AN: We've made it to 10 chapters, to celebrate this and because you've all been so good to me (apart from chapter 7), I give you smut.

However, I should warn you, I'm not great at writing lemons. And while I think this is one of my better ones, I'd like to know how it could be improved.

Once again, thank you to everyone who reviewed/favourited/story alerted, I adore each and every one of you.

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Disclaimer: Hellsing belongs to Kouta Hirano, artwork belongs to Lsayaku.

Summary: Chapter 10: A direct prequel to timeout revealing what happened between Seras and Hans on the Millennium zeppelin.

Rating: M for sexy times.

Tears

Pain from the impact of the fall was still pounding through the Draculina's body as she shakily rose to her feet, her opponent watching from nearby, politely waiting for her to stand before attacking again.

Seras cursed her Maser for not telling her anything about werewolves, or that they even existed. She had no idea how to kill him; he'd held his own in a fight against Anderson and Alucard, what chance did she have?

She could feel those red, emotionless eyes watching her from across the room, trying to figure out what she was planning. She'd start by ripping his head off; that was usually fatal.

Meanwhile, the Captain had come to the conclusion that Seras didn't know how to kill him and decided to give her a hint. His slammed his foot down on a crate next to him and its contents spilled out, the one he needed instantly caught his eye. Quickly he scooped it up and shot to her.

It took Seras a moment to realize what she was holding; a silver tooth.

She looked at the Captain, his face was blank and he was silent, but the message was clear.

End this, kill me.

Gladly, she replied, pledging to plunge it into his heart.

Both their spirits lifted, they charged at each other. They raised their arms, ready to strike at each other again, but Seras ducked at the last second and aimed for his heart. Unfortunately the Captain was too quick and side stepped, wrapping a long, strong arm around her so tightly her ribs cracked.

The air driven from her lungs as her chest was crushed, Seras let her legs flail so she could figure out what was in reach, she grazed his knees several times before using her heel to slam his kneecap into his shin.

The Captain dropped to one knee, his left leg useless, and his grip weakened enough for Seras to slip out and turn around.

His arm was still loosely around her and her face was in line with his neck, something about his scent triggered an instinct deep inside of her and she sunk her teeth into his throat.

The taste of his blood was like nothing she had ever had before, it was better than any food she'd had while human and any blood while vampire, even Pip's. It was like liquid bliss.

She could feel power surging through her, she felt invincible and she wanted more.

Eyes glowing red, she surged forward, knocking him to the ground and pinning his arms down so hard the bones snapped.

A dry gasp of pain was the first sound she heard from him as her fangs buried deeper into his flesh.

Months of tension and hunger faded as she as drank, a blissful moan escaped her. The man under her however, was no so pleased.

He was losing blood quickly and his strength with it. He knew if he didn't act fast he was dead.

The grip on his wrists was like a vice, but he struggled against it, more bones breaking and splintering until one hand squirmed free. He punched and clawed at her head trying to loosen her bite. When that didn't work he gave up, grabbed the back of her hair and yanked her off, a good chunk of his neck going with her.

Roaring in pain, he kicked her hard and she flew back into a crate, the impact knocking the sense back into her.

The bloodlust was gone and she was herself again, immediately on the defense but her enemy had forgotten her. He was clutching the wound on his neck and looking around frantically, like he didn't know where he was.

It took a moment for his the fog surrounding his mind to clear; he remembered who he had been before Millennium collared him, and who he had been while under their spell.

Their eyes meet again, but now his were a beautiful bright yellow, bordering on gold. They were no longer cold and emotionless, now there was fear and relief.

"Thank… you," he said, clearly struggling to get the words out and suffering when he did. His voice was deep but hoarse from disuse.

He left quickly, leaving a very confused vampire behind. Whatever else happened to him tonight, he wanted her to know he was grateful.

"You're welcome?" She said; if he had been human he wouldn't have heard it.

He raced to the upper levels of the zeppelin, glancing at the sea of blood and death heaving outside as he searched.

"Schro… dinger," he tried to call out, voice cracking and pain ripping through his throat. He coughed trying to get the muscles working, the wound had healed but it wasn't the problem, his body needed time. But he didn't have much time, if any.

"Schrödinger," he called again.

The catboy could literally be anywhere and Hans could very easily be too late to save him, but that wasn't going to stop him from trying. He remembered the Major advising Schrödinger to find high grounds before the attack on London so he sped to the upper floor and sniffed the air, catching the scent of the boy's blood.

Right on the edge of a platform overlooking the burning city was Schrodinger's tie and a knife stained red with his blood. The werewolf's hands were shaking as he bent down to pick them up.

Since the day Schrodinger was made, Hans had looked after him. The Doc had no interest once his experiment was complete and handed him over to the werewolf. Even with the chip, the instinct to care for the baby had broken through.

Hans helped him take his first steps, cheering when the child did, he taught him how to read and write, educated him on the proper way to treat a lady and desperately tried to tell him that what was happening around them was not right.

But that was a lost battle.

He never knew the Major's plan for the boy, but that shouldn't have made a difference, he should have gotten him away from Millennium years ago. Maybe if he had…

The past started to catch up with him, the chip had repressed everything, pushed it into the back of his brain so he couldn't process it, he hadn't been able to grieve or feel remorse. He just followed orders like a good soldier, not caring what they were, but the chip was gone now, and he could feel everything.

At first it was just the loss of his sisters. Ada roaring in pain as they skinned her, Lena crying out at them to stop while they bound her wrists and ankles together, and Sofia… the last time he saw his youngest sister she was running off into the woods with two men chasing her, Hans never did find out what happened to her.

He would have screamed with them if his throat hadn't been slit.

The others slowly started to drown out his thoughts, the children murdered in front of their parents, the parents murdered in front of their children, women being violated as he just stood there, prisoners cut into like pieces of meat by the Dok, the countless people tortured by Zorin.

So many people had died right in front of him and he hadn't cared or lifted a finger to help.

He avoided killing whenever he could, but every now and then the Major would give him orders to and he carried them out with hesitation.

The screams were deafening, in desperation he covered his ears to try and block them out. It was so loud he didn't notice the soldiers coming up behind him until one spoke.

"Captain?"

He didn't turn around.

"Captain, what are our orders?"

After the Captain left, Seras stood alone in the storage room, wondering what had just happened when her vision started to blur. Sure she was about to faint the vampire leaned against a crate to steady herself, confused when she didn't feel dizzy. Then she started to see things, like a film playing in her head. Her Master had told her about that (and yet, he completely neglected everything about werewolves), when she finally did drink from somebody she would gain their memories; she had swallowed several mouthfuls of the Captain's blood. For a few minutes she wasn't Seras, she was Johann Lukas Gunsche.

There was struggling, vain attempts to kick and hit the men tying him up; finally they call in a terrifying woman with tattoos covering half her face and suddenly there is a pain so intense he can't move. They inject him with something and tell the woman to stop, but she keeps her hold on him for a few more seconds, a sick smile on her face.

When he wakes up, everything from before is distorted. He remembers, from a long time ago, two wolves watching protectively as he plays and runs with three white haired girls in the forest, but he can't recall their names or faces.

The room smells like dead flesh and there are beeping noises that hurt his ears, a man with too many glasses stabs his hand with a needle and asks if he feels the pain.

He doesn't.

They undo his restraints and he tries to move but he can't.

"Sit up," the man orders.

Against his will, he does what he is told.

When her head cleared, Seras picked up the lump of his neck she tore off and (relieved that she had no desire to eat it) kneaded until she found the tiny piece of metal the Doktor inserted under his skin, a control chip.

Some noise caught her attention, at first it was frantic running, then heavier footsteps close behind.

Two soldiers scurried hysterically into the room as Seras hid behind a crate, picking up one of the Captain's forgotten mausers. The men struggled as they pushed heavy crates in front of the twin metal doors of the room; Seras took a wild guess that they were running from-

A familiar, gigantic white wolf crashed effortlessly through the door and the useless weights and was on them instantly, he bit the head clean off the first vampire while the second shot him in the side. If he felt the bullets, he hid it well. The second died the same as his comrade; a quick, clean death. They didn't deserve one but Hans didn't want them to suffer, he just wanted them all dead and gone. There was no satisfaction from killing them, but no guilt either.

The urge to find and kill the fat little maniac responsible for all this was dangling in front of his face like a slab of meat, tempting him, trying to draw him out. But there was no point, that thing was just the shadow of a man, its mission was complete anyway, it felt no pain, no remorse, he would just be a tearing a machine apart. And worse, Hans feared he would enjoy it.

All that shame for the people he'd killed or couldn't save while under Millennium control and what was the first thing he did after escaping it? Kill.

Those things were not innocent and deserved death, but if he didn't tread very carefully he could easily become the monster the Major tried so hard to turn him into.

He stopped fighting it and let fifty years of guilt, rage and pain out.

Seras watched as the beast started roaring so loudly she swore the walls around him shook, as he shrunk and the fur dissolved into skin the roar stayed the same. He dropped to his knees and slammed his fists onto the ground, cracking and denting it as the roar turned into uncontrollable sobs.

She watched, confused and amazed, as he cried.

"Es tut mir leid," he choked out, "verzeih mir."

The vampire didn't need to speak German to know he was pleading for forgiveness, but from whom?

Fearlessly she stepped out from behind the crate and his head shot towards her, tears streaming down his face, he didn't seem to care that it was her as she walked to him.

The cold, emotionless face was gone. He looked so different now, alive and human.

His father once told him that a man should die standing, Hans stayed on his knees. He didn't deserve an honorable death and he wasn't going to try for one.

He wiped the streaks from his face and waited for her to jam the silver into his heart but she just looked at him, studying him. Finally she held out her hand, the chip that was his muzzle and cage for decades sitting in the palm of her hand.

Cautious of her, he picked it up between his fingers. Strange how such a tiny thing had so much power, his eyes flicked to Seras again. It was very tempting to crush it under his boot, but instead he tucked it into his pocket, he might need it as evidence later to convince his jury that he couldn't legally be held responsible for the past.

Assuming the Draculina didn't kill him first, speaking of which…

"Are you going to kill me?" He asked.

"Do you want me to?"

"Many people are dead because of me."

She didn't miss the way he phrased that, "you were under their control, it wasn't you. Some people might still try to blame you, but not me. You didn't answer my question."

It would be so much simpler if she just killed him, it would all be over unless there really was an afterlife. Which direction would he go if there was? Would they let him see his family, just for a minute, before they sent him to Hell?

But he wasn't ready to go just yet; the guilt was crushing, but it would pass with time and he wanted to at least try to redeem himself.

Hans shook his head.

"Then I won't kill you… unless you give me a reason," she added.

"How can you dismiss me so easily?"

"I know a monster when I see one and you aren't a monster," she held out her hand, this time offering him help.

He took it gently out of habit (she'd proven she didn't need to be treated softly) and stood up. Seras looked at their joined hands, noting his was at least twice as big as hers before she realized neither of them had let go. She released his hand quickly, taking a step back from him; he followed with a large step forward.

This beautiful woman, made by the Devil himself, had pulled him out of Hell.

Seras hadn't backed away because he made her uncomfortable, it was the opposite. He made her feel things she probably shouldn't be feeling for someone who had tried to kill her earlier that night.

"Maybe you should hide for a while; they still might try to punish you for this."

"I vant to stay with you," he confessed, touching the back of her hand, the brief contact sent pleasant chills through her.

Seras blushed shyly and was suddenly very aware of how close they were to each other, and that he was half-naked. To her surprise, she wished they were closer.

"That's… not really up to me; you'll have to ask Sir Integra."

With his mind free of the chip it was like he was seeing her for the first time, and she was divinely beautiful, something about her had him utterly enthralled.

Seras didn't understand why he was looking at her the way he was, usually when men stared at her they weren't looking at her face.

She opened her mouth to ask, then stopped and stepped onto a crate so they could be eye level. Unfortunately she still only reached his nose.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Vondering if you're an angel or demon," he said, admiring the glowing red eyes that usually put him on edge, these one calmed him.

"J-Johann-" she breathed.

He shook his head and corrected her. Johann was the name he shared with his father, to avoid confusion he was always just called Hans.

"Hans," she tried again.

"Seras," he purred and she loved the way her name sounded on his lips.

They both felt the pull, the urge to be near each other and it was overwhelming so they let it take over.

At first the kiss was calm and soft as they took a moment to savor it; Seras worried that he would taste his own blood and be disgusted but if he did he kept it to himself. The 'wolfs arm wrapped around her waist, gently this time and pulled her against him, his tongue flicked against her lip and she hesitated. He growled pleasantly when she accepted, the vibrations rocking her entire body.

Suddenly she pushed him back, hand clapping over her mouth as she stumbled away, dropping to the floor.

What had she just done?

Seras wanted it… him so badly, she had never felt anything like this; it was scaring and confusing her. Was it a side effect from drinking his blood? Some new vampire urge she hadn't been warned about? Or did she genuinely crave him?

He watched her carefully, trying to figure out what she was thinking and if he should keep his distance. Taking a risk, he knelt next to her, this time they were eye to eye. Gently, he tucked a finger under her chin and titled her head so she would look at him.

"Seras-"

He had planned to tell her that if she didn't want him that was fine, or if she needed time that was fine too. But she grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into a rough kiss before he could say anything. Lips and sharp teeth clashed as Hans pressed forward until she was on her back, growling again, Seras was surprised when she moaned against his mouth.

The werewolf desperately wanted to make her do that again and ran a hand along her hip and up to her breasts; touching them gently to ease her into it and so he didn't lose control. He could easily end up bending her over a crate and mounting her if he wasn't careful, and while he'd make sure she enjoyed it as much as he would, he didn't want to seem like a total animal.

Seras let out sweet little sounds as he stroked her nipple through the cloth but it wasn't quite what he was hoping for, he pulled his hand away and yanked off one glove with his teeth before sliding it under her blood red shirt.

For the hundredth time that night the vampire wished she was wearing a bra. Her blush burned as he ignored the buttons and pushed her shirt up until her bare chest was exposed to him, he stared hungrily at it and growled again, but this one was more… predatory.

He cupped his hand over one and paused before chuckling lightly.

"What?" She asked.

"Perfect fit," he replied.

Seras craned her head up and noticed he was right; he had big hands that were perfectly suited to her full chest. She wondered if that was some sort of sign until his mouth closed on her other breast.

New sensations sparked through her body, his touch had woken up a part of her she didn't even know was there. Want, desire, pleasure washed over her with every stroke of his tongue and graze of his fangs. She had never enjoyed a man's touch before but now she just wanted more and more of his, Seras allowed herself to relax and enjoy the moment, hands absently exploring the hard plains of his back.

He could have stayed there all night, but Seras would probably tire of that. She was disappointed when his hand left her breast, wanting more and whining at the loss, but when it started to trace around the top of her skirt she started to worry, unsure of what he was planning.

Hans noticed her apprehension but she didn't tell him to stop so when he found the button and zipper he undid them. He pushed the loose fabric up to her waist, exposing her white underwear and giving her breast and fond nip goodbye.

When he started kissing down her stomach Seras figured out what his intentions were, puzzled as to why anyone would put their mouth there, she closed her legs as best she could with him laying between them and cupped his jaw to try and pull him back up to her.

He looked at her curiously, wondering why she didn't want him there. Shy and a little embarrassed she tried to look away but he caught her lips with his, tongue sliding inside and playing with hers until he felt the tension fade.

When it did, his rough hand travelled up her soft, fair, thigh, tracing the hem of her underwear before his finger pressed against her clit.

Seras practically jumped out of her skin until she realized that it actually felt good.

"Do you vant me to stop?" He asked seriously, she hadn't punched him which was promising, but he needed to know she wanted this.

She nodded and kissed him again. The way he looked at her was so intense, so intimate that she felt completely bare, it was a little unnerving, but not unpleasant. Besides, she liked kissing him.

As the pleasure built up she started to moan and gasp lightly against his lips, he could smell the arousal coming from her now and it made his mouth water. His fingers slid beneath her underwear and dipped in the wetness pooling at her opening, spreading it up and down her slit.

She accidentally bit down hard on his lower lip to stop herself from screaming before quickly releasing it and touching the red mark tenderly.

"Sorry," she panted.

The ministrations to her nub didn't even slow down.

Seras unconsciously started rocking her hips against his hand, desperate for more friction as the ache built up and up. Something wonderful was about to happen and she was going to kill him if he stopped before it did.

Hans bowed his head to her chest and wrapped his lips around a hard, pink nipple. It was enough to send her spiraling over the edge, pleasure and sweet relief washed over her and she clamped her mouth shut to muffle the noises she made. When it was over he buried his head in her neck, nuzzling and inhaling the soft skin. While her breathing returned to normal she ran her fingers though his white hair, letting her nails scratch his scalp, he growled happily.

He wasn't sure why she had silenced herself but he didn't like it, next time would be different.

"That was… nice," Seras said, still panting a little bit, unaware of the small, pleased smile on her face. And it was her first, she debated telling him that, but that would probably lead to telling him she was a virgin. But if they were going to continue he should know.

"Hmm," he replied, kissing her forehead, her nose and finally pecking her lips.

Were they going to continue? She wanted too, but that didn't mean it was a good idea.

She couldn't explain it, but she trusted him. She knew she was safe with him and when he kissed her it made feel alive and happy, she had never felt that with anyone else.

"I've never done this before," she said, deciding to just get it over with.

The 'wolf paused for a second before he settled on his forearms to stare down at her; heat rose to her cheeks at his gaze and she looked away from him.

He had started to suspect that, and while the idea of being her first (and ideally her only) thrilled him, he needed her to be sure.

"Do you vant to stop?" He asked, not speaking until she looked him the eye.

She shook her head and he saw no uncertainty in her. Not wanting to seem like the frightened virgin, she gathered every scrap of courage she had and ran her hands down from his shoulders and along his pectorals.

His eyes went to her hands, "take them off."

Humiliated, Seras muttered an apology and let her arms drop to her side.

"The gloves," he clarified, managing not to laugh at the poor girl, "I vant to feel your hands."

Still blushing, one came off and as she was removing the other he grabbed her bare hand in his, running his thumb over it. It was small and delicate looking, but the skin was coarse, probably from handling weapons. There were faded scars on her knuckles that no human eye could see to prove she was a fighter, he kissed each of them gently before letting her go.

Still nervous about touching him, she slowly trailed her fingers aimlessly over his chest, the digits were barely even brushing his skin and it was driving Hans crazy. Her body was cool, his was warm, and the difference was enough to create a maddening burn every time they touched. She wasn't doing it on purpose, he knew that and it only made him crazier; she had no idea about the effect she had on him. He both feared and eagerly anticipated what she would do to him if she ever found out.

Hans pushed himself up on his arms, hovering over her. Seras thought he was giving her room to explore but he was putting some distance between them before he lost control and pounced on her.

"That's nice," he encouraged, closing his eyes.

Feeling more confident her hands went lower, dragging over his abs (she was surprised at how hard they were) and dipping into the edge of his pants. Her face went red and suddenly the roof became very interesting as she lost her nerve and pulled her hand away. She wanted to reciprocate, give him the same pleasure he'd given her but… she just wasn't ready to.

Hans gathered her into his arms and kissed her face and lips tenderly, trying to quell her fears and letting her know it was alright. Somehow Seras understood what he was saying without words and smiled thankfully at him.

He nipped at her lips softly and smiled playfully right before he dragged his tongue over her cheek.

She shrieked and smacked his side lightheartedly as he chuckled.

"Bloody… dog," she said.

Anytime someone called him that it made his blood boil, but when she did it… somehow it was a compliment.

Feeling oddly bold, her hand crept into the back of his pants, following the curve until she had a grip on his rear and gave it a squeeze, not surprised when she discovered he went commando. He raised his eyebrows, curious and impressed. She just smiled and shrugged despite her pink cheeks.

A part of the roof crashing to the ground reminded them that the room was on fire and slowly falling apart. Neither particularly cared about the danger, they'd survive even if the entire zeppelin collapsed onto them.

Hans rose to his knees between her legs, removing his other glove and giving Seras a clear view of the impressive bulge in his pants.

"Vhat do you know of mein kind?" He asked, slipping off her right boot.

"Werewolves? Nothing, I didn't even know they existed until tonight." The left boot followed.

Figures they wouldn't tell her, Hellsing dealt with vampires now.

His hand glided up her thigh until it reached the hem of her stocking, he wrapped his hand around it and pulled it down her leg, deliberately dragging his bare skin over hers. It made Seras shiver.

He liked her legs, long compared to the rest of her, nicely curved with some muscle…

Wasn't he about to tell her something? Oh, right.

"'Volves mate for life, Seras." Her name sounded so good when he said it. "Ve find our lover and stay vith them until ve die."

"What if you choose wrong?" She asked, enjoying the way he massaged her thigh so much that the other implication of what he said flew right over her head.

"Ve don't," one hand moved higher up her leg while the other worked off her skirt.

Despite his attempts to placate her, she still worried. "I'm not a werewolf, what if want somebody else?"

That was highly unlikely, but she didn't want to hurt him.

He leaned forward to whisper in her ear, pressing his bulge against her center. She gasped and pushed into it, trying to relieve the pressure he had slowly been building in her.

"After tonight, you vill never vant another man," he promised, his hot breath tickling her.

There was no part of her that doubted that.

His nose traced the shell of her ear and licked the soft skin under it, making his way to her neck, searching for that spot that would drive her wild.

Seras took a breath to clam herself and grabbed the belt of his pants; the button was already undone so she cautiously pulled down his zipper, her eyes almost rolling into the back of her head when he found a sweet spot on her neck.

She let out a soft oh and Hans started sucking and licking relentlessly, eager to leave a mark and making her squirm and squeak under him. His hand reached into his pants and pulled out his hard length, physically aching to be inside her.

The only barrier left between them was her underwear, there was a quick ripping sound and Seras looked down to see a scrap of white material in his fist.

She gave him a disapproving glare; he just shrugged and rubbed his shaft along her slit, groaning at how wet she was. Seras was surprised when she didn't panic at the intimate contact and at the size of him.

They moved against each other, Hans breathing heavily at the new sensations bolting through his body as he coated his arousal with her juices until he couldn't take it anymore.

"You're sure?" He exhaled, eyes glowing gold in the dim light.

She nodded, tongue darting out to lick her lower lip, God how he wanted to bite it.

As he positioned himself, she grabbed his broad shoulders and noticed his rapid heartbeat, he was nervous.

"Do it quickly," she told him, bracing herself and moving a hand down his firm chest, letting it rest over his heart.

He kissed her forehead and thrust in.

She was so tight it almost hurt him, the 'wolf swallowed another growl as the soft warmth surrounded him.

Seras burrowed her face into his neck and her nails into his flesh. It hurt like hell for a few seconds as her muscles stretched to accommodate him, then it was just uncomfortable, then it was fine.

Huh.

Then it hit her, she was a vampire, she had a higher pain tolerance now and when she was hurt it healed almost instantly.

Hans examined her closely to make sure she was ok, she just looked confused, definitely not the reaction either had been expecting. She nodded at him approvingly.

The werewolf started off slowly for both their benefits. She was so small and so tight and he was, not to brag, well endowed. Hurting her was the last thing he wanted to do especially since he had spent most of their time together beating her up, he didn't want her to think he was a brute.

Seras, unsure of what she should be doing, just laid there for a moment. Timidly, her hands started to wander, stroking up and down his back, nails digging in when he grazed against a spot inside that made her quiver.

Her skin tingled with heat as a fire rose inside her, burning white-hot between her legs.

A sound that was somewhere between a moan and a sigh came out, Hans gave her a long, deep kiss, sliding his hand under her thigh and moving it to wrap around his waist. She brought the other leg up, making him sink deeper into her, her mouth dropped open against her will and a choked cry escaped. It was building up inside her again, the hot pulsing ache, only this time was bigger and much more powerful and she knew it was because of him, he was the only man who could do this to her.

A primal instinct took over and she moved her body against his, desperate to reach her climax. Hans let out a pleased grunt when their hips collided, his heart beating wildly.

Their chest's touched lightly each time he plunged into her, his hot skin brushing against her aching tips, teasing them to the point of madness. Like an itch you wanted to scratch but couldn't because it was always just out of reach.

The loose floor crumbled under his grip as he tried to hold off the inevitable.

"Seras…" He rasped.

Feminine pride bubbled in her; this powerful, gorgeous man was coming apart because of her, she was doing this to him.

"Say it again," she breathed as her hands moved to his waist, urging him to increase the rhythm, the ache inside building to breaking point when he did.

"Seras," he repeated with a raw growl in his throat. Finally his hand went to her breast, thumb rolling over the hard peak.

She clawed at his back, whimpering and mewling as her hips started to buck uncontrollably.

Oh, God…

Seras arched against him before her body stiffened and screamed his name when ecstasy rocked every inch of her, their bodies pressing together tightly, warm, hard muscle against cool, soft flesh.

The sounds she made and the way her heat clenched around him set off Hans, he threw his head back (literally) howled out his release. If Seras hadn't been so distracted it would have startled her but she just panted and writhed under him, aftershocks crashing over her, throbbing between her legs as her muscles went limp.

As they caught their breath's he managed to stop himself from collapsing on top of her and rolled to the side, sure he was going to melt into a puddle. Seras heard him saying something in German and it pulled her down from her high.

She didn't regret what had just happened, but she wasn't proud either. She knew he wasn't really the enemy, but convincing others wouldn't be easy. He was a good man, she had seen it, but so many people would want him dead for the things he'd done regardless of the circumstances. Her chest tightened painfully at the thought of someone taking him away from her, the sudden rush of emotions was almost overwhelming. They had only just met but the idea of ever losing him was terrifying, it felt like… but she couldn't possibly be in-

A long, muscular arm slipped under her back and pulled her to him. Seras blushed again when she found herself lying on top of a sweaty, half-naked werewolf. He chuckled at her continued bashfulness and started playing with her soft hair. The deep stress lines in his face had smoothed out making him look younger and he had a small but content smile.

Somehow her worries faded from her mind as she smiled back, she kissed his sternum and settled on his chest, listening to his calming heartbeat.

Hans felt her drifting off in his arms, proud that he'd worn her out that much as he continued to stroke her hair. At first he wondered if he should say something to her, but decided nothing needed to be said and just enjoyed the silence with her. Besides, he was tired too; it had been a long day.

He'd given up hope of even finding his mate long ago, let alone being with her. But here she was in his arms. A part of him was sure that this wasn't real, that the Draculina had killed him and all this was a final, blissful fantasy his mind had concocted to soothe him before he crossed over.

If it was, then heaven was going to be disappointing in comparison.

Es tut mir leid. Verzeih mir – I'm so sorry. Forgive me.

Thank you for 10 chapters; let's aim for 10 more :)

And what do you think of the name I gave the Captain?