Mind F***

Alucard leaned down to nuzzle his face in her hair again. She couldn’t see the malicious grin he shot Luke before he closed his eyes to breathe in the complex scents she carried with her. She smelled like shampoo, gunpowder, blood, sweat, fear, anger, death, and now, sex. He made a low rumbling noise against her scalp and pressed himself against her back where the blood throbbing in his groin made him hurt oh so sweetly.

Integra leaned against him harder, smiling at the feel of his erection pushing against her back. “You’ve been such a faithful servant, Alucard. What could I give you now other than my blood that would be a suitable reward?”

Alucard shifted his face until he was speaking directly into her ear. He watched Luke while he murmured, “Where do you draw the line? I am always your faithful servant, but you know I have needs that go beyond blood.”

Integra stiffened as she remembered who she was and what she was doing, but Alucard, sensing her potential withdrawal, used his shadows and his hands to draw a gasp from her that distracted her before her resolve could harden.

“Look at him, Master. Do you know the things we could do with and to him? Wouldn’t it be delicious to use him the way he had promised to use you? You and I could make him beg for mercy in a way torture cannot achieve. It would delight me if my reward would also please you and punish him.”

His shadows lifted them both imperceptibly off the floor and drifted them across the room to the table where the blonde vampire was restrained. “Look at him,” he breathed in her ear, “he’s handsome enough. He may be frightened, but I know that he still couldn’t help becoming aroused watching you in my arms. Do you wonder how long it would take for you to make him moan?” He pulled her against his erection as he cajoled, “Touch him, Integra.”

She reached out almost entranced. Alucard rewarded her with more caresses from both his hands and shadows while she slowly stroked her hand down their captive’s arm. For the first time since being released from his imprisonment, Luke spoke, “Please.”

“So you do have a voice?” Integra lifted his fingers and smiled when she remembered his promise about how she’d enjoy them inside of her. She doubted he would be able to compete with what Alucard could do.

“Tell her what you want,” Alucard commanded.

“Please don’t let him eat me again. I’ll do anything, even go back inside him, just make him keep his hounds away from me!”

“I won’t eat you again, little Valentine, if you do as my Master commands you. If you disobey her in any way, you will wish for the sweet solace of my hounds.”

“I’ll do anything!”

“Will you moan for me, my Valentine? Will you writhe and groan and call my name?” Integra asked as she opened his coat.

A glimmer of Luke Valentine’s old cockiness returned, “I think you will find my-” he sucked in a breath when she pulled his shirt out of his trousers and traced a delicate line from his waistband up to his navel with a fingertip, “I think you will find my performance satisfactory.”

Integra leaned back again and lost herself to Alucard’s many caresses for a moment while Luke looked on. She and Luke stared at each other’s faces and she could feel a desire for him growing that she would not have thought she would ever feel.

Alucard decided Integra might need more distraction and incentive before her rational mind reasserted itself. This was definitely a once in a lifetime experience he would not allow to slip through his grasp.

He ran his inhumanly long tongue along her jawline and drew her into a deep kiss when she turned her face toward his. He used every means he had to make that single kiss absolutely intoxicating for Integra, going so far as to dip into her mind and use her own thoughts as a guide for pushing her toward the edge of a swoon. While she was distracted by what Alucard was doing, he drew the shadows that made up Luke’s clothes back to himself, leaving him stretched on the table like a statue of carved alabaster. His eyebrow twitched as he revised the thought – an erotic statue of carved alabaster.

He broke their kiss and held Integra while she caught her breath and became aware of the now nude man in front of her. Luke and Alucard both watched her as she examined the captive vampire intently.

Luke Valentine was lean and well muscled. His legs were long, his stomach chiseled and his chest and shoulders were surprisingly broad. He was not merely pale as most vampires were; he was almost ethereally white. She ran a finger down his chest; his body hair was so fair and fine that one might mistake him for having none. Even the curls at his groin were spiderweb fine and intangible. What they framed was not intangible. Alucard had been right that the sight of the two of them had been enough to arouse Luke despite his fear.

Integra didn’t have much basis for comparison – real statues all seemed to be perilously underdeveloped, especially in comparison to the work of art on display in this room.

Alucard whispered a word into her mind, chiaroscuro. He sent it to her and played it through her thoughts with such deftness that when she latched onto the word, she thought it, and the idea it spawned, were hers alone. “Alucard.”

“Yes, Integra?” Integra noticed that he had discarded the formality of calling her Master for the moment. She almost grinned, but caught herself.

“I want to see the two of you together. I want to see the contrast of dark and light.” She felt Luke tense under the finger she still had pressed to his chest. “Quiet. He’s not going to eat you again. Or at least, not like he did the first time.”

“It would be my pleasure, and his.” Alucard did not attempt to conceal his approval of her suggestion. It had been his idea, after all, whether she knew it or not. He leaned down to claim another kiss from her before he moved on to the next course of this banquet. While he tasted her mouth, he opened her shirt and removed her tie, leaving her in a state of dishabille that he found quite enticing.

He took advantage of her distraction to dissolve his clothes back into the ether from which they were formed. He preferred not to highlight his inhumanity when he was so close to reaching a goal he’d been striving after for more than ten years, but he did indulge his vanity when he allowed his hair to grow out to a length that would match Luke’s.

He pulled away from her lips and asked, “Do you have a preference for how you would like to see us together?”

He nearly laughed out loud at her blush. Humans. Here she had two nude men at her disposal and she was blushing at using them for her pleasure. How fortunate for all of them that he had no such qualms.

“No Alucard. I have no preference. Do what you will please you.”

Oh, Integra, but I shall. I shall please myself quite thoroughly, was his smug thought.

Alucard released Integra to stand on her own again and moved around to stand by Luke’s head. She moved to mirror him on the other side of the table. He could feel her staring at his revealed body. He knew he was not as translucent as their toy, but the inkiness of his hair made his skin glow. His shoulders were narrower, but his body was wiry and corded with muscle. His manhood hung full and promising at the juncture of his thighs surrounded by glossy black curls. He knew he was beautiful, his pride would not permit him to be anything but.

His link to Luke told him that Integra was not the only one who appreciated the view. He licked his lips when he looked down at his prisoner. His hair waved around his body and began to stroke across Luke’s torso, drawing slowly across his chest and ribs; when he drew in a hissed breath, Integra saw him curl his toes. She smirked and walked down to the other end of the table.

She and Alucard exchanged a glance and an understanding. Alucard cradled Luke’s head and leaned down to kiss him. His hand on the back of Luke’s head made their kiss a fierce one that would have bruised or even bloodied the mouths of humans. Luke’s gasp against his mouth signaled Integra’s participation. She had begun to stroke Luke’s foot just as Luke had said he would do to her. She had surmised that his imaginings would only have included things he himself would enjoy; it seemed she had guessed correctly.

“Can we trust him?” She asked Alucard.

He did not bother to pull away from his continued exploration of Luke’s mouth but rather telepathically replied, He knows what I’ll do to him if he misbehaves.

Integra released Luke’s restraints and stepped away from the table. He made no move to escape or attack, but raised his arms to pull Alucard closer. She found it amazing how easily he had gone from terrified to fully engaged in enjoying Alucard’s touch.

We learn not to spend time questioning interludes of pleasure in lives that are long and filled with much that is not pleasurable. It’s a skill you would benefit from learning. Join me here again and let Luke and I show you how to put things aside, just for a little while.

She watched the two of them as Luke sat up on the table and slid around to allow Alucard to stand between his open legs and kiss him more. Chiaroscuro, the word came to her again. The contrast of dark and light as Alucard’s hair caressed his lover was beautiful. Her usually pragmatic mind threw metaphors at her like moonlight and shadow or puddled ink on pristine white paper.

Her eyes were drawn back to the crease of Luke’s buttocks and that almost imperceptible Y at the top where she just knew that if she ran her tongue he would buck and cry out into Alucard’s mouth.

Do it, Integra. Master him and his body.

The thought of turning the tables on Valentine was more than she wanted to resist. She kicked off her shoes and socks before walking back across the cold floor to the table where Luke still sat, wrapped in Alucard’s arms and hair. She watched the two men, enjoying the contrasts in their hair and skin. She wanted to take their hair and braid it together, not only to enjoy the mingled dark and light, but to keep them from separating from their kiss.

Alucard felt when Integra climbed onto the table and ran her tongue over the juncture of his lover’s buttocks. Luke’s moan was loud enough to have been a shout if it hadn’t been muffled in Alucard’s mouth and he wrapped his arms around Alucard to pull him in as he thrust forward, rubbing their hardness together almost painfully. Almost. He began to push himself against Luke, both of them tensing and relaxing with the friction against their already straining erections.

He used his hair to ease Integra up onto her knees behind Luke and pulled her against him to leave him sandwiched between the Master and the Monster. He made room for her hands when they smoothed along Luke’s sides and up to his nipples. When she was unsatisfied by his response to her gentle touches, she used her fingernails until he made pleading sounds against Alucard’s lips.

Alucard wanted more, but didn’t think the cold metal table or stone floor were conducive to setting the proper mood for Integra. Close your eyes.

“Why?” She looked suspiciously over Luke’s shoulder, but Alucard’s eyes were closed. If not for the voice in her mind, she would have thought that he was aware of nothing more in the world than the man whose mouth he was plundering with his own.

Because it can be disconcerting to move through shadow and I want a softer, warmer surface.

Integra thought of the implications of the things that could be done on a softer, warmer surface. A soft tendril of hair caressed across her cheek and she closed her eyes, waiting for the change Alucard was bringing them. The cold steel under her knees dissolved into a familiar softness and she opened her eyes to find the three of them in her bed. In her bed!

She had opened her mouth to protest, but stopped when she felt a shift between the two men. Alucard pulled his mouth away from Luke’s and tipped his face toward the ceiling. Luke ran his tongue down the line of the other man’s throat and paused at the hollow between his clavicles. She was fascinated by the wanton expression of lust on her vampire’s face and forgot her protests again.

She had to know something. She shifted around on the bed until she knelt beside the two men. She watched every movement of Luke’s tongue as he licked down from Alucard’s neck to his chest. She could almost feel the tongue that snaked out to taste her vampire’s nipple on her own. She felt her nipples tighten at the thought of feeling that soft, cool wetness against her heated flesh. She was so fascinated by watching Luke that she missed Alucard watching her with satisfaction.

When Alucard reached out with one hand and Luke another, she allowed them to slide her shirt off of her shoulders and toss it to the floor. She sat next to the two men on the bed wearing trousers and brassiere and watched Luke continue his ministrations on his captor.

Alucard brushed her hair away from her face to watch her more carefully when Luke took his erection into his mouth. As much as the feel of the man’s cool, wet, soft lips wrapped around him made him want to loll his head back and luxuriate in the sensations with his eyes closed, he wanted to see Integra watch his pleasure even more. Just seeing her rapt expression made him want to spend in Luke’s mouth before he grabbed her ravished her in her bed, but he was doing so well in guiding her one step at a time through her seduction that he would not ruin it now.

Alucard smiled his approval when she began to stroke Luke’s back almost as one might stroke an obedient pet and groaned softly when Luke’s appreciative murmur sent vibrations down his shaft to tighten his scrotum against his body. Both men were surprised, though, when she stroked lower until she was cupping him from behind, the vibration from Luke’s long, low groan pushed him over the edge and he pushed deep inside the man’s mouth to spend with racking shudders.

Integra and Alucard watched each other closely while he came. She was fascinated to see him in an ecstasy that did not require anyone’s blood; he was aroused beyond rational thought to have her see him in this state. It would not take long for him to be ready to convince her to take the final step with him, but their toy needed attention now, too.

He pushed Luke back onto the bed and climbed on top of him. He knew that this angle would give Integra a perfect view of the line of his back. He rather hoped she would give him the same attentions she had given Luke. He rubbed against the recumbent man, enjoying the contrast now between hard and soft.

When Integra got off the bed, he stopped for a moment, concerned that she had come to her senses after all and would leave the two of them alone. That wasn’t much reward in his opinion, since he could have this kind of play with Valentine any time he pleased. The reward was in her presence; preferably in her participation. If he’d had a heartbeat, it would have quickened when she removed her trousers, knickers and bra. She wasn’t leaving, she was preparing to play in earnest.

He spread his arms to welcome her when she returned to the bed and pulled her in, not just to his embrace, but that of his partner. The two men began to lavish attention on Integra, placing her on the bed while they both stroked and licked her.

She realized there might have been some merit to Luke’s promises of squirming under his touch. He touched her skillfully, but tenderly, running his long fingers over her sensitive skin like a man playing a tune with her as the instrument. He might not have Alucard’s years of experience and extra gifts, but he had a natural talent that made her gasp when he found one sensitive spot after another.

Alucard seemed to be trying to devour her without using his teeth. His mouth was everywhere on her body, it seemed, drawing gasps as he licked her nipples and drew them between his front teeth while carefully avoiding her with his canines.

She watched their hair cover her body and wound her fingers through dark hair in one hand and light in the other. Alucard’s hair wrapped itself around her wrist and stroked her arm while Luke tossed his hair across her in such a way that every time he moved his head, his hair would draw across her in a caress of its own.

The two men worked their way down her body until it seemed almost a competition to see who would be the first to taste the heat and wetness between her thighs. Of course, there was no competition – if Alucard wanted to be first, he would be first, but he gave their pet the privilege while he returned to capture Integra’s mouth and her sighs with his kisses.

Integra dug her toes into the comforter on top of her bed and arched up against Luke’s mouth and tongue. He swept his tongue firmly up and down between her full lips and made sure to place and extra pressure on her clitoris every time he passed over it. She had thought she was on the brink of ecstasy until he slowly pushed one of his fingers inside her. He had been right, after all, it was intense. She was grateful for Alucard’s mouth over her own. It kept the volume of her moans lower as she spasmed around Luke’s finger and bucked her hips to push her clitoris against his tongue.

Luke crawled back up the bed to take his place on the other side of Integra from Alucard. Both men continued to ply their ways across her body and she was barely allowed enough respite to catch her breath before their actions had her on the brink of orgasm again. This time, they worked together to bring her close and then back away just enough to leave her using her willpower just to keep from demanding her release.

When her entire body was suffused with a hot flush, Alucard turned her face to make her look him in the eyes. You know what I want now. I won’t take it unless you say yes. His hand between her legs made a lie of his chivalrous words, he was pushing her with her desire and they both knew it.

“Yes.”

The most beautiful word ever, in Alucard’s opinion, was the word “yes” uttered by Integra Hellsing in that moment. He pulled her close for a passionate kiss before rolling onto his back, bringing her over with him. “For your first time, you should set the pace. After everything we’ve already done, I will be very surprised if this hurts you, though.” He could feel Luke’s envious stare like a favorite seasoning added to a savory dish.

Slowly, Integra settled herself on top of Alucard. She and her sometime servant, now lover, watched each other raptly as she pulled his erection up to meet her soft warmth. She pushed down onto his length; feeling herself pushed open and filled that a single finger had done little to prepare her for. It didn’t hurt even a little, but the feel of him inside her was beyond any expectation she had ever had of the act. She pushed down until she could go no further and then pulled slowly away until they were nearly separated. She continued at her slow pace until she became accustomed to the sensations and quickened her movements.

She looked over and saw Luke watching them hungrily and pulled him up on his knees to kiss her. She almost felt sorry for him, as he was the only one of the three of them who had yet to have any satisfaction. She wondered when he grunted and stiffened in their kiss and when she pulled away from his lips, she saw that Alucard was laving his tongue up and down the other man’s penis. She was impressed when Alucard was able to wrap his tongue entirely around Luke’s hardness. From the way he groaned and his eyes closed, Luke was also impressed.

Alucard’s hair wrapped both his lovers in soft touches. Some brushed feather soft against Luke’s scrotum while other lengths tickled across Integra’s breasts. He touched both of them physically and mentally, playing them until all three of them were in the same rhythm of arousal and moving to their peaks at the same time.

Integra pulled Luke back against her mouth as her pace picked up and she began to make involuntary gasps of desire and delight. She thrust against Alucard, while he bucked up to her and he pulled Luke deep into his mouth. Soon the pleasure caused Alucard to lose his hold on their synchronicity; first Luke pulled away from Integra’s mouth to throw his head back with a guttural sound of pleasure while he thrust into Alucard’s waiting mouth and spent himself; then Integra’s movements became more frenzied and she leaned down to lay her body across his while her teeth clamped over his jugular and she whimpered around the gag she had made of his flesh.

The spasms of Integra’s orgasm were the end of Alucard’s self-control. He thrust against her hard enough to bruise and climaxed with a howl that had echoes of his hellhounds resonating in it. The three sprawled on the bed, insensible until Alucard’s chuckle roused them. “Well, that was one of the most pleasurable interrogations I have known in my long life.”


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AN: chiaroscuro: the art or practice of so arranging the light and dark parts as to produce a harmonious effect. Now this is seriously it. This fic is done. It was also my first go at slash, hopefully it didn\'t suck, so to speak.