XDDDD Anderson/Alucard porn

[Dafna536]

Внезапно...совершенно внезапно для себя самой - Андерсон/Алукард XDDDD Предупреждаю - жестокий яой, а также насилие, пытки, садизм и прочие издевательства над вампиром.
Краткое саммари на русском: Привозят мужика в больницу с ножом в боку. Доктор: "Вам очень больно?" Пациент: "Нет, только когда смеюсь."
Все остальное, простите, на английском.

Title: Before the sunset
Author: Dafna536
Beta: No, really want one.
Pairing: Anderson/Alucard
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Agnst
Summary: Just a porn.
Warnings: Slash, violence, rape, sadism.
Author's note: Request from Silver Hawke. Well, Captain,... I did it, though I didn't believe I can. But it seems you have a great power of inspiring me for different weird things. Got a lot of pleasure writing it and I hope it will make you smile.
Many mistakes, sorry, still don't know english well enough.

It was such a luck, such a piece of fortune, he bumped into this vampire today. He never even hoped to meet his sworn enemy in the daylight, while this devilish creature was so weak and vulnerable.

For a couple of seconds they were just looking at each other both too stunned by the sudden meeting to do anything. Then the vampire had tried to escape, flying in one big leap to the nearest wall in an attempt to dissolve through it, but no matter how fast was the nosferatu with all his vampiric power, this time Andersons bayonets were faster.

Two of them sliced through the vampire’s chest pinning him to the wall like some sort of a weird butterfly. The consecrated bayonets did not allow him to use his abilities of dematerialization, but he had managed to take out his guns and make several shots blindly before another two bayonets pinned his hands. Guns fell. The bullets were easily repelled by Anderson, anyway the vampire almost missed - it wasn’t very comfortable to shoot while hanging face to the wall.

Anderson came chuckling to the undead. “Hello, demon. Not feeling good today as I see?” Alucard spat blood to the side and laughed, trying to turn his head to the priest. “Oh, no. Consecrated steel always drives me into ecstasies, you know. Feeling better than ever.” Anderson grinned. “So you like my steel. Maybe that is why you came here? I’m glad to say you may have some more of it.” With that words he took out another bayonet and started to drive it slowly into the Alucard’s body right next to his spine, watching with pleasure the vampire twisted in pain.

Three more bayonets were stuck into Alucard’s back but he just laughed though choking with his own blood. ”Enjoying yourself, Judas? Haven’t you ever learned about the history of the Middle ages? Those times Inquisition crowd was much… let me say… smarter and …,” he hissed as another bayonet pierced his body quicker than the previous,”….sophisticated. I’m so disappointed with you. I hoped for more. But your little penknifes are just tickling me. I’m afraid I’ll die from laughing.”

Anderson was getting angry. Though he saw, Alucard suffered, that was not enough. The demon should be humbled, humiliated, should beg for quarter and cry from pain. But the vampire was behaving like a sick hero from a Hollywood movie. No, this won’t go. He thought of something that could abase his enemy more. He hadn't come to any particular decision, it was not a conscious idea, he just took a bayonet and started to slice off the vampire's clothes. Naked enemy seemed more vulnerable than one fully clothed.

Throwing off the bloodied remains of undead’s clothes, Anderson noticed with pleasure the look of wonder on vampire’s face. Alucard tried to turn his head over his shoulder. ”Now it’s getting more interesting, Judas priest. What are you going to do?” Graceful, surprisingly slender body, dazzlingly white skin, contrasting red blood trails, and a sudden arousal told Anderson exactly what he was going to do. Yes, it would be humiliating enough, even for such a filthy demon as Alucard.

Anderson touched his groin, stroking the visible swelling under the fabric of his trousers by the tips of his fingers. Maybe it wasn’t a right idea? Well, he is on a mission from God, isn’t he? He is doing it not for his own pleasure, but to punish the one who rejected the Light. He wanted to destroy the demon’s dignity completely, make him feel small, insignificant, feeble. And he, himself, wasn’t he just a tool in the hands of God?

Alucard noticed the Anderson’s reaction quickly. “Oho! Judas, you’re still able to surprise me. How much time have you been evading women that my mutilated dead body made you so horny? Are you necrophiliac? Or I remind you of someone you fucked lately? So strange. Never thought, I looked like a nun or an orphanage child.” His voice was joyful, but there was a hint of anxiety in it.

Anderson was silent when he started to take out bayonets methodically one by one from Alucard’s back and stick them into his legs and arms. Alucard didn’t struggle, for it was useless in his position, just flinched every time new blade cut his flesh, watching Anderson movements carefully. “Are you seriously going to do it?” he asked, his voice strangely calm. “Then you should know, priest, that no seals and no orders will stop me from coming for ones you love and making them die. Slowly. And believe me, I’m very experienced and skilful in making people die slowly. And painfully.”

Anderson took out the last bayonet and raised his gaze to look right into glowing red eyes. “You will not come for anyone, demon. Not anymore. For you will die today. And no masters, no orders will save you this time. So shut up your filthy mouth and enjoy last minutes of your existence.”

Alucard scoffed scornfully and turned his face back to the wall. What he had seen in those green eyes was not comforting at all. There was hunger, much similar to his own, though of a different kind. The priest had already lost his reason and couldn’t think clearly, because his blood rushed from his head a little bit lower. Any threatens would be vain, any words would not be heard. But the moon will rise very soon, and his only aim now is to stand this hour, which, as it seemed, had been going to be a long one. He should make time run faster, make the priest forget about the coming darkness and maybe… even help the human mind to cloud more, just push it a little bit further…

Anderson swallowed and bit his lip, looking at the vampire. Despite lots of prominent blades, blood stains and wounds, that already started to heal, the body in front of him was ungodly beautiful, he would never think that an undead creature could be so seducing, so tempting to him, so…. No, no that were erroneous thoughts. That was not right, but it was for some reasons hard to concentrate on something besides the curves, muscles and the white skin.

He unbuttoned his trousers hastily, freeing his organ, because the erection had already become painful, and his pants were too tight to hold it.
He was standing behind Alucard, stroking his shaft slowly, still not sure of himself. All this was going not the way he planned. The vampire was too calm and wasn’t cursing him or struggling anymore, while he was loosing his control, odd and very strong lust hazing his mind.

“Are you afraid? Shy?” he heard Alucard’s bitter laugh from far away. “Or you blame yourself you haven’t brought me flowers?” And then the vampire whispered quietly and hoarsely, but Anderson caught his words. ”Too late to stop now, priest.”

Yes, it was already too late to think of retreat. He moved to hanging Alucard and dip his fingers into one of the wounds, making the vampire hiss from pain. Thick oily undead’s blood was a perfect lubricate.

Alucard started when he felt hot glans against his buttocks. He tried to move away but predictably was hampered by the wall. Anderson snarled his disapproval, squeezed vampire’s hips, moving him closer, and advanced, penetrating with one thrust into his body. Alucard couldn’t suppress a growl, he exhaled through the clenched teeth, cursing the priest, the pope and all the Catholic church altogether. Yes, bayonets were more painful, but that brought another kind of pain, much more humiliating and disgraceful for the king of vampires.

Anderson almost choked from the tightness of vampire’s body and forgot for a moment that it was the body of his enemy. He buried his face into Alucard’s neck, breathing out some unintelligible, but definitely endearing Italian words into the black hair and stroked the white shoulder, stopping for a while. Despite all the pain Alucard smirked, and bit his lip for not to laugh aloud.

Then slowly Anderson began to move deeper and that brought more pain to the undead not only from Anderson’s cock but also from bayonets, which were still holding his arms and legs. As the priest moved faster and his thrusts became rougher, more blood was running down the wall, accumulating into the red pool on the floor beneath their feet.

It was hard for Alucard to concentrate, directing all his magic and will not to heal his wounds, but to control human’s body and mind, making him move slowly or stop, when he felt him ready to finish their “act of love”, or making him move faster when he felt Anderson starting to come into senses. Moreover he began to get pleasure himself, after all he always was a sensual creature, and now there was a need to control his own body and mind from moving and moaning.

He was having a lot of fun with this priest. Anderson was much too talkative. As he completely forgot where he was or with whom, he began to call Alucard different names and talk to him incredibly tenderly. Though Alucard didn’t remember Italian well enough to understand this unintelligible speaking and catch all words among moaning and hard breathing, but he was quite sure he had heard something like “darling” and “sweetheart”, moreover the priest had called him his real name twice, with such a sincere passion, that the vampire turned his head to look at him, but the green eyes were closed and Anderson’s face showed only sensual pleasure. And every time the vampire flinched from pain Anderson stroked him gently and whispered some comforting nonsense into his ear. That was worth all the pain just to have a chance to remind those words to this arrogant priest someday…. but not the humiliation, he reminded himself. Anderson will pay dearly for it. Oh! The price will be very high.

Anderson felt his mind hazed, he lost track of time and didn’t remember how many minutes or hours he was here, he knew about the coming darkness, but couldn’t concentrate enough to realize why this thought was so important or why he should be worrying of such things when he was feeling so good.

Alucard watched sunlight fading behind the little dusty glass of the broken window with a satisfied smile. He felt his powers grew. The moon was rising and his wounds were healing quickly. He will think of whom he would torture first among the priest’s friends later. Now he wanted to come.

It was a little bit harder to force Anderson to reach out his hand and to hold the control over his mind while strong fingers began to move over his own cock. Now the priest was moving faster inside him and the ecstasy was flooding both minds simultaneously.

His control slipped off Anderson’s mind in the moment of mutual climax.

He felt the hot semen filling up his insides giving him the regenerator’s energy and a part of his power, he felt the priest leaned against him, burying his forehead into his hair, breathing loudly, and smiled.

No, he will not kill him now. Not yet.

His hands dissolved through the bayonets, while his body was gathering blood and regenerating the clothes. He turned his face to stunned Anderson, who just started to come into senses, realizing the horrible truth.

“Hail the moon, Judas priest. It’s such a wonderful night….”