30 Lemons

Pairing/Fandom: AlucardxSeras/Hellsing
Theme: 24. Doctor's In, or, "My, What a Big Thermometer You Have There!"
Title: "Better lick it so it doesn't get infected" (yes, I know, it's a SxI reference)
Author/Artist: me! SystemAurora
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing. I do not make money off of this. And I'm not sure how IC it is for Alucard to tickle Seras's feet, but I'm writing this to keep my head from exploding due to college/work stress.

Also, this has not been beta'ed yet, so if you catch anything let me know....

"Hold still, Police Girl." Alucard gave her a stern look over his sunglasses.

"I'm sorry, Sir, but I can't help it!" Seras's body jerked again as he pulled on the shrapnel that had pierced her foot during the explosion. "Bloody hell..."

He could hear the frustration plainly in her voice. Perhaps her movement wasn't intentional, after all. "If you aren't still, this piece of metal will shred your foot into more pieces than I can repair. And since you still refuse to drink blood, it will look like that for all eternity."

Her foot trembled in his hand. "I'll try harder, Master." Seras's body went rigid. Aluard tugged on the spike once more, and immediately his protege flinched and moved her foot. Of course, it wasn't entirely her fault; vampires had heightened senses, and that encompassed pain as well as hearing, sight, and smell.

"This is pointless." He extended several shadow hands to assist him. "If you can't lie still on your own then I'll make you."

His ether arms wrapped themselves around Seras's arms, legs, and waist, keeping her pinned snugly against the mattress. Using several more to hold her right leg perfectly still, he gave a quick yank on the scrap metal. It gave, though not without eliciting a strangled shriek of pain from his fledgling.

"Quiet." He tossed the offending object into the corner. "It's over now."

"I think... getting shot... was less painful, Master..." Seras muttered, blinking her watering eyes. "Are you going to let me go any time soon?"

"Not yet." He released one of the arms around her right leg to wipe her eyes for her. "I have to heal you first."

"Heal me?"

Without answering, he licked the sole of her foot with his long tongue. Walter had thoroughly cleaned Seras off before letting Alucard remove the shrapnel, so the only thing he tasted was blood. A shame, too. Since vampires couldn't sweat, getting a little dirt on their skin made them taste more real.

Seras tried to squirm as his tongue probed the gaping hole in her foot. "It won't hurt in a moment. Lie still."

She did, mostly, and he went back to licking the wound. He infused his saliva with dark healing energy and watched in satisfaction as the hole healed almost instantly, leaving almost no scar.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." She sounded surprised.

"You doubted me?"

"Sorry, Sir."

"You should know better than that." He continued licking the area where the wound had been, noticing that it was inspiring an interesting reaction in her now that the pain was gone.

"Master?" Her cheeks were practically flushed-- indeed, if she hadn't been dead he was sure her face would have been quite pink. "What are you doing?"

"A mentor should use a combination of reward and punishment to train his followers." He scraped a lower canine over her instep and watched her fight to maintain her composure. "I'm rewarding you, Police Girl."

"R-rewarding me, Sir?"

He experimented with her toes, and was disappointed to find it wasn't quite as strong as with the soles of her feet. "Is my draculina... ticklish?"

"I never was befo-- Master!" He brushed his fingers over her foot, and she gave a sudden sound that was a cross between a yelp and a laugh. "Alright, I'm ticklish! Please, Master!"

"Please what?" He used a shadow arm to grab her other foot and proceeded to tickle it as well. It was quite fun to see her squirming and laughing uncontrollably like this. Sort of like torture, except with less blood and promising to confess. She writhed as much as she could with him restraining her like he was.

"Please... Master..." She was laughing so hard tears were streaming from her eyes. "Please... stop!"

He did, but promptly went back to using his tongue to paint long invisible lines over the bottoms of her feet. "Your nerves are a thousand-fold more sensitive now that you're dead. You feel both pain and light touch more intensely than before."

"M-Master..." Seras's legs quivered.

"Yes?" He tortured her a bit longer, waiting expectantly for her to beg him to stop.

"More! Please..."

He threw his head back and laughed. "I think my Police Girl is enjoying this. Is that right?"

"Yes, Sir." She breathed. Alucard went back to playing with her feet, but this time he unleashed another shadow hand and sent it running its fingers up her calf, then her inner thigh, until it reached the end of her leg.

He could smell her arousal now, so strong and warm that it took all his effort not to stop what he was doing and pounce on her before she knew what was going on. Instead, he kept on with what he was doing, the "hand" between her legs slowly increasing in speed in its movements: a slight but powerful up and down motion.

Alucard persisted until she whimpered and shuddered violently against his shadows. He grinned broadly as she relaxed into his numerous arms, looking drowsy and content.

He released her from his grip, and she sat up onto her elbows, sticking out her lower lip in a pout. "Master?"

"You didn't really think you were getting off that easy, did you, Police Girl?" He knocked her onto her back, pinning her by the shoulders with his physical hands and pushing apart her willing legs with his.

"I should know better, Sir." Seras wrapped her legs around his waist. With her limited range of motion, she fumbled with his belt.

Alucard nipped at her neck, not quite enough to draw blood. Her neck radiated pheremones, especially now that she had climaxed and was becoming aroused again. "I'll make sure you don't forget again."

She moaned. "Yes, please, Master. I'd like that very much."

His demonic smile widened. "Of course you would."