel of his gun pressed to his chest, and he opened his mouth to speak, a small crimson river slid down from the corner of his lips. His mind swam frantically; he'd told Sakura that he wanted Alucard, and he was slowly realizing that with wanting the Vampire, he was opening himself to this kind of abuse and not even death would or could save him; finally he had admitted to himself that he felt something for the monster, and he could sense those feelings hardening away - if this continued, he would undoubtedly end up hating Alucard, but would begging even allow him a reprieve? To think, he'd actually almost begged for Alucard to save him from Schuldig! Who was he supposed to call for to save him from Alucard? As he struggled to speak, his words were caught in his throat, still in Alucard's unforgiving grip. It was so hard to form a coherent sentence, and it came out strangled, but bruising in its need to be said:

"I... I called... For... You."

It was all he could manage to utter, and with the end of the sentence he fell back into silence, taking notice of his body desperately trying to breathe within, but to no avail.

At these words, the Vampire's eyes widened, and his face faltered if only for a moment, but quickly his lips drew into a wide grin.

“You don't say,” he chuckled, and, almost reluctantly the gun was drawn away from Aya's chest, placed back at his side. So, Aya had screamed for him-it seemed almost incorrect, but then, it didn't. In a sick way, it made sense-as the dominant one, perhaps Alucard had given Aya a feeling of some sort of protection, or... he didn't know what it was like to be submissive. All he knew is that this was proof of Aya's utter submission, and though it most likely was an incredible embarrassment to the strong-willed assassin, the Vampire found himself only experiencing pride. He slowly let the young man fall to the ground, and as he did, he spied the blood slipping from Aya's mouth. In the back of his mind, his seeming addiction kicked at him, springing to life. It seemed like it had been so long since tasting Aya's blood, and it had been a little while since eating... quite awhile, in fact. With this thought in mind he bent down toward the redhead's mouth, and softly licked the blood from his chin. Several times his tongue went back and forth across Aya's mouth, making sure to lick every little drop, and it progressed as he followed the taste into the wet cavity.

Probing for more of the delicious fluid, Alucard's tongue swirled in Aya's mouth, and as he did this, he slowly drew the punk closer. The taste of the crimson essence was enough to put the Vampire at ease, but it was also enough to rile his bloodlust. He desired for more blood immediately, and knew that the punk's body was absolutely full of the stuff, each drop aching to be inside his mouth. Or perhaps it was the other way around? Bah, who cared for technicalities. All he knew is that as he licked and massaged Aya's bloody tongue with his own tongue, his desire for the redhead was growing. It would seem so odd that Alucard had just violently abused the young man and now was engaging in a make-out session with him, but so was the way of the Vampire. Alucard did not find abuse out of the ordinary when it came to feeding-in fact, it make the experience all the more enjoyable. And he was taking the utmost enjoyment in this. He was, after all... hungry.

 

The words Aya had murmured had stripped him of his very honor, driving him to his knees in a mental sense as he sacrificed the last of his resistance with admitting such a thing. Tentative hands drifted up Alucard's sides, and at first his tongue shied away from Alucard's (as it had done the last time Sakura had kissed him), but it wasn't long before he responded to the probing appendage. He found it disturbingly strange how he allowed himself to take all of the man's abuse, and moments later allow that same man's affection soften his body from its defensive state. Why did this feel so right? He could remember all of his previous relationship, from when he was even Ran, and never had he been in a relationship that felt like this. All others felt oddly out of place compared to what he shared with Alucard. Now, he'd loved before, and not even that felt concrete - strange for the fact that there was little chance of him ever falling in love with the Vampire (not in the stereotypical sense, at any rate).

Shucking his thoughts, he found that one hand had traced itself over Alucard's chest to forage and caress the ebony tresses, and his other was at his pocket, retrieving keys that he blindly (for he had his eyes shut) groped into the lock of the car door. One eye slipped open to peer over Alucard's shoulder at the street that lay beyond the parking lot of the store. If the Vampire planned on feeding, it would need to be done outside of the view of people - though they were parked almost behind the store, it still left the risk of someone discovering them, and then panicking.

With a bit of manipulating, he successfully opened the door, and with his mouth still preoccupied with Alucard's, his fingers searched for the mechanism to put the front seat forward so that the back would be capable of getting into. Though the front seats might have sufficed, the clutch might prove painful once they were both in, as it was jutting out between the two seats and the back had tinted windows to conceal the feeding. With the passenger seat finally falling forward, Aya held the kiss for a few more moments before easing himself into the back of the car.

 

Grinning, the Vampire quickly found himself in the back of Aya's car as well, and the door shut tightly behind them. Within moments, he was sliding the shirt off the young man and tossing it aside carelessly, the bruised and beaten alabaster chest in full view now. The Vampire smiled, but was only focused on the neck and brought Aya closer, situating the young man on his lap and removing his gloves, hands habitually sliding up and down the curve of the assassin's back. He bent the frame forwards, bringing the neck to his mouth. He slowly worked his lips over the skin, tracing Aya's collarbone as his fingers lighted upon the shoulder blades. The rubies, bright with lust, slid shut, and his tongue was caressing Aya's upper torso, this kisses coming madly as he slowly worked his way up the thing he desired-the neck.

As his lips pressed against the bruised but oh-so-wonderful neck, Alucard felt a bristling within him, a fire that burned in his lower abdomen. It hadn't been even more than three days and he was already aching for the sweet sanguine fluid-perhaps he truly was addicted. Sharp fangs pricked the skin of the young man, before slowly sinking into a large artery, causing blood to rush into Alucard's mouth. He grinned slightly through the entire situation and guzzled it down, throat working, a bit spilling from the sides of his lips, down his chin and down the punk's body, painting the milky canvas already splotched with black and blue and scabs with bright red streaks. The Vampire continued sucking down the blood with an intense desire, and his hands pressed the frame closer to him by the neck and the lower back, an embrace that would spell death for most-but for Alucard and Aya, it only meant pleasure.

 

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Schrodingers Cat: Latizul and I actually had to go back and count how many chapters there were where Alucard and Aya weren't doing the nasty. And there are several where no sex was involved! Including this one. We were ecstatic to get your review. Thank you, and please feel free to drop us another! <3

 

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