Exigencies

Mine.

That word had a new resonance for Walter. He heard it from Alucard’s lips and it echoed through his head in a woman’s voice.

Mine! and Alucard drove into him bringing only the barest flash of pain before it was gone. But where there should be pleasure, Walter had only turmoil.

Alucard possessed his body in the physical sense. Walter was aware of the hard thrusts and the other vampire’s body against his. He even knew he was still hard, but the other who possessed him from the other side was not interested in that. In fact, he could feel her disgust now that he realized she was there.

He wanted to fight her away, push her out, but he remembered Alucard’s words, “By all means, stay.” Alucard meant to punish the vampire and make her regret invading their bed in this manner.

From her side, the intruder wanted Walter to fight. She wanted him to turn on Alucard and draw his blood. She wanted him to free himself.

Fear welled in him, cold and unfamiliar. He was trapped. This monster was on top of him, holding him down, thrusting into him, taking from him. He had to be free.

Alucard’s voice cut through the terror. “Think, Angel.”

Think. Think? How could he think? He was being violated, brutalized, raped by this creature that had pursued him and stolen his innocence and kept him in its thrall for years.

“No!” The word burst from his lips as a protest against the liar in his head, not against his lover.

She didn’t know him. She had chosen the entirely wrong tactic. Walter respected Alucard, but he didn’t fear him. And Alucard had not pursued him. It was Walter who had made the first move - the first touch, the first kiss. It was Walter who had come to Alucard’s chamber and, once the door was closed, had undressed for the vampire and told him in no uncertain terms that they both had better options than being alone.

She’d made an assumption that, while a good guess for most cases and most people, did not and could not apply to the Angel of Death.

And under her attempts at manipulation, the trap: if he freed himself of Alucard, he still was not free of her.

He wanted to be his own, dammit! Not Alucard’s. Not Larcena’s.

Larcena? That was her name. Walter knew it with an absolute surety and it was enough to make him smile despite his face shoved roughly into the mattress, despite the invader in his head, and despite the indignity of the whole situation. He had ner name.

Oh, Larcena, this is a two-way street.

And now he could feel her and a flash of true fear that was hers, not his.

Alucard chose that moment to shift against him and thrust harder, wrapping a hand around Walter’s flagging erection to stroke and growling in his ear. “Don’t let her leave, Angel. We’ll teach her what the price is for her trespass.”

Had he done enough impossible things before breakfast yet? Probably. But what were one or two more?

Walter ignored the inappropriate whimsy he knew was from stress and turned his attention inward. Alucard certainly wasn’t making that easy. His first sex as a vampire and all he wanted was to drop his head and focus on the rocking and sliding, the rough strokes of the hand wrapped around his cock, the teeth that might break his skin at any moment, and let Alucard pound against him until there was nothing in the world but their bodies.

Instead, he had to focus on the bitch who had killed him and then thought to just waltz on into his mind and turn him against his lover.

No, Walter, I don’t want to turn you away from him. I want you to turn to me. Her words strained to be warm and loving, but even a neophyte like Walter could sense her revulsion under them.

You don’t like this, do you? He could do this. Alucard would occasionally communicate telepathically. It wasn’t that new to him, and he could feel her, not just her presence in his mind, but a bond that he wanted severed as soon as possible.

For a moment his lips curved up in a vicious smile at the thought of how that bond could be severed, then a hard stroke over his prostate wrenched a groan and protest from him.

He had to raise his face from the mattress to growl, “Dammit, Alucard, how am I supposed to keep her here if you keep doing that?”

He could hear the other vampire’s grin. “Trial by fire, Angel. Stop whining and concentrate.”

Larcena tried to take advantage of the distraction to withdraw. Walter sensed her presence as though she were jiggling a stuck doorknob in his head on her way out.

“Don’t let her go,” Alucard ordered again, then plunged his teeth into the meat of Walter’s shoulder.

“God dammit!” Walter cried out in frustration and pleasure and anger.

He turned his anger on the invader, lashing it at her. My master told you to stay!

He could still feel Alucard’s teeth in his flesh. He would have sworn that he could feel his blood even after it left him, caressed by the other vampire’s tongue before eternally hungry tissue sucked it away to spread through his lover’s body.

But he could feel Larcena, too. She was hiding herself better now, keeping her secrets to herself now that she realized Walter wasn’t deaf to her.

But she was there and he could make her pay for her choice. He knew one thing she didn’t like, and that was the visceral reality of the two vampires fucking.

He didn’t know if she hated sex, or his pleasure, or feeling what it was to have sex as a man, or the “unnatural” nature of two men sating themselves with each other, but he knew that she hated it, and that made it a weapon.

All he had to do was focus on how good the feel of Alucard in him was while still holding enough focus to keep her from escaping.

Was that all? Easy as pie for a newly-created vampire, right?

And for my next trick, I’ll juggle porcupines.

“Concentrate,” Alucard purred in his ear, and Walter was ready to swear that the other vampire was listening in on his scattered thoughts.

Concentrate. Concentrate. Right. Concentrate. It was like the dance he had to conduct every time he fought - enemies there, Hellsing troops there, ten wires each flashing their own paths of death and destruction, and himself at the center of the whirling steps.

Dance then. A partner who led, heat of lust in his groin, in his balls, friction heat from each stroke of Alucard’s hand over his cock, slow honeyed heat spreading farther through his midsection with every hard thrust into his body.

Another dance partner who had to be led.

Now he had an image for this contest, it was easier. He felt his unwilling dancer trying to leave the dance hall and used his mental construct to stop her.

No, no door there for her exit, just a wall. Come to the floor and I’ll show you the steps.

She thought to take the Angel of Death? Walter meant to make her rue that mistake until her – imminent – dying day.

This is my mind, Larcena. Not yours.

There on the dance floor - three dancers and a cruel tango.

She wanted to leave. Walter and Alucard wanted her to stay. In his mind he sensed another presence now, and Walter realized that Alucard had been there all along, using his bond to the fledgling vampire just as Larcena had.

Later he would chide himself for missing him. There was no excuse when he had even thought to himself that Alucard was reading his thoughts. Did he think his mind had a maximum holding capacity?

Actually, he had, but that could also be dismissed.

Instead, the three dancers.

Walter came at Larcena from one side, and this was his imagining, so music played, appropriate to the moment, high violin, demanding counterpoint of bass and cello, a steady beat that he realized matched the continued thrust of Alucard into his body.

Alucard approached the woman from the other side, flanking her.

Larcena was indistinct, but as Walter’s construct grew stronger, she became clearer as the woman from the in between place. She was no beauty, but there was a hard strength to her face that Walter did not want to underestimate.

She looked from Walter to Alucard and backed away from the elder vampire, apparently thinking to take her chances with the fledgling.

Walter caught her arms from behind and clamped his fingers cruelly into her flesh, holding her while Alucard glided toward them, closing the distance with a familiar predatory smile on his face.

Larcena shrank back against Walter as Alucard drew a hand down her torso, gliding clawed fingertips over her breast to leave rents in the grey gown she wore, revealing the ashen-brown skin beneath.

“You took what was mine,” the vampire growled at her and the playful light in his eyes was that of a cat who had just found a lively mouse in its grasp.

“You marked him.” Walter tightened his hold as she struggled against the claws that now dug in over her ribs, leaving rents in skin as well as cloth.

“And you thought to have him turn on me while we were together.” Alucard’s last words were thick with anger, playfulness gone, and his hand slid lower, cupping her mons through her dress and digging claws into her groin.

Larcena screamed then and the rage and revulsion in her shriek drowned out the music and made Walter wince in pain. For a moment, the vision of the dance hall wavered before he regained his focus.

She twisted in his grip and Walter suddenly found himself trying to hold to a flood of scorpions that fell through his fingers and scattered across the dance floor.

Alucard growled and torrents of centipedes ran out of the legs of his trousers, chasing the scorpions.

And for the host of this many-legged war? Pain. Crawling, biting, gnawing at his nerves and his sanity and his will. He had been a vampire less than half a day; he was ill-equipped to have a battle between two powerful vampires take place with his mind as the battlefield.

This time it was Walter who screamed and thrust away both Larcena and Alucard, shoving them out of his mind in an instinctive act of self-defense.

On the bed, his body thrashed until Alucard’s shadows wrapped and restrained him. He wasn’t thinking, just feeling the biting, stinging pain until Alucard drew his own mind over Walter’s in a balm of sleep.

Anyone fool enough to enter Alucard’s chamber at that moment would have seen the vampire’s face contorted in a rictus of rage while he cradled his lover in his arms.

“I saw you, Larcena,” he snarled. “And I’m coming to get you.”

Just as soon as he could allow Walter to wake again.