Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Feel You ❯ Chapter 1

Title: Feel You

Author: Ruined Wings

Fandom: Hellsing

Pairing: Anderson solo, thoughts of Alucard/Anderson

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: masturbation

Summary: Sequel to “Fall from Grace.” Anderson realizes that recent events have affected him in ways he wouldn't have expected.

 

 

Pacing the floor of his room, an irritated Alexander Anderson rubbed his left wrist. It was still sore after his ill treatment at the hands of the Hellsing Organization's prized executioner, Alucard. Shortly after the vampire had had his way with the previously celibate priest, Alucard had inexplicably freed the man from his bindings, vanishing before the sore paladin could rise to give chase. Upon seeing the priest in a foul mood upon his return, his fellow brothers and sisters wisely gave him time to himself. Anderson was known for his lack of inhibition, especially when angered.

 

The paladin kicked the small table in the corner of the room, sending the objects atop it crashing noisily to the ground. He knew that vampires were godless creatures of the night, but this one had absolutely no shame, no shred of remaining morality to stop him from desecrating a man of the cloth. Anderson flopped down onto the twin bed. He kept replaying the events leading up to his debauchery in his mind, trying to pick apart how he had been bested by the creature to prevent it from happening again. He covered his eyes with an arm, as if that could block out the image of Alucard leering down at him.

 

Visions of the vampire laving his own gun with a long pink tongue danced across the paladin's mind. Piercing red eyes gazed back at him, holding the promise of countless sins. The remembered sensation of cool breath on his neck made the priest shiver, that of cool hands on his skin made the man's cock twitch in the confines of his pants.

 

Anderson's face burned with shame. What had happened to him was vile. But why was his heart racing at the memory of the vampire's touch? At the recollection of that baritone voice murmuring wickedness into his ear? Of its own volition, the paladin's hand slipped down to the bulge in his pants, sliding over hardening flesh. Once Anderson realized what he was doing, he snatched the hand back as if burnt by the heat in his loins. What was he thinking? He couldn't, could he?

 

Making a decision, Anderson rose from the bed, his feet carrying him toward the door. His hand paused on its way toward the handle, but then turned the lock into place. Assured of no sudden interruptions, the priest returned to his bed, loosening his robes on his way there. Lying on his back, Anderson unfastened his slacks to slip a bare hand inside. His face flushed with embarrassment, the man wrapped long fingers around the erection tenting the fabric, sighing as he stroked his own flesh.

 

Anderson kept trying to assure himself that he was only doing this to relieve months of pent-up sexual frustration that was only now asserting itself. It didn't mean that he had any kind of inclinations toward that unearthly beast, other than severing its head. However, the fantasies that played across the back of his eyelids were given the shape of a hellion dressed in red with a voice that seemed to slide as sensuously across bare skin as his cool hands. The fingers kneading the paladin's erection soon became Alucard's as the creature straddled him. Anderson fancied that he could feel the weight of the vampire sitting upon him, as well as the creature's answering erection straining against his thigh.

 

You like this, don't you? I could tell that you would. I could smell it on you a mile away.

 

The sound of flesh sliding against flesh seemed so loud to Anderson's ears, as did the imagined voice of his phantom suitor.

 

You can make noise, if you need to.

 

A thumb rolled across the head of his cock, spreading the growing moisture found there. Thumbing the slit, the man gasped at the sparks of pleasure that spread out from his core.

 

The paladin turned his head to the side as he panted, covering his face with his free arm as if he could hide from the taunting red eyes that stared back from within his mind, or from the one who was truly watching. Anderson fancied that he could feel a hand swirling in the sweat pooling on his quivering belly. A deep voice gave a silken laugh at his shy movement. Even in the priest's fantasies, Alucard mocked him.

 

You try to hide from me, as if I don't know the darkness inside of you. I already told you. You're damned, just as much as I am.

 

Cool breath bathed Anderson's erection before imagined suction took its place. Face burning as his chest heaved, the paladin began to thrust up into his waiting fist, imagining that it was Alucard's all too willing throat. Anderson tightened his grip as he pictured a long tongue swirling around the head before engulfing his shaft once more. Shifting on the bed, the man moved his free hand down to cup his sacs, massaging the contents as his back arched.

 

Anderson pictured what it would look like to peer down his own body to see red eyes gazing back at him, gleaming with lust as the vampire's smirking mouth rose and fell on his erection. Even unwilling as he had been, the sight of Alucard fellating his own gun had made the paladin's cock drool over the possibility that it would be next. If the man were to say that he and his smaller self hadn't been somewhat disappointed by this not occurring, he would have to add lying to an already weighty list of growing sins. Maybe next time, the vampire would- there most definitely would not be a next time. But that didn't stop Anderson from dreaming about it. About how he'd grasp hold of unruly black hair while he pounded upward, the vampire making gagging noises. About how he'd shoot down the vile creature's waiting throat.

 

The very thought of the vampire's tight throat constricting him so intimately almost brought Anderson to the brink of his endurance. He fisted his erection with a firm grip as he pictured himself making the vampire take his flesh and its contents. Several more strokes had the paladin grunting as seed spilled over his hand and splattered his belly. Anderson's sated body sank against the mattress, the sound of his ragged breaths loud in the empty room. Eyes fluttering shut, the paladin envisioned Alucard pulling back, a smirk on his face far too satisfied for what had just occurred. He lapped a trace of the priest's seed from his lips before giving a wide and toothy grin.

 

End.