Hellsing Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Beyond Mortal Blood ❯ Click, Click, BOOM! ( Chapter 15 )

Hello to the wonderful readers of Beyond Mortal Blood! :D Yet another installment is ready for you. Both of us are now completely free of school-hopefully the rest of you are too, so happy summer!

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IMPORTANT NOTE!: As we were reading over the chapter, we noticed that Aya's FREAK turning was not present in the chapter, for whatever reason. It's in here now. So I ask that you please reread the chapter now that it's in there. It might make a little more sense. <3

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The Vampire, currently wound in the tendrils of slumber, was peaceful in body the opposite in mind. Within the enigma that was his brain, an unsettling dream raged-it was so odd for him to dream of these things, but still, it was happening. He couldn't remember the last time a dream such as the one he was experiencing at the moment occurred, but certainly it had been awhile ago...

Within the brightness of the moonlight gleaming through the windows, she was absolutely beautiful, simply breathtaking-well, if he had any breath to take, that is. Everything about her seemed intensified tenfold within the midnight sun's silvery beams-from the chestnut locks that fell gracefully down her shoulders to the pallid, delicate neck, the blood still leaking from the sealing holes. Her dark eyes held something not seen by her husband-desire, need, a love never witnessed by the ones she held in company during the day time. They shimmered with the lust to please the man standing in front of her, his hands held tightly in hers. He had planned to leave-their sex had come to an end, though she had experienced pleasure many times that night, he had closed himself for some reason or another.

She was in protest of such an idea, and her lips, so perfectly formed, parted, voice gentle and angelic, “Vlad... what can I do to please you as you have done to me tonight?”

He grinned slightly at such an inquiry, and strong fingers wrapped around her fragile hands as he pulled her close-he knew exactly what he wanted her to do, what he desired from her at that very moment.

A mouth, brushed red with blood, whispered sensually into her ear, “Drink my blood, Wilhelmina Harker.”

At the mention of this, the pallor of her cheeks bloomed into a bright rosy tint, and she smiled coyly. The immense pleasure of blood-drinking was well known to her, after receiving it so many times from the man, and she happily obliged-anything to please him, she had told him. With that, the clothes on his chest were opened, and his smooth, perfect chest, gleaming in the moonlight, was torn straight down the middle, an incision made by his own nails. Glimmering rubies, alight with anticipation bored down into her, and she closed her large, brown eyes, pressing that perfect mouth against the ripped skin. Her tongue slid up and down the incision, every drop of blood that slipped down her throat pleasurable to her-but one hundred more times so to him. Shivers echoed throughout his body as she did this, and one hand nestled itself in the soft hair, whilst the other still gripped her hands. He could feel his arousal rising once more, it had been so long since his blood had been drank by another, and God, was it absolutely incredible.

The dark eyes chanced a glance up at him, and the endless glittering edges given to them by the moonlight only highlighted the desire, the lust she held for him at the moment, and as their eyes met, he felt a powerful craving-for her, for this moment to continue for eternity. And as he thought that, the door to the room was thrown open, and in alarm she fought back against his hand on her head, something impossible due to his strength. He only held her tighter, and her face turned to that of a struggling animal as she fruitlessly attempted to free herself. Men stood in the offending opened doorway, and the crimson optics began to burn with a hellish fire, and as he glanced down at her, there was no more desire or love, simply fury, hatred for him-for ruining her in front of these men forever...

It replayed over and over in his as he slept, the Vampire unable to escape such the dream, until he re-experienced the final moment for the last time, and lids fluttered open, revealing scarlet pools. He could feel rivers of blood running from his eyes, and he began to wipe them away in disgust.

Alucard could only mutter one thing, “How I despise dreaming...”

 

Aya had been on the verge of turning from the room to find somewhere to relax. The voice caught him from within that room, and he fell short of walking away. He turned to face the closed wood panel. There was a short mental debate whether to leave Alucard alone, or barge in rudely. But then, thinking back on the numerous times the Vampire had been inconsiderate of his privacy, he chose his latter option. An ivory hand darted out, twisting the knob as the door gave way to the pitch-black room. Violet eyes quickly accustomed to the unnatural darkness, and he stared towards the bed, brow arched as he reached to turn on the light. As the artificial brightness flooded the room, Aya turned into a beautiful rendition of a stone statue. The violet eyes took in the peculiar sight, and he wasn't sure what to make of it. Certainly he'd never seen Alucard like this... Ever. And never had he expected to, either.

The redhead almost forgot to breathe - and while he was immortal it was still necessary to keep him conscious - staring at Alucard in quiet silence. On most occasions, Aya would have turned and shut the door, but he was riveted to the spot presently. He found that his face belied nothing, the amethyst gems empty aside from their commonly shining glory. Something within his mind told him that he should not be witnessing this private moment, but another part reminded him that Alucard had seen similar things happen with him (except he'd been crying) - and he hadn't turned away to grant Aya privacy.

Of course, that wasn't the reason why he wasn't leaving. He just couldn't bring himself to do it. Whether he wanted to move or not, he couldn't. His feet were acting as cement to the lavish floor beneath them. This was perhaps the only time he would ever see the older man like this - somewhat vulnerable, and his body and sub-conscious seemed to realize it, gluing him securely in his place - one hand still resting on the door as the other slowly fell away from the light switch.

 

Alucard had taken the time to ease himself upward as the lights flipped, resting against a hand that pressed on the soft bed beneath him. His head fell downward, another hand reaching upwards to wipe away the remaining blood trickling down his cheeks. Digits were stained with the stuff now, but it wasn't of any concern to him, as his gaze was burning through the interruptions of black locks that fell in front of his face to meet the violet optics. The crimson was bright and nearly orange due to the rage contained within the pools-fires of anger alive and well. Having Aya walk in on him was not exactly part of his plan, as he had wanted to fall back to sleep, but evidently such a thing wouldn't be allowed him at the moment-surely this was the punk's way of showing how rude it was to observe people in such times, but then again, Alucard could shrug it off. It wasn't as if he had been caught crying-blood running from his eyes was simply something that happened when he experienced a particularly painful dream.

It had happened when he re-lived his submission to the Hellsing family for the first instance in a long time, and it happened now. The moment in time where the rift between him and Mina was created-and his refusal to meet her once more, his only regret, one of the memories he did not favour. However, he was still quite infuriated due to the fact that he had actually experienced such a dream, and here was Aya, completely unbeknownst to the fact and was simply looking on.

“What do you want?” he asked harshly, the edge of irritation clear within his voice.

The Vampire had not wanted to experience such a dream like that, for a few reasons as well-one, it had put him in this position. The second ran along the lines of interrupting his calm before sleeping, and the third had something to do with the erection he had. That moment in his life had been particularly lustful, and having it played out before him once more easily aroused him-this part of him did not want Aya to leave, for the young man was a gorgeous, though ignorant, sculpture who was currently resting in the door way. Not to mention, Aya's blood was much more delectable than Mina's had ever been, and tasting it would... He gripped the bed tighter for a moment-he wanted to be left alone more than fuck, but either way he wouldn't complain.

 

Hm. This situation looked familiar, only it was generally Aya stating the question instead of Alucard. The redhead pulled his hand from the brass facet, shifting slightly on his feet. He did not reply to the question, and merely stepped into the room - his destination the master bathroom off to the side. As Aya entered into the restroom, gaze casting about to take in the look of it, he considered how he was feeling towards Alucard now. The animosity, for the most part, had fled his mind as he was more concentrated on the confrontation with Yohji and the funeral he'd recently attended. He'd been so troubled, that upon walking from Sakura's casket, he had not even visited the graves of his parents. Perhaps he had cared for her more than he had once thought. He shrugged the thought away, leaning over the large jacuzzi tub as he sought out the faucet.

Scalding water spilled forth into the deep set ceramic oval. Reluctantly Aya stood, the cuffs of his shirt folded back and the buttons undone as he drifted back to the doorway to glance out at Alucard. The violet gaze was frosty as it fell upon the man, though the mirrors had mistakenly had a come-hither sort of touch to them, and he turned back away. Now that he really thought about it, it was true. Aya was letting Alucard be a small retribution for his sins. All of the abuse, finally giving himself into submission, choosing the one person that would not make him ever happy. He was doing it to himself, as some kind of punishment for his years of his murdering profession. He knew it would never be enough, not after the things that he had done. How many times in the past had he allowed innocent people to die to, for the sake of not jeopardizing the mission? He'd said they weren't there to save lives, but every innocent that died did not go unnoticed.

Slender digits slipped off the shirt upon his shoulders, and he lay it aside as he tugged off his lower garments. He reached for the knobs, turning them off as the liquid reached a significantly high point. A set of controls were embedded into the porcelain to control the jets of the bath. Quietly he slipped into the water, fingers lighting upon the controls as he soaked down into the bath. The water was indeed hot, probably more than was comfortable to the standard person, but the assassin preferred it that way. It helped him to relax. He tilted his head back, resting it on the edge as the red silk fell back gently to play along the tub, growing moist just in the heat of the room. Considering eyes shifted to the door, only to realize that he hadn't closed it. For what reason he couldn't be sure, but no doubt it was some sub-conscious thought that bid him leave it open.

 

Because he hadn't planned on it, seeing the glory of Aya nude had caused Alucard to decide that perhaps being left alone wasn't exactly better than fucking. At the moment, they were currently reaching an equilibrium on his mental scale, but dark thoughts still kept him resting on the bed. Thoughts spun about the shock of seeing her face so vividly, the hunger within her soft eyes so clear. It had been decades since he'd recalled that day in his dreams, and doing so had caused a bit of a rift. However, now that he was waking up, now that the porcelain god that he was bound to know lay within a tub only feet away from him, such gloom was dissipating as well. As usual, he would not concentrate on such things. Yes, it was painful, but there was now to focus on-yes, now was much more... pleasing to ponder. All that he could assure himself was that the present and the future held nothing but happiness for him, though not the normal joy that a human would receive. That would be ridiculous-Alucard's version of “happiness” was a contorted, warped version of course, but still, as long as he was optimistic, it truly didn't matter how he found elation.

And now, looking upon the young man, he figured that fucking this redhead would be one of the many ways he could find delight at this moment. As such, he worked his tie off slowly, tossing it on the bed, and he slipped out of his trench coat as well. Sub-consciously light olive hands wiped any remainders of blood from his cheeks, and licked his lips as the thought of swallowing Aya's blood crossed his mind-such a tantalizing, wonderful thought it was. As he crossed the room, bloody digits worked at the buttons to his shirt, and as the last one was undone, he pulled it off, revealing the well-muscled, but slender physique, flesh seemingly shining in the heat and light of the bathroom. The Vampire smiled, a bit of seduction within the grin, the fires within the rubies containing nothing but arousal as they lighted upon the young man's alabaster frame. Bare feet carried him to the side of the tub, at which point he took the liberty of removing all lower garments and easing himself into the water.

The immediate, sharp heat of the liquid surprised him slightly, but his face betrayed such notions-it remained playful, mischievous, and as he felt the jets against his body, tingles stretched across his spine and body. It was a teasing massage against his body, being that all those senses were just a little more alert due to his arousal. He felt his erection (which, he found, was pleased by the warmth of the water) ache just a little bit more, and he moved forward, hands gripping Aya's sides and pulling the young man forward as his lips pressed against the assassin's. Lids fell to cover the lustful orbs, the kiss starting off surprisingly tender and soft, though it was probable it would only be moments before progression transformed it into the roughness that was so familiar.

 

Aya had shut his eyes in contemplation of the last several hours he had spent at the funeral, and had only opened them when he felt that another had entered the bathroom. Presently, he was greeted by Alucard's presence, and with a kiss, which certainly he had not been expecting. The purple stones fell shut as he responded a bit tentatively to the kiss. Tentatively? That wasn't normal for the redhead, but all the same he was growing used to the familiar exchange. He leaned closer, the currents of water splashing and licking at his chest like thousand of sensuous exploring fingers. Wet hands broke the surface, slipping over the naked olive flesh as they sought to rest upon Alucard's shoulders. Aya possibly should not have allowed himself the freedom of sex, for guiltily he knew that in that time he did find pleasure with the Vampire's presence and attention. And the pain of their entwining often was not of the kind that he wished to inflict upon himself for punishment.

The redhead ignored that idea as it entered his mind, finding that it acted as an anti-thesis to what he really wanted. If he were to truly live completely in his own guilt and remorse, Aya might lose himself completely - and for Aya-Chan's sake he could not let that happen. She would wake up someday, and at that time he would choose to live for her happiness, instead of his own. Maybe now he was living for Alucard's contentment. He couldn't be sure, or if it was that he was allowing himself a bit of that excitement and content. Whatever, whatever. He pushed all contemplation out of his head. Just take it when it came, that's how he needed to view this. If he only did this at Alucard's convenience, didn't that mean he wasn't digging for it? Eh, but hadn't he somehow triggered this with his decision to take a bath? With the sexual attraction between the two, any idiot could have seen it coming when Aya had left open the door.

The assassin pulled back a moment, breath pouring from parted lips as he chanced opening his eyes. Alucard had been fairly annoyed when he'd walked into the room and lingered, and he was probably checking to make sure that the man still wasn't irritated. His face moved forward again as he initiated another kiss, tongue tickling over the Vampire's lower lip as he shut his eyes once more.

Strange how sometimes their encounters started out so sweet.

 

Alucard was thoroughly enjoying himself, and he pulled the young man even closer as he rested back against the ceramic walls of the tub, placing Aya on his lap. The warmth between them was elevated by the heat of the water, and as his embrace about the assassin tightened, their skin brushing so smoothly and sensually augmented his arousal. Everything seemed so fluid and perfect about their movements whilst they were in the water, and the moisture was making it seem ever-more pleasurable. With the assassin's neck in proximity, Alucard's steamed crimson orbs regarded it carefully before his gaze drifted to an area much easier to reach-the young man's shoulder. With widened eyes and a grin, he immediately sunk his fangs into the area already tenderized by the water. The Vampire's favourite fluid-Aya's blood-filled his mouth immediately, and all thoughts of Mina were now completely cleaned from his mind.

His focus now was the young man before him, the alabaster skin and rich scarlet essence, the gleaming amethyst mirrors and shimmering red silk. Tongue fought and circled about the small wounds, plunging and darting in and out of them, mimicking something that Alucard would like to be doing to Aya at the moment-a need only intensified by the luscious, velvety fluid currently sliding down the Vampire's throat. Hands slid up and down the young's back, massaging and caressing, a bit of passion evident in his movements. As they pressed closer, the warmth and wetness grew as well, the bubbles and unsettled water brushing up against them in their embrace. When blood escaped his mouth, it fell into the tub, dissipating and mixing with the water.

In an odd move he managed to wrench his mouth away from the bleeding shoulder, causing blood to flow rapidly into the tub, and in a sick way he enjoyed watching it turn pink if only for a short while. He could see the bubbles, as they formed, take on a red hue if only for a moment, and thought it was quite amusing. With a bit of a grin he leaned the young man back deeper in the water, locking their lips once more, the hotness of their mouths seemingly greater than usual, the red lips working over their ivory counterparts. Aya's blood was now pervading the tub, due to his shoulder currently surrounded by water. The hot fluid bid the crimson essence to flow faster, clouding the tub slowly. Alucard smiled through the kiss, pleasure bristling across his skin, causing a groan to escape him gently.

 

It seemed to Aya that Alucard had entered the tub already aroused, but he paid it no mind as he returned the kiss. He drew himself from his thoughts, which incessantly attempted to invade upon the moment. They had found a hell of a time to want to make him think and contemplate. He really wished they would go away for the moment, and come back at a later date. And with a final attempt, he brought his focus onto Alucard. Alucard. The man who knew how to be gentle, but preferred abusive affection (the way Aya liked it, ironically), the man who'd pushed Aya as far onto his knees as he could possibly go. Yes, his mind was in the better place now.

At the angle the redhead was leaning, one could surmise he was indeed quite flexible - not at all stiff as his general attitude portrayed. The toned ivory legs were splayed to either side of Alucard's thighs, and as he leaned farther back, he rolled his hips against Alucard's - the movement slow and sensual beneath the current of the jets. The heat of the water clinging to him, drawing him down into that deep well of lust and desire that seemed to grow deeper each time he wound up like this with the man - bidding him to fall further each encounter. That was a probable mistake for him to let happen, but it mattered not. No, not at all.

Aya's skin was not only slick with water, he noticed, but with the moisture of sweat softening the alabaster flesh, beading and sliding down to mingle with the water. The palms of the assassin's wet fingers rubbed over a familiar canvas, decorating it with warm liquid as they ventured to Alucard's back, stroking and caressing it, and the more Aya touched the man, the greater his desire rose for him, until he was also in an aroused state, more than ready to be taken to the next level of their encounter. Albeit, the last time he'd been aroused, he'd actually pushed the Vampire away, but this time he had no such intentions. After all, to Aya's knowledge, Alucard hadn't killed anyone else he cared about, and there was little use growing upset again over Sakura's death. She was gone, and there was nothing he could do to remedy the fact, and so he forgot her in those moments, tongue toying with Alucard's in affection.

 

As their tongues entwined, the Vampire held the kiss for only moments longer, hands gripping Aya's back tightly, gradually forcing the assassin upward from the water. Slippery grasp though it was, Alucard managed to keep the young man in line, mouth now falling to Aya's wound once more. He kissed it softly, ran his tongue over it, before the blood again was making rivers into mouth. God did Aya taste divine. The day he had his fill of this wonderful fluid was most likely the day the universe collapsed in on itself, which seemed quite unlikely to put it lightly. A desire to be closer to this delicious man flicked within his mind, and he acted upon it, arms retracting to press Aya against him. Their hips connected as he pulled the redhead forward, causing another shudder to resonate through him, and his erection to ache harder. A hand slid down Aya's back slowly, making sure to apply pressure to every area it drifted past.

The hand brushed over a milky thigh, caressing the inner-thigh up and down. Alucard felt his hand so close to Aya's erection, he drew the blood faster into his mouth, and a light olive digit slid up the shaft lightly, falling down the opposite direction. He continued this action, teasing the young man relentlessly, and his own cock throbbed in protest. To appease it, he grabbed one of Aya's white wrists, leading the hand to the member. With a bit of extra pressure, he wrapped Aya's hand around it and squeezed, and a jolt of delight shot up his spine. He groaned gently, and his hand began to attend to the young man's own erection, continuing its previous ministrations. Every once in awhile, it would break to rub a tiny circle of sensuality at the very tip of the cock, the most sensitive part.

Throughout all this, Alucard was guzzling the beautiful red fluid, some of it colouring his chin, the rest still tinting the water a soft pink. The Vampire shifted slightly, so the jets were now brushing over the area where they connected, some of the pressure reaching so far as to graze their erections. He found himself groaning, and with this, began to kiss the young man again, Aya's blood forced into his own mouth once more, Alucard's tongue-which was currently wrestling with his-was saturated with it.

 

Aya was much too preoccupied to be bothered by the crimson liquid slipping down his throat, his fingers playing over Alucard's erection, as a soft moan sought to escape him, though fell no further than the lips devouring his own. A shudder overcame his body as his member ached within the Vampire's grasp, and he pressed himself tighter against his lover, kissing him deeply and with abandon. And as more of the blood found itself down his throat, he felt some odd warmth blossoming in his veins, as if its consumption amplified the chemical within it, indeed turning it into some kind of... Drug? Needless to say, he felt more aware of his body somehow. He cast it away, drawing his mouth from Alucard's as he leaned forward, lips catching upon the Vampire's neck as he licked, nibbled, suckled with a great bit of dedication to the area of skin at his attention. He lifted his face from the area after several minutes, warm breath pouring over the area now reddened by nothing less than a love bite.

Aya's free hand slid over it, fingers pressing gently to the tenderized skin as he turned to kiss Alucard once again. It was hard to say what compelled him to leave such a mark on the man, but it might have had something to do with Alucard leaving his mark on the redhead time after time. Maybe it was Aya's way of claiming Alucard, in some nonsensical way. Not that the assassin would ever raise complaint if Alucard went off to find someone else to screw. Not because he didn't care, but just that he felt he had no right to make a claim over anyone, regardless of the fact that the man sitting before him owned him body and soul for the rest of eternity. Besides the fact, Aya just wasn't one to get jealous or riled by things like that. They weren't in his concern. He had better things to devote his attention to, unlike Alucard who seemed quite the jealous and possessive type. Again, Aya wasn't complaining, and for his own reasons. Except when the Vampire's possessive tendencies caused the death of others.

 

Alucard smiled devilishly through the kiss, knowing what Aya had done and rather appreciated the advance, though the touches and pressure on his neck caused him to ache for the young man even more. As such, he felt, perhaps, that it was time to satisfy that urge, and ended their kiss, a thread of saliva suspending, hanging from their lips. It fell to the pink water, and the Vampire grinned, eyes glowing with desire. Shifting their bodies once more, Alucard roughly gripped the alabaster sides and lifted the redhead upwards, and gradually, brought him down onto the hard, throbbing member. Crimson eyes twitched slightly, a groan of pleasure escaping him, head falling back as he reveled in the moist, heated tightness of Aya's body. His mouth fell to the bleeding wound on the redhead's shoulder immediately, sucking madly as slowly, he pulled the assassin upwards, wet flesh rubbing against wet flesh, and with the same speed, brought him back down.

Optics closed tightly, blood sucked faster, and with every thrust, the rhythm gained speed. Sex was a song of mostly silence, though occasionally, depending on what sort of person you were, there was a chorus of moans and grunts, or an entire harmony of them. Alucard was not the type of person to conjure his own melody of such things, but occasionally did allow a moan or two, as he had already. The pleasure, as the thrust speed increased, was wonderful, like blissful warm rivers flowing across his flesh. The heat of the water and jets did nothing but contribute to the pleasure, the water flowing out away from them in waves as they disturbed in their embrace. He knew that once the cadence was quickened even more, such swells would become more violent, in accordance with the swells of pleasure. It seemed that the water would be the physical manifestation of their pleasure for the time-waves slapped up against the edges with low frequency, and they were gentle... though, not for long.

 

Aya and Alucard were rather quiet in the act of sex. Then again, Aya had never been a screamer, as it just wasn't in him to be one. Not even as Ran had he been one. He moaned on occasion, but for the most part held his silence and listened to the raw harmony of their bodies during the fact, the water splashing against their skin, licking at the heated flesh to form it into molten fire. Fucking in water was certainly a new experience for Aya - he'd never done it before - but he found that he was fond of it. Quite fond, in fact, as their rhythm increased, and the water about them heaved and flowed, current fallen to pieces as their body rocked to a different time than the jets pumping the liquid about the tub.

The redhead tilted his head back, violet eyes pressed shut as Alucard fed. He had grown so accustomed to this, and it was only the sixth time they had fucked. A small part of him was relieved that he may never have sex with another, for the absence of the feeding within it would leave Aya feeling empty and unfulfilled. The fingers against Alucard's neck rubbed with a bit more pressure over the love bite, Aya taking into consideration that it was one of the Vampire's erogenous zones, and the sensitized skin seemed to please the man. The moist alabaster chest rose and fell in rapid succession, though pressed close to the other. Perhaps it was good that nothing had happened on the couch, or this experience might have not come for Aya, though with eternity in their futures they had a long time for a lot of experiences. Did he feel somehow sacrilegious that they were doing this in his parents' bathroom? Of course he did, but he wasn't going to just deny the fact that he hadn't wanted this particular thing to happen. That come hither look he'd aimed in Alucard's direction? Maybe it had been more conscious than not. Certainly the assassin could not deny the fact that he was attracted to Alucard. Oh no, there was no doubt about that. Only, it was physical and sexual attraction, as the redhead could barely stand Alucard for it to be anything more.

The hand in Alucard's hair found its way out, skating over the olive back in a downward path before it smoothed back up, repeating the process with gentle teasing pressure, touch almost feather-light. The ivory countenance tilted downwards, wet strands of hair clinging to the well-carved cheek bones, his bangs plastered messily upon his brow, water dripping from it loosely to trickle down his face, bestowing upon the salted skin a sharp gleam beneath the excellent lighting of the room. It appeared he truly did resemble some porcelain god, perhaps one of those statues carved and placed in temples for the people to worship. Aya, however, had only one person allowed to worship and praise the body carved from perfection, as Alucard had made clear the last time someone had sought to enjoy that beauty.

 

With the warmth of the water, the heat of their embrace was becoming as suffocating as it had within the car-luckily, there was an outlet for such heat this time. Not that the Vampire was concerned with said stuffiness, as breathing was not an occurrence for him. He need only focus on the beautiful young man he was fucking, the one he held ever-so-closely throughout the embrace of sex and blood. Inside Aya's tightness, his warmth, Alucard's cock trembled in bliss, and as the rhythm was sped up considerably, a pressure began to pull in his abdomen, swelling and growing inside him. The touches to his neck had certainly done a number on him, as he enjoyed them thoroughly, and was a bit pleased that finally, there would be more for him than simple blood-sucking and fucking. Not that he could complain at such things, but it had only been in their last two encounters that such caresses had been applied.

The Vampire felt his neck jerk slightly in pleasure, their bodies rising and falling with the same rapid succession that could be attributed to the young man's ivory chest-the sound of his breath and wild splashing of the reddened water the only instruments to their musical. The hot blood and water, the heart of their bodies together, the pulsing of the flesh as they pounded together-the sheer delight of it all engulfed Alucard, causing him to pull back from Aya's shoulder, a deep moan escaping him-adding another clash to the symphony of their entwining. Eyes closed tightly, and the Vampire's head shook slightly as he regained control, realising for a moment wanton abandon had his reigns.

A bloody mouth met with the young man's, sanguine tongue and red lips working over plush ivory, staining them with their own coppery essence. Alucard's hand glided across milky skin, locating the redhead's own pulsing erection, sliding his hand up and down it, the movements smoothed and more fluid, more pleasurable due the water. And with this, the Vampire had the rhythm increase even more, driving himself deeply into Aya, rough and quick. He felt the desire within him, as he always had, to swallow the assassin completely as he could feel the well in his lower abdomen slowly flowing outward across his body, bathing him in warmth. Another level of pleasure reached, and another level of depravity followed. However, this one he forced himself not to act on, merely fueling all his energy into screwing Aya's brains out.

 

One could wonder why the savory caresses had only started just recently. Then again, it could very well be the fact that Aya had finally shed into the last realm of submission (which he hadn't wanted to progress to), or it could be chalked up to the idea that Alucard had finally made a verbal claim to him. Whatever the case, the redhead certainly put his attention into giving Alucard something in return for the mind-blowing sex. How could one pinpoint the moment in which Aya actually started caring if the Vampire was getting enough pleasure from the experience? Not to say that just the act of fucking wasn't incredible. Aya was an uninhibited god in bed, against walls, on counters, in cars, and now in the water - that was enough to make sex with him a pleasurable experience, as he was quite skilled at it - gentle and attentive caresses were an added bonus.

The song of their sex was, to say the least, barbaric in a sense, filled with the heated sound of skin pounding against skin repeatedly, Alucard's groan, the audible sound of the jets complaining as the water splashed about, uncovering them occasionally with the stormy waves. Another moan might have been contributed to their sensual duet, but with Aya's lips caught tightly with Alucard's, tongue meshed into the one soaked still with blood, the pleasurable sound was unable to escape, and instead resonated in his throat as a feral, tantalizing growl. Who knew if Alucard was the type that enjoyed throaty sounds such as that, but it was of no concern to the assassin as his breathing quickened still - a feat possibly considered impossible, and with it rose their rhythmic thrusts. With Alucard's hard cock driving into him - each time pounding into the violet-eyed man the meaning of perfect unity in sex - hitting the point in him where his mind began to swim with stars and vivacious waves of pleasure, the ecstasy crashed down upon him as his body fell into Alucard upon each forceful sensation.

Aya's member throbbed beneath Alucard's palm, pulsing with the same quickness as his breathing in the cadence of their joining. Such passion ignited between them, it seemed even their car fucking paled in the comparison. Whether the passion was the result of the scenario they were currently occupied in, or if it had stemmed and blossomed from their thoughts prior to coming together, was debatable. Or maybe their thoughts had only ended up bringing them into the same bath, and the passion was entirely their own.

 

Whatever the passion was a result of, it was certainly intense and nearly scalding-like the water-in heat, and made the entire experience one of the most enjoyable for Alucard. A deep shudder resonated through his body, sweat and water drizzling down his face and chest, illuminating his olive skin-causing him to glow, gold entwined with ivory. The crimson eyes pried themselves open, glittering against the shimmering bronze canvas, sable tresses tossed about attractively around them. Their entire bodies seemed painted with the brightest, most brilliant colours, from Aya's scarlet hair and marble body to Alucard's ruby orbs and golden form, his shining inky hair. In passion, the two looked most beautiful, and it could easily be stated by anyone as a simply fact. Together, they exuded desire, as two so attractive alone and so attracted to each other so often did. Glimmering droplets and waves of water, tossed high into the air by their movements, echoed pallets of colour into the steamy atmosphere, making it seem as if their only office was to illumine. Every bit of the room seemed to praise their fucking, the majesty of it all-though, somehow, deep down, it was much more primal that that.

For instance-the guttural sound that had been manufactured in Aya's throat. Alucard enjoyed it, was glad that their kiss had caused such a sound-it was better when sex was not glorified... as some made it to be... but when it was what it was meant to be-primal, animalistic. He perhaps took this a bit too far what with his fantasies of a bloody, chained, screaming Aya, but that was not for the punk to know, as that type of thing was more a sadist's thoughts, not ones of an animal that could be applied in this situation. With greater force, Alucard was slamming into Aya, the water bouncing violently now, tossing its contents outside of the ceramic walls. And now that the Vampire's eyes were opened, seeing the young man's face in passion was something he certainly took joy in, and with that, his hand jerked Aya's member much more quickly, wanting to draw more. A small grin was hidden by the utter passion of their kissing, but it was there, mischievous and lecherous. It was honestly much of a shame that the assassin was not a screamer or a moaner in bed-at times, the Vampire would have adored to hear his name shrieked, the word strangled and ragged in passion. However, he knew such things would not happen, and didn't complain either. This was phenomenal enough for him, he resolved, and with that, his thrusts came harder and faster than ever.

 

It was honestly a doubt that Aya would ever cry out Alucard's name in sex. Except for that one time with Schuldig, but he hadn't entirely said the name - so it still didn't count.

Violet eyes slid open as he felt the scarlet orbs upon his face, and as his gaze met Alucard's, Aya was stunned. Kissing and sex were deeply personal things, between them anyway, and when the redhead became that passionate, defenses melted away, paving a clear path into those amethyst mirrors, down into the very core of his being. It was why Aya did not open his eyes during passion, because he could not bear to feel that vulnerable. And those gorgeous eyes told all. Years of utter torment, Aya's desperate fight to keep his sanity when every glance he took somehow reminded him of his sister's, the innocent blood splattered upon his hands as if he had killed Aya-Chan a thousand times over with those bloodied appendages, the nightmares he'd grown victim to since her injury, and the expended energy that had long since ran out to stay strong, and the dedication to push through with some feeble stubbornness and unwillingness to give up. A bitter heart reflected in that gaze, a cold and shut off heart that had replaced one that had become so shattered. It was all there, painfully unguarded for Alucard to see.

With their bodies so close, so connected, Aya could not pull away. He wrenched his face away from the older man's, burying his face deeply into Alucard's moist shoulder as his body violently reacted in contradiction to the assassin's want to distance himself from his lover, who had just gotten a chance to see clearly things he meant to hide. The best he could do was to hide his face, almost shamefully, as his erection exploded forth his heavy passion, splashing against the marble flesh of finely carved bodies, littering into the water already stained with one essence of Aya. His arms embraced the dark-haired Vampire tightly, body constricting in the glorious moment that was his orgasm. Yes, a glorious moment that he had pressed into Alucard's shoulder to hide. His body convulsing in the expended tremors of his ecstasy. It was not to say that the leader of Weiss thought badly now of the sex, feeling utterly open - it would have happened someday. It had only been a matter of time before he made such a slip up. He could only hope that Alucard would not lord it over him in the future.

 

The Vampire himself erupted inside of Aya almost immediately after, his own essence filling the young man. The orgasm came incredibly hard, swallowing him and drowning him in its bliss and warmth, numbing his fingertips from the sheer power. It lasted for several seconds, and soon after it dissipated, he still found himself a bit wide-eyed, for once astonished at the amazing pleasure sex with Aya could bring him. As he slowly removed himself, he could feel the fluids mixing again, his own arousal disappearing, and giving Aya a salacious grin, a sly glance, he removed himself completely. His body was covered with a light coat of water, the water tainted with blood and semen, not that he cared, it would all be washed off within a few moments. Alucard had bathed in blood on more than one occasion, and had the... honor of bearing a semen-coated chest more than once. As such, when he grabbed a soft, pastel yellow towel from a golden rack and began to wipe himself dry, he felt no true relief-just that it was a duty that needed to be completed. His brain was fizzing back to life from the inebriation of sex, and he was floating on the cocky high he had sometimes, for example, “yes, I just gave him another unforgettable experience.” Of course, such words were not spoken, but certainly thought more than once.

The Vampire, in his more lucid state, thought back to what had truly driven him over the edge-the exact moment before Aya came was when he was allowed a precious (not that he considered it that) glimpse into Aya's soul, the very emotions that he had so pondered from time to time. Within the assassin's burning liquid self lie a life torn by tragedy and torment, desperation and loneliness, a plethora of negative feelings that Alucard had been able to sense, and having such emotions bestowed upon him had caused him to topple into pleasure. It was odd, as Alucard was not sentimental or sympathetic, but it was simply from the pure intimacy of it all, something the Vampire had not experienced in... nearly one hundred years, about. Alucard was a bit put off that such a thing had caused him to cum, but he had been in such a mode, after the dream of Mina-perhaps his subconscious had not forgotten the feelings, though all thoughts of her had been cleared away. Either way, such a thing, Aya's emotions, would not be appropriate to bring up with the punk, and in some odd streak of benevolence, he allowed it to remain secure within his mind.

Finished toweling off, he pulled on his lower garments, and his gaze found the redhead's once more and he smiled, fangs gleaming. It seemed Alucard could never give an honest smile to the redhead-something that would be even between them-and as he smiled he pivoted on his heel, crossing out of the room to put on the rest of his clothes. It seemed it was later than he expected, as he could not sense even a hint of sunlight outside. All the better, he thought cheerfully as he pulled on his hat as the finishing touch. His body ached only slightly, and he figured it would die away soon enough-in the mean time, wasn't there work to be done?

 

So much for Aya bathing. Violet eyes turned to regard the defiled water, and with a bit of a sigh he pulled himself from the tub, reaching out to pluck another towel from the stack. Slowly he dried himself off, gaze downcast to the floor as he reprimanded himself. Although, it did not seem to the redhead that Alucard was going to bring up what he had seen, and so he would only need to shrug it off. He would not pretend that it hadn't happened, because it too deeply intimate for him to just forget. Truly, Alucard had gotten to see the gist of what had become of him in those last several years since his sister's accident, since he'd become a murderer. Ivory fingers clenched the cloth about the red silk, absorbing the water as much as he could. He turned to the mirror, reflection marble and alabaster glory, save for one mark upon his shoulder. The digits left the towel, running over it gently. That was nice. He wouldn't be narrowed down to turtlenecks, at the very least. And he'd left his own mark upon the Vampire, and with the dedication he'd put into it, the love bite was sure not to fade for a week or two.

Aya swept his clothes from their resting place, pulling them on as he tossed his towel to the floor, drying the liquid that had splashed from the tub during their fucking. They certainly knew how to make a mess, didn't they? Sleeves rolled up, the young man let out the drain to the large ceramic bath, switching off the jets as well. He took a moment to run his fingers through the wet locks of his hair, thinking for a moment that his intent had been to relax. And, never the less, he now felt quite relaxed - just not in the sense he had been striving for. He shrugged, flipping off the bathroom light as he exited it, glancing to Alucard before he walked from the room. He entered his living room to find several people located there. Manx, Yohji, and Omi were perched upon the couch, television on with their heels kicked up. Yohji was the first to turn his head to look at him, grinning devilishly at the near look of alarm on Aya's face.

"Don't worry, buddy, we didn't venture any farther than your bedroom before we settled in here."

The cold purple gaze shifted to where his katana lay, and he entertained a bit of a morbid idea.

"What do you want?" Aya queried, voice holding a bit of animosity. The buxom redhead took to her stiletto heels, an order report clasped between two fingers.

"Aya, I hope you haven't tired yourself out. The next stage of your mission is going into affect now. I have the order to destroy Lebende Tote right here. Are you ready, and do you want Omi and Yohji to accompany you?"

Aya glanced to the two, face belying nothing.

"It's too dangerous. Have them guard against any attacks made by Schwarz in my absence."

Manx nodded, smiling coyly. "Just as I thought."

Omi sighed, "We came all the way here for nothing? Man, I was hoping he would change his mind." The blue-eyed teen bounced up from his seat, striding to Aya. He peered up into the unreadable eyes, lips almost a pout. "I'm disappointed in you, Aya."

The redhead arched a brow, "Why?"

Omi glowered, "You made me lose twenty-dollars to Manx, and you're not letting me in on any of the current missions."

Yohji chuckled, "I second that claim. Twenty bucks went down the drain because of you."

Aya turned his gaze to the solitary woman, eyes narrowed, "What did you bet on this time?"

She snickered, "I bet you'd get plastered. And I'm feeling so benevolent that I'm not going to deduct your pay for getting drunk on a mission. Don't let it happen this time."

Aya snorted, "I don't drink when I'm killing."

The woman nodded, "Indeed. We'll be leaving now. I expect to hear from you once you're done. If you need any help, you've got your cell phone with you." As she said this, she gestured to the other two assassins, who obediently followed after her.

Yohji smirked his leader's direction, "By the way, you have a sex afterglow."

He just barely dodged the irritated Fujimiya, and cackling he flitted out the front door, shutting it behind him.

 

The Vampire, hearing everything from the wall he had leaned himself against, chuckled. A dark smirk was painted upon his face, hypnotic crimson gleaming from the black shadows of his hat. Arms crossed, he cocked his head slightly, a fluid motion, the ebony tresses pooling on a vibrant red shoulder. Lips parted to reveal the bright, sharp fangs, still slick with saliva, his mouth still fresh with the sharp taste of copper. He could only be amused by the situation, amused and most certainly excited. Orders, described verbatim as “destruction.” That was one of his specialties. One of the things he enjoyed most. Being that, as of the moment, he was running under the orders of Manx more-so than Integra (though it did not mean anything in his mind concerning their relationship as Servant-Master), and Manx did not specify to not fuck around... well. In light of this thought, his eyes glittered-how fun would this be? Life was great. Life was wonderful. Who honestly cared about foolish things like relationships with Mina, or Aya, or any of that stuff, when there was death to bring about. Oh, how the notion of tearing apart every one of the worthless creatures within that club entertained him. He felt that perhaps there would be no greater joy after such invigorating sex, and there most likely wasn't. FREAKs, FREAKs everywhere bleeding and screaming and in pain. The shrieks of agony, and the gore, and possibly the tears-he had seen it before-all riled him even more.

God, how did he love to kill and make bleed. For a Vampire such as Alucard, one who had experienced blood lust even before being turned, every death was something that he reveled in, every death was something that counted, as one death was better than none at all, and any more than that simply contributed to the pleasure. If the numbers piled up, his enjoyment followed suite. He loved everything about death, and destruction, and he loved being the cause of it. Alucard's delight swelled at the thought of punishing people with it, as he had done when he was prince. And now, working under Hellsing, he carried out the same duties, only, this time, he was a slightly different position. A complaint, at times, could be uttered within the corners of his mind about being a “Servant”, but would never pass his lips. Verbally, Alucard was unable to argue with his situation, and although earlier he had lost sight of such wonder in his life, now that he was totally and completely within a positive mood, he was sure that it would not occur for quite a while. Moods like this were a joy to have, and he had no second-thoughts about what had happened. For Alucard, sex was not a big deal-it was as normal as feeding, for him. He had done it so many times that it was just what should be done at times. It was the reason he had fucked the punk so often to begin with-he simply did not view it as a ground-breaking event. And, hell, what was he doing even thinking about such things? There was shit to kill. The malicious grin grew wider.

“So?” he cackled.

 

"Let's go," the redhead confirmed, violet eyes glancing over the orders. "...She really meant the destruction of it. The entire club is to be eradicated. The building won't be left standing when we're done with it."

It meant that explosives would be involved to completely demolish Lebende Tote. Kritiker didn't often ask for that kind of thing, as they were an organization of elite assassins - killing was their job... Cleaning up after the fact was rare. It wasn't all that surprising to Aya however, as he stepped out of his house with his trench coat and katana in hand, his gaze turning up to the midnight hanging overhead. It was FREAKs they were dealing with, and no trace of them would be allowed to remain. It hadn't been so different when Masafumi had altered his DNA, and turned himself into that demon. The entire mansion had been destroyed, though that had been a mistake... No matter.

The heavy leather of his coat settled upon his shoulders, and in moments the buckles were tightly fastened. Aya seemed to like buckles and zippers, one could gather from his mission garb. Then again, he also rather had a taste for leather and silk, when it came right down to it. Ivory fingers pressed his keys into the trunk of his car, and he pulled it open. Just as he thought. Manx had left him explosives to get the job done, though a match to the alcohol running in that place would be enough to bring it down, and the explosives he had planted the night before. He shrugged the thoughts away, slipping into the driver's side. An inhalation of breath provided him with a nice scent - no longer the musky stench of sex, and all traces of the act had been cleaned away from the car. He'd done that before Sakura's funeral (as it just wouldn't be polite to drive around with blood and cum splattered all over the window and seat). Patiently he waited until Alucard had joined him in the Porsche, and with the mission in mind he pulled away from the house.

The streets the redhead took to get to Lebende Tote were back road shortcuts, and as such there were very few people to compete with on the open road. It gave Aya the opportunity to drive at whatever speed he desired without having to pass idiots going too slow for his liking. An amethyst gaze shifted away from the windshield, drifting to the window of his door as he glanced out at the forested surroundings, and the sheer canvas devoid of human life. Perhaps not even he could be considered human. He hadn't considered that point as much as the idea of immortality, but maybe that made him somehow not human. He had aged like any being naturally would, but he'd noticed in the last year or two his growth had halted with the exception of more muscles that he'd gotten from training and his profession. Maybe that meant, like Aya-Chan, his body was now frozen forever in this image? His gaze flickered to Alucard. Or even like him. Vampires didn't age either. Aya looked back to the road, slowing only slightly as a turn came upon them, and with it an immediate right to pull onto the street of Lebende Tote. A boot lifted from the gas, slowly pressing down the brakes as the club came into view. Flowing to a flawless halt, the car was soon parked and the assassin was climbing out, sword clenched in his hand.

The time of reckoning.

 

Alucard was quick to follow, and could barely contain his amusement and excitement at the thought of destroying this club. It was well-concealed (as it was hidden off in an obscure part of the city), that could certainly be said, and as he surveyed the outside it was also able to be stated that it was quite shabby. Such little effort had been put in to make it look even appealing-then again, if one is trying to hide something, perhaps that was more of the notion you should be wonted to follow. The gloomy atmosphere outside was the contrast of the pulsing, beating music and sweating creatures within the club, and Alucard was a bit peeved that he had spent enough time in there with them to have their scent rub off on him-God, how they were abusing immortality. He knew it was this trash that wasted human lives (he put no thought to Sakura) boundlessly, constantly draining every person that crossed their paths, or killing mass amounts when there was no threat or need. Perhaps Alucard could be a hypocrite in this respect, but with all the wisdom he had now... things were different.

Besides, the majority of his impales were done as punishments, it just happened to be that he enjoyed them to sickening, inhuman degree. It was for this reason he was most likely turned when he was-the Vampire was accustomed to and enjoyed things such as death and blood and the like. For him, it all had turned out quite well, in fact, he felt as if he was destined to be as he was. Surely, God had damned him, but it didn't matter, as he was working Hellsing, the organization that destroyed all other abominations to the Protestant Church and their Majesty the Queen. He was sure, once there, he'd have fun in Hell. There wasn't a lot that he could not deal with, be it pain or anything of the like-in fact, what could possibly torture him? He wasn't too sure at the moment, but the pain reminded him of the task at hand, and he found himself inside the club with Aya, the epileptic, colourful strobe lights and the pounding beat of rock and rap music. Alucard could see the creatures, the red eyes that matched his, the same look of depravity and cockiness all FREAKs held. How he despised that look-what had they to be cocky about? They did not even know what they were. Surely, they had the powers, at least some or a few (if they were lucky), but did they know how to use them? Had they, like Alucard, been trained for nearly a century? Not at all-they had no knowledge of themselves. At all. No, they just considered immortality a life-long party. Fools. His grin widened, deliciously malicious. Three, two, one...

 

An ivory digit pressed down upon a small device, and off to the side an explosion sounded. Ironic. It was in much the same place Aya had been standing the night before. But then, as an assassin, he was always prepared to plant small bombs. As fire erupted into the club, a frenzy roared up, FREAKs scrambling away from the flames. Two had even been mangled, blood and body parts flying into the opposite wall, from where they'd been leaning on the explosive. One, Aya had no doubt, had been still mortal, crimson essence splashing onto his pale cheek bones as he dashed into the fray.

Red silk thrashed as he whipped his head to look at Alucard, "Take care of the main room," he called, lunging into the fire ignited before the hall.

He threw himself into the rooms on either side as he killed those within and searched for clues to that damnable chip. A good many of these fake Vampires were actually weak, the experiment having gone horribly wrong in them. It made them easy prey, and he disposed of them as such, booted feet clipping softly against the floor as he sharply turned a corner.

Before him lay a staircase leading downward, and with little hesitation he found himself in the room it lead to. It was... Dark. Violet gems narrowed and he glanced around, eyes refocusing to the shadows - just as someone flipped on the lights and he felt his body violently thrown back. A loud thud shuddered the plaster of the wall, and Aya stared forward, now in the light of his attackers. This was certainly a familiar situation, Schwarz standing just before him - all smirks and grins.

"You're so predictable, Aya. You always go for the goal firsthand. Had to find the chip, hm?" Crawford commented, head cocked to the side.

The redhead was livid with anger, glaring upon his captors as it was all he could do - struggling against the strength of Nagi's mind was useless.

Schuldig chuckled, "But of course. It's how our little Aya is, don't you know?"

A faint red brow twitched up.

"Yours?" Aya muttered, voice suspicious.

"Why, of course you're ours! You see, we're very tired of listening to Estet. The Elders are a bunch of fools. No, no. It's our turn to have the fun," the orange-haired man continued, grinning mercilessly. Nagi smiled, hands held up as he pushed Abyssinian further into the wall.

"Mmm... Farfarello. The chip," he stated, and obligingly the Irishman stepped forward.

"It's as if we're destroying a perfect god. Yes. This is true retribution to the god that betrayed me!" the man cried, eye turning to Aya. "Our puppet god."

Aya's gaze turned to the floor, and those amethyst eyes widened.

"What... What the hell?!"

A hand reached out, and in one great rip tore the clothes from his body, exposing the soft alabaster expanse. Schuldig licked his lips, "You're all healed up. Wonder how that happened... You drank your little Vampire's blood, didn't you?"

Weiss' leader frowned sourly, eyes not drifting from those things sliding up his legs - their own appendages resembling tentacles of a sort.

"This is the FREAK chip?" Aya questioned, trying to recoil away from them.

"Yep. Don't worry, we were all expecting something else. Now shut up and scream," Schuldig hissed, tossing his head back to cackle as the first wiggled its way into the wound upon Aya's shoulder.

Teeth clenched, his eyes slammed shut as another carved its way into his body, pain spiking through him in large quantities. How could something so small hurt so much? Aya couldn't be sure how many had dug into him before his own voice pierced the air, a pained cry before he slumped to the ground. Head bowed, he made to breathe, only to realize he didn't need to. He peered down at himself, noticing an almost lighter shade to his skin (once thought impossible).

Crawford turned to Farfarello, "Take his sword and run him through. It's silver. We need to make sure he's perfect."

Berserker much obliged the offer, the redhead hissing as the blade sliced into his neck. It burned. Of course, then he realized that there was a sword in his neck and slowly being cut through it to behead him. And it wasn't long before the neck and head parted ways, crimson hair splaying upon the ground as it hit it.

"He's not turning to dust. Stab him in the heart. Better yet, rip his heart out. See if that kills him."

Farfarello again divulged himself, hand and sword puncturing into the chest, and the man successfully ripped the heart from it.

"Crawford, look," Nagi murmured, eyes turned down to Aya's head which presently was melting into blackness, and then his body and the organ the madman held in his hand.

Crawford smirked, "He's perfect. He heals much quicker than any other FREAK we've seen. We should have known only Aya could be the one to perfect the chip." Aya stood, now actually clothed in the black silk shirt and pants he had been wearing, his tongue sliding over a pair of sharp canines. He really had become what he'd meant to destroy.

"You work for us now, Aya," Schuldig murmured.

Farfarello added a sadistic grin, "Kill Alucard."

Merely a shadow upon the hallway, Aya slipped through it quietly now, Schwarz following a safe distance back as the man entered the flames and emerged, the fire licking at him hungrily. The glow of the flare licked at his eyes, casting a deep crimson shade to them, his sword in one hand, a gun in the other. And as he stepped away from the explosion, the red hue of his eyes did not shift back to the smooth purple mirrors so commonly attributed to him. No.

They remained deeply scarlet, abysses that carried heavily a lust for blood. Aya lifted the gun in his grasp, pointing it at the man that had fucked him just earlier, and with little consequence he fired the bullet. Go figure Schwarz would fill it with silver bullets - possibly blessed if they really wanted the Vampire dead.

 

Alucard had been doing his job of “taking care of the main room,” and had been doing it quite well, in fact. He had been able to destroy a majority of the FREAKs-the building was absolutely packed with them-within such a small span of time, as well. The monsters were so tightly strung together that one bullet would often destroy one to three at most, and being that Alucard's aim was lethally accurate, he had not missed a target once (not that it would be of much consequence if he did, as mentioned, the creatures were closely congregated). Blood had been thrown everywhere before death occurred, their bodies then turning to dust. The Vampire had been enjoying himself quite thoroughly, and was in fact in the middle of a disgustingly pleased smile, lips curled sadistically. When the bullet blew through his skull, he felt it abruptly, and his face faltered almost immediately as pain exploded through his cranium.

Having enough energy remaining to turn and face his attacker, he clearly saw Aya before him, usually violet eyes burning the bright scarlet that Alucard himself held, like all Vampires-synthetic or true-held. Immediately, he had known what had occurred, even if all the details were not of knowledge. No, he most certainly knew that Aya had been turned into one of the things he absolutely despised, that the young man had gone from lover to target. However, this change of identity did not bother Alucard in the least. In fact, he was assured if he were able to, he'd be treating the redhead just as he did every other FREAK-as something despicable and requiring destruction. However, these thoughts were short-lived. The Vampire felt blood leaking from his body, from wounds that didn't even exist. The scar on his chest was ripped open, and the pain searing from all parts of body caused him to clench his teeth roughly.

“Damn,” was all he could mutter, his normally dark, smooth voice seemingly strained. Alucard's body began to melt, liquified into a repulsive crimson ooze, dripping and turning his entire wardrobe the deep crimson.

Slowly, his legs collapsed into the floor in a sticky, thick fluid, the rest of his body following. His head was nestled in the middle of the dark ooze, mind crying at his eyes to stay open.

God this sucked-he hadn't even got a shot. Come now, Aya, why couldn't you have been fair and at least played a little game?

The Vampire wondered what had caused the young man to come over with an urge to kill him, as it was most definitely uncalled for. The assassin did not seem like the type to submit willingly to FREAK chip implantation, nor the type to turn against the only person who was of aide to him in the mission. So, the theory that perhaps he had gotten it installed to kill Alucard and destroy the FREAKs on his own was completely debunked, as he would have no want to become such a creature in the first place. The Vampire's eyes, dull, yet burning a weak fire, gradually fell closed, face stained with blood and destroyed by the silver bullet. It was rather upsetting, his own type of bullets had been the type to kill him...

Sorry, my Master.

 

Aya's eyes narrowed as he watched Alucard carefully, arm still raised and poised to fire again. One bullet? One bullet could kill Alucard? There was no way. None... His brows twitched down in dissatisfaction and he turned to a gloating Schwarz. He glared towards them, receiving ruthless grins in return.

"He was that easy to destroy? We didn't even need Aya to do that," Crawford stated, a bit casually.

That was, until Aya advanced on them, slender body tensed and clearly irritated.

Schuldig arched a brow, "Hey, you're on our side now. There's no way you could be fighting against the chip like that. It was upgraded to keep you in line." Aya cocked his head to the side, lips hanging open slightly.

"Mm," was all the redhead said as he neared Farfarello.

The Irishman started to back up, but a slender ivory hand clasped about his throat. His other hand pressed the barrel of his gun to Farfarello's shoulder, finger slowly pulling upon the trigger as he shoved the neck to the side, nails slicing into the skin roughened by years of self abuse and buried his face against it, tongue lapping up the blood now spilling from the wounds. Nagi moved a step back as the round fired off into the man and the redhead allowed the body to drop unceremoniously to the ground, countenance turning to glower at the remainder of Schwarz, mouth lush with blood.

"I'm not a puppet. Refer to me as such again, and the rest of you will suffer with him." The scarlet gaze turned down to Farfarello, who clutched at the shoulder leaking out blood.

"That's your only warning."

Schuldig gazed down upon the wounded member of Schwarz, "Of course... You're the immortal one, after all. Who are we to impose? You choose to work for us now, right?" Aya turned from them, gun hefted again as he fired at a FREAK only half dead and screaming in the fire.

"Maybe," he replied, fingers wiping away the remaining traces of blood from his chin and his tongue ran along them. Aya took a moment to consider the taste of blood now that he was a Vampire that enjoyed the taste. It still tasted a bit of copper, but it wasn't bitter as he remembered it. The crimson gaze swiftly glanced towards the vicinity in which Alucard had been, growing greatly impatient. Dammit, why wasn't Alucard getting up? He needed to have patience, which on a normal day was something he was abundant in.

"...Let's go," the redhead growled, turning towards the door. Schwarz might think it peculiar that he wished to stay in the burning building, and so he ordered them outside. When they were out the door, he shut it behind him, looking towards the damnable men that had done this to him.

"Go ahead, I'll catch up. I've got new things to experience..." the assassin murmured, voice hard and offering no room for argument.

"Suit yourself," Schuldig shrugged, following after Crawford who helped Farfarello along with Nagi in tow. As they disappeared down the street, the redhead slipped back into Lebende Tote, gun and blade at his sides. He had to know that the Vampire wasn't dead. He had to know that his attempt to fool Schwarz hadn't actually destroyed Alucard. He frowned, his mind frazzling to try to redirect his thoughts into ones of hatred and loathing for all of Schwarz's enemies. So that's what they had meant. They were trying to control his mind also through the chip.

 

Moments passed, long moments passed of no activity. Soon, even Alucard's head had begun to disappear into the goo, which itself gradually began to dilute into blood. It gleamed and glimmered within the fire, flames that bespoke nothing but death reflecting themselves in the blood of one who had once loved to cause it so. Such a force of nature seemed almost maddened at the death of the Vampire, crackling and burning with rage, reds and yellow displaying their angry colours for all to see, not that there were many. The fire grew, swelled in size, the bright orange tendrils licking at the fluid, teasing it cause the one who it belonged to rise once more, to join them in their destruction. It took not long for the blood to begin to assimilate into the floorboards, until a small puddle remained, fallen upon by one of the last dying FREAKs. As his body turned to dust, the remaining amount of blood was covered by it, the final remains of the Undead Alucard now completely obscured to all eye who would want to see it.

And, the infuriated flames soon took it upon themselves to devour the floorboards that would hold the dust, fully releasing all evidence of the Vampire's death. It was now as if he had never existed, as if he were nothing but a mere memory in a novel, or in many a volume of encyclopedia. Biographies, page afer page of his life was all that existed now, the Vampire Alucard had truly been destroyed. And all with a simple shot to the head-but the bullet had been blessed and silver. It did not matter whom he worked for, as he was still damned, and such attacks using the bullets of God, silvers ones at that, were highly lethal. However, such bullets simply were not used by anyone except Hellsing, so it was figured the Vampire had nothing to be concerned about. Evidently, such was not so, as there he was (or wasn't), utterly eradicated. Perhaps it would be normal for several bullets to destroy him, but this one, so well placed, had hit an integral spot. And so, as the flames swallowed the remainders of the area, then continued on their merry way. There was still yet half the building to engulf, and surely it would not take so long…

 

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Gasp?! Alucard's dead?! …Oops. No need to dwell! Onto the reviews!

 

Review Response Time!:

 

SchrodingersCat: Lookie there, we got two reviews from you this week! And we're glad to know that Glass Shell didn't leave us! That makes us feel totally awesome! I took that into consideration, and that's why I had Schu-Schu rape little Aya. I know it was bad, but Schu does get to lord it over our alabaster god later (homahgawd, did I just give you a hint of something?!). And on the topic of Aya/Sakura, I thought the exact same thing. It's because of those kinds of relationships that you get Aya having some kind of sick fetish for Aya-Chan. And that is just so wrong~. Now, onto Yohji - I know that I have made him a total asshole, and it's not because I hate him. It's for a good cause, that I guess I didn't make altogether clear. Yohji knows how much it hurt Aya to lose his sister. He after all lost Asuka and we know that was a major angstfest. Yohji doesn't want to see Aya fall in love and get hurt, or botch missions. If Aya lost Alucard (>.>; like in this chapter), Aya would be heartbroken if he actually loved Alucard. Which is why I have Yohji trying to act as a voice of reason, even if that makes him an ass. Love ya, and keep the reviews flowing!

 

Red-on-Black: You can say that again! Aya and Alucard are just too fucked up to be described by a single word. But that's why we love `em, right? As for the Yohji inquiry, refer to the previous review. Yohji is supposed to be looking out for Aya, because Aya's a little too confused in the head to do it himself. ^^; I mean, Aya probably could fall in love with Alucard, given the time and with no one telling him it was a mistake. But being an assassin, fight and flight lives strictly forbid that kind of getting attached, you know? Falling in love is the last thing Aya needs to do, but he probably will anyway, ne? XD As for an estimate on chapters. There is roughly three or four chapters left. O.o Isn't it sad? Knowing that it's going to end soon? But that's what side-stories are made for! Drop us another review anytime!

 

Mikko: We used to update every Wednesday, but then we got off of our schedule, so we've gradually been trying to get it back to Wednesdays. Which we've done, successfully! ^^ When it comes to Aya's breakdown, I thought that it was required. To show that Aya has the capacity for human emotion, and that Alucard also has that same capacity for human emotion (like comforting Aya, wasn't that just too cute?!). Thanks for reading, feel free to review again. We always love the feedback.

 

Our E-Mail Reviewer: We got an e-mail reviewer, to whom I thought it was adament that I respond to. Though she sent the e-mail to sadak0, it was directed at me, since I write everything pertaining to Aya. I wrote a chapter or so back about Aya's "...becoming utterly rape-worthy..." I was unaware that this could be taken offensively, and we came to the conclusion that the only way it could be taken offensively is if someone took it too seriously. I'm not here to bitch and moan about being told I was offensive. And I'm not going to lose any sleep over offending someone. Because the fact of the matter is that I would never condone rape. Even though the word rape has been used like 50+ times in this story, and the fact that Aya was raped - we don't think highly of rape. I think that every Schu-Schu fanfic must offend you too, honey. Seeing as 90% of them have Schu raping someone. Besides, if you read back, you will realize that Aya is the victim of brutal attacks all the time by Alucard. Please, don't read into sentences like that seriously. Because neither sadak0 or myself think that rape is okay. This is just a story, and this doesn't reflect how we feel on the subject, otherwise I would never have let Aya be raped in the first place. By saying that he was “rape-worthy”, I meant that when someone exudes sexual allure as much as Aya did while he was wearing that outfit, I'm pretty sure some people would be dying to rape him. Because Aya would certainly not have been a willing party if he had had sex with anyone but Alucard. Therefore it would have been rape, with Aya fighting all the way. Wow, that was a really long response, but I think I got my point across. Maybe. Anyway, please don't think that I dislike you or anything. Your complaint was perfectly valid, and I had no idea someone would take that offensively. But, unfortunately, this story is pretty offensive in itself. :/ Please stick with us until the end, and feel free to give us some more feedback. <3

 

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