Hellsing Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Beyond Mortal Blood ❯ Never Felt Pleasure and Pain Like This ( Chapter 12 )

Kay's here again to bring you this chapter. I just know all of our fans have been anticipating another update in BMB, right? Like I said in the last chapter, everybody knows how this one is going to start. So, there's a warning in order.

 

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DETAILED GUY/GUY SEX AND SODOMY. NO LIKEY GAY SEX, DON'T READ.

 

I think that's good enough, don't you?

 

Lati, who is Sadako, and I have the usual OoCness apologies.

 

That's about as far as the notes go for this installment, and so I'll let you get to reading now. READ, REVIEW, AND ENJOY! ^^

 

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The redhead leaned his head to the side, eyes half shut in the moment where pain mixed with pleasure. A gentle sigh of ecstasy released from him, and he was slightly caught off guard by it. His body was suggesting to him that he had missed the particular experience between them, the intimate feasting on his blood, it was also hinting that he wanted terribly for himself to be closer to the Vampire in all other senses that they had been before. It was already clear to Aya that he could be nothing more than gay. While Alucard merely kissing him had already begun to excite him, the willing kiss he had shared with that girl had done nothing for him. He thought of her as "that girl" for at the moment he could not remember her name. Then again, why was he thinking about it all? Alucard, the man he had blatantly told her he wanted, was pressing him close, mouth fastened upon his neck.

With that thought replacing the other, he allowed himself to relax further, shivering gently as the beads of crimson slipped down his chest. Well, that was just wonderful.

"I hope you plan on cleaning up that mess," he murmured half-heartedly, hands working over Alucard's clothed abdomen.

Mentally he noted that clothed would soon be remedied to bare expanses of muscled upper body, and his fingers set determinedly to removing the articles, or at least get them open for his hands to roam as they so desired to. As it was, it did not take him a great deal of time to reveal the Vampire's olive chest, and hungrily his slender digits crawled over the skin. They stopped upon two areas of raised flesh on either side of Alucard's chest, and tenderly his fingers glided over them before returning to repeat the gesture in gently caresses.

The Vampire didn't respond to Aya's word, but only his touches. He pulled off the remainder of his clothes on his upper-torso, tossing them to the side with Aya's shirt. His hat and spectacles followed, and as he gazed upon Aya's bloody chest, he only felt a swell of desire for the young man. And the touches upon his chest-especially those two “special” areas-specifically aroused him. Aya hadn't known that it was a particular erogenous zone for the Vampire, but as it was touched he felt chills shoot up his spine, gooseflesh covering his body. Though, he made no vocal response, only physical. He pulled Aya even closer, pressing their chests together, and now his mouth was against the two holes, his mouth was flooded with the scarlet fluid, and hungrily, he swallowed.

Alucard's hands worked at the redhead's flesh, massaging and caressing as his tongue thrashed inside the wounds, his hips bucking against Aya's for a moment. Lids twitched, even though they were closed, and he realised that being apart from the redhead for even this long had caused a longing in him, now being released. Wait-did that mean to sound as if he had missed Aya? He had missed the one who had defied him so blatantly (though did become submissive once beaten as he should have)? The one who was so stubborn and shielded from the world? Alucard scoffed lightly at the thought, but such things were soon shoved away as he allowed himself to fall back into the word of lust, the world that consisted of Aya's delicious blood and incredible sex.

 

A moan erupted from the redhead, his hands grasping at Alucard's shoulders gently. Tilting his head forward to rest it at the nook of Alucard's neck, he eased himself back onto the leather seat, grip tightening on the man for only a moment to drag him down on top of him. With the compact space of the car, Aya's left leg hung off the seat, foot resting upon the floor, with his right bent at the joint and pressed against the back of the seat - allowing Alucard room to lay between the long appendages.

Again his hands moved, nails grazing along the columns of muscle on either side of Alucard's spine, their track downward until they met the fabric of the Vampire's pants. They journeyed upward, palms smoothing over the reddish marks his fingers had left minutes before. He felt his own back growing moist against the leather, skin having grown heated from Alucard's attention. That was the bad thing about having a leather interior, but on the flip side it would be easy to clean and so he didn't think much of it. Hands fell away from the man for a moment, as he took a few seconds to tug off his shoes and socks and toss them to the floorboard. With that task out of the way, he allowed his hands the freedom to grace Alucard's neck with feather-light touches before disappearing into the thick, silk-sable locks. For an asshole, Alucard had startling soft hair - one might expect it to feel like straw, or something like that.

 

The Vampire shuddered in Aya's touch on his neck, the warmth of the slender digits nearly startling. He appreciated the new position, as it gave him a bit more feeling of control, his body on top of Aya's. With himself between the young man's legs, he took time to press his hips against the young man's, and his hands were slowly stroking the sides of Aya's torso, feeling every inch of skin that could be felt. Alucard could sense the heat rising between them, and in themselves as well, and grinned a little, blood still spilling down his throat. He had a dangerous feeling that feeding off the punk would progress into sex once more, not that it bothered him. No, none whatsoever. The bliss of sex combined with blood-sucking was one of the greatest pleasures known to a Vampire.

Alucard felt his arousal growing, both intangibly and tangibly, and it would be obvious to the assassin below him within moments, he was positive of it. Though, it didn't bother him, and for a moment, wrenched his head away from Aya's neck, and slid his hands upward toward the red silk atop the young man's head, and lost his fingers within it. With a cocky grin, he stared down upon the young man, rubies gleaming with a touch of wickedness and desire, and suddenly his lips were down upon Aya's, kissing fervently, with power. It was as if he was commanding something from the punk, and with his hands he pressed Aya deeper into the kiss, tongue slipping into the young man's mouth, scarlet tongue snaking about. Alucard nearly groaned as he felt a shiver creep through him, but still kept silent. And as was he kissing the young man, he knew that within moments, he would fall back to Aya's neck, where blood still flowed from.

 

That's just what Alucard needed - a feeling of more power and dominance over Aya. It was almost impossible for the two to refrain from sex when Alucard was feeding. In fact, the redhead could recall only once that it hadn't resulted in fucking - when he'd ruptured those caplets in his mouth, but even then they'd ended up kissing, not that Aya was complaining about it. How could he? Well, no, scratch that - he could complain quite verbally about it, because being Alucard's lover meant he was completely open to all sorts of abuse and since he couldn't die it could stretch to immeasurable limits - he was just choosing not to complain, because he was getting something out of it as well.

The jean-clothed hips rolled against Alucard's in response, his growing erection grinding against the man's, and he met the kiss with equal passion and want. Two ivory fingers escaped the Vampire's tresses, sliding through the blood pumping from his own neck. He held his lips against Alucard's for a moment more before pulling his head back, slightly, the crimson-stained fingers reaching up to color the lower lip of his lover, before sliding into the well of Alucard's mouth, tickling over the tongue to clean the digits of the blood while providing him with another taste of the immortal nectar of the Fujimiya family. Fingers still occupied in the mouth, Aya tilted his face forward, whispering tongue and kisses over Alucard's jaw and throat. The way Aya saw it, the Vampire was constantly praising his body, and he didn't praise the Vampire's often enough, and he wanted to. The hand still in Alucard's hair left it, traveling over an olive light shoulder on its path down to the man's chest, where his fingers found what they were searching for - an area that had evoked a reaction out of Alucard earlier. Nails and gentle pressure ran over it, circled it, admiring it with tender touches.

 

The Vampire was surprised with Aya's actions, though wouldn't complain-in fact, he enjoyed them. It was something different, certainly, and gently, his tongue twisted about and around the fingers, rolling in between and savouring every last drop they could. Soon, the fingers had been cleaned of blood, but it didn't bother Alucard, and he continued sucking on them, slowly and sensually, his tongue massaging and rubbing. The sensation of Aya's tongue and lips on his neck, his jaw, only caused a shudder to resonate through him, and a light groan escaped him. The pleasure, the teasing pleasure was only intensified when he felt the touches applied to those two areas on his chest, and immediately, he found himself pressing his hips into the young man's, rotating them, allowing their erections to bump and rub against each other-even through cloth it felt incredibly arousing. His hands fell from Aya's head, sliding down, memorizing every part of the young man's lithe frame, falling at the hem of his jeans. His thumbs slipped under, gliding across the soft skin, and, one hand fell out, working at the button and sliding the zipper down, slowly. The Vampire still sucked on Aya's fingers, and could only feel bliss, causing his body to shake gently for a moment.

The young man hadn't pleasured him like this before-yeah, his cock had been sucked, but it was nothing like the intimacy of erogenous zones, certainly. Of course, you could probably count the cock as one, but it was so obvious and not as... interesting as such things like the particular areas that made your partner shudder in joy. Thinking of this, one hand rose from Aya's jeans and crawled over his body, to the tip of his ear, brushing over it ever so gently, and the edges of his lips perked upwards in a mischievous grin. Alucard was growing more aroused and consequently, aching to be rough with the young man, yet such thoughts conflicted with his desire to receive more of this type of pleasure. He knew eventually, he would get both, so it didn't bother him, though he did notice that without the blood upon Aya's fingers, the lust for blood was rising once more.

 

As fingers lighted upon his ear, the redhead quivered gently, rather enjoying the softness between them. But hadn't he been afraid before of that tenderness? - had he not thought of it as some kind of commitment that he didn't want? Ah, but it seemed he was already committed to the Vampire in the sense of property, so perhaps that is what made the difference, or maybe it was because he'd finally shed that last bit of resistance against the man looming over him. Whatever the reason, he no longer shied from this curiously gentle aspect of their relationship. As praising lips met Alucard's collarbone, they turned their destination again, kissing and nibbling upwards over the neck. As they arrived upon the jaw, Aya pried his fingers from the man's mouth, replacing ivory digits with his tongue as he brought their lips back together for a deep and intimately personal kiss.

Aya's hips moved against Alucard's, further carrying him onto waves of pleasure - waves that rose against the electricity of that kiss. The hand that had been dancing along Alucard's chest fell down the neatly carved abdomen, brushing over the Vampire's hand on its way to the man's lower garments, slender fingers ghosting upon the button. At long last he withdrew his lips from Alucard's, violet pools fluttering open from beneath dark lashes as he looked up at the man, head tilting back to reveal the alabaster length of his bleeding throat. Gentle touches were nice, but Aya was growing much too bothered by their physical and mental chemistry. Clothes needed to go, that was at the top of his list of things to do, and even he craved Alucard's rough sense of domination and affection. It was likely the future would hold more such tender gestures between the two, but certainly he did not want that to be the only thing betwixt them - a nice combination of pleasure and pain was more than fine with him.

 

At the invitation to drink from the sweet, red rivers, the Vampire was hasty about accepting. Instantaneously, his mouth, lips and tongue were upon the area, lapping and licking and sucking all they could. Light olive curtains fell to cover lustful scarlet orbs, and Alucard raised his hips, working his lower garments down with one hand and kicked off the remainder of what he could not reach, and pulled away from Aya with a bit of longing still living, and his hands were roughly pulling away the clothes donning the young man's lower torso. As soon as they were both fully exposed, Alucard gripped Aya from underneath his arms, and picked him up, slamming him against the inside of the car, kissing him madly, tongue winding around Aya's. This continued for a few more moments before his mouth fell from the punk's lips, kissing down his cheek and jawline, down his neck (not forgetting to collect blood on the way), and soon, had found its place on the area around Aya's collarbone. Alucard had recalled the fact that the young man had willingly kissed another-a woman, no less-and still felt, a bit, that he didn't receive enough abuse as he should have, despite his total and complete submission. With this thought in mind, pearly, pointy canines were revealed and consequently sunk into the skin around Aya's collarbone and shoulder with unnerving violence.

The way his head was moved as he pulled in and out was threatening to tear the skin, and his body jerked slightly, carrying the young man's body with it, causing the assassin's skull to connect with the window of the car. As he took blood from the wounds he had created, he took a tight hold on Aya's wrist and guided the hand toward his erection, now aching for a touch, and as the ivory fingers grazed the skin, the Vampire moaned ever-so-softly. This felt better to Alucard, as the gentleness was irritating him as well. Surely, he could stand it for a few moments, but such things were short lived and should be cherished for that reason, not drawn-out simply because they should be cherished. It was a confusing bit of thought, true, but it was what the Vampire felt should be, if those moments were going to intrude on his sex at all. Alucard simply wasn't a man for flowers and chocolates-he preferred whips and chains to both. Flowers could wilt, and he couldn't consume the food anyway.

The worst chains could do is rust, and he was sure the grating feeling on the wrist would be more pleasurable anyway.

 

Aya had flinched away from the glass as his head was slammed into it. Apparently, Alucard still wasn't satisfied with adding extra abuse to their already rough relationship. At least he'd only kissed Sakura - he could have done much worse, but he was quite relieved he hadn't. Otherwise, he'd be hurting more than this, of that he was absolutely certain. The redhead would not complain against it, for he'd been wanting to return to the brutality of their sexual encounters, and in a sense had been asking for the very thing. A groan escaped him as the hand not on Alucard's cock reached to massage his head. His skull had gotten a great deal of punishment, and rather surprising was the fact that he still hadn't managed to end up with a concussion.

The hand fell to rest on Alucard's hip, his other rubbing over the man's member with a tender firmness and teasing sort of pressure. Aya felt a drop of perspiration slide down his side. The leather beneath him was growing unbearable against the heat of his body. Already a light film of sweat was moistening his flesh, rendering its taste salty sweet. Aya allowed a heavy breath to pour from between his lips, chest rising and falling in a ruined rhythm. He desired, craved - wanted - to draw even closer to the Vampire, body screaming for that undeniable pain and bliss of sodomy. His own erection pulsed, aching for reprieve. Pressing himself up against the Vampire, his hips bucked vehemently against the older man above him, violet eyes boring into him intensely, quietly.

 

Alucard had pulled himself away from Aya for a moment when the assassin had shifted, and had caught the look in the young man's stare. It was the type of stare that one gave when absolutely dying for sex. He had also caught a glimpse of the redhead's throbbing member, and both combined sent only one message toward him, the message that had been whispered in his ear when they had fucked only days before-the ones that had ignited such arousement within him. And as the soft words drifted through his mind, Alucard could only feel utter lust take him over, seeing the young man covered in blood, with a hard cock and a desire to be abused made him smirk maliciously. Alucard had desired this thing for quite awhile, as he found his lovers the most beautiful when drenched in their own blood, and he felt that he looked quite good in it as well, but that was an entirely different story. The scarlet hues of the fluid set off the vibrance of Aya's hair, which in turn, seemed to illuminate the amethysts that were his eyes, seemingly gaining endless gleaming facets.

The Vampire was not one for the typical bombshell beauty whatsoever, but the young man before him enraptured him, though it was not shown on his face. The countenance only contained that of a dark lust and wicked smile, and with that the Vampire adjusted the assassin and himself in such a way that with one thrust, he was working his way inside Aya, the aching cock both soothed and inflamed by the clenching heat of the young man's body. A warmth coursed through Alucard's body, and a groan fell through his lips. The assassin rested in Alucard's arms, held up below him, his legs separated on either side of the Vampire as Alucard placed his mouth against the bloody upper-torso, tongue licking and gathering and mouth swallowing as slowly, he was pulling out of Aya, only to push back in a slightly quicker pace at the last moment. In the heat of sex, the young man's blood was even more appetizing than usual, and simply made the experience that more delightful.

 

A shudder ran through the alabaster frame as Alucard pushed in slowly that first time. Now that was a feeling he could not deny that he missed. Though entering was always the most painful process of their kind of sex, it was high upon the list of things Aya was drunkenly addicted to - it was where the line lay between Aya and Ran, where the two merged and became one entity, with all of Aya's roughness and Ran's submissive will to please. The point at which his past mingled with the present in which he lived. Sadly, he could not remember any relationship before Alucard's that he had been so wanton to crave for. Tidbit memories of old boyfriends were there, but never the need to tumble in bed with them so easily and with such pure abandon.

As the redhead thrust himself forcefully onto the Vampire's erection, driving the man deeply into him with the goal of being sent to the point of no return, Aya realized that in some twisted variation of the term - Alucard and himself were a "couple,” they were lovers, and possibly by society boyfriends. What a perplexing thought, but no longer could he try to convince himself that at any time he could stop this relationship with Alucard. The man in no uncertain terms had told the assassin that he was "his,” and so he could not think that this was just sex and a good time away from his job and priorities. He belonged to Alucard in some kind of boyfriend bonding way, forbidding him from touching others in a sexual way, or being touched by others in a sexual way. That's what he had deduced so far, anyway.

 

Aya stroked his hands over Alucard's shoulders, massaging his biceps slowly before switching their attention the olive light back, which they clasped and embraced loosely as Aya rolled his hips into the man's, urging a quicker, harder pace. Strange to say that he was growing accustomed to fucking without lubrication, but something about the raw feel of Alucard within him with nothing to ease the hurt drove Abyssinian mad with flush desire.

 

The Vampire pulled the young man closer, fangs grinding against the porcelain flesh as he did so, his lips rough as he kissed and sucked. The pace became slightly more urgent, his hips now rocking back and forth with a bit more speed, his cock pulsing in pleasure. Alucard could sense the heat between them, heat that did not exist on him unless placed there, as he did not have a natural body heat of his own. However ever since they had entered the small space and the clothes had been removed, perspiration had dewed on his skin, Aya's own raging heat had been transferred to his own body. And now, he was as hot as the young man, as sweaty, and held the same desire for more. His fingernails dug into the flesh of Aya's back as he pumped in and out, faster still. He still downed more and more blood, rabidly licking it up. The Vampire too had lost all sense, completely wound about the young man for this moment, as he wanted to swallow all of him, but couldn't, and knew he couldn't, and so swallowed more and more, a pleasure that was all too sinful.

Knowing the young man couldn't die, Alucard's mind turned dark, and he pressed the redhead close into him, nails tearing at Aya's flesh, fucking him harder. Deep inside him the Vampire could feel himself aching to progress to the next level of domination, of submission-he wanted to perform the true conquest-to kill the young man. But no matter how much blood slid down his throat and how tightly he held the redhead, how much breath the young man lost and how long he passed out that he would not and could not die. Though, another part of him, the sick part that Alucard held no affection towards in his current state almost didn't want the young man to die, no matter how badly he deserved to be conquered. He wanted to keep Aya around for another go at this, for his delicious blood and-his... company? Not that Aya kept good company, he was absolutely silent though still, there was just that spark about him that intrigued the Vampire, though despite these thoughts he was still a beast, a monster, and still wanted to kill Aya in those moments.

 

Where Alucard's nails ruptured skin, blood soon began sliding down the marble back - which had remained fairly unmarred until today. Damn Alucard and his need to dominate Aya completely! A bit agitated by the idea, the redhead pulled his hands away from the older man's back, and he allowed the nails of one to claw down the olive chest, harshly over Alucard's erogenous zone, while the other tangled themselves in Alucard's hair to pull the face away from his blood. Violet eyes opened, narrowing as he glared at the man fucking him roughly. Just because he body was being submitted to sodomy did not mean his body enjoyed further stretches of unnecessary pain.

Aya could only be so submissive before the rebel in him kicked to life. Shoving himself onto Alucard, he pressed his countenance close to the man's, catching his lower lip between his teeth and clamping down upon it ruthlessly, before he allowed his tongue into the bloody mouth, eyes still open and staring at Alucard angrily. It was probable that Alucard too would react harshly towards his rebellion to complete submission, but it didn't matter. Besides, the line had to be drawn somewhere between what Aya would accept without complaining, and what just went too far for even him to be able to enjoy. And dammit, he'd make Alucard see that before he allowed himself to release his passion.

 

The Vampire noticed by the young man's negative reaction to his violent advances that he possibly had gone too far, something he almost threw away the thought of. However, he found himself appreciating the fact that the young man had some fight left in him, even if he would not bend to Alucard's every whim. And when Aya had come back with violent maneuvers of his own the Vampire could only revel in the fact that perhaps it had been turned into a little game, something he was always up for. Now that the redhead made the second move it was Alucard's turn, and he took his turn by pushing both himself and the assassin forward, causing Aya to connect harshly with the car door. Alucard pinned the alabaster shoulders to the window, and he drove himself deeper into the young man, his thrusts coming faster and harder. Returning the glare that Aya had given him, Alucard modified it only slightly by smiling, a devilish gleam within the ruby gems.

His head fell forward and he planted his lips on the young man's, kissing him demandingly, eyes falling shut as he moved his lips over Aya's, teeth and tongue taking part in the game, all whilst he kept the rhythm of his thrusts increasing, harder and faster, causing his body to press closer to Aya's. Alucard's mouth was full of the coppery essence, but after so many times of kissing him willingly, the Vampire was sure that Aya wouldn't mind the taste-perhaps he may have gotten used to it. After moments had passed his lips fell from the redhead's mouth, kissing down the jaw line and the neck, tongue laying on the fluid it craved the taste of, lapping it up.

Through this he was feeling swells and swells of warmth, of intense pleasure that swarmed and soaked into his mind, inebriating him if only for that long. He could feel the bliss stretching every nook and cranny of his body, ebbing and flowing out to his fingertips and toes. Alucard groaned, closed eyelids twitching, and he forced Aya harder into the car door, the scent of blood and sex hot within the car and within his nostrils. It would be nearly suffocating if he required to breathe, but the heat was good enough for him, sweat beading on his thighs and chest as he pounded into the assassin.

 

It was possible that Aya would never grow used to the taste of blood, but he had gotten to a point that he tolerated it enough not to bitch. As the redhead's back slammed into the window, blood splashed against it, spreading between the glass and the blood-painted alabaster. One hand grasped Alucard's shoulder, the other sliding down the misted window, clenched as his body grew tight. A final, deep thrust onto Alucard set off the stars within his mind. The glowing tidal wave crashed over him, bathing their chests in the seed of Aya's passion. Shoulders sagged against the door, his body shuddering in those last throes of passion.

Aya greedily gulped in the air, nearly gagging upon the stench that permeated his car, stinking of sex and murder. It would need to be cleaned, he noted to himself, grip falling soft upon the olive hued shoulder, violet eyes remaining hidden behind pale lids. Of all their previous encounters, Aya found this one to be one of the more intense, and possibly most memorable (if he actually put value on each time, that is). It had certainly been the most sweat and blood-filled fucking so far, but that didn't mean a future one wouldn't take the cake instead.

 

It had taken a few more thrusts within the clenched body, but soon after Aya exploded, Alucard followed rather quickly, emptying his own passion inside the young man. A sheet of pleasure surrounded him from all sides, and a deep groan poured through his lips, though muffled by Aya's flesh. He felt that this was possibly one of the best sessions they had experienced yet, though all were quite high on the list. Remaining tremors passed through him, the numbness bristling away as he felt his senses once again come to life. He allowed his eyes to open once more as he pulled away from the redhead, removing himself and looking down at the mess that had been created. Aya was soaked in his own blood, and both had been splashed with the assassin's cum. The Vampire felt the heat of the room, though knew not what to do with the mess they had made. However, a brilliant idea came to mind, and within moments his tongue was covering Aya's body, the soft appendage sliding over every muscle stained with the red essence, carefully lapping and sucking it up.

He pressed a hand to the wound on the young man's neck as well, hopefully it would clot within a few minutes, and in those minutes he would finish his work. Over the beaten chest and tight stomach his tongue ventured, gliding over toned arms and groin and neck. With this he had taken in almost all fluid that covered Aya, surely some still remained but that could be easily showered away. The thick, bothersome parts had been cleaned and swallowed. The Vampire looked down at himself, the expended passion and blood sliding down his own muscled form, and expressing no desire nor reluctance to clean it, he did, and now both of them were cleaned enough to leave the car at the least. The Vampire began to pull on his clothes, the layers that they were, and finally, when all had been applied and he added the final adjustment to his hat he found Aya dressed.

Before he turned to leave the car he pulled the redhead close, his mouth near the assassin's ear as he forced a hot breath over it, and he muttered, “Remember, you belong to me...” he paused, and sibilance wove through his voice with the last words, “Aya Fujimiya.”

 

The assassin was caught for a moment by the use of his name, sounding very foreign falling from the Vampire's lips. Quickly he shook away the stun preventing him from slipping out of the car on the driver's side - allowing Alucard to exit from the passenger's. His ear tingled still from the breath poured over it, and he fought a shudder away. The spot was just too sensitive for any sort of teasing, whether purposeful or accidental. Rather tiredly, and sorely, Aya strode back into flower shop, amethyst gaze drifting about curiously. Omi was at the register, Yohji working his charm on the girls, and among them he found that godforsaken girl that had inevitably caused him such pain before the fucking of his life. Sakura turned as he entered, magenta eyes riveted to the glare Aya planted upon her from across the room. Stalking through the girls, he narrowly avoided her as he made his way towards the exit that would lead to the apartment his fellow comrades shared.

Bright blue eyes turned to him, and a ginger brow arched, but a glance from the redhead answered his unspoken questions. Aya was in want of a shower, and through hell and high waters he would get one within the next ten minutes. Sakura ventured over to Omi, looking from him to where Aya had exited to.

"Sakura, I think it would be best if you left now. Aya looked pretty pissed when he saw you."

The girl frowned, "But..."

A sigh fell from the boy's mouth as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Look, Sakura, I know you think that Aya is your end-all-be-all, but the truth is he can't be. He's gay and he likes it. Go home and find someone else, okay?"

Very reluctantly the girl nodded, looking around nervously for Alucard before she dashed out of the shop and down the sidewalk - at least she had good reason to be afraid.

Aya counted his blessings as he stepped beneath the warm water, tilting his head back as his fingers rubbed over the bruises and bites. And as he turned, a hiss slid between his teeth as the water splashed against those new wounds. He'd glanced at them in the mirror, and he had decided it looked as if someone had lashed his back with a cat-of-nine-tails just once. Surely if he hadn't retaliated against Alucard, the skin would have looked worse, would have been more abused. A sigh escaped him as he gingerly scrubbed at his body, and then turned to the process of washing his hair. Why was it that every time he thought of Alucard saying his name, his skin grew flush with something akin to embarrassed giddiness? But worse was when he remembered he had sacrificed his final resistance to Alucard, and he felt utter shame in the fact.

 

The Vampire watched Aya enter the building, and he had been following slowly behind, slowly enough to catch sight of the young woman exiting the shop. The Vampire smiled. Now, he had remembered what he had promised her-that she would be able to observe Aya from Hell, but of course, he wasn't planning on seeing her again. Though he absolutely adored gore, he had a slight predisposition not to kill innocent humans due to the fact he worked for Hellsing and some of their values had been imposed on him-besides, while fun, it was a waste of blood. And Alucard was assuredly full. However, there was a small part of him that despised the fact that she had laid her grimy paws and nasty mouth on his property, and wished to follow up on that promise. There was the also the fact that she perhaps knew too much about Alucard, being that she was human and most likely realised that he was a Vampire, and that was slightly unacceptable, though he had revealed it willingly. Also contributing was the fact that she may be a threat to their situation, as a female who could most likely be captured and cause them unnecessary hassle. The old Damsel in Distress situation could be played out, and he was sure that with all this, Integra would not mind if he simply plucked her away.

This was the final thought that drove him to tail her, grinning to himself, and with his large stride it had taken him only moments to be within arm's length of her. They were now a bit distanced from the flower shop, near an alley which after jerking her close to his strong frame he pulled her into, pressing her frail body against the wall by both small shoulders. She threatened to scream but he slammed her head against the wall as she opened her mouth.

“Don't scream,” he ordered, before asking, “What happened between you and Aya while I was gone?”

Sakura debated whether not to reveal it to the man, but remembering his earlier promise and feeling his utter strength and power towering over her, she felt tears pooling in the corners of her eyes. Aya didn't love her, but she loved him, and he wanted this man, this violent man when she was so, so much better for him-all she wanted to do was help, and now she was being forced against the wall because of what she and he had done. Oh, God, why her? It didn't seem fair!

And as she thought this, the salty liquid poured down her cheeks, and she choked through sobs, “He kissed me... He held me and kissed me, and he suddenly stopped... I chased him and he wouldn't let me back again, I thought he might have wanted me... but no! The words... the words he told me... `I want him, not you!' And that's... that's all! Why... are you doing this? I love him...” and a loud whimper escaped her.

Alucard grinned widely, replying with a joyous tone, “Interesting... delightfully so. Now, I'm going to keep my word.”

And as he said this, he pressed his hand against her neck, squeezing tightly. In amusement he observed her struggle and choke, and plead for reprieve under his powerful grip, face turning red with the congregation of surplus blood. Alucard revealed Joshua from inside the folds of vibrant scarlet, pressing it against her temple.

“Enjoy the view,” he purred, rubies gleaming in excitement, before pulling the trigger, firing a bullet into and out of her skull, the bone cracking and falling about her, some of it ricocheting off the wall.

Scarlet essence covered both himself and her own body, the wall she was pressed against now stained with her presence for eternity, brains swishing about in bubbling blood and broken skull. Alucard removed his hand, letting her fall with a final thud and he placed his gun back into the flaps of his coat. Surely the police would find this, but they would most likely never find the killer, which tickled him a bit. Leaving her destroyed body on the ground he turned on his heel and strode back to the flower shop, slightly bothered by the sunlight but highly pleased with himself.

 

The redhead sauntered back into the flower shop, hair still slightly damp, beads of water catching upon the overhead lights set the female customers swooning.

"Aya's so mysterious," one whispered to another, giggling.

"Oh, I know, but he's just so perfect!" the girl answered, peering over at the redhead shyly as he pulled on an apron. I

Irately he shooed Omi away from the register, sinking down into the chair (carefully so). Violet eyes glowered at the girls that hovered about.

“If you're not going to buy anything, get out!" he snapped, quite a bit more agitated than he normally was.

The girls skittered away from him, giggles and laughs. Quietly Aya glanced around, noting that Sakura had left, and Alucard was on the fringe of the sea of customers. He shifted his gaze away from the Vampire, arms tucked over his chest as he tilted his head down in quiet contemplation. Omi made his way over, looking at him a bit worriedly.

"Aya, are you okay?" he asked softly.

"I'm fine," the assassin replied, nodding.

Omi shrugged helplessly, figuring the man wouldn't relieve any other information to hint why his mood was so foul.

"Oh, we'll be having a shipment in soon," the young boy added, catching the Weiss leader's gaze.

"Good, we've been waiting for it," Aya agreed, glancing at the girls hanging about.

Omi flashed a smile before scampering off, and the redhead turned his gaze to a girl hugging a vase of roses to her chest.

"Aya," she began, a little intimidated. "I have a question... I want to give my friend roses, but I don't know what color I'm supposed get." The redhead sat up, reaching out to take the vase from her.

"What's it for? Just being a friend, a thank you, what?" he queried.

"Oh, well I'm giving them to her as a thank you..." Ivory fingers played over the vibrant red petals, "You want to get her pink. Red signify sincere love."

The girl blinked, "Oh! Thank you," she gushed, smiling brilliantly as she ran off to apprehend a vase of pink roses instead. Aya, still rubbing his fingers over the silk petals, let out a small sigh, plucking one of the flowers from the arrangement. He really did like roses...

 

The Vampire merely surveyed the area, eyes scanning over the waves of young women. There were a few men that were not the workers in the shop, himself included, but he considered himself here on business for that split second. He was not one for flowers, though he could find the tragic beauty in such things, as some referred to it as. “Every rose has its thorns...” or some such thing. He found such a quote applied to Aya quite well, as the young man was indeed as lovely as a rose, and had many thorns... perhaps a bit too many in some lights. At least in the visions of the young girls crowding around him he was absolutely flawless, and the Vampire was positive they all anxiously waited for the day Aya would come to one of them and sweep her off her feet. He smirked slightly, knowing that day would never come. Especially for Sakura. He chuckled to himself at that thought-yes, of course for Sakura, she was dead and he was still incredibly pleased. Now not only had he fucked the young man, but he had made it clear of his possession and had destroyed the threat.

But perhaps that was much too selfish of him to think-yes, indeed, what were these thoughts flying through his mind? Such foolish notions. Aya may have been property, but it certainly did not give him the right to justify killing the young woman by it. However, he had other perfectly valid reasons, both of which he was just as attached to. His life with Hellsing still rose above Aya in importance, which he neither regretted nor was relieved about. It was a fortunate thing that Alucard was not fazed by death, took no remorse in killing, and saw no importance to his target's life to others. No, it was an activity, almost a job, he enjoyed and did so ruthlessly, happily. It was what built him up to be the monster that he was, something that he took pride in. His gaze drifted to Aya himself, the assassin in seemingly deep contemplation, though it was not Alucard's problem and didn't desire it to be, either. It was why he remained as he did, at the tip of the customers, arms crossed and smirking ever-so-lightly merely shuffled about by their movement.

 

Aya placed the roses aside, the one he'd been holding now in his lap as that same girl returned with another vase of roses to be purchased. Quickly his fingers worked the register and he waved her off as he set back in his seat. His hand closed about the petals of the rose as he glanced up towards Alucard. The grip upon the budding flower tightened harshly, crushing beneath it the soft, delicate work of nature. A thin brow twitched lightly as a thorn buried itself in the tip of his finger. Carelessly he brushed the broken petals from his lap, placing the stem on the counter as he pressed the wounded digit to his mouth. Violet eyes glanced down at the floor, and for a moment he wondered what had possessed him to destroy the flower. He was generally gentle with them, and complained at his comrades when they weren't.

Aya turned his face up as a pair of heels clicked against the sidewalk just outside the store, and moments later a red-haired female stepped in. Upon her thick curls set a beret, and she was garbed in slacks, a blouse, and a light business jacket. She smiled towards Aya, hand reaching out to clap Alucard on the shoulder.

"Nice to know you and Aya are treating that car well, what with the red decorations on the back window, " she commented quietly, sarcasm dripping from her voice as she crossed the shop to meet Omi. "It's time," she murmured, and the boy nodded.

"Momoe," he called across the shop, and the attention was turned to an old lady at the corner of the shop, resting in a rocking chair. "It's time for our lunch break, can you watch the shop for us?" he inquired, receiving a wave of complaints from the girls.

"Of course," she replied, smiling as she stood up, passing Aya to the register.

Manx followed after the Weiss members into the apartment, one hand on her hip as she held a bag in the other.

 

Alucard had smirked at Manx's comment, though he did feel a bit of resentment for it. It wasn't as if the stuff couldn't be washed away. The Vampire observed in a bit of curiosity as Manx ushered the men into the apartment, but knowing she was a woman of business Alucard followed obediently. His face was calm, unreadable, as he was pondering. What new developments were there, and what effect would they bring upon him? Not that he was anticipating them, though. In fact, there was quite a bit of intrigue and the type of anxiousness one gets when receiving good news. The Vampire always took a new mission as good news. He did find, however, that keeping his mind on one track was becoming a bit difficult due to the activities he had just performed. Killing, fucking, killing, fucking, that's what brought excitement, so why not? There was the issue of drugs, but he had tried those and he found the fact that it was simply an artificial thrill a repellant.

He had stayed away from those since, and besides, he didn't require other things destroying his mind-it was one of the things he valued despite how insane and twisted it was. Alucard could have blamed it on his becoming one of the Undead but that would be untrue-he had always been this way, and he knew it damn well. As he drifted with the other men, he took notice of his surroundings and found himself hovering close to Aya. The Vampire attributed it to the fact that it was because the young man was the one he was most comfortable with, but that was also untrue. Why was he now lying to himself on a consistent basis? That seemed quite unlike him as Alucard had learned over the many centuries that one should be honest with oneself. But, in a strange twist, he was beginning to deny this and that and the other thing. How disgusting. He would need a good bit of time to ponder this, but in the meanwhile he pushed such duties from his mind-as there was death to bring.

 

Manx led the men down into the mission room, hidden away from meddling girls and those who walked into the apartment. The female leaned against the couch as Omi and Yohji settled down upon it, Aya against a nearby wall with his face turned to a blank screen upon the parallel wall. Manx slipped open the bag, tossing them each an envelope filled with mission information. Glancing to them, she began.

"A new club has risen in the last couple of days. It is called Lebende Tote." Aya cocked his head to the side.

"That's German for Living Dead, I think," he commented, receiving a nod from the woman.

"It is. Original, aren't they?" she smiled, shaking her head as she turned the TV on. "These are pictures of the club. We've done research, and quite a few people have gone missing - last seen just around there - starting two days ago and no bodies have been found as of yet."

A heel tapped upon the floor, "However, Persia does not want us to go in with intent to destroy - not yet anyway. The current mission is reconnaissance, to check out this club on the inside before we go sending orders to trash it. There's always the chance that it's just a new rising cult of teenagers." She shrugged, "Now, who's in?"

Yohji shook his head, "I'll turn this one out; Omi should too. If this is a hideout for FREAKs, we'd probably be a danger to the mission."

A swift nod from Manx confirmed that idea, and she glanced to Aya.

"Unfortunately, you don't have a choice. As of the moment, you're," she cleared her throat, "well, bait." A derisive snort resounded from the man resting against the wall. "Aya, we can't help it if you just happen to be a delicacy for Vampires. You just are."

Yohji smirked, "Besides, you have a knight in - aie!" the brunette ducked as an envelope of papers was hurled with intent to behead.

Oh, but poor Yohji just could not remain quiet, he grinned wickedly, "Looks like someone got fucked on the wrong -"

"Yohji," Aya began, voice carrying lethal undercurrents of violence. Obediently the oldest assassin fell silent as Abyssinian turned to walk up the stairs.

"Oh, and Aya," she began.

"Don't say it," the red-haired male muttered, followed up by Yohji whooping loudly, "Say it, Manx, say it!" Even Omi could not retain a chortle of laughter as the words carried from the woman's mouth.

“Undercover mission. You know the drill. Your clothes are to reflect the place you'll be scoping out. In other words, you'll be dressing like a slut, like Yohji."

"Hey!" snarled Balinese, rising from his seat to take offense.

 

Finding the entire situation amusing, the Vampire smirked, arms crossed as his eyes followed the young man up the steps. He seemed quite agitated about something other than Yohji's comments, though Alucard wasn't going to be concerned about it. Yohji was an amusing fellow, despite the fact he had disgusting blood, and watching him interact with Aya caused him a chuckle or two. Omi-he hadn't known enough about the boy to pass judgement, though he did seem rather attached to Aya. And Manx-she was a woman of business and she reminded him slightly of Integra. Though, the curly redhead was much more voluptuous than Integra, something he was able to admire. Not that he didn't find his Master beautiful-no, she was certainly as beautiful as Manx in her own way. Ah, well. The tinted spectacles gleamed as he moved forward only slightly, shifting his position. He mentioned not a word during this occurrence, only smiled to himself. For a moment he found himself contemplating Aya's attire but knew there were much more important things on hand than such trivial matters. Such matters still involved the redhead, though he wondered if he should take this time to bother thinking about it-as there would be better moments. To think about it now would be distracting, and to lose concentration now would mean a poor performance during the mission. It would most likely be beneficial if he simply pushed it away until after the mission was completed, and that is when he decided that he would ponder it. Until then, yes, his occupation was much more important.

 

Yohji watched Aya disappear upstairs, and then looked over to Alucard. So much for starting a bet on Aya's getting laid again that night... But, ah!

"Twenty bucks says Aya turns at least three men gay."

Omi shook his head, "Yohji, that's not something to gamble on."

Manx snickered, "Oh, I don't know about that one, Omi. However, I think I'll up the stakes. Fifty says he gets himself wasted, and turns those three men gay, and possibly a lesbian straight."

She turned to Omi, "Come on, you know you want to get in on this one."

The younger boy sighed, before shrugging. "Fine, fine. I'm with Yohji. Twenty."

The redhead scoffed, "Men! Honestly, too afraid to bet on my stakes? After all, I'm a lesbian and Aya in those clothes came pretty damn close to turning me straight."

Yohji cocked his head back, "I'm not betting on Aya getting plastered. He's done it maybe twice in the years he been with us. And something always happens to set him completely off. Last time was when Schwarz kidnapped Aya-Chan."

Manx shrugged, "Call it a woman's intuition," she returned, hands planted on her hips.

"Now go get yourselves some food, and then get back to work. I'll go force Aya to get dressed."

"That's not fair," Yohji complained, finally drawing Omi into it as well.

"Why should you go get to ogle him?" A twisted smile curved her darkly painted lips.

"For one, I'm his boss. Two, you'd both be jumping to get into his pants."

The brunette shook his head, "Oh, no, Manx. Nothing will be getting into those pants except for Aya." She seemed to consider it for a moment, before shaking her head.

"Back to work, both of you!" she snapped, once again maintaining her crisp authority.

The two sighed, "Yes, ma'am."

Manx took the stairs before them, voice brutal as she bickered with Aya all the way to the back exit to get him to his car. Yohji and Omi exchanged glances, before dropping back down on the couch.

"Momoe can take care of the shop, ne?" Omi commented, smiling.

A quick nod from Yohji agreed, "Let's take the night off."

Aya? Drunk? The thought made the Vampire laugh inwardly. To him it seemed as if Aya would not be the type of fellow to partake in such activities, especially with Alucard around! Besides, he had heard the story of what had happened the last time he was drunk, and it was how he had discovered Aya was gay. Surely if such things occurred on a consistent basis then the redhead had a right to dislike being drunk-whatever. Alucard himself couldn't drink, and could only be drunk off blood, which was impossible, of course, unless that blood was carrying alcohol. But that was disgusting in any situation. Following the two redheads, Alucard kept his arms crossed, mouth set in a resolute silence. It seemed he would not be speaking much, as his thoughts were swarming in his mind with deep confusion, though he had made the decision that his current assignment was the top priority. Though he did not know, due to the term of “reconnaissance,” whether there would be any death involved. Though he was positive that if he were to walk into a club such as Lebende Tote in the outfit he wore at the moment, it would most likely not go over as planned. As such, when Alucard had followed the two outside and into the car, the one they had just fucked in, he began to strip off his clothes. He took note that the smell was still a bit musky and thick, though it didn't bother him, and shucked his upper-torso down to the white undershirt.

He then proceeded to slide the buttons open around the top as to expose his chest, the firm muscles beneath the smooth olive skin quite noticeable. Alucard continued, sliding off his gloves, hat and sunglasses as well, despite how much he would want to wear them in the blinding sun. The Vampire shook his hair up a little bit, and the tousled sable fell in attractive waves across his ears and eyes, a few locks stretching to mid-neck. Red orbs bored out from underneath the ebony curtains, giving an eerily seductive look, complete with his seemingly constant grin. The Vampire laid back against the leather upholstery, arms stretching out across the entire back-end of the seats, head turned slightly down and legs laid one over another. He had yet to see Aya's outfit, though it wasn't a large deal, as he didn't know what to expect from the assassin.

 

Aya had dressed during the time the four had been down in the mission room, for he left that god-awful outfit with them when it wasn't needed. Then again, as he considered it, he wondered if any of the times he'd worn it had actually been necessary, or if it had just been a way to exact revenge for him being a cold son of a bitch. He tucked the long black trench around him securely as he started the car. Manx glowered at Aya, arms folded over her chest.

"Take off the trench coat," she demanded, receiving a cold 'no' from the assassin. "Look, you have to drop me off at Kritiker on the way to the club, and I'm going to see you before I get out of this car. Now take off the damn coat. That's an order."

Crimson brows rose as the redhead glanced to the woman.

"Isn't that taking your authority over the line?" he inquired, only to be answered by a shrug as he pulled from the parking lot of the flower shop.

"Maybe so, but it's not like we get to see you in it often. I'd like to revel in the moments that I'm almost turned straight - and not even Yohji can manage that. You should be proud!" she smiled, leaning back in her seat as he took the roads to Kritiker. Curiously Aya was forced to take another road, as the main one leading between the shop and Kritiker was closed off for some reason.

No matter, there were other ways to Kritiker.

Such ways that Aya was soon in the lot, placing the car into park as Manx climbed out.

She glared down at him, "Alright, Aya. I gave you an order, and you better comply."

"Oh, what order is that?" another voice chimed in from the door, Birman stationed at it.

"I ordered Aya to take off his coat," Manx replied, grinning wickedly and soon Birman took the hint.

"Oh, I see what this is. Undercover mission. Go on, get out of the car and take it off." Quite reluctantly the man stepped out of the car, the vinyl of the black jacket catching upon the sunlight. Slowly he unhooked the buckles, slipping it from his shoulders.

"Oh my," Birman chuckled. "It seems our boy has grown."

Manx smirked, "Oh yes. Yes he has," she remarked admiringly, gaze sliding over the lithe form.

The top was hued a deep purple, cut to reveal a gleaming marble midriff - the area thankfully not boasting scabs and wounds. About his chest, strips of corresponding colored leather were wrapped tightly and clasped. The sleeves were similarly decorated, boasting belts over his biceps with several zippers woven horizontally into the sleeves. The collar hand open, another belt located there to shut it. Another zipper curved up from beneath his arm, currently closed to hide the gorgeous chest beneath. And one could wonder how Aya ever managed to get himself into the black vinyl pants that hugged tightly upon the long, muscled legs, placing intentional interest where those legs joined together. Like the shirt, buckles and zippers were a key feature, bound tightly to reveal soft swells of strength his form possessed. Cut dangerously low, they acted as a tease in themselves without the help of the few zippers slid open to allow peeks at the ivory sculpture. And that theory that heels were intended to make the legs and ass look good? Aya could agree first hand, the heels of his feet raised two inches from the ground in boots meant to impress.

Manx whistled appreciatively, hand to her chest.

"I see men in a new light," she swore, quickly hit on the head by Birman.

Aya filled them with his most lethal glare before sitting back down in the car, tossing the coat to the side.

 

Alucard had immediately wished he had such resources, and perhaps felt as if he paled in comparison to the alabaster god before him (not that the Vampire considered him that), which was odd, as you simply can't get much more pale than alabaster. Yes, his outfit was simple (almost disgustingly so), but it would certainly pass, though admittedly he helped himself to a look of Aya's frame from inside the vehicle. How that man managed to squeeze that body into such an outfit was an anomaly in itself, and the Vampire marveled that Aya knew how to strut so well in high heels. Alucard himself wasn't sure if he had such skill, but then, he hadn't worn shoes with such leverage in quite a while. Though, the times he had worn them, it had been with such ensembles like Aya's, as he was never the cross-dressing type. Though he had known quite a few...

As the car started up once more, he turned his head out the window, silence thick between himself and the redhead, not that it bothered him. He preferred to eye the scenery in anycase. He did feel a bit disappointed there would be no occurrence of murder or anything of the like, but he was also positive that this mission in itself would contain its own intrigues. One of them was turning the steering wheel in the driver's seat. Besides, he had already disposed of-what was it, Sakura?-earlier, which provided its own satisfaction in heaps. Admittedly, though, sometimes there was simply never enough bloodshed. It was times like that exact moment that made him pine for centuries ago, when he was powerful and free and independent, and destruction poured down from his hands like acid rain, eating away all in his path. The blood-curdling screams that rang out hundreds of years before now resonated in his own ears painfully, but he reveled the moment, as it was the time he could for once, draw upon the pain that he was not causing in the present, and allow it to fuel him. In a way, that was what fueled him-death-and he enjoyed it that way. Indeed, there were more facets to the Vampire, as he had quite a while to craft such things, though the obsession with death was the one that was painfully (literally or figuratively) obvious.

 

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Isn't Aya just the sexiest damn thing in buckles? And Alucard gets to reap the rewards of it. ^^ We got two reviews this week, and we were super happy about them! Sooo~

 

Reviewer Response Time!:

 

Oriya-Chan: I know! They finally figured out that they want each other! And you'd think that they would stop dancing circles around each other, but if they stopped doing that it just wouldn't be them. XD Or, it'd be them horribly OoCed. Being that you wanted Sakura dead too, I'm sure you just loved this chapter, right? The moment I decided to have Aya kiss her that first time willingly Lati and I knew she was going to die. XD Which is fine with us, cause we hate her. ^^ Thank you for the review! Feel free to drop another!

 

Mikko: I know how you feel! Finding good Aya-uke fan fictions is so hard! It's just one of the many reasons I wanted Aya to be an uke. Because, damn it, you and I both know he wants to be submissive on the inside! That S&M club idea has merit. :3 As for master-slave bond between Alucard and Aya, I can't say anything that will give away future installments. But I can tell you that Alucard and Aya will be together for eternity. ;3 We're glad that you've enjoyed the story so far, even having seen only five minutes of Hellsing! Here's a secret: When we first started writing, I'd never seen Hellsing at all. Since I've seen one episode, because I needed to do some research for… Something. I can't say yet, but you'll see in later chapters. X3 Feel free to give us some more feedback!

 

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