A/N: Another chapter! This one's pretty short, but I pumped it out in two days! YIPPEEE! This may feel OOC to some, and if so, please let me know.

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"That's it, Master." The last loop of my name finished its course, and I set down the pen.

"Very good. The rest of the evening is yours, Alucard." I heard the creaking of leather and the sigh of cloth as he stood, and then he was simply gone. The warmth of his presence vanished, gone like it had never been.

Now for the rest of my unfinished business. I picked up the receiver on my phone, and hit the speed-dial for operations. Walter ought to be there. It rang once, and then Walter's familiar tones sounded in my ear.

"My lady?"

"Has Officer Seras returned from tonight's extermination?"

Walter grunted, and I heard the crackle of a radio. There was some shuffling, and the faint murmur of his voice as he spoke into the wireless system.

"Senior Officer Seras Victoria has indeed reported back to base." He said it with satisfaction, like he received the utmost pleasure from providing me with this information. Walter was always like that, so happy to serve.

"Send her to me."

"Of course. Right away."

I hung up the receiver, and folded my hands on my desk. Now, how am I to do this? Shall I let her admit it, or shall I attack the issue right away?

I'll simply confront her, and then chastise her.

And what if I'm wrong, and she doesn't see me as any more than her commander? No, I'm sure of it. The time she told me I wasn't hard to look at, when she squeezed my hand, when she was so emotional, when we were writing the documents… It was so obvious. Why didn't I see it until now?

A knock at the door announced my planning time was over. "Come in."

The door creaked open, and then shut with a quiet click. "You sent for me?"

"I did." I sighed, and placed my hands about shoulder-width apart on my desk. "Officer Seras Victoria, step forward." I waited for a second, and assumed she had done so. "It has recently come to my attention that you have some unacceptable emotions for someone in command. Is this true?"

"Yes, Sir." A muted response. My eyebrows shot up in surprise at such a truthful answer. That was not what I was expecting.

"The relationship between commander and soldier is of loyalty and trust. This can sometimes be mistaken for feelings of love, or even lust. That simply cannot be tolerated. I don't know if they were lax about this in your previous occupation, but here in Hellsing it will not be acceptable." I stood up. "Understood?"

"Yes… I just can't help it, Sir! They're so amazing! They have such courage and bravery, and they always know what to do in complicated situations, they always keep their cool, and they're so… cold, and untouchable. I just want to… I want to…" She gave a frustrated sigh.

I smiled, pleased at such praise, but I quickly resumed my stony air. "What is it that you want to do, Miss Victoria?"

I felt her lean over my hands, which were still firmly planted on my desk. One was still in a brace, and my back still ached. Funny… I didn't really notice until now.

She smelled of freshly washed sheets and mint. I parted my lips to tell her to back away, and she must have taken that as an assent.

Seras kissed me.

Her lips were soft, the barest pressure against my own. She made a small noise in the back of her throat, a quiet mewling. I stiffened in surprise. Good Lord! I-… I didn't know what to think. I couldn't think… My whole world shrank to the feel of her moist, velvet mouth against my own. I fought it, beating my traitor brain into submission. "Seras," I said through our pressed lips.

"Yes?" A familiar tingle ran down my spine, the power that announced his presence flooding the room. Seras seemed oblivious.

"Move!"

"What?" She pulled away, but only a little, her voice carrying more surprise than question.

"She said MOVE!" It was somewhere between a hiss and a roar. Seras gasped as she was rudely jerked from in front of my face, the wind of her passing sending a tremor through my hair. There was a loud thump, and the crash and tinkle of glass. "What have you done to her, you pathetic excuse for a corpse?" His anger rolled over me in crushing waves, and I was not even the focus. Seras must be terrified. I suppose it serves her right. That was inappropriate.

"Alucard, calm down. Now, Seras, explain yourself." I sighed, my lips still tingling from the recent attention. I can see why the first kiss is such a monumental event. It's not bad, I suppose. I just never expected to receive mine from a woman.

"Please, Sir. I can't explain." That's strangely familiar. I raised an eyebrow.

"Is that so?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Well, then, I shall simply have to confine you to your quarters until you feel otherwise." I sighed, and rested my chin on my loosely folded hands. "We'll continue our discussion at that time. Dismissed."

"Yes, Sir." There was the crunching of glass, and the door opened and shut.

An uncomfortable silence settled in the room. Suddenly, the glass snapped and crackled. The noise grew louder and louder as he came closer, until his presence beat on my face like the sun. How can he be so cold, yet give off such heat? I don't understand. "Master?"

"Yes?"

"How shall I punish her?"

"You won't. She's just a confused girl." Even I knew I was wrong. Seras was a woman. We both knew that, yet, I didn't really grasp the full meaning of it. A woman. I remembered the way her hips moved under that outrageously short skirt, how her breasts were full and round, how her waist narrows… the smooth transitions of her curves… Dear God, what has gotten into me?

"No, Master. She has overstepped her boundaries. I cannot let that go unpunished. I am simply asking you for your opinion on how it should be done."

I smirked. "And If I order you not to?"

"Then you will be overriding your previous order to 'train her well.' I will then, of course, train her as well as I see fit."

I leaned back in my chair. I knew that whatever came out of my mouth he would carry out, to the letter. What does she deserve? Latrine detail? No. It's not… it's not fitting. Kiss a man? No. That's not really a punishment. I remembered her soft lips, and the small wonder of a kiss. To share that with a man… My mind, of course, conjured up the most prevalent man in my life: Alucard. My mouth twitched, and I fought to maintain my expression.

A soft growl sounded from in front of me.

If I still had eyes, they would have widened in dread. He was reading my thoughts! That bastard!

"Want to find out?"

"Alucard…" It was a warning. There was the pressure of a hand on the side of my face, and then his mouth was on mine.

This was different. This kiss didn't hold any sweetness, just power. Power and heat. His lips massaged and explored my own, mashed tightly against mine. The hand on the side of my face slipped around to behind my head, angling my face and pressing me closer. I stood still, as I had done for Seras, and enjoyed this new sensation.

He pulled away, and I could almost see his smirk. "That's what it's like to kiss a man, my Master."

"Tell me, Monster, what is it about losing my eyesight that seems to make everyone think that it is appropriate to take advantage of me, hmm?"

He grunted.

"Exactly. It is not appropriate at all. Now, please leave."

"What about Seras?" Suddenly, he was all business. Hmm.

"I trust your judgment. Just no physical harm, please."

"As you wish." He faded away, until I was alone.

My God… This place is going to Hell!