Captive Audience
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Category:
Hellsing › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,331
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Hellsing, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Turning Point
DISCLAIMERS: "Hellsing" is owned by Kouta Hirano. I'm just writing this for fun.
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It was madness, sheer madness! But there he is, clutching at the vampire with passion beginning to cloud his senses. Each stroke of Alucard's tongue against his own sends little shocks dancing down Anderson's spine to pool between his legs in a burning need. The priest feels hot and cold. A fine sheen of sweat breaks out on his skin which suddenly seems too sensitive and irritated by the rasp of his plain, servicable cassock and trousers.
Kissing Alucard is unlike anything he had ever imagined. The vampire's skin is cold, smooth and surprisingly soft. There's the sharp metallic taste of fresh blood, but it doesn't repulse the priest. Tentatively, Anderson winds a hand into the inky hair that seems to have a life of its own. The contrast between the pristine white of his glove and Alucard's hair is like ink spilt upon paper. A low murmur of approval comes from the vampire who leans in closer at the touch.
For his part, the vampire simply allows Anderson to believe he is leading this little encounter, content to explore the textures and flavours of the human's mouth. One arm remains firmly locked around the paladin, long-fingered hand splayed across Anderson's broad back. Alucard's other hand feathers down through Anderson's short hair and curls around the nape of the priest's neck. He can feel the heat of the man's body through their combined layers of clothing. Better still, he can feel the growing desire of the man's body pressed low against his belly.
Smiling against Anderson's lips, Alucard rolls his hips in a purely lascivious grind. The priest gasps and tries to jerk back as if scalded, but Alucard's firm grip holds the man in place. A shudder runs through Anderson as he realises that it is the vampire who has him snared. Fear, anger and desire roil within the paladin and he growls into Alucard's mouth.
The pent up violence that had been held in check until now is released in a sudden onslaught of sharp teeth and grasping hands. Hatred and lust become hopelessly entwined as man and monster seek to devour each other with eager mouths. Snarls and laughter mingle as closely as their shared breath. Blood stains their lips, each tasting of the other.
"Monster!" Anderson growls.
"I get that a lot," Alucard replies with a cheeky grin. Bored with the apparent stalemate, the vampire pushes away from the wall and turns, easily overpowering his erstwhile captor and exchanging places with him. Plaster cracks with the impact of the priest's body against the wall. Tendrils of shadow rise to do the vampire's bidding and pin Anderson's hands to the wall above his head.
Futile though it might be, the priest struggles and glares hatred at Alucard. Those bottle green eyes fairly shoot sparks and it is a miracle the lenses of his glasses don't simply melt from the ferocity of his stare.
"Harsh language and spit? Care to try anything else, Judas Priest?" With the taunting words comes a firm hand pressed against Anderson's chest. The room is filled with shadows that blot out the hellish glow outside the broken windows. A pair of wine red eyes appear within the darkness, then the rest of Alucard's pale, angular face takes form. The hand meanders across the priest's chest for a moment before deftly flicking buttons from their holes down the front of Anderson's cassock.
What more can the priest do or say at this point? The shadows are as obdurate as steel shackles and just as cold. Fury and hunger flash in his eyes. He dips his head toward the vampire but Alucard only laughs and roughly forces Anderson's jaw up and to the side, baring the man's throat.
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It was madness, sheer madness! But there he is, clutching at the vampire with passion beginning to cloud his senses. Each stroke of Alucard's tongue against his own sends little shocks dancing down Anderson's spine to pool between his legs in a burning need. The priest feels hot and cold. A fine sheen of sweat breaks out on his skin which suddenly seems too sensitive and irritated by the rasp of his plain, servicable cassock and trousers.
Kissing Alucard is unlike anything he had ever imagined. The vampire's skin is cold, smooth and surprisingly soft. There's the sharp metallic taste of fresh blood, but it doesn't repulse the priest. Tentatively, Anderson winds a hand into the inky hair that seems to have a life of its own. The contrast between the pristine white of his glove and Alucard's hair is like ink spilt upon paper. A low murmur of approval comes from the vampire who leans in closer at the touch.
For his part, the vampire simply allows Anderson to believe he is leading this little encounter, content to explore the textures and flavours of the human's mouth. One arm remains firmly locked around the paladin, long-fingered hand splayed across Anderson's broad back. Alucard's other hand feathers down through Anderson's short hair and curls around the nape of the priest's neck. He can feel the heat of the man's body through their combined layers of clothing. Better still, he can feel the growing desire of the man's body pressed low against his belly.
Smiling against Anderson's lips, Alucard rolls his hips in a purely lascivious grind. The priest gasps and tries to jerk back as if scalded, but Alucard's firm grip holds the man in place. A shudder runs through Anderson as he realises that it is the vampire who has him snared. Fear, anger and desire roil within the paladin and he growls into Alucard's mouth.
The pent up violence that had been held in check until now is released in a sudden onslaught of sharp teeth and grasping hands. Hatred and lust become hopelessly entwined as man and monster seek to devour each other with eager mouths. Snarls and laughter mingle as closely as their shared breath. Blood stains their lips, each tasting of the other.
"Monster!" Anderson growls.
"I get that a lot," Alucard replies with a cheeky grin. Bored with the apparent stalemate, the vampire pushes away from the wall and turns, easily overpowering his erstwhile captor and exchanging places with him. Plaster cracks with the impact of the priest's body against the wall. Tendrils of shadow rise to do the vampire's bidding and pin Anderson's hands to the wall above his head.
Futile though it might be, the priest struggles and glares hatred at Alucard. Those bottle green eyes fairly shoot sparks and it is a miracle the lenses of his glasses don't simply melt from the ferocity of his stare.
"Harsh language and spit? Care to try anything else, Judas Priest?" With the taunting words comes a firm hand pressed against Anderson's chest. The room is filled with shadows that blot out the hellish glow outside the broken windows. A pair of wine red eyes appear within the darkness, then the rest of Alucard's pale, angular face takes form. The hand meanders across the priest's chest for a moment before deftly flicking buttons from their holes down the front of Anderson's cassock.
What more can the priest do or say at this point? The shadows are as obdurate as steel shackles and just as cold. Fury and hunger flash in his eyes. He dips his head toward the vampire but Alucard only laughs and roughly forces Anderson's jaw up and to the side, baring the man's throat.