Midian Evolution

A.N. I am going out of town for a few days and don't know if I can get an internet connection on my stupid ^$&%*&(#!!! laptop. Therefore, I am posting twice today. My apologies for the anticipated absence.

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Four hours later, I parted company with Integra. Loaded down with bags, I made my way to the lower level and to my room. To my combined pleasure and irritation, Alucard lay on my bed. I thought he’d be asleep by now. I certainly felt like sleeping. The afternoon sun was weak enough for me to wander about, but that didn’t mean I liked it.

“You took long enough,” he announced, sitting up and making a grab for my purchases. “I’m very curious as to what you and Integra decided to buy.”

I gave him his expensive wine, momentarily distracting him from my other bags. “You’re nosy,” I said. I opened my underwear drawer and started putting things away.

I felt him looking. I had his complete attention.

“It isn’t my birthday,” he said.

I stifled a giggle. I loved his playful side. When he wanted, he could be the most approachable, most fun-loving man.

“Did you and Integra go into the same store?” he asked, standing up. In moments I had him hanging over me, red eyes taking in all the silk, lace and satin.

“Yes.”

He grinned. “Poor Walter.”

I couldn’t stop the next giggle at all. I’d never tell master about Walter’s teasing of Integra.

Alucard grabbed a pair of black, back-seam stockings before I could put them away. “Be careful!” I admonished. “These things are delicate. I have to hand wash them, even.”

He eyed me. “That’s assuming they last that long,” he told me.

I eyed him right back, feeling myself redden. “I’m not ruining these on your rough clothes.”

“You will if I say you will,” he replied, and though I knew he teased, I also knew he meant every word.

I shivered. “Can’t you go back to wearing your old outfit?”

“It bores me.”

“But, it looks good on you!”

“It bores me,” he repeated. “Give me some incentive to wear it.” His eyes seemed to glow as he watched me put away a flimsy nightgown. “Put that on.”

“I need to shower.”

“Make it quick,” he countered. “I’m ready to sleep, and I want you with me.”

He just loomed over me. I grabbed the last bag. “Integra suggested I get you something,” I said. “You wear this for me and I’ll wear the nightgown for you.”

Eyes suspicious, he dug into the bag and pulled out the black silk trousers and matching robe. “You like this?” he asked, sounding dubious. His frown told me plainly he thought the clothing ridiculous.

I nodded quickly. I couldn’t wait to see him in black silk.

“Fine. You have five minutes before I come get you.” He put his hands on his pants laces.

I sprinted into the bathroom, grinning at my victory. Showering in record time, I put on the gown without even drying off. It did cover all my naughty bits, but it exposed nearly all of my legs.

I felt nervous. Alucard could do nothing I wasn’t ready for, but this outfit seemed unwise anyway.

I exited the bathroom with thirty seconds to spare. Alucard leaned against our adjoining door. He looked amazing. I stopped dead just to get my eyes full. His luminous, pale skin glowed in contrast with the black silk. His hair harmonized with his clothing perfectly. I looked into those flame colored eyes, seeing heat to match.

“Lovely,” he said. “Perhaps it is my birthday.”

Master’s attention had a way of making me feel naked. The gown didn’t help.

This time, when we arranged ourselves in his coffin, he immediately began touching any and all bare flesh in a gentle, relentless assault. In seconds I could barely lay still. He seemed to have more than two hands. I felt one on my neck and shoulder, stroking a path of fire, and one journeying over first one leg, then the other. But, something very soft spread out over my stomach, coming from underneath the short hem of my nightdress.

That soft something ticked the sensitive skin underneath a breast.

My God. His hair. Master felt me up with his hair.

Two could play that game.

Carefully keeping my mind from him, I focused on my own hair. It was hard. Master’s nearly insurmountable distraction and my lack of knowledge for this ability all served to jumble my focus. Too, one never feels one’s hair. One senses it on their neck or face; they don’t have actual feeling in the strands themselves.

Thinking that might be the key, I concentrated on where I felt my hair against my skin. This, too, was hard. Master’s own hair kept moving against me, stirring pleasure in areas I didn’t know as erogenous. Across my ribs, under my arms, winding around my wrists and ankles like silken bonds.

“You move too much,” he whispered, voice dark and low. My wrists and ankles froze in place.

“You’re making me move,” I hissed, battling the soft clamps uselessly.

“I love it when you struggle, when you fight me.” He rose up over me, using his hair to wrench my legs apart. “You know you’re outmatched, yet you keep resisting. It makes my blood sizzle.”

My vampiric vision tunneled, narrowed upon him as he settled between my legs. I saw the flare of my eyes reflecting in his. The she-beast living in my chest, stirred, excited by the idea of a fight. She liked wild mating, enjoyed making a mate prove himself with blood and fang. Gone were my happy thoughts of being dominated.


He drew a sharp breath, perhaps seeing the animal within, awaken.


She told me how to control my hair. I grew it, wrapping it around his waist. A growl worked its way up from my throat. “I’ll show you outmatched, you cocky bastard.”

I threw him from the coffin. Alucard, his dark tendrils snagging me, dragged me with him. We rolled across the floor, knocking furniture left and right. I heard wood splintering, something smash and the breaking of glass. Seconds later, we tumbled into the shards, grinding them into ourselves as we wrestled.

I clawed at him, raking great furrows across his chest and neck, shredding his robe. He forced me to my back, straddled me and held my arms to the cold stone. Eyes aflame with manic pleasure, he bent and captured my mouth. I bit him, drinking the blood that leaked from his possessive lips.

Alucard shoved, banging our pelvises together. Spurred by that intense burst of pain and pleasure, I wrapped my legs around his slender waist and twisted. He dropped, and I took the top position. Grappling, we careened off the edge of his cold fireplace. Dust and mortar rained down upon us.

I panted now, enflamed and moved to utterly subdue him. The slim chance of success mattered not at all. I longed to bite, really bite him, bite him so deeply he couldn’t heal it immediately. I wanted to see my mark on him for weeks. I wanted to see the evidence of my ascendancy every time I set eyes on him.

His delighted laughter set me on fire. He loved this. No matter how I curled, arched or clung, I couldn’t stay on top of his tricky body. We rolled over the remains of something, shoving splinters into both of us. I kicked him in the abs, throwing him against the wall. He went through it, landing in the storage room just beside.

Before I could blink, he had me. His momentum carried us through the opposite wall in an explosion of stone and support beams. The moment my back hit the floor, I brought my legs up and threw him again. This time he crashed through the ceiling of my bedroom.

It took me exactly two seconds to get to my feet. It only took one more to find myself imprisoned in his arms. Snarling and screaming like a cat, I clawed at any part of him I could reach. He forced my arms down, pinning them behind me, and pushed me face-first into my mattress.

The blood frenzy released me, leaving me tired but pleasantly so. I ached and stung in dozens of places.

Exhausted, I just lay there, panting. The weight of him made it hard to breathe. Then, I remembered I didn’t have to breathe and felt like kicking myself.

Happy now, master? I asked.

Pleased to the point of orgasm, he chuckled in my head.

“Alucard! Seras!” Sir Integra’s outraged voice called to us from above.

Master let me loose. We looked up through the hole in the ceiling, spying Walter and Integra staring down at us.

“Yes, master?” Alucard asked, grinning like a lunatic.

“Not inside this house!” she shouted. “Go outside for such animalistic displays!”

She always ruins our fun, he complained to me, and despite still having a lingering resentment towards him, I gasped out a little laugh.

Integra threw her cigar at him, or rather, just drew back and winged it as hard as she could. It bounced off his scraped and bleeding chest, landing ember-down in the dirty champagne glass on my table. “You’ll clean this mess up and repair the damage, or I won’t feed you!”

Integra’s head disappeared. Walter’s lingered but a moment more. He smiled at us before following Integra’s unknown path.

“Her problem is, she has no sense of humor.” Alucard brushed ashes from his skin. With a motion of his hand, the wall between our rooms repaired. In a few seconds he’d fixed the ceiling, too.

Ignoring a few little aches, I turned my covers back and climbed into bed. “Sweet dreams,” I growled. I had no intention of sharing the coffin with him for the rest of the day. He would be lucky if I got in it tomorrow, too.

“And, you don’t have a sense of humor, either,” he complained, releasing a sigh.

I rolled over, gave him my back and ignored him. A few minutes later I heard the lid of his coffin close.

I fell asleep, feeling both vindicated and sulky.