Author: goldenpaw PM
Vampires, werewolves and priests, oh my! Alucard has a lovely surprise for Hans on his day off... what could it be? Sorry that the summery doesn't contain a whole lot of details but it would ruin the surprise. Rated M for yaoi.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Suspense - Alucard & Alexander - Chapters: 3 - Words: 4,245 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 17 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 05-06-12 - Published: 04-15-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8029643
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A/N: Hello again my lovelies. Mama's back with something new and… hawt. Now, I just want to warn you that there is content of the sexual nature between a trio of delicious supernatural men who I wish would occupy my dreams more often. Please note that I will not under any circumstances tolerate prejudice against homosexuals in any way, shape or form.
Lol guys I may sound angry up there, but I'm actually very excited about this fic. It may come out to be a multi chapter, but for the foreseeable future the most will be three. I really do hope you Hellsing fans will be pleased, I really tried to keep them as in character as possible for the situations presented. And to close, PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS. ; )
I was giddy. There was absolutely no other word for the terrible excitement bubbling up through my limbs. I couldn't wait to show my captain the little treat I had so lovingly trapped. My smirk gave away the plethora of delicious thoughts floating around in my skull. I stole a look at the ever emotionless Hans, thinking back to the first time we had met.
It's late afternoon in Berlin, evening setting in quickly and bringing with it the colorful array that is dusk. As not to be so conspicuous, Walter and I have rented separate rooms in a local inn, posing as siblings from Belgium coming to see the homeland of the beloved Nazis. He retires quite early, as humans do, and I grow bored with the lack of company or excitement. I eventually wandered downstairs to the tavern, ordering my favorite red wine in flawless German. I didn't bother using any of my seductive prowess on the too young bar maid, for she was way too distracted fending off disgusting old German men from sneaking a grope. Poor thing, I almost felt pity for her. Almost, but not quite.
Despite not being a virgin, the bar girl made a lovely snack for a bored vampire out on the town. If a small town tavern in the slums of Berlin counted as "out on the town." I returned to letting my eyes aimlessly wander the room, scanning its filthy human inhabitants for something remotely edible. I almost overlooked the fair haired man lounging in the corner, bottle nestled comfortably in his left hand. He wore a sort of soldier's uniform, yet plain for it had no sort of identifying badges or pins. I clicked my teeth indecisively, summing up just how good of a fight the young man would put up if I lured him back to my room.
He wasn't unattractive, actually quite the opposite. Beautifully pale hair peeked out from beneath the army green cap, his perfectly angled face showing no emotion, as if he didn't give a shit about what happened to the world around him. I watched him study the grimy window pane, willing to give almost anything for the ability to read his mind. He was obviously well muscled, lean and quite able to hold his own in any fight. Well any fight but one with me, but he doesn't have to know that. He turns to stare directly at me, and I feel much like an adolescent schoolgirl ogling her crush across the classroom.
He raises a pale brow at my gaze, barely nodding at the stairs. I return the gesture with a soft flick of my own, watching as my soon to be prey throw a paper note onto the table next to his mug and transcend the under-maintained wooden steps. I follow a few moments after, probably as not to look conspicuous to the other patrons, although I highly doubt anyone in this overcrowded hovel of filthy bodies would take note of two men retiring to their rooms in a very short amount of time. I tread quickly enough to meet him in the narrow hall, just as he opens the heavy door to his own room. I follow him inside, taking note of how neat the space is kept.
He motions for me to sit in a simple-looking chair by the window, and I graciously comply as he disappears into the bathroom, presumably for a quick shower. I do appreciate cleanliness. I wait patiently for my silent partner to emerge from the bath, taking the time to observe the street below through the dingy window. I deposited my hat and coat on the bedside table, tossing my heavy boots underneath. I'm not quite sure why I bothered to make the material tangible, then realizing that I had become so habitual since being bound by Abraham so many years ago. I relaxed as much as humanly possible in the stiff backed chair, chuckling softly at my own oxymoron. As a second thought I deposited my cravat atop the clone of Abraham's leather coat, hearing the thud of wet feet hit hard wood.
I close my eyes, just listening to the sounds of the other man just a few feet away. He has no idea of his impending fate, just a few hours away. I had no intention of letting a man this beautiful slip from my grasp, determined to have some fun before I drained his life essence and stole his soul to be tortured for all eternity. Oh, what a dog eat dog world… Speaking of dog, the whole room seemed to have a light stench of hound that piqued my curiosity. Perhaps this stranger worked with the militia dogs? Oh, no matter.
I honestly could not regain control over my eyebrows when said stranger stood before me, clad only in a simple white towel, steam billowing slowly from the open door behind him. He was truly beautiful, body looking as though it had been sculpted by Satan himself. The angels would never have come up with something THIS sinful. Really, humans give them way too much credit. He still didn't speak, wasting no time in ridding my body of its cloth bindings. I felt increasingly exposed with this man, the feeling probably stemming from my impending nudity. His body was deliciously warm atop my own chilled one, and he seemed to take no notice. I could have purred at the euphoria of warmth moving inside me, sharp bites placed carefully along my neck.
He was purely power in human form, some sort of incubus sent to punish a lustful vampire with slow thrusts and sharp teeth. As I buried my face in the crook of his shoulder to stifle the moans pouring fourth from my all too willing body, I noticed that he seemed to emit a strong scent, earthy and… canine in nature. The realization hit with my release, my mind swirling along with my body. He lay down beside me, carefully pulling free of my passage. I took a moment to rest as well, thinking over my current predicament. I was laying beside a man, nay, and a wolf that probably had the same intentions for me as I him. We were in a rather hopeless situation, neither able to enjoy the kill of the other. I didn't have any silver bullets and well even if he tore me apart I would just reform and be on my merry way.
"You're a werewolf, aren't you?" I grinned, half to show my mouthful of pointed teeth, half just for the hell of it. He didn't answer, instead staring up at the water stained ceiling. "You see when I spotted you across the room downstairs I had the full intention of completely devouring you... instead you were the one doing the devouring, eh?" I knew he wouldn't speak, and I chuckled softly, closing my eyes in a faux attempt to sleep.
"My name is Hans. You must be ze wampire Alucard. Hm." He drifted off beside me, and an overwhelming urge to stroke his hair consumed me. I reasoned that I wanted to test my assumption about its texture, the truth being it was in fact, unreasonable, as was my existence as a whole. With this logic firmly at hand and my carnal desires satisfied for the time being, I resumed the stroking of wonderfully soft hair belonging to the mysterious wolf by the name of Hans.
The mere thought of our past activities was enough to get me even more smug about what I had accomplished, and I let it show with a wide grin exposing almost all of my teeth. Hans just gave the slightest eye roll, and I resisted giggling like a child with a new toy. I lit the small lantern more out of courtesy for the captain than need, grin widening as he finally got to see what was so damn important.
I detected a small nod of approval as he moved toward the plush bed where my favorite priest lay so peacefully, dreaming of his beloved orphans. I had taken the liberty of discarding his shirt, leaving his perfectly tanned flesh exposed to Hans and myself. I slipped behind said wolf, stealing that ugly green cap off of his head and tossing it god-knows-where. I proceeded to let my fingers slip into the small opening between buttons on his coat collar, letting the offending garment fall open to reveal my captain's oh so lovely torso.
I traced random patterns with an ungloved hand on his pale skin, making him shiver so delightfully. He pushed me away and proceeded to examine my captive enemy with a mild interest. To any other onlooker it would seem as though he were reading a very boring book, but to me his features were a medley of emotions. Arousal, smugness, approval… oh yes, quite an arrangement. Anderson was beginning to stir, and I grinned as the bound man realized his inability to see. I stood back, watching Hans stroke his stomach absentmindedly while studying what he could of the priest's chiseled features. I smirked as I saw his obvious arousal through the black slacks he always wore, thinking of how horrified Anderson would be when he was fully awake. Oh, what fun to be had…
To be continued…
A/N: So, for the first chapter, what do you guys think of it? Personally I love the flashback addition, as it wasn't in the original layout that I had planned. Well, as you know I LOVE reviews almost as much as I love yaoi, so please drop one by and earn yourself a cookie. Love, Goldenpaw.