Wild Ones

by KittySkywalker

"I came to ask you something Captain," Alucard inquired smoothly. "I'll do my best to answer it then," Pip said. "I wanted to offer you…oh how do people put it now…" the vampire mumbled to himself for a moment, "sex with no strings attached?" Pip/Alucard, eventual AlucardxPipxSeras

10. Chapter 10

Title: Wild Ones

Rating: M

Pairing: PipxAlucard, eventual PipxSerasxAlucard

Warning: yaoi, graphic smut

Summary: "I came to ask you something Captain," Alucard inquired smoothly. "I'll do my best to answer it then," Pip said. "I wanted to offer you…oh how do people put it now…" the vampire mumbled to himself for a moment, "sex with no strings attached?" Pip/Alucard, eventual AlucardxPipxSeras

Author's Notes: I'm back with another chapter! I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get this posted. But life tends to get in the way of creative pursuits. Let me just assure you all now that I have no intention of abandoning this fic. I will always update no matter how long it takes me to get a chapter posted. I love writing this story too much to let it die. And you wonderful readers! You've shown how much you love this story with all your reviews. Over one-hundred reviews! This has never happened to me you guys so thank you so very much! It's a little overwhelming, but I'm happy that this story is so popular and so well received. Please do me the honor of continuing to tell me what you think! I'm actually posting this while I'm on vacation, since I've got the time XD This is a nice long chapter for you guys (I've given up on trying to shorten them. I'm sorry). There is some plot, character development, and of course smut. But I'm trying to use the smut for specific purposes in this chapter. As always this has been proof-read, but please forgive any mistakes I may have missed. Anyway, thank you guys for all the feedback, I love it, and keep it coming! I'll see you all next chapter!

-Chapter Ten-

Smoke billowed and curled around her as she scratched the last few notes of her report down. Integra sighed as she looked at the papers that still needed to be completed. It was moments like these that made her resent her own over-controlling nature. That way she could have had a secretary to fill out the obscene piles of papers upon her desk. She shook her head slightly. Like she could ever catch a break…

There was always some new threat from creatures that existed beyond the grace of God. She knew about that very well. She had grown up with one.

Integra wasn't foolish enough to lie to herself. She feared Alucard above all else. It was her fear of him that had somehow kept her alive. She knew it was only a matter of time until Hellsing was no longer strong enough to keep him tamed, and she prayed that someone or something would prove a great enough distraction for him when that time arrived. Alucard seemed to have a nice distraction right now though. At first, Integra had suspected Alucard had turned Seras because he wanted a temporary companion. But he showed little interest in the girl, treating her more like a nuisance that had been pushed upon him rather than someone he had turned of his own volition.

Captain Bernadotte…well he was proving to be a very nice distraction. One that admittedly worried her a little. She didn't know what Alucard's intentions towards the Captain were. As far as she knew, Alucard avoided being around other men as much as he could. Walter had been his only 'friend' so to speak, and for Integra it wouldn't have been stretch to say that her father and grandfather were the reasons Alucard hated being around his own gender. But for some reason, the ancient tyrant was actively seeking out another man's company.

And then there was Captain Bernadotte himself. It was obvious he had a thing for Seras. Why he had agreed to sleep with Alucard she would never know. It wasn't her business to ponder over the personal lives of her soldiers, but with Alucard she had to take everything into consideration. So long as he didn't leave a trail of dead bodies in his wake, she couldn't have cared less. The trail of broken hearts Captain Bernadotte may leave behind him was also none of her concern. She grabbed a few files from the edge of her desk and took a deep breath.

"Alucard," she called out.

He didn't keep her waiting long, but it was obvious he wasn't thrilled to be in her presence. He liked to anger her and make her question herself, but she was well aware that he resented her very existence with each fiber of his being.

"You called my Master," he said softly, subserviently. He didn't raise his eyes from the floor like a good slave. She knew that was something her grandfather had taught him.
"I'd like to talk to you," she said evenly, "Sit down."

There was a moment's pause, one in which he didn't move a muscle, seemingly happy to stay on the far side of the room. His red overcoat was draped over his shoulders, and his arms crossed his stomach in a clearly self-protective gesture. Integra's blue eyes focused on him, unable to discern what she was seeing. Was he…was he still afraid of her?

He had been terrified when she had seen him and Bernadotte having a …not-so-alone moment together, but she had given him her explicit permission to do whatever he wanted with Captain Bernadotte. She opened her mouth to speak again, and she didn't miss how he hurried to walk over to her and sit down in a chair across from her. While she had called him for a very different reason, she licked her dry lips restlessly and began a different line of conversation. "Did you enjoy your night out with Captain Bernadotte?"
"Yes Master. Thank you for letting me leave the mansion," he replied neutrally.
"You're welcome, my servant." His red eyes narrowed ever so slightly at the title, but his lips remained sealed. "Where did you two wind up going so late?" she was curious, but she was more interested in reading his covert body language. Something had changed about him, and it appeared to be more than just him pretending to be subservient to a man he was sleeping with. She wished she could have been allowed to express a normal human desire to worry about him, but her upbringing had taught her to use him as a tool and to only care about his performance as a weapon.

Alucard shifted slightly, and then crossed one of his legs over the other to mask his fidgeting. "He took me to a nightclub."

"Have you ever been to a nightclub?"

"No," a slight shake of the head.

Integra leaned forward and placed her forearms on her desk. "Alucard tell me what's wrong."

His blood red eyes shot up to meet her gaze. "It's nothing," he said softly.

"You've been avoiding me ever since I found out. You look like you want to run away from me right now. What's happened?"

"Why do you care?" he shrugged his shoulders in bewilderment. And then he visibly tensed all over. If Alucard's heart could have beat, it would have been pounding painfully in his chest. What had he just said?! 'Are you trying to get yourself in trouble?' he silently berated himself.

The truth was, he was afraid of Integra prying into his almost relationship with Pip now more than ever before. It was one thing for her to find out that they were sleeping together, but if she found out that Alucard that he was falling in love with Pip it would be the end of him. It had been the last time he had fallen in love. He had lost everything but first and foremost he had lost her. After leaving Pip's room earlier that morning, Alucard had sat on his throne and pondered over his predicament until his head hurt. He wasn't sure he still had anything left to loose but his pride—or had that been stolen from him long ago as well?

But if his feelings for Pip were starting to venture into the territory he had always struggled with, he didn't want to find out what his next punishment from the Van Helsing's would be for falling in love again. He didn't want to handle the rejection or even the hate that Pip might come to hold towards him, but he really didn't want to know what Integra would do. He swallowed thickly, "Forgive me Master."

Calling someone else 'Master' felt like acid on his tongue. But Alucard had learned at a very early age many centuries ago to simply do what he had to in order to survive. He had time on his side after all, and when it came to his servitude to the Van Helsings, their time 'owning' him was running out.

"I forgive you," Integra said, "But tell me; what's happened? What's changed?"

It felt like everything had changed. Alucard shook his head in response, "Master I swear to you, nothing is the matter. Now may I please leave?"

"No. There's something else I want to talk to you about."

Alucard settled into his seat uncomfortably. What now? Three files were slid over to him. He picked them up and flipped through the pages, his eyes quickly reading over and absorbing the material.

"They don't look like what we've normally been dealing with, do they?" Integra asked.

Alucard read over the pages again more carefully, his dark brows furrowing slightly. "No…these aren't the attacks of a vampire with those computer chips in them. They're real vampires…low level ones but…"

Integra nodded her suspicions now confirmed. "I was afraid so," she said, "But I thought you said there isn't an underground vampire society?"

'I lied,' Alucard silently responded. While he had no time for those who eagerly wished to become vampires, assuming it was an upgrade from being human, he was the ruler of an entire species. His job as a ruler was to set an example. Most of his race—true vampires not the instant cockroaches—had gotten the message. Lie low. Blend in. Don't try to assert their dominance over humans, though vampires were naturally on a higher level.

"There isn't," Alucard finally agreed with her, lying calmly yet again, "If there are vampires in London, they've been doing an excellent job of living with humans. Until now."

"Two of the three have already been exterminated," Integra said, "But the Wild Geese and your Police Girl have been sent out to take care of the third one."

Alucard looked her dead in the eye, "You sent them out there? Against this?" He held up the files to draw her attention. "Master! Why didn't you send me? They don't know how to handle fighting a real vampire!"

"Which brings me to why I called you here," Integra smirked slightly, "I want you to begin training the Wild Geese and Seras how to fight against a true nosferatu."

Alucard blinked at her. "You want me to…"

"To oversee their drills and whatnot. I don't really care how to teach them but you need to. It's exactly as you said; none of them know how to fight against something like you. And you've told me that the artificial vampires and real vampires are very different."

"There's no comparison," Alucard said adamantly.

"Very well, then you can begin with their next training session," she smiled easily.
Alucard nodded unsurely, convinced there was an angle to this he wasn't able to figure out at the moment, "As you wish, my Master."

"That will be all then Alucard," she said, allowing him to leave at last. He simply nodded before swiftly rising from his seat and disappearing through one his portals, the fading billow of his red overcoat the only evidence he had been there at all.

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Pip quietly lit up a cigarette in the back of the transport making its way back to Hellsing. He had been awoken early, duty had called. They finally had something to do! As cruel as it sounded since innocent people wound up dead, Pip was only happy to be contracted with Hellsing if they actually had missions to go on. He didn't enjoy the lazing around the mansion unlike his men, and he wasn't even a fan of the training. He was worried that he and his men were going to get used to an easy lifestyle, when in fact their lives were now in twice as much danger. He knew for a fact that he was becoming reckless. He had slept for three hours that morning, a stupid thing to do since with this job he had the opportunity to get good rest. It wasn't like he hadn't functioned on that much sleep before. Hell, he'd even gone for three days without sleep, but he was being stupid by now allowing his body the rest it needed. He tried not to think about how spending that time with Alucard seemed worth it to a naïve part of his mind.

He took another drag on his smoke, and his men who smoked starting to light up as well. A cute little blond made a wrinkled face at the smell of tobacco making its way around the back of the transport. She was thankful that the back of their transport was open to let in some fresh air.

Pip bit back a smile. Though he was tired, the early morning mission had caused a surge of adrenaline to rush through his blood. He felt wide awake to the point of restlessness, but Pip knew… Oh, Lord help him when the adrenaline wore off… He was probably going to collapse face first wherever he may be. But for now, he simply sat quietly with the men and girl he cared about.

The boys had broken off into all kinds of conversations; ones Pip seemed cut off from because Seras sat next to him. Though Pip couldn't have been happier. He had placed his hat down beside him when he had climbed into the transport and taken a seat in the very back on one of the parallel benches. When Seras had climbed in, he had lifted his hat as a silent offer. And she had taken it! He could see her shyness, but she had willingly sat down next to him without having to be cajoled into doing it. He bit his lip to hide his smile of victory. Seras was a painfully shy girl, but he hoped she was coming out of her shell.

As if sensing his remaining eye on her, she looked up at him. Her blue eyes were clear and shining. Had the hunt awaken her senses too? Unfortunately, the vampire target had already fled and Seras couldn't track it. But there had been plenty of ghouls.

The mission had pushed a little dose of reality onto Pip. He was actively sleeping with the King of the vampires, and he was also attempting to woo the little draculina sitting beside him. If one of them ever lost control of their fangs…those ghouls…Pip would be one of them. Of course he had always known the dangers of becoming involved with either vampire. They were destined to kill him, whether they wanted to or not. Self-preservation pervaded his thoughts, but he also worried about them. And though he tried to dispel him from his mind while in Seras' presence…he was worried Alucard. For a man that had literally been beaten into his current form of submission, was it okay for Pip to keep enforcing that subservience? If Pip was honest with himself, he would have admitted that he found Alucard's arrogance and pride highly attractive. Pip was the same after all, arrogant and prideful. But Alucard was royalty in every sense of the word. Even when soaked in blood, Alucard had a grace and decorum about him that shouldn't have been possessed by a monster. Alucard was completely insane, but his elegance drew Pip in. Pip had never been taught how to act 'proper'. His mother had taught him his manners when he was a boy, but he had grown up with the knowledge that he would become a man hired to kill for money. But mostly, just for the fun of it.

Pip understood that too. While he didn't have Alucard's mania for bloodshed and death, Pip knew how thrilling fighting and killing could be. It was what made him ashamed of himself during his rare bouts of self-loathing. The rush of 'kill or be killed' controlled his life as a mercenary. Pip glanced at Seras once more who was wordlessly listening to a conversation next to her.

He indentified with Alucard on levels that frightened him. He worried about Alucard for reasons he knew the nosferatu would be angry with him for. He…he cared about Alucard. At the end of the day, he wanted to know that his lover was alright. He wanted to know that he had made Alucard forget the usual pain that plagued him even for a moment, and that he hadn't caused the vampire any more distress.

Yet at the same time, he wanted to make sure his Mignonette was alright. He adored Seras. He really did. She was everything he could want in a woman, but her innocence came close to pushing him away. He didn't want to corrupt her…but as a vampire wasn't she already tainted?

He sighed softly. He felt like his heart was being pulled this way and that, and he didn't know what to do. He wanted to be there for them both, but he couldn't lead either one of them on. It wasn't fair for him to do that.

Everyone was suddenly and violently jostled around when the vehicle they were seated in hit a series of bumps in the road. The butt of Pip's cigarette disappeared and he scowled. A high pitched shriek made all the men cease their complaints and turn to Seras. Pip glanced at her concerned.

"Seras, what's wrong?" someone asked.

The young woman opened her blue eyes and flushed at seeing everyone's attention on her. "Um…I…the-the truck is really loud," she spluttered and lied fumblingly, "It's giving me a headache."

The Wild Geese glanced at one another. They hadn't thought of that. Sure the engine of the truck was loud, and it was loud when they hit the bumps in the road but, Seras had better hearing than they did.

"Tell Jake to watch where he's goin'!" someone shouted.

Seras smiled faintly. Except for Pip, the Wild Geese treated her like a little sister to make fun of and tease. And she mentally praised the universe for letting them believe her lie. While the transport was loud, that wasn't what bothered her. The problem was the forceful vibrations of her seat were shamelessly arousing her. The shudders went right to her core, making her wet despite her efforts to think of anything else, and when they had it those bumps in the road she had climaxed brilliantly. She was humiliated to have done such a thing around her fellow soldiers, but especially with Pip sitting right next to her!
She was still having trouble being near him, a mix of her own shyness and the lasting effects of the nightmare she had suffered a few days ago. She had hoped that with her body satisfied, the vibrations would no longer bother her. She was quite wrong. Now having orgasmed once, the pleasure was much quicker to build in her center. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. She was appalled by her own behavior but her body's wants clouded her mind. She wondered if she leaned forward slightly would the vibrations hit her clitoris. It didn't work so she stayed seated like that in the hopes her lust would die out. Yet again, that plan didn't work. Seras put a hand on her face at what rotten luck she had. She finally sat upright again and bit the inside of her lip at the pleasure that assaulted her fully once more. So long as she wasn't terribly obvious, she would be able to get through this. She couldn't suppress a blush as she felt the fabric of her panties dampen.

"Is it really that bad Seras?" John asked, looking at her sympathetically.

She jumped at a hand on her shoulder, and was too surprised to resist when Pip pulled her close to his chest. As she sat to his left, he easily pushed her right ear to his chest over his heart and placed his hand over her left ear.

"Will listening to a heartbeat help?" he asked. She heard the words through his chest rather than from his mouth. She nodded her head, embarrassment and arousal making her squirm slightly.

"Excuses excuses Captain," someone taunted him.

"You just want a reason to cuddle with Seras."

Pip clicked his tongue, "I may or may not have an ulterior motive, but I do want to help my Mignonette."

"Don't mind us then…"

Pip chuckled as his men poked fun at him, but he looked down to Seras concerned. She seemed to have settled down, perhaps because a human heartbeat was soothing to her? He wasn't sure, but he hoped they were close to Hellsing for her sake.

Seras happily leaned her head against his chest. She liked listening to his heartbeat and she smiled at how it quickened the longer she rested there. His breathing was deep and even, and when he spoke it reverberated throughout his chest. His voice soothed her though she didn't pay attention to what exactly he was saying. Despite the fact that she focused on many details about him, or perhaps because she did so, she came once again in his arms. Her chest heaved with mortification and pure bliss. She found herself wondering what his reaction would be if he realized what had truly happened. Would he pin her down and ravage her right then and there? The gush of wetness between her legs told her that she hoped he would. His scent began permeating her senses. She loved how he smelled. A mix of tobacco smoke, whatever soap he used, and then his own natural scent underneath. Especially now after a mission, he had a very manly smell and that affected her as a woman. She enjoyed the feel of his arms around her, his warmth and his acceptance of her.

It hit her harder than it ever had before. She wanted him. She wanted to be with him. She wanted to be loved by him. She wanted to learn how to love him back. She shakily lifted her hands and grasped onto him. He smiled happily and pulled her closer. She guided his right arm to place his other hand over her left ear. With both his gloved hands covering one of her ears and the thudding of his heart in another, she readily closed her eyes and entered her own world. One in which only the two of them existed.

Her vaginal walls tightened once more and she lightly took the skin of his forearm between her teeth. She felt him jump slightly and she let go. She lightly swiped her tongue across his skin as an apology. She knew that normally there was no way she would have been able to do this. It was only because of her lust, and how her head was turned away from all her fellow soldiers, that she could enjoy the humiliation of her predicament and be so bold. She almost moaned aloud at the taste of his skin. And she wondered about how he would taste elsewhere.

If she ever let him kiss her, she hoped his kisses were sweet. His skin would taste wonderfully salty with sweat, proof that he was a living being. His blood would be the wine she would never allow herself to drink, but she knew he would be delicious. She opened her eyes and settled her gaze on his groin to no one's knowledge. What would he taste like down there? It was something she had never considered. She had decided when she first learned about oral sex that she would never perform it on a man. It had always sounded so gross to her, but now she found herself wanting to know his taste.

She unintentionally screamed as they hit another longer rough patch of road. Orgasm after orgasm assaulted her, her vaginal walls fluttering helplessly, her panties becoming soaked further and further. She tried to keep still and keep quiet, almost succeeding by sheer force of will.

"Pip," she groaned out despite herself. Each time she came, it was his name in her thoughts and on her lips. He pulled her close and shushed her gently, still believing it was pain roaring through her skull that tormented her so. A pain so unbearable she forgot herself and called him by his first name when in fact it was a pleasure so devastating.

"Jesus Christ!"

"What the fuck?!"

"Why the hell aren't we on paved roads again?" The Geese shouted rather annoyed themselves. They glared in the direction of the driver though he wasn't visible through solid steel. Some of their spines protested, weapons were nearly shaken from firm grasps, and a few errant cigarettes rolled around. The terrain eventually evened out and shortly after they stopped all together.

"Finally."

"You okay Seras?"

"Uh-huh," she nodded though she couldn't bring herself to look at her comrades right then.

"Take care girlie."

"Feel better Seras." The men filed out of the truck, and Pip gave them a curt nod for them to go on ahead without him.

With the engine off, the vibrations were no longer and Seras could slowly come down from her high though her body craved more. Pip gradually released her, watching her carefully to see how she was doing. Seras was more ashamed than ever without the haze of lust and pleasure.

"Captain, please go ahead. I'll be alright. I just need to sit for a minute," she said smiling nervously.

"I won't leave you cheri," he whispered, troubled that if he spoke too loud he would cause her more discomfort.

"Captain its okay," she said weakly assured him.

Pip sighed and moved to kneel down in front of her. He gently placed his hands on her knees. He was incredibly handsome. She had noticed it so many times before and tried to ignore it, but in the slightly dimmer light of the transport he was so very handsome. Strange eye patch and all, he enthralled her. He drew her in on such a basic animalistic level that it frightened her. And at the same time he grounded her in humanity.

"Do you want me to walk you to your room?" he asked.

She would have said yes, but she could feel her own moisture soaking through her clothes. If she stood up, she was sure there would be a wet spot on the back of her yellow skirt. She would never recover from the shame if he saw it.

"No thank you," she whispered. His green eye focused solely and unwaveringly on her. The warmth of his hands scalded her skin and she barely managed to suppress the desire to open her legs to him. What was happening to her? Where was good old dependable Seras who didn't want anything to do with men? What was this man doing to wear her defenses down to nothing? They weren't together, but he wanted to be with her. She was afraid of being with an older man, but at that very moment she would have done anything for him.

"Captain," she put her face in her hands, "Why do you care about me so much? I don't understand. I have nothing to give you. I'm dead." Her underlying question remained, 'What are you doing to me?'

He removed his hands from her as if he'd been burned. A spike of terror hit her heart. She prayed she hadn't finally pushed him away. Instead, he took his previous seat next to her and looped an arm around her waist. He pulled her close to him, and Seras sat still.
"You want to know why I care about you? You think using the 'I'm dead' line is going to work on me?" he asked, raising a brow, "You say that as if you don't deserve to be treated like a person. Is that what you want mon cher? Do you want to be treated like you have no will or opinion of your own?" He was challenging her. "I wish you would value yourself more Seras. You mean a lot to me."

She broke eye contact at that statement. "But why?"

Pip chuckled softly before he leaned in close and took the top of her ear between his teeth. "You want to know why I have a crush on you?" he teased, warm breathes caressing her ear and cheek.

"I-I'm serious!" she spluttered, face turning red.

"So am I," Pip whispered, "There are lots of reasons I like you cheri. I've never met anyone like you. You're young and innocent, but you're more mature than any other girl your age. You care about people even though strangers have hurt you terribly. You have a kind heart. You're a good girl. You're a strong girl, and you like to push people away, but I know that somewhere inside you want to be close to someone. I know you're lonely. And maybe I'm not the right guy for you, but we'll never know unless you give me a chance."

She was flattered and a little amazed at how well her Captain had gotten to know her though she had refused to divulge too much information about herself. Her eyes watered but she refused to sniff. "You didn't even say anything about my boobs," she joked.

He laughed richly beside her. "Okay, I'll admit it. I think you're beautiful. And I do want you." Her eyes widened at his confession. Obviously she knew it to be true, but he had never said it aloud so blatantly. "But my attachment to you is more than your breasts Mignonette. I hope you know that."

She nodded her head. He was slowly proving that to her, and it meant the world to her. But she was terrified. He was asking her for an answer. Did she want to date him or not? Honestly, though she still couldn't quite believe it yet, she did want to date him. And while she had her reservations about becoming an item with her Captain, she was much more afraid of her Master. Her Sire's scent clung to Pip strongly. It was a warning she knew instinctually. 'Stay away from him or you'll regret it.' If she said yes to Pip, she wanted to be in an exclusive relationship with him. However, she didn't want to face her Master's wrath if he wasn't ready to let Pip go. "Mr. Bernadotte—"

He lightly bumped his head against hers in exasperation. "Call me Pip, Mignonette."
"Mr. Bernadotte," she carried on strongly, "I…I'm so sorry, but I'm not ready yet."
He pulled her close and kissed her hair, and she gasped as she was pulled closer. "I've told you I'll wait for you," he said, "And I meant it."

"But what if you find someone else in the meantime?" she asked.

"You mean Alucard?"

She shrugged her shoulders lightly though it was obvious that was precisely who she was talking about.

"Mon cher, you don't have to worry about him…Do you want me to stop seeing him?" Pip couldn't explain it, but his heart ached with a ferocity he had yet to feel at the prospect of not seeing Alucard. He furrowed his brows slightly. Both men had known it was only going to be a temporary thing but…the thought of not being able to make the vampire laugh, or touch him, or kiss him, or simply be in his presence without any rules to conform to, was a thought Pip didn't want to have. It saddened him beyond reason.
"No!" Seras cried, horrified, "No, see him as much as you want! That doesn't bother me I swear!" It was a lie and they both knew it, but Seras would continue to encourage Pip to be with her Master for her own sake. She feared that if she took too long to give Pip what he wanted, he would resent her for also asking him not to see Alucard. And if her Master found out…she could only imagine what he would do to her for getting in the way.

Pip nodded slowly, "Alright. But I do care about you Seras. I…je t'aime."
"Huh?" Seras asked, "Mr. Bernadotte, I don't think I understand." She had never learned French. Had he just said…?

"It's probably better that you don't understand Mignonette," Pip said, thankful that his slip of the tongue in his native language hadn't given him away too much. But even if it had, hopefully it would help Seras understand the depths of his feelings without freighting her. But what he seriously needed to spend some time thinking about was how he felt about Alucard. He blinked to clear his thoughts and smiled softly down at the young woman before him. "I'll walk you to your room."

"No! It's alright—" She was cut off as Pip looped one arm around her back and the other under the backs of her knees. He easily rose up and Seras gasped at the sudden change in height. She tried to pull her skirt down, a distinct spot of cold from the exposure to air forcing her to blush furiously. She had never been carried bridal style before, and she was nervous about him dropping her, but excited at the same time. She hesitantly wrapped her arms around his neck and placed her chin on his shoulder. "Captain wait! Your hat."

"Hmm? Oh right," he said and turned around though he refused to place her back on the ground. She leaned down and swiped his hat off the bench before placing it carefully atop his head. "Merci Mignonette," he grinned widely, flashing his white teeth at her.

She wanted to comment on how smoker's weren't meant to have such white teeth but refrained for fear he would drop her and walk away. She placed her arms around his neck, and though it was difficult for her to enjoy this because she was often afraid of others, she slowly relaxed in his arms. He jumped off the transport, and she was amazed at how he easily dealt with her added weight. She briefly wondered if he had had to carry some of his wounded men in the past. If so, she must have been a piece of cake.

No one was around to observe them as he carried her into Hellsing. She was thankful she could not sense any crimson eyes on her, but she had a suspicion that her Master often watched her without her noticing. She focused instead on Pip's warmth, how he thawed her cold form.

"Mr. Bernadotte…I do like you," she confessed again. She had said it before when he had brought her lunch that one day. Her feelings for him were continuing to grow.

"Oh?" Pip smiled happily.

"Y-yes," she stammered, "You…you can be very sweet when you want to be. Though I don't like it when you call me stupid and try to grab my breasts when your men are around."

"My apologies Mignonette," he chuckled.

She drew her delicate brows together, "But I hope it's just you showing me the typical negative attention to prove that you like me."

"I'm too obvious," Pip dramatically lamented, "My crush knows I like her. I'm gonna die from the shame!"

She lightly hit him on the shoulder. "You're too old to have a crush," she protested, though she couldn't help but laugh at his antics.

"Oh? Then what do I have on you?" he asked.

"I don't know," Seras whispered, "But I do know that you're a good man. You care for your soldiers like family. You're loyal and dedicated to your job. You're very brave too. I suppose you have to be, to be with Master. And you've been there for me when I needed someone. Thank you." She lightly hugged him around the neck, and anxiously waited for his response. It was a tight squeeze, bringing her close to him. She smiled happy that her confessions hadn't backfired on her.

While Pip was positively elated that Seras liked him and liked different things about him, he disagreed with some of the things she said. He wasn't a good man. What good man would willingly accept money to fight and kill? What good man would be tempted to not take the money and fight and kill anyway just for the fun of it? And as for Alucard…well at the beginning, Pip had known it wasn't bravery it was an apparent suppressed suicide wish that kept him going back to the vampire. Now he wasn't sure what it was that made him want to keep seeing the Count.

He gave a light shiver as he descended the staircase to the basement of the mansion. Seras didn't notice the cold. His footsteps thudded loudly as his boots hit each stone step. When he reached the bottom, Seras pointed him in the right direction. He kicked the door open and walked over to her open coffin-bed. He gently set her down on it and leaned down to bring himself closer to eye level. "There we are. Safe and sound. How's your head cheri?"

"Fine," she lied, "Better now I'm back inside. Thank you, but you didn't have to carry me." She should have said that earlier when she was actually in his arms, but an apology was better late than never.

"It was my pleasure," he smiled.

She bit the inside of her lip as those words came from him once more. Why did his voice have to sound so sexy when he said that? Why did he have to look so sexy when he said that? She pressed her knees together as a wave of heat traveled down to her center. She wanted him. He was so close, and he was in her room with her alone, and surely it wouldn't be that bad if they…

"Seras?"

"Yes!"

"Are you sure you're feeling alright?" Pip gently pressed a hand to her forehead.

"I'm fine," she laughed nervously.

Pip gave up after a moment, her skin feeling as cool as always. He leaned forward and pressed a lingering kiss to her rose colored cheek. As his scent hit her, she wanted to grab him by the hips and pull him down on top of her. She did no such thing.

He pulled back and looked her in the eye. "Rest well Mignonette. I know the sunlight is difficult for you."

"Yes, I will Captain. Thank you."

He smirked widely at her, "My pleasure."

Oh he was a right bastard this one…

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Pip smiled nearly dreamily as he saw his bedroom door. Beyond that door was his own little haven in the grandiose mansion. He could get some real sleep now, be well rested for the following day. Missions seemed to be assigned in clumps. He wondered if vampires gained confidence upon hearing about each other's attacks, and figured they could do the same thing and openly feed on humans. He had a suspicion there might be another ghoul annihilating assignment the next day. Pip yawned loudly as he trudged to his door. He could hear the boys in the common room and deiced to let them be. He'd wake up for dinner…most likely because they would ask him to cook it. Their excuse for forcing him to cook was the simple fact that he was French. That and the food the boys cooked tasted like mud. Unfortunately, Pip had unwillingly sampled mud in the past. He grimaced at the memories of the battlefields he had known and instead looked forward to a good bout of sleep. After spending some time with Seras, he realized he had a lot of thinking to do. But that would need to happen later. He opened his door, yawning once more, cursing that his adrenaline rush had already worn off. He almost tripped over his own two feet when he saw a certain someone sitting on his bed.

"Alurcard?!" he hissed, "What are you—"

"Captain you back?"

Pip spun around, a nervous sweat forming on his skin. "Uh, yeah."

"Sir Hellsing wants to see you later. The old geezers are coming over."

"Again?" Pip asked despairingly, "Fine. I'll be out later."

"Kay."

He slammed his door shut and locked it firmly. He leaned his back against it and his heart thudded in his chest. He let out a nervous breath, before taking in many more. His nervousness quickly morphed into annoyance with his insatiable lover. He glared at Alucard before opening his mouth to promptly give the nosferatu a piece of his mind. However upon taking the time to properly look at Alucard, no words left his lips. Alucard wasn't wearing any clothes while sitting atop his bed. He had his legs drawn up to his chest and crossed, covering himself, while he lazily laid his chin atop his forearms that rested upon his knees. There was something on his head that…kind of looked like dog ears. Pip blinked forcefully.

Nope, they were still there.

"What are those?" Pip asked flatly and quietly.

"Come here and find out," Alucard offered silkily, grinning wide enough to reveal glinting fangs.

"Stay right where you are," Pip said, holding his hands up in a familiar gesture for Alucard to stay put, "I'll right back." Pip hurried into the adjoining bathroom desperately needing to relieve his bladder.

Alucard narrowed his eyes as Pip quietly shut the door behind him. He could smell it on Pip, and it sickened him. The Frenchman's clothes stank with the multiple releases of his fledgling. And yet to Alucard's elation and confusion, he didn't smell the scent of Pip's lust. What the hell had that stupid little girl done? Hump his leg like a bitch in heat? Well, Alucard had decided that if that was what Pip wanted he'd be more than happy to oblige him. The dog ears had been a deliberate choice once the scent of his servant's passion had assaulted him. Alucard was more than willing to be the one Pip mounted whenever he felt like it.

He gracefully rose from the bed and opened the bathroom door slightly. Pip had taken off his jacket, scarf, and hat, and was washing his face, neck, hands, and forearms. Alucard watched him silently, admiring the way the water from the sink rolled and dripped off Pip's handsome features. Alucard was standing on Pip's blind side, the patch over his eye not letting the younger man know he was there. It was only until Pip turned to grab a towel that he noticed the nosferatu leaning on the doorway.

"Merde!" Pip jumped, "I didn't hear you…How long have been standing there?"
"Just now," Alucard replied honestly.

Pip stared at him for a long moment before he raised his soaking wet hands and flicked the water onto Alucard's face. "Shoo," the mercenary demanded him.

Alucard squeezed his eyes shut and wrinkled his nose. He ran his gloved hands down his face removing the droplets of water and walked back to the bed. He patiently sat on it as Pip came out of the bathroom and stood facing him. Alucard was a little vexed at how far away Pip was standing from him.

"I guess you don't need an invitation to get in," Pip said softly.

"Are you unhappy that I'm here?" Alucard asked.

"It's not that," Pip assured him at once, and it was true. He was very excited that Alucard had surprised him in his room. "I know what you want. I mean look at you," Pip motioned to how Alucard had nothing on, "And I want it too, I swear. It's just…my men are down the hall. The whole reason I took you out last night was so that we wouldn't get caught. Count please understand, I can't risk them finding out."

"But I was in here last night with you," Alucard pointed out gently, "And I was good, wasn't I? I didn't make any noise. I promise I won't now."

"You were amazing last night," Pip admitted softly, shifting his weight from leg to leg. Pip rubbed the back of his neck in confusion. He had just put Seras to bed, talking with her about all the reasons he liked her, and now here he was yearning to sleep with her Sire. He was too conflicted to say 'yes' right away, but as hard as he tried to muster up the will, he didn't have it in him to say 'no' either.

Alucard supposed he should have left, but his natural instinct kicked in and he stubbornly refused. If he could wear Pip's defenses down just a little, maybe he could start to sway the mercenary's affections over to himself instead of the Police Girl… In his mind, the best way to wear Pip down was to overwhelm the Frenchman with his presence. If he could continue to worm his way into Pip's heart and mind, then maybe he could come closer to winning Pip's love. He slipped off the bed once more and slowly walked over to where Pip was.

"I'll be good. I promise," Alucard said silkily, "You can do anything you want and I won't object. I thought I proved that to you last night." He leaned in and nuzzled against Pip's throat. "Do you want to know why I have dog ears?"

Pip nodded, his breath stolen from him as soon as the vampire started touching him. Alucard smiled slightly. Pip was a man of action, he believed in what he was shown not what he was told. If the Frenchman needed to be shown what Alucard was promising him, the vampire had no problem doing so. Alucard fluidly sank to his knees and rested his hands on Pip's slim hips.

"I did it to show you that I'm your bitch. And you?" Alucard snaked a hand up inside Pip's shirt, tracing well defined muscles and peppered scars. "You're my bastard," Alucard grinned.

Pip looked down at him and couldn't resist running his hands over Alucard's strong arms. "Am I now? Sounds a little insulting if you ask me," Pip said, his voice and legs shaking ever so slightly.

"So then reprimand me," Alucard said bluntly, "I'll never turn on you, and I'll unquestioningly do anything you say. You can make me walk on all fours beside you. You can keep me on a leash. You can fuck me whenever and wherever you feel like. You can lock me in a room by myself for humping your leg. Make me come all over the floor and then rub my nose in it so I won't do it again. Reach your hands between my legs whenever you feel like it because you can! I'll be your bitch, your dog, your pet as long as you want me. And you'll be my keeper, my trainer, My Mast—"

A palm of a hand was placed firmly over Alucard's mouth halting his words. Pip was panting, already growing hard from Alucard's offer. But what he had been about to say, Pip refused to hear. "Do not ever say that word around me," Pip demanded, "You want to be kinky? Call me Captain. But do not ever call me your Master."

Alucard looked up at him surprised at Pip's vehement denial of the title. He nodded and Pip moved his hand to cup his cheek. Pip didn't fully understand why, but he hated it when Alucard called someone else 'Master'. It was none of his business that the vampire had been tamed, but Pip wanted Alucard to be his own Master as terrifying and lethal a prospect as it was. He couldn't articulate why it bothered him so much, or why he felt so strongly about it, but it was true. "Okay," Pip finally agreed, "We can start meeting in here if you want. But you have to be quiet."

Alucard smiled radiantly and rose from his knees. "I will. Not a sound."

Pip looked up at him slyly, "Well, I don't want you be totally silent. I do enjoy your moans and pleas for more."

Alucard shifted, a bit flustered. "I'm not that noisy, am I?" he asked anxiously.

"All the time," Pip replied flatly, "And I fucking love it. Hop on the bed."

Alucard eagerly sat down on the bed and watched as Pip wandered over to stand in front of him. Pip raised his hands and rubbed his fingers together keenly. First thing was first…the dog ears. Pip looked carefully and he couldn't see a headband or anything else to secure them atop Alucard's head. He reached out and hesitantly and lightly grasped an ear in each hand. His hold faltered for a moment when the ears twitched on their own and were incredibly warm. "There attached?" Pip whispered breathlessly.

Alucard nodded and smiled up at him. "But don't pull on them. It hurts if you do that."

"Okay," Pip said, a nervous but excited layer of perspiration beginning to cover his skin. He gently rubbed the canine ears and admired the soft downy black fur that covered them. They stood up straight; they didn't flop over like some breeds. Pip licked his dry lips, "How are you able to do this?"

"I have a hound as one of my familiars," Alucard said.

"The big black dog with the red eyes? Wait…You ate a dog?" Pip asked incredulously.

"Unfortunately it wasn't seen as a dog at the time. The people who encountered it thought it was a specter, a harbinger of death," Alucard said, biting his lower lip at the very pleasant sensation of someone gently rubbing his ears.

"I don't understand."

"Pip have you ever read 'Hound of the Baskervilles…?" Alucard smiled widely.

Pip froze. "It's the hound of the Baskervilles? You ate and have the hound of the Baskervilles as a familiar? I…I thought that was just a story!" Pip blabbered, his still exhausted mind barely able to comprehend such weighty information.

"So was Bram Stoker's 'Dracula'," Alucard said conspiratorially, a sly grin gracing his handsome face, "The fictionalization of a historical figure. That's what it was meant to be anyway. But here I am…and Stoker got a lot wrong. I have to say that."

Pip stared at him unmoving, unable to process what was being said to him. He half-sat half-collapsed onto the bed next to Alucard. He reached up slowly and carded his fingers through Alucard's jet black hair. It was just as soft as the fur on the dog ears, but it felt much more natural and familiar in his hands even as it wound around his fingers on its own and purposefully hid the vampire's natural human ears. "Will you tell me someday?" Pip ventured, "Will you tell me what happened and what didn't?" Alucard squinted at him slightly, and he feared for a moment the nosferatu was reading his thoughts searching for an ulterior motive. Pip didn't have one though, he was simply forever curious about the man who sat next to him.

"If you want me to," Alucard responded at last. Had his dead heart been able to thunder away in his chest, it would have. Pip wanted to know more about his past? He knew the Frenchman was curious about him, but he had always thought it had more to do with Alucard witnessing the progress of time rather than anything else. He hoped that Pip wanting to get to know him a little better may have been a sign that Pip was becoming more attached to him.

Pip smiled slightly and nodded, "I'd like that." He looked down briefly and jumped off the bed dramatically as something black wiggled on his bedspread. "What the fuck is that?!" he hissed.

"Huh?" Alucard looked behind himself puzzled, "Oh my tail!"

"A tail..? You have a tail?" Pip whispered.

"Yeah, I thought dog ears and a tail. Do you not like it?"

"Is the tail attached too?"

"Yes."

"It's fine," Pip said tensely. He could handle it. He was sleeping with a dead man anyway, so what was the harm in dog ears and a tail? "Just don't bark at me. If you do, I am very well leaving. I don't care how horny you get," Pip warned him.

Alucard chuckled softly, "No barking."

"Okay," Pip breathed in deeply, finding the bizarre changes to Alucard's appearance only more arousing. "Turn around and let me check out that tail." Alucard crawled onto the bed fully, and settled onto his hands and knees. For the strangest moment, Alucard did look like a dog. A canine of the finest genetic quality, a purebred, a show dog fit for admiration. Pip crawled onto the bed behind him and was presented with a glorious view of Alucard's ass.

"You have a really nice ass. I wish I had an ass like yours," Pip blurted, giving each taut cheek a firm squeeze.

Alucard let out a single laugh before he stifled his mirth. "Pip," he said in a mildly condescending tone, fully aware it was Pip's fatigue doing the talking, "You do have an ass like this. You have a gorgeous ass. Especially when you wear those blue jeans of yours. However, I think you need some sleep."

"I wonder whose fault that is," Pip said dryly, quirking an accusing eyebrow when Alucard looked at him over his shoulder.

"I'll take full responsibility for that," Alucard said, not sorry in the slightest.

"Will you now?" Pip asked, more to himself as he focused his gaze onto that softly wagging tail. He encircled the base with his right hand and ran his hand down the length of it. It was full and bushy like a herding dog's tail, the fur black and coarse, different from the velvety fur on Alucard's dog ears. The tail fascinated him more than it should have—it should have disturbed him! He could vaguely see where Alucard's spine had grown what human beings had left behind long ago.

"Hold on a second," Pip said, and slipped off the bed. He walked to his nightstand and rummaged around the small drawer. Pip flicked his emerald gaze to Alucard who was looking curiously at the drawer. "I brought some things home with me," Pip smirked, "Plus I've always kept my lube in here."

Alucard licked his lips eagerly and wondered what Pip was going to try next. He was quickly distracted when warm lips pressed against his. He opened his mouth and a warm tongue pushed inside. Alucard suckled and firmly licked Pip's wet muscle, small noises of pleasure already escaping his throat. Pip was such a good kisser. 'Is it because he's French?' Alucard pondered for the first time. He almost laughed at how stupid a thought that was. A Frenchman who was good at French kissing…who would have thought?
"What are you laughing at?" Pip asked, as he pulled away.

"I'm sorry," Alucard said, biting back a snigger at his own ridiculous thoughts, "I'm not laughing at you." Pip quirked a brow in a clear demand of an explanation. Alucard looked to the side, and said, "I just thought that you were a really good kisser. I wondered if it was because you're French…you know French kissing?"

"Wow…" Pip said monotone, nodding slightly before chuckling despite himself and rolling his eye. "Next time I won't ask."

Alucard laughed himself before he was stopped by those addictive lips again. Pip quickly moved to kiss his way along Alucard's jaw line, down his throat, until he lightly bit a pale shoulder. "You're a really good kisser too," Pip whispered. He moved to Alucard's dog ears and gently took one between his lips. It flicked involuntarily at the attention, but could not escape as Pip ever so slightly bit down on it. Alucard whimpered and tried to duck out of the way of the painfully pleasurable nip. "And you're sexy," Pip continued, his shame having abandoned him for the moment, "But you're Romanian. You speak the fourth romance language, don't you? Everyone forgets, but it should be a given. Maybe that's why you're a good kisser too."

Alucard laughed softly and leaned up to lick Pip's chin. "Okay, you really need some sleep," he decided, after hearing Pip's weary logic, "But not yet?" He was already hard and if he had to stop now, he was sure he might loose all control of himself.

"I agree. To both," Pip said, scratching Alucard behind the ear. He was a little let down when one of Alucard's legs didn't start twitching in response.

Pip ran a hand down Alucard's left side, stopping at his hip. Pip climbed back onto the bed behind Alucard once again. A black tail swished back and fourth eagerly, and Alucard looked behind him watching Pip. Pip popped open the lid of his normal lubricant and generously coated two fingers of his right hand. He roughly grabbed a hold of Alucard's tail with his other hand and rudely raised it. Alucard stifled a protest at the abrupt pull. He liked having the dog tail because even without clothes on, it could provide some cover for his nether regions. When Pip lifted it up and out of the way, he was left embarrassingly bare once more. And with the thick layer of lubricant on Pip's fingers, it didn't take him long to figure out what the Frenchman was planning on doing. He squirmed in place, wishing he could put his tail down again. He gasped when he felt another sharp tug.

"Pip don't pull," he begged, "It hurts when you do that."

Pip paused and looked at the vampire's eyes then back to the tail. Alucard had feeling in it? Pip yanked harshly again. "Like that?"

"Don't," Alucard whined. He tried to crawl forwards, but Pip's firm grip prevented him from moving anywhere.

"But you want me to hurt you," Pip pointed out, a cocky grin on his lips.

Alucard looked away petulantly. He couldn't argue with that…but he could force himself to act submissively just like Pip enjoyed. He had fun with it too. And he was trying to prove that he could be a good dog, after all. It was highly arousing to deliberately submit to Pip and see how it affected the mercenary. His thoughts were interrupted with another sharp tug. He spread his knees farther apart and leaned his upper body down on the mattress. His face heated at having his ass up in the air, but it was the best way to offer Pip what they both wanted. A warm chuckle sounded from behind him and something cold pressed against his entrance. Alucard let himself fully relax, and Pip's long thin fingers slid in without resistance. Alucard put both hands over his mouth to stifle his moan.

"Good boy," Pip whispered with a smile.

Then came another harsh tug on Alucard's tail. The pain traveled from the base of Alucard's spine up to his head, the agony rattling around his skull, and then his vampire nature automatically altered his discomfort into little electric jolts that settled in his hardened cock. Alucard arched his back, his tail extending the curvature of his spine. Alucard dragged Pip's pillow over to and buried his face in it. It would stifle any noises he made, but it allowed him to drown in Pip's scent. Alucard was already well aware from centuries of life as the undead that vampires were incredibly sensitive to pheromones, and Pip's were driving him crazy. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, the aroma of the younger man pervading his senses and the memories of the Frenchman's taste taunting him. He moaned as those long fingers started to stretch him, opening him up for a penetration that had terrified him all those years ago. Even in the midst of his lust, Alucard had to question why he now wanted a man to posses him so completely. Why his ass craved the ruin Pip could bring him, but also the bizarre caring the mercenary showed afterwards. His mind was wiped clean when those trigger fingers dug mercilessly into his prostate.

"Oh Pip," he cried, his back arching further and tall frame beginning to shudder.
"Bullseye," Pip grinned. He rubbed that hidden spot rapidly, enjoying the way Alucard bucked his hips every so often. But the vampire was being exceptionally well behaved, and while Pip loved foreplay with Alucard, he wasn't in the mood to make either of them wait.

He withdrew his fingers and gently shushed Alucard when the vampire began to protest at the loss. He hurriedly undid his belt and unzipped the trousers of his fatigues before pulling them and his undershorts down to his knees. He slathered more lubricant on his pulsing erection, amazed and annoyed at how the vampire could still arouse him to the point of pain even when Pip was exhausted. He lined himself up with Alucard's entrance and sputtered as a black tail brushed against his face. He grabbed it with his left hand and firmly held it to the side. Without warning, Pip pushed inside groaning at the tight warm muscles that gripped him.

Alucard moaned in turn at the sudden fullness. Pip filled him to the point of pain, but even then Alucard adored the feeling of Pip's length being too much and yet not enough when the man remained still. Again Alucard found himself very lucky to be the one receiving the mercenary's sex. Pip paused, lungs clambering for air, when he was fully seated inside the older male. He was ashamed, but he felt like he was already going to come. This hadn't happened to him since he was in his late teens. Usually, he had no problem holding back his release, but that afternoon Alucard was exciting him to the point of nearly spilling too soon.

"I don't think you know what you do to me Count," he said tensely.

Alucard laughed breathlessly, bringing his face up from Pip's pillow, "I could say the same about you." He pushed his hips back, entreating the Frenchman to keep moving. He could hear Pip's rapid thoughts perfectly clear. If Pip was worried about not lasting too long, then he actually had nothing to worry about at all. It had been a long time since Alucard had had sex on a regular basis, and a vampire's libido forced them to climax multiple times in quick succession of each other compared to human men striving to maintain one erection for a long period of time. Surely Pip had noticed that, Alucard figured. The mercenary was certainly a dedicated lover, making Alucard climax at least once before allowing himself to. Alucard glanced over his shoulder. "It's okay," he reassured Pip, "Please just move."

"Read my thoughts again, didn't you?" Pip demanded.

"No," Alucard lied quickly. He squeaked at a painful yank on his dog tail. "Yes," he amended.

Pip was a little embarrassed at how Alucard had heard what he was thinking, but he thought it was cute how effortlessly he could get the vampire to stop lying to him. He let go of a plushy tail before running his hand down it, buying himself some time to calm down a little. When it seemed to have worked, and when Alucard wouldn't stop trying to move, Pip kissed his way up the vampire's spine. He pressed his chest and stomach against Alucard's cold smooth back. Alucard sighed happily at the warmth and soft fabric of Pip's shirt, but he would rather have felt Pip's skin against his own. Pip brushed his nose against the smooth skin of Alucard's neck, the light touch forcing a shudder through the vampire.

"Ready?" Pip asked huskily.

Alucard gulped softly and nodded eagerly. Pip brushed aside Alucard's dark hair and firmly clasped his teeth down on the vampire's neck. He pushed down on Alucard's shoulders, pinning the nosferatu to the bed when he tried to raise himself at the glorious sensation of being bitten. It didn't matter that Pip's teeth were blunt and couldn't penetrate his flesh, Alucard loved it anyway. A bite was always pleasurable for a vampire, and Alucard had a feeling that this one was because of his choice of canine appendages. He had owned hunting dogs during his human years, and he knew that most male animals held onto the scruff of the neck with their teeth when breeding. That bite was Pip's beautiful acceptance of what Alucard had offered him. The knowledge went straight to his cock, and he let out a whine that sounded suspiciously non-human.

Pip barely noticed the sound as he placed his hands firmly on Alucard's hips. Thankfully Alucard had spread his legs enough to where Pip could easily thrust while still bending over the vampire and mimicking his position. He kept his teeth on Alucard's skin, lazily pondering whether he was putting pressure down on a tendon or a vein. He pulled back ever so slowly and he almost laughed at how Alucard firmly planted his face in his pillow to stifle any noise. His lover was certainly well behaved…maybe he should give him a reward later. Pip thrust back in violently and relished in the muffled scream that emanated from beneath him. But he wasn't going to allow either of them respite. He set a hard, fast, brutal, demanding pace that he didn't let up. He knew Alucard could take anything he did to him, and just once he wanted to pound into the male beneath him without worrying about the consequences.

Alucard couldn't have been happier. He'd asked to see the animal inside Pip and the mercenary was finally learning to let it come through. It was, at times, a normal desire to dominate and control another, and when Pip did it to him, there was nothing he could do to resist. Pip grunted softly with the effort of every thrust, and Alucard firmly planted a hand flat on the headboard so he wouldn't wind up knocking his head on it. Every time Pip pushed into him, he scooted Alucard forward a little. Alucard's toes curled as his prostate was repeatedly and mercilessly hit each time Pip's cock filled him. With Pip's demanding pace, there were little flickers of pain. Yet the pain was small enough that it felt just as deliciously pleasurable as anything else the Frenchman did. He would probably be sore for a little while afterwards, Pip had worked him hard at Sadisco and Alucard had come to his room earlier that morning and now again in the afternoon demanding more. He hoped there would be little flashes of sharp discomfort when he walked or sat down to remind him how thoroughly and expertly he'd been fucked. He couldn't stop moaning and he was sure he was probably letting out a few unintelligible pleas for more. He was already close to the precipice of release and he gathered that Pip wasn't far behind him.

Pip finally released his neck, rasping breathes revealing that he needed more air. The release of the pressure on Alucard's neck was slowly replaced by a little dull ache from where he surely had teeth marks upon his skin. He wished those would last, but he knew better. Instead, Pip focused his attention to Alucard's little kink for that day. He rubbed a soft flexible ear between his fingers and Alucard kept turning his head to try and get away from the touch. The ears, like the tail, were very sensitive. Another sharp yank on his tail caused his cock to throb. Alucard lifted his face from the pillow, taking in deep unneeded breaths.

"Stop," he moaned, "Oh stop…"

Pip did instantly. He stopped doing everything. He raised himself from his position draped over Alucard and looked down at the vampire anxiously. His green eye glanced over his lover looking for anything seriously amiss. "Are you alright?" he asked panting, concerned for the well being of the older male. He had sounded genuinely troubled for a moment, the tone of his voice hadn't sounded like anything Pip had heard before. To him it hadn't been Alucard enjoying the pain it was…something else. Was Pip being too rough?

"Why the hell did you stop?!" Alucard demanded, bloody tears swirling in his eyes.
"You said to stop," Pip countered breathlessly.

"I didn't mean it!" Alucard hissed, desperate for more contact.

Pip was horribly confused for a moment before it finally made sense to him. Alucard was trying to act as submissive and hesitant as he had before they'd been discovered in the conference room by Integra and Walter. Pip let out a sigh of relief. He'd seen the Count truly and horribly upset when they'd had to make the video, and Pip had decided he never wanted to see Alucard that upset again. But if Alucard wanted to play a game that had been so exciting for them both the first time…well who was he to object? He swallowed and deliberately adopted a calm expression. He leaned down over Alucard again, and vibrant red eyes excitedly watched him. Alucard could tell Pip's tired mind was finally catching on. He hummed when Pip gently rocked his hips once, tormenting them both. Alucard shifted his hips in return, wordlessly asking for more. Pip chuckled warmly and fondly. "You're a good boy, aren't you?"

"I try," Alucard whispered.

"I know you do," Pip praised him, running his hands up and down Alucard's arms, "And you're going to keep being a good boy and do what I say, aren't you?"

"But—"

"If you behave, you know I'll make you feel food," Pip murmured huskily. He reached underneath Alucard and firmly grasped his straining erection.

"Promise?" Alucard asked, turning to the side and meeting Pip's gaze. The hesitance in the vampire's deep voice drove Pip mad with want.

"Promise."

"Okay," Alucard whispered, red eyes flickering between Pip's green gaze and the lips he loved to have pressed against his own. He closed his eyes when Pip started slowly stroking him, his entire form quaking in response to the pleasure. "Please don't stop," he begged.

"You're sexy when you beg. Keep doing it," Pip demanded.

"Please," Alucard whimpered, unable to stop himself from thrusting into Pip's hand and attempt to move Pip's erection within him. He pressed a small kiss to Pip's chin after each entreaty. "Please, oh please, please—"

"Please what?" Pip goaded him.

"Please don't stop."

"Stop what?" Pip asked as innocently as he could manage.

"Don't stop fucking me. Don't stop touching me. I want you. Please give me more," Alucard pleaded with him. He licked along Pip's bottom lip, but to his disappointment Pip didn't kiss him this time.

"I didn't know you had such a foul mouth Count," Pip chuckled, recognizing Alucard never swore unless they were in the bedroom.

"It's your fault," Alucard countered, "You make me want you so bad."

Pip took Alucard's chin in his hand and forced the vampire to turn his face away so Pip could soundly kiss his way up the vampire's throat. "How bad do you want me?"
Alucard reached beneath himself and covered Pip's hand that was around his erection. He enclosed Pip's long fingers with his own and gently guided Pip to hold his turgid organ tighter and began moving both their hands up and down his shaft. "This is how much I want you."

"Very impressive Count," Pip smirked. He let Alucard continue to make him stroke his cock. He had accepted the fact that he liked the feel of Alucard's cock in his hand and the taste of him in his mouth. And it didn't bother him that Alucard was using him for his own pleasure. It was what they had agreed on after all. If Alucard wanted to use him as a tool for sex, then he didn't think he should be unhappy with that.

"You're more than just a tool," Alucard said softly.

Pip pressed a kiss to his shoulder, "Merci."

Alucard smiled, but his smile quickly faded when Pip grasped the base of his erection and refused to move his hand. The mercenary also refused to move his hips. Alucard hissed at the burning tension in his loins. "Pip come on. You said you wouldn't tease."
"Oh, I never promised that," Pip countered with a mischievous grin. Alucard bucked his hips backwards.

"Pip please…" The tension was beginning to ache and morph into actual pain.

Pip finally gave up himself. His body was crying out for sweet release, and he didn't want to deny either of them any longer. He resumed stroking Alucard and the vampire moaned luxuriously in relief. When Pip drew back once more, he pressed his face into the solitary pillow again. Pip placed his teeth against the skin of Alucard's neck again, biting down as hard as he could. The control it gave Pip and the sharp pain Alucard felt, heightened the already pleasurable sensations running through them. Pip rammed forward a low growl escaping his throat. Warm tight muscles gripped him, propelling him towards release with every violent thrust. Alucard shook as his prostate was roughly prodded, and he nearly collapsed under Pip's weight along with his own when the Frenchman swirled his thumb around the head of his erection. Pip snapped his hips forward, pinning Alucard down as the vampire wriggled beneath him. Even Alucard's half-hearted struggles turned him on. He placed his hands on Alucard's hips, dragging the vampire's pelvis back to meet his. He could feel the tightening in his lower belly, and when Alucard squeezed around him tighter than before Pip finally let go.

He buried himself all the way inside Alucard and clamped his teeth down even tighter on the vampire's skin. He generously emptied his seed inside his lover, nothing entering his mind but the euphoric relief of the tension in his groin. He moaned loudly, but Alucard was still louder. At the feeling of Pip's scalding release bathing his inner walls Alucard came hard in Pip's hand. He trembled and bucked as he rode out his orgasm, crying out into the pillow.

The Frenchman released his neck and rested his forehead against Alucard's cool shoulder, panting heavily. The world was slowly righting itself though his body was now making its limits known. Pip was shaking all over, and while a great deal of it was from the pure bliss he had just been given, it had more to do with his exhaustion. He raised himself from his position from atop Alucard and slowly pulled out of the vampire. Alucard remained where he was, still recovering from his own climax. Pip admired how Alucard clenched his toned buttocks, attempting to prevent any of Pip's spent passion from leaking back out. Pip grabbed Alucard's tail again and steadily pulled.

"Get on your back," Pip said, "Show me your belly."

Alucard resisted for a moment but at the constant ache in his spine, he unwillingly twisted himself around. He settled onto his back and winced when Pip didn't let up the pressure on his tail. Pip furrowed his brows at how Alucard's legs were bent and firmly closed, blocking his view. "Open your legs," he said. Alucard looked to the side and shook his head. "You've never been shy before," Pip said. He could tell by the way Alucard was biting the inside of his lip to stop a smile he was still playing their game. "Open your legs." Each word was punctuated with a yank on his tail. The vampire whimpered and finally allowed his legs to part. "Good boy," Pip whispered.

Pip easily settled himself between Alucard's legs and leaned down. He pressed a line of sound kisses up the underside of Alucard's softening erection. He smiled when it twitched, a vampire's stamina enabling Alucard to remain hard. Alucard firmly covered his mouth with one hand, the other he tentatively placed on Pip's hair. He arched his hips upwards and was rewarded by Pip taking the head of his cock between his lips. Pip tenderly licked away the traces of Alucard's release and relished in the vampire's choked moan. Pip swiped his tongue and noticed something he hadn't before. Alucard's ejaculate was still blood, but there was something different about it. It seemed…thicker than it had been the other few times he had tasted it. The copper tang continued to make him a little ill, but because it was proof of Alucard's pleasure, he was learning not to mind it so much.

When he finished, he straightened before he flopped over on his back next to the vampire. His eyes fell closed and he lay there, dazed and breathing heavily. He focused a green eye on the nosferatu next to him when he heard a soft chuckle. Alucard sat upright and looped his arms around Pip's waist and forced the mercenary to sit up as well. Pip groaned tiredly, though he didn't bother to push Alucard off. He watched silently as gloved fingers untied his boots before tugging them off and throwing them to the floor. Alucard took the hem of Pip's pants and undershorts and pulled them down his legs as well. Pip laughed tiredly, and leaned his weight against Alucard's strong shoulders when he turned back to him after throwing half of his clothes on the floor to join his boots.
"You have no idea how many times I've gotten mad at your for leaving instead of helping me get undressed," Pip confessed.

"What?" Alucard laughed, meeting his eyes and raising a dark brow.

"When you first came to my room, I wanted you to stay so you could help me get my clothes off I was so tired," Pip laughed.

Alucard laughed warmly and grasped the hem of Pip's shirt. He obediently lifted his arms and let the vampire peel his grey shirt from him. Alucard smiled appreciatively at a now equally naked Pip. "Well," Alucard said, leaning forward licking the juncture of Pip's neck and shoulder, "Maybe you'll let me undress you more often."

"I'd like that," Pip said as he buried his hand in silken raven locks. He lied back on the bed and let his fatigued muscles relax. He patted the bed sheet beside him. "Come here," Pip said. Alucard settled down beside him, unsure of what to make of this. It wasn't right to say they cuddled after sex, they didn't, but Alucard equally enjoyed the lazy moments they shared. Pip's eyes were closed again, but he cleared his throat and forced them open. "Do you mind if I smoke?"

"Of course not," Alucard said.

Pip rolled onto his right side about to lean up to grab his carton of cigarettes from the nightstand when he paused. "They're gone…" he mumbled. He blinked slowly amazed that Alucard had somehow gotten rid of his dog ears and tail in the short time Pip had his eyes closed.

"I know they made you a little uncomfortable," Alucard explained.

"Let's be honest," Pip grunted, leaning himself up on his forearm, "Forget the fact that I kill people for a living, or that I'm fucking the king of the vampires, I'm going straight to hell for fucking someone with dog ears and a tail. Isn't that bestiality?"
Alucard grinned, "No. I'm still a man. Think of it as having sex with me if I'd had a headband on or something."

"But they were attached. And they moved," Pip argued, becoming increasingly appalled at what he'd just done.

"But it's better than having sex with Baskerville himself," Alucard countered.

Pip let his head hang and gave a defeated chuckle, "I give up. I give up." He then moved over Alucard, nearly rolling on top of the vampire, again reaching for his cigarettes. Again Pip paused. He saw a glitter of gold peeking out from beneath silken raven locks. Pip gently brushed Alucard's hair back, revealing his very human ears and the little golden hoops he'd seen the night before. "You kept them in," Pip smiled, happily surprised. He met Alucard's red eyes, and saw the self-assuredness he adored.
"You asked me to," Alucard reminded him, "And I told you I would."

"Thank you," Pip smiled. He finally succeeded in reaching over and grabbing his smokes and his lighter before he settled himself back in his place beside Alucard.
Alucard admittedly missed having Pip's warmth right against him, and he wanted the man on top of him once again. However, it wasn't even for the obvious sexual reason, it was simply so that he could feel the younger and look up at him. Alucard sighed silently through his nose and wondered when exactly he had let his heart be whisked away by the charming Frenchman. He looked to the side and fixed his red gaze on Pip.

"You want one?" Pip offered, already taking out two cigarettes from the carton.

"No thank you," Alucard replied smoothly. He had never been able to pick up the habit of smoking, though he had tried on several occasions. He hadn't been able to find a cigarette that he enjoyed the taste of the smoke as it hit his tongue. The smoke itself was only annoying to his already dead lungs. Besides, smoking had changed. Smoking had evolved from something elegant, with ornate pipes and cigarette holders, to a dirty and rude addiction. Despite his inability to keep it an actual habit, Alucard sometimes splurged and bought himself a fine quality cigar. He watched silently as Pip light up his cigarette, and not for the first time he thought Pip was incredibly sexy while smoking. The way he cradled his cigarette between two fingers, the way he held it in the corner of his mouth or bit down on the filter, even how his lips pursed slightly as he inhaled the smoke deep into his lungs, were what enraptured Alucard. Obviously, he knew the dangers of smoking. Each orange and yellow stick were more years shaved off of Pip's life and more disease building up in his strong body. It was something Alucard couldn't bring himself to think about too intensely. He was still accepting and adjusting to his feelings for Pip, thinking about the mercenary dying from lung cancer wasn't something he could handle.

Pip silently watched as a flurry of micro-expressions passed over Alucard's handsome features. He wished he could guess what the vampire was thinking, but with Alucard there was never any way to tell—not even flat out asking. Pip twisted around and placed his cigarette in the cradle of his ashtray on his opposite nightstand.

"There was actually something I wanted to talk to you about," Pip began nervously.
"Okay," Alucard nodded, just as uneasy but much more adept at hiding it.

Pip sighed heavily, and settled his weight on his right forearm once more. "Did you have a good time last night?" he asked seriously.

"Absolutely," Alucard smiled, meaning what he said.

"You don't have to lie," Pip offered softly, "If you didn't like it, you can tell me Count."

"I did," Alucard assured him, at a loss as to why Pip was asking such a question.
"Okay," Pip nodded slightly, and couldn't help but run his fingers along Alucard's shoulder to his perfectly toned bicep. He was increasingly aware of an insatiable need to touch Alucard whenever the vampire was with him.

"Why do ask?" Alucard inquired, furrowing his brows slightly.

"You…you didn't really seem like yourself last night," Pip blurted, "I've seen how you normally act. I've seen you pretend to be submissive. I've seen you upset and I'm still sorry about that. But last night you just seemed…off."

"Oh," Alucard finally nodded in understanding. He shifted slightly, delaying on answering the question. "I've always been that way I'm afraid," Alucard finally admitted, "When I was fourteen, I was thrown into a country I didn't know. I couldn't speak the language. I didn't know the religion. I was punished for reasons I didn't understand at first. And ever since then, when I walk into someplace I don't know, I get…very quiet. I don't talk because I'm too busy trying to figure out how many people are around me, where are the doors, who's in front of me, is there anyone behind me? When I was human, it was simply my mind's way of helping me survive. I think now its more force of habit than anything."

Pip looked down. That hadn't even crossed his mind, but of course Alucard would be suspicious of everywhere he went. Behavior like that surely didn't just melt away, even though Alucard had so little to fear as the undead. "I'm sorry," Pip said. He felt ignorant for not even considering that that might have been the problem, instead of Alucard not enjoying himself.

"You don't have to be sorry," Alucard said, "It was a lot of fun. But it was a lot to take in at first."

Pip noticed how Alucard wouldn't meet his eyes as he spoke. A sly grin spread across Pip's face and he leaned over Alucard again forcing the older male to make eye contact. "Are you saying I managed to make the illustrious Count Dracula a little shy?" Pip asked.
"I always loved that," Alucard murmured with a smirk, "'The illustrious Count Dracula.'"

"It's very accurate," Pip said, smirking himself.

Alucard turned his head to the side, though his smile didn't fade in the slightest. "And perhaps I was feeling shy," Alucard muttered.

"Really?" Pip asked, amazed that Alucard could even feel real timidity.

"You don't understand," Alucard said, running a gloved hand down his suddenly serious face, "If I was free to do as I please, I would have done everything by now. But I've been stuck here in this fucking house! And…there's a lot I don't know about yet. Last night was the first time I'd ever been to a nightclub."

Pip's joviality sobered up quickly at the flash of anger Alucard let slip. He knew Alucard was being completely honest. After all, Alucard had been locked in the basement for twenty years, and the world had changed so drastically from Alucard's human years. Luckily, the vampire had been free to watch most of the progressions the world had made. But since the Van Helsing's had enslaved Alucard, there were a vast many things the nosferatu had yet to see or experience. There was a distinct pang in Pip's heart at the knowledge.

"You know, I'm in unfamiliar waters too," Pip said kindly.

Alucard's eyes softened slightly, "I know you are. And you don't know how grateful I am that you're doing this."

Pip wanted to point out how Alucard was making it sound like Pip was making some great sacrifice, or that he was far nobler than he actually was. Instead, he simply kissed Alucard's neck. "You're welcome. But it's my fault too. I should have led you better last night," he said.

"You were perfect last night," Alucard said warmly, "Maybe you got nervous too, but you gave me everything I wanted from you." Alucard finally looked back at him. "What's wrong?"

"I know it's not my place to ask," Pip ventured, "But…Count I think there's nothing sexier then when you're arrogant and in control yourself. I know you want me to be in control, and I know you want me to hurt you. But there are times I want to know it's still you I'm sleeping with." Pip had a hard time admitting that to himself, let alone out loud to Alucard. Yet every word he spoke was true. If he was meant to be the sadistic dominant partner, he needed a defiant man to try and dominate. Alucard helped him learn by deliberately acting overly submissive to him at first—and Pip found it highly arousing—but Pip was finding himself more attracted to Alucard's real personality.
Alucard bit the inside of his lip, inwardly celebrating what Pip wanted. Alucard loved to act submissive to the Frenchman and he hoped they could keep playing more games with each other, but if Pip wanted him just the way he was, then that was a beacon of hope. Maybe Alucard's understated and indirect seduction techniques were finally starting to work. Alucard nodded eagerly, "I can do that."

Pip sighed softly in relief. He wasn't sure what to make of anything he was feeling towards the Count, but he was glad that this confession hadn't backfired on him either. Pip glided his palm over the vampire's cold chest. "Stay?" he asked, "I want to go again, but I need some sleep."

Alucard nodded after a moment of deliberation. It was the middle of the day, and he could use a quick nap as well. Pip smiled radiantly at how Alucard wasn't going to immediately vanish. He settled down on his back beside Alucard again and glanced at his clock. "Give me five minutes, okay?"

"Sure," Alucard agreed.

Pip glanced between him and the ceiling a few times well aware of the fact that he had never actually fallen asleep around Alucard before. Slumber's gentle called pulled him in, and he was already dozing before he realized it. Alucard rolled onto his left side and quietly looked on as Pip slept. He could tell the mercenary was only in a half-sleep, one of the times that dreams crept up on the consciousness. However, Pip's rest was undisturbed for the time being. With sleep relaxing his handsome face, Pip looked very young. Alucard knew Pip was in his early thirties, well into adulthood by human standards, but practically a boy by Alucard's. He listened to the sound of a steady heartbeat and watched Pip's chest rise and fall slowly. He smiled softly and skillfully pulled the top bed sheet out from under Pip before settling it over the mercenary. Alucard wasn't able to feel cold, but he could see Pip's skin breaking out in gooseflesh.

Alucard then stifled back a yawn and closed his eyes himself. He fell into a light sleep, and jolted awake when he felt bizarre movement beside him. Alucard blinked repeatedly and stretched his jaw, fangs glinting and his tongue escaping his lips for a moment. He leaned up and looked to the clock. "Oops." It had been a lot longer than five minutes. They had slept for nearly an hour. But considering no one had come banging on Pip's door, Alucard didn't think it was a problem. What he was curious about was Pip's muscles twitching unpredictably. Alucard furrowed his dark brows and deeply inhaled Pip's scent. There was no fear or worry coming from Pip. Alucard gently brushed Pip's caramel hair back from his forehead and was surprised when the younger man didn't wake. He knew he shouldn't have, but he subtly probed Pip's mind.

'Just dreaming,' Alucard realized. And nothing bad from what Alucard could tell. He could hear the language Pip dreamed in in his own mind, and Alucard wasn't surprised when he heard French. Alucard rarely dreamed anymore, but when he did, it was always in his native language, Romanian. But then there was a language Alucard didn't recognize, something he wasn't familiar with. He figured it would be best to forget about it since he wouldn't be able to ask Pip without letting on that he had been peeking into the mercenary's psyche. Instead, he gave into his curiosity and let his mind sink further into Pip's so he could witness Pip's dream. He instantly needed to clamp a hand over his mouth as his fangs extended and his cock hardened.

They were outside in the dense trees around the Hellsing property. It was night and a cool one. Alucard had the dog ears and tail again, only this time instead of an obedient pup the vampire held the air of a vicious hunting dog. Pip was kissed roughly and demandingly, for once he was not the one leading. It was Alucard guiding them to move together. As soon as Pip was pliant and at ease in his grasp, Alucard whipped the Frenchman around and forced him to the ground. Pip remained on all fours, warm breath billowing in the frigid air. He cried out as Alucard pulled down his trousers without warning. Pip moaned as the vampire stroked his heavy erection, but he couldn't bring himself to pull away when Alucard rubbed his own erection against his ass. He wanted Alucard inside him. He wanted to know what it felt like, how liberating it could be to give someone else control. He moaned again as Alucard pressed his chest against Pip's back, dangerous teeth nipping at his skin. He felt something hard and warm press up against where no one else had ever touched him and—

Alucard couldn't take it anymore. His gloved hands traversed Pip's prone form and cold lips pressed against heated skin. The aroma of Pip's arousal began swirling around him. Alucard peeked down and beneath the thin sheet he could see Pip's growing erection. Alucard trailed cold kisses down Pip's throat to his chest. Still asleep, Pip shivered at the tantalizing touch.

He crashed awake when unforgiving teeth bit down on his right nipple. "Ow!" he yelped. He yanked on Alucard's hair to get him off. "Stop! That fucking hurts!"

Alucard didn't move away despite the pull on his hair. He released the abused bud of flesh and ran his cool tongue over it soothingly. While the contents of Pip's dream made him so hard he ached, it wasn't what he wanted from Pip. Naturally he was tempted, Pip was gorgeous and the thought of the mercenary beneath him begging for more made his mouth water, but he loved it when Pip guided him with a firm yet kind hand. If he pushed Pip just a little too far right now, maybe Pip would subconsciously remind himself that Alucard was supposed to be the submissive one by fucking him into the mattress.

Pip loosened the grip on his hair and started running his fingers through it. He should have known Alucard would be horny again when he woke up. What he didn't expect was how pleasurable it felt to have Alucard lick and suck on his nipples. He'd never really paid attention to his own before. Usually when he had sex with someone—Alucard included—he was too busy focused on his partner's nipples to even think about his. No one had ever really touched them, and he realized now with Alucard he had been missing out on even with that painful bite. Then it finally hit him.

Alucard ceased his caresses and his scarlet eyes met Pip's. Pip's entire handsome face was flushed bright red. He covered his eyes and muttered a soft curse. "You saw it didn't you?" he demanded from clenched teeth.

"Yes," Alucard admitted.

Pip proceeded to cover his face with both hands in an attempt to hide his mortification. He wished he could have crawled into a corner. He couldn't lie and say he wasn't excited by the idea of Alucard taking him, his stiff erection was proof that he most certainly was. Yet the only time he'd ever really thought about it was the previous night, when someone in the club as thought Pip must have been on the bottom. It wasn't that he didn't want to think about, he just didn't want the very man he was fantasizing about in the same room with him reading his mind when he was so unsure of what he really wanted. But since Alucard was there, and he had unwittingly presented the nosferatu with the idea, he felt obligated to offer Alucard what he surely wanted. Pip gulped softly and tensely opened his legs.

"You can if you want to," he offered, fully aware of how his voice and limbs were shaking.

Alucard shifted so he was face to face with Pip. "I don't ever want to refuse you," Alucard said gently, "But I'm going to this time."

Pip blinked in surprise, "What?"

"I've told you I'm willing to do whatever you want…and I know you don't really want this. That's okay. I never said we had to be equals in this. If you actually do wanna try it sometime…" Alucard shrugged his shoulders. "That's up to you. But for right now…" A mischievous glint came to his crimson eyes, and he began slowly kissing his way down Pip's body. The Frenchman shivered again and Alucard smiled at how it was from pure desire this time. There was no longer any uncertainty or trepidation clinging to Pip. "I think there are a few other sordid things you could be doing to me right now." Alucard winked up at him, and pushed the bed sheet down from Pip's waist revealing his hardness.

"Oh really?" Pip asked that delicious confident and cocky tone back to his voice. It was Alucard's turn to shiver at the sound of it. "Then come here."

Alucard slyly shook his head and continued to kiss his way down Pip's gorgeous body. There was nothing about Pip that Alucard disliked, the mercenary's plentiful scars included. His eyelids fell half-mast as he finally reached Pip's pelvis. He firmly took hold of Pip's erection and carefully pulled his foreskin back fully. Pip whimpered softly. He had always retracted his foreskin before sex. Always. For him it was much more pleasurable, but he'd always done that himself. To have his lover do it for him, so effortlessly and expertly, forced him to take his bottom lip between his teeth. Alucard's pink tongue slipped out from behind kissable lips and swiped across the head of Pip's cock. He moaned long and low and arched his hips up. Alucard focused all his attention on the tip of the mercenary's cock, making full use of the most sensitive place on his body. He lightly tongued the slit, already tasting Pip's precome and sighing happily. He licked the underside a little harder and Pip threw his head back exposing his throat. He pressed his lips to it in a kiss before he slowly began taking all of Pip's length in his mouth.

"Yes, suck me," Pip demanded huskily.

He placed a hand on the back of Alucard's head urging the vampire to continue. Alucard eagerly licked the underside of Pip's erection and then started sucking vigorously. Pip was sure Alucard had sucked the breath right out of him too. Alucard eased Pip's legs apart, maneuvering one to rest over his shoulder. Pip fisted one hand on Alucard's hair and the other in the sheets. His body was thrumming from Alucard's attentions, his lower belly beginning to tighten. He made the mistake of looking down and a heavy wave of heat surged down to his groin. He twitched in Alucard's mouth but he was determined to not come before Alucard this time.

"Stop," he groaned out. Alucard released him reluctantly and licked his bottom lip chasing Pip's taste. Pip took a moment to calm down but smiled as Alucard peppered his inner thighs with kisses.

"You know an easy position where you can be on the bottom," Alucard said, "I can ride you."

Pip unintentionally bucked his hips at the offer. Having a lover as sexy as Alucard offer to ride him while his head was between his legs, nearly brought Pip to the precipice of climax then and there.

"You are going to ride me," Pip confirmed with a growl.

Alucard's eyes gleamed with excitement and he swiftly moved to place himself over Pip. Pip waited until Alucard was resting on his knees, his long sexy legs on either side of his hips, to place his hands on Alucard's his thumbs atop sharp pelvic bones effectively holding him still. "Not so fast," Pip grinned, "It's your turn."

He sat upright and leaned forward running his nose along Alucard's taut muscles before taking the vampire's erection into his mouth. He enjoyed giving Alucard oral sex much more than he could have ever imagined. The nosferatu was so responsive to everything he did, that the opportunity to give unadulterated pleasure to Alucard was something Pip found unbelievably gratifying. He moved his head up and down, mimicking how Alucard had used his tongue on the underside by tracing a vein. Alucard's gloved hands rested on Pip's shoulders rubbing them softly as a 'thank you'. Pip moved his right hand from Alucard's hip to his entrance and slid in two fingers. He diligently searched for the little telltale bump in Alucard's silken inner walls. Alucard's hips bucked when he found it. Luckily, Alucard remained quiet but Pip gagged when Alucard hit the back of his throat sooner than he was ready. He recovered quickly and started sucking. Alucard panted as Pip's mouth and fingers brought him closer and closer to the edge. He could feel the tension coiling tighter and faster, his balls tightening in preparation.

"Pip," Alucard cried in warning.

Pip let him go, giving one last lick to Alucard's cock, savoring the feel and the taste of the intimate skin. Alucard's legs were shaking, but he paid no mind to that. Pip took his erection in his hand and with the other squeezed Alucard's hip.

"Move down," he said. Alucard slowly lowered himself, keeping hold of Pip's shoulders. Using his index finger, Pip swiftly guided himself inside Alucard, pushing past the tight ring of muscle and smirking at the vampire's moan. Yet he didn't let Alucard sit all the way down. Once Pip was about halfway inside he clutched Alucard hips and stopped his descent. "Stay like this for me," Pip said.

Alucard looked down though he could not actually see where they were joined, "But—"

"Trust me," Pip assured him.

Alucard glanced back up at him. Pip remained silent as did Alucard, but the Frenchman was well aware of the unspoken question passing between them. Burning crimson eyes were carefully watching him from beneath ink black lashes, eyebrows, and animated locks. Pip swallowed dryly. "I do trust you," he said at last, "I do."

Alucard's probing gaze softened as he smiled. "Really?"

"I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't," Pip replied, "Now don't be an asshole and show my why I shouldn't trust you."

"I won't," Alucard whispered. He moved closer to Pip and licked the younger man's lips. Pip cupped the back of his head and shoved his tongue inside the vampire's mouth. Alucard moaned appreciatively as Pip's tongue tangled with his own. Pip broke the kiss far sooner than he liked, but he could tell by the quirk to Pip's lips he had thought of something wonderful.

"Stay where you are," Pip commanded. He lied back down fully on the bed and bent his legs so his feet lied flat on the sheets. He grabbed a hold of Alucard's arms and guided him so they clasped each other's forearms allowing Alucard to stay balanced. Pip lifted his lower half from the bed and slammed all the way inside Alucard.

"Oh…Oh Pip…" Alucard moaned, letting his head fall back. It was just like the Frenchman to do this and Alucard adored it. Pip had used a position that was supposed to let Alucard have a little more control and had altered it slightly to his complete advantage. All Alucard could do was attempt to maintain his balance and withstand the sweet torture the younger man doled out to him.

Pip set a quick rhythm, slamming into Alucard has brutally and quickly as he could. As good as it felt to have Pip inside him again, Alucard couldn't quite ignore that Pip wasn't hitting his prostate in this position yet. Desire and frustration coursing through his veins, Alucard tried shifting this way and that to help Pip find it.

"Don't move," Pip ordered.

"But draga its not there," Alucard whined in desperation, his lower belly burning with such an intense lust it turned painful. "It's not there."

Pip furrowed his brow unsure of what Alucard was talking about before it clicked in his mind. Pip slowed his pace, his chest heaving, "Then help me hit it."

Alucard opened his legs more, forcing his trembling limbs to continue supporting his weight. He leaned forward more and when Pip thrust up, he nearly wept. Alucard's extended fangs gnashed at his tongue stifling his scream of delight. A thin red line appeared at the seam of his closed lips. He swiped his tongue across his lips catching the blood that might have spilt down. His toes curled as his hidden pleasure spot was cruelly pounded into. He was actually glad for his gloves for once, because he might have clawed Pip's forearms. Pip smirked maddeningly up at him, and Alucard couldn't do anything but let his head hang and relish the pleasure ravaging his tall form.

Pip couldn't lie back anymore; he needed to be closer to Alucard. He deftly sat upright again and put his hands on the vampire's smooth cold back. He raked his short fingernails down Alucard's spine, fine red marks blooming on his alabaster skin. Pip titled his head back slightly to meet Alucard's unfocused gaze.

"Ride me."

He chuckled when he saw Alucard's cock twitch at the command, and the vampire didn't keep him waiting long. Alucard raised himself before forcefully moving his pelvis back down. It took Alucard a few times to find a steady pace, but once he did, he rode Pip without respite. He continually slammed himself down, Pip's turgid length continuing to push into his prostate. Pip slid his hands to Alucard's ass, giving each cheek a firm squeeze. He slipped two fingers down to Alucard's already full passage and traced the stretched ring of muscle. When he was fully seated inside Alucard momentarily, he flexed upwards in his own thrust. Alucard gave a sobbing moan.

"How's that feel Count?"

"Like I'm gonna come."

"Are you?" Pip asked.

"I'm close," Alucard stated.

Pip moved one arm to loop around Alucard's midsection, forcing their chests and stomachs to press against each other. The other fisted in Alucard's black hair. With Alucard in his current place on top of him, Pip could only reach up to the base of Alucard's throat. He trailed his hot tongue along Alucard's collarbones before kissing his way down the vampire's chest. He latched onto a dusky nipple and bit down as hard as he possibly could. Alucard gasped and jumped harshly at the painful treatment. But since he loved pain along with his pleasure, raptured bloody tears gathered in his eyes. He rocked his hips down faster, his heavily leaking erection rubbing between their toned abdomens.
"The other," Alucard panted, lightly tugging on Pip's hair still in its long braid, "Do the other one."

Pip released the pressure on Alucard's nipple and grinned up at him. "This is your punishment for biting me earlier. I never told you could do that."

"Bite anywhere you want," Alucard groaned.

"Painslut," Pip taunted.

"Your painslut," Alucard corrected.

"Fucking right. Say you're mine. Say it!" Pip hissed.

"I'm yours," Alucard said, "I'm yours. Only yours. Do whatever you want with me."
At the invitation Pip bit savagely down on Alucard's other nipple. A higher pitched moan escaped the vampire's throat, but that wasn't the sound that pushed Pip right to the edge. It was that deep sensual voice letting Pip claim ownership of him, allowing Pip the naïve thought that he was the one the Alucard wanted most. And for an inexplicable moment he dearly wished that was true. He started grinding his teeth, tender flesh still caught between them and Alucard looped his arms around Pip's shoulders. One gloved hand pressed on the back of Pip's head, urging the mercenary closer before he buried his nose in caramel hair.

"Pip please…please!" he begged.

Pip freed Alucard's abused flesh with a grunt. He dragged Alucard's head down with the hand fisted in black hair and gave a bruising kiss to the nosferatu. He lapped up the copper tange of the Count's spilled blood, and poured all his want and confusion into the older male mouth.

The tension in Alucard's loins finally snapped. He arched his back and sobbed into Pip's mouth as he came, his bloody release smearing over both their stomachs. His inner walls clenched around Pip mercilessly. His orgasm hit Pip like a kick in the gut. He pushed himself into Alucard as deeply as he possibly could and came. He growled in feral manner as he shot his hot thick release into Alucard's passage. They continued to rock frantically against each other as they rode out the waves their orgasms. Alucard's body sung as did Pip's, and they both broke the bloody kiss. Pip panted for air desperately, and Alucard let his eyes fall closed as he took in rapid shallow breathes.

Pip fell back on the bed and smiled widely. "You are fucking gorgeous," Pip whispered adoringly. He ran his hands lazily over Alucard's body. "I've never seen anything sexier. Fuck you should have seen yourself…" Pip laughed when he saw Alucard's face redden as much as his vampire nature would allow. He reached up and adoringly rubbed the vampire's flushed cheek with the backs of his fingers. He hoped he wouldn't ever forget this. He wanted the image of Alucard riding him passionately with flushed cheeks forever engrained in his memory. "You're so sexy to me," Pip said smiling.

"Thank you," Alucard mumbled. He was used to having people ogle him, but to have Pip say such things made him ridiculously happy. It wasn't as if Pip hadn't said things like this before, but since Alucard's feelings towards the younger man grown it felt different now to have Pip say that.

Pip chuckled kindheartedly again. "You're welcome Count."

Alucard smiled slightly, and he noted a little chagrined that in this position he was the one who needed break contact where they were still joined. He hesitantly placed both hands on Pip's stomach and swiftly lifted himself off the Frenchman. Once Pip was no longer inside him, he tightened his muscles once again preventing any of Pip's previous release from leaking back out. Alucard brought both legs over to Pip's right side and made to flop down beside the mercenary on the bed. Unfortunately, Alucard grievously misjudged how large Pip's bed was. Rather than lounging on the bed next to Pip, Alucard wound up throwing himself off it. A painful sounding thud and a muffled 'oof!' emanated from the floor.

Pip scrambled to the edge of the bed and peered over it. He saw Alucard sprawled out on his back, rubbing the back of his head. "Ow," his deep voice complained none too enthusiastically.

Pip stifled a laugh at Alucard's incredibly rare but incredibly amusing lack of grace. Pip swept his long braid over his shoulder and let it fall over the side of the bed. "Grab hold of the rope Count," he called out jokingly with a few errant chuckles.

Red eyes opened and Alucard laughed himself. He grabbed the end of Pip's braid and sat up. "Just the lifeline I needed," he said, holding up the end of Pip's braid.

Pip scooted back and patted the mattress. "Get up here hot stuff."

Alucard climbed up on the bed embarrassed at his own stupidity. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd done something so idiotic. He sat there awkwardly, avoiding meeting Pip's gaze. Pip wrapped his arms around Alucard's waist and pulled the vampire close to him. "I promise I'll never speak of this to anyone," he reassured him, "It'll be our secret okay?"

Alucard finally let himself relax. "Alright."

"Are you okay?" Pip asked seriously.

"Of course I am," Alucard smirked easily, "A little fall like that won't hurt me."

"No I mean…are you okay?"

Alucard looked at him seriously. "Well now that you mention it," he began slowly, "I've had some mind blowing sex with this sexy sensual Frenchman I know…so I'm better than okay." Pip rolled his eye at Alucard's cheeky grin.

"Are you okay?" Alucard asked him in turn.

Pip smiled easily, "I'm good too. And I'm sorry about earlier."

"Stop saying you're sorry," Alucard said sternly, "It's okay. I've told you, I'm happy with whatever you're willing to give me."

Pip nodded unsure of what else to say. Everything was alright. Everything was back to normal with them…or as 'normal' as it had ever been. They both liked it when Pip was the dominant partner, and as strange as it was, for both of them it felt like that was how things were actually meant to be. Alucard had had a few moments of uncertainty before; perhaps it had simply been Pip's turn. He pressed a kiss to Alucard's shoulder. They both jumped at a knock on the door.

"Captain you hurt?"

"No," Pip called out, worriedly meeting Alucard's concerned gaze.

"What was that noise?"

"I…dropped something that's all," he reassured the few of his men who were outside his door.

"The fuck did he drop? An elephant?" someone asked.

"I don't weigh that much," Alucard muttered.

Pip shushed him desperately trying to hold back his mirth. Once it was obvious the men were walking back down the hall satisfied that he was fine, Pip openly laughed despite himself. "What do you think their reactions would be if I told them I had dropped you?" Pip asked Alucard softly. He shook his head immediately, "Never mind. The boys don't need to know."

Alucard kept silent pretending to be unaware of what the Wild Geese would think. He had a feeling some of them must guessed what the noise was with their minds in the gutter.

Pip sighed and shook his head before he climbed off the bed. He went to his dressers and began digging out some fresh clothes. "What does 'draga' mean?" Pip asked curiously.

"What?" Alucard asked tensing.

"You called me draga," Pip elaborated, sliding a drawer closed after retrieving his desired items, "What is it? Better not mean 'fuckface'."

Alucard swallowed nervously. Had he really called Pip that? 'Draga' was a Romanian endearment that had the same meaning 'cheri' did in French. Alucard panicked a little at how he had unwittingly said such a thing, but he was relieved he had said it in his native language. At least this way, he could lie easily about it. "It's a Romanian term," he explained cryptically.

"Cool," Pip smiled. He had never heard the Romanian language spoken aloud before and so that little tidbit was very interesting to him. He quickly forgot to press for the meaning of the word while searching for his clothes. "So, any idea of what this meeting is going to be about?" Pip asked.

Alucard relaxed on the bed and watched appreciatively as Pip wandered about his room unfazed by either of their unclothed states. "It'll most likely be about how real vampires are cropping up now," Alucard explained, recalling the files he had read earlier.
"As apposed to?"

"The vampires with the computer chips in them." Pip nodded his head, a serious expression settling upon his handsome face. "Actually that reminds me," Alucard continued, "Integra's asked me to participate in the Wild Geese's drills."

"Participate how?" Pip asked worriedly as he turned around to face Alucard fully.
"She wants me to train you in the differences between fighting vampires like me and their ghouls and the ones you've already faced," Alucard explained.

"Oh great," Pip muttered, seemingly irritated.

Alucard's brows drew together taking offence to Pip's reactions. "What's so bad about that?"

Pip's annoyance melted away instantly. "No, I didn't mean it like that," he reassured Alucard as he strode over to him. He kissed the vampire's nose reassuringly, "I'm just worried I'll be too busy staring at your ass to pay attention to what you're saying."

"Oh," Alucard grinned and nodded in understanding, "I'll try not to bend over to often."

"Yes, you should be careful of that. I may have to ravage you where you stand," Pip teased.

"You know I wouldn't complain," Alucard whispered, raising his brows.

"I'm doomed," Pip stated flatly turning away towards his bathroom, "I get to fuck the hottest man to have walked the planet and I'm doomed."

Alucard laughed and lied down on the bed as Pip wandered into the bathroom with his fresh clothes. This time Pip didn't close the door, but Alucard heard the sink running once more. During the short time it took Pip to clean himself up for the impending meeting Alucard wound up lightly dozing again. When Pip wandered out from his bathroom, he saw an inexplicably dressed Alucard lying on his bed. The vampire was wearing the clothes Pip loved to see him in. His white dress shirt, red cravat, black slacks, and black boots were all perfect. Pip smiled at how Alucard made sure his boots didn't touch Pip's sheets, attempting to keep them clean though they were now rumpled.

Pip wandered over to Alucard, dressed in fresh fatigues himself and sat down next to Alucard on the bed. Alucard blinked a few times before settling his gaze on Pip. The Count was also ethereally beautiful when he slept. Pip leaned down and kissed his cheek lingeringly. He pulled back and Alucard smiled up at him softly. "What was that for?"
Pip smiled and shrugged, "Nothing."

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John looked over at their commanding officer and sighed to himself. After thoroughly cleaning and storing their weapons, the Wild Geese were enjoying a lazy afternoon and evening off. Both he and the Captain realized how important it was to be able to do nothing after destroying walking animated corpses. Honestly, it was a terrifying job. John had been paralyzed by fear plenty of times. Working at Hellsing was different from any other contract they had taken on. Instead, of the normal battlefields, wounds, and death toll, they were dealing with something else entirely. Essentially, they acted as the clean up crew for Alucard and Seras. The vampires were meant to destroy the other vampires, and the Wild Geese were meant to end the suffering of the ghouls. However, Seras usually went on ghoul eradication missions with them because she was not well versed enough in fighting another vampire. They all needed the long bouts of downtime to recover their nerves and their resolves. John's family had been military men for generations, and after seeing his father come back from Vietnam, John was well aware of the trauma war could cause on the mind. While fighting monsters paid well, they were in more danger than ever before. And it was obvious not all of the men were taking it well.
Their Captain was not one of those men. He knew how to hide his fear, how to push himself beyond his limits, not to mention he had the courage to sleep with the Lord of the vampires. But John could tell that wasn't the current problem. The boys were gathered on the many sofas and armchairs watching the TV or talking amongst themselves. Pip sat away from all of them at the small light table reading over some files. Or he was meant to be reading files but John knew better. The Captain had already gone through two cigarettes and had been staring intently at the same page for the past ten minutes or so. John made a bold choice and decided it was time to intervene.

Although Pip was perfectly fluent in English, it was in fact his third language. Pip had grown up speaking French as his first language because of his father's family raising him in France, and naturally he had been spoken French when he went to school as a boy. His second language was in fact Swedish. Pip's mother had been born and raised in Sweden, and though she had learned French, she had spoken her to son in her native tongue and taught him many things before she had passed. Pip actually hadn't taken any English lessons in school. As he'd grown into his teens, he'd realized what a valuable language English was to know and had begun teaching himself. The rest had simply come from practicing and being forced to speak it on a daily basis by commanding American soldiers. And while Pip's English was impeccable, there were still times he struggled with it.

John lightly patted Pip on the shoulder when he reached where the man was sitting. Pip jumped and placed his current cigarette in the nearby ashtray. John leaned down slightly and quietly whispered, "Which word?"

Pip looked away sharply. John knew him too well at times; he was like the older brother Pip never had. Pip silently berated himself for being so obviously distracted. But he also wanted to petulantly point out that he was only struggling with the written words because he was tired. And the one to blame for that was probably asleep again in the basement. Pip licked his dry lips and pointed to the word giving him trouble. John calmly looked at the text of the file.

"A transgression is a crime or an offence. See here it says 'The culprit is well aware the implications of their transgressions. See attached photograph.'" John quickly flipped the page to show a picture of various occult and devilish symbols scrawled upon a wall in blood. "Chrsit," John muttered, furrowing his brow, "Basically what it's saying at that they know what they're doing is wrong."

Pip nodded, ashamed of himself for forgetting the translations of an individual word. "Thank you," he whispered, picking up his cigarette and taking another drag from it.
"Don't sweat it," John replied, "When's the meeting?"

Pip glanced at the oversized watch he wore on his right wrist. It had been his father's and grandfather's before being passed down to him. He had found it recently and he wanted to get back into the habit of wearing it when he wasn't fighting. He also thought that the large silver clock face and brown leather straps went well with his fatigues. But he was more than willing to wear it all the time. "Fifteen minutes," he answered.

"I'll make sure there's a cold beer waiting in the fridge," John said, "You're gonna need it."

"Merci," Pip smiled. He perked up as he remembered something, "I wanted to ask you, do you still have that laptop?"

"The one with all our archives for Hellsing? Yeah, you need me to get it?"

"No, not that one," Pip said, disinterested in their work computer, "Your personal laptop. I know I should get one of my own, I've got the money, but I was hoping I could borrow yours. There are a few things I want to look up."

"Sure," John nodded easily. He clapped Pip soundly on the back, "I'll bring it by with that beer I promised."

Pip smiled, "Thanks John."

"Don't worry about it…feel free to slip my bonus under the door," John teased as he walked back to his previous seat.

Pip chuckled and turned back to the files he needed to finish reading before the meeting. He enjoyed the friendships he carried with each of his men. His smile faded quickly. If his men found out about him and Alucard…everything would change. He leaned his elbows on the table and pinched the bridge of his constantly broken nose. Everything already was changing, and he didn't know how to get things back to the way they were.

…He wasn't even sure he wanted things back to the way they were. He had some serious thinking to do and some big decisions to make. But that would have to come later. He stood up and swiped the files off the table. He quietly left for the meeting, a concerned expression on his usually smiling face. For now duty was calling him and he needed to leave.

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Walter jumped as he turned around and saw a familiar dark figure in the doorway of the kitchen. "Alucard," he sighed.

"Good evening Walter," Alucard replied calmly.

Walter was slightly surprised that Alcuard had forgone his usual full attire and was wandering about the mansion without his red overcoat or his black sport coat on. The vampire calmly walked over to the stainless steal fridge that held countless bloodpacks for him and Seras. Granted, he was the only one who drank regularly. The white light of the fridge gave Alucard's severely handsome face a touch of life too it, the pallor of his skin taking on a living hue. That faded as soon as Alucard grabbed his desired packet of blood and closed the fridge.

Walter opened a drawer looking for a pair of scissors to hand Alucard when a distinctive snap proved the action useless. Alucard's strong teeth had effortlessly bitten off the cap and a small portion of the plastic tubing that would have been hooked up to an IV in a hospital. Alucard liked using the tubing at the bottom of the packet as a straw. Or at least that was what Walter had believed.

For Alucard, drinking stored blood was a necessary chore rather than a pleasurable meal. Cold blood was essentially dead blood to him. It could sate his body's nutritional needs, but there was no flavor to it. Alucard plopped himself down in one of the kitchen's chairs, and placed his crossed arms upon the table. His bloodpack rested against his crossed forearms, the only thing keeping it upright was Alucard's firm hold on the tubing with his lips and teeth. He took soft little gulps, a particularly bored expression upon his face as he fed.

Walter smiled softly and went about his usual work. After the meeting, it would be time for Integra's dinner and then he would take down a packet of blood to Seras in the hopes she would drink. He worked about the kitchen and perhaps because he had known Alucard for the better part of fifty years, he didn't feel intimidated to be in the vampire's presence.

"You know I'm surprised you've taken another lover," Walter commented lightly, adjusting his monocle. Alucard said nothing, though his soft little gulps slowed. "You chose a man as well," Walter said, turning towards Alucard a freshly brewed cup of tea in hand. He sat down in a chair opposite Alucard and was surprised when the vampire's cruel gaze didn't meet his own. "You didn't even take a male lover during the war when you were a woman," Walter reflected. He took a slow sip of his tea.

"Did you want me to choose you Walter?" Alucard asked, the supposedly subtle accusation obvious in his deep voice.

"Forgive me Alucard, but no," Walter said honestly, "You're a very handsome man but as a woman…you're rather lacking in bosom."

Alucard nearly snorted out his current mouthful of blood. "Walter!"

"You asked," Walter replied, an easygoing smile upon his wrinkled visage.

Alucard sighed and moved the tubing over to the left corner of his mouth so he could speak more articulately. "I don't even like men," Alucard confessed, "Is wrong that I want him?"

"I don't think so," Walter replied, "I see no reason why we have to stick one gender only. I don't think sexuality is as black and white as we like to think it is. There's an exception to every rule."

"Very wise of you Walter," Alucard smiled slightly. However, it was a defeated melancholy smile.

"But it didn't help any, did it?" Walter sighed.

Alucard looked down, his black hair helping cast a deep shadow over his burning eyes. "Do you think if a person looses someone they're in love with, they should be allowed to fall in love again?" Alucard asked.

"Yes," Walter said, "I don't know what it's like to loose someone I've been in love with. I can only imagine what the pain is like. I'm sure it must be difficult to want to fall in love again, but I'm sure that's also part of the healing. So long as you don't move on too quickly…like you did."

Alucard's body stiffened and a low feral growl emitted from his throat. "What did you say?" he demanded, demonic eyes boring into Walter's.

"I said, you've moved on too quickly," Walter repeated.

"How can you say that?" Alucard asked, his eyes narrowing and his dark brows furrowing. Yet his anger had melted into hurt.

"You turned three brides in the time you were in Romania. You've recently turned Seras and now you're sleeping with the Captain…you're not very faithful are you?"
"You certainly are like your masters Walter," Alucard laughed bitterly, "You can say something so heartless so easily. You're telling me I should live alone for all eternity."
"Immortality was always your choice," Walter countered.

"So, it bothers you that much that I'm sleeping with him?" Alucard demanded.

"It doesn't bother me at all," Walter stated honestly, "But I can see you creating a situation that will only wind up hurting everyone."

"What are you talking about?"

"You've become smitten with Bernadotte, haven't you? Even though it's painfully obvious that he and Miss Victoria want each other. They'd be quite a lovely couple you have to give them that. It's not your place to ruin someone else's life. Not like what you did to Mina," Walter said.

"Mina was mine!" Alucard cried, "I loved her!"

"Then you should have let her go."

"I did!" Alucard screamed, "I spent two hundred and fifty years in my coffin waiting to become dust before I turned my first bride! And you claim I didn't wait long enough?! I've waited another hundred years before I took another lover! Have you ever thought that I get lonely! I do miss her! I always miss her! When I was with her, I devoted myself to her wholeheartedly! There was nothing I wouldn't have done for her! And she loved me as well!" Alucard sat back and panted, at a loss as to why the comrade he'd known the longest was plunging the knife deeper into his heart. He'd come to Walter to ask for advice, or at the very least to have someone listen to him.

In truth, Walter wasn't trying to hurt Alucard. He was trying to do the farthest thing from it. He was trying to save Alucard from another broken heart. Walter was fully aware of how deeply and passionately Alucard had loved Mina, believing her to be his dearest first wife Elisabeta reincarnated and brought back to him. And Walter was well aware that Mina had indeed loved Alucard dearly. But she had been married already, and once Van Helsing had been called in Alucard's fate had been sealed. He didn't want to hurt Alucard, but he knew that the vampire was falling for Bernadotte. And that was only going to wind up with Alucard, Pip, and Seras equally as hurt. Alucard was ruthless in his pursuits of someone, and if things didn't go according to his plans, things would become violent. Walter was rather fond of Seras, and he didn't want Alucard tormenting her to get to the Frenchman both vampires desired. Walter had no clue that Alucard already was tormenting Seras.

Instead, Walter swallowed and tried to make Alucard doubt himself even more. If Alucard thought it was wrong, if he didn't think he would stand a chance then maybe the nosferatu would give up. Walter doubted it, but it was worth a shot. He didn't mind if Alucard became angry with him, Alucard would probably be willing to forgive him on his deathbed. When he spoke next, his words were aimed straight at Alucard's heart, "You act as if she didn't hand you over to them. As if she didn't betray you."

Alucard stood then and placed his palms on the table. He leaned over Walter and pulled his lips back exposing deadly fangs. When he spoke, he couldn't have been more sincere, "I have never considered what she did to be a betrayal."

-Chapter End-

Thank you all for reading this next installment of my story! Next chapter will have a large focus on poor confused Pip's feelings towards Alucard! Please review for me and I'll see you next chapter!