RnR with Saint Alucard

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RnR with Saint Alucard
Title: RnR with Saint Alucard
Author: SuckubusJ
Summary: Alucard welcomes a new Hellsing Officer
Rating: NC 17.

The shower head is getting dirty I think. Shit, I think it's been two weeks since the last time I cleaned my shower.

He was there again.
I wonder if he has nothing else to do but watch… more like stalk.

I did ask Seras about this last week…

Why is he always there? I asked the Draculina.
Where? she asked, looking at me as if I had grown a third ear.
Up in the building, next to our training field I answered, remembering how out of it sometimes she is.
I never see him standing on the roof of buildings… maybe you have bad timing…

Maybe I do. She must know… she is his fledgling.

Anyway... it's shower time and I am feeling very nice about this.
There is a way I can put my face under the water, my nose exactly under an opening between the fierce falling droplets and perfectly breathe through it. But now, I can’t find that opening.
I like to stay under the drops falling strongly on my face and think. I always have the most random and stupid thoughts as I shower. But I deserve them. I have to act fast and effectively at work. Here, is just never stopping randomness. It’s a mental Advil…

Or more like a laxative.

Oh! Found it! The little 'breathing space' … ahhh, yes… I love how the water massages my face. It’s a free spa…

I was aware of the vampire standing on the roof a few days or maybe a week after I started here. I am used to the watching; being the only human female of the troops AND First Action unit.
And the uniform doesn't really help.

Though his stalking makes me uncomfortable.

It's weird because it's not that I'm afraid of him anymore.
But I can’t say I have socialized with him anyway; just something like a maximum of 5 words as I exit the mission and he takes over from where we leave it off. I always go in first, their vanguard I am now it seems, and he comes last to ‘dispose of the trash’. But I don’t get goose bumps as he walks by me anymore. I think it is a sign that he doesn’t scare me.

Ok, I’m blowing this out of proportion. Who said he is looking at me? I don’t even think he likes women. Well, not like he’s gay or anything, just not into crushes or liking someone. He’s just into blood and killing and being evil it seems. So why would he be looking at me? I crack myself up, sometimes…
Maybe he’s just taking care of everything by watching over us by Hellsing’s command or something and Seras is not aware of it?

I wonder what kind of relationship the police girl and him have. He seems so unapproachable. But she speaks so highly of him. Maybe they are close; only when no one is watching he acts a bit more normal? Like a man. Since he looks so much like one. It's so confusing.

Maybe... they are lovers.

After all, vampires according to myth, are very sexual. Something i don't see in either one of the two, Seras been the sweetest girl in existence and him being just a vicious hunter.

Or maybe... he's just as passionate with a woman as he is in a fight? The strong silent type maybe?

I wonder.

I have never had a close look at him. But I have peeked. I just remember his crimson eyes clearly. Nothing else.

Could he read my mind at long distance? Feel when someone is thinking about him?

I hope he doesn't. This is not the first time he comes to me 'in the shower'. Not literally of course... only in thoughts. If Hellsing could see how much these creatures intrigue me i would be out of a job immediately.

...with all those powers, he must make a woman fly in ecstasy...
God, it's been too long for me... i need to get laid fast... I'm thinking about vampires now..

I turn the handle and the water finally stops. I smile at my last thought and reach for my towel and begin to softly dry myself.

I really hope he can't know when one is thinking of him. How embarrassing.

Damn heat. Who knew London would get this hot in summer. These barracks don't have AC because of the lack of this kind of weather regularly, so i have to suffer until Walter or whoever approves of installing one here, installs it. This is getting unbearable. I walk slowly towards my little fridge and get out a glass of wine i begged Walter for earlier tonight. Wine will only make me hotter but who cares.

It's the expensive one. And only one glass.

I leave the fridge door open. Maybe some cold air will get to me.... eventually. Still wrapped in my towel I let my butt fall on the only other piece of furniture i have in my room besides my bed, a chair and a table; a medium sized green recliner chair. Real leather. Walter brought it up to me, as a solution to my back problems.

It was Sir Hellsing's. What a sweet man ol' Walter is..

I close my eyes and relax, feeling all my muscles ache at once. Shit. It always happens. This part of the night, after my bath, is when i realize i need to take better care of my body. I do abuse of it. Ow, relaxing becomes a sweet torture.

I close my eyes and grunt as the more i relax, the more my muscles ache. I need a massage.

I slowly have little sips of my wine, scared that it will leave me too soon. It is too soon to sleep, too soon to end the night. I am still pumped up about the mission. I just got here an hour ago i think... and supposedly you get sleepy after 4 hours , I think, of intense physical exercise. I never seem to remember--

My eyes fly open.

Something is... strange. I reach for my lamp on the table on the other side of the chair and turn it on. Just in case.

My eyes move around but not my head. I don't want to move. I am as comfortable as i can get. There is nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe I'm just too relaxed and sensitive to my surroundings. It happens. Maybe this place is haunted or something. I have heard stories.

Again i close my eyes and continue to air my expensive wine, my arm dangling out from the leather chair.

My mental diarrhea slowly comes to a halt. Now it is the part of the night when its just nothingness. Meditation some call it. I do it all the time. And it starts now--

As i exhale softly i feel the leather of the ample armrests shift a bit. Dent more like it. But so so softly i choose to ignore it.

But the air suddenly leaves my lungs as i feel the same denting on the chair, at the sides of my thighs. I have no knives with me, is what my mind first processes. So i have to improvise.
Because someone is almost straddling me right now.

In a swift movement of my wrist, I break the crystal goblet against the floor and bring it up quicker than quick to my attacker as my eyes fly open again.

And I meet a pair of crimson ones. Cat like. Almond shaped.
Not big and round like the police girl's.
Lids heavy in mischief.
It's the vampire. In his complete ensemble, sans hat and glasses.

He can sense my shock because he tilts his head and half smiles devilishly. My broken goblet is pressing against the pale skin of his almost non exposed throat, but not drawing blood just yet. His gloved hands slowly leave the arm rests and very very very carefully intertwine with each other over my towel covered body... too close to my taste to a sensitive part. He is straddling my body, his weight not bringing the recliner back up.
He must be floating.

“what are you doing here” I whisper but never less angry.

He keeps silent his head still tilted but his smile getting a bit wider. But no teeth showing yet.
He is not answering. But I know there is no need to ask again.

“hmm... what a waste of good wine that was...” he said in a soft sensual purr as he eyed the floor beside us. His hand was suddenly wrapped around my wrist and with a pressure point, ow, made me drop the glass. But I didn't even yelp in pain. Not to his face.
“What. Are you--”
“i heard you the first time--” I tried to move under him but was impossible. I clutched my towel protectively, feeling at a terrible disadvantage. His eyes lowered to my free hand doing this, showing me the first hit of teeth.

I am so screwed.

Softly his body lowered over mine, not touching yet, his forearms resting on the armrests. His face was closer to mine now.
“Just coming to pay a little visit... after various calls, it is only polite--”
“what the hell are you talking about—get off me”
And the idiot chuckles.

And then, to my painful embarrassment, he begins to 'quote' me... or whatever word exists for recalling thoughts literally, aloud.

“ 'Or maybe... he's just as passionate with a woman as he is in a fight? The strong silent type maybe?' ” my eyes go wide and I can feel the blood rushing to my face. “or do you want me to remind you of the details of your dream last week?”

Oh god no, not that dream.

“dreams mean nothing--”
“maybe they don't... but you do react rather strongly, at least physically speaking, when you remember it, or am I wrong?” he almost cooed. The idiot is right. I can't stop feeling my face hot and my body begins to sweat.
I feel him move a little, and then feel his hand on mine, the one still clutching at my towel, knuckles a little pale. I squeeze the cloth even harder but his hand gets even more delicate as he tries to softly open it.
“relax, my dear, it was a rough night...”
“get off me I said” I was feeling a knot in my throat. He is a monster. I can't fight against him. My previous attack was meant for a human; never I thought I would have a vampire, and less an all powerful one like him, so close, intentions unknown. I couldn't fight him is all I knew. As a Hellsing vanguard is one thing. As a defenseless girl in a towel in my room, unarmed, unless towels could be deadly to him, is something very different.
I know when I am at loss. And I accept it, now I am.
My hand slowly opens up and with another devilish smile but as if I was some object of adoration on his part, he delicately places it dangling off the arm rest. I gulp, swallowing my tears. His eyes come back to mine, his body keeping his position.
His hand lands close to my face, a gloved finger outlining one side of it. My eyes get teary.
“i know you feel lonely, Officer... I have seen it in your mind... and I understand--”
“don't touch me—”
“it is hard being a... minority... in this place... specially when even your Commander tries to deny it to all of us... and even herself at times--”
“please don't do this...” tears roll down my cheeks as I choose to close my eyes.
“do what?... but isn't this what you want?”
“let me go... please”
“your lips tell me this, but your mind tells me something else--”
“it was a dream...”
“it is a fantasy...”
“and some are to stay that way... please don't do this, vampire”
“--but I will not use force, my dear...” he said referring to that dream. “human skin bruises too easily and I also have to protect myself, right?”
A sob escapes my lips, my eyes still closed. I don't want to open them. I want to escape from this. I can't believe this is really happening. I am scared. Fantasies can be controlled. Daemons in fantasies can be controlled. Even if they have control in them. But in real life, they control.
I felt his arms leaving the armrests and slowly reaching for mine. He held my hands into his, first kissing one on the back of it, then the other one. But this was all a calculated move. Because as his hands, in that soft grip didn't let go of mine, my towel began to softly untuck and loosen. I began to silently, cry.
“don't do this...” I kept saying softly.
“shhhh” he hushed me softly as the towel slowly kept opening to my sides. I kept my eyes closed but couldn't tell what he was doing. He doesn't breathe. So it is impossible to tell his mood because of his breathing rate. An occasional sob would be heard in the stillness. My thoughts were so chaotic I swear they were making noises. I am very sure he could see them. He was going to have his way with me, and do it in a way no one would ever find out, judging by his words. So again, I am royally screwed.

And will be, literally.

As I felt the little chill from the fridge hit my bare skin, I realized the towel was not covering me anymore. Instead of panicking, I let out a soft breath and relaxed. There is nothing I can do now. I am scared out of my fucking mind, thinking he might not only rape me but kill me if he feels like it, but what is the use of fighting back? It will be more painful if my body is tense, and the killing part well, he can snap my neck like a toothpick. So what's the use.
I open my eyes to find him slowly drinking up my naked body with his.
And the weirdest thing in the world hits me.

Self consciousness.

I chuckle sarcastically at my random brain having one of those moments. It's not shame or sense of decency. Is vanity. He looks up at me, smiling that wicked smile of his I guess reading my thoughts too and how absurd for it to be accompanied by fear about this situation.
“you have nothing to worry about, my dear... you are a vision--”
“let me go...” I whispered again another tear rolling down my cheek.
“i will...”he paused “only not yet” he grinned a little too sick for my taste and he came lower, near my face. “now, how about you help me out of all these things—it is hot in here--”
“you don't feel heat nor cold”
“oh? But I do”
“Seras tells me she doesn't”
He chuckled darkly and then got even closer to me. “be a dear and take off my coat, will you?” his voice was sweet but his look was commanding. My chin began to tremble and so did my hands as I slowly brought them up to his shoulders and clumsily began to peel the leather coat off them. He moved a little to help me do this, but as I was immobilized by him, he ended up throwing it on the floor.
He looked at me, his head tilted.

Fine.
I did the same with the black jacket he wears under the duster. When I did this, I saw now a white shirt and his cravat. I pulled at it quickly, my chin trembling, knowing the time was coming closer and closer.
The shirt was giving me a headache. Everything was just sinking in, again. He is going to rape me and kill me.
He came lower over me for me to have better access to the buttons. I breathed in a shaky breath and saw him fidgeting with his gloves as I unbuttoned him. He took them off. And patiently waited for me to finish the deed.
My warm fingers brushed cool skin. I found this so weird. As my nervous fingertips brushed his chest, he did little approving sounds or soft hisses. I had started to cry again silently. He dried my tears, caressing my cheek with his bare, cold thumbs. I sniffed and a sob escaped my lips again. His shirt was open and I was peeling it off.

The fact that he is breathtaking without those hideous clothes on wasn't a surprise to me. I expected it. He wasn't in my fantasies for nothing. But it never helped my fear.

Actually it made it worse. My body was reacting to him, but that didn't mean it wanted this any more. Or did it?

As my fingers went to the beginning of his pants, he stopped me. I wanted to get this over with. He, again, took that hand and kissed it softly.

And you think I'm buying it, beast?

He chuckled at my thought and looked down at my body again.
“there is something wrong here...” he said with a touch of mocking innocence. “why are you in between my legs?”

Oh god no...

“Am I this out of practice?”he almost whispered playfully and raised his body a bit from mine. He directed my knees up, bending my legs up to get from under him. “this is much better, don't you think, my dear?
I did not answer, only glared at him hatefully as tears continued to roll down my cheeks.
“oh well, I cannot lie in between them if you do not open them for me...”
“... sick fuck”
“no, that will come in a moment, depending on my mood...” he purred casually as I slowly and swallowing my pride, parted my knees from each other. Of course his eyes went there, his tilted head and smile back, as he spoke again. “or it can be as tender as being touched by feathers... or a little playful, to name a few... or a little bit of everything, my personal favorite...” his eyes came back to mine and finally rested over my body completely, his face over mine, reclining the chair even more. “or I can pretend I love you... if you do not want to feel like a cheap whore once you begin to enjoy yourself--”
“Fuck. You”
“such dirty words in such beautiful lips... I will take care of that then”

And this was the start... of the end of me.

He came softly and kissed me on the lips.
As I said I was going to let him do whatever he wanted. Later I would deal with a way to make him pay. But I am not dumb as to make this more painful than what it will be, at least physically. So as he continued to suck on my lips delicately I, very unenthusiastically of course, let him do it. But not exactly kissing back.
His lips parted mine and his tongue brushed the inside of my mouth, just a little touch. This, which made me angry I have to say, made my nipples begin to harden against his chest. He felt this because one of his hands came crawling at my side and after making space for it to come in between our bodies, began to kneed expertly on my breast.

But instead of making me jump, a little moan drowned inside his lips.

As I responded to his kiss I eventually stopped crying. And instead of just following his actions I was kissing him back.

Oh lord, the skill...
I was fighting with myself. His hands were now all over me, doing things I couldn't track logically, but I couldn't show him I was enjoying it.
I couldn't accept to myself I was enjoying it.
It did make me feel like a cheap slut.

He began to bite and nibble his way to my ear. Goosebumps began to spread all over my skin, even in places I never had goosebumps before. I unconsciously made space for him as he continued to my neck but next second my hands flew to his face making him back away.

Neck and vampires... a no-no

He took my hands off his face as if I was not pushing him with all my strength and came back to my ear.
“and turn you into a ghoul? I very well know this won't be your first time, Officer... plus I haven't had enough fun with you just yet--”
“you already have a toy, leave me alone--”
“is that the way you speak of your friends? How sweet...” he said and rubbed his nose against mine.
I felt bad about this comment, yes. But it all went away again as he continued his way down my body, quickly and... almost playfully, catching one of my nipples in between his fangs. Shit I can't move too much. He will make me bleed and hurt me. Damn him.
But the real problem came when he began flicking his tongue over it. All my strength was leaving me, trying not to contort like a snake at the currents of pleasure this was bringing to me. So my only outlet was... verbal. And he was more than ecstatic to hear me moan.
He moved to the other and sucked and kneaded with his hands as I finally could move freely. I arched toward him making a decision.
Fuck it, this slut will enjoy him, then.
I let my hands go to him and bring his mouth closer to me by intertwining my fingers into his hair. It's so soft. And so is his skin. Never imagined a damned creature to be this... beautiful.
My legs turned into binds and gave him a little space to move but were determined to not let him go anywhere. He continued lower and lower... and surprised me by playing with my bellybutton, licking around it and inside of it. I jumped and yelped. It tickled! I tried to push him away but he held my hands softly. I began to laugh hysterically and kick him off but he kept flicking his tongue inside of it. He better not forget I need to breathe!

I can't take it!!!

I squirmed like a fish over and over again until he moved again to my lips in almost a leap. And from then on, I forgot any morals, decency or that he was in fact... dead and I was being a bit of a necrophiliac.

But I guess this was a bit too... easy and normal for him. The fear factor had to be there it seemed. As we were kissing and touching and he pushed two fingers inside of me, his lips came to my ear and... purred. No, it was not a purr like a cat. It was that sound felines do when they are about to get their scared prey. Like a low guttural growl. My eyes flew open and I thought... this is his way of saying, no more mister nice guy. He began soft as a feather, went a little playful, now he's going into sick mode. And will tear me apart. With his fingers inside my body. Again my throat closed and my chin began to shake. I began to pant and again, tears began to stream down. I feel so vulnerable with his fingers still inside of me.
“please...” I whispered, not believing this suddenly change of humor and feeling already exhausted by it. As my hands softly went to convince him to get his fingers out of me, he growled again. I began to cry silently again.
“what is the matter, my dear?” he whispered mocking surprise, his nose rubbing with mine.
“don't hurt me please...” I pleaded. Specially not there...
“ oh no...” he said as he kept moving his fingers in and out of me. “i will try something different tonight...” he said and his hand disappeared in between us, opening his pants. “let's see... “ he trailed off as he began to enter me inch by inch. “... it is not always fun when the body becomes motionless before time...” he said and panic struck me again. He will kill me then. The bastard will kill me. Again I began to cry.
“you're a bast--” but before I could finish he thrust completely inside of me and made me moan. I'm gonna die and I'm moaning, nice.

He can be dead. But the living wish they could move this way.

I forgot I was in the hands of a predator and that I was possibly going to die in less than a few hours. He began to purr, again but it was not bothering me anymore. Actually, when he did it against my skin it sent little currents and vibrations.
The bastard began to tease me and change his pace. He's goddamn good, he was making me cum after a few minutes... but I guess he doesn't like things too easily. Or at least he wanted to torture me a bit more.
“so you will kill me by what—not making me cum?”
“or a heart attack” he growled as he quickened his pace and again I began to moan loudly. The chair was not going to stand all this commotion. Oh, no my beloved chair--

The world spun around and then I feel the cold floor on my back. I hissed... damn him.

But I had no time to yell at him because he was not wasting any time. He continued moving even stronger than before... ranting in something I could not get, his eyes closed. I know Russian, I know English, Spanish and German... it sounded like all those but it was none. In an impulse, I took him by the hair and brought him down to me to kiss him. But I wasn't as careful as he was being with me it seems, since with my pull, his fang brushed my lip and scratched it. His eyes flew open and I could see he had smelled the blood.

Boy was I in trouble. And I could tell by the color his eyes were turning.

He licked his lip and his eyes rolled back and his thrusts became even stronger. But he began to slow down... to the verge of not moving, as he hesitated to lick my lips.
“not yet, not yet” I heard him whisper very very low as he was barely moving.

Not yet...? kill me? Drink my blood? WHAT?... this is what will kill me... this wait, this waiting to see what he will do...

He raised his upper body from me completely as he stretched his arms and began moving again. Oh dear... god... or devil or whoever is responsible for his existence. My leg flew to his shoulder thanks to him and things only got better. I helped by moving by that same leg and again the purring started. Call be weird, but I liked it.

In no time I was looking for something to grab around me. My body began arching painfully and then.... blankness. I swear I stopped breathing. And he began to move even stronger. Damn it, the longest orgasm I've had in my life.
He finally licked my lips and again began growling this time even stronger. I kissed him back and as I did... I pushed my tongue to one of his fangs. I began to bleed. I didn't know how ok was what I was doing, but I can be random as you can see. Stupid I could call this, more than random.

He began to... pant. Yes, breathe. And as he did, he also slowed down.

But it was oh, so glorious. He came lower over me and continued sucking, very softly, blood from my wound. Moaning. Everything turned so... calm, now. Though never less glorious. His grinding was deeper but slower. Hmm.... yes, glorious...

As I felt another orgasm tightening I felt him moving deeper, still calm but intense. I buried my nails on his shoulders and came, blankness around me again, feeling a cold tickle inside of me. I felt him linger a few times and again his purring. He gave me a cool breath inside my mouth and then... he breathed no more. I almost forgot he was not human.
I needed to catch my breath. As my eyes were heavy and could barely open them I saw him looking at the back of his hand still on me. A burned tattoo of the same sigil he carries on his gloves was on his hand. It gave me a bit of goosebumps.
“do you know what this is?”he whispered seriously, looking at his hand.
“no...” he looked at me for a moment and then suddenly... his demeanor was back.
“i can't hurt you... or anyone for the matter... unless I am ordered to...”

So he was bluffing then...

I exhaled and inhaled deeply trying to gain some strength. And rooting. When I felt a bit charged, my open hand flew to his face with all the strength left in me, which was not that much.

Oh, this slap was my third orgasm of the night.

“get off me you shit...” I said hoarsely.

He didn't stop laughing until he finally fell asleep a few minutes later.

The fucking beast.

I will get gum on that cool hair of his or something.