Blood, Sex, and Rock-n-Roll
AN: Guess what? I'm not dead! I can't promise speedy updates to any particular thing, though I have ideas. (But I'll try to update at least one thing once a week.) This is a little piece for my own amusement and will have at least two more chapters.
WARNING: This has an actual sex scene. =O
Seras Victoria laughed drunkenly as she stumbled across the length of the tour bus to drop herself provocatively in Alucard's lap, draping her arms around his neck and pressing her quite generous amount of breast into his chest with a purr. "Master, my Master. Such a pretty thing." One of the blonde's hands rose to caress his cheek, her blue eyes unfocused and glazed with pleasant dreams.
The raven haired man upon whose lap she sat grinned wickedly, his canines prominent and deadly in his mouth. One of his hands – encased in a white leather glove – trailed up the girl's side in a possessive manner as he crushed her pliant form against the hard steel of his own. "I do believe you're drunk, little Seras." His voice dripped like liquid honey as he nuzzled the girl's invitingly arched throat.
From the front of the bus a throat was cleared meaningfully, and his garnet gaze lifted, peering between soot black lashes at the sternly frowning figure of another blonde, arms crossed over her chest and an imperious look upon her regal features. His brows arched inquiringly as his other arm came up to wrap around the petite thing's waist to cage her in, a half seen smirk curling his lips in challenge. The other growled – quite impressively at that – and the light of the bus gleamed on her round spectacles. "Not where I can see you!" She spat, features pinching in disgust, "and you shouldn't take advantage of her being intoxicated, either." She was quick to add when she saw his muscles tense under the obscenely tight material of his pants, readying to stand and carry the completely willing victim off to the bedrooms beyond.
"Perhaps you should have thought of that before offering to share." He admonished mildly, standing nevertheless and smirking as Seras' legs dutifully encircled his own waist to keep her balance, "You know what she's like when you let her have a sip." He leered rather suggestively, and barked a laugh as Integra's cheeks flamed nearly as crimson as his eyes.
"Just try not to make too much noise." Another male voice called calmly from the driver's seat, Walter half turning his head to glance at the pair with amused violet eyes, "and it's your turn at the wheel in another hour." The youthful man's face was set in a neutral expression of only half minded interest as he resumed staring out the windshield at the deserted road. They were on their way to their next gig, and due to … circumstances, it was only the four of them that lived in the bus and took turns driving, no other staff available for such personal interaction with the band.
"Walter! Don't encourage them." Integra admonished as she grumpily got to her feet and made her way to the front passenger seat to keep him company while the vampires did their thing. If they used her bed again…
'Jealous?' Alucard purred into her head, reading her thoughts. He laughed and turned on his heel to carry his little pet out of sight of the fuming woman and the blandly amused temporary chauffer. Kicking the door shut behind him, his gleeful gaze lit maliciously on the door to Integra's room in consideration before shifting to the (hideously pink) chambers of his kitten. "Remind me to make you repaint this monstrosity when you're sober." He quipped dryly as he threw the girl onto her bed and with a flick of his wrist, her ruined clothes parted to reveal deliciously pale flesh. Seras moaned something unintelligible and buried her face in her cat shaped pillow, hips wiggling enticingly at him, the blue miniskirt tangling around her left thigh as she writhed.
He groaned, and undid his zipper with a fluid gesture, the burgeoning length of his cock springing to attention as he grabbed the blonde's ankle and yanked her down the bed, leaving the scraps of clothing behind in the middle of the mattress. She mewled, her arms wrapped around the pillow and bringing it with her, face hidden in the plush fabric, and humped against the bed helplessly, caught in the lustful thrall her pretty, pretty Master wove so effortlessly around her. He chuckled darkly and tossed her legs apart, leaving her core bare and vulnerable to his attentions. Slipping between her thighs easily, he nudged the head of his cock against the lips of her sex teasingly, smirking down at the back of her head as she cried out and bucked backwards, impaling herself upon him impatiently.
He dropped forward, pinning her ruthlessly beneath his heavy frame as he nosed the wild spray of blonde locks from her neck and trailed his tongue along the enticing flesh. She whined low in her throat and writhed beneath him, rocking back and forth in a useless endeavor to create some friction between her legs.
He growled and she stilled – pouting, he could tell – obediently as he continued to lap at the skin of her neck. "Pleeease." She whimpered, slurring slightly as she burned beneath him for his touch.
Obliging her, his fangs struck at the same time his hips thrust forwards, and she screamed into the garishly cute face of her pillow as her blood filled his mouth. He groaned, eyes closing in near-bliss as he rocked slowly in and out, taunting her with the drawn out pace, lips suctioned to her pulse point, and once still hands wandering up and down her sides. After a minute of torturing both himself and the girl, he drew back and swiped his tongue along the bloodied hickey, sealing the punctures but leaving the dark bruise as he straightened and his hands found purchase at her hips, holding her in place and speeding his pace.
She thrashed and moaned, muffling the sound into the cloth. He decided that he didn't like that, and one hand fisted in her blonde locks, yanking her back to arch her awkwardly, admiring the way her breasts thrust out and jiggled in time to his jerking hips. She screamed and lifted her hands to his wrist, wrapping delicate fingers around the appendage and hanging on for dear life as a combined anchor and attempt to lessen the merciless strain on her scalp.
"Say my name." He growled into her ear, punctuating each word with a harsh thrust, each one bottoming out so that he ground himself into her clit punishingly, sending jolts of electricity through her trembling form.
"Ah-ahh… Alucard!" She shrieked, moaning and arching away from the overstimulation, face contorted in a combination of pleasure in pain.
"No!" He snarled, and dropped her, the hand once tangled in her wild mane now wrapped around the back of her neck, smothering her ruthlessly into the mattress as he hooked his hips and thrust upward, the force of it sending her lower half into the air. "Say." He did it again and his fingers curled, claws extending from the now split tips of his gloves, "My." His grip tightened to near suffocation, cutting off all but a trace of her air, "Name!" He roared and his free hand slashed across her back in a spray of blood.
She screamed and her muscles locked as she flew off the proverbial edge she hadn't even realized she was standing on. "VLAD!"
"Yesss…" He hissed, and rode out her orgasm with his bloodied hand lifted to his lips to taste the crimson liquid, eyes half lidded in bliss. Blood and sex go hand in hand when dealing with a creature of his ilk and age.
With one last thrust he tensed and spilled his undead seed into her equally inert womb, panting and leaning over her now slack frame to lap the trails of ambrosia from her flesh.
She whimpered as he withdrew and he chuckled, tucking himself back into his pants and taking a step back to admire his handiwork; she lay there, legs draped limply over the edge of her bed, a deep purple mark on her throat and the remnants of blood on her pale skin, her mussed hair splaying out in a wild tangle around her head.
His lips curled back from his teeth and he oozed self satisfaction as he gently tossed her higher up the mattress and draped the sheet over her nude form to remind himself not to go for round two quite so soon.
"Sleep, little Seras, we have all the time in the world for more fun." He cooed, brushing a strand of hair from her face with a gentle touch, before turning and stalking from the hideously girlish nightmare of a room to rejoin the other members of their odd little band.
He licked his lips and grinned savagely as he closed the door behind him and once again eyed Integra's room before murmuring "perhaps next time" to himself and making his way to the front of the bus where he found the aforementioned blonde asleep in the passenger seat, head slumped on her shoulder at an awkward angle. He arched a brow at Walter, and the other raven haired male grinned sheepishly, nodding as they switched positions so fluidly the speedometer didn't even waver. Now settled into the driver's seat, he stared pointedly at the woman to his right, and smiled grimly as she was picked up gently and settled into the man's arms. "Put her to bed like a good boy, Walter." He purred, voice low and menacing.
There was no reply, but the younger man turned and made his way to the bedrooms to settle the other female into her bed in a more comfortable position to avoid stiff necks and stiffer tempers in the morning.
Alucard continued on for the next three hours until they reached their destination and he pulled up into the parking lot of their gig tomorrow night, locking up and pulling the sun shades – metal shutters – down before grabbing an untouched bottle of blood wine and retiring to his bed, only to find it already occupied by a still naked Seras. He chuckled and downed half of the bottle in a single swig before climbing in beside his little kitten – also naked this time – to sleep. Tomorrow would be fun.