Summary: Requested. When the moon is full, the animal in Hans comes out.
Rating: M for leMon.
(NSFW) Picture link: lsayaku. deviantart. c*o*m /art/Hans-X-Seras-Panties-1030654 84
Disclaimer: Hellsing belongs to Kouta Hirano, artwork belongs to Lsayaku, The Captain belongs to Seras and vice versa.
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"Seras," a deep, rough voice said. It wasn't loud, but it had her attention immediately.
She stopped at the doorway to her room, "Hans."
The tall German walked towards her, despite his large feet and heavy boots, his footsteps barely made a sound.
He stayed a few steps back so she wouldn't have to crane her neck to look at him while he spoke. "I von't be in the house tonight."
"Oh, where will you be?"
He looked very uncertain, "outside."
Hans wasn't the type to be vague; an unclear answer meant he didn't know it.
"Doing what?" She asked, hoping for more information
The uncertainty was back, "hunting, howling, running."
It depended on what he felt like doing.
Then she realised something, "there's a full moon tonight. Is that what this is about?"
He nodded.
"Does it… make you dangerous?" This was his first full moon since arriving at Hellsing, not including the one on the night she had met him in the zeppelin.
He shook his head with a small, reassuring smile. "It's just better if I'm alone."
"Alright," that was probably as much as she would get from him for now, "have… fun?"
"I vill," he chuckled.
Less than half an hour before dawn, Seras was relaxing in her coffin (missing her bed terribly) when she heard familiar, light footsteps coming down the stairs.
The smile that appeared at the anticipation of seeing him vanished quickly when the footsteps stopped outside her door.
He stood there for a moment, and finally took a deep, steadying breath before turning around and going right back up the stairs.
Seras stared at the door for a moment, waiting to see if he would come back. He did not.
She sighed and settled back into her coffin, wondering what had just happened.
A few full moons later…
Seras and about five Wild Geese were out on the shooting range; it was past midnight so most of them were tired and talked more than they shot (Pip had turned in early), but Seras was still going strong.
"Why would they even be fighting?" One of the younger ones, Evans, asked.
"Who cares? Just answer." A Lieutenant named Benji told him.
Evans brow furrowed as he thought on his answer.
"Thor would win."
Benji frowned, "no way, The Hulk would kick his ass."
"Thor's a freakin' god, they're usually pretty unkillable. And The Hulk's vulnerable when he turns back into Bruce Banner."
"Like Thor's smart enough to get him to changing back."
"He doesn't have to be a genius, just smarted than The Hulk."
There was a long howl that made all the men freeze, Seras continued reloading as if she hadn't heard anything, but was actually listening closely.
"That's creepy," one of them muttered.
Seras thought it sounded sad.
"Man, I wanna be a werewolf," Benji said, turning to her, "you think you can get him to change me?"
Seras shook her head; while Hans was starting to get along with the Wild Geese, he would go through slow, painful torture before he turned any of them.
"Why?" Evans asked him.
"I think it's cool; that primal, bestial nature you keep buried within you out of fear or conformity or whatever, finally being unleashed, even if it is just once a month."
"I think you've been watching too many movies," Evans replied.
"Well, I can't be a vampire; not since I was fifteen."
He got a couple of looks from his friends.
"Fine, eighteen," Benji muttered.
Seras heard another howl, it shot straight to her heart and squeezed.
He sounded so sad that it physically made her chest hurt.
Maybe he was lonely. Wolves were pack creatures and he was all by himself, that couldn't be easy, especially on a full moon.
Whether he realised it or not, he wasn't alone; he had her. And she was going to make sure that he knew it.
The moon lit up the woods so well that Seras didn't need vampire eyes to see where she was going, but she did need vampire senses to track Hans.
She knew his scent; a masculine, piney scent that was probably from being in the woods. She followed it and giant pawprints along the Hellsing grounds.
It took her a few minutes to notice that she was walking in a circle around the manor; she was forced to follow it all the way around before it moved away.
Was he patrolling the area? Protecting his territory?
Deeper in the woods she found the remains of a stag; blood, tufts of fur, hooves and chewed up antlers.
She made a face and kept going, hoping he had at least killed it quickly.
"I didn't even know we had animals around here."
The poor girl never realised that she was being followed.
Hans had been a hunter since the day he was born; the desire was embedded in his blood. Each time he stalked his prey was a new lesson, learning something to help him become better, perfect his technique.
And he had been doing it for decades.
His steps didn't make a sound as he crept closer to her, she was distracted but he didn't allow himself to become lazy because of it.
"Hans?" She called out.
Barely a foot away from her, he lunged.
Seras felt something graze over her shoulder blade and the cold air flow across her bare skin as the entire back of her shirt was ripped away. Her arms flew to her chest to keep the remainder of it against her while the waist height, four legged, pile of white fur and muscle circled in front of her.
For a second she was so angry that she couldn't ever form words, she just fumed at him, getting even madder when he just stood there with half her shirt hanging out of his mouth.
"What the hell!" She finally screamed, wanting to grab or hit him but was hesitant about taking her hands away from the scrap of shirt covering her.
When he didn't answer she tried to take the material back, it was useless now, but for some petty reason she wanted it away from him.
However, when her arm moved it created an opening and just like that, he had the other half.
Seras covered her bare chest and glared furiously at Hans who stood there, watching her closely. She had a feeling that if she moved, he would do something else.
As it turned out, she didn't have to move. He rushed her again, and this time he didn't take it with him, with a skillful snap of his jaws her skirt pooled uselessly around her feet.
She knew he wasn't trying to hurt her, but what was he trying to do?
His bright yellow eyes flicked down to the white underwear sitting on her hips, the only piece of clothing preserving her what little modesty she had.
"No," she warned as she saw the muscles in his back legs coil.
She was sure that he grinned right before he charged.
And now she was naked, apart from her shoes and stockings, but they weren't any use.
She blushed angrily and crossed her arms over her chest.
Hans dashed forward and butted the top of his head against her stomach; she yelped and fell on her backside, finally losing her patience.
"What are you do-"
Hans shifted back into his human form; naked as the day he was born and ran his hands along her sides as he nipped his way up her stomach until he reached her breasts.
"Oh," she said, finally getting it, swatting his shoulder and letting her fingers trace along his firm bicep. "You didn't have to rip them."
He just growled in disagreement and ran his tongue over her nipple, growling again when he smelt her arousal.
Rough hands flipped her over, she settled on her forearms, wondering what the hell he doing now. He kneeled behind her, grabbed her hips firmly and pulled them against his. Seras squeaked and her body went rigid as his cock probed between her legs.
Sensing his mate's unease, the werewolf stopped, growling unhappily at having to stop so close to his goal. He could feel the heat coming off her and all he wanted was to thrust in.
But if his female didn't want to, he had to back off.
Slowly, he pushed his shaft against her wet folds and rocked his hips.
Seras groaned at the familiar sensations and relaxed instantly.
In hindsight, she should have known he would try this. She knew how animals mated and Hans was, more or less, an animal.
His hand stroked up and down her back, rough skin against soft sending chills along her body. Her fingers curled into the grass as he picked up speed, spurred on by her response.
"Please," she whimpered, pressing back against him.
She bit into her forearm to silence herself as he penetrated deeper than he ever had, but a low moan still escaped. It turned into a choked scream when he stared moving, he knew the difference between the sounds she made when in pain and when he was pleasing her and she was not in pain.
He held her hips firmly, pushing and pulling them against his so hard and quick that there was a smacking sound every time the flesh met.
Seras pushed herself up onto her hands, they both moaned and her arms almost buckled under her as the new angle sent hot bolts through her entire body.
Never losing his rhythm, Hans put one hand on the ground to brace himself as he hunched over her, his hard abdominal muscles rubbing against her back and his free hand trailing up her side until it found her breast. He squeezed the soft mound that fit so well in his hand and rolled his thumb over the hard peak.
"Hans," she managed to mewl, arching her back against him.
He nuzzled her hair tenderly, nipping at her ear. She groaned happily and bucked against him, ignoring the ache in her arms.
His hand moved away from her breast, sliding down her stomach to settle between her legs, where he started playing with her clit at an infuriatingly slow pace.
She growled, not unlike he would, and shot an angry look over her shoulder, her red eyes glowing like embers in the moonlight.
He grinned and moved his fingers in rhythm with his hips, her head lolled forward and he bit the back of her neck, making her moan sharply.
Her muscles started clenching and her legs trembled, his breath was hot on her neck as she screamed and slumped to the ground, still moving her hips to try and pull and lingering pleasure from him.
Hans snarled wildly as he followed, rocking her limp body with his last few thrusts. He nipped her neck before pulling out, panting harshly.
Seras managed to push herself onto her back, she was too tired to care about her (lack of) clothes and was content to just lie there and melt into the ground, but Hans started nuzzling her neck and stroking up and down her arm; she doubted she would get any rest.
"Give me a few minutes, you mongrel," she mumbled, eyes shut.
She ran her hands through his hair to placate him, it seemed to work; he settled on his side next to her, running his fingers up and down her hip so lightly it almost tickled.
His eyes took her in greedily; the sight of her naked body under the moonlight was something he wanted to remember until his last moments.
The sun had barely risen when she woke up, squirming stiffly and instantly feeling the results of the earlier hours in the ache up her arms, legs and core.
It was worth it, she decided.
As always, Hans was already awake, she felt his hands roaming all over her body. At first she thought he was caressing her but then she realised he was checking her over.
"I'm alright," she promised, groggily.
"Your hips are bruised," he pointed out, kissing her shoulder, "you have bite marks."
He nuzzled her neck and whined softly, apologizing.
She turned over, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him close, "I'm fine; you didn't hurt me."
He had tried to kill her once, he knew what she could handle and a few love bites were nowhere near her limits.
"I know," he kissed her chin, "I'm sorry for… attacking you like that."
She buried her head in his chest, hoping he wouldn't hear her speak. "I didn't mind the attacking."
Well, he hadn't expected that, not from his shy, blushing lover who still shut her legs every time he tried to use his mouth on her sex.
"I could do it again," he could feel the heat coming off her cheeks as she started babbling. "Not every day, just… now and then."
It was good, but it was tiring.
"It's not something I vant to do every day, either."
"Really?" He nodded and she looked confused, "but you're a werewolf, don't you prefer it when…" she hesitated before blurting out the last words, "I'monallfours?"
He stared at her suspiciously before growling, "did those idiotic mercenaries tell you that?"
"Not exactly, I overheard them talking."
"I do like it, but…"
She squeaked as he rolled them over, pinning her down with his warm body.
"I prefer facing you," he promised, gold eyes bearing into hers. "So you can dig your nails into mein back or hair, so I can bite your lip…"
Seras almost told him that he could stop, that she got it, but she really wanted him to keep talking so just nodded timidly, the flush spreading down to her chest.
It did not go unnoticed by Hans; he took her lower lip between his teeth with a deep growl. "So I can vatch your breasts bounce-"
Seras grabbed the back of his head and pulled his mouth against hers, their lips clashed with a violent, bruising force. One of her fangs nicked his tongue and she tasted blood, she purred happily as she sucked on the wound.
Hans hooked an arm under the back of her knee and lifted her leg up to his waist, enjoying the groan and light bite on his tongue as he slipped inside her.
He wasn't as rough as he had been the night before, but he wasn't gentle. She didn't complain.
When she climaxed her nails scratched hard enough into his back to draw blood and didn't even notice, the smell of dirt, sweat and sex flooding her senses.
"Is this… because… of the moon?" She asked afterwards, between gulps for air.
He nodded, breathing just as heavily, "the wolf instincts are… much stronger."
"That's why you avoid me?"
"I didn't think you'd like… that side of me." The side she brought out.
"But you're so cute and fluffy," she teased, scratching his chin. "Ow."
He bit her fingers lightly for that; anyone else would have lost them.
"I was joking," he grabbed her hand and kissed where his teeth had gotten her. "I know what you meant."
The sun was creeping closer to them, Hans knew it wouldn't kill Seras, but he preferred to get her out of it.
"Ve should go inside," he said, resting his forehead against hers and kissing her swollen lips softly.
"Carry me," she ordered, since it was his fault her legs were jelly.
He scooped her up gently and held her bridal style, keeping an ear out for anybody who might be awake so he could avoid them. Neither of them wanted to explain why they were naked.
Halfway down the dungeon steps, something occurred to Hans.
"Vhy vere you looking for me?"
Seras, who was in that foggy place between asleep and awake, sadly mumbled, "you sounded so lonely."
"I vas," he admitted. "The moon reminds me of mein family."
They used to run together on those nights, hunting, playing and howling until dawn. His first pack.
For a werewolf, being alone was difficult, they were pack creatures. But being alone on a full moon, the time when the wolf's nature was at its peak, was so much worse.
He found himself missing his family more than usual; it was like pain in his chest that started fresh every time his heart beat.
He had let out his grief the best way he knew how, hoping that if there was an afterlife they would somehow hear him and know that he was thinking of them.
"If you want, I'll go with you next time," Seras offered, eyes closed.
He wondered if she would remember that later.
"Ja," he smiled softly and kissed the top of her head, wishing he was better with words so he could tell her how much he appreciated that. Whether she knew it or not, she was his pack now.
"But I don't think I can howl."
"I can make you howl," he said suggestively, realizing the mercenaries had taught him some bad habits.
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