Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ A New Weapon ❯ Chapter 1

[Warnings: YAOI, smoking, Lubrication.  If you don't like man on man sex DO NOT READ THIS.  I'd be happy to recieve any constructive critisism on my writing, but not on my subject.  This is a Hellsing pairing: PipxDark Walter]

[I don't own Pip, Dark Walter, or other Hellsing copywrited items. Kohta Hirano and whoever else does.]

     Pip Bernadotte occupied himself with cleaning his numerous firearms in his room of the Hellsing Mansion.  Unlike Alucard and Seras, his room was on the ground floor instead of the basement.  It was because the basement was reserved for the immortals alone, and—apparently—The Wild Geese should be ready at all times to defend against any attacks on the mansion.  The mercenaries never understood this, seeing as Alucard could practically sense any intruder, but Mistress Integra insisted on it.  He suspected it has something to do with the last attack on the mansion by the Valentine Brothers.
     He had been in his room for a little over an hour (and had smoked about a pack and a half of cigarettes), cleaning his arsenal and thinking about his circumstances, when he heard a knock on the door.  Standing, setting his pistol on the bed stand, and walking over to the door, he turned the knob to see Walter C.
     “Oh, hello Walter,” said Pip, taking a long drag on his cigarette.  He hadn't expected the recently rescued butler to be the one knocking on his door, although, he didn't know who he had expected.
     “Good Evening my--” Walter's eyes dilated and he coughed on seemingly nothing.  “Excuse me.  Good Evening Pip.  Are you busy?”
     Pip had noticed that ever since Walter had been rescued he had been acting differently from before.  Beside that, he looked many years younger, at least thirty.  He had overheard whispers about brainwashing, de-brainwashing, lingering effects, permanent effects, and so on, but nothing concrete that explained the change.
     “Not at all, monsieur.  What do you need me for?”
     “Well, I have a new weapon for you.”  As he said the purpose of his visit, Walter glanced up and down Pip's body.  Pip had an excited and eager look on his face, with his hair obscuring half of his eye patch.  The band aid that insinuated a constant broken nose was present (as always) and his long blonde locks were falling freely because he lacked his hat.  He wore a white collared shirt with the top few buttons undone and khaki cargo pants that rode low on his hips.  Walter sucked in a large breath and let out a long sigh as his eyes traveled back up to the exposed part of his chest.
     Pip watched as Walter practically undressed him with his eyes, and then coughed aloud after he had stared at his chest for what seemed like an hour.  He had felt his face getting hot.
     “So, where is it?”
     “Where's what,” Walter inquired, not entirely sure what Pip was talking about.
     “My new weapon.  You did say you had one for me, right?” Pip was starting to become extremely uncomfortable under Walter's burning gaze.
     Walter blinked rapidly and shook his head as if ridding his head of certain thoughts, then looked Pip in his wonderful blue eyes.  “Oh yes, how silly of me to have lost track of what I was doing.  It's in the…uh…shooting range!  Yes, if you would just follow me.”  He turned around reluctantly, taking one last glance at Pip's chest before walking out of the room with the blonde man close behind.
     Walter walked with his hands clasped behind his back.  They were gloveless, which was something unusual for the man.  He must have felt that there definitely wouldn't be an attack any time soon.  Pip also noticed the back of the butler's black paisley print vest and white collared shirt, however he didn't notice any traces of a tie. Odd, did I miss the casual Friday memo or something?  Nothing else lacked Walter's usual style; his black pants had even been pressed.  He took another drag.
     Pip followed Walter as he went to the left, then down a couple flights of stairs.  They were headed for the basement, the part of the basement meant for the vampires.  There wasn't a shooting range down there, as far as Pip knew, and he had been given the schematics of the mansion to memorize.
     “Walter, this isn't the way to the shooting range, you do know that, right?”
     Walter paused in his walking; he looked flustered for a few seconds, but then he composed himself.  “Ah, yes, you're right.  That's because…We're heading toward the private shooting range.  It's mostly used by Alucard so no one really knows about it.”
     Pip really became suspicious at that point.  Integra had insisted that the blueprints she gave him left nothing out.  He even knew of every secret passage in the mansion, including the one between Integra's and Alucard's bedrooms.  Something was up, but Walter wasn't malicious, was he?
     Despite his internal warnings, Pip continued to follow Walter until he stopped in front of a wooden door.  Walter ceremoniously opened the door and with a flourish of his hand, motioned for Pip to enter first.
“Walter, it's pitch black in there.”
     Walter looked and feigned surprise.  “So it is!  Well, as soon as you enter I'll turn the lights on. Oh, and please take your shoes and socks off.”
     “Hmmm.” &nbs p;Pip put his hand to his hair and started to twirl it around one of his fingers in thought as he slipped off his shoes and socks.  This doesn't feel like a good idea, but what could possibly happen? He didn't notice how odd it was to have to take his shoes and socks off to go into a shooting range.
     Walter found the hair twirling to be almost unbearable.  Pip was just so cute standing there thinking.  He couldn't stand it anymore.
     Swiftly removing his shoes and socks, he put his hand behind Pip's back and violently shoved.  “Just get in there already!” he yelled while jumping into the room himself.

     Pip's cigarette had fallen out near the door onto the concrete floor.  He heard the door slam behind him and felt Walter's feet knock into his.  Because of the unexpected shove Pip had fallen face first onto the carpeted floor.  There was a tell tale click of a lock sliding into place and some shuffling, hopefully made by Walter.  Suddenly, Pip felt hands rubbing and grabbing his ass.
     “Hey!  What are you doing Walter!?”  Pip reached behind him and tried to swat the man away, but didn't feel anything behind him.
     “Oh, I'm terribly sorry!  I was just looking for the light switch.”  Walter's voice came from behind Pip, as if he were still in front of the door.
     “On the floor!?”
     There was a long pause.  “Yes.”  Light flooded the room, making Pip's eyes hurt.  Because he could see everything, he felt it was safe to stand.  After he did so he took a good look around the supposed shooting range.
     There was a four post bed in the corner with black silk sheets, a small nightstand beside it, and a canopy above it.  The rest of the room was occupied with a couple pieces of black furniture, a large and full bookcase, and a small table.  This was defiantly not a shooting range.
     “What's this Walter?  You said you were taking me to a shooting range.”  As he turned to face the liar he finally noticed that Walter had rid himself of his shirt and vest and that he was sitting on the bed instead of standing by the door.  “And why don't you have a shirt on?”
     “Um, I felt that is was getting very stuffy in here.  Why don't you take your shirt off as well?”  Walter tilted his head sideways, desperately hoping that Pip would do just that.
     The leader of The Wild Geese felt that it was chilly in the room rather than stuffy, but for some reason staring at the bare, sculpted chest of the young Walter was making him increasingly warmer.  He shrugged, then started undoing the buttons on his shirt.
     “Yeah, I guess it is a bit hot in here.”  Once his buttons were undone he slipped his arms out of the sleeves; it seemed to be an agonizingly slow process to Walter.  Once Pip was holding his shirt awkwardly in his hand Walter tried his best to take his eyes away from the perfect chest.  There were a numerous number or scars peppering the sweet flesh, including a large diagonal one going from just under Pip's left nipple to his navel.
     “What do you want me to do with my shirt,” Pip asked.  He didn't see any coat racks or a dresser, or even where Walter had put his shirt.
     Walter thought for a moment, deciding that this would be a perfect opportunity.  “Just bring it over to me; I'll take care of it.”  As he told Pip what to do a smirk crept onto Walter's face.  However, Pip failed to notice and promptly walked over to Walter and held out his shirt.
     Walter grabbed the end of the shirt and yanked it violently, causing an instant reaction in Pip.  He instinctively held tighter, thus, as Walter pulled, Pip fell on top of him.
     Walter wrapped him arms around Pip's back and dug his nails in, keeping the mercenary from moving.  “What a position we are in, Mr. Bernadotte.  Let's take advantage of it, shall we?”
     Pip really had no idea what was happening, except for the fact that his bare chest was against Walter's bare chest and that there was a bit of discomfort on his back.  He probably would have moved, but he found that he was quite stuck in the position he was in.  He wasn't entirely sure why he couldn't get up, until he saw that Walter's arms were snaked around him.  He was incredibly strong.
     “Uh, Wal--” Pip started to inform Walter that he couldn't get up when he found his lips being covered by Walter's.  Pip's eyes were already pretty wide, but now they practically popped out of his head.  He found that his arms had landed on either side of Walter's head so tried to push up and away from the hot lips, but Walter had a strong hold on him.
     Pip felt Walter's tongue touch his bottom lip.  For a second Pip resisted, but his internal feelings started to surface.  It felt good to be kissed passionately.  Ever since he had joined Hellsing he hadn't been able to get much tail, so this was a surprisingly welcome feeling.  And for some reason it felt especially good being kissed by Walter.
      In response to Walter's probing tongue Pip opened his mouth to welcome it properly.  Instead of keeping his arms dully near Walter's head, he put one hand in Walter's ponytail and the other on his shoulder.  As their tongues explored each other's mouths Walter caressed Pip's back instead of digging his nails into it and Pip attempted to run his hands through Walter's hair, but the hair band was in the way.
      Pip took care of that.  With a swift motion he pulled the hair band out of Walter's silky hair with ease, then threw the offending object away.  Now that his hair was free Pip could run his hands through the “young” man's hair.
      His hand gripped his hair violently as Walter, groaning slightly, pressed his hips and thick manhood into Pip's own quickly growing arousal.  For a second Pip had felt in control--but realized in actuality he wasn't--when Walter effortlessly flipped them over so that he was on top.  Pip had never been “on the bottom,” but he was finding it absolutely thrilling.
     Walter finally broke off the kiss, only to leave a trail of them up to Pip's ear so that he could nibble freely.  Pip moaned in response, letting the hand in Walter's hair relax so that it could meet his other one, stroking Walter's muscular back.
     Walter couldn't believe it had been so easy to get Pip into his room and on his back under him, but he definitely wouldn't take it for granted.  He pulled himself away from Pip's and looked into Pip's eyes.  Both of their faces were flushed, and only from a simple kiss.  I wonder what will happen when I kick it up a notch, thought Walter.
      He did just that, running his hands over Pip's exposed flesh, down to the top of his jeans.  He teased the tiny bit of hair that he saw peeping above Pip's pants, then traveled back up to Pip's nipples.  Pip groaned and arched his back, hoping to feel more than just Walter's warm fingertips, but Walter knew not to give Pip what he wanted if he were to tease him successfully.
     Pip felt searing fingertips touch his taught nipples and he grew harder, if that was possible.  His jeans felt too tight, Walter's hand were too hot, and the need growing inside him was becoming too unbearable.
     Walter's finger's teased and stroked Pip's nipples until he saw the other man bite his lip in frustration.  He replaced his right hand with his mouth, keeping the left hand on the other nipple as he nibbled the nub of flesh.  Pip groaned louder than he had in a long while, digging his nails deep into Walter's flesh.  If Walter provoked him any more, Pip would draw blood.
     But that was what the “younger” man wanted.  Because he now had a hand free, he let it travel down to the mercenary's navel across the longest scar, let it circle the small indent, then land on the top of the bulge in Pip's pants.  With just a small squeeze Pip yelled loud enough to almost shake the room and blood was trickling down Walter's back.
     “And I thought I was the only one wanting this so badly,” said Walter after releasing his mouth and hand from Pip's nipples.  He was smiling widely, obviously greatly enjoying the whole event.
      “You were,” breathed Pip, “but now that I know you, I want you just as badly as you want me.”  Pip was grinning as well, from ear to ear.
      “We'll see.” Walter replied.  He felt Pip's statement was a challenge, and he had been waiting for this ever since he had returned to Hellsing.  Oh, how he had missed the Organization…or at least the amazing body underneath him.
     The butler felt that the break in the action was getting to be too long, so he reached for Pip's pants with both of his hands.  It was easy to undo the buttons and zipper, except Pip had closed his eyes, leaned back, and was thrusting his hips up to Walter's hands to hurry the process.  He wanted to be rid of the horrible garments, and fast.
     Walter had intended to leave Pip's boxers on for a while longer, but when he had pulled his pants down a couple inches he realized that Pip wasn't wearing any underwear.  That about did it in for the rejuvenated man.  With a swift yank Pip's pants were gone, disappearing somewhere on the floor.
     Pip had never seen Walter smile the way he was right then.  It was a combination of surprise and glee.  There was also a third element that Pip couldn't place, until he thought of how Alucard looked at his victims.  Pip was Walter's prey, and that fact made Pip's body (especially his erection) burn with heat.
     With a smirk Pip woke the man on top of him; he had been lost in thought again at the sight of Pip's naked body.  “No need to day dream Walter, I'm here and very willing.”
     The butler did wake up, but spoke to the man's member anyway.  “But there are so many things I've wanted to do to you.  There just isn't enough time in the day, let alone right now.”  He shrugged.  “Guess we'll just have to do this again.”
     Walter set the mercenary's body was on fire with his promise to do this again.  “Then what are you waiting for,” Pip asked, while at the same time pulling Walter roughly down by his hair into a rough, passionate kiss.
     Walter replied with a nip to the blonde's bottom lip and a stroke of his unbelievably hot cock.  Pip had let go of Walter's hair and was concentrating on the other man's pants.  At that point Pip hated pants so much that he was vowing never to wear a pair again.  Neither would Walter.
     Walter had to let go of the beautiful man's manhood and stand up so that Pip could sit up and pull his pants down the rest of the way.  They too disappeared in a flash.
     All of the “younger” man's glory was at Pip's eye level; at least it would be if he hadn't been wearing underwear.  Pip took care of the black silk garment by ripping it down the sides.  Walter moaned softly, feeling the same sense of passion Pip was feeling.  Pip's hands brushed over the man's bare feet and grasped his ankles.  His hands were burning fire as they trailed up to the outside of the black haired man's thighs.  They squeezed there, then continued inward to tickle Walter's balls.
     Walter rewarded Pip with a real moan and shaky legs.  To steady himself he fisted both of his hands into the thick blonde hair.  “Pip, god Pip!  Suck me!”  It was half command, half plea, but Pip was eager to comply anyway.
     As Pip's lips touched the tip of the man's erection, Walter gave another moan.  It was quickly followed by heavy breathing and a louder groan as Pip began taking his length into his mouth.  Obviously, Pip had never done anything like that before, but apparently he was doing a good enough job to please the man above him.
     Walter was holding back the loudest of his yells and grasping the mercenary's hair tighter and tighter as his tongue pushed and stroked the large vein on the underside of his dick.  Already he was starting to reach the braking point, but he was determined to enjoy this as much as possible.
     Pip felt a slight pain on his head and knew Walter was pulling his hair, but he had been shot, stabbed, and numerous other painful things had happened to him before.  A bit of hair pulling was nothing.  His left hand joined his mouth on the butler's erection at the base, squeezing and stroking slightly.  Walter had been biting his lip to hold in his vocalizations, but this was too much for the man.  He yelled as Pip had, shaking the room with its vibrations.
     His legs were buckling, he couldn't stand any longer, and if he didn't take Pip right at that moment he was sure he'd die an uncompleted man.
     To get Pip to stop, Walter had to yank Pip's head away from his pulsating member by the hair.  Continuing the motion, he pulled the mercenary onto his back as his knees buckled, causing Walter to conveniently straddle his partner.  His hands had released their death grips on Pip's hair and were now gently stroking it.
     “Are you ready,” the butler asked the mercenary.
     He couldn't speak, but he could move his head.  So Pip nodded.
     Another intoxicating smile splayed across Walter's face as he leaned over slightly to reach the drawer in his bedside table.  From it he produced lubrication.
     Pip's eyes widened.  He hadn't thought of that before now, but realized they both desperately needed it if they didn't want Pip to be ripped apart.  He probably bought it just for this occasion.  If that were true, he felt extremely cared for.
     The leader of The Wild Geese hadn't watched Walter coat three of his fingers in the lubrication, or the lowering of his hand because he had lost himself in thought.  But he sure felt the touch on his opening.
     The fingers were cold at first because of the lubrication, but they were quickly heating up.  Walter started with inserting a single finger gingerly, feeling around and lubricating the inside walls.  It was strangely and horribly arousing to Pip to feel the other man's finger on his inner walls.
     When a second finger joined the first, Pip uncontrollably bucked up onto Walter's fingers in an attempt to make him go deeper.  He was groaning again, urging the “younger” man on.  He replied with a touch to Pip's prostate, which sent the mercenary spiraling and moaning.
      “Walter, please Walter, come on!”  Pip begged to be entered by the black haired pleasure giver.
     Due to Pip's squirms and moans, Walter could barely contain himself either.  He took his fingers away from Pip after lightly coating his entrance, proceeding to use the leftovers on himself.  They were both beginners in this kind of sex, and he wanted to make sure it would go a smooth as possible.
     Walter positioned himself appropriately, but hesitated.  He looked up into Pip's eyes once again, seeking a confirmation.  Again, Pip nodded, but desperately.  He needed Walter like he needed to breath.
     Putting one hand steadily on Pip's hip and the other laced through his hand, Walter began to enter.  It was beyond tight, but Walter wouldn't stop.  Pip felt himself being entered and compared it to being torn asunder, even with the lubrication.  He clutched tightly to Walter's hand and bit back tears.  Even though he was experiencing pain, he knew that there was sweetness behind it.  Walter held his hand throughout and he was intentionally thrusting slowly to allow Pip to acclimate.
     It only took a couple more seconds for Walter to be submerged to the hilt.  Pip let out a long, shaky breath as the pain receded and the pleasure took over.  Walter was almost shaking with the exertion, and the wonderful feeling.  He felt cocooned, warmed, and welcomed.
     After waiting a few more moments to become accustomed, Walter began a slow rhythm.  It felt great, and it looked like Pip was enjoying himself as well.  The mercenary's face was a mask of pleasure and moans almost constantly emanated from his throat.  His hand was still entwined with Walters, but his other hand found its way to the wrist that was connected to the hand gripping his hip.
     Walter increased his pace, everything was tearing away at his control and he just wanted to pound into Pip as hard as he could.  Pip's eyes flew open at the increase and both his hands gripped onto Walter's tightly.
      Walter's response was to increase his speed again, this time intentionally hitting Pip's prostate.  A roar pierced his ears as he realized what that would do to the man beneath him.  Pip was shaking, moaning, and arching his back until it looked like he would break in half.
     Only a couple more thrusts to the prostate caused Pip to loose everything.  He came on his chest, but didn't care a bit.  Walter followed seconds after, releasing into his partner.
     When Walter exited Pip and collapsed on top of him Pip wrapped his arms around the black haired man.  They laid like that for what could have been hours, minutes, weeks, or seconds, breathing in the scent of each other.  Both were slick with sweat.
     Once he could move, Pip began stroking the back of the man on top of him lovingly.  The afterglow of sex was better than it ever had been for both of them.
     “Walter, could you reach into my pants and grab my pack of cigarettes and my lighter,” Pip inquired of the butler.  Walter leaned over, giving Pip a great view, and easily fished out the requested items.  He grabbed a cigarette for himself as well.
     Once the mercenary had the cigarette in his mouth Walter lit if for him and watched him take a long drag and exhale slowly.  When he closed his eyes, Walter leaned in with his own cigarette in his mouth to light it with Pip's.  The blonde's eyes flew open in surprise, but he didn't mind.
     “Get used to it,” commanded Walter.