The Seldom Seen

AN: Phew! Is it hot in here or is it just me? I think someone forgot to close the sauna door. ;)
Lots of steamy goodness ahoy! I'm not sure if this warrants a rating change or not. Hah. Try not to kill me when you reach the end, hm? I still need to finish WCHB.

27: Kiss 'n Tell

Seras Victoria was just casually strolling along the sub basement hallways, towards her room, actually, when the lights began to flicker. Once. Twice. The lights went out around her, enveloping the blonde in darkness.

She canted her head to the side curiously, her blue eyes glowing with their own internal light as she stood there, in the middle of the pitch black hall – that she could see clear as day regardless – and waited. There, she felt something to her right, and her lips quirked as she cartwheeled out of reach of the grasping shadow tendril.

She bit her lip to smother a giggle as she felt a ripple of discontent from the presence in the walls. Turning, she childishly stuck her tongue out and pulled on her lower lid to make a face. Quick as a flash there was a – as lame as this sounds – shadow within the darkness sweeping for her legs. She shrieked with laughter as she jumped over it and bolted for the supposed safety of the stairs at the end of the underground corridor.

…And straight into and through one of her Master's portals. She jerked to a stop on the other side and stamped her foot in a show of temper, "That's not fair!" She called to thin air as she risked a glance over her shoulder to confirm that the liquid shadow had vanished as swiftly as it appeared to throw her off course.

His mocking laughter filled her ears and she had a sense of him wagging his finger at her the way one would scold a child. Snorting, she closed her eyes and sent her senses out in a controlled wave to map her location, she got only as far as the end of the new hallway before a greater darkness smothered her reaching tendrils, shoving them back into her head with a chiding 'tsk tsk' echoing in her mind.

"Oh come on!" She protested, crossing her arms over her chest with a glare at the walls. Growling to herself about high handedness' and 'cheating', she sighed and turned to stalk back to the opposite end of the hall, and took a right. "Bloody maze down here."

'Police Girl, don't you want to play?' The dark and sensuous voice of her Sire oozed into her head and sent a shiver down her spine as she took yet another right.

"Do I have any choice?" She muttered grumpily in reply. It's not that she didn't like to … play with her Master, but she most certainly did not appreciate it when he cheated.

'I'd say you always have a choice, but in this case, I do believe you're correct. Run for me, fledgling.' He crooned, and she felt a phantom hand caress the nape of her neck. She leaned subtly into that insubstantial touch, and then shrieked in indignation as it moved and gave her a firm swat on the buttocks.

"MASTER! You're mean." She hissed, breaking into a run as she felt that same something from before coalescing behind her. It was growing slowly, taking its time to form … her head jerked up as she recognized that particular tang in the air as a summons. A very familiar summon.

Slapping her palm to her forehead, she grunted and darted down another crossroads, needing to put some distance between herself and the creature that would shortly be chasing her. Diving behind a suit of armor – pff, like that would actually help – she hunkered down and closed her eyes tightly to delve within the well of her powers, searching for a particular current. Finding it, she grinned, and tugged on it, her arms quickly filled with her own bloody shadows, and she bolted back to her feet and to yet another intersection. Smirking, she turned and waited patiently for Baskerville's approach.

The hound woofed at her, multiple red eyes focused on her with playful intensity, his tongue dangling from his open mouth. When he was about twenty feet from her, she released her own summon to the floor; the cat (Lucius – though she called him Fluffy because he hated it) took one look at the hell hound and hissed, arching his back and running off to the left while Seras took a right. She laughed.

Fluffy would corner himself and then turn on Baskerville, and chase the poor dog to the ends of the earth. She'd found out swiftly enough that her Master's familiar's weaknesses were her, and cats. It just so happened – and she was a bit suspicious of this – that her familiar was a cat, and Lucius really didn't like dogs.

Assured that she didn't need to run for her life – pff, more like 'run for her dry clothes', Baskerville's favorite hobby was to lick her until she was absolutely dripping with dog drool – and potentially miss the correct turn, she jogged along at a leisurely pace, anticipating the elder vampire's next move.

Just as she suspected, she felt a subtle ripple of power and in a split second realized his game, so she jumped and screwed up her face, the flare of her own powers sending a sickening sense of vertigo through her as gravity reversed and pulled her to the ceiling. Ugh, using so many different aspects of her otherworldly self in such a short amount of time was really starting to give her a headache.

Sticking her tongue out mockingly at the seething mass of shadows on the floor(new roof) that would have abducted her into an even deeper level of the estate, she hurried along and came to a new T shaped intersection. Humming to herself, she looked left, then right, then smirked as she began to sink (upwards) down into the floor above, only to shriek as something caught her ankle and yanked her up and dangled her a good foot in the air, the tug of gravity returning to normal and sending the blood rushing to her head.

"Now, now, Police Girl, that's not playing by the rules." Alucard purred, leering down at her suggestively, and she quickly swung her free leg up to block his view of her white panties under her skirt, dropping her arms to try and touch the ground with her palms to brace herself; in response he only lifted her higher, and her fingertips wiggled for a second before she huffed and attempted to glare at him upside down and around the swell of her breasts.

"The rules are bull, Master! You get to use your powers, but I don't?"

"Precisely."

Gritting her teeth and growling in frustration, she jerked her body to gain some momentum to swing up and grab onto his arm with her own gloved hands, digging the brown leather into his red sleeve to prevent him from simply shaking her off. He smirked, and practically threw her into the wall as he let go of her ankle and swung his arm out to pin her to the stone. She grunted as the impact knocked the wind out of her and her head bounced off the wall. Now she really did have a headache!

"Maasterr…" She hissed, squinting against the throbbing in her skull, he made a soft sound and moved in to pin her to the stones with his chest to hers, and batted her legs open with his free hand to situate his hips into the cradle of her thighs.

"Yes, Police Girl?" He crooned, leaning in to tickle her ear with his hot breath and trace his tongue along the outer shell. She shivered, and her fingers clenched convulsively on his arm, back arching.

Words failed her and she lost the fight to hold back her guttural moan. God damnit, she hated it when he distracted her like… Mmm…

Tilting her head back invitingly, she groaned as his tongue traced a hot path down her neck to play with her collarbone – she had the sense of mind to wonder what happened to her jacket, and then promptly forgot as he nipped the skin there. Letting go of his arm, her hands flew up to tangle in his hair, trying to pull him closer.

He chuckled against her skin, the puffs of air on slick flesh wreaking havoc on her nerves, and lightly dug his right fang into her shoulder, drawing a single bead of blood that he lapped up with one sensuous swipe of his sinful tongue. She gasped and arched further, grinding her breasts in his chest, the white tank top straining to contain them without the added support of her gold jacket. She could feel his smirk as one hand rose to pin her shoulders to the wall while the other fell to her hips, holding her lower half to him as he straightened and gave her a smoldering look from beneath his lashes and licked his lips.

"Feeling a little hot under the collar?" He mocked, the low tones of his voice caressing her ears like silk. She shuddered and arched back even further in a vain attempt to cool her forehead on the chilled stones. 'Hot under the collar' was an understatement!

"I can help you with that." He cooed, and the hand on her shoulder moved quick as a flash to cut open her shirt and slice neatly between the cups of her bra, leaving her stomach exposed as the halves of the white top fell away. "Master!" Seras gasped, indignation lifting some of the lustful haze around her thoughts.

He chuckled quietly, the sound rather menacing in the abandoned halls of Hellsing's sub basement labyrinth, and leaned down achingly slowly towards her heaving chest – she was so worked up, she couldn't help but pant like a bitch in heat – to nose the remains of her bra aside and rub his face across the exposed skin of her breasts. He hummed, pleased by the satin feel of her flesh, and made a great show of getting his face full of the innocent blonde fledgling's cleavage. She groaned breathily and her fingers returned to his raven locks, tugging at his hair to shove him deeper into the valley of her breasts.

He growled – or was that a purr? – into her left breast, and turned his head to sink his teeth into the globe, suckling at the trickle of crimson as Seras shrieked and tensed under him, nearly ripping handfuls of his hair out as her muscles locked. He shifted his position slightly and moved her down with the hand on her hips to straddle his thigh, she bucked helplessly against the hardness shoved into her apex.

"Police Girl…" He hissed, releasing her wounded flesh and licking at it – it healed instantly – before switching to the right and taunting her by tracing an aching trail around the circumference of her breast, mockingly avoiding the tip to lavish attention on the delicious expanse of untouched skin. Seras whimpered and moaned, tugging frantically at his hair to drive him to the center, her nipple felt hard as a rock, and her core throbbed as she writhed against his leg and the wall.

After what felt like an eternity of exquisite torture, her Master conceded to her demands and captured the peak of her breast in his mouth, suckling the caramel nipple and teasing it with his tongue before biting deeply into the up thrust curve, blood teeth parting flesh like a hot knife through butter.

She screamed, and lava burned in her veins. Oh god, she was burning up! For a second she panicked because she couldn't drag enough air into her lungs, but then she remembered she really didn't need to breathe, it was just a habit.

As if sensing her moment of distraction from the pain-and-pleasure he was gifting his Childe, Alucard growled and jerked his head to the side, ripping a jagged gash into her tit, and greedily swallowed the increase in blood like a man dying of thirst.

Seras jerked so hard that her head slammed into the wall, her scream echoing through the hallway as the fire concentrated itself into a ball of liquid agony in her stomach. Quivering muscles locked up as electric shocks tore through her arched form, and the firm leather clad thigh between her own slammed upwards punishingly. Just as she found herself facing the edge of the proverbial cliff, Alucard did something completely unforgivable. He stopped.

Snarling at her Sire in a hormone driven rage, Seras' eyes blazed with the fires of hell as she curled her fingers – with their newly grown claws – into his scalp to shove him back onto her needy breast.

He smirked at her, blood dripping from his lips down his chin, "New game, Seras," he growled, voice guttural and deep, "Hide and seek. You're it."

With that, he vanished, and Seras shrieked in outrage as she slid down the wall and collapsed to the floor on trembling legs. The cold air stung her slowly healing breast and her skull throbbed as she took in heaving gasps of air to try and recombobulate her senses.

Black fury overwhelmed her and her shadows exploded outwards before turning back in on her lust shackled form, dissolving it into the mass of ebony and crimson. She slithered into the cracks of the walls, oozing through and heading straight for the room at the end of the lowest dungeon where the cocky bastard of an elder vampire was waiting.

The almost-liquid bubbled and seethed with her temper, and a menacing hiss gurgled from its depths. He was going to finish what he started, and then she was going to beat his face in for leaving her high and dry like that.

It took her but seconds to arrive in the cavernous hall, dropping from the ceiling and tackling the patiently waiting nosferatu, dragging him to the floor and slamming her mouth over his with a snarl. Teeth clicked together and practically sparked with the force of the feral kiss, the half naked blonde practically devouring the smirking man's mouth.

'I love it when you get aggressive.' He purred into her mind, and rolled to pin her to the floor. Seras made a grumbling sort of snarl in reply and jerked her head to rip open his bottom lip and suction the wounded flesh into her mouth.

The sinful glory of his blood only drove her further and she raked her claws down his chest to tear the grey vest and white undershirt to ribbons.

He growled approvingly and shrugged his jacket off, the ruined shirt and vest swiftly following, leaving him clad in only his pants, his boots, and his slightly rumpled cravat.

Seras wrapped her hands once more in the glorious length of his shaggy hair, pulling him deeper into the savagery of their dueling mouths.

Alucard snarled in return and scooped her into his arms, her stockinged legs wrapping around his waist in a death lock as he stood and threw them into the waiting depths of his coffin.

What happened next? Well, a girl doesn't kiss and tell, now does she?