Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ A Taste of Darkness ❯ Taste ( Chapter 1 )

Title: A Taste of Darkness

Author: VelvetBlood

Rating: R

Ship: Alucard/Anderson

Summary: This is a sequel to my fic, "Amoare ab Hostis", even though it was written first. Basically, Alucard and Anderson FINALLY get together.

Disclaimer: I don't own them, although I'd like to own Integra. Rrrrow!

Warning: This story contains graphic violence and some sexual content. It also contains slash, or sexual situations, between two men. If you're not up for that sort of thing, I suggest you don't read this.

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He crept into the bedroom, silent as the shadows that cloaked him, darker than the night that fueled them. His lips drew back, pulling tautly over fangs, saliva pooling under his tongue at the scent of blood. His blood.

He hadn't washed away the grime of battle before lying down to sleep. The dirt and dust still covered his tanned flesh; flesh that the vampire knew to be warm and vibrant with life. A few wounds had been left unattended, the blood congealed and black over them. His mouth watered more.

Oh, but to run his tongue over that dirty skin, to feel the pulse beneath it. To taste his life, his vitality…the dry, caked scabs that stretched over rent flesh. And if he should nibble away at them? Melt the hard, dead flakes in his mouth and lap at the fresh blood that spilled forth from the newly opened wound? It would be ecstasy. It would be heaven. It would be half of the dream fufilled.

The other half of course…

His prey moaned quietly in his sleep, shifting his battle-sore body into a more comfortable position. He twisted his limbs in the sheets and entangled himself further in their grasp.

Alucard groaned silently. That was the other half!

Deciding that a taste, a moment of sheer enjoyment, wouldn't be amiss, he crept closer to the bed that held the sole occupant of his fantasies. Dark, wild dreams of blood, pain, sweat and screams; of moans, teeth, claws and come. It would be so easy to reach out and take that from him right now. He was stronger, faster, more lethal and feral that any opponent the human had ever faced. He could take it by force, but it would be sweeter with his victim's consent.

He crawled over simple cotton sheets, his movements not even a whisper. He hunched his shoulders, the muscles rippling, his hamstrings straining as he held himself above the prone body of his sleeping beauty. His glowing red eyes traced over golden hair, soft pink lips and the long column of his delectable neck, complete with a throbbing jugular. When he lowered his mouth, it ghosted over cheekbones, brow, chin, eyelids and finally lips. His foe lay completely still beneath him, his breathing even with slumber, as his enemy crouched over him with hunger in his eyes.

At last Alucard allowed himself to taste the already dead life force of the man beneath him. His tongue slid evenly from between his teeth, sliding along the smooth skin of a collarbone and shoulder until it encountered rough scales that tasted of copper and him. He lapped at the meager scraps, his breath hitching, quickening, his desire for more blinding him to anything but the sensation of his taste on his tongue. The last of the congealed blood was licked away, and warm, fresh essence bubbled up in its place.

Alucard moaned. Quietly, but still, it was a dangerous slip. His sleeping victim was a dangerous man, if ineffective to the nosferatu that loomed over him. The master vampire had to suppress a chuckle of amusement at that thought. If his prey knew that he should think of him as so weak and unworthy an opponent, he would have howled with rage.

But, if the vampire could forget his arrogance for a moment, he would find that it was not so. Alucard did not think him unworthy. In fact, he was the most worthy of them all. Fighting him was a rush such as the old monster had not felt in too long. It heated his blood, it sparked his desire, and it always left him hungry for more. Wasn't that what had drawn him here in the first place?

Unable to resist, he latched his mouth over the small open wound, suckling at the sweet blood that pooled on his palate. The taste of it was ambrosia. His hand slid over warm skin and cotton, down past the hem of a T-shirt and the waistband of pajama bottoms, to encounter just what he'd been hoping to find. For a brief fleeting instant he allowed himself to curl his fingers around the evidence of the human's unconscious enjoyment, before pulling them away to brace himself above the man's head.

He knew it wasn't wise, and that to risk such a thing was foolishly endangering himself, but the arrogance of several millennia rose in him to fuel his brazenness in this act. He lowered himself slowly, enjoying the growing sensation of heat as it radiated off of his victim, before pressing his chest, his abdomen, and finally his lower body into that of the prone form beneath him. He gave a slight groan of approval as flesh met flesh through the bothersome barrier of clothing. Pushing his luck further, Alucard arched his hips and was rewarded with exactly what he had been hoping for. His hardness pressed firmly into the matching flesh under him, and his victim gave a small, barely perceptible sigh. Alucard growled low and quietly, his teeth pricking the flesh beneath his lips slightly, encouraging more red nectar to the surface.

And that was the one step too many. Sudden searing pain tore through him and he grunted harshly with its arrival. His head snapped back to meet icy green eyes full of rage, hate and just a little bit of lust. The blade twisted cruelly in Alucard's gut and he growled, his back arching in instinctual reaction to the pain. The action caused their erections to grind together, and both gasped in surprise and pleasure.

As if in revenge for causing him pleasure, Anderson the knife twisted again. But this time Alucard's mocking laughter followed it.

"Tsk, tsk, Alexander," he admonished with pain-laced amusement. "Haven't you learned to respect your elders?"

Alucard roared in pain when the knife cut a path further into his belly, its tip scraping across his spine.

"You filthy demon freak! You think I'd let you corrupt my body? Such perversion will not be tolerated!" Alexander returned, his breath seething from his lungs in fury.

Again Alucard's throaty chuckle mocked the blonde human, and again the knife served as punishment. But the nosferatu had devised his own torture for the man underneath him, and was soon rocking his hips against the man beneath him with every thrust and twist of the blade. He delighted in his enemy's agonized gasps and barely repressed groans.

"S-stop!" Alexander commanded with another twist of his wrist, forcing the blade further into his foe's gut.

Alucard laughed and threw his head back in amusement and pleasure, his hips grinding down into the cradle of the Paladin beneath him. His hair fell in a rippling wave of inky blackness over the two bodies sprawled over the bed. He could hear the way Anderson's pulse picked up speed, and watched the trickle of blood that still seeped from his throat. He could see his mark there, the tiny pricks of his teeth, and it made him groan with delight. The scent of their blood flowing together, mingling, was driving him mad with the lust to kill...the desire to fuck. He didn't know if he could separate the two right now.

He watched as Alexander's green eyes fluttered shut and his lips fell open, parting in a silent sigh. He took the opportunity to wrench the blade from his stomach, an agonized cry tearing form his throat at the pain. He pinned his victim's arms above his head, restraining the struggling human with ease. The blonde Vatican's eyes snapped open and hot jade met fiery red.

"Wh- what- what are you- doing?" Anderson grunted between Alucard's continued thrusts against his sensitive flesh.

"Having you," Alucard murmured darkly, hungrily. "At long last."

"Never!" the priest returned fiercely.

The vampire groaned, his eyes drifting shut in enjoyment, as he grinned over sharp canines.

"I was hoping you'd say that!" he growled.

Reaching down, he unfastened Alexander's trousers and gave the fabric a sharp tug, pulling it down over his hips. The man beneath him struggled with all of his strength, but to no avail. When Alucard took his hardness in his hand, the human cried out hoarsely. Alucard gave him a short squeeze and then worked on freeing himself from his own clothing. He snickered as he heard the priest muttering prayers for forgiveness under his breath. Occasionally they were interspaced with curses directed toward the demon hovering above him.

"Now, beg for me, holy man..." the vampire murmured softly.

"No!" Alexander refused.

Alucard said nothing and instead gripped both of their erections in a tight fist. Alexander gasped sharply, his head falling to one side in shame. Alucard smiled appreciatively at the blush staining his cheeks. When Alucard began to pump his fist up and down their combined lengths, he rejoiced in the panting sounds of pleasure coming from the man under him. He squeezed their cocks tighter and Alexander arched unwillingly up into his captor's body, his hips unconsciously rising to thrust into the vampire's hand.

Blood stained the white sheets. Great blossoms of it spread like spilled wine over the bed, over themselves, forming a sticky sort of bond between them. It helped to provide lubrication between their erections, making them slide slickly together.

Raising one of Anderson's clasped hands in his own, Alucard brought it to his lips and bit into the pad of the man's thumb. He immediately bucked against the vampire, struggling with renewed vengeance. Alucard smirked around his mouthful of finger, enjoying the vain attempts at freedom, and the taste of the priest's blood once again flowing into his mouth.

Soon the human's struggles became violent thrashings against the creature above him as pleasure overcame pain. Hipbones slammed into sharp hipbones, thighs cramped with effort, and straining erections burned from the friction created between them. Both of them were groaning, neither was making any effort to stop, nor could.

Alucard's red eyes blazed down at the wanton expression on his enemy's face below him. He hungrily drank in his moans and whimpers, his teeth sinking further into the sensitive skin of his thumb, delighting in the little shriek of pain it brought forth. But it wasn't enough. No, one thing still remained to complete the fantasy. To live the dream.

Releasing his grip on Alexander's wrist, he brought his own left hand up to his mouth. He let his teeth slide out of the human's tender flesh, and reveled in the tiny moan of dissatisfaction. Smirking, he brought his hand to his lips and bit his own thumb, drawing a small pool of blood on the pad.

The priest's eyes opened, heavy lidded with lust. His other arm still lay limply over his head, as though he'd forgotten that he'd had to be restrained in the first place. He watched warily as Alucard lowered his hand, the drop of his blood dangling perilously on the tip, hovering a scant few inches above Alexander's mouth. The green eyes opened wide, searching burning red for an answer that he already knew.

"Just a taste, lovely one." the vampire murmured softly, encouragingly.

Time stopped, passing by at a crawl, as the blonde man weighed his options. This went against everything he believed in, everything he stood for. He shook his head determinedly, but his eyes fastened on the moist ruby droplet above him. Alucard smiled and sucked the human's thumb back into his mouth, his teeth grazing over the wound before sliding smoothly back in, sucking at the warm red copper flowing into his mouth. Anderson gasped, a shudder going through him. He was close…oh, so close. His body was burning, his flesh on fire. He was already in hell. Why not have a taste, if he was already one of the damned?

He felt the familiar tingle start in his toes, quickly spreading its way up his calves and thighs. He knew that he would come any second. He raised his eyes to meet the glowing red coals of the beast above him. He arched up into him, a small moan escaping him as he felt himself tighten, ready for release. And then he slowly let the tip of his tongue slide out to catch the drop of crimson dangling from the vampire's thumb.

Heat exploded through him, lightning raced up his spine and he cried out, screaming with the agony and the ecstasy of it as he came in long, jerking spurts. He heard the nosferatu above him groan out his release, and couldn't resist drawing the bloodied thumb into his mouth for one last taste of the vampire's essence.

Afterward they lie there, shivering with the aftershocks of orgasm, flesh stinging and tender from the friction of their clothing, blood sticking to their stomachs and hair, coating their lips. Neither could who moved first, but both bullet and blade found its mark, and both reeled with the pain. Wounds healed quickly, and when the priest looked up, knife at the ready, the nosferatu was gone.

He sat there, in the quiet, shaking and weeping in a pool of blood. He cried for hours, breathing in ragged gasps, sobs shaking his dirty and crimson-smeared frame, grieving for what he had lost. He'd lost everything that night. Everything that he was and had ever hoped to be…all for a taste of darkness.

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Fin.