Hellsing Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Dracula Movie Madness! ❯ Dracula Movie Madness! ( Chapter 1 )

Alucard x Aya strikes again! First seen in Beyond Mortal Blood, Sadak0 and myself thought that they could use a little more of the limelight. Not to mention, we just didn't want to see our beautiful pairing perish when BMB was finished. And so we wrote a one-shot side fic about them, after the fact. A little OOC, but still very enjoyable!

 

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It was late afternoon and it would be an understatement to say that the No-Life-King Alucard was feeling rather restless. Then again, it made sense that he would be easily bored - he did have eternity to live, after all. Though his spare time was normally spent killing and or destroying, another new hobby included having his fun with his eternal butt-buddy/fuck-toy/boyfriend, Fujimiya Aya. At this point in the day, Alucard was feeling a bit playful, fully rested (still restless, though) due to the fact he had gotten to sleep rather earlier the other day. It wasn't as if he had wanted to, but rigorous sex did have an effect on him when deprived of blood.

He could have fed on Aya, but the young man had said earlier that due to the abnormally hot weather (during winter, too) he wasn't going to be fond of wearing turtlenecks. The Vampire had decided to be thoughtful for once and save him the trouble - though normally it wasn't the case. Clad in only a loose white shirt and black slacks, the Vampire sauntered upstairs, hands in his pockets, considering quietly what should be in store for the night. He had no clue, honestly, there was so much to do it was often hard for him to pin down one single objective and then carry it out.

However, he was sure within moments he'd think of it. Crimson optics turned to the dark orange dusk, pink clouds laid on like thick dust across the colorful canvas of the setting sun. It was going to be a lovely night, he was assured. But what was there to do? He felt behind him footsteps across the hard floor, and turned, handsome features and olive skin highlighted by the setting sun. He smiled charmingly, fangs glinting in the yellows and oranges of the light.

"Good evening, my Master," he offered.

Integra took him up on it. "What are you doing up so early, Vampire?" the woman asked absent-mindedly, colbalt eyes regarding him suspiciously.
"Went to bed early," he replied casually. "Any idea of what there is to do tonight?"

The woman looked at him oddly, graceful features twisting in confusion. "You can't think of anything?" she queried.

"Nope."

She smirked. "It's too bad you aren't human - they'd actually make use of all the time you have. Go watch a movie, or something," she responded teasingly, and strode off to whatever business there was to be done.

Alucard considered the thought for a moment, and with a feeling of new resolve, had already faded in the shadows, the only remainder a few wisps of black mist.

 

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Fujimiya Aya was perched comfortably on the bed of his new apartment. Well, new by a few months, was better to say. Ivory fingers sped along the keyboard of his laptop, as he did god knows what for Kritiker in the daytime. Not to say that he and the Weiss hadn't created a new cover-up to replace the flower shop. However, weekends were now set aside for free time or day missions when they came around. Being that it was Saturday, the redhead had nothing better to do than put in some research time for the organization. Who cares if they had people hired to do such things? Aya was bored, and it was all there was to do, and surely Manx wouldn't be too angry that he was wasting away his time off working like a fiend.

Well, that was excluding the option of paying a visit to Alucard, but they had forever. It wasn't as if they could spend every waking moment together, though they generally saw each other once a day and so far Saturday had experienced an absence of the Vampire. A sigh fell from his lips as he paused a moment, falling back on his bed to stretch. More often than not, Aya-Chan would presently curled up in his lap with a book, curiously watching him work at his computer. However, she was also away, on some shopping spree with Omi or something to that affect. It left him alone and to his own devices to entertain himself, which he was doing an excellent job of failing at. Who the hell did work when they were given a reprieve from it?

With another listless sigh, the assassin sat back up, hands reaching out to light over the keys again. Head slightly cocked to the side, he stared at the screen with dull violet eyes - filled with intense boredom. So, maybe working the rest of the day wouldn't be thrilling. He'd been at a computer for hours straight, and staring further at the monitor was sure to do some sort of irrepairable damage to his eyes. A break might do him so good right about now, but what to do with such a break? A walk might satisfy his restless disposition, or perhaps he could stop by a coffee shop and induce a caffeine euphoria of some sort. Alabaster fingers ruffled the crimson locks. Maybe just a little more work, and then he'd finally drag himself off the bed to do something more productive with his time.

 

Of course, the Vampire had other plans in mind for the young man. Being that he was the dominant one, it was normal that if Alucard felt like doing something, Aya would most likely have to do it. There was always the option of refusing but that would most likely end in some type of awful, horrible abuse fantasy. Not that Aya didn't enjoy these, okay, well, maybe sometimes he didn't, but in the end they were always fun. Right?

 

In any case, behind Aya, the Vampire had begun materialising, taking his sweet time to do so, in fact. It was obvious that the young man was engrossed in his work, so most likely, Alucard would go unnoticed until he made himself so. Silence permeated the room as the shadows slowly converged. Black mist formed long, strong legs, a powerful upper-body, the thin white shirt draped rather sinfully across smooth muscles.

Finally, there was the light olive of his neck, and his well-chiseled features, crowned by a silky mess of black tresses. Ruby red eyes glinted gleefully, a mischievous smile curling his lips, and the Vampire took the young man in his arms, nuzzling him whilst the death hug was administered. Oh, it felt good to hold the redhead in his arms once more - it had only been less than a day, but Aya certainly was good for other things than fucking. Well, sometimes.

"Aya!" he purred, and, with a darker tone, in the young man's ear, continued. "We're going to go see a movie, so get yourself ready." It was a sudden decision, yes, but really -why not?

 

When the arms slid around Aya, he had melted into them quite willingly. His day would now be at least a little more eventful now that Alucard had shown himself. He turned around in the hug to face Alucard, returning the embrace loosely.

"Oh really?" the redhead inquired, before he pressed a soft kiss to the corner of the Vampire's mouth.

With a flitting smile, he wiggled free of Alucard's arms, sliding off of the bed. Actually, he was rather glad his lover had appeared when he had, because working was boring him near to death. Clapping shut the laptop, he carried it to the opposite side of the room, setting it on the desk.

Slender fingers began to shed the garments that he was wearing. They were fine to wear around the house, as they were comfortably rugged with wear. The loose jeans boasted a hole in the right knee, and the shirt hung precariously off one shoulder, allowing for a preview of the soft ivory skin beneath the article. Of course, now the flesh it hid was exposed to the brilliant lighting of the room as he threw open his closet. From it he selected a button up shirt that gleamed a deep shade of blue and pair of tan pants. Of course, the decision process was not as simple as that, as Aya had his bouts of uke-stereotype where he was a fair bit girlish acting, including the indecisiveness of one.

Nevertheless, he pulled on the clothes, tugging on socks and then slipping his feet into a pair of boots that, upon inspection, one would find had something of a platform bottom to. Turning to Alucard, a necklace gleaming from about his neck - it was platinum made, as he couldn't very well wear silver with a Vampire as a boyfriend - he presented another small smile as he crossed the bedroom again to pounce onto the bed. Thereupon, he sat himself down in Alucard's lap, head resting against the clothing clad shoulder as he peered up at the Vampire.

"What movie?" he asked, curious.

 

"A good one," he responded absent-mindedly.

Something he hadn't thought of, but nothing he couldn't take care of immediately. So, what movies were there to see? Gently, he pushed the assassin off of his body and paced over to the desk, pulling open the laptop and starting up an internet browser. Scanning the movies, he scoffed. None seemed truly promising, and his eyes darted up and down, sizing up each title. Huh. Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea - aha! What was this? "Dracula," eh? Some pathetic attempt at portraying his life story on film? No doubt it would be based on the original collection of letters and recordings that Stoker had managed to put together - but honestly, putting faces to such things! He assumed it would be wholly inaccurate, and almost contemplated not going, but then, that wouldn't be interesting, would it? Maybe this would be a fun thing to do - critiquing the movie with his own name in the title.

He turned to Aya and smiled with a bit of wicked charm, "We're going to see Dracula."

It sounded so incredibly conceited, but surely Aya would be able to understand. Alucard was the type of man - Vampire - who was mind-numbingly optimistic and found a bit of fun within everything. As well as Aya himself, as he found, due to the fact he couldn't keep his gaze from drifting to the redhead. He scanned the young man's body without noticing - he looked incredibly attractive as usual. It seemed almost a blessing he'd be paired with such perfection for eternity. Sometimes, the Vampire figured it was the red hair that did it - soft, shiny, and the color of blood. Not to mention the soft, ivory skin the young man boasted - it was all so lovely.

Surely, it was marred often due to the Vampire's fangs, but it was nothing a little Undead blood couldn't heal. Alucard smiled again and moved toward Aya, taking the assassin in his arms, pressing their lips together in a kiss. It was held for moments, and in said moments, Alucard had pulled their hips close and practiced a bit of grinding before releasing the young man, grinning at Aya with a malicious glint in his eye. Then, it was noticeable - both of their feet began to melt into the shadows, legs and upper torsos following, and before their heads turned into the inky mist, the Vampire had locked his lips with the redhead once more.

 

Aya was at first unsure of the idea of going to see a movie based on Alucard's past life. I mean, really. He'd read Bram Stoker's Dracula, and it hadn't exactly pleased him to know about a past relationship he had been in. But, then again, he was the current boyfriend, wasn't it his right to be fitfully jealous over such a thing? Of course, the second thought to cross his mind was that this was like the tenth Dracula movie to be released. It seemed that the world just couldn't get enough of the mystified notion of Vampires and magic. Then again, he'd been the same way in his youth. And now? As if he could escape the mystified notion of Vampires and magic. He was subjected to them on a daily basis, though he was more than willing to delve into such experiences. Otherwise he wouldn't give himself up to Alucard day after day, and plan on doing so for the rest of his eternal life.

Ah, yes. Eternity was a long time, but it didn't stop them from taking the challenge of it. And if anyone could make a relationship last forever, it was Alucard and Aya. Hell, just out of sheer stubbornness they could keep it alive. Not to say that was the only thing holding them together. They had a rocky beginning to their relationship, filled with a thousand uncertainties, but they had smoothed out. And the last several months had been rather enjoyable, once they had chosen to make this work under any circumstance. And Aya had seen enough of Alucard to hate him, but still he didn't. Maybe it was because he was as much of a monster as the Vampire was, but in his own right. Or maybe it was just because he had seen past all of the sadism and found a person he had the capacity to care for. A great leap for Fujimiya Aya, who had vowed that Aya-Chan would be the only person he would allow himself affection for.

Their bodies slowly began to piece together again just to the side of the movie theatre. There was no need to startle the poor people that were strutting down the concrete walk. The redhead brushed his lips a final time over Alucard's, ivory fingers entwining with their olive counterparts as he turned towards the building. This was certainly the first date they had ever had going to the movies, though not to say they hadn't gone out before. Dating was a little difficult for them, though. Going out to eat, which was the norm, was not exactly a big option for them, and when they did Alucard, more often than not, ended up getting his fill before they left the restaurant.

The redhead fished out his wallet, and though he felt a little gypped that he was the one to pay on their outings, he realized that he was the one receiving a steady income. It could not be helped.

"What can I do for you?" the woman behind the glass inquired, smiling radiantly at the two.

"Two tickets for Dracula," Aya replied, eyes scanning over the prices as he handed her his credit card.

"Fans of the Dracula movies?" she asked cheerfully, swiping the card to purchase the tickets.

"I've seen a few," he answered, "but it's been a few years."

The girl smiled, "Well, enjoy the show. I hear this is the best one so far."

The best one, eh? How accurate could they get a movie based on one book? A book that in itself wasn't completely free of error. Handing the card and tickets to Aya, she bid them fairwell. The assassin stepped inside of the theatre, glancing around.

 

The Vampire wasted no time, led the redhead deeper into their designated theatre, and furthermore, decided their seats. In the very centre of it all - perfect. When was the last time he had been in a movie theatre, though? The last time he could think of visiting would be when he was with Integra, and even then, it wasn't as if she ventured off to theatres often. Must have been years ago. There were a good amount of people lined up behind and in front of them, not that it bothered Alucard. He had never really been concerned about people, and most likely they wouldn't prove a nuisance. And if they did - well, Integra had set rules against such things, but it wasn't as if she would find out about it. As they sat down, he took the redhead's hand and squeezed it lightly, and leaned over to kiss the young man on the lips - the darkness was a bit of a catalyst, he had to admit.

As he kissed Aya, he could feel eyes upon him - curious eyes, ones that couldn't care less and ones that disapproved. Even a few that cheered something such as this on. How long could he continue this kiss? The previews were still on, they had about... most likely, five minutes left before the show began. And while Aya was a delicious treat for himself, in some odd of kindness, he wondered if the young man had even wanted something to eat. Surely, if he had, he would have alerted the Vampire previous to coming in the theatre, but still - ah, fuck it, he supposed he should ask. Pulling away from the tender kiss, scarlet orbs met with violet mirrors.

"You want... popcorn, or something?" he inquired, eyes darting off to the screen as he finished the question.

He'd buy it, but it'd still have to be Aya's money, as the Vampire didn't really have any.

 

Aya was slightly disappointed by the end to the kiss, since it was altogether a pleasing enjoyment to him. Though, Aya hadn't always been one for public displays of affection. Oh no, there had been a time when he would barely touch Alucard with other people around, lest the Vampire instigate it (which he normally did). But such considerations had been shed when the redhead had finally admitted to being a wholly submissive boyfriend. Which hadn't taken too long to convince him of. Aya knew well enough to admit when he was defeated. And with that defeat, Aya had little qualm now with showing his affection for Alucard, which is why he was so put off by having a kiss ended before it had barely begun.

Then again, now that Alucard mentioned it, Aya hadn't exactly eaten much that day. Breakfast with Aya-Chan was the last time he could recall, and that had been some time earlier in the day. So, he was a little hungry once he put his mind to it. With the question now presented, the assassin nodded.

"Mmhmm," he murmured, leaning into Alucard to bestow on him a chaste kiss. One hand placed delicately on the Vampire's chest, he returned the man's gaze. "Popcorn and something to drink. I don't care what."

He pulled from his pocket his wallet, slipping it into Alucard's hand as he playfully nibbled on his lover's lower lip.

"Thanks for offering," his voice purred gently, before he sat back into the movie theatre chair. As he watched Alucard go, he half-listened to the conversations and murmurs around him from the other movie-goers. Some were holding low conversations about public displays of affection between male couples - himself and Alucard - were disgusting, others were giggling about boy couples being cute or some crap like that. As if he and Alucard made a cute couple. Really! How could two sexy men end up under the label of "adorable couple"... They were a little cute though, weren't they? He hadn't thought much about that, but of course he was looking at it from the view of sinfully sweet abusive love-making. Now there was a category they could fit in - beautiful.

A small sigh slipped from his lips as he turned his attentions back to the screen and the quiet and not-so-quiet conversations of the people around him.

"Man, I hear there's supposed to be a hot sex scene in this movie - like ten times better than the one in the last Dracula movie," someone behind him crowed to their friend.

 

Aya's first conscious thought was that every movie these days had sex or sexual innuendo in them. And then... Wait. Wait. Wait. This movie was depicting his - yes, his - Alucard's life some hundreds of years ago. Of course, at the time Aya hadn't been alive to be an eternal fuck-toy, but he certainly had read about a certain someone in Dracula's life that was quite open for the position - and for the most part willing.

 

The violet eyes narrowed in some deeply jealous rage that was beginning to boil. Who might have ever thought Aya would have ended up becoming the jealous type? But, he had indeed, and the first show of it had been when he found out he'd been celibate and faithful to Alucard in a month of absence and the Vampire could not say the same. The redhead was perturbed now, and sank down into his seat, loading the large screen splayed out before him with the lethal daggers that was his smoldering glare. There was nothing to go into a flying fit of anger about. Alucard and himself were, in all warped definitions of the word, boyfriends - a couple, and there was no way he could hold Alucard's past against him. He could cope.

 

Alucard had gotten the young man a bottle of water - he didn't know what any of the other drinks tasted like, but he certainly remembered water and would get Aya that. How pathetic he sounded, doing kind and considerate things. Surely there would be some abuse to follow later tonight, blood-drinking as well - hopefully Aya would not complain. If he should, it wouldn't be as if that would truly matter. The cashier flashed him a smile, a meek thank-you uttered. She was a cute woman, but only cute, she exhibited no amount of striking beauty. Alucard merely smirked at her, a seductive gleam in his eyes, which left her blushing. Surely, he would have been thought out of place or even creepy for boasting crimson eyes and fangs, but due to the fact it was a Dracula movie, more hardcore fans had taken time to... dress up.

Something he didn't bother doing, as, well, he kind of was the star. He made his way back into the theatre, small popcorn and bottle in hand. The darkness was easy on his eyes, and he scouted out the redhead easily. He maneuvered his way into the seat next to Aya and absent-mindedly handed him the popcorn and drink. An irritated murmur of "when does this thing start" would have escaped him, but he was interrupted by the fact the previews had begun. Green screen, nothing new, some boring movies - Christmas specials (probably unoriginal), a new, uninspired movie by Disney, and finally, something with a bit of carnage to offset the previous ones. The Vampire hadn't even seen very many movies in his life, yet all of these seemed so terribly painful to watch. Hopefully, this movie would prove different.

 

The redhead situated his drink to his right, before fiddling with the armrest that seperated the two. Maybe this was the kind of theatre that - ah! Victoriously, the armrest slid up, and Aya scooted up against Alucard, head tilting to rest on the man's shoulder. This was much more comfy as far as Aya was concerned. A soft smile found its way onto his features, and he popped a piece of butter-soaked popcorn into his mouth. He had significantly calmed from his previous jealous disposition, and could once again enjoy Alucard's presence. Still, he was a little troubled at how he would react when it came to scene those men behind him had been snickering about. Maybe he wouldn't be phased by it, as there was no possible way the actor portraying Dracula could at all resemble Alucard in all aspects. There was large doubt that he would see this Dracula character, and immediately be reminded of his lover. Honestly, Alucard was one of a kind in looks. How many people could pull off maniac and sexy beyond a sane point of reason at the same time?

Finally the movie had begun, and Aya tossed his thoughts aside as he turned the violet gaze to the screen. The dim lighting on either side of the theatre died down lower until they lights vanished completely, plunging the room into absolute blackness. And then, the speakers of the place rumbled with the sounds of hooves against a gravel road as the screen slowly lit to present a hooded man leaning over a horse as it galloped along the screen. A name materialized onto the screen, and then it and the horse rider faded into the inner room of a torch lit castle, another man now on the screen, hovering by a window with long, thick sable tresses drawn back into an elegant ponytail, bound by a deeply crimson ribbon - made of what Aya could only guess was satin, maybe silk. The figure turned from the window, whose velvet drapes were drawn to allow the room be flooded by beams of moonlight, and the redhead was granted his first image of Dracula. The features were well chiseled, the skin a beautiful palette of olive complimented by ivory. The man's frame was well-built, and the movements of the actor maintained a graceful sinfulness to it.

Aya glanced from the screen to Alucard, trying to compare them point for point. Then he took a moment to look back at the actor, brow arched. He had seen the man before, in something... Another name carved onto the screen, written in lovely calligraphy - and the name answered his assumption. Antonio Banderas. He had played in Interview With a Vampire (one of the movies Aya had watched in youth), and the redhead had to give the make-up artists props that they had done much better to make Banderas into a believable Vampire. In Interview With a Vampire, he had looked dreadfully paste-y, and his hair had turned out terrible. Then again, it was a rather old movie, so what could you expect? Aya shrugged inwardly, taking time again to compare his boyfriend to the actor. Though Antonio was nothing to sneeze at in the way of eye-candy, the leader of Weiss really preferred Alucard's looks. Alucard was larger, his features much more prominent, and his presence all the more mystifying - for Aya, anyway. Still. He kept his optics concentrated on the screen as the image drifted away again, replaced by yet another. This time a female in an uncomfortably tight fitting dress, sitting before a vanity as she prettied herself, which Aya inspected half-heartedly. It really was true that Aya was completely and totally gay. He could respect a girl for her beauty, but when it came right down to it pretty looks on women just didn't affect him at all. Now, Antonio Banderas could get his attention. ...Definitely. Attractive men almost always did.

 

The Vampire had assumed from the chestnut hair and the delicate features, the woman was none other than Mina Harker, or at that point, Mina Murray, most likely. The movie hadn't really begun - simply opening credits. Then, as soon as a few other images had been displayed, mostly consisting of shots of other men - probably Harker and Seward, a few less important men were displayed. Seward was guessed easily because he was shown interacting with a beast of a man - Renfield. Harker - well, the actor simply reeked of frightened, weak man. Alucard couldn't complain about the actor playing himself, though the Vampire didn't wear such attire back then, it had been the same vibrant red outfit he had been saddled with to this day, but he couldn't expect people to know such things.

He glanced down at Aya and saw the redhead's entrancement with the actor, and protectively, pulled the young man closer to his chest. Finally, after a rumble of dramatic thunder in the ominous sky, text in beautiful, crimson calligraphy was displayed: Dracula. The Vampire did miss the name, sometimes, as it was one he had used for nearly five hundred years, but such things could be forgotten. Abraham - VanHellsing (or Helsing, as it was then) - had changed the name to disperse suspicious, but honestly, god it was obvious. Not that many people learned his name to begin with. He snapped back to attention to find a young man, the one he had thought was Harker, displayed on the screen. It was indeed Jonathan, though the blonde hair wasn't close to Jonathan's dark, thick tresses - it didn't matter.

The actor continued writing, detailing that he had been Transylvania for however long it had been, he was due to meet the Count, and that he was quite anticipating the meeting. Sounded about right. The darkness in which Jonathan was writing was soon dispersed as curtains were thrown away by Dracula - as they had been in the opening credits, and moonlight poured over the floor. The castle wasn't nearly as majestic as Alucard's had been, but really, they were trying.

 

"Oh, Count Dracula!" Jonathan exclaimed, startled and rising from his seat. "I wasn't expecting you so late--"

"It is all right, Mr. Harker," the man smoothly countered, voice full of false politeness. "I just couldn't wait until morning to meet you. I am so excited to have a man from England here. Your country simply fascinates me!"

Alucard chuckled. He remembered that year as if it were yesterday. Of course, how could he forget the year he met Mina - and when he lost everything yet again.

"Please, Mr. Harker, come sit with me and chat in the moonlight..."
"Of course, Count."

 

And they did speak, of multiple things, of course of Jonathan's country, and eventually it cut to a scene of how Jonathan had grown tired of such a thing after many nights. How sometimes, he had seen the Count doing rather strange things - cut to a scene of the man crawling down the castle wall with his bare hands - and how the Count only seemed awake during the night. Jonathan detailed how frightened he had become, being in the castle. How he seemed trapped. How the darkness seemed to consume him alive. Alucard laughed again, under his breath. So true! Though, they didn't mention how sometimes the man would even break down and cry - simply pathetic! And to think Mina was in love with him...

Then, there was the scene of Dracula's three "wives," (which he hadn't considered them, as they weren't married) the Vampire women who surrounded Jonathan and taunted him. Alucard scoffed, of course - none of these women could compare with the beauty that his true... eh, sex-toys offered, but, what would one do.

"Get away from him!" Dracula hollered at the women, enraged. In his eyes one could tell there was a hellish fire - not literally of course, but the man was a good enough actor to portray it. They backed down, squealing and moaning, and began to drape themselves about Dracula. Alucard shuddered inwardly simply thinking about - how he enjoyed them... Too bad they were murdered, too.

 

The redhead hadn't minded the closer embrace, contently cuddled against Alucard as he continued to watch the movie. Admittedly, he did enjoy the sight of Banderas splayed upon the large screen, trying to portray that man that Aya knew more than a little intimitately. But, there was the Vampire sitting next to him, arm wrapped around his shoulders to bid him forget the handsome man in the movie. Which, Aya really had no qualms with. Honestly, who didn't like receiving affection from their boyfriend? He just happened to be receiving more because Alucard was most definitely the possessive type when it came to things.

Now, Aya had been enjoying the movie so far, as he had yet been given a reason to unleash the fury that was building steeper with every passing second. He was just anticipating the scene that would make him go off the edge, but as the women on screen clung to Dracula, he felt a jealous bubble burst somewhere within his being, and one could almost see tendrils of crimson curling into irritated frizzes. Maybe coming to see this movie hadn't been such a good idea. The violet eyes flickered to Alucard, inspecting his reactions suspiciously; and, feeling that Alucard was indeed remembering something of pleasurable interest, he set his popcorn aside, arms slipping around the man's waist as he pulled himself closer - if such a thing was actually possible.

Aya would have liked it if he had been able to keep from being the jealous type. He had managed throughout the entire beginning of their relationship, but that had been before he had taken a plane to England to find out what the deal was between them. And then he had moved to said place once he had been assured that Alucard was planning on keeping him for the long haul. They knew they cared for each other, and on more than one occasion they were referred to as boyfriends by those that saw them out in public - it had become an accepted fact of life. Such things had rubbed off on the assassin, and his jealousy had surfaced shortly after those occurances (at which time throwing an alarm clock at Alucard, and then being brutally punished for trying to maim him, had ensued - needless to say, Aya no longer tried to use projectile weapons when having an argument with the Vampire).

 

After the episode with the Vampiresses, Jonathan left the castle rather quickly, with a bit of assistance of course. Of course, Dracula wasn't far behind, following Jonathan to England. Of course, Jonathan didn't know this, and of course, spent his time with Mina, who was quite relieved to see him back. Alucard snorted outloud at the presentation of Mina - so that was indeed her shown. Surely, she had Mina's delicate features, but absolutely none of the innocence and need to please that Alucard had first seen in the young woman's eyes. Plus, the Wilhelmina Harker he had loved had a radiant beauty, something that reached out to all men - you couldn't help but adore her. Most likely it was the reason she was able to weasel herself out of being caught with the Vampire. This woman had thin lips, empty eyes, cheekbones that were much too high, and was simply too thin.

Seeing a woman with no meat on her made Alucard nearly sick to his stomach. There was a line be overweight and healthy of course, but this woman was incredibly below either thing. Alucard watched in a bit of disgust as she and Jonathan kissed softly, happily, as he held her in his arms. It was around this time, when he had first spotted Mina, that Alucard had inched his way closer to Mina. And though the letters collected by Stoker never tipped off such a thing, the movie picked up on it - it was more accurate than it knew. Whilst the way Dracula went about it was slightly different (as if Alucard honestly just popped into her room like that!), it was still the same idea. When Lucy was being drained (Lucy, conspicuously absent in this movie), Alucard had been greeting Madam Mina by nightfall, in her dreams, romancing her by mind.

It was a brilliant idea, really, and of course, Mina would have never written of such things in her journal - she had to appear proper and innocent. She wasn't. Once Alucard had promised her they should meet, they did, and from then on, it was wild love-making. That, though, was what the director and screenwriter hadn't picked up on. No, Mina merely was awaken from her sleep feeling fatigued, the marks on her neck - things to be investigated by Harker, who had called on Seward to help decipher the problem. Seward brought in the plot with Renfield (a rather odd investment, in the end), and after the two being unable to decide the issue, the man known none other as Doctor Abraham Van Helsing entered.

He was portrayed rather oddly - not the middle-aged, wise doctor that Alucard had met, but instead, a man most likely in his twenties or thirties, quite attractive, with a light German accent, whilst Van Helsing's had been thick.

"Madam Mina, do things come to you at night?" the young man asked. M

ina's eyes averted Van Helsing's gaze and her own eyes swelled with emotion in the cute way they did have the tendency of doing (at least the actress, paling in comparison as she was, had caught some of Mina's character), and she choked, "No, nothing does... Oh, Doctor, you have been so good to me! But it saddens me to know you cannot figure out what is wrong with me, I am sorry to be acting as I am."

Jonathan took her in his arms and embraced her, whilst she held on half-heartedly to his waist. God, that woman. Alucard's grip on Aya tightened as he recalled her treachery - the young man wouldn't be allowed the chance to do the same.

 

Aya shifted a little uncomfortably in the tightened grip, one hand moving to rest gently - and hopefully soothingly - on Alucard's arm. It's not that the Vampire hadn't applied such strength in the past, but it was something one had to be expecting to be comfortable with it. And Aya had certainly not been prepared for it. Tilting his head slightly, he touched a feather-light kiss to the bare skin of Alucard's neck, before turning his gaze back film. Currently, he was nestled as closely as he thought he could possibly be to the man, though Alucard seemed to believe that there was still distance to be closed.

The only troubling aspect of this was that the Vampire was only being this agressively clingy because of the events in this movie. Which consequently ticked Aya off to no end. A crimson brow twitched upward, but he remained silent on the subject, reaching over to apprehend his popcorn and feed it into his own mouth. Really, though. How could he get upset about it? ...Okay, so there were plenty of reasons, like the fact that Alucard was still hung up on Mina, and the movie was in a way bringing that to light. Not to say that Aya was worried that the man didn't care for him, as it was obviously the opposite - why else would Alucard be acting so possessive towards him if he wasn't somehow feeling insecure that the redhead would up and decide to leave one day if the whim caught him.

Like hell he'd do something so stupid as to walk out on Alucard. Aya-Chan had certainly been right to say that Aya's happiness focused on the man seated beside him. And she had been correct to tell her brother not to let him go. So far, Aya hadn't let go of the dark-haired man, and he honestly had no plans to. As previously stated, he had seen the kind of monster Alucard could become, and he was no driven away. When Kritiker had eavesdropped on their love-making, sure Aya had been angry, but it had been directed entirely towards the culprits of the crime, not Alucard. As it should have been. Still, though, the redhead was often convinced that the Vampire was insecure where their relationship stood. Not completely and totally paranoid, but atleast a little wary and edgy.

 

After all, it had been for such reasons that Alucard had forced him to drink blood that first time outside of his old house (ignoring the fact the he now drank it willingly). Well, other reasons might have played in as well, but he had sneaking suspicions that the harmless escapades of himself and Sakura had been a leading factor in insecurity. Disregarding the fact that Aya was wholly homosexual, and dipping into the heterosexual pool had been unfulfilling - and had earned him a great deal of pain.

 

Alucard continued watching with interest, paying no mind to Aya's gentle attempts at console - no, he was growing more and more impatient with the portrayal of Mina and Jonathan Harker, of everyone in this blasted movie. So inaccurate, specifically Mina. But he had known her most intimately, of course, so perhaps there was a bit of bias. He watched as they searched for the reason of Mina's troubles, slowly piecing together the facts, and as the timeline progressed, there was more and more seen of Dracula's and Mina's relationship. First, there was merely an intense blood drinking, where the woman had moaned and gripped and pressed herself against Dracula's body, where he had moved with her, swallowing her very essence, draining her into his mouth in the epitome of sexuality. Alucard, admittedly, in a state of thick nostalgia, was aroused by such sights, quite mildly, as they were so far back, but recalling them did stir him a small amount.

There would be intense kissing scenes, where Dracula would lock the woman by her wrists against the floor and move against her, and she would push back with equal vigour. This was what Alucard had experienced with Mina - this was accurate. Her love-making was simply uninhibited, always divine and interesting. However, not once did these scenes flash skin, no, merely hot breath and gentle moans. The story line progressed, until, finally, with the help of Seward's information on Renfield, VanHelsing drew a conclusion of the Vampire - and knew exactly how to destroy him. Of course, such things were not immediately carried out. Renfield lashed out, and the men were distracted, as they had been all night by plotting. Meanwhile, something significantly different took place. And it was at this point Alucard was tickled by the irony of the what the screenwriter thought was twisting the script was actually making the story entirely accurate.

Whilst the men whittled away, Dracula and Mina had engaged in a rather passionate embrace, their thighs hugging and bucking as the man drew the young woman into a heated kiss. Their lips were wet, blood trickled from Mina's neck, and even so, they began to strip, ever so slowly Dracula removed every article of the young woman's clothing, exposing her bony, slender frame. Alucard recalled the night in his own mind - the moonlight had been bright, she had been breathing so - "Ohh, Vlad..." - oh God, just like that. The Vampire felt his skin burn, and he shifted ever-so-slightly in his seat. As Dracula and Mina took over the bed, the young woman made it her duty to shuck the remaining garments - namely, the ones covering the man's lower body, and place herself on top of him.

His hair was unleashed across the pillow, olive skin covered in sweat, and she herself was frazzled, but it was all incredibly sexy in a way as slowly, ever so slowly, his long member was encased by her warmth, and the vigorous thrusting began. Alucard chuckled, a little - yes, he had been rather submissive and closed off that night, and sometimes he let himself forget it. His eyes widened as he watched with increased interest, waiting for them to finally orgasm, for the pinnacle of pleasure to be reached - God, he could remember it so clearly now, and it was arousing him - quite obviously, too.

Harder, they breathed, harder and faster, the thrusts following suite, until she cried out, and her body shook intensely, and she collapsed upon him, and Dracula embraced her. Something akin to "I love you" was whispered, and Alucard's mind reeled. He had not came that night, that was right... and he knew what was to come next. Blood. His grip on Aya, which was already unnervingly tight, now became some relative to a death-lock, and due to his inhuman strength - possibly dangerous. He wanted to fuck, and somewhere in him, he wished that it would be Mina. Not the woman on the screen, but Wilhelmina fucking Harker.

 

The jealously pooling at the pit of the redhead's stomach had started churning to life, slowly at first before it had erupted into a full-on rage towards the screen displaying the intimate scene. Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if it hadn't been blown up so large that it was rather hard not to look. And being subjected to it in such a large dose was close to forcing Aya into a conniption. Or... Perhaps that was the understatement of the century. The popcorn cup that had been in Aya's grip was now crippled beyond repair, the cardboard crushed in his fist as the remaining contents exploded out of the bottom and onto the floor. The grasp with which he manhandled the container might very well have match the death-lock Alucard currently had the assassin in.

This was too much. Just too much for Aya to take in stride. In a spur of anger, he hurled the crumpled popcorn cup at the screen in his line of sight.

"Oh, come on!" he snarled, unable to contain the fit that had clawed its way to the top of his list of priorities - even past his cool, quiet disposition. "He's gay!"

Almost immediately the swordsman felt eyes turned to him, and if it hadn't been for the sounds of the movie, the theatre might have been deathly silent. His brows twitched faintly, the skin just over his right cheekbone jumping in utter irritation as he sank down further into his chair and into Alucard.

Hold the phone. The violet gaze turned to Alucard, narrowed still in that jealous fashion, but now searching. And just has he had suspected. The man holding him was aroused, and Aya sure as hell hadn't been the one to cause it.

"You're getting off on this," he muttered, clearly stating the obvious (though his voice was now low as to not bring any further attention to himself). "I swear to God, I'm vowing celibacy for the next month."

Pause.

"And, it's your fault," he added, arms wrenching away from the Vampire to fold over his chest as he snapped his eyes shut, refusing to continue watching this. He had come to terms with the fact that Alucard had been straight, that he hadn't always been gay. But he did have every right to be angry. Not over the sexuality bit, but by the fact a horny man was clutching onto him, and he had not been the one to instigate such arousal. It made him absolutely furious. What he wouldn't like more than to leave the theatre and stalk home, hopefully to find Aya-Chan there cooking dinner and ready to cheer him up after such a stressful episode.

 

Alucard, torn momentarily from his illusion, looked at Aya with utter wrath - wrath that the actor had once tried to portray, and had done well. However, the fires within that man's eyes were a simple flickering candle compared to the entire conflagration that burned within the Vampire's crimson orbs.

"Shut your mouth, punk, or I'll shut it for you."

A respective pause.

"Oh, I'm not gay, and you know that - and don't even think of blaming me. This all your own insecurity, I did nothing to cause it. If you're jealous, you better figure out why for yourself instead of reacting like such a child in a fucking theatre," he hissed, gripping Aya's wrist tightly.

Slowly, he turned back to the screen, hoping he hadn't missed anything. No, it was all playing out perfectly. They were there, re-clothed, the young woman's hands held tightly in Dracula's, her dark eyes looking into his with some wanton need.

There wasn't the brilliance of the ivory moon, nothing that highlighted her delicate features, of course, though not everything could replay that night exactly.

"Dracula... what can I do for you, to please you?"

Chills raced up his spine. Imperfect, but...

"Mina..." the man whispered, into her ear and slowly, opened his upper garments to expose shining olive skin. With long, sharp nails, he drew open the vein in his own chest, straight down the middle, the crimson spilling out ever-so-slowly, sliding down his chest.

"Drink my blood."

The Vampire felt an anxiety rising within his chest, building and swelling, and something else was swelling too, though that was slightly more unmentionable. The woman, so delicate, gently pressed her soft lips against man's chest and slowly began to lap up his blood.

The man's head fell back and he moaned, eyes falling shut. Alucard bit his lip. The woman ran her tongue up and down the wound, whimpering gently in pleasure - God! He knew it was coming. Pain. Pain. Pain. It was coming. When would it happen? You fools, find somewhere more secretive - you can live for eternity then...! No use, his hopes were dashed when the men burst through the door, and the incriminating position was taken. Mina, trying to wrench away, hands gripped tightly by the older man, but he was holding her there... wanting so much more pleasure.

"Mina!" Jonathan cried, and she gazed upon Dracula with scorn before he fled as Van Helsing held up the Host.

Such hatred in that gaze... such a complete change of emotions, and the lies she had written in her damned journal. Jonathan would never know of her betrayal - she would never receive her pain, the pain she so deserved. Alucard's anxiety burst, and he gripped Aya's wrist so tightly that he was likely to break a bone at any point. Dammit! Dammit! God, he should not have been subject to that and he deserved never to relive it, especially when he had Aya... His eyes blazed with fire, his jaw was firm, and his brow had furrowed viciously. Dammit.

 

Aya hardly flinched at the unbearable pressure applied to his wrist. If it broke, it would heal. Tomorrow would be better, and with a new day his anger at this entire movie would have subsided. He would remember again that it was Alucard's past, and something he would have to come to terms with. But then why did he feel a sting at the corners of his eyes? Aya couldn't make anything of it, he didn't have the swell to push him over the edge, he wasn't going to burst into tears. It couldn't be attributed to the pain, as he had felt much worse in the past. Was it because of Mina...? Maybe he was insecure. Maybe he was afraid that Alucard would eventually grow bored of him and send him away. It hadn't been the first time the thought had crossed his mind, and the only way to possibly remedy his anxiety would be to have Alucard disperse it. Fat chance there after his blow up in the theatre, not that anyone had really raised a verbal complaint against him aside from his own boyfriend. Not to mention, he'd already vowed celibacy for the next month, and the Vampire would certainly lord it over him if he was the one to break the oath by instigating something.

With that in mind, he remained in utter silence, withdrawn from the goings on around him, attempting to prevent the sounds of the movie from phasing him. Unfortunately, the words "drink my blood" had crashed down heavily on his ears, and an inaudible sigh escaped from between his lips. That had been said to him, only the difference was he had been entirely unwilling towards the entire act - at the time anyway. Now drinking Alucard's blood was almost a common occurence, which he enjoyed. Of course, there were reasons why blood no longer affected him, and why he liked it, most of which stemmed back to his brief time as a synthetic vampire. Whatever. Aya grabbed his water from the armrest, twisting the cap off to take a long drink of it, hoping to wash away the bitter taste his mouth had acquired. The sooner this was over, the sooner he could go home. This day could be put behind him, and he wouldn't need to reprimand himself for stupid actions. Then again, no one had to tell him twice when he acted like a fool. He learned the first time around.

 

The movie continued as it should have, what with Van Helsing's plan to dispose of Dracula. Now that Mina had been enslaved to him, they were sure now that he must be destroyed.

"He is weak," the young man uttered quietly. "He only has one earth box available for transport - the others are destroyed. We have slain his wives. It is up to us to run a steak through his wrathful heart, once and for all."

The first attempt on Dracula's death was played out rather well - the house, old a dusty, was the Count's lair for a time, and he had quickly left when frightened by the host. However, the men had caught him at just the right time. Whilst all of them were lurking through the house - Seward, Van Helsing, and Jonathan (the other man conspicuously absent as well), all eyed the area with heightened awareness.

Suddenly, from the shadows, came a screeching Dracula, obviously aching to fight but one could tell from the pain under his eyes that he was either fearful or simply enraged. Jonathan and Seward made a move for him simultaneously whilst Seward stood back, but it was all in vain as Van Helsing ripped from beneath his long coat a stake, which frightened Dracula, causing him to flee. Alucard sighed inwardly. He had not been as strong as he was then. Shame. The men pulled back, ashamed, but it didn't take them long to plan their next attack, as Mina was able to tell, when in a trance, where the Count was. Through the hypnosis, they could track him, and it wasn't long before they had caught up with him.

An elaborate dedication to Dracula, built and carved in stone, far from London - in the center, an elaborately decorated and designed box. It was the coffin - Alucard's coffin - not even close in resemblance, but he had the original so what could they do. They moved forward, only to be ambushed from behind by gypsies. Valiantly, the men fought, tearing through the gypsies with all they could (evidently these things were servants of Dracula), and soon, Jonathan had made towards the coffin along with Van Helsing, both who ripped open the lid with their knives. Inside, Dracula lie, his eyes whipping open wide and a grin creasing his lips when he saw the sinking sun - but such a grin faded when Jonathan tore into the man's throat with his knife, and Van Helsing ripped into the breast.

In a desperate cry of pain, Dracula screamed, until his body collapsed into dust, and, miraculously, floated away, leaving Mina (who had made her way towards Jonathan now) to hold Jonathan from behind. He turned, and held her, and kissed her. With that the movie ended. The Vampire merely sat, enraged but absolutely burning for sex. Alucard, now absolutely in a state where he could not be pulled away from, jerked Aya close, and began to kiss him hotly on the lips - he was incredibly rough with his actions, kissing bruising, but it was of no concern to him. If anyone could take the pain of his fury (possibly enjoy it some), it was Aya, and he'd be damned if they weren't going to fuck.

 

The violet eyes flew open wide, hands clutching at Alucard's shoulders. This was certainly unexpected, as Aya had been determined not to let something such as this occur for his current upset disposition towards the man. But what could he possibly do? When Alucard was determined, he got what he want and to hell with the redhead's two cents. He considered struggling, but there was a part of him that desperately wanted to be the one that Alucard turned to for... What? Reassurance? Confidence? Aya couldn't trouble himself to think about it, his grip on the broad shoulders growing gentle as he slipped his arms around the Vampire's neck. The amethyst gems fell shut, and he allowed himself to release the anger he was feeling, turning his concentration to the man he was currently in lip-lock with.

Aya broke from the kiss, taking a breath of air to comply with the lack thereof from the surprise kiss Alucard had sprung on him. Breath now accounted for, he leaned back into the Vampire, lips descending back onto his. Smoothly he slid from the seat he had been in and onto Alucard's lap, legs spread open to either side of the man's. He hated how eagerly his body liked to respond to Alucard, but it was always more than a physical attraction. It might have been such a thing when they had first met, but there was definitely now an emotional bond that could not be ignored. That the young man didn't wish to ignore under any circumstances. There was something about them that just clicked, that fit together from the beginning. And that something was what had Aya willingly pressing himself to his lover now, tongue meshing and tangling with Alucard's. He could quip about details later, but right now he would devote himself to the man - body and soul, as he always did.

 

Purring, the Vampire kissed the young man for just a little longer, then pulled away and hungrily began sucking at the young man's exposed neck, grunting softly. Already his hands had made their way up Aya's shirt, snaking about, fingers pouring over ivory skin, savouring every inch. Momentarily, his thoughts drifted to that final night once more - and rage careened through him. Alucard felt his emotions flowing from his fingertips, being released in his grip - which was now incredibly rough, most likely bruising.

"Too bad we can't get the public seats bloody," he hissed into the young man's ear.

How badly he wanted to taste Aya's blood, feel it flow down his throat - watching the actor do it, even if it was simply acting, made him incredibly thirst. Though he supposed he could do it when they got home, it wouldn't be as wonderful if they could do it now.

Ah well. He truly wouldn't have minded if there wasn't the small problem of the police discovering the mess. Of course, he could always simply be... neat... and careful. Yes. That'd have to do. So, though it may have confused the young man in his arms, the Vampire proceeded to savagely sink his fangs into the soft, tender neck anyway. What he tasted was divine - as always. Of course, he could never get his fill of the young man's blood. Due to rather special qualities, it was the nectar of the gods - or demons, whichever one chose. Efficiently and hungrily, he sucked down the blood, his lips working and tongue digging, hips pulsing grinding against Aya's.

His hands slowly began to unbutton the shirt that was a bit of an encumbrance - perhaps they wouldn't shuck it entirely, after all, they were in public. All others had left, but who knew when the next show would be? Then again, if they were caught... he had a few tricks for that. Bah, why was he even thinking about it - his cock was throbbing and aching, he wanted to fuck. Anyone who said differently was going to taste the wrath he was currently taking out on Aya's chest. Nails could do a bit of damage.

 

Aya's head rolled to the side, his eyes closed as his lips moved to speak. "Like you care about... making a mess."

The redhead couldn't be sure when feeding had become so pleasurable that his ability to talk was somewhat marred, but then it really didn't matter. He rather liked feeding, whether he was on the donor end, or the one accepting Alucard's blood into himself. And he might turn out on the accepting end before they exitted the theatre, as Alucard had placed his mouth to a visible length of Aya's neck that his shirt did not cover.

The skin beneath Alucard's hand pulsed, flesh marred by the nails and burning with a dull sting. A soft moan slipped from his lips. Why the hell was pain a turn on? Of course, with his hips rolling into Alucard's and his groin rubbing against the man's, he should be surprised if he wasn't growing a little frustrated when his already tight pants grew tighter. Oh, but the pain was definitely a factor in this, that much was for sure. Aya might wonder if he was a masochist or a sadist, if he didn't already known both to be true of himself - why else would he stay with Alucard?

Skilled fingers shed the buttons of Alucard's shirt, pushing the fabric aside as the ivory digits began to quest over flesh long memorized. Every muscle and every pleasure point he knew by heart. The pale countenance disappeared into the Vampire's soft sable tresses, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his lover that he adored so much. Aya wasn't the type that was brimming with love, not like his sister. It took a lot to get him to the point where he could care for someone, and the way he cared for Alucard was certainly out of his norm. Should he be asked if he loved Alucard, there was now a moment's pause before he said no - if he said no at all, sometimes he just didn't answer.

The slender hands slid over the olive skin, praising the canvas as they made a downward track. He moved his own body slightly the back on the man's legs to allow his fingers easier access to Alucard's constricting pants, tugging down the zipper slowly. How nice of Aya to be considerate of Alucard's current state of desire. He lifted his head from the ebony hair, arching his neck in such a way that forced more blood into the punctured vein. Sometimes the assassin really hated how easy he had become when it pretained to Alucard's advances. It was all for the simple fact that even though he was pissed as hell at his lover, he still sought to give him more of himself - always more - and he had already begun to acquire a raging erection.

 

The Vampire, of course, being in the raging and rather aroused state of mind, wasted no time in assisting Aya, breaking the embrace his mouth was currently engaging in with the young man's neck. Bloodied lips curled, and in his quickness, the Vampire's lower garments were shucked. Hastily, he forced the redhead's hand to wrap around it, and he grinned lightly. Quickly, his mouth resumed its rightful place upon the redhead's neck after, of course, lapping up all the blood that was spilled upon the young man's chest. The pink tongue swirled around the wounds, darting in and out, whilst his hard, thick member throbbed in the young man's grasp. A chill ran up his spine as the culmination of copper and pleasure shook his bones - God, this felt great. What a wonderful way to relieve stress.

He was feeling the rage dissipating already. As he continued to lap up blood, he noticed that he was becoming a bit sloppy, and some had spilled, sliding from his mouth down his chin. Swiftly, he cleaned it up, and decided - hey, perhaps it's Aya's turn. So, at this revelation, crimson optics eyed Aya - swarming with lust - and the Vampire took the young man's other hand, placing his light olive digits in the grasp of the smooth porcelain, and smiled nearly lecherously. Though, he did have one more request to make.

"Firstly," he began, "take off your fucking pants." His anger was rather evident. "Secondly, I want you to drink my blood... but you can make the holes yourself, my dear. Where ever you desire - it's your decision."

A dark, deep chuckle rose from his chest.

 

Aya cocked his head to the side, violet eyes half narrowed.

"Honestly, Alucard. If you weren't so demanding, I might not be such a pain in the ass," he informed, a slightly impish smile on his face as he ran a slender finger up the Vampire's erection teasingly.

He pulled his hands away, fingers working at the button and zipper of his own pants, he did so slowly for the mere reason of irking Alucard further. He pressed a gentle kiss to the man's lips, his hands now sliding the pants down until they were off, at which point he dropped them into the chair next to them.

The redhead pulled away from the kiss, eyes combing over Alucard's upper body. Where to feed from? The given spot was the older man's neck, which would be the easiest place to puncture with his teeth, which were not nearly as sharp as a Vampire's. Aya didn't want this to be easy, however. No, he would pick a place that would be much harder to pierce, one that would mean far more to Alucard. He placed another kiss to the olive lips, before trailing molten kisses down the Vampire's neck, suckling and nibbling with utmost dedication. The lips and tongue continued onwards down the man's chest. Finally he stopped, turning a violet gaze up to Alucard to regard him silently, before he pressed his mouth to the flesh, catching it roughly between his teeth. Alabaster hands gripped Alucard's shoulders gently as he savagely bit down upon the olive skin until it tore open to bid the crimson flow into his mouth. It had been much easier to bite when he had been a FREAK, as he hadn't needed to rip skin in such a way to get it to break.

The pink tongue dipped down into the open wound, tasting the familiar substance. He diligently licked about the wound, cleaning away the blood that sought to slide down Alucard's chest. Out of habit he drew himself closer to his lover, the gem purple gaze never wavering from the garnet one. This was his way of submitting himself to Alucard, while proving that he had all of the capabilities of caring - loving - Alucard that Mina had contained, if not more. And no one would interupt them. He lifted his face from the wound, one hand moving to cover it as he lifted himself up slightly, positioning himself just over Alucard's cock. Moving his face close, he smiled ever so slightly, bringing his lips closer until they barely brushed against the Vampire's.

"Fuck me... My dear," he whispered, voice dripping with lust and want, as slowly he allowed himself to settled down onto Alucard's member.

 

Pleasure crashed down onto the Vampire's body, encompassing him and tossing him about like a ragdoll. The blood, and Aya's rather recent submission made him more than a trifle delighted - not to mention the pain. He wasn't exactly a masochist, but this kind of pain - one that was sexual, included blood... he enjoyed it. And it simply wasn't an idle enjoyment, either. It was one that his entire body reacted to, one that make him shake and shudder and nearly whimper. Now - with his throbbing cock inside the young man's tight, hot body... it was mere seconds before the Vampire's fingers were digging into the redhead's hips, forcing him up and down.

Alucard's head gradually fell back - and he wasted no time with slow, gentle thrusting. Fury and arousal had the better of him, and as his hips jerked, light grunts came from him. Already the crimson eyes and had closed, and through his mind ran thoughts of Aya. That redhead knew how to fuck, that was certainly for sure, and whilst this masterful love-making occurred, a few thoughts of ripping Mina limb from limb managed to sneak through. It wasn't as if he really wanted to kill her - or did he? Most likely his love for her had long dissipated. There was no reason to feel such pain anymore. He had Aya - beautiful, sharp, magnificent. With this revelation, his rage began to die, but it was also the fact that he was taking it out on the redhead with his powerful thrusts.

 

Scarlet locks shifted with Aya's movements as he hailed the Vampire with kisses, starting with the man's mouth and carrying them down his jaw and throat. They were not light, praising kisses. No, they were rough and contained a great deal of biting as Aya paved a path down Alucard's neck, reaping all of the advantages of the areas most pleasurable to his lover. One might say that Aya felt it was his duty to please Alucard, but such was not the case at all - the redhead truly wanted to please the man in every sense of the word, possibly more so today just to prove that he was the one that the Vampire had picked to stay with for the rest of eternity. Mina had turned on him. Aya hadn't - aside from that one little time where he nearly killed Alucard by blowing a blessed and silver bullet through his cranium, but that had technically been an act... Technically.

Ivory fingers slid through the crimson upon Alucard's chest, and Aya leaned down, pressing his lips back to the wound. After all, he had to make sure he kept this as clean as possible - however clean a Vampire-human relationship could be. Another moan fell from his lips, and with his free hand he gripped Alucard's shoulder, gritting his teeth at the fingers clenched tightly on his hips. He moved his head, resting it in the nook of the man's neck as he pressed his hand back to the olive chest. Their joining was still a symphony of rare grunts and moans, those primal noises that made their relationship raw and not masked in fake majesty. And it was a rare time indeed when Aya actually uttered a statement during the act.

"Alucard..." the name slipped between his lips sinfully sweet and needing, wanting. This was one of those rare times.

 

The Vampire's name, coming from Aya's lips, was utterly arousing. Thrills raced up his spine, and the thrusts only came harder and more violently than before. This of course, was also attributed to the fact that Aya had rather enjoyed tasting Alucard's blood. Being a Vampire, his blood was rather delicious - not as incredible as Aya's, of course, but still rather delectable. It was odd, Aya was one of the few who could enjoy blood during sex. Besides the several immortals he had fucked in his unlife, Alucard only had the pleasure of knowing a few who took pleasure in blood as much as he. One of them had been Elizabeth Bathory - insane as that woman was, she knew how to have a good time, especially concerning blood. She might have been crazier than the Vampire himself, but if she was, it could only be slightly. Alucard recalled how several times, they had enjoyed orgies, then killed the young women, and had sex in their blood.

Not as incredible as the "Cathedral Experience" with Aya, but rather notable. The Vampire couldn't help himself if he noticed a woman who could take pleasure in blood as much as he did. Elizabeth, oddly enough, had not been of the immortal breed, though was certainly taken to be one rather often. But, if you had done what that woman had done - you might be mistaken as well. If only they weren't in this godforsaken theatre! There would be so much more blood. The Vampire, whilst inhaling Aya's scent, was reminded of the proximity of the young man's neck in relation to his mouth. Aha. Here we go. Pulling his head up, Alucard wasted no time in once more sinking his fangs into the wounds he had made, sucking madly and harshly, nibbling and nearly tearing skin with his vicious movements. This, along with the rough cadence and tumult of their sex, allowed the ferocity within him to slowly flow out - though another outlet was the broken, muffled moans he allowed to escape.

 

Aya groaned as Alucard's fangs found their way back into his flesh. Using the same wound always hurt more than just having a new bite made, but as they were trying to keep the clean, he couldn't very well just make another wound. The redhead shuddered, arching his neck back as another moan rolled between his lips. His member throbbed, aching through the pleasure that raked at Aya's body as their rhythm increased to higher throes of passion. This certainly was not their best love-making, the assassin had to admit, because they were trying to maintain some neatness about it. He was slightly relieved, however, that the new sheets he'd bought for his bed would not yet be ruined by blood stains. He had been forced to buy so many sheets since moving to England, it was wholly insane.

 

He gripped Alucard's hair in one hand, fingers curled about the sable tresses, while his other fisted over the wound upon the Vampire's chest. God, even if this wasn't their best, he couldn't shake it as being a memorable experience. But then again, sex with Alucard always managed to rank at the top of his list of sexual experiences. Ranging from their Cathedral Experience to romping in the bathtub and in his Porsche. All sex before meeting Alucard had gotten shoved down several pegs to make room for his fucking with the older man. They just fit so perfectly together. Whoever said that men were not meant to be together had never met the two. When they came together, fireworks were a given. Just walking into a room, one could feel the chemistry between them even with their distance. One glance was all they needed to convey their attraction, and it often seemed to just resonate from them when Alucard and Aya were in close proximity.

 

Of course, only a few moments had passed before the Vampire himself released, burst, spilling his essence deep into the redhead. Pleasure raked over his body, mind blank for the split seconds that bliss encompassed him. It took a few short moments for Alucard to recuperate, until, finally, he could feel the senses coming back in his fingertips-and began to push the young man off him. As he did this, he pulled away from Aya's neck, crimson irises seeking out violet mirrors, and a dark grin coming to his face.

"Thought you were celibate," Alucard purred, and with his hands, began to clean up the extra fluids that had been expended.

Blood, cum, whatever. It was his pleasure, really-he couldn't utter a complaint, as it was rather tasty. It was ritual to do this, anyway, and it was one of the duties of the dominant one, in a way. After all, wasn't he to take care of Aya? Yeah, right, as if that were to happen... well, there was some type of love between them. In a sick way, he took care of the redhead. He certainly made sure that no man would ever lay a finger on him. The Vampire had to wonder, of course, after such fucking what had the redhead worried. Wasn't it clear that Alucard wanted Aya, no one else?

"Honestly, you're cute and all, but you're jealous over nothing," he chuckled. "Such things should be proven to you after I've just finished fucking you."

 

The redhead turned his gaze to Alucard.

"I said celibate for the next month - that doesn't start for a week. And I have every right to be jealous," he stated, rationalizing the situation as he got dressed and waited for his lover to do the same. "It would be as if..."

Aya paused a moment, considering it as he glanced around the movie theatre as they walked into the crowded space where concessions were found. An idea occured to him brilliantly as his gaze rested on a young man several feet from him and near a wall. Perfect.

He flashed a glance at Alucard, a slight smile on his face as he stepped away from his lover. Advancing on the young man he had noticed, Aya presented him with a charming smile, hands snaking out to rest on the male's hips. His chosen prey couldn't have been older than seventeen, but the assassin could already see the signs.

"You're thinking of swinging gay, aren't you?" Aya purred, amethyst eyes gleaming.

The boy flushed a pretty shade of pink, glancing down at Aya's hands that gripped him ever-so-tightly, but with such sweet gentleness.

"How did you... Know?" the boy asked, clearly flustered by Aya's advance.

Violet eyes slide from the teen to Alucard, before he replied, drawing his face close to the tender neck: "Call it a homosexual's intuition," he murmured, warm breath pouring onto the soft flesh.

Innocent skin that had yet to feel the pain of sodomy. He almost wanted to snicker - at the age of seventeen he had already mastered the art of the bedroom (having started at the innocent age of sixteen).

The boy blushed furiously, melting into Aya's hands quite willingly. It seemed the assassin had that affect. Slowly he pulled the young man close, turning him so that his own body rested against the wall - the boy's backside was pressed to his front comfortably. One ivory hand slid beneath the shirt and brushed feathered touches over the abdomen, until the skin beneath his fingertips quivered. There was no doubt that Aya had once been a seme, with the power to bring a boy to his knees, and that he exuded sexual allure.

Aya rested his chin on the fragile shoulder, violet gems turning to concentrate on Alucard.

"You see, Alucard," the redhead began, tugging the boy closer, "I'm dating you, but I'm clearly hanging on this attractive young man without a thought to prior commitment. Just like you with your lustful memories of Mina - you're commited to me, but hung up on her. See the similarity?"

Aya's hand fell away from the teenager's chest, now catching his chin between slender digits. He tilted the young face to his, lips dangerously close. All the while he gazed at Alucard, a wicked smile upon his usually calm countenance.

"Are you jealous... Alucard?" he purred, his arm tightening about the kid's waist, the small body shuddering at this thrilling experience - here the young man was caught up in some lover's quarrel, and he couldn't help but enjoy it (Aya was just so good at seducing, after all).

Aya looked ready to enter liplock with the one he was holding, but he pulled back slightly.

"You'll thank me someday, kid," Aya commented, and suddenly the alabaster hands were gone as he slipped out from behind the teen.

"I just saved you years of trying to sort out your sexuality." The redhead smirked, hands lighting upon the shoulders as he directed the boy towards the bathroom. "Go get your hormones under control."

The boy was honestly stunned out of speech as he numbly head for the bathroom. Aya's brow twitched only lightly, hardly noticeable. He really shouldn't do that when already aroused still from the short bit of sex in the theatre. No matter, he had his body under control. He just wanted sex... Badly.

 

Alucard, to put it only gently, was enraged. Again. In fact, could almost feel his blood beginning to literally boil. That little fucker was lucky he had run into the bathrooms, and Aya was lucky that they were in public. Oh, the things could do to the young man if they weren't surrounded by morons. However calmly was possible for him, he cleared the distance between himself in the redhead within two strides-or maybe one-it was difficult to tell. The people of the theatre would think nothing of two people like this, as long as they couldn't tell what was happening. Rather discreetly, his hand managed to grip the punk's neck, and he made it so his hand was a cuff, keeping the ivory figure to the wall. His mouth laid close to Aya's ear, and his knee worked its way between the young man's thighs, pressing up against the young man's crotch.

Harsh and furious, the Vampire hissed into the young man's ear, "You're rather fortunate, punk, that we're in public at the moment-you have no idea the things I'd enjoy doing to you now, but I can't be arrested for assault or battery. However, I'd prefer if we'd not discuss my previous relationships, as that movie was rather accurate, but also wholly inaccurate. You have not a clue the pain caused to me. Actually, it'd be much like the pain I'd bring to you-only it'd be physical." T

he Vampire adjusted the position slightly, making sure, as he did so, Aya was slammed against the wall. "Mina is dead. She will always be dead. That disgusting creature you laid your hands on, however, was living. He'd be dead if you hadn't ushered him off so kindly to the bathrooms. There is a clear difference, so, no, I can't say I see the similarities. Either way, my darling little Aya, being that you so terribly failed at making a proper connection between the unresolved issues of my past and your own insecurities, I'd prefer that you never again lay your hands on someone else, lest I fear that the next few years will be rather... tiring."

A swift fist landed a hard, solid punch into Aya's gut. "For the record, I'll have you know the movie allowed me to come to terms with such things, and you will be the only one giving me an erection for the rest of the eternity we have. That is, if you can keep your fucking hands to solely yourself and myself." He pushed Aya away from the wall, with such force it caused the young man to crumple on the floor. The Vampire helped out his hand.

"Let's go home, hmm?"

 

Aya grunted as he knelt on the floor, one hand moving to his stomach to grasp the pained area.

"I made you jealous. That's really the only point I needed to make," the redhead murmured, his hand reaching to Alucard's to stand.

Certainly, he had felt worse pain than this, and that he would feel that worse pain the moment they were out of public view. So, Alucard had come to terms with his past relationship with Mina. That was enough to ease Aya, at least. He squeezed the Vampire's hand, eying the man a bit warily before he allowed a very small smile to touch his lips.

"Rest assured, I can keep my hands solely on you," he agreed.

He turned towards the doors, walking with the man to the outdoors. Aya paused a moment on the sidewalk, shifting and leaning up to nibble lovingly on Alucard's neck.

"Sometimes I really wonder how I fell in love with you," he said thoughtfully, shaking his head as he began walking again. "And then I realize that I'm a masochist and it all makes sense."

With his free hand he reached to toy with the cross hanging around his neck. The amethyst eyes concentrated on the street before them as he moved along, finding that he really would rather take his time getting home. Alucard would probably only make the abuse more prominent because of the wait, but with punishment came something that Aya could never complain with. Hard, wholly-satisfying fucking that he would enjoy to the fullest.

"Aya-Chan won't be home tonight," the redhead commented, the eyes barely glancing at Alucard. "Will you stay the night?"

 

The Vampire smiled, "Why, of course I'll stay the night my darling. You're going to have a long night, I can guarantee you that much..."

It only took them a few long moments, ones that Alucard was counting the seconds of, to reach the apartment building. He noticed the young man was taking his time climbing the stairs, but who really ever looked forward to getting beaten? Honestly, Alucard was truly aching to do it, too-the ferocity in his veins was unable to be quelled through time. He wanted Aya's blood all over the walls-and it would happen. The punk wouldn't complain about it, either. If he went unconscious, he'd wake up again. Not like he could die. The second he thought this, he could feel the apartment door close behind him, and he turned on Aya, fire burning within his eyes.

This would be utterly enjoyable. Taking the young man by the neck, he squeezed it with a firm, tight grip.

"Sweetheart, I hope that tonight, I will be able to convey a small portion of the emotional pain I've experienced-though, your body will feel much worse than mine did," he cooed, and with that, he slammed Aya into the wall.

Long, razor-sharp fingernails raked down the shirt the punk wore, tearing it open and staining the alabaster canvas with beautiful streaks of ivory. Fangs were driven into Aya's neck, countless times, carelessly and ripping the skin apart. A shame-it had just healed, too. As blood dribbled into the Vampire's mouth, he grunted and his body turned swiftly.

His grip took the redhead with him by the neck, and at the height of his momentum he released, sending Aya soaring across the room straight into the wall. Alucard wasted no time with footsteps, and found him at the assassin's side within seconds through mist, and drove a boot-heel straight into the young man's stomach repeatedly. Surprisingly enough, he never came close to harming the region close to Aya's crotch, but not so surprisingly enough, it was most likely because he cherished that region. He forced the young man up, yet again, by the neck, hands reddened due to the profuse amounts of blood.

Mimicking one of the first beatings he had given Aya when the young man was under his care, the Vampire slammed the redhead's head again and again into the wall, something that most likely seemed to continue for hours to Aya, but it had only been ten or fifteen strikes to Alucard. After such things, a powerful arm reeled back and a strong fist collided with Aya's face, and the same elbow brought across the opposite side. Alucard, eyes burning with the fires of sadism (which he still did not recognise), and absolute dominance, finally threw his knee into the young man's stomach, and allowed the ivory frame to flop, seemingly lifeless (though far from it) onto the floor.

"Fucker," he muttered, noticing the blood pooling about Aya's form.

 

Aya clutched at his skull, which pounded with a pain something fierce. He chanced opening his eyes, turning his gaze up. His vision was murky, colors running together into a sick palette. His stomach raged, and as he pulled himself to his knees - doubled over - he coughed violently, blood spilling from his lips. Well. At least Alucard hadn't shot him this time. Then again, he definitely shouldn't give the man the idea. He pulled his hand away from his stomach, the alabaster appendage coated in blood, the sleeves of his shirt forever stained with his own life.

The redhead's shoulders quivered ever so gently, and he carefully leaned himself back against the wall closest to him, his back pressed against it. The bloody chest heaved with effort, and Aya closed his eyes again, pressing his lips shut to prevent further of the crimson liquid to escape him. Aya, no matter how submissive he was, just wasn't the type of person that would apologize once beaten. He just became more submissive, and took the punishment as it was given.

"You'd think I'd learn some day that pissing you off isn't good for my health," he murmured, a thin river of blood sliding down his chin as he spoke. "That's one lesson I'm having a hell of a time learning."

The hand at his head moved, feeling the thick crimson essence sliding down one side of his forehead. He barely winced as the blood obscured his eye, some of it having managed to get through the lids that were tightly closed. Maybe he had deserved this beating, maybe he hadn't. But at least he gave Alucard some sort of reason to inflict this much unnecessary pain on him. Pain inflicted in the bedroom during their normal fuck sessions didn't count, as far as Aya was concerned, because the Vampire just happened to be violent in bed when uninhibited.

 

Alucard smiled, "I'm not complaining."

As his gaze locked onto the blood on Aya's face, he immediately decided more fucking was to be in order. The smell and sight of pain was alluring enough, but simply imagining the taste made his body ache. Ache for sex - the kind of sex that was rough and painful. Of course, he knew the redhead would be up for heavy, hard fucking, always was. And, if he wasn't, the Vampire knew the ways to make him want it. The gentle touches in certain places, caresses and strokes, and simply the feel of Alucard's aching cock were all ways to arouse him. Such things were not to be, today, however. The Vampire pulled the bloodied body up by the collar of the young man's shirt. He knew where the bedroom was.

"Come now, my darling..." he purred, and, with slow steps, carried Aya off to the darkness of the bedroom, crimson orbs glowing mischievously as the door closed behind them.

 

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Still ever abusive, aren't they? Anyhow, this is just a one-shot, and Sadak0 and I hope that you enjoyed this. And if you read this first, and haven't read Beyond Mortal Blood, I highly encourage you to do so. ^^ Bai-bai!