Un, Deux, Trois

Once committed to the idea, Walter found himself torn between nervousness – it had been a very long time since he had been with one person, to say nothing of two – and anticipation.

He had allowed Pip and Seras to walk him back up to the manor, but had stopped them before the pair led him down to the basement room they shared, pulling a set of keys from his pocket and saying, “We will do this right, if we’re to do it.”

He took them to the guest wing to one of the rooms that had been prepared decades ago for some of Arthur’s overnight guests. Soundproofing being one of the amenities, as well as a bed that would be comfortably large enough for more than just a single ménage a trois.

He suppressed a smirk when the two walked into the room and looked around in surprise. “You two make yourselves comfortable. I will return shortly.”

“Where are you going?” Seras asked, clearly worried.

“I will return,” he reassured her. “A gentleman doesn’t take an offer like yours and then run away.” As always, Walter was simply thinking ahead

Seras turned away and looked around the room, wandering aimlessly until Pip came up behind her and laid a kiss on the crook of her neck. “He’s coming back.”

Turning around, Seras put her arms around his neck and kissed him, starting gently, but with increasing fervor until she had pressed herself tight against him and was starting to feel that familiar lightheadedness she often felt in his arms. Well, if he doesn’t come back, we can still use that bed. It has to be more comfortable than some of the things we’ve done in our coffin.

Pip chuckled against her lips and caught her up in his arms, dropping her on the bed and grabbing a foot to remove her shoe and sock.

Seras was squealing with laughter and squirming on the bed when Walter returned carrying a small tray. Pip ran his tongue up the sole of her bare foot one more time and released his grasp on her ankle. “Can I give you a hand?”

Walter shook his head, already kicking the door shut with his foot. “This is nothing.” He crossed the room and set the tray down on a table near the bed. “Just a few conveniences.”

It looked like Walter had taken care of the matter of refreshments. There was an ice bucket with several blood packets as well as three glasses and a plastic bottle that he put on the bedside stand. He caught Pip looking at it curiously and said, “Massage oil.”

Seras rolled over on her stomach and propped her head up on her hands. “Massage oil?”

Walter regarded her with a smile playing at the edges of his mouth, “A warm up? I thought we might all be more comfortable with something to do to ease into this.”

“You act like you’ve done this before,” Pip commented while he sat down and started to unlace his boots.

“Perhaps I am just very experienced at planning ahead.” Walter sat down next to Pip to remove his own shoes and socks and set them tidily aside.

Glancing up from the laces, Pip laughed and poked Walter with an elbow. “You have done this before.”

Walter gave Pip a reproving look while he unknotted his tie. “I believe I mentioned that I am a gentleman. I would no more betray someone else’s confidences than I would Seras’ or yours.” When Pip looked down at his feet again, Walter nudged him and grinned, “But I don’t think it would be betraying anyone’s confidence to say that I have seen and done many things in my seventy years.”

After removing his waistcoat and draping it over a chair with his tie, Walter padded across the plush carpet to the bed. Seras reached up and touched his hand, and he squeezed hers before sitting down next to her to wait for Pip to join them.

“Are you doing okay?” Seras asked while she rolled over and scooted around on the bed until she could lay her head in his lap and look up at him.

“I do believe that I am,” he answered, brushing her bangs off of her face and smiling down at her.

“He’s doing fine,” Pip interjected while he pulled his t-shirt off and dropped it on the couch. Walter glanced up at Pip while the man crossed the floor to join them. Pip smirked to see both Walter and Seras watching him with similarly appreciative expressions on their faces. “You two are going to swell my ego even more if you keep doing that.”

He grinned when both looked away and ended up looking each other in the face. “It doesn’t seem fair that both of you are wearing more clothes than I am,” he commented with mock-annoyance while he climbed onto the bed and leaned over to kiss Seras’ stomach where her shirt had ridden up to expose luminous white skin.

“Oh, it’s a matter of fairness?” Walter asked. Intending to get up and take off his shirt, he leaned down and kissed Seras first. It was supposed to have been brief, but she raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer and taking the kiss deeper, nipping at his lips until he parted them enough to allow her to slip her tongue between them to twine with his. She shivered and made a small noise, pressing up against Walter when Pip left a trail of nipping kisses along the waistband of her jeans.

Let him up, chère. We have plenty of time. Pip opened the fly of her jeans and Seras lifted her hips to let him pull them off.

With a small protesting sigh, Seras released Walter, who sat up reluctantly. After years of abstinence, he found it was difficult to pull away from an end to his celibacy. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt, and for the first time in more years than he could remember, tossed it in the general direction of the couch where it joined Pip’s discarded t-shirt. Wrinkles were hardly a consideration to him.

Seras pulled away from both men and sat up cross-legged. “I’m not wearing bottoms. Why are you two?”

Pip and Walter exchanged glances and smiles. “We aren’t wearing shirts,” Pip retorted. “You take off your shirt and we’ll take off our trousers.”

“Done.” Seras whipped her shirt over her head and threw it join what was a slowly growing pile of clothes. She sat wearing a white bra and panties and made a pulling down gesture at the men. “Your turn.”

Walter held his hands up in a gesture of surrender. “Of course. We aren’t cads to not fulfill our part of the agreement.” He stood and opened his belt, looking up to see that both Pip and Seras were watching him raptly.

Clearing his throat to cover his embarrassment at being the center of attention, Walter gave Pip a sardonic smile. “Claiming that the sight of my scars transfixed you is not going to get you out of dropping trou.” He put action to words and removed his trousers, adding them to the pile before sliding back onto the bed wearing a pair of boxer shorts and his monocle. He leaned against the headboard and pulled the tie out of his ponytail to let his hair fall free around his shoulders.

Seras crawled up the bed and joined him, snuggling under one of Walter’s arms and smirking at Pip. “Come on. You’re the last one now.”

“Um…” Pip looked ready to voice an objection, but shrugged and dropped his jeans.

Seras giggled, making her breasts move in what Walter found to be an extremely distracting manner. “You knew what we were going to do tonight and you still forgot underwear?”

Walter smirked without commenting. Truth be told, he counted himself lucky that he’d chosen to wear shorts that night. Often, because of those tight trousers Pip had mentioned before, he didn’t bother with underwear.

“Oh, you think it’s funny do you?” Pip crawled on all fours from the foot of the bed up to the head where Seras and Walter sat snuggled together. He put his hands on either side of the pair and kissed Seras slowly and passionately, not stopping until she moaned softly and clutched at Walter’s hand and the blanket under her other hand. With a self-satisfied smirk and a kiss on the tip of her nose, Pip turned his face to Walter’s.

The two men regarded each other silently until Walter smiled and closed the small distance between them to kiss Pip. He kept his fingers tangled with Seras’ and reached up to put his other hand on the back of Pip’s neck as they both became less tentative.

Seras watched, rapt. She’d never seen two men kissing up close like this. Not that she’d seen two people of either gender kissing like this. She found the sight deeply arousing. She leaned against Walter, watching them and stroked her fingers lightly down Pip’s bare shoulder.

If someone had told Pip when he first took his contract with Hellsing that he’d be involved in a threesome with Walter the butler, and Seras the crazy vampire Police Girl, he would have laughed his ass off and referred the speaker for a psych eval. If the hypothetical someone had mentioned that all three of them would be vampires, and that Pip would be getting as hard as he was from kissing another man, he would have sent the someone to their psych eval with some bruises for good measure.

As the two broke their kiss, Pip found himself giving silent thanks that some things change. He nudged Seras and Walter until they made a space between their legs and knelt there.

Walter gave Seras’ hand one last squeeze and released it. “It hardly seems fair to Pip that through an oversight, he is the only one among us who is nude. With a quick shift to lift his hips off the bed while he leaned against the headboard, Walter pulled his shorts off and tossed them, missing the pile, and not caring a whit.

“That’s right, chère, it hardly seems fair.” Pip waggled his eyebrows at Seras and stared meaningfully at her bra-covered breasts.

“Tsk. Fine.” She leaned forward and released the catch on her bra before she shrugged the straps off of her shoulders and threw it to join the rest of the discarded clothes.

“You’re still overdressed.” Pip tugged on the side of her bikini underwear.

“Are all Frenchmen so pushy?” Seras pretended to grumble, but lifted her hips and pulled the other side of her underwear down while Pip pulled on the side he’d been tugging.

“Only the ones who are extremely good in bed,” was the immediate response.

“Maybe now’s a good time for that massage oil,” Seras said while she avidly took in the sight of two very attractive, very nude, and very “enthusiastic” men. She kept shifting her focus between Pip and Walter, not so much comparing as contrasting – Pip’s fair hair but slightly heavier body hair, and Walter’s black hair that was such a stark contrast to his pale skin.

She was glad not to be able to blush as she made other comparisons between the two men. Pip was a bit thicker, it seemed, but Walter might have a slight advantage in length. She turned away to get the bottle of massage oil to cover the fact that her biggest problem seemed to be which one of them she wanted to molest first.

“Lie down, Walter,” she ordered while she squeezed some oil into her hand.

“Me?” Walter blinked. “I had rather thought we would begin with you.”

“Pip already knows what my body feels like–”

“Intimately,” Pip interjected with a leer, grinning when she rolled her eyes at him.

“But neither of us knows what your body feels like. Now lie down.”

Walter knew when there was no use arguing, and really, who would want to argue this? Not he. He felt like he was getting a monsoon after a very long drought and would not be complaining. He took off his monocle and left it on the bedside table before stretching out on his stomach and pillowing his head on his arms.

Seras tossed the bottle to Pip and hesitated for a moment before straddling Walter’s lower back and beginning to rub oil into his shoulders. Pip snagged the bottle out of the air and poured a bit of oil into his cupped hand, looking over Walter’s body trying to decide where to start. He ended up straddling the other man’s thighs facing his feet. He pulled one of Walter’s feet up until the man bent his leg at the knee, then firmly rubbed oil on his foot and ankle.

“We’re definitely going to need a shower before we leave this room.”

Walter snorted at Pip’s comment. “You haven’t seen the bathroom yet. Your biggest worry is getting lost in there.” He closed his eyes and did what he could to keep his sounds of enjoyment quiet as the two vampires worked their way across his body.

Both Pip and Seras took their time working oil into his skin. He had to excuse himself at one point to shift his erection into a more comfortable position against the bed.

Seras was fascinated by the scars on Walter’s back and shoulders. They were like a permanent history of his long career as a human who hunted vampires. She traced each one with her fingertips and wondered about the stories behind them. She would have to ask him another time.

After Pip reached Walter’s knees he turned around and began working oil into the man’s thighs, moving slowly upward. There were scars on Walter’s legs, and from where Pip sat, he could see one that seemed to wrap around his hip and across one buttock. That had to have hurt. Without thinking, he reached out and followed its path across the milk pale skin with his fingers.

Walter hissed and Pip jerked his fingers back. “Did that hurt?”

“No. Just the opposite.” Walter’s words sounded slightly slurred and he took a second to blink and try to get his speech out clearly. “The scar doesn’t have any sensation, but the nerves in the undamaged skin around it are very sensitive.”

“Pip has a scar like that on his chest. I’ll show you which one later.” Seras leaned down until her breasts were pressed against Walter’s back and nipped at his ear. “He likes when you lick it.”

With Seras in that position, Pip was presented with what, to him, was an extremely luscious view. He leaned forward and bit one of her exposed buttocks, carefully not drawing blood, and laughed when she yelped in Walter’s ear.

She sat up and threw Pip a look that was part glare and part tease. “Just for that, I think it’s time Walter turned over so we can do the front.”

“Is that a saying in English I haven’t learned yet for ‘screw him silly?’” Walter began shaking with repressed laughter under them.

“Pip Bernadette!” She swatted Walter’s shoulder. “And you! Don’t encourage him.”

Walter held his hands up in surrender and started to turn over, aided by the fact that the back of his body was well oiled. Seras and Pip raised up enough to let him finish the roll and all three were confronted with views they’d never had before.

Walter blinked up at Seras and wished for his monocle. Pip blinked at the closest view of another man’s erection he’d ever had. Seras blinked because that erection was pressing against her backside while Walter – Walter Dornez, Hellsing’s butler, the Angel of Death, a man who was more than three times her own age – looked up at her hungrily.

It was a moment of truth. Would Seras remember old fears about sex? Would Pip remember that he was a strictly heterosexual kind of man? Would Walter remember that he was supposed to be a gentleman?

Of the three questions, the one with a yes answer was the last. Walter wanted nothing more than to shift himself against Seras until he could slide himself inside of her, but that was hardly polite without giving her a bit more attention first. She really deserved better than that. He put his hands on her hips and began to stroke the skin of her abdomen with his thumbs, moving them up her torso until they were stopped just at the curve of her breasts.

Walter wiggled his legs where Pip was sitting until the man moved up. He reached out with one hand and used his fingers on Pip’s side to urge him to come forward until he was pressed against Seras’ back.

She sighed and leaned her head back against Pip when he nuzzled against her neck and put his hands over Walter’s, guiding them onto her breasts and releasing them to slide his hands down her ribcage and stomach.

Both men caressed and stroked Seras until she was writhing against them. Pip rubbed himself against the cleft of her buttocks and Walter gasped and arched his back when Seras slid, slick and inviting, over his erection. The three gave themselves over to enjoying the sensations of bodies and hands rubbing together. Seras was nearly overloaded with four hands on her skin and two erections rubbing against her. She found herself gasping out moans that eventually resolved themselves into one word, “Please.”

Walter used a light grip on her wrists to pull Seras back down to kiss him. The change of angle pinned his erection between her stomach and his and tilted her into an angle that was perfect for Pip. Walter kissed Seras hard, tangling his fingers in her hair to bring her face against his when Pip entered her.

It was almost too much, rubbing against Walter while Pip slowly stroked into her. Seras moaned loudly into Walter’s mouth and slipped her hands under his shoulders to brace herself. She made a small sound of confusion when Pip pulled her stomach up for a moment, but understood when he rubbed massage oil on her skin to make her slide better against Walter’s erection with every one of Pip’s thrusts. When Walter stiffened and grunted under her, she realized that Pip had rubbed oil onto Walter’s member as well before letting her relax back down against him.

The rhythm they established then was satisfying for all three and the sounds of flesh sliding against flesh, gasps, moans and murmurs of encouragement or praise filled the room.

Walter watched Seras’ first orgasm with pleasure and satisfaction. She pushed back harder and faster against Pip, which slid her against Walter with greater speed and force as well. He met Pip’s eye when she buried her face in the crook of his neck and shuddered, almost keening against his skin. The two men shared a moment devoid of jealousy while Seras climaxed in one man’s arms because of the actions of the other.

Pip waited for Seras to come back to herself, which usually took a minute or two, before beginning another slow rhythm. It was strange to him how unthreatened he was by the situation, but he really wasn’t questioning it too hard. Seras was happy, he was happy, and it seemed as though Walter was happy. Walter’s fingers brushed over his occasionally and he surprised both of them when he caught the other man’s hand and brought it up to his mouth to kiss the palm before releasing it again.

Finally, he felt his orgasm building. His fingers tightened on Seras’ hips in a way she recognized and she put her mouth against Walter’s ear. “Do you trust me?”

Walter stiffened slightly and gasped when she tweaked one of his nipples. Did he trust her? Was this the time to be asking? “Yes,” he choked out before moaning again and clamping his hands over Pip’s.

Seras waited until she knew that Pip was not going to be able to hold off any longer before sinking her fangs into Walter’s throat. The bite pushed Walter over and he bucked and moaned, semen sticky-cool spreading on their stomachs. Seras moaned and climaxed with the first mouthful of cool, sex-flavored blood and the muscular contractions of her climax were the final stimulation Pip needed to join the two with his own groans. He thrust harder into Seras, shuddering almost painfully before stopping and dropping his forehead against her back.

Seras took a last swallow of blood and held her mouth over the twin punctures until Walter’s flesh closed over them. She pushed up and twisted around until Pip sat up and leaned forward to kiss her in their awkward position. His tongue swept her mouth while he sought the last traces of Walter’s blood.

Finally she pulled away from Pip to give Walter one last long kiss before leaning up and looking at the sticky mess between them. “Now, about that shower…?”