Author's Note: I do not own Hellsing or make any money from this story.
Words in (mean Integra's inner dialogue)
Integra sat in the back of her Rolls Royce and shut her eyes forcefully. She was fuming, her hands shook and clenched unconsciously.
She reached into her jacket pocket and snatched a cigar. Gritting it between her teeth, she quickly lit and exhaled.
The car pulled away from Cheddar Village promptly while she watched the trees pass in the dimness and tried to calm herself.
Taking deep breaths she took in the recent proceedings. According to her vampire, the girl was held captive by the target, threatened with rape and number of other horrible things. She was given the choice of the true death or the undead and chose Alucard. Integra knew that brainless girl wanted him, wanted to be like him, with him, one with him (what woman wouldn't...her mind whispered) and he was oh so pleased to oblige her.
She bashed her fist against the armrest with new vigor. This whole situation was offensive.
Integra knew she had to compose herself fully before arriving back at the estate. Even if her mental shields were intact he could always see it in her eyes. She knew this was what he wanted. He wanted her to feel jealous and worthless. She would not expose her feelings to him so easily
Integra sat behind her desk doing controlled breathing exercises Walter had taught her. Breathe in through your mouth, out through your nose...mouth nose...mouth nose..."This is absolute rubbish!" She yanked her side drawer out and grabbed a cigar while reaching in her jacket to find a lighter.
The snap pop and scent of a match being struck caused her to lift her head to find a flame waiting.
"That was quite a display of control Master." There was a taunting smile set on his lips.
She narrowed her eyes at him, but leaned forward anyway despite her annoyance. Once her cigar was lit she straightened her back and rested her eyes on Alucard's, "Sit down servant. We need to further discuss your recent actions."
He looked down on her from his position in front of her desk. "Hmmm Master. What is left to discuss? You stated we keep her or she will be silenced. I assumed you would be content, I will no longer have much time to distract you while you work." His smile spread wider across his face, "Is that not what you complained about incessantly?"
Integra shifted slightly in her chair (breathe in the mouth, out the nose... try to remain calm and collected)."You did this without my consent. Hellsing needs no other vampire agents. Now we must feed her, clothe her and train her. Did you not give any consideration to what my orders would be on the matter?"
"But the police girl has great assets. Even you should be able to recognize that Master." His smile spread to an impossible degree. Integra's eyes widened in anger at his baiting comment.
She knew he wanted her to react.
She knew it would be a wrong move.
She knew she was going to do it anyway.
"The Police Girl?" she hissed. "Now you've given her a silly pet name? And I know nothing of her assets Alucard. I do not look for such things in my soldiers." She stood and walked around her desk to face him. She snatched his tie in her hand and jerked him down so they're faces were inches from each other.
"I am your Master...or have you forgotten every event of the previous decade? This is a betrayal of trust." Her voice was dangerously low and her eyes were blue fire but her heart slammed inside her.
He held her gaze while his smile remained the same, "Jealousy suits you Integra." He took an unneeded breath while leaning forward slightly, "And your anger is intoxicating."
His words brought a brief prickle to her skin. A flash of teasing words and deliberate actions from over the years slashed through her mind and it made her still. She felt every delicious fleeting touch he had given and all the lonely nights spent in her sheets wishing he were there between them. Underneath her anger was the ache for her monster she could scarcely admit to feeling.
This recent (in her furtive opinion) infidelity was something she had never thought probable. It stung her to the core. A passing mental image of Alucard touching (a hand running teasingly up her thigh) that pathetic girl yanked her back to the present.
Integra took a strong drag on her cigar and blew the smoke directly into his flawless features. He chuckled darkly and his grin faded.
"You realize my Master that in your elevated state you've let your precious mental shields down. I cannot only sense but also caress your every thought. I can taste your desire." His face drew even closer, their noses almost touching. His hand came up to seize her face as he spoke into her lips.
"I grow tired of toying with you Integra. After all these years and you still cannot speak your wishes aloud."
Her stomach was unexpectedly in her chest accompanied by a horrible sinking feeling...How could she have been so stupid? She felt shame wash over her. Alucard knew how she truly felt. He saw how she cherished the memories of every time he touched her and every look overflowing with dark promise he had given her. The game was up and she saw it reflected in his eyes.
Integra decided she had two options: be foolish and deny the lot or give in and confess.
She attempted to pull away and compose herself but he used his hold on her jaw to slam the back of her body into the desk. His hands then rested on the furniture at either side, pinning her to the spot. She felt his body bear down on hers as the breath was knocked out of her chest. She became aware of a frenzy of incredible longing running though her veins like an inferno; it was taking control... burning away the entirety of her self-discipline and restraint.
She pulled her hand out and back and struck him across the face. Her breath was hitching in her throat, "I dishonor my name and my Queen for what purpose? So you can replace me with a dim witted sex toy? You bloody idiot! Of course I desire you!"
He answered her with what started as a low chuckle. She felt it begin to rumble through his chest and then explode as rakish laughter. There was no mocking in his response; it was pure dominance he exuded. It flowed off of him in waves as he drew their lips together for the first time. She tasted his control and knew she had lost, played into his hand perfectly, shown weakness for him (give in...its what you want...). His sadistic way of always manipulating every part of her being made her no longer sure of who or what was running her inner dialogue (does that really matter...)
He deepened the kiss by slowly sliding his tongue between her lips. She felt him smile when she softly moaned back into his mouth. He ran his hands from her waist down to her hips and gripped her firmly. Every move was forceful but taken unhurriedly and it made her body burn with anticipation. Suddenly she felt his lips pulling away and she opened her eyes to meet his. His eyes burned back at her and he smirked, "You taste luscious Master... and the way your body responds to my touch is enthralling...so similar to the Police Girl..."
Her hand crashed into his face again lightening fast but in the blink of an eye his arms had reached under her legs and set her roughly on top of the desk. Their lips crashed together and she panted into his mouth (need this...want this). He felt so marvelous pressing himself into her heat. She could feel him through her pants and ground against him. This is what she had fantasized about for years. She didn't want the control; didn't want to be The Iron Maiden or The Ice Queen. She wanted him to strip her of authority and make her feel diminutive and powerless. She wanted to be a victim of his fury.
She felt him explicitly invade her mind and relish at her private thoughts. "You fucking bastard..." she hissed into his mouth while his hands were everywhere at once: pulling her shirt out from her slacks, holding her hips to meet his while also running through her hair. She attempted to knock his coat to the floor and rip through the buttons on his shirt when she realized she was bound by his darkness and could not even raise a hand.
Never breaking the kiss, he spoke into her mind, "I could make you scream my name Integra...is that what you want?" She felt his hardness pulsating against her through their clothing and the delicious friction between them made her pant.
"Do you want me to fuck you Master?" His words spoken so intimately into her mind made her whimper and spread her legs in an invitation. He took this opportunity to shove her back roughly so she laid flat on the desk, giving him a full view of her flushed and inviting body.
One hand went to her throat as he leaned down and whispered into her ear, "I will make you my whore...if only for one night." As he spoke his other hand went to the front of her slacks and ripped them away swiftly. His abrupt violence sent a fresh charge of heat searing through her belly and made her back arch, pushing herself closer to his hand.
"I want my true name on your lips when you cum for me Integra." His words on her neck and the presence of his shadows caressing caused goose bumps to break out all over her body. She moaned loudly as she felt him slowly slide his finger over her folds. She bucked her hips but the hand at her throat clamped down and she stilled.
"You will have pleasure when I deem it, little impatient Integra", he growled lightly as he trailed his lips teasingly down the middle of her naked form. He deftly began playing with her swollen clit, making her gasp and arch her back further as he inflicted pain through brusquely rubbing and flicking, his gloves pulling at her sensitive skin.
She leaned forward and pulled at her shadow bonds, desperately trying to rip and tear at his fully clothed form. She watched an elegant finger leisurely penetrate her, slowly entering and exiting and she thought just the sight of his face alone would drive her mad.
She yanked at her bonds a second time, spurred on by the need to feel his bare skin against her own (you could declare an Order...COMMAND him to give you what you need...).
No sooner had the thought flashed across her mind that she felt a paralyzing force strike her across the mouth. A palm withdrew with inhuman speed. She stifled a sob as she ran her tongue across her teeth and tasted blood. She dared not respond any further, the grin on his lips was reserved for battle and it caused her flesh to crawl knowing it was intended for her.
"I am in your being...every breath you take, every moan and gasp belongs to me. I am the Master tonight Integra...