Oneshot. Do not own Hellsing.
Walter hurried himself to the cellar, free for the moment to check something. His master had been increasing his amount of Irish Whisky lately to much larger quantities and Walter was
certain it wasn't just because he was frequently receiving more guests from the round table these days.
He gingerly pressed himself against the wall of the corridor and sneaked up to the door, pressing his cheek lightly on it so as not to open it further than the crack it already was. He was
certain he'd locked it but of course his Master Arthur had a key…
He heard the tell tale cling of glass on glass and the sound of pouring liquid. He grinned and kicked the door open.
"Got'cha!" he cried out triumphantly… to an empty room.
"What the..?" he muttered. He closed his eyes and tried to listen, beyond mice scurrying behind the wall and the sound of his breathing there was nothing. Walter held his breath and
concentrated… his gut told him something was here. He always listened to his gut.
"Alucard." he breathed out slowly. When he opened his eyes a young girl was leaned against a wall, her face the picture of innocence. Walter wasn't fooled… which was to say he chose
not to be. Alucard could be very convincing when she…he… wanted to be.
The girl purred "Evening Walter." And favoured him with a coy smile, he might have almost believed he'd caught her being naughty, but the eyes above that sweet smile sparkled with
mischief.
Walter leaned on the doorframe and raised an eyebrow. "Alucard" he inclined his head formally "So just what brings a vampire to the Masters cellar at this late hour? Fancied a nightcap,
did we?" he gave her a patient smile to let her know he wasn't going to drop this topic till he had an answer.
Alucard leaned forward and gave him a big childish grin "I was just looking" she said happily, as though they were playing a game. Suddenly she scuffed a foot against the floor and
looked up at him with the smallest of pouts, her face all concern "Did I do something to upset you?" she asked the butler in a small voice.
Walter glared at her "Stop doing that." He growled at the vampire. This routine was getting monotonous; Alucard always did this to wind him up and unfortunately for Walter he couldn't
help but let it bother him. Alucard was hundreds of years old; Walter wished that he'd act his age sometimes.
The girl giggled "But Walter, then we'd both be stuffed shirts with no fun."
Walter gaped at her "Stuffed shirts!" he scoffed "I'm bloody sixteen! I know how to have fun!"
He tried to stop himself but he realised he'd fallen for that one hook, line and sinker.
The girl favoured him with a cheeky grin "Really?" she asked him with a sultry edge to her voice "Because I thought the great Walter Dolneaz was just a puppy dog, all eager to please his
master…" she grinned "So you know how to have fun do you Walter?"
The butler sighed and ran a hand over his face. "Should have seen this one coming…" he muttered irritably to himself. He ran a hand down his waistcoat to a pocket, he brought out a
slightly battered packet of cigarettes and flicked it open. He put a cigarette to his lips and seemingly from nowhere a lighter appeared in his free hand. He lit the tobacco and inhaled
gratefully… sweet nicotine, what would he do without it?
The girl raised her eyebrows "You'd keep that pretty face for longer that's for sure." She said a bit sourly. Walter smiled, the other useful thing about them was how they irritated Alucard
so. Cigars, fine, but seemingly the vampire drew a line where fags were concerned.
"They age the skin and give you lung cancer." She retorted. "Basically they're bad for you Walter. You should pack them in."
Walter drew on the fag once more and smiled fondly at her "But you don't object to the Master having an odd cigar?"
Alucard shrugged indifferently "It's his life."
Walters smile broadened and he pressed her "But they cause throat cancer and what about the whisky? Isn't that slowly poisoning his liver?"
Alucard smiled and walked up to him, she stroked down his face with a fingertip and she went onto her toes to whisper "I don't care about what he wants to do with his body, my love."
Alucard purred into his ear her eyes once again mischievous.
Walters eyes widened and his mouth went dry "What- What did you just call me?" he asked incredulously.
Alucard grinned and backed away till the darkness covered the vampires face, her red eyes glinted in the shadows.
"I called you 'love' Walter dear, does that bother you? Why should it? 'Love' means lots of things Walter."
And with a laugh she disappeared into the wall.
Walter tried to shrug off the comment that Alucard had thrown at him, but despite all he tried it still bothered him. He shook his head for the third time that evening and tried hard to focus
on finishing his tasks.
I don't care what he does to his body, eh? What does that mean exactly? Is it her way of saying 'hop into bed with me Walter, lets see what you can do'? He blinked hard and concentrated on
the task of finishing the dishes. He scrubbed harder at the pan and inspected it. It was perfectly clean, now onto the next dish. As he scrubbed at this one his mind went back to the
cellar, he'd not gotten a clear answer to his question, distracted as he had been by all the innuendo and implication. What the devil had she been doing in there in the first place?
Perhaps she knew you'd be heading there, old boy, maybe she wanted you alone. Walter scoffed; the very notion she'd be there just to catch him alone! There were plenty of opportunities to
do that – what ego, what presumption! Whatever next, would she be stripping off and joining him for a shower? Get over yourself Walter! Besides, he and Alucard were partners, it
wouldn't be right… or was that it? Was he forbidden fruit?
Walter sighed in frustration. He was thinking too hard into this. He needed a break.
Outside he lit another cigarette and inhaled gratefully. The November wind blew a chill against his hands and face, like a slap of water on his skin. Walter rubbed his hands together to
remove the cold that bothered him. He paced and fretted for a few minutes before finally, admitting the cold was getting to him, he threw the half smoked butt away and returned to the
house.
As he entered he nearly bumped into Arthur Hellsing, his and Alucard's master and Leader of the Hellsing Organisation.
"Steady on there Walter! Nearly had me over my boy!" the tall blond man said cheerfully. "Damned cold weather, eh?" he said nodding to the door Walter had just come through.
Walter smiled softly and nodded. "Indeed it is, Sir. You'll catch a chill staying out there too long."
Arthur gave a great laugh at that "Hah! I've no inclination to stay out there long tonight! I've arranged to bring some company back to entertain me - I was heading out now to get them."
Walter smiled "Excellent sir, one shouldn't hide from ones friends."
Arthur chuckled "These aren't exactly friends Walter, more 'acquaintances' if you follow my meaning?"
Walter thought about that for a moment and then it dawned on him. "Oh sir…" he whined "Not this again!"
Arthur's frowned at the butler "What the devil do you mean by that Walter!"
Walter gave his master a look of disapproval "These… 'acquaintances', Sir, I really must protest against them being in this house."
Arthur rolled his eyes "God! I can't even get a bit of fun in my own house these days!"
Walters colour rose in his own cheeks "Well, far be it from me to tell you what to do sir. It's merely that the fact of the matter is that a man of your position shouldn't be seen consorting
with those types of ladies. It's not… appropriate."
Arthur hooted "That's a good one! I have a butler who cuts through battalions of ghouls when he's not cleaning the house and an undead monster in the basement who drinks blood for
sustenance, but you think my bringing back an occasional prostitute is something I should be more discreet about?" he chucked harder at that and shook his head in disbelief. "Take the
night off Walter; you clearly need to learn to have some more fun!"
As his master left the building Walter growled "Why does everyone keep saying that to me?"
Later as he reclined in the corridor and sipped at some tea Arthur returned. The tall man had brought two ladies back with him this time. God, Walter thought, does the man have no
shame? It was quite easy to guess what would happen now, his master having given him some time off would not be ordering him to do anything but if it might hurry certain festivities
along he would probably request things with a certain emphasis.
As Arthur helped the blonde out of a sumptuous coat Walter caught an indecent glimpse of more breast than he'd ever seen exposed in his life. That and the fishnet tights… he shook his
head in dismay, and the other was even worse! A showy corset that left nothing to the imagination beneath a generous face with hair of long, flowing red curls...
A truly devilish temptation, Walter reflected sourly. His master would certainly be hurrying that one into a private room with thick walls.
"I say, Walter old chap!" Arthur called from the doorway "I don't suppose a stiff drink is out of the question, eh? Something to give a man fire on this brisk night!" he gave the ladies a
suggestive look and they giggled.
"Oh Arthur, what a thing to suggest – look at the lad! He probably needs the drink more than you!" the red head chided the Hellsing leader.
Walter blushed and looked down into his empty china cup in an attempt to mask his discomfort, but Arthur laughed at the comment. "Now, now my dear, don't embarrass the poor lad
further! Whilst we're on the topic of drink; do you two fancy a nightcap?" he offered as innocently as he could under the circumstances.
Walter had heard enough "Sorry sir, but I believe you excused me for the evening. However if you need a drink, I left some whisky in your bedchamber" he walked away from the group
shaking his head in disgust "It's where you're headed anyway." He muttered sarcastically under his breath.
"Capital fellow!" Arthur called out to him, but Walter ignored the praise. When his Master cared to act like a proper gentleman he would be treated like one.
As he emptied his tea down the sink he heard his master explaining his behaviour to the ladies "You'll have to excuse the lad, he's a fine butler but he's a bit of a bore sometimes."
Walter stormed down the level of the building and kicked open the door to the cellar. Fuming with indignation he stood in the room and tried to calm himself down, 'a bit of a bore' indeed!
'No fun' indeed! It seemed he was to be thought of as boring by everyone in the damn house just because he had a brain that he cared to listen to more than his other organs!
However that last comment aside, he did want a smoke quite badly right now…
He looked around and shrugged, lighting up another cigarette and puffing on it.
"You seem vexed" the voice of one of the prostitutes whispered from the doorway behind him "perhaps some company would relax you?"
Walter snarled and turned to tell the woman to piss off back to Arthurs bedroom, however when he turned all he saw was Alucard, the 'girl' winked at him and grinned childishly.
"Fooled you!" she giggled.
Walter nodded and replied in a monotone. "Yes. So it would seem."
Alucard leaned on the doorway and looked sympathetic. "Are you alright?"
"No, I'm not bloody alright!" Walter snapped "Between you taunting me and stalking me through the corridors and Master bloody demanding whisky and god knows what else to slake his
thirsts I never get a bit of bloody privacy!"
Alucard looked surprised for Walter had seldom lost his temper at him like this.
"Furthermore, when you think about it, is it any bloody wonder that I'm such a stick in the mud? All I do it bloody work!" he snarled at the vampire "So you'll excuse me if I don't share
your sense of humour." He finished sarcastically.
He sucked hard at the cigarette, preparing a round of suggestions for where Alucard and his Master could put their opinions about him, but before he could finish the pull from the fag
Alucard strode forward, a wicked smile on her face, and she slapped him hard across his mouth.
Walter gasped and blew the smoke out of his nose, making his eyes and nostrils sting from the fumes.
"What fierce insults Walter Dolneaz!" Alucard whispered into his ear and she grabbed a handful of his shirt and pushed him back against the nearest cask in the cellar.
"What-!" Walter gasped as the air was thumped out of him. A second later the vampire had straddled him and pressed her lips against his, muffling any further protest from the boy.
Walter was so shocked he couldn't even move, so he simply stared in confusion at Alucard as she slowly pressed harder into the kiss, her eyes sparkling with delight at his expression.
"Mmmf!"
He'd tried to say 'Alucard!' but as couldn't seem to break away from her and so it had come out as more of a cry for air. But it had gained him nothing; her lips remained locked on his,
something very cold had worked its way into his mouth and after a second Walter had allowed himself to give in to the moment.
He pressed back and twisted his head for a fuller kiss and after a few moments he nibbled at the cold tongue in his mouth, at which Alucard had pulled back with a girlish squeak and gave
him a large, pleased smile.
"You're not a bad kisser Walter, a slow learner maybe, but still! You're not bad!"
Walter had finally found his senses, he gently pushed Alucard off and gave the vampire a small smile in return.
"Not bad? Perhaps I get a little more practise in than you think?"
Alucard's broadening smile informed him she knew better and Walter scowled at her.
"I hate that about you sometimes. Mindreading spoils all my fun."
The End. R+R feedback is always appreciated.
Thanks for reading I hope you enjoyed this little piece.