"Don't stand so close to me, creature.", Integra hissed at her partner, one in so many crimes she had lost count over the decade they'd served effortlessly together in the eternal war against the impure undead.

Of course the irony didn't escape either of them – Alucard simply didn't care. He had fun with it – all the time. The most impure undead creature anyone short of Lucifer had ever seen smirked a little at her discomfort and took a step – a rather small one, at that – away from his Master's ramrod stiff form.

"Something making you uncomfortable, Master?", he drolly asked in his slinking manner, knowing his voice was one of his most unwholesome aspects. Unrepentant seduction and madness dripped off his lying tongue like honey. She shivered in spite of her trim and formal attire. The night was balmy, but her blood was suddenly ice.

"You must enjoy the dungeons, Alucard. You're just begging me to reacquaint you with them.", Integra whipped back, grinding a cigar in her teeth at his prodding.

Deep belling laughter was not what she expected and cutting just her eyes over to where Alucard had his maniacal head back, fangs bared in extreme jollity, Integra was half-tempted to laugh with him. On the inside, of course. It was an idle threat – they both knew it.

"You'd like that wouldn't you, Master?", he giggled darkly out at her once the real laughter stopped. His eyes glowed a hellish crimson and in a split second she was backed up hard against the marble column by his lanky form, clad only in the dried-blood leather straight jacket and pants she'd first found him in, his waist-length black hair tangled in dusty death-knots. The rusted chains and buckles hung open on his dead white chest, covered in the only scars he still carried – the few puckered marks of Ottoman short spears taken by the long-undead Voivode of Wallachia. His wicked laughter still colored his murmuring voice in her frightened ear -

"But perhaps there's something you might like from me even more, Miss Hellsing...", he breathed down upon her where she was captured between his long, iron-strong arms, lowering his fanged lips to her craning neck and grinding his hips into her own with endless menacing desire.

A ragged breath escaped her dry lips and in that split second everything was normality once again – if anything, Alucard was slightly further away than he had been before he had called her bluff. Dressed in his usual somber Victorian fashion, he smiled blithely back at her shocked and pale face.

"Do that again and I will see you beg for death, vampire.", Integra managed to growl out in her sublime anger. Her hands were shaking on the balcony's marble railing with the nauseating mix of fury and sexual frustration. He knew what it cost her to control him, to exercise control over his demonic pestilence and power and because he knew, Alucard did everything he could to bring Integra to understand what is was to need, to desire, to crave the touch of a man – only to leave her un-sated, un-ravished and most completely frustrated. It was his most favorite game.

"Do what, Master?", he blinked his wide, mad red eyes down at her with as much false innocence as he could muster but spoiled it with a filthy laugh he just couldn't keep to himself.

Integra's red cheeks were answer enough and she stalked back into her office with stiff angry steps.

It wasn't his lusting dreams he'd picked that little scenario out of, now was it? Still smirking at his cleverness, the vampire Alucard merged with the fog rising off the midnight lawn and went out to roam the night.

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