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

12. Chapter 12

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: Hello everyone! Here I am back with my latest chapter. It still took me a little while to crank this one out, and I apologize! I was actually back at work for a time, but I've had to have another surgery on my leg. Luckily this will be the last one. Though thankfully I have my mobility back! As for this chapter; there is my usual recipe. Some plot development, character development/reflection, and of course smut. Today's kink has been requested by multiple people and I knew from the first time I saw that suggestion it was going to be in this chapter. However, my chapters are so long it's taken me a while to get to it ^^; You could say that this chapter is still on the serious side since it's dealing with the ramifications of last chapter. I feel this is normal though. I can't rush the boys into the place they were. It wouldn't work any other way I'm afraid. Seras will become more and more involved now. (Sorry to those who don't like her getting in the way.) But I love Seras, and I love her and Pip together, so this 'competition' between our vampires will get interesting soon. Also, I should warn you that the folklore of vampires and their ghouls I mention aren't exactly what Hirano portrays them to be in Hellsing. I'm simply using the folklore that I learned from growing up a vampire nerd and adding my own little twist to it in my story, but taking into account Bram Stoker's novel more than anything. I'm not trying to disrespect Hirano in any way, but there are some portions of the folklore he uses that I think are a bit…impractical. Even for vampires. Anyway, thank you all so much for your continued lovely reviews! They inspire me and make me laugh. I love them all, so please keep the coming! I'm greedy like that. One last thing; in case anyone is interested, I've created a Mina Harker RP account on tumblr. (hellsings-she. tumblr. com) Feel free to check it out and ask a question while you're there! :) Thanks everyone and see you next chapter!

-Chapter Twelve-

Pip stretched his arms over his head and breathed in the sweet scent of rain deep into his lungs. The morning was overcast, the dark clouds hiding the sun, but he enjoyed it anyway. He stared up at the sky and relished in the quiet moment. His men weren't due out to the training field for a little while longer and neither vampire had joined him yet. He heard the distant rumble of thunder and reminded himself to keep his eye out for lightning. As soon as any was spotted they were all going back inside. What was the point of getting electrocuted?

Pip removed his gaze from the sky and lowered it to the grass as he lazily ambled about. The previous night had been something he'd never expected. He was concerned for both his vampires.

"What?" he asked himself softly, briefly pausing mid-step. When had he begun to think of Alucard and Seras as 'his'? They weren't something that he owned—they were people! Yet he was often so possessive of both of them, he shouldn't have been surprised.
Besides, both Alucard and Seras had suffered a difficult night. Pip watched as the dew from the lush grass seeped onto his black boots. He was concerned for both of them, and yet he felt such peace. The woman he'd dreamed about the night before…he couldn't help but feel that she'd given him permission for something. But… permission for what? He shook his head slightly. His mind felt at ease though he knew there were people he cared for who needed his attention. The way Pip figured it; if he could be settled in his own mind and heart, then he could be more comforting to either vampire that needed him.

Pip licked his lips nervously. He wanted to talk to Alucard. He didn't want to dredge up what happened last night, but he wanted the vampire to know that he was willing to talk to him. Or simply listen if that was what the Count needed. He continued his unhurried pacing until he caught a flash of red in his peripheral. He shot his head up and smiled.

Alucard was standing there watching him. He was dressed in his red overcoat, hat, and sunglasses. Pip eagerly walked to him after throwing a glance over his shoulder to make sure no one else was there yet. Pip paused once he stood in front of the impressively tall nosferatu. Pip hadn't felt nervous like this in a while. In some bizarre way, he felt like he was getting to know Alucard all over again. …No that wasn't right. He still knew Alucard like he did before, only now he knew yet another side to the older male. He was getting to know him better.

"Hey," Pip whispered confidently.

"Hi," Alucard smiled weekly.

"How are you?" Pip asked, his green eye searching in vain for any signs of something amiss.

"I'm fine," Alucard nodded.

"Are you sure?" Pip pressed.

Alucard smiled a little stronger. "Yes. And I'm so—"

"Please don't say you're sorry," Pip bit out, raising his hands and fisting them in Alucard's heavy overcoat.

"I won't then. But I am," Alucard said.

Pip sighed softly. "You don't have anything to be sorry for. Not that at least."
Alucard raised a confused brow. "Oh," he said after a few moments, a sly grin on his lips, "Still haven't quite forgiven me for under the table."

Pip laughed breathlessly. He hadn't even been thinking about that, or been trying to mention it, but it was true. "That may take longer," Pip nodded teasingly.

Alucard moved closer. "Are you still going to join me in my chambers later?"

Pip shivered as Alucard's cold breathes danced across his skin. "Only if you're feeling up to it," he offered softly. Alucard chuckled.

"I think a good ass-fucking should put me in a better mood," he said.

Alucard was lying and they both knew it. Pip didn't call him out on it. If he could provide a distraction for the Count then that made Pip happy. Alucard raised a hand and ran his fingers down Pip's cheek. He was so sweet. He cared enough about him to have braved Alucard's unleashed familiars and demons. He was going to win this boy's affections no matter what it took. But he was going to do it the right way. He was doing all he could to indirectly sway the mercenary towards him. He was determined to let Pip make the choice himself in the end. That way, when Pip finally chose him, no one could dispute the Frenchman's decision.

Alucard quickly leaned down and kissed Pip deeply. Pip made a surprised sound at the sudden feel of cold lips and tongue, but he loved kissing Alucard and so it was a pleasant surprise. Pip swiftly and reluctantly pulled away.

"Someone might see us," he whispered regretfully.

"Oh right," Alucard nodded, "So we'll continue this later…?"

"Of course," Pip smirked.

Alucard grinned, letting his fangs show, "And maybe you'll show me whose boss? Show me who's in charge of whom?"

Pip brazenly trailed his tongue along Alucard's bottom lip. "Absolument," Pip murmered huskily.

Alucard swallowed thickly. "You're so sexy when you speak in French," he whispered deeply.

Pip winked at him and then resumed his lazy pacing. They stole glances at each other even through Alucard's thick sunglasses and held back smiles. They needed to get it to together before the Wild Geese and Seras arrived however. For Alucard, it was nothing to worry over. Yet for Pip, it was nothing to joke about. Alucard could feel the mercenary's demeanor turning more serious, but he respected Pip enough to not try to push him out of it. Pip would tell the Wild Geese in his own time or he wouldn't. It wasn't Alucard's place to blurt out that they already knew. He did feel it was his place to make sure their knowledge didn't cause Pip anymore distress. Hence, his threat that the Wild Geese keep quiet or they deal with him. He watched calmly as the Wild Geese began flooding onto the training field, talking amongst themselves with their typical playful banter.

"Morning Captain."

"Morning ladies," Pip quipped.

They chuckled. "Morning Mr. Alucard."

Alucard simply nodded his greeting and they seemed satisfied that he paid any attention to them at all. Seras quickly joined the group, jogging into place so as not to be late.

"Sirs," she said keeping her eyes firmly on the grass.

"Bonjour mon cher," Pip greeted her fondly.

Seras wanted to smile but was forced to stifle a wince when she felt her Master's temper silently flare. Today was going to be very challenging…

"Good morning Sir," she replied stoically.

Pip raised a brow at her tone. He shot a glance towards Alucard and noticed the Count was acting unusually uptight at well. "So Mr. Alucard," he said to grab the older vampire's attention, "You're our commander today. What are we doing?"

Alucard tore his gaze away from the Police Girl at Pip's question. He quickly recovered from being caught distracted and casually replied, "What do you usually do?"
"We do drills and then target practice," Pip said.

"Hmm…" Alucard looked up at the sky for a moment. He observed the grey clouds and nodded to himself. When he looked back at the mercenaries and his fledgling, he took his hat and sunglasses off. Pip eagerly looked at the vampire's crimson eyes. He was elated to find that Alucard's eyes held no evidence of recent tears and that the usual spark was back in them rather than the pained dullness of the previous night. He also realized that without direct sunlight, Alucard might be alright without his sunglasses and hat.

"At times like this I'm fond of the rain. But I have to ask; why do you train during the early morning?" Alucard inquired. The question wasn't directed at anyone in particular, but the responsibility fell on Pip to answer since he was the commanding officer.
"Because," he said, "We've done training at night to get us used to the creatures of the night. Our morning drills are to keep us ready."

Alucard nodded. "And you don't have any problems fighting in the dark?"

"Not anymore," Pip replied curtly.

Alucard nodded again. He wasn't trying to step on Pip's toes, quite the opposite in fact. He needed to know what the mercenaries were capable of and what their weaknesses were so he could aid them in their confrontations with true nosferatus. "Well, I see no reason why I should interrupt your routine more than I have to," he said pleasantly, "Captain Bernadotte, please…"

Pip shrugged in acknowledgement. "Alright ladies, lets go."

The Geese looked at each other slyly. This wasn't what they'd had in mind when they found out Alucard was going to be training them. Most of them had envisioned broken bones, ruptured internal organs, and of course an obscene amount of blood. They knew their Captain would stick up for them as best they could, but there was only so much he could do if Alucard was in charge. So far, Alucard was acting…pleasant? His oversized hat and thick sunglasses were off and it was strange to see the vampire's face so clearly for them.

John subtly scrutinized Alucard. Cyrus, the group's only African American soldier, bumped him on the arm and raised an accusing brow. John shrugged as he took his position for drills. He wasn't the only one. A few other members of the Wild Geese were willing to admit how handsome Alucard was. It was plain as day, but what none of them could figure out was why the Captain was sleeping with him. Bernadotte was incredibly handsome himself. He could get any woman he wanted. Plus, he and Seras made a good couple. Some members of the Wild Geese thought Pip was unintentionally harming himself by getting involved with Alucard, others thought he should hurry up and get with Seras, and then there were those that really didn't care. John and Cyrus couldn't have cared less. As long as the man was happy, what business of it was theirs to say anything? If the Captain wanted to be intimate with the undead—of either gender—then that was fine with them.

However, none of the Wild Geese wanted to spend time around Alucard. It wasn't weakness that made them admit they were afraid of the vampire, it was forthright honesty. This vampire butchered people for fun. And he was going to be in charge of their training?! They were all doomed!

Alucard bit his lip and tried to hide his mirth at the soldiers' fear of him. They would learn soon enough that they had nothing to worry about. And with any luck if the men were at ease, hopefully Pip would be more at ease. The one person Alucard wanted to fear him was a certain little blond.

She did.

Alucard stood back patiently as the Geese and his fledgling went through their drills. Alucard cocked his head to the side in interest. They were doing exercises he had never seen before. He didn't quite comprehend what a 'crunch' or 'push-up' was. But whatever these maneuvers were they proved a good work out. At first, Alucard didn't understand why the soldiers were tiring themselves out by doing such exercises, but the longer he watched the more he realized that this was nothing to these men. Their human stamina was no match to his, but they could hold their own. Especially Pip.

Alucard took the inside of his lip between his sharp teeth. Watching his lover train, smelling his sweat, hearing him pant and his heart pound, watching his perfectly toned muscles flex and relax with every move whilst a beautiful glow gathered on his skin…it was nothing short of torture! He couldn't help but feel this might have been part of Pip's payback for the day before.

…No, that wasn't it. Pip didn't fully understand how sensitive to pheromones vampires were. Alucard always wanted Pip desperately after his training—it was why he'd asked the mercenary to shower after they had sex once. But he understood Pip's reservations. Pip wanted to smell nice for his lover, just like Alucard did. It was why he had begun wearing his favorite cologne again. He scratched his nose casually as Pip's scent began wandering over to his eagerly awaiting senses. He was going to have to beg the Frenchman to fuck him into the ground once everyone left. He was standing a good three meters away but the Police Girl was much closer to Pip. He didn't know how she could stand it. He poked his way into her consciousness and was repulsed to find her awash with lust for the mercenary. He growled softly and the Police Girl was the only one to notice. Alucard squashed down his irritation at her presence and simply watched her. His fledgling could certainly keep up with the boys. Yet he felt it emanating from every fiber of her being. She was starving. She still wasn't drinking blood, and it was beginning to take its toll.

He shook his head slightly. He knew the Police Girl could be a little dense, but he never imagined she was this stupid. She was unwilling to realize that a starving vampire was the greatest threat a human could face. When a vampire's body was propelled too far into the starvation process, any remnants of a human's empathy shut down and they fed without abandon. Since Alucard had no empathy as a man, he never felt any remorse at his feedings. But he knew Seras would. He also unfortunately knew who was most likely to feel the girl's uncontrolled fangs.

Pip.

Vampires craved the blood of the ones they loved most. It didn't slake their thirst, nothing ever could, but it was one of the most intimate experiences for them. To be bitten and taste the lifeblood of their beloved were a vampire's ultimate secret pleasures. Alucard was not immune. Neither was Seras. But Alucard knew how to control himself to an extent. Seras didn't. He had to get this girl away from Pip… Alucard forced himself to stop his brooding as the Wild Geese and Seras gathered around him again.

"Drills are over?" he asked.

"Yes," Pip panted lightly, "Now's when we do target practice."

"Change of plans," Alucard said, "Why don't you all take a seat? I'm going to be talking on for a while."

"We can go over there," one of the Wild Geese offered.

Alucard glanced to the offered area and thought it would do nicely. There were some fallen saplings with trunks wide enough and close enough to be a comfortable sitting area. The Wild Geese had taken advantage of it often when they'd first come to Hellsing. They ambled over there compliantly, and Seras stuck to the back of the group. She could feel her Master's unhappiness with her presence, and she wasn't going to do anything to deliberately upset him.

Pip sat on the lush grass and rested his back against one of the fallen trees. Alucard promptly sat down next to him, though Pip was grateful the vampire didn't sit too close to him. He didn't want to give the Wild Geese any more reason to suspect something. Pip took off his own hat and silently motioned for Seras to come sit next to him. Seras did so happily yet she was uneasy being so close to her Master. She quickly diverted her blue gaze from the older vampire's when she saw him staring her down. Pip took a deep breath. He was trapped between the two vampires he cared about and found highly attractive. Normally, this would be a dream come true for him. However, the tension between both nosferatus was so thick he could cut it with his Bowie knife!

"Shut up," Jake grumbled suddenly.

"I'm serious," Cyrus argued under his breath.

"You're an idiot," Bill, the other member of the Wild Geese who had an eye patch, murmured.

Alucard looked over to the three men and lifted a dark brow.

"It's nothing," John interjected smoothly, hoping Alucard would let it go.

"What is it?" the vampire asked calmly.

No such luck.

"Cyrus was joking—"

"I was saying I should get some sunglasses like yours. They're really cool," Cyrus interrupted.

Alucard dug his thick orange sunglasses out of his pocket. "These ones?"

"Yeah." There was an uncomfortable murmur that traveled throughout the soldiers. They feared Alucard and respected him. But he wasn't their friend and he wasn't someone they could easily enter a casual conversation with.

Alucard's crimson gaze pondered his sunglasses before he wordlessly held them out to Cyrus. The man leaned back as if the eyewear could jump out and bite him. He held his hands up in surrender to the vampire.

"I was just kiddin'," he laughed nervously.

"Go ahead," Alucard said, "Now I'm curious to see what you look like."

Cyrus gulped slightly when he met Alucard's gaze, blood red eyes intimidating. He quickly removed the sunglasses from Alucard's grasp.

"Thanks," he said nervously. Alucard nodded nonchalantly. Cyrus quickly placed the glasses on, and turned towards Jake and Bill. "So, how do I look?" he asked.

"Like a fuckin' idiot," Bill reiterated. The men spluttered and couldn't contain their amusement at Cyrus' ridiculous choice of eyewear. Even Seras couldn't help but giggle. Pip smiled slightly at her laughter. John pulled out one his favorite knifes with a somewhat reflective blade. Cyrus took a gander at his reflection and smiled happily.

"I look fuckin' fabulous," he argued, "Can't see shit out of these things though." He quickly took them off and reverently handed them back to Alucard. "Thanks," he repeated.

"Your welcome," Alucard said as he quirked a corner of his mouth up. He tucked his sunglasses away before clearing his throat.

Pip shifted slightly. He couldn't believe it was happening again but it was. He was getting jealous! He was a little resentful of the fact that Alucard was being so nice and amiable to his men. Pip thought he was the only one who was allowed to see the various sides of the ancient vampire. He wanted to be the one Alucard was friendly with. The one Alucard was honest and open with. He sighed silently at how idiotic he was acting. He didn't have any right to be so territorial, but he was and he didn't know how to stop it without drawing attention to their agreement. Pip jumped a little when he felt a hand running up his thigh. He looked down to see nothing there and stole a glance at Alucard.

'Smug bastard,' he silently accused. But…he did feel a little better because of that. He knew he shouldn't need Alucard's touch, really he wasn't supposed to need any validation at all. Yet to have the confirmation that Alucard still wanted him set him at ease. He looked to his left and saw Seras looking up at him questioningly. Her innocent blue eyes were inquisitive. She could sense his disquiet even if her vampiric abilities weren't developed to the fullest to know what about. He smiled at her kindly and ran his gloved fingers through her blonde hair. The happiness she felt at his touch evaporated as she saw her Master's gleaming red eyes glowering at her.

The Wild Geese watched their interactions silently. Their Captain was certainly between a rock and a hard place. Or to put it more accurately, between a large breasted English cutie and a tall, dark, and handsome Dracula. Quite a dilemma indeed. John found Alucard staring intently at him. It was a warning for them to keep their mouth's shut about what they were seeing. Considering the threats Alucard had already provided them, they didn't need much more incentive to stay quiet.

Alucard sat up straight and leaned his forearms on the tree behind him. He stretched out his long legs and crossed them at his ankles. It was such a cocky and fucking sexy pose that Pip didn't know what to do with himself. Alucard was so sensuous when he wasn't even trying, but when he was trying all the blood in Pip's body seemed to pool in one area.

'Not now!' Pip deterred himself, 'Later.'

"Alright," Alucard began sternly, "What I need to do is teach you about the differences between real vampires and the Freaks you've been cleaning up after. To me the difference is painfully obvious. But to understand fully, we need to start at the bottom so to speak." His crimson eyes surveyed those around him. "The first key to figuring out what kind of vampire you're fighting against is the ghouls. Ghouls are the revealing sign I'm afraid. The ghouls you're used to fighting are nothing more than ravenous decomposing corpses with a taste for living flesh. You need to understand, those ghouls are not my ghouls." He pointed to his chest with a white gloved finger. "My ghouls, and the ghouls of every vampire akin to me, are not like that. A ghoul in simplest terms is a person who's been bitten by a vampire but hasn't received any of their creator's blood. They are no longer human but they are not the undead. They exist in limbo between two worlds but they are ignorant of their plights. My ghouls never looked like the ones you've faced. They retain a normal human form but their complexion becomes even greyer than mine…and the Police Girl's. The telltale sign of the ghouls created by a true vampire is that they have no will of their own whatsoever. My ghouls were animate functioning beings, but they never did anything without my permission. The one who created them is their owner and his word is law." Alucard paused for a moment and smiled fondly as he remembered the ghouls in his care centuries ago. "They're like little dolls that only know how to be friends with you."

The Wild Geese shuddered at Alucard's words. It was frightening enough what a vampire could do to a person, but to rob them of any free will at all was horrifying.

"Why do vampires create ghouls?" John asked, "Even if they're different from what we've seen…surely having them around can't be good."

"On the contrary," Alucard replied, "Ghouls are essential for a vampire's survival. You see we only drink blood. Our bodies can't handle solid forms of nutrients. So we need our ghouls to clean up after our meals. Back when vampires could roam the world freely, if someone went missing it was assumed that a creature of darkness attacked them. As for what happened to the body…that was what our ghouls needed to sustain themselves. So they cleaned up after us, they acted as our servants…but to a lot of us…they were like pets. They were beings that only knew how to adore us unconditionally, that didn't fear us unless they'd done something wrong. To a great many of us, their dependence on their creators is what kept us going throughout the long centuries. We rose from our coffins even when we wanted to turn to ash because…there were still those who needed us." Alucard swallowed thickly as he was reminded of the numerous decades he had lain in his coffin waiting to not wake up.

"The reason I'm explaining this to you is very important," he continued on strongly, "And I need you to pay attention because this is where things get complicated. I've just told you what my ghouls look and act like. If you stumble across any ghouls like this, you have to use extreme caution. But not out of fear of the ghouls. My ghouls were always afraid of the living. They won't hurt you. You need to be wary because it means their Master is still with them. And he or she will be very dangerous. However, there are circumstances in which a true nosferatu's ghouls can look like the ones that you've already encountered. That only happens when the ghouls have been abandoned by their creators. When they don't have their Masters telling them what to do, they don't gain any free will, they go mad and begin devouring humans."

"Sir, I have a question?"

Alucard's red eyes scoured the gathered men. "What is it?"

"Why is there the difference between your ghouls and the ones belonging to the Freaks?"

Alucard laughed softly and raised his eyebrows not sure where to start. The differences between the undead and those impersonating the undead were mind boggling. Pip silently and expectantly watched Alucard. He was soaking in all the information the vampire gave him, and for once it was not because he found Alucard so enthralling. This was vital to the lives of his men and himself. After a moment's more pause, Alucard spoke again.

"The only way I can really explain it is the difference between real venom and synthetic venom," he clarified, "Think of a snake. If you wanted to, humans could manufacture synthetic snake venom. If you worked hard enough, it could be just as powerful, just as lethal. But no matter how hard you tried, you could never truly replicate an actual snake's venom. It's the same with whoever has been trying to artificially create vampires. No, we don't exist within the realm of God, but that's not to say we don't have our own patterns of evolution. So, whoever's been making the Freaks hasn't truly mastered what it is to be the undead. Something is missing, because even those who are virgins are still being turned into ghouls."

'Not that being a virgin has anything to do with it,' Alucard silently added.

"Then they're incomplete?" Pip asked, "They're like prototypes?" Alucard looked into a single emerald eye and felt something similar to pride. Pip was incredibly intelligent, though it seemed the younger man didn't always agree.

"Exactly," Alucard nodded.

"What should we do if we see a vampire like you? Or Seras?" John asked.

Alucard flicked his gaze over to the Police Girl and refrained from snarling. If they encountered a vampire like the Police Girl, they had nothing to worry about. She came in handy on missions, but she wasn't essential. Seras fidgeted slightly under the weight of her Master's gaze. Her stomach churned with anxiety, and her mind raced. What had she done?! What had she done to make his indifference towards her turn to scorn? She kept her gaze on the ground, too afraid to look at him. She wanted to lean into her Captain, to ask for some silent form of protection. Yet she knew that was useless and unfair.

"If you find a vampire like me…Run," Alucard said finally, "If there's one like the Police Girl, I doubt you have anything to worry about."

The men looked confused, but Pip prickled. What did Alucard mean by that?

"A vampire may be a vampire, but a coward like the Police Girl posses no threat to anyone," Alucard continued. His tone was completely neutral, but there was a noticeable undercurrent of spitefulness. Pip focused his gaze on Alucard. He furrowed his brows angrily and stared balefully at the Count.

"Now now children, we can all play together nicely can't we?" Pip grit out behind clenched teeth. What was with Alucard today? He was pushing every button Pip had! First the Count was (unintentionally) making him jealous, then making Pip almost loose control of his own desire, and now he was insulting Seras…well, he always seemed to insult Seras. He was blunt with his opinions more often than not. Yet this time, there was more malice behind his comments than there needed to be.

Alucard took a calming breath. He needed to be more in control of himself. He wasn't going to win Pip over by bullying the girl the Frenchman fancied in front of his face. He grinned toothily. "Of course we can."

Alucard fluidly rose to his feet and withdrew the Casull from beneath his large crimson overcoat.

"He's got a gun-holster," one of the Wild Geese murmured as he saw the telltale pale leather straps.

Alucard looked at them quizzically. "Of course I do. Where did you think I keep my weapons?"

"I…I don't know," one man confessed. They'd only ever seen him draw his guns from the inside of his overcoat. They thought perhaps there were large pockets on the inside, or maybe he could even materialize them out of nowhere.

Alucard checked to make sure he had a full magazine before tucking the gun back into its holster. He thought about offering the men the name of the business where he'd ordered the holster. It was of the finest quality and had lasted him for the better part of forty years. He decided against it. The Wild Geese weren't that bad, and he thought acting amicable towards them might put Pip at ease some. That was clearly not the case. Pip's aura revealed that the mercenary was quite riled up. And while that promised some fantastic sex later on that afternoon, Alucard was well aware it hurt his chances of the Frenchman choosing to be with him. He needed to be smart about how he was acting around the men and the Police Girl.

"Captain Bernadotte," he said neutrally, "Would you be so kind to assist me in a demonstration?"

Pip nodded curtly, and ignored the fluttering in his chest. He firmly reminded himself that it meant nothing the Count chose him out of everyone. This wasn't about anything else but learning what was needed to survive. He and Alucard could talk about things later. Now wasn't the time or place. Pip confidently stood in front of Alucard and waited for his instructions.

"Please aim your weapon at that tree over there," Alucard said. Pip withdrew his personal firearm and aimed it at a young tree. "Pretend that is a vampire," Alucard said, "Do you have a clear shot?"

"Yes," Pip responded assertively.

He heard the rustle of Alucard's clothes before he felt them. The nosferatu was standing right behind him, mere centimeters away from pushing into his back. He felt gloved hands rest lightly on his raised outstretched arms, and Pip was horrified to find that small touch enough to make his hands start shaking. He swallowed thickly, regaining his composure. He promptly lost it again when he felt Alucard lean down and come so tantalizingly close to brushing his cheek against Pip's caramel locks. Pip gasped silently and tensed as Alucard's cold breath tickled his ear.

"Yes you do," the vampire whispered silkily, looking over the mercenary's shoulder. He knew he shouldn't have been teasing the younger man like this, but he would much rather Pip be upset with him for this than anything else. Alucard had never noticed it before, but he hated the possibility of the Frenchman being truly angry with him. "However," Alucard continued smoothly, running his hands down Pip's arms, "By the time you line up your shot, the enemy would be here." Alucard roughly jerked Pip to the left, the Frenchman's faithful Colt pistol still in hand. "And then here," Alucard said. He forced Pip to pivot to the right. Pip blinked rapidly trying to regain his bearings from being moved around so quickly. "And then here…" Alucard wrapped his fingers around Pip's throat but made sure not to press down. He felt guilty when he felt and heard Pip gulp. Alucard released him and simply stood in front of him.

Pip subconsciously raised a hand to his throat. For the first time, Alucard's touch had felt almost threatening. But Pip was ashamed that he missed the vampire's touch anyway. He glanced at Alucard and was surprised to see the vampire looking a little glum. He caught the Count's gaze and winked at him. Alucard held back a smile. Fortunately for Pip his winks were often mistaken for blinks because of his eye patch. But Alucard could tell the subtle differences.

"You all have good reflexes," Alucard said loud enough for the entire group to hear him, "But you need to reconcile that your opponent's will be better. You can't outrun them. You can't outthink them. However, you might be able to outmaneuver them. Vampires can move faster than the human eye can see, but when a vampire jumps to attack—and ones like me usually do—it's easy to calculate where they're going to land. That's when you shoot."

Seras nodded to herself before her attention was diverted from her Master and Captain to her fellow soldiers. They were whispering under their breaths. It would be impossible for the Captain to hear what they were saying, but she could hear them just fine. So could her Master probably. They'd most likely forgotten.

"It's not like I don't get why he's doing it. Alucard is hot as fuck and he's—"

"But it's Alucard."

"They kinda make a good couple."

"The hell're you smoking?"

"I'm just saying!"

"It's not natural. They shouldn't be together. Forget the fact they're two men. One of them is Dracula."

"You fuckin' hypocrite. You think Bernadotte and Seras should be together. What's the difference?"

"She won't kill him!"

"Besides him and Seras are good for each other!"

"It's none of our business asshole. Leave it alone."

"I can't! I'd feel better if Bernadotte spent less time with that guy."

"Shut the fuck up before Alucard kills all of us!"

"What's the point? He'd do it anyway!"

Seras stared intently at the men and their hushed conversation. One by one they stopped talking and returned her gaze. She slowly lifted her delicate brows making it perfectly obvious their conversation was not as private as they'd thought. The men gulped and looked at Alucard who was thankfully prattling on as if oblivious. Seras raised a single finger to her lips, a warning for them to keep silent. The Wild Geese were loud and crass, but Seras liked them. She didn't want them to get in trouble.

Mike, one of the men strongly against the Captain and Alucard seeing each other, could no longer hold his tongue. "If I was you Seras…I'd try to steal him back."

He motioned towards the Captain. Seras looked at Pip too stunned to speak. 'Steal him back…?'

"Gentlemen I would greatly appreciate it if you paid attention," Alucard's deep voice boomed. The effect of his words was enhanced by a conveniently timed rumble of thunder. Alucard glanced at the sky to see the clouds darker and more condensed. Rainfall was inevitable and it was coming soon.

He lowered his gaze and pushed what he'd heard the Geese talking about to the back of his mind. He didn't really care one way or the other if the mercenaries approved of him being with their Captain or not. Well…he wanted their approval for Pip's sake. But as soon as they had started convincing the Police Girl to take him back…that was the last thing he wanted to hear. He glanced at the voluptuous blond and was satisfied to see her gaze firmly on the ground. Alucard promptly slid his crimson overcoat off and tossed it to join his hat.

"Captain I'll need your assistance once more," he said.

"Alright," Pip nodded easily.

Alucard walked a fair distance away from Pip before turning to look at him. "What I need you to do is try to shoot me. I've already said you have great skills, but you all need to hone them before you even think of taking on something like me."

"W-what?" Pip asked taken aback. Alucard wanted him to…

"Shoot me," Alucard repeated sternly.

Pip couldn't believe what was being said to him. He didn't want to shoot Alucard! Even if the vampire could heal from it, he didn't like hurting Alucard! At least not in this way. Alucard found Pip's hesitation to be rather endearing. No one spared him a bullet anymore, and for the Frenchman to do so was a welcome act. But he had a sound reason for asking Pip to do this.

"The only way you'll learn is by practice. I'm the predecessor of any nosferatu you'll face. I'm the best one for you to learn from. It's not like I can ask the Police Girl to do it. She won't heal properly. She still refuses to drink blood," Alucard explained.

Pip's eye widened and he glanced over his shoulder at Seras. 'She's still not drinking?' He turned back to Alucard, his gaze momentarily lowered. He didn't want to do this, but he and his men needed to learn how to defend themselves. He felt sick in the pit of his stomach, but he disregarded the feeling and concentrated on the task at hand. He licked his suddenly dry lips and clicked the safety off his pistol. He met Alucard's crimson eyes.

"Okay," he said evenly.

Alucard smiled softly. This boy was perfect. And he was going to be his.

The vampire then nodded curtly and strode farther away from Pip. "Ready?"
"Ready," Pip replied, leveling his gun.

The thunder above them was growing louder but there was no lightning or rain yet. Pip waited with his nerves on edge. Alucard didn't move for the longest time, and Pip lowered his gun slightly about to ask if something was wrong. That was when Alucard leapt. Pip lost sight of the nosferatu for a brief second, in which he panicked, before Alucard settled on the ground to his right. Instinctively, Pip fired. His bullet skidded against dampened earth not undead skin. Alucard had already moved away before the rapidly moving projectile could reach him. Alucard next appeared a long ways to Pip's left. The Frenchman fired again. His aim was impeccable and in any other circumstance he would have killed two men by now. But Alucard was no mere human man. Pip set his jaw, determined that this next shot would hit its mark. When Alucard left the ground, Pip had a fraction of a second to see which direction the vampire was moving. Pip took a bold chance and pulled the trigger before Alucard set his feet on the ground. The bullet and the vampire met with a splash dark red.

Pip's eye widened and he nearly lost hold of his weapon. He couldn't believe it. He'd shot him!

'…Oh fuck. I shot him!'

Pip swiftly holstered his pistol and rushed over Alucard. The vampire was raising himself off the ground, the fingers of his right hand doing something to his left shoulder.
"Are you okay?" Pip asked. His voice was a hushed and petrified whisper.

"I'm perfectly fine," Alucard responded genuinely. A flicker of a wince crossed his face as he continued to dig the bullet out of his left shoulder. "There we go…" Alucard breathed. The fingers of his gloves were stained with his blood, the now mangled bullet held firmly between them. He looked to see the Frenchman with horrified and remorseful expression. Alucard pat Pip on the shoulder, the only comfort he could give the younger man at the present time.

Alucard was, in fact, extremely pleased with Pip. He wouldn't have blamed the younger man if he couldn't have managed to hit him during their first training session together. Pip was only human, but in so many many ways he was truly remarkable.
Alucard guided them back over to the group, looking intently at the bullet that had been embedded in his shoulder. "It's not blessed?" he asked.

"Huh? Oh no," Pip replied.

"You should start using blessed bullets. All of you should. Even in your personal firearms. They'll kill a human just as effectively, but only a blessed bullet will give you a chance when fighting a vampire," Alucard said somberly. He let the metal fall to the ground.

A bone-jarring clap of thunder surrounded them, the slight breeze of the day evolving into a cold wind. Droplets fell to the earth rapidly gaining speed and density. Alucard scowled at the weather. He quickly put his hat and coat on. He gave Pip, the Wild Geese, and Seras a mock solute before disappearing through one of his portals to the shelter of the basement.

"Every man for himself," he smirked as he faded from view.

The Geese swore and gathered themselves up. They quickly headed back to the mansion not really feeling like being outside in the middle of a heavy downpour. Pip hurried over to Seras, took off the coat of his fatigues, and held it over her head and shoulders. He'd heard vampires had trouble with crossing bodies of water, but he didn't know if they also had trouble with the rain. Her clear blue eyes looked up at him, and she gave a rare carefree laugh and smile at him. Pip grinned roguishly at her. They hurried back to the mansion as well, the rain coming down harder. Once inside, they paused in the hallway the Wild Geese had just exited while heading back to their rooms. Seras smiled and ducked out from beneath his coat.

"Thank you," she said.

"Your welcome," Pip smirked.

They stood there in an amicable but embarrassed silence on Seras' part. Her Captain looked amazing. From his bright gaze to his beautiful smile. He was soaked due to the heavy rain, and his clothes clung to him in their dampness. She wanted to grab onto his red scarf and drag him down for a kiss. But she didn't feel only lust towards him. She was accepting that her feelings were much more. He had comforted her through some painful times, and he wanted to be there for when her past troubled her. He could make fun of her horribly when he was around his men, but he showed such kindness without an ulterior motive around her. Seras couldn't help but think that was what made her want to learn how to return his feelings. He openly wanted her body, but that wasn't the only reason he wanted to be with her. Yet Seras was still shy. And she wanted to figure out why her Master was acting like he hated her, for she had an inkling it had something to do with him sleeping her Captain. She sighed lightly.

"I'd better be going," she said lamely, not moving an inch.

Pip nodded slightly. He wanted to be with her longer, but it was daytime even if it was overcast. She must have been tired. He leaned down and softly kissed her cheek.
"Rest well Mignonette," he said. She flushed slightly, and Pip adored this girl even more than he thought possible.

"Thank you Mr. Bernadotte," she said.

"Pip," he countered softly, "Call me Pip."

Seras still didn't feel entirely comfortable calling him by his first name. It certainly wasn't because she didn't like him! She was falling in love with him and she wanted him so badly. But they weren't a couple yet, and he was her commanding officer and her elder. She wanted to be respectful of him. But she also wanted to try to make him happy, like he tried so hard with her. She avoided his gaze until he leaned down further and raised a brow. She flushed even harder at having his face so close to hers. When she finally spoke, it was almost lost to the howling wind outside.

"Pip."

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A freshly showered Pip exited his bathroom and walked into his bedroom. The warm shower had done him wonders, relaxing his sore muscles and quieting his mind. He pushed his damp bangs back and wandered to his dresser. He pulled on one of his clean albeit worn t-shirts and slipped on a pair of boxers. He then went to his nightstand and pulled out his credit card—a recent commodity for him since he was rarely ever in one place long enough to keep a bank account open. He had one in his hometown in France where he kept a portion of the money he earned fighting saved away. But since he was planning on staying in England for a while, he'd opened one in London as well. He looked at the clean-cut plastic and tapped it against his fingers.

Before he had retreated to his room, John had given Pip his laptop. It rested on Pip's bedcover waiting. Pip tossed his credit card down next to it. He then plopped himself down on his bed, resting on his stomach. His loose still-drying hair fell around him, beginning to suck away the warm from his shower and his room. Pip didn't mind. He actually wondered if he made a tempting picture lying on his belly, scantily clad, with his caramel hair falling around him. He should have wanted to tempt Seras…but he found himself hoping to draw in the Count though the vampire wasn't even there.

Pip sighed tiredly, refusing to let his mind keep running around in circles. He opened the borrowed laptop. He listened to it hum and whirl to life. It took so long to turn on it got on Pip's nerves. When the computer was finally ready, Pip opened up the web and went to work. He leaned up on his elbows, his fingers hovering over the keys. There were so many things he wanted to look up…

The machine in front of him sparked his memory. Pip proceeded to buy himself a laptop. He bought the cheapest one he could find. He didn't want anything fancy, just something practical. With his first purchase complete, Pip placed his credit card down on the bedspread once more and racked his brain. He felt a quiver of nervousness at his next exploration. Pip thought computers were handy and some of them were pretty cool, but this was a friend's laptop and he felt like the world at large would know what he'd been researching. Pip steeled his nerves and his fingers pressed into the soft keys. The results for the word 'sadism' appeared before him. Pip's green eye was immediately drawn to his own language.

"The Marquis de Sade…oh right," he said softly to himself. He clicked on the name and the tale about one of France's more infamous historical figures presented itself. Pip read quickly, soaking in the information. He read what he already knew; that sadism was deriving sexual gratification from inflicting pain or emotional abuse on others.

Pip ran a hand down his face. Therein lied his problem. He was only now recognizing that he hadn't really been finding his inner sadist, he was just scraping to satisfy Alucard's masochistic desires. Pip didn't find pleasure in inflicting pain on Alucard. He was aroused by Alucard's reactions to the pain, but he didn't want to hurt the Count. He would have been perfectly fine having fantastically kinky sex without causing the vampire any more agony. Pip reflected on other passages that caught his attention. While the Marquis de Sade's creative writings were truly obscene, the sexual acts he'd actually taken place in weren't as violent as they were believed to be. He'd apparently never drawn blood though there was whipping involved.

Pip laughed softly at the beautiful irony. Sadism was named after a Frenchman who was no where near as cruel as the man Pip was sleeping with. And here Pip was, another Frenchman who couldn't reach that level of brutality either.

'Sadism should have been named after Dracula', he thought. His eyes wandered down to one phrase in particular.

"Freedom through bondage," Pip read aloud. He smiled to himself after a moment. That made perfect sense to him. Alucard wished to have a lover that he could completely hand himself over to. To have the chance to totally relinquish his control for the time that they were together. The Count didn't have to think about anything else but what was being done to him and the sensations those actions caused. Pip had thought it many times before and he still meant it. If he could make the Count happy even for a little while, make him forget his troubles, then Pip was happy in turn. Pip's smile widened and became more genuine.

He could still do this. He could. He was already the dominant bed partner that the Count wanted, so he could also become the sadistic one. Pip could do this without loosing himself, without changing himself. Because surely being sadistic didn't mean physically torturing the Count to the point his blood splattered the walls. It didn't mean mentally goading him to the point the Count's past came back to haunt him. Pip could be 'sadistic' without being textbook definition of it. Pip ran his fingers along the side of the gradually warming computer and a new wave of self-confidence washed over him. This was exactly what he'd needed. He looked at the written name 'Marquis de Sade' for a long moment.

"Merci," he murmured smiling.

Pip clicked on the search engine again his fingers uselessly dancing above the letter keys trying to remember what to look up next. Just because he'd reassured himself he could mentally manage to fulfill the Count's request didn't mean his mind was overflowing with inspiration. After all, he'd promised the Count a real punishment later on that afternoon and he needed to think of something spectacular. Pip wasn't sure what to look for though. He had a plethora of ideas for what to do with a woman but not necessarily with a man. This was still rather unfamiliar territory for him.

Pip felt his face heat considerably before he typed 'sex tips for men'. He found a flurry of results and clicked on the one that interested him most. He found some suggestions appealing, but rather useless considering he had a masochistic vampire to make happy. He needed something…on the extreme side. Or simply something that neither of them had thought of yet. However, knowing how long Alucard had been alive, he'd probably thought of everything. Pip continued looking in vain for some time.

He gave up and began browsing a selection of sex-toys from a reputable site and discovered things he'd never even heard of. It was amazing. He put his credit card to use many times over, but he made sure he checked the 'discreet shipping' option every time. Instead of having his purchases shipped to the Hellsing manor, he requested they be sent to the post in town. He could easily go pick them up and avoid the humiliation of having someone else grab them. He grimaced at the thought of Walter being the one to find them. Pip quickly continued his browsing, unwilling to give to much thought to the nosy butler. He paused when he read a term he'd never seen before.

"What the hell's a p-spot?" he asked himself. His green eye scanned the description of what it was and how to stimulate it. Apparently, a man's prostate was called the 'p-spot' because it mirrored a woman's 'g-spot'. Pip laughed to himself. He was well acquainted with Alucard's prostate. He wasn't afraid to pleasure the vampire by pushing on it with his fingers or with his cock. But what Pip hadn't known was that it was possible to give that pleasure without having to enter the nosferatu.

Pip did have his doubts however. He adored driving Alucard mad when he was inside him or fingering him. It didn't seem like it would be as much fun to push against the vampire's prostate any other way…but this might be worth a try…

His increasingly lust ridden brain formed a devious plan. He grinned to himself but had to adjust his hips on the bed. He was aggravated at how he couldn't seem to control his libido around Alucard or when merely thinking about the vampire.

Pip leaned over to his nightstand and slipped his credit card back in is wallet. He turned back to the borrowed computer and quickly deleted the browsing history. He trusted his men, but he wasn't going to be a fool and leave evidence of his escapades with Alucard out in the open. With the proof destroyed, he turned the computer off. Once the humming had silenced, Pip rose from his bed.

He quickly braided his long hair and slipped his eye patch on. He was halfway through putting on a faded pair of light blue jeans when he stopped. Impulsively, he took off his jeans and his underwear, before donning his jeans and boots again. He had no need of his boxers today. He knew exactly what he was going to be doing once he reached the basement. He'd taunted the Count on his lack of undergarments before, but that didn't alter his choice. Pip felt some double-standards were good for their agreement.

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Alucard rose fluidly from his throne as he felt Pip's presence approaching the doors to his chambers. The Frenchman froze, his hand poised to knock, when the doors parted. He really shouldn't have been surprised by this any longer, but the undead were so dissimilar to the living in many ways. And in others they were exactly the same. They loved, they mourned, and they desired. They laughed and they cried. They felt just like humans did. Pip felt a pang in his heart as he crossed the threshold into Alucard's chambers. People were fond of saying the dead had it easy, it was those left behind who suffered most. For the first time in his life, Pip disagreed with that. It was the undead who had it the worst. They were feared, hated, and persecuted. They would never age and never die while those around the undead lived fleeting lives. If they did not find a companion willing to join their kind, they would essentially exist alone forever. Pip didn't know why, maybe it was because he didn't want to leave Seras all alone, maybe it was because he'd seen Alucard so heartbroken, but it was a painful realization. He took a deep breath and pushed those thoughts away from his mind. Now wasn't the time for his own melancholy feelings, but to ravage the gorgeous vampire in front of him. Pip smiled slyly as Alucard approached him curiously.

Alucard wanted to openly salivate. Pip looked so incredibly causal, so himself, and because of that he was the sexiest Alucard had ever seen him. The Frenchman was dressed in a beautifully tight around the hips pair of light blue jeans, a very faded purple t-shirt with a band's insignia on it, and his black combat boots. Pip's hair was braided and draped down over one shoulder, and Alucard didn't miss what Pip had done. Occasionally when Pip hurriedly plaited his hair, a small group of his caramel strands remained unbraided and hung loosely next to said braid. Alucard remained unaware of whether Pip had done this purposefully or not, but he appreciated the action none the less. For Alucard, it was a subtle yet perfect example of what kind of lover he wanted Pip to be. What kind of lover Pip was. The mercenary was so comfortable with himself that he didn't have to put on airs around the vampire. Alucard appreciated how Pip wanted to please him, but it was this simple and menial moment of not caring about his preferences that pleased the vampire more. Alucard was hopeful that it signaled Pip's already sturdy confidence was continuing to grow, and that the Frenchman would realize Alucard was fine with anything. He'd never asked Pip to respect him or attempt take care of him, and though his infatuated heart was grateful, he loved to see Pip push both their boundaries.
Alucard's purring rumbled in Pip's ears as the vampire leaned in close to him. Pip brazenly poked his tongue out and trailed the wet appendage up the smooth column of Alucard's throat.

"Miss me?" he questioned, smirking.

"Of course," Alucard purred, moving closer. He frowned slightly when he felt only one of Pip's arms loop around his waist. He glanced to the side and saw a burlap sack in the mercenary's clutches again. The stirring in his loins was instantaneous. "A bag of goodies?" Alucard asked casually. He leaned his chin on Pip's shoulder and pressed his nose to the worn fabric of his t-shirt. It was obvious Pip had kept the garment for many years, and while the smell of laundry detergent indicated its cleanliness, it was so saturated with Pip's delightful scent it made the vampire dizzy.

"I have a few tricks up my sleeve," Pip chuckled warmly. He let the bag drop to the ground, and Alucard took note that there was no heavy thud. He surmised that Pip hadn't brought the chains with him this time, but his curiosity was piqued. He ran his nose along Pip's cheek, before licking at the Frenchman's mouth.

"What's in there?" he asked keenly, red eyes boring into green.

"Be patient," Pip scolded him with a grin.

He broke away from Alucard and took the bag over the vampire's throne. He looked that the ancient relic with nothing short of reverence. It was a piece of history that still served its medieval prince. Pip released his burlap sack for a second time and threw a look over his shoulder. Alucard wasn't tense nor did he look angry. A throne was one of the ultimate symbols of a king's power, and this king didn't seem to mind a simple human mercenary being near it. Pip smiled at him and turned his attention back towards the throne. He ran a hand over the simplistically carved wooden arms and was surprised the wood didn't splinter into his skin. He didn't believe it was stained like most furniture, but the wood was smooth and well-built. The fabric of the seat and back of the chair was a rich crimson, but due to the faint light of the basement and centuries of use it appeared vermillion. The back of the throne wasn't overly tall; in fact it was the perfect height for what Pip wanted to try. At the crest of the red fabric, delicately embroidered in golden thread, was a symbol. Pip couldn't tell what it was at first, but the longer he looked the more he realized it was the shape of a dragon. His green eye widened. 'A dragon…'

"My order and that of my ancestors," Alucard said quietly, breaking Pip from his reverie. He slowly walked over to Pip. Alucard had always been proud of who he was, though not always of what he'd done. And it brought to light what he thought was the greatest challenge of all for him. He was silently coercing Pip to fall in love with a man who was as much a monster in life as he was in death. Pip saw there was a lingering repressed human side to him, but Pip was the only one it showed itself around. Alucard refrained from sighing as he was reminded that all the odds were stacked against him. They always had been. But he was going to win this time. All he wanted was Pip's love.
Alucard was brought from his own musings when Pip swiftly turned his back on the throne and sat down in it. Pip swallowed nervously. It was surprisingly comfortable for something so old. He gradually relaxed, and he felt a surge of confidence at the desire in Alucard's eyes. Pip slouched in the throne, one leg resting normally the other stretched out in front of him. Pip recognized it was a rude posture to be in on a king's throne, but he figured anything that could injure Alucard's pride could be considered sadistic. Pip rocked his extended foot side to side in what looked like a wave.

"It suits you," Alucard said, tucking his gloved hands into the pockets of his slacks.
Pip laughed dubiously, "I doubt it. I don't have nearly enough class."

"That's not true," Alucard countered, "You can be quite the gentleman when you try." Alucard took a few steps closer. "How about today…you can be the prince…" His fangs gleamed in the dim light. While it was a tempting offer, Pip had already put a great deal of thought into what he already had planned.

"Maybe another day," he said, "Right now, I need to reprimand you for the shit you pulled under the table."

Alucard swallowed thickly as Pip's grin took on a merciless tinge. "What are you going to do?"

Pip lazily looked around at the seat he was in before crafting his expression into a thoughtful one. He rested his hands on his stomach and twiddled his thumbs.

"I should make you sit on my boner, but I'm afraid you'd enjoy that too much," he said, and he admittedly felt a little ridiculous. He loved the games and personas they used with each other, but he had an increasing desire to not have to put on an act. Yet he wasn't going to back out of this. He knew he could do this. He could please the Count and still be himself. …He only wished he could be himself with the Count.

"Take off your clothes," he continued. He put his seemingly never ending doubts to the back of his mind. He was going to enjoy his time with the vampire like he always had. He wasn't going to let his reservations and out-of-the-blue longings change that.
Alucard listened to Pip's thoughts and he refused to hold back his response. He walked over to Pip and placed his hands on the younger man's knees as he leaned down. "You can always be yourself with me," Alucard said genuinely.

Pip squirmed and his face heated as the vampire responded to his inner musings once again. "I—"

"Pip it means a great deal to me that you want to be sadistic for me, but I'm not asking you to be someone else," he continued, "I chose you because I was attracted to you. We have amazing sex whether you tie me down or not. I've told you I don't know how many times. I'm willing to accept whatever you want to give me."

Pip looked deeply into crimson eyes. "You're really okay with that?"

"Of course I am," Alucard replied.

"I can do this," Pip said aloud, not only reminding himself but reassuring Alucard.

"I know," the vampire smiled softly, "You're already an amazing lover. And you have hurt me in ways that make me hard just thinking about them. So, you don't have to push yourself." He leaned forward and kissed Pip, licking at the younger man's lips, entreating them to open from the start. Alucard wanted to say it so desperately. 'I love you exactly as you are.' But he couldn't. Not yet.

Pip felt his inhibitions melt away at the vampire's words. He kissed Alucard back forcefully, pouring his former confusion and now burning desire into the kiss. Pip had already tried to convince himself, but what he'd truly needed was to hear the Count's acceptance of him with his own ears. Alucard suddenly moaned his deep voice rumbling in his throat. Pip pulled away from their tangling tongues and sucked in a breath from the cold basement air.

"I thought I told you to take off your clothes," he unexpectedly murmured, his voice laced with anger.

Alucard gulped and nearly pressed his legs together as a pang of lust hit his lower belly. Alucard pressed a series of kisses to Pip's lips and face, appeasing the younger man, before standing up straight and divesting himself of his clothes.

"How many times must I go over this with you," Pip said exasperatedly, "Slow down. I don't care how embarrassed you are, I want ample time to ogle you." Pip raised a brow expectantly and Alucard felt the vague temptation to smack the Frenchman upside the head. How many times was Alucard going to have to tell Pip that he would accept anything and everything the mercenary would give him? Any irritation Alucard felt hastily dissipated. Alucard and Pip were similar to one another when it came to a soldier's mentality, but the biggest difference between them was Pip still retained and listened to his conscience. He couldn't expect Pip to throw away his scruples and torture him like the Van Helsings had, even if Pip was a paid killer.

Alucard slowed down his movements, taking his time removing his clothing. Pip was staring enraptured, and Alucard felt a wave of self-satisfaction that he—a man—could arouse Pip so. His garments fell to the floor one by one, until an untidy pile sat next to the burlap sack Pip had brought with him. Alucard wasn't ashamed to be standing naked in front of his lover, but he enjoyed pretending to be. He crossed his arms over his stomach in an insecure manner, though he didn't dare cover his obvious arousal. Alucard looked at Pip and waited.

"Turn around," Pip said. Alucard turned his back on Pip, and glanced to the side as Pip started rummaging through whatever was in the bag. "Eyes forward," Pip reproached. Alucard pouted slightly as he turned his gaze to the opposite wall. He was curious, but also he knew the surprises Pip provided him were just as thrilling as knowing what was going to happen. "Put your hands behind your back," Pip demanded. Alucard promptly placed his hands behind him, fighting the urge to beseech Pip to take note of his hardened cock. Pip loved to make him wait, and Alucard would simply have to tolerate it.

Alucard hissed loudly and violently when something snapped around both his wrists. It wasn't the restraint that drew such a reaction from him; it was the intense smarting of his skin. Alucard uselessly tried to look over his shoulder to see what Pip had put on him while trying to get out of the restraints. He glared at Pip questioningly.

"Two crucifixes were melted down to create those handcuffs," Pip explained. Needless to say, he had taken another trip down to the old and underused armory before coming to Alucard's chambers. This time Pip did let the metal touch the bare skin of Alucard's wrists, forcing himself not to care if the vampire was in discomfort. He was about to cause Alucard more pain, but more importantly for Pip he would bring Alucard a great deal of pleasure as well. "Face me," Pip said. Alucard turned to him, and his black brows were knit with his distress.

"They hurt," Alucard mumbled.

"Then I'm doing well," Pip said smugly.

A flash of a smile crossed Alucard's lips, "Indeed you are."

"Come here," Pip said, crooking a finger.

Alucard stepped closer until he was between Pip's open legs. Pip gazed at his lover's cock and continued to appreciate the sight of it. He liked the feel of it in his hands, not to mention the taste of it, yet he continued to wonder what it would be like to have Alucard take him… Pip swallowed thickly, but then sat up properly in the throne. He placed his hands on Alucard's hips and leaned forward. He kissed a slow trail up the underside of Alucard's cock, pausing and grinning when he felt it throb beneath his lips. When he reached the head, he swirled his tongue around it a few times before moving away. Pip then used his hold on Alucard's pelvis and guided him into his desired position.

Alucard huffed and grumbled to himself when Pip stopped that wondrous line of kisses on his arousal and moved him. Alucard found himself lying face down on Pip's left leg, his groin rubbing against Pip's jeans. Pip used his right leg to pin Alucard's legs down. Alucard wasn't entirely sure what to make of this, but he assumed it meant good things because his face was inches from the floor and his ass was right in Pip's lap. He heard rustling again but didn't bother to try and sneak a peek. Pip was trailing a finger around his backside, and Alucard fought the carnal need to grind against Pip's thigh. He impatiently waited for whatever Pip was going to do. He yelped when Pip did it.

"Ouch!" Alucard tried to straighten himself up, but with Pip's legs keeping his own still and the binds on his hands, Alucard had no purchase to lift himself. His backside stung miserably, because Pip had hit him! "What was that?" Alucard asked his voice tight.

"Don't tell me you never had this done to you as kid?" Pip asked in a tone that implied he didn't appreciate Alucard feigning ignorance, "Not even by your mother?" Pip hit Alucard again and the vampire squirmed and whined in pain.

"N-no," Alucard confessed, "My parents never spanked me." 'We suffered a lot worse when I was young,' he added silently. He hissed as Pip struck him again, "Damn it that hurts!"

"I always got my grandfather's belt when I did something wrong," Pip said conversationally, "I was always getting into trouble when I was little. And with what you pulled on me yesterday, I figure this is a fitting punishment. But I just want you to remember Count; this hurts me more than it hurts you."

Another hard blow landed on Alucard's buttocks. "Yeah right," he mumbled.

"Don't talk back to me," Pip said sternly.

A harder hit forced Alucard to tense all over followed by a series of inescapable smacks. But he could feel it now. Pip was hitting him as hard as he could, and considering Pip was a man and a trained soldier that was pretty hard, but that wasn't what caused Alucard such pain. Pip was wearing something on his hand. "W-what is that?" he stuttered as a blow interrupted him.

"This old thing?" Pip asked wiggling his fingers though Alucard couldn't see it. "It's a glove made from a Catholic priest's cassock."

"What?!" Alucard asked incredulously.

Pip gave Alucard another firm smack, and was surprised to see how red the vampire's buttocks were turning at the exposure to a sanctified item. "I wasn't sure this would work," Pip confessed, he ran his ungloved hand soothingly over Alucard's ass. It did little to comfort the nosferatu who simply squirmed in place. "How does it feel Count?"

"It burns," Alucard replied, his head hanging in defeat. The Frenchman managed to hit him in the same places over and over allowing him no relief. The flesh where his buttocks met his upper thighs stung wretchedly. He was now caught in his species' limbo once more; his body was already in an aroused state and was turning his pain into more pleasure. Every time he wriggled to get away from Pip's hand, his cock rubbed against Pip's thigh. Every blow hurt, but it was perfect, and he wanted more.

But Pip had stopped, and Alucard didn't know whether to be thankful or disappointed. Pip slipped off the glove and threw it on the floor. He had made his point, but that wasn't all he had planned. He leaned down and promptly bit one of Alucard's taut buttocks, earning a grunt from the vampire. He let go of the tempting flesh before running his tongue along the abused skin. Alucard panted, and Pip gripped his ass and spread him open. He could see Alucard's entrance, the little puckered hole waiting for him. Pip threw a glance at the direction of Alucard's head before he leaned down and ran his tongue over Alucard's entrance.

The vampire gasped and froze beneath him before struggling to get away even harder. Alucard panicked when Pip's hot tongue traveled over his hole.

"No!" he cried, his head thrashing side to side.

Pip removed his tongue. "No?" he question.

"I don't want you to do that," Alucard whined.

"Why not?" Pip asked. Alucard was the first person whose ass he'd ever licked, and he frankly thought Alucard was the perfect one to do it with. Alucard didn't use this part of his body anymore, and vampires didn't carry diseases. Besides Pip was having fun with this. He was becoming bolder and surely this was pleasurable to Alucard. So what was the problem?

"I just don't…" Alucard confessed softly. His face was flushed and he was glad he could see nothing but the floor beneath him. He'd never had a problem using his tongue on anyone, man or woman, but he had never much cared for the idea of poking a tongue into someone's ass. He whimpered when Pip's talented hands spread him open even more.

"I'm sorry Count," Pip whispered, "But I'm not giving you a choice." Pip punctually placed his tongue on Alucard's entrance again, swirling his tongue around the tight ring of muscle.

"Pip don't," Alucard begged in a defeated moan. He pumped his hips against Pip's leg without realizing it.

Alucard had to admit it to himself. Pip's tongue down there actually felt really good. Besides, Alucard didn't pose any of the health risks a human did when doing this. There was nothing to stop Pip from doing what he wanted, and Alucard couldn't stop himself from falling under the spell of that gifted tongue. Alucard didn't dare speak it, he barely even wanted to think it, but he didn't have to. As if knowing what he already wanted, Pip pushed his tongue inside as deeply as he could go. Alucard let a luxurious moan fall from his lips. He couldn't decide if he wanted to push his hips forward and rub his straining arousal against Pip's leg or push back and offer himself to Pip's tongue. He didn't have to make a decision. Pip removed his tongue and replaced it with his fingers. Alucard loved Pip's hands. His fingers were long and slim, tender yet rough considering the Frenchman's profession. Two fingers found the telltale bump on his inner walls. But the mercenary's tongue didn't abandon him. Pip's wet muscle traced around his entrance as his fingers wreaked havoc on Alucard's body.

"Pip please," Alucard begged, though for what he did not now. His fangs were extended and aching in his mouth. His brows furrowed, and his red eyes were glazed with lust. His unneeded breathes increased in pace as the tension in his lower belly coiled tighter and tighter. He clenched his teeth as he neared his peak. The rubbing of Pip's fingers became more insistent and Alucard didn't stand a chance against his lover's attentions.

His climax washed over him, his balls tightened, and he came onto the fabric of Pip's jeans. The relief of the tension was instant and momentarily mind numbing, but it only lasted a short while. Pip stopped his attentions and sat up straight while removing his fingers. It didn't matter though. Alucard's desire had only begun, and Pip hadn't even climaxed yet.

Pip carefully guided Alucard to sit on one of his legs, and the mercenary smirked as the vampire winced. Alucard could heal quickly from anything, but his bum was going to be sore a little while longer. Once given the chance, Alucard leaned forward and deeply kissed Pip. He moved his tongue around the mercenary's mouth, attempting to remove any taste of himself that Pip might have found unpleasant. But his keen senses didn't pick up any offending taste, and he could sense Pip wasn't displeased in the slightest. Quite the opposite in fact. Pip hummed happily and cupped Alucard's cheek in one hand. He slowed down their kiss, letting their tongues lazily slide against each other. Pip broke away and licked Alucard's chin.

"Ready for more?" Pip asked. He glanced down and found his answer standing hard, flushed, and dripping with want. Pip gave Alucard's cock a few hard pumps, and he drank in the sight of the rapturous wince and gasp the nosferatu gave. Alucard looked him in the eye and nodded eagerly, his voice having escaped him. Pip grinned widely.
"Stand up then," he said. Alucard shakily rose to his feet, a tricky task since the handcuffs were still on him. Pip stood up as well, and Alucard's mouth watered at the tent in the front of Pip's pants. Pip stepped closer to him, close enough for his clothes to brush against Alucard's bare skin teasingly, and undid the handcuffs on one wrists only.
"Now sit down," Pip said.

Alucard sat down on his throne and instantly brought a hand to his aching erection. Pip glowered disapprovingly and slapped his hand away after retrieving a few more things from his bag. "It should go without saying that you don't touch yourself until I tell you to," Pip chided.

"But you told me to tease you," Alucard countered, grinning defiantly.

"That I did," Pip relented, "But our old rules are back in place…don't pout." Alucard stuck his bottom lip out exaggeratedly anyway.

Pip leaned down and wrapped both arms around Alucard's waist before he hefted the vampire up. Alucard grasped onto Pip's shoulders uncertainly as the younger man easily lifted his tall form. Alucard compliantly let Pip pose him however he wished and found himself with one of his legs slung over each wooden arm of his throne. He winced as he was forced to straddle his throne and sighed dejectedly when his hands were cuffed individually to the carved posts that helped form the back of his throne.

'Of course he brought more than one pair,' Alucard thought. Yet he was glad that Pip had. He felt this position was vaguely reminiscent of when Pip had made Alucard straddle his coffin, but he believed that Pip had plenty of new things to try.

The vampire smiled when Pip kissed his nose, then his chin, before placing a line of feather light kisses down his body. He stopped at Alucard's navel, and the vampire pushed his hips forward in need. But no matter how impatient or desperate he became, he prized the fact that Frenchman made him wait until Pip was ready.

Pip sank down to his knees in front of Alucard, and despite the debauched position he'd forced the Count into, the air of nobility clung to the man like an expensive perfume. Pip felt like a supplicant, and he was more than willing to worship Alucard like the King he was. Alucard shifted slightly, the sound of the metal cuffs echoed throughout the basement. Pip looked up at Alucard, and the vampire steadily returned his gaze. Pip kissed Alucard's inner thighs, sometimes taking the smooth skin between his teeth. He felt it stronger than he had before. Pip cherished this man…perhaps he even adored him. Pip blinked and cast his eyes down. No. No, adoration was a sign of something more. Something the Count didn't want and something Pip was destined to give to someone else. Pip took a deep breath and focused, yet he missed Alucard's bemused expression as the vampire watched him. He didn't fully understand the flickers of distress that he sensed in Pip's aura, but he wished the younger man would talk to him. Pip had proven to him the previous night in the kitchen that he was someone Alucard could be open with and depend upon. It was obvious to Alucard he was going to have to work harder in order to make Pip feel the same towards him.

When Pip put his lips on him, all thoughts were washed from Alucard's mind. Pip's clever tongue moved right to his exposed entrance, the way he was straddling his throne conveniently kept his ass in the air, pushing his tongue inside without forewarning. Alucard leaned his head back and moaned as the wet supple appendage teased him. He tried squirming around but he was effectively stuck in place for the time being. Pip's nose brushed against his taint and he shivered. That was another area of his body that was left rather unexplored.

Pip was going to rectify that. He removed his tongue from Alucard's passage, and ran it soundly up the vampire's bare perineum.

"Oooh," Alucard moaned loudly. He'd never felt anything like this before. Pip's tongue was scalding hot against the sensitive skin. But the nature of the touch was soft and left him tingling.

A single green eye stared up at him lustfully, and Pip kept eye contact as he moved down to lick Alucard again. Pip moved his tongue more soundly against Alucard's taint, gaining confidence with every whimper and groan the vampire let out. He hadn't been sure he would feel comfortable doing this. He hadn't been sure Alucard would like it. Yet his bold endeavor had paid off for his proof was Alucard's weeping erection. Pip trailed his tongue from Alucard's anus to his balls over and over. His tongue was providing a new kind of pleasure for the vampire due to touching that small smooth patch of skin. Pip's erection was throbbing in his jeans, but instead of lowering a hand to his own arousal he used both hands to spread Alucard's legs farther apart. He knew there was no part of Alucard he didn't want to worship, and it was a heady experience for the mercenary to use his mouth so thoroughly on the ancient nosferatu. Pip had to stifle a moan of his own as the scent of Alucard's arousal began making itself known to Pip's limited human senses. Pip finally removed his tongue from Alucard's perineum and the vampire sagged against his throne, though if it was in relief or frustration Pip wasn't sure. He moved higher up Alucard's body, still on his knees before the vampire. He had managed to morph another supposedly submissive pose to his advantage. Pip swiftly took Alucard's cock into his mouth, the vampire bucking his hips at the warm wet cavern surrounding him. Pip teased the head with the tip of his tongue before gliding it along the underside. He held Alucard's hips firmly as he slowly inched his way down the vamipire's aching cock. He stopped when Alucard hit the back of his throat and began sucking. His hands wandered from Alucard's firm thighs to lower down. He ran a finger along where his tongue had been moments ago but used more pressure. The reaction was what he expected. Alucard hissed and tried to get away from the finger pushing onto his taint.

"Pip wait," he said hesitantly. Pip didn't wait, and it only caused the feeling to become stranger for Alucard. He wasn't a fool, he knew that a tongue caused a different sensation than a finger, but something…wasn't quite right when Pip started running the tip of his finger along his perineum. It didn't hurt, but it was weird. Actually, he squirmed around trying to get that peculiar feeling to end to no avail, it felt like he needed to urinate. He'd forgotten what that need really felt like. He hadn't had to in centuries! But now he felt like he had a full bladder that he wanted to relieve. "Pip please," he begged mortified. What was going on with him? "I think I need to…" He couldn't finish his sentence. He was too ashamed.

Pip thankfully stopped moving that one finger against him and released him from his mouth. A fine strand of saliva kept Pip's mouth connected to Alucard's cock before he broke it with a good natured laugh. "Does it feel like you need to take a piss?" Pip asked bluntly.

Alucard looked to the side and nodded his face burning. "Yes."

"That's normal," Pip reassured him. Of course, he wasn't talking from experience but simply from what he'd read earlier that afternoon. Some men felt the need to urinate when a partner pushed on their perineum with a finger and others didn't. "It'll pass. Just give it a minute and it should start to feel good."

"Okay," Alucard nodded. He trusted Pip. Yet for the first time in a long time, he was wary of his own bladder. Luckily he wouldn't be able to embarrass himself since there was nothing his body needed to let go of like a human's.

Pip grinned and took Alucard into his mouth once more, taking him in as far as he could without deepthroating him. He returned his right hand to the vampire's taint, this time applying pressure with a knuckle. The pressure was just as firm, but Alucard seemed to be more comfortable with it. He relaxed into the pleasure, and his breathes came in rapid shallow pants. He didn't know what Pip was pushing up against, but it felt similar to when the Frenchman prodded at his prostate. Any discomfort quickly passed and melted into pleasure, and he pushed his hips forward asking for more. He enjoyed the foreign pleasure and was gratified with the knowledge that it was a mercenary a fraction of his age that brought it to him. He moaned helplessly when Pip inserted two fingers inside of him, still running a finger from his other hand between his legs while sucking him. Pip's fingers quickly went to his prostate, vigorously milking it, once inside the vampire.

Alucard gnashed his elongated fangs as a highly sensitive part of his body was assaulted from all sides. Words tumbled from his lips as his eyelids fluttered closed. He wasn't sure if he'd just spoken in Romanian or English, but he didn't care either way. There were no words to convey what he was feeling. His body was being pleasured so intensely it was painful. He curled in on himself, attempting to move away from Pip's hands and mouth. There was nowhere he could go. He was trapped and being sexually stimulated so expertly he though it torturous. His loins burned white hot with need, the tension building up.

When Alucard came, his climax was not smooth but a kick in the gut. His over stimulated form pumped as much release out as it could, and Alucard's eyes fell closed as his mouth fell open in a silent scream. Every nerve ending was shredded, sexually gratified beyond reason. He gasped for breath once his orgasm passed, and slumped against his throne. His keen hearing didn't miss the sound of Pip purposefully gulping and swallowing every drop he gave him. He looked at the younger man in a daze as Pip rose from the floor.

Pip ran his hands up and down Alucard's sides, taut muscles quivering beneath alabaster skin. He kissed his way back up Alucard's beautiful body. He carded his fingers into silken black hair and kissed the vampire forcefully. Alucard whimpered as desire racked through him again, his greedy physiology wanting more though he'd just experienced an earth shattering climax moments ago. Pip pulled away from Alucard's mouth and drew in harsh ragged breathes. Alucard's eyes widened slightly. Pip still hadn't come yet. He hadn't even undone his jeans! How could the poor boy stand it?!
Pip's visible eye appeared darker with desire, and there was a faint trembling in his limbs as he stood before the vampire. "I want you so fucking bad," he groaned.

The scent of Pip's lust hung heavy in the air, and Alucard breathed it in deeply. It clung to his palate, and the nosferatu ran his tongue over his teeth.

"Then take me," he offered, his deep voice thrumming in Pip's ears. Pip smirked darkly and nipped at the vampire's bottom lip, the sharp pain resulting in a pang of want in his groin.

"Stay right here for me."

Alucard wanted to roll his eyes. He didn't exactly have a choice with these handcuffs. They still stung his wrists, but Alucard was such a needy pained mess that he couldn't tell what hurt and what felt good by that time.

Pip leaned down and grabbed something else from the bag, something far less insidious. A clear bottle of lubricant was snapped open as Pip hurriedly undid his jeans. He hissed softly as the constriction around his cock was relieved, but then the unbearable throbbing came back tenfold. He ached terribly and he was already heavily leaking precome. He shook the bottle of lubricant for a moment before pouring a good amount into the palm of his hand. He stroked it onto his cock and whimpered at the long awaited contact and friction. Once Pip started stroking himself, it was difficult to make himself stop. Yet he managed with sheer force of will. He moved back to Alucard's lewdly waiting form and put his legs through the gaps between the arms and the seat of the vampire's throne. With his feet planted firmly on the ground standing close enough he could easily penetrate Alucard, he took his erection in his hand and lined himself up. He wanted to say something, something teasing or sexy, but he simply yearned to take Alucard so desperately he his lust ridden mind couldn't think of anything. The only thing his excited body instinctually shouted to him was in…in…in…! He couldn't stand to wait any longer and at long last pushed inside Alucard's gloriously tight passage. Pip buried himself into the hilt, and rested his forehead on Alucard's cool shoulder as the vampire's warm walls gripped him deliciously.

"Fuck yes…" Pip moaned deeply, his head swimming with momentary relief and an all consuming need.

Alucard, however, did something he had never done with Pip and truly meant it. He nearly sobbed as Pip finally penetrated him. He wasn't in pain because Pip didn't stretch him properly of didn't use enough lubricant. He didn't know why, this penetration was agonizing. And he felt guilty because of it! He adored Pip's cock, he loved the length and the girth and how warm it was especially when it was inside him… But Alucard's inner walls were ablaze and caused him pain like never before. He hissed violently and growled deep in his throat. His animistic protests swiftly gave way to tears and pleas.
"Pip take it out…take it out please…please it hurts!" Bloody tears gathered in his narrowed scarlet eyes. His body's natural reaction was to squeeze around the offending intrusion, but all that did was intensify his agony. "Please Pip!" he begged.

He was answered with a sound slap across the face. It left him dazed for a moment, but he moaned in pleasure at the harsh contact. He had told Pip to hit him once before, and it looked like the Frenchman had taken that to heart. But that pain didn't drown out the pain from his backside. "Pip—"

"Shut your fucking mouth," Pip snarled. Alucard closed his mouth with an audible click. "I know it hurts. I bet you never thought I'd put holy water in the lube. Did you?"
Alucard shook his head and furrowed his brows in anguish. Pip had put holy water in their lubricant? That explained everything…and made it even better. Pip was indeed becoming a wonderful sadist. Alucard gasped when Pip pulled out only to roughly slam back in.

"So fucking tight," he growled, lost in the friction against his aching cock. He brushed his lips against Alucard's, and the vampire's tongue snuck out to lick at his own. Pip quickened his pace, grunting softly with each hard thrust into the now willing body beneath him. Alucard's tongue continued to move against his lips, beseeching them to open. Settled into his fast and brutal pace, Pip finally relented and opened his mouth. He let his own tongue move past his lips and tangle with Alucard's. The Frenchman grinned despite himself as he made their tongues slide and curl around one another in the open air. It was obscene and made the tension in their lower bellies wind dangerously tight. Pip moved away first and smirked darkly. He didn't slow down his thrusts, and the rough fabric of his jeans continually beat against the backs of Alucard's thighs.

"It hurts?" Pip questioned though he already knew the answer.

"It hurts so good," Alucard drawled in response, wanting the younger man to know this agony was blissful for him.

Pip chuckled darkly. "Are you going to come for me?"

"Always," Alucard replied, his voice shaking. His cock throbbed when Pip lazily licked at his lips, never braking eye contact.

"Do you want me to come on you or in you?"

"In me," Alucard needn't think about his answer, "I want to feel your come dripping back out when you're finished with me."

"Good boy."

Alucard's honest and licentious words caused an immediate seize in Pip's groin. He was at the precipice at last, his climax bubbling up. He quickened his thrusts, both men groaning at the sensuousness of Pip's member sliding in and out. Pip wrapped his arms around Alucard, anchoring himself for his imminent release. Alucard's erection rubbed against the soft fabric of his shirt, the light touch tantalizing Alucard in his desperation.
Pip suddenly froze, all his muscles completely rigid, before moaning loudly and pumping his hips wildly. Pip's climax was ripped from him violently, and he buried himself all the way inside his lover as he spilled his seed. He gave the Count his all, his moans echoing Alucard's own, who had found relief the same moment as Pip. Alucard's pleasure shot onto his own stomach, but he was more focused on the flood of warmth inside him from Pip's orgasm.

A loud purring reached Pip's ears as he panted harshly, and his body trembled in the aftermath of his climax. He finally raised his lowered head and looked at Alucard smiling. He said nothing as he undid the cuffs around the vampire's wrists, and slowly eased out of Alucard. Pip promptly sat down in the throne, though it didn't matter to him that he was sitting on it backwards, and Alucard rested on his open legs. The Count leaned back against his throne. His eyes were closed and he dragged in unneeded breathes. He opened his eyes when he felt Pip's lips against his skin.

The mercenary was cradling one of his hands between his, and Pip was placing loving kisses on the skin where the cuffs had burned him. The marks began to fade, but Pip gave the other wrist the same attention. Alucard smiled softly though the younger man wasn't looking at him. Pip was such a dedicated lover. A caring lover; on so many levels. He not only cared about Alucard's physical well-being but his mental well-being. In this age, no one else did that for Alucard. Pip looked at the vampire as his purring grew louder.

"How do you feel?" he asked. On one hand he was glad that he was able to yet again fulfill the Count's need for pain during sex, but on the other he was worried that it was too much considering how distraught the vampire had been the previous night.

Alucard chuckled but he was still panting so hard he coughed a little instead. "Oh I'm feeling wonderful," he replied, "My ass hurts…" He shifted slightly, "But that was hot. That was fucking amazing."

Pip smiled relieved, "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

Alucard laughed a little louder, his deep voice turning a little huskier from all his moaning, groaning, and speaking nonstop. "I enjoyed it very much. It was perfect."

Pip nodded still smiling. He sighed happily as he let the afterglow wash over him stronger than it ever had before with any other lover. He felt high but with such a greater sense of security than any alcohol could ever give him—he never did drugs. He refused to even try them, but he guessed this was what the ultimate hit felt like. Every muscle and tendon in his body was utterly relaxed, his mind at ease and worry free even if only for that moment. Pip swayed back and forth slightly, and Alucard's grabbed onto his upper arms while still languidly resting on his throne.

"That was good fucking sex," Pip grinned toothily, his eyelid at half-mast.

Alucard smirked, "You should be one to talk. Let me tell you one thing; you may be a Wild Goose, but you come like a horse!" Alucard's could feel Pip's seed slowly dripping out of him. "Not to mention you're hung like one too." Alucard winked at him.

Pip smiled shyly, something so out of character for him, but something Alucard found incredibly sweet. "Thank you," Pip mumbled.

He leaned close to Alucard and kissed him. Alucard hummed and looped his arms around the Frenchman's neck. However, his mind was back to his worries quicker than Pip's usually was. He didn't want to badger the younger man with what had happened the night before, but it was something Alucard felt needed to be talked about. His lost love was a big part of who he was, but he wanted Pip to understand that no matter how important she was, there was still room enough for him to love Pip the way the Frenchman deserved to be loved. Pip pulled away and looked at the Count questioningly.
"What is it?" he asked. Alucard glanced to the side and remained quiet for a moment. He swallowed thickly and looked back at Pip.

"There's something I'd like to show you," he began, "But Pip, I need you to promise me that you won't tell anyone about what I'm going to show you."

Pip's eye widened in surprise, but he eagerly nodded. "It won't leave this room," he promised.

Alucard nodded curtly and deftly rose from his throne. As he pulled on just his slacks, Pip zipped up his pants, belatedly noticing there was a red stain on one leg of his jeans from on of Alucard's climaxes. Pip quickly rose from his seat and followed the vampire when he beckoned him with a finger.

They wandered over to Alucard's wardrobe located in a desolate corner of his chambers. The vampire opened the doors and began rummaging around. Pip waited patiently, but his stomach was doing summersaults in his curiosity. Eventually, Alucard found one of his most treasured items. He ran his gloved fingers over it and ignored the burning in the back of his throat.

"You know who I was mourning last night. I can't thank you enough for coming to comfort me even when you didn't have to…" he turned to Pip, an old picture frame in hand, "I thought you might want to know what she looked like." He held out the frame to Pip.

Pip quickly wiped his palms on his shirt, not wanting to damage something Alucard held dear. He took the frame and looked at the woman he had only ever heard about. She was absolutely beautiful.

"This is Mina?" Pip asked breathlessly.

"Yes," Alucard smiled warmly.

"She's lovely," Pip said, unable to find the right words to do the woman in the photo justice. Her face was round and without blemish. Her rose petal lips must have revealed a beautiful smile during her lifetime. Her large doe eyes were innocent yet wise at the same time. Her dark curls framed her face flatteringly.

Pip blinked and then froze. …These same features…he'd never seen them before, but he'd felt them in his dream the previous night. His heart raced as his mind scrambled for an answer. Why would he dream of Mina Harker? It made no sense to him. He hadn't known her—he didn't even know what she looked like until now! He wanted to ask Alucard, but he clenched his jaw shut. Pip couldn't think of anything worse than telling the man who longed for this woman that he'd dreamt about her. Her requests rattled around in his skull, but he couldn't say them or carry them out. He cherished Alucard…but whatever it was he suspected his heart was beginning to yearn for…perhaps that something more they'd never agreed to…that wasn't Pip's to have. He couldn't expect this man's heart to waver from the woman he loved for even a moment. Then again, Pip had to remind himself firmly that he'd never wanted the Count's heart. He wanted Seras' heart he told himself strongly.

He stared at Mina's photo for a moment longer, a flood of fondness washing over him. He carefully handed it back to Alucard. Alucard stared at it lovingly. This was the only thing he really had to remind himself of his Mina. He was lucky Van Helsing had never found it. He could only imagine what the old bastard would have done to him if he'd found out. He stared at her adoringly, and it only solidified it in Pip's mind. He knew that no matter what, he could never ask for anything more from Alucard.

He kissed Alucard's cheek soundly before turning to leave. He gathered up the things he'd brought down in his burlap sack and Alucard tenderly tucked his photo away. Pip paused once he slung the sack over his shoulder. He knew he shouldn't be doing this…he should have been asking Seras this, but the question was fighting to leave his lips.
"Count?"

"Yes," Alucard replied. He could easily sense Pip's uneasiness. Pip turned to the vampire and twisted the shoulder strap of the burlap sack in his hands.

"Would you…um…would you like to go out with me again after our training's over? Not to that club but just…maybe to wander around town. I know you don't get out much," Pip said. His face heated, and his skin broke out in a nervous sweat.

Alucard titled his head to one side and smiled questioningly. "You mean like a date?"
"Uh…no no," Pip blurted. He knew that didn't sound right. Dates were not part of the arraignment. "I just thought—"

He stopped speaking when Alucard lazily sauntered over to him and kissed him briefly, his tongue darting into the Frenchman's open mouth. Alucard chuckled happily and smiled softly.

"Pip I'd love to."

-Chapter End-