Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Amoare ab Hostis ❯ Chapter 9 ( Chapter 9 )

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The texture of veins was one Walter had always paid particularly close attention to. In the living, they were springy and firm, bouncing back from slight pressure. When a you pressed the tip of a blade to a human's jugular it would shift under the blade, moving with the steel until eventually it could retreat no further and would give way with a spectacular show of red fireworks.

In ghouls, their blood vessels had hardened long ago, becoming stiff and tubular. They cracked under pressure, like dried clay, crumbling in upon themselves to reveal clumps of black, congealed blood inside.

Alucard's, however, were a fascinating mix of both.

Walter ran his tongue along one long, stiff vein running the length of the vampire's length, pressing his tongue into the dip where the blue line of flesh forked near the base. Alucard made an appreciative noise and his fingers tightened their grip on Walter's hair. He could take a hint and immediately lapped cat-like, curling his tongue around the root of the vampire's cock. The immortal groaned and shifted restlessly. Walter grinned.

The young man was very proud of his more...carnal talents. Living as he had when he was younger, he'd quickly mastered the tricks that would secure him any number of luxuries, or sometimes even basic human needs like food and shelter when they were in short supply. A quick suck job in an alley or a doorway could buy more than most people would imagine. And let it never be said that Walter wasn't a fast learner.

By the sounds Alucard was making, he hadn't lost his touch.

Redundant as it may sound, going down on a human and on a vampire were two completely different experiences. Everything about humans was overpowering; their heat, their sweat, the way their veins throbbed visciously, the thick, cloying scent of them. But with Alucard there was none of that. When taking the vampire into his mouth, Walter had the rather humorous sensation of sucking on a rather large ice lolly. He could detect the gentle eb and flow of something beneath the rubbery texture of veins, but he doubted it was blood; at least not blood as he knew it. His skin was cool and had an unnatural stillness to it. Walter often felt as though he was kissing, licking, and nibbling a marble statue when they were together like this. Only, marble statues had none of Alucard's passion, nor did they pin young teenagers to mattresses and have their wicked way with them. No, Alucard was not cold and lifeless as a statue, for which Walter was supremely grateful.

However, the vampire was different tonight. He'd come to him earlier, and with no greeting or explaination had immediately scooped the smaller boy up into his arms and pulled them into a chair. He'd undressed them both, kissing Walter's neck and collarbone with a sense of urgency the young man had never felt from him before. He'd then pressed insistently on Walter's shoulders, guiding the other man where he'd needed him.

All in all, the encounter had raised some questions for Walter, but he wasn't going to dwell on them now, as he had far, far better things to do.

Taking the vampire fully into his mouth, Walter hollowed his cheeks, using his tongue to create a third wall of hot flesh. He glanced up at Alucard's face, the features contorted pleasurably, and began to glide his lips up and down the cool collumn of skin, fluttering his tongue lightly every so often. After a few minutes he pulled back and took a deep breath, preparing for the big finish, and took the vampire all the way in, opening his throat and swallowing to force the muscles there into cooperation. Alucard grunted, his hips jerking upwards, and hauled Walter back into his lap.

"Not yet," he growled.

Walter smiled appreciatively at the strain in the vampire's voice. Tonight, Alucard truly needed him. It was a refreshing change from feeling as though he was nothing more than a mere plaything to him. Sitting up on his knees so Alucard could prepare him, Walter's head tilted back on its own accord as cool fingertips ghosted over his prostate. That was nothing, though, compared to when Alucard drew him up by his hips and pulled him down, pushing inside of him in one, smooth movement. Walter had never in his life experienced anything that came close to the shock of having a cold, hard something pressed firmly into that wonderful spot inside of him. It made him gasp every time, and he arched his back to an impossibly feline angle.

Using his knees to support his own weight on the sides of the chair that Alucard's slim hips didn't quite cover, Walter rode up and down, bouncing without abandon. He knew Alucard was watching, loving the sight, the way the younger boy so completely whored himself to the moment. He didn't care. He was about to come, so he could stare all he wanted as long as he didn't come first.

He didn't. Walter was the first to go, keening wildly as he sank bonelessly against the cool, motionless chest in front of him. Alucard follwed with a gasp and put his arms around Walter, holding him in a rare show of affection. Walter sighed, contented but slightly unnerved, and allowed the vampire to carry him over to the bed, laying them both down and pulling the warm boy close in an embrace.

"What's up with you?" Walter asked, his breath filtering across the cool chest in front of him. "You've been acting weird for a week, barely talking, and the sex has definitely been more needy, more intense. And now this..."

Walter emphasized the point by tightening his arm where it was thrown over the vampire's waist.

"What gives?"

Alucard snorted softly in bitter amusement. "Can't put anything past you."

"Guess not," said Walter, slightly perturbed. "But then again you've been fucking me for a year now, so I'm bound to notice when something's off."

"Crude." Alucard admonished.

"And this isn't?" Walter muttered, turning away from the nude form next to him to reach over on the nightstand for his pack of cigarettes.

Alucard watched him light up and sit back against the headboard, inhaling deeply and deliberately blowing a cloud of smoke his way. "Those'll kill you, you know."

"I kill vampires day and night, and fuck one in the early hours of the morning," retorted Walter. "I think I've got other things to worry about than lung cancer."

"Touché."

"Just answer the goddamn question." Walter snapped. "What's going on with you?"

Alucard took awhile in answering, and suddenly he wasn't Alucard anymore; not the old, friendly, flirty Alucard of four years ago, nor the cool, distant, removed Alucard of recent, but the cold, emotionless monster who had taken Walter to his knees that night three years ago in a deserted warehouse building. Walter was a little nervous at the change, but managed to keep it from showing in his face.

"After tonight everything is going to change. I have an old debt I have to make good, and it will probably effect you just as much as me."

"How does anything you do effect me?" Walter asked warily.

"That's just the way it is." Alucard answered.

"Bugger that, I want to know more," the human persisted.

"Too bad."

"You owe me that much." Walter hissed at him.

"I owe you nothing," said Alucard. "But I will tell you that you won't be seeing me again after tonight."

"So you're just going to make yourself scarce again? Avoid me? Ignore me when I try to talk to you?" Walter asked bitterly. "Three years from now, are you going to decide to force yourself on me again? Is this some sick cycle we're going to go through?"

"No one asked you to get attached," said Alucard coldly, sitting up to meet the boy's eyes.

"No one asked you to rape me!" Walter shouted angrily.

Alucard glared in silence for moment before answering. "It hasn't been rape for a long time."

"That doesn't mean it never was," the dark-haired teen said with chilly contempt.

"Just be prepared to adapt to whatever changes old Rupes makes around here once I'm gone." Alucard said, his tone slightly subdued for the moment.

"So you're actually leaving this time." Walter observed. "Where're you going?"

"Do you care?"

"Vaguely."

"I don't know," the vampire answered truthfully.

Turning away, Walter nodded, taking a drag off of his cigarette for want of something to do, since he didn't have anything else to say. After a few moments he felt cold hands on his thighs, pushing them apart. He looked down, startled, and saw Alucard's face between his legs, nuzzling at a budding erection.

"Can't we make the most of tonight?" He asked, a cool tongue darting out to lick at the human's hot skin.

"Yes," said Walter breathlessly.

He moaned as Alucard pressed cool, dry kisses up his length, tonguing the pulsing veins there, the shocking mix of hot and cold driving them both insane. "I will miss you, you know," gasped Walter.

"I know," answered Alucard, before occupying his mouth in much more pleasurable activities.

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Alexander was shaking, curled into a ball in his spot in the shadows. All of the lights in the room were off and he could see only the square of light coming from the far end of the room. A figure crawled silently in through the open window, the one he'd left open for this very occasion. He began trembling more violently, hugging his arms around himself and unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of that dark silhouette approaching slowly.

It was over quickly. Alex suspected that the vampire wanted it to end as fast as he did, and with as little pain as possible. There was a brief struggle before the vampire took the young boy's head in his hands and snapped his neck quickly, the sound of cracking bone echoing eerily in the room. His limp form fell to the ground, and the dark shadow stood for a moment, silently contemplating the corpse in front of him, before he slipped out the window once more.

Lights flickered on and Alex winced, closing his eyes against the sudden glare. He didn't know why they'd turned them off. Like they'd provide any protection against a vampire should he have realized their ruse.

Alex bit his lip, still shaking, not out of fear but rather nauseous, sick-hearted emotion. An innocent boy had been assigned his place in death and it disgusted him. He glanced up again at the television monitor. The unnaturally still figure on the floor glowed eerily back at him, its face thankfully turned away from the camera they'd implanted in Alex's room; the very camera that had informed them of Alex's meeting with the vampire six months before. Father Nathan quickly walked over and switched it off when he caught Alex staring.

"It's for the best, Alex." Father David said soothingly. "I'm sorry he had to die, but we couldn't afford to lose you."

Father Nathan came up from behind, placing a hand on Alex's shoulder. The boy angrily shrugged it off. He felt sick inside. That boy, Brian, hadn't deserved what had happened to him. He hadn't asked for the position, hadn't known what was going to happen to him when they'd placed him with Alex a few weeks before. His only sin had been looking almost exactly like the blonde boy. They'd done relatively little to change his appearance, the resemblance was so close. He'd been slightly confused as to why he had to receive a scar on his cheek like Alex's, but had accepted his mission all the same.

He'd been given simple instructions; stay with Alex, eat with Alex, sleep in Alex's bed. The boy had complied, eager to please his superiors. He'd attempted to draw Alex into conversation several times, but the other boy hadn't had the heart to befriend someone who was shortly going to be murdered in his place. Brian had even tried to kiss him a few times, misunderstanding the reason for sharing a bed with the other boy. How could he think that it was to pick up Alex's scent, immerse himself in it, so that the vampire sent to assassinate the other boy would mistake him for Alex?

They had even given him a few injections of the chemicals Alex was being pumped with on a regular basis, so that the even the scent of the boy's blood wouldn't alert the vampire to their clever swap. After that, all they had to do was turn the lights off, tell Brian that he'd be sleeping alone tonight, get Alex to someplace safe and hope for the best.

Alex closed his eyes tight against the guilt and pain welling up inside of him. He vaguely heard Father Nathan from somewhere in his clouded mind saying something about being assigned new sleeping quarters, ones even better than the last. Alex snorted and opened his eyes to glare in disgust at him.

"Yes," he muttered bitterly. "Because being given a bigger bed and a better bathroom will make murder all better."

The Fathers exchanged a look and moved forward to speak more intimately with him, but Alex stood abruptly, pushing past them towards the exit.

"I'm going to go throw up," he told them acidly. "Because I, unlike you, can't stand myself right now."

The door slammed behind him, blocking out the sight of two stunned, white-faced priests.

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As Alucard suspected, Rupert was waiting for him when he arrived back in his own quarters at Hellsing. The man was grinning nastily, his mustache stretched across his face in an obscene way. Guards flanked him, as though if the vampire chose to fight they'd do any good against him. He knew he could not fight, however. As a part of the curse that bonded him to the Hellsing family, he would have to obey whatever terms Rupert set for him.

"Well, well," the old man began gloatingly. "You finally killed the little brat? Took you long enough. But perhaps you wanted to screw the living daylights out of Dollneaz while you could?"

Alucard didn't answer, and stood silently before the man.

"Yeah, I knew about that." Rupert said, as though Alucard had asked. "You know that's going to carry a price, don't you? You disobeyed a direct order."

Alucard nodded, still refusing to answer.

"Keep your silence," hissed Sir Hellsing. "It's the only dignity you'll be afforded for some time. Seize him!"

The guards moved forward, weapons pointing at him from all corners of the room as Alucard's arms were twisted behind his back and secured there by heavy, iron manacles.

"I'd orignally planned on locking you up to rot for all eternity. You do so love your freedom. However, in accordance with your disobedience, I think it only fitting that I take away something even more precious to you..."

Alucard waited, refusing to struggle against his bonds and give Rupert the satisfaction of seeing him fight.

"Dollneaz has been pulled from the Hellsing ranks."

That got Alucard's attention. "Walter has done nothing wrong. Leave him out of it."

"Oh, you didn't think I'd let you have anything left in this world once I took you out of it, did you? Your attachment to the boy has been clear from the beginning. I don't want you to have a single source of happiness while you're locked inside that cell." The leader of Hellsing sneered nastily, his face growing red in his indignation.

"Dollneaz will be placed with the household staff."

Alucard's jaw clenched in silent anger, but he still refused to give Rupert the supreme enjoyment of watching him struggle. He'd suspected Walter would suffer along with him, but he'd never expected such an insult to his skill and mastery as a soldier as this. It was humiliating, and Walter would no doubt fight the decision with every ounce of his being, but Rupert would see it done or Walter dead, Alucard had no doubt.

Looking up at his master, Alucard summoned up an arrogant smirk. "Lead on, master. Let's see my lovely new accomodations."

Rupert's face fell, reddening even further with fury. He leaned in close, his breath rank on Alucard's face as he hissed, "It'll be a cold day in Hell before you ever step foot outside the dungeons again, freak."

"Stranger things have happened." Alucard returned, before being shoved hard in the back with the butt of a rifle and marched toward his new home.

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Author's note: Yes, I know that Alucard gets locked up in 1967 when Walter is 36, not 1949 when he's 18. But I have struggled to remain canonical until now, and this is technically an AU since he and Walter are having sex. So, as of now, Alucard is imprisoned for 38 years instead of 20. Don't bitch, it's a fanfic. Certain breaks from canon are allowed. He will still be getting out in 1987, when Walter is 56 and Integra is 13, as per canon.