30 Lemons

Pairing/Fandom: AlucardxSeras/Hellsing
Theme: 29. The Conservatory, or, "Making Sweet Music"
Title: "Sing!"
Author/Artist: Me.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing. Wah. Even worse, I don't make money off of this fic.


Seras wandered through the upper story of the East Wing of the Hellsing Manor, semi-consciously following the enchanting music her vampiric hearing had picked up from the first floor. It was streaming out of a room she had never been in before. She pushed the heavy oak door open and peered inside.

Alucard was sitting at a grand piano, his back to her. She knew he must feel her presence by now, but he didn't acknowledge her so she tiptoed inside, closing the door noiselessly behind her.

He was playing a beautiful classical-sounding piece of music that she couldn't name, but that wasn't really surprising. She had grown up in a middle class family and then later an orphanage; she had attended public schools and listened to the same popular music that her peers did. She was pretty sure she knew what Ode to Joy was, but beyond that she was clueless.

It was a very slow song, strong and dark and dangerously quiet. She wasn't sure she could have picked a more appropriate song for her Master. Seras watched, utterly mesmerized, as his long fingers caressed the instrument, gliding up and down the keys. Irrational jealousy surged through her veins suddenly, despite her attempts to hide it. She wished she could feel his fingers on her sensitive skin, touching her the way he touched the piano...

The music stopped, and Alucard laughed softly, still facing away from her. "Is that so, Police Girl?"

Seras felt her cheeks warm a little. "Master, please don't read my mind!"

"I didn't. Or rather, I did, but I didn't have to. Your desires are calling out for me, screaming my name."

"R-really?" She stammered. "I didn't mean for them to. It was supposed to be a private thought." She shifted her weight on her feet, embarrassed. "What song was that?"

"Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. I'm surprised you don't recognize it."

"I'm afraid I haven't really listened to a lot of classical music." Seras admitted, moving behind him. She noticed he didn't have any paper music to read and wondered how he could play without it.

"What a shame." He murmured.

"How long have you known how to play? Who taught you? And why didn't you tell me? Can you teach me?" The words all tumbled out of her mouth at once, to her immediate chagrin.

"Eternity is a long time to spend alone and restless, Police Girl. Anyone can teach themselves music if they become bored enough." He gestured for her to sit on his lap. "Sit."

she did, if a bit slowly. "Why, Sir?"

Instead of answering her, he placed her fingers on the keys. "Give me control of your body."

"I don't know how to give you..." But even as she spoke, she felt him prodding her mind. She relaxed and felt him invade her mind. His presence felt like cool water running through her brain. She watched as her hands began to play the piano just as skillfully as her Master's had a moment before.

"The piano plays up to four different parts simultaneously." He said in a barely audible voice. Seras realized it must have been coming from within her mind. "You simply have to listen to all of the melodies and find the right notes."

Seras was sure there was a bit more to it than that, but she certainly hadn't studied music as long as her Master so she didn't mention it. "Will you teach me the song you were just playing, Sir?"

"Not yet." He stopped warming up and settled her fingers onto the keys. "I'm going to teach you a song better suited to your disposition."

He guided her hands into playing the most beautiful song she had ever heard. She closed her eyes to enjoy it, but Aucard gave her a mental nudge.

"Watch your hands." He directed her. "Learn the keys."

She did, as well as she could."What is this song, Master?"

"This is the main theme from Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake." He wrapped his arms around her waist, all the while controlling her fingers.

"I'm sorry, but how does that suit my disposition, Sir?"

"You died a virgin because of someone else's sins." His gloved hands were wandering ever lower, and she suddenly lost interest in the music. He withdrew himself from her mind and leaned into her neck to whisper in her ear. "Did you enjoy having me inside you, my Draculina?"

Seras's face warmed at the same time as another part of her body. She heard her Master's low, sinister laugh at the base of her neck, then felt his sharp teeth resting between her neck and left shoulder. He pinched her skin between his teeth, and she moaned involuntarily.

Alucard's hands finally reached their destination, massaging slowly and deeply. She found herself grinding against his fingers, exhaling with soft noises to express her enjoyment.

"Do you want me inside you again, my dear?" He asked. His voice was so quiet she wasn't sure if it had been whispered or thought to her.

"Yes, Master." She wondered if he had noticed how wet her panties were under her skirt.

Her Master rose, carrying her like she weighed no more than a little girl, and set her on top of the piano after laying his overcoat on it. She scooted back, and when she looked up again he had noiselessly landed next to her.

"Er, Master, will the piano hold us?"

"Of course." He topped her, nudging her to lie back.

"What if something gets in the piano?"

"You're lying on my coat." His teeth were sharper than usual, and his tie and vest had come undone, revealing his white neck and collarbones. "Are you ready?"

She nodded, leaning back and pulling him with her. She wrapped her legs around his and tilted her hips up to rub against him, which seemed to amuse him.

"Does it feel good, Police Girl?" He unfastened his pants, and she could feel him pushing against her entrance. She relaxed and pulled him into her with a soft sigh. "Do you enjoy having me on top of you like this?"

That dangerously smooth, quiet voice excited her more, and her body responded with a flood of lubricant. "Yes, Master," She breathed, reaching down to touch herself.

"You don't have to whisper. The walls here are thick." He bit her breast through her shirt, and she moaned loudly.

"Master!"

"Yes, that's it. Sing for me, Seras Victoria!" He bit down on her other nipple, and she cried out, a throaty expression of ecstasy.

It was quite refreshing not to worry about how loud she was being or if anyone would hear. Each noise of pleasure that escaped her lips made him wild with arousal, and the more aroused he became the louder he became, which in turn inspired her to be louder.

Their volume crescendoed until at last Seras screamed his name, her muscles jerking and tightening around him as relief flooded her. With a tremendous roar, he pushed into her one final time and stayed there. She caught her "breath" while he pulsed into her.

"That was most enjoyable, wouldn't you agree?" He straightened his clothing once he had finished. With a sly grin, he dematerialized out of the room. "We'll have to have another music lesson sometime soon."

Then he was gone. She slid off the piano, wondering what to do with his coat. However, when she turned to get it, she found that it must have disappeared with him.

"Master..." She sank onto the piano bench. Was there a more awful feeling than him leaving her like that? She sighed and tried to remember how the keys went to the song again.