Sorry I missed church. I was busy practicing witchcraft and becoming a homosexual
И это пусть тоже будет тут. Warning - high-reited yaoi fiction. Автор самоудалился.
Pip and Alucard Smut
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Pip wiped the sweat from his brow and sat against a tree in the woods on the outskirts of Hellsing. It was one of the few days where he had some time to himself, and had spent most of the day tormenting Seras, followed by a brief run with full gear on. After all, he had to be prepared for anything, and remain in top shape. Lighting a cigarette, he tilted back his head and looked up at the canopy of trees.
The run and the heat of the day made him lethargic, and he took the time to close his eyes and relax. Dusk was coming, and he didn’t plan on spending the night in the forest, not when he had a decent bed to go to.
His eyes snapped open when a dark chuckle came from behind him. Stubbing out his cigarette, he stood and slowly turned first his head, then the rest of his body to face Alucard. The vampire knew that Pip was nervous around him, and when bored, he liked to play pranks on the Wild Geese, usually by flowing through a wall unexpectedly.
This was the first time Alucard had come to Pip alone. The mercenary briefly considered just walking back, but remembered that Walter had warned him and his men to not show fear when Alucard was around. The vampire smiled lazily at Pip.
“Enjoying your time off, Wild Goose?”
Pip blinked a little. When did the older vampire care about the well being of the troops? As long as they donated every few weeks to keep the vampires fed, he thought that there was no problem. The look on Alucard’s face insinuated otherwise. “I suppose,” the mercenary answered, instincts telling him to find someplace to go where Alucard wasn’t.
“There’s no place you can really hide from me,” the vampire purred at Pip, moving closer. “I know everything that goes on around here.” The mercenary took an involuntary step away, sweat reforming on his brow.
“Nothing to hide, Alucard. I just had a day off.” He turned to leave. “I should go get some sleep.”
In retrospect, turning his back on the vampire was a mistake. He had taken only a few steps when an arm shot out and clamped around his chest hard, the vampire yanking him back and nipping at his ear. Pip swallowed hard as Alucard rubbed his erection against his ass, a low rumbling coming from the vampire’s throat. Jerking his head away from the sharp teeth, Pip’s reward was Alucard’s other hand twining around to clutch at his groin and hiss warningly in his ear. “You wouldn’t want anyone to hear you, now would you?” The vampire asked softly, his hand moving in languid circles over Pip’s crotch. Pip stifled a profanity and gritted his teeth instead, thinking of anything to stop becoming aroused by the vampire’s ministrations.
Alucard nipped once again at Pip’s ear and pulled him further into the forest, pulling the mercenary harder against him. “Aren’t you curious? I’m surprised that in all the time you’ve spent with your men, you haven’t…experimented.”
Pip growled low in his throat. “You’re not allowed to harm us. It was in the contract.”
The vampire chuckled again while moving his hand to unfasten the other mans trousers. Pip struggled for an instant, and then heard a voice in his mind. A voice that started to soothe his quells about his situation, and made him grow harder. His hands dropped to his sides instead of pulling at the vampire’s hand to stop, and he made a low hissing moan. The cold of Alucard’s hand on his penis brought reality crashing in on him, his body tensing. Alucard nipped at his ear again. “But this doesn’t hurt you, does it?” the voice whispered in his mind.
The fear that had started to rise plummeted again and Pip started rocking his hips into Alucard’s hand, the friction warming the appendage. Another nip was delivered to his ear and the mercenary shivered.
Behind him, Alucard smirked. Pip indeed loved the pleasures of flesh, even if it took a little convincing to have him forget that it was a 500-year-old vampire that was stroking him. Alucard stopped to wet his hand with saliva then resumed stroking, waiting until Pip started to pant, his hips jerking forward. Just as the mercenary was about to reach his peak, Alucard stopped, pulling at Pip’s shirt. Pip moaned something incoherently and almost pushed away, but not until Alucard drew a nail across his back, leaving a cut. The initial pain that shot through the mercenary’s body was replaced as a cool tongue laved over the cut, lapping up the blood as delicately as a cat. Warm pleasure washed over Pip when Alucard wrapped his lips around the line, sucking hard to draw out more blood.
Pip’s head lolled back and a gasping groan escaped him, his hand reaching back to pull Alucard harder against him, to draw out more blood, to take what he wanted, anything. He reached down with his other hand to stroke himself in time with the sucking noises he heard, only to be rewarded with a sharp nip, a warning. The nip only intensified the sensation, and Pip figured if he didn’t find something to brace against, he would fall soon. The sound of rustling clothes was in the back of his mind as he felt the wind touch his now bare legs, and the coolness of Alucard’s body as he removed his own trousers and rubbed harder against Pip’s buttocks, the vampire’s hand coming around again to stroke ever so slowly, to torment the mercenary more by bringing him to the edge of orgasm and stopping each time the man began to shudder.
Alucard moved so that Pip was now facing one of the trees, an elm Pip’s mind vaguely observed. Pulling away from the new scar that had formed on Pip’s back, the vampire licked his fingers and pushed them into Pip’s anus, moving his other hand to draw yet another line of blood to distract the mercenary from the intrusion. Gasping, Pip grasped the elm tree, watching through a haze as his fingers clenched at the rough bark, some of the wood splintering off under his nails. His gasps were not heard above the rustling of the trees, his groans too low to be heard by anyone. Alucard pushed in further and stroked the other man’s prostate, almost grinning when Pip bucked under him, his frame falling forward to grasp the tree tighter. Blood continued to trickle, and the vampire sucked more, removing his fingers and reaching to grasp Pip’s erection, stroking him more.
The mercenary was writhing under Alucard now, his moans increasing. Alucard carefully coated his own penis with saliva and pushed in, growling low. Pip bucked, but the tree and Alucard’s body pinned him in. The vampire merely continued to push in, stroking the other man harder as he finally slid fully sheathed with a low growl. Pip dropped his head and panted, torn between pleasure and pain, something that Alucard knew all too well about. Grasping the man’s penis harder, he began to move, slowly at first, allowing the mercenary to adjust. The muscles surrounding him were warm and deliciously tight, and the vampire took care to not do further damage to Pip.
Not until Pip began moving on his own, at least.
Stroking the man faster, Alucard dragged a fang lightly across Pip’s back, licking at the last remnants of blood. The problem with blood play was that his tongue healed the cuts swiftly. Alucard drew another line and sucked hard from this cut; it was fairly deep and blood flowed freely. Pip groaned even louder and started to move, his mind unable to figure out whether it hurt too much, or if the pleasure he felt was going to be his downfall. The voice whispered in his head again, and he succumbed, rocking his hips in time with Alucard’s stroking, heedless of the pain he felt otherwise. The vampire thrust harder into Pip, his growls becoming more feral the more Pip moved with him.
Panting, sweating, Pip realized in the back of his mind he must be insane to let this happen, but this body refused to allow him to stop, the sensations running through it too much for him to try to fight back. He felt the beginning of his orgasm start again, and moved more frantically against Alucard, his hands practically tearing off the bark of the tree. A low chuckle filled his mind as he started to shudder, and this time Alucard did not slow down. Stiffening under the vampire, Pip gritted his teeth and growled low in his throat as his orgasm wracked through him; warm stickiness covering the vampire’s hand. Alucard laved his tongue more deeply into the cut, his eyes half lidded with pleasure and he pulled out sharply and followed the mercenary with his own orgasm. With a soft moan, Pip leaned against the tree and took deep breaths to steady himself, staring at the bark while Alucard healed the final cut on his back.
Pip blinked once, then slowly pulled up his pants, turning to face the vampire. “I should get back to the manor. I have training tomorrow.” Alucard smirked slightly.
“Go back to your place, Wild Goose. Try not to get lost in the woods again.” He licked his fang carefully, surprised when Pip reached up and licked away a little bit of blood that was on the vampire’s lip before walking away. Humans continued to surprise him all the time.
Pip and Alucard Smut
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Pip wiped the sweat from his brow and sat against a tree in the woods on the outskirts of Hellsing. It was one of the few days where he had some time to himself, and had spent most of the day tormenting Seras, followed by a brief run with full gear on. After all, he had to be prepared for anything, and remain in top shape. Lighting a cigarette, he tilted back his head and looked up at the canopy of trees.
The run and the heat of the day made him lethargic, and he took the time to close his eyes and relax. Dusk was coming, and he didn’t plan on spending the night in the forest, not when he had a decent bed to go to.
His eyes snapped open when a dark chuckle came from behind him. Stubbing out his cigarette, he stood and slowly turned first his head, then the rest of his body to face Alucard. The vampire knew that Pip was nervous around him, and when bored, he liked to play pranks on the Wild Geese, usually by flowing through a wall unexpectedly.
This was the first time Alucard had come to Pip alone. The mercenary briefly considered just walking back, but remembered that Walter had warned him and his men to not show fear when Alucard was around. The vampire smiled lazily at Pip.
“Enjoying your time off, Wild Goose?”
Pip blinked a little. When did the older vampire care about the well being of the troops? As long as they donated every few weeks to keep the vampires fed, he thought that there was no problem. The look on Alucard’s face insinuated otherwise. “I suppose,” the mercenary answered, instincts telling him to find someplace to go where Alucard wasn’t.
“There’s no place you can really hide from me,” the vampire purred at Pip, moving closer. “I know everything that goes on around here.” The mercenary took an involuntary step away, sweat reforming on his brow.
“Nothing to hide, Alucard. I just had a day off.” He turned to leave. “I should go get some sleep.”
In retrospect, turning his back on the vampire was a mistake. He had taken only a few steps when an arm shot out and clamped around his chest hard, the vampire yanking him back and nipping at his ear. Pip swallowed hard as Alucard rubbed his erection against his ass, a low rumbling coming from the vampire’s throat. Jerking his head away from the sharp teeth, Pip’s reward was Alucard’s other hand twining around to clutch at his groin and hiss warningly in his ear. “You wouldn’t want anyone to hear you, now would you?” The vampire asked softly, his hand moving in languid circles over Pip’s crotch. Pip stifled a profanity and gritted his teeth instead, thinking of anything to stop becoming aroused by the vampire’s ministrations.
Alucard nipped once again at Pip’s ear and pulled him further into the forest, pulling the mercenary harder against him. “Aren’t you curious? I’m surprised that in all the time you’ve spent with your men, you haven’t…experimented.”
Pip growled low in his throat. “You’re not allowed to harm us. It was in the contract.”
The vampire chuckled again while moving his hand to unfasten the other mans trousers. Pip struggled for an instant, and then heard a voice in his mind. A voice that started to soothe his quells about his situation, and made him grow harder. His hands dropped to his sides instead of pulling at the vampire’s hand to stop, and he made a low hissing moan. The cold of Alucard’s hand on his penis brought reality crashing in on him, his body tensing. Alucard nipped at his ear again. “But this doesn’t hurt you, does it?” the voice whispered in his mind.
The fear that had started to rise plummeted again and Pip started rocking his hips into Alucard’s hand, the friction warming the appendage. Another nip was delivered to his ear and the mercenary shivered.
Behind him, Alucard smirked. Pip indeed loved the pleasures of flesh, even if it took a little convincing to have him forget that it was a 500-year-old vampire that was stroking him. Alucard stopped to wet his hand with saliva then resumed stroking, waiting until Pip started to pant, his hips jerking forward. Just as the mercenary was about to reach his peak, Alucard stopped, pulling at Pip’s shirt. Pip moaned something incoherently and almost pushed away, but not until Alucard drew a nail across his back, leaving a cut. The initial pain that shot through the mercenary’s body was replaced as a cool tongue laved over the cut, lapping up the blood as delicately as a cat. Warm pleasure washed over Pip when Alucard wrapped his lips around the line, sucking hard to draw out more blood.
Pip’s head lolled back and a gasping groan escaped him, his hand reaching back to pull Alucard harder against him, to draw out more blood, to take what he wanted, anything. He reached down with his other hand to stroke himself in time with the sucking noises he heard, only to be rewarded with a sharp nip, a warning. The nip only intensified the sensation, and Pip figured if he didn’t find something to brace against, he would fall soon. The sound of rustling clothes was in the back of his mind as he felt the wind touch his now bare legs, and the coolness of Alucard’s body as he removed his own trousers and rubbed harder against Pip’s buttocks, the vampire’s hand coming around again to stroke ever so slowly, to torment the mercenary more by bringing him to the edge of orgasm and stopping each time the man began to shudder.
Alucard moved so that Pip was now facing one of the trees, an elm Pip’s mind vaguely observed. Pulling away from the new scar that had formed on Pip’s back, the vampire licked his fingers and pushed them into Pip’s anus, moving his other hand to draw yet another line of blood to distract the mercenary from the intrusion. Gasping, Pip grasped the elm tree, watching through a haze as his fingers clenched at the rough bark, some of the wood splintering off under his nails. His gasps were not heard above the rustling of the trees, his groans too low to be heard by anyone. Alucard pushed in further and stroked the other man’s prostate, almost grinning when Pip bucked under him, his frame falling forward to grasp the tree tighter. Blood continued to trickle, and the vampire sucked more, removing his fingers and reaching to grasp Pip’s erection, stroking him more.
The mercenary was writhing under Alucard now, his moans increasing. Alucard carefully coated his own penis with saliva and pushed in, growling low. Pip bucked, but the tree and Alucard’s body pinned him in. The vampire merely continued to push in, stroking the other man harder as he finally slid fully sheathed with a low growl. Pip dropped his head and panted, torn between pleasure and pain, something that Alucard knew all too well about. Grasping the man’s penis harder, he began to move, slowly at first, allowing the mercenary to adjust. The muscles surrounding him were warm and deliciously tight, and the vampire took care to not do further damage to Pip.
Not until Pip began moving on his own, at least.
Stroking the man faster, Alucard dragged a fang lightly across Pip’s back, licking at the last remnants of blood. The problem with blood play was that his tongue healed the cuts swiftly. Alucard drew another line and sucked hard from this cut; it was fairly deep and blood flowed freely. Pip groaned even louder and started to move, his mind unable to figure out whether it hurt too much, or if the pleasure he felt was going to be his downfall. The voice whispered in his head again, and he succumbed, rocking his hips in time with Alucard’s stroking, heedless of the pain he felt otherwise. The vampire thrust harder into Pip, his growls becoming more feral the more Pip moved with him.
Panting, sweating, Pip realized in the back of his mind he must be insane to let this happen, but this body refused to allow him to stop, the sensations running through it too much for him to try to fight back. He felt the beginning of his orgasm start again, and moved more frantically against Alucard, his hands practically tearing off the bark of the tree. A low chuckle filled his mind as he started to shudder, and this time Alucard did not slow down. Stiffening under the vampire, Pip gritted his teeth and growled low in his throat as his orgasm wracked through him; warm stickiness covering the vampire’s hand. Alucard laved his tongue more deeply into the cut, his eyes half lidded with pleasure and he pulled out sharply and followed the mercenary with his own orgasm. With a soft moan, Pip leaned against the tree and took deep breaths to steady himself, staring at the bark while Alucard healed the final cut on his back.
Pip blinked once, then slowly pulled up his pants, turning to face the vampire. “I should get back to the manor. I have training tomorrow.” Alucard smirked slightly.
“Go back to your place, Wild Goose. Try not to get lost in the woods again.” He licked his fang carefully, surprised when Pip reached up and licked away a little bit of blood that was on the vampire’s lip before walking away. Humans continued to surprise him all the time.
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