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Summary: Hans is a little possessive. Set in the same universe as Fear and Timeout.
Rating: T for implied sexual activity and nudity, I guess.
Possessive
Hans Gunsche was used to things being taken from him. Sometimes they were trivial things, like when his sisters took his toys or bullies taking his school lunch when he was a boy (he had been the runt). When he was older it was important things, werewolf hunters took his family, his home and Millennium took his freedom.
He was used to it but that didn't mean he had to like it or tolerate it. And he did not like The Wild Geese blatantly hitting on Seras. And he was not going to tolerate it.
She managed to get him under control the first few times without anyone getting hurt, explaining that they were her friends and they were joking around because they knew it embarrassed her and were just trying to rile him up.
The Geese mostly stopped after that; they were smart enough not to piss off a 6'6" werewolf.
Until the night a few of them went out to celebrate Pip recovering enough from Zorin Blitz's attack that he was allowed to drink again.
He was stumbling drunk and Seras was helping him through the house. Pip had been aiming for her cheek, honest, but she'd turned at the wrong moment and he planted a sloppy kiss on her mouth.
A white blur shot towards him as he apologized.
"I vasn't going to kill him," Hans defended.
"I know you weren't trying to," Seras said, "but you could have done it accidently so easily."
Hans sat on the couch in her/their room while she paced and yelled at him. He felt like a child being lectured.
"Pip's still hurt. And from saving my life."
He might not like the frog, but he would always be grateful to him for that.
"He kissed you."
"That was an accident."
The 'wolf scoffed, he didn't believe that for a second.
"Even if it was on purpose you can't just attack them like that, you let me handle it. These aren't Millennium vampires, people will care if something happens to them."
She was so beautiful at that moment, the anger in her red eyes, the crease in her brow; it reminded him of the night they'd met and the passion they'd awoken in each other. He ran his fingers up the exposed skin between her skirt and stockings.
Seras yanked his hat off the coffee table behind her and started smacking him across the head with it.
"No, we're going to talk about this," she said sternly when she was done.
"Vhy can't you do that vhen they touch you?" He put the hat on.
"I did when they first got here, then they stopped." Mostly. "They only started again when you showed up because they knew it would get a reaction."
Hans was baffled, what kind of idiots provoked a werewolf?
"You have to get this under control; I don't want Sir Integra to kick you out."
Didn't think of that, he realized, growling softly. He was pretty sure she only tolerated him for Seras and because they needed the extra help.
"Do you think I'll leave you for one of them?" Seras asked, trying to figure him out.
Oh, she'd hit something with that one.
"I heard them talking," Hans said, "you und he 'had a thing.'"
She was pretty sure he didn't even know what that meant, "sort of… but it's over now because I met you."
"He's human, you vish you vere too."
She cooled down and sat down next to him, almost on top of him.
"I used to, and even now I miss things about it. Food mostly, being normal. But I don't feel human when I'm around them, everything vampire about me is highlighted and I feel like a freak."
Hans gently dropped his forehead to hers, "you're not. Do they call you that?"
"No," she promised, "they tease but not in a mean way. Don't hurt any of them for it."
They were kind of nuzzling now, Hans was surprisingly affectionate.
"You know who I feel normal around?"
Hans pointed to himself.
"Exactly, and I need that. I need you."
The werewolf sighed and gave up, "I'll try to calm down."
"You can still smack them if they get too handsy," she said, "just don't hurt them."
He nodded, that he could probably handle.
Since they weren't fighting anymore, he pulled her onto his lap. The urge to get his scent and mark on her was overwhelming, Seras shook her head.
"You're such a dog," she sighed as he kissed and nipped at her neck, breath hitching when he targeted her sweet spot.
He went to take off his hat, but she caught his hand.
"Leave it on."
When he regained consciousness a little later, Pip had sobered up enough to understand what had happened and that he needed to fix things before he became dog food. His men told him the werewolf had been on a warpath and he was only alive because Seras had thrown him out of harm's way and 'wrestled the thing until he calmed down.'"
He and The Captai- sorry, Hans didn't get along, they probably never would, but Pip didn't want any tension between them for Seras' sake and because he was pretty sure the guy could swallow him whole.
The lingering alcohol in his system or the beginnings of brain damage could be to blame for what happened next, there were a dozen doors in the dungeon and he had no idea which was the one he wanted. He didn't even know which room Seras lived in, let alone the new guy.
One, two and three were locked but number four opened so he poked his head in to check it out.
They were on the couch, Seras straddling the shirtless German as they kissed fiercely. Her skirt was pushed right up to her waist so Pip had a good view of half her voluptuous rear, the other half was covered by a massive hand.
He couldn't quite tell where the other hand was, but from the sounds Seras was making it was doing something right.
Surprisingly, he wasn't mad or jealous like he thought he would be. He was just happy to watch the show. He had no idea the Mignonette had it in her.
It was hard to tell how long he was there enjoying the moans and… what sounded like soft growling or purring. Anyhow, eventually he was spotted by Seras.
"Pip!" She shrieked, jumping off Hans while covering her backside.
The mercenary grinned cheekily until he saw the death glare coming from the giant next to her, yellow eyes gleaming under the shadow from his hat.
Pip literally ran for his life.
About six months later they found a pack of (peaceful) werewolves while on a mission in North England and no matter how many times he rejected her, one of them pursued Hans. To her credit, Seras kept her cool while it was just flirting, but when the bitch tried to slide her hand up his shirt Seras lost it.
"Not a word," she growled as they left.
Hans had a smug look the entire trip home.