Poison

Fandom: Hellsing

Rating: R

Paring: Alucard/Integra

Warning: Het

Summery/author\'s note: One shoot \"music video\" featuring Alucard and Integra (as well as some... sexual acts).

Song: Poison

Artist: Alice Cooper

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POISON

It starts with a low electric guitar sound that works its way to a climax where drums join in. Now the guitar and the drums are competing for domination of the intro, soon they join together to create something less chaotic.

The screen is black, slowly you see a fair haired woman with round wire rimmed glasses in a men\'s suit stand behind a large wooden desk, the room\'s decorated in victorian style, and the only thing that seem to be moving is the smoke that curls from the cigarillo in her mouth.

The camera zooms in on her, and without a warning it circles her as the drums explode. As the camera circles her and the desk she bends forward and braces herself at the tabletop while she yells bloody murderer at someone invisible at the other side.

When the guitar and the drums finally have found a compromise the drums stop and leaves the guitar to go softer, then the drums join in again, albeit softer than before.

The scene changes to a man with hair as dark as it is long, wearing a red suit, he is sitting casual on a wooden chair in what looks like a dungeon cell. His red hat and duster are hanging on the chair\'s back. In his left hand he is casually holding a wineglass with some red liquid, by the surroundings and the look of him you can easily tell that it is blood.

He swirls the liquid around, once, twice, at the bottom of his glass before he devotionally takes a sip of it.

Your cruel device

Your blood, like ice

One look could kill

My pain, your thrill

Once again the scene changes, the cold full moon and the dark blue sky fill the screen. A moment later the camera zooms out, now you see the moon from a window, and then you see the man from the dungeon lying naked on the white bed-sheets. He grins deviously, laying there on his stomach, resting on his elbows. Even though his stance seems simple his whole persona screams dangerous predator.

The camera zooms out once more and moves a bit to the left to reveal an equally naked woman. It\'s the woman from the first scene, but now she doesn\'t wear those glasses so you can see that her eyes are an uncommon cerulean colour. She looks up at the grinning man, looking very young in comparatione to him.

I want to love you but I better not touch (Don\'t touch)

I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop

I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)

I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison

You\'re poison running through my veins

You\'re poison, I don\'t want to break these chains

The scene fades and blurs out into another, their bodies are entangled, lips and hands are touching wet skin. Both their breathes are laboured, it\'s like you can hear it over the music.

Soon again the scene fades and blurs, this time you see only the woman\'s upper body as she moans and arcs back. The camera zooms out to reveal more of both the woman and the scene. The man is on top of her, slamming into her where they are now conjoined. His hands are on the bed at either side of her slim body, and as they fuck he leans down to suck at her well formed breast. She arcs back again, screaming, and as she comes his hands travel her small body to stop at her slender hips. He is using his grip on her hips as leverage as he furiously slams in and out of her until he too is spent.

Your mouth, so hot

Your web, I\'m caught

Your skin, so wet

Black lace on sweat

The scene fades out and leaves room for another. They are now half sitting half lying together on a couch in what appears to be a victorian styled sitting room, lazily kissing and caressing each other. He is fully clothed in his red suit, her dress jacket and tie are hanging from the back of the couch, and her shirt is open, revelling a black lace bra.

She tilts her head to the side, inviting him to kiss and lick her neck and the top of her breasts. Her hands move through his thick, black, long hair.

I hear you calling and it\'s needles and pins (And pins)

I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name

Don\'t want to touch you but you\'re under my skin (Deep in)

I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison

You\'re poison running through my veins

You\'re poison, I don\'t wanna break these chains

Poison

Yet again the scene changes, the man are sitting at a chair in a bedroom, his head turned back and rolling slightly from side to side. From the content took on his face you are sure it has to be pleasure his feeling.

Then the camera zooms out and moves a bit to the side. The woman is standing on her knees between his parted legs, her blond hair sprawled messily across her back, she is only wearing a pair of black lace thongs. Her head is moving up and down while shadow tentacles caress her body.

One look could kill

My pain, your thrill

Now the scene changes again, the woman is standing in her black lace underwear, thong and bra. She is also wearing a pair of black stilettos, and in her right hand there\'s a rolled up whip.

I want to love you but I better not touch (Don\'t touch)

I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop

I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)

I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison

You\'re poison running through my veins

You\'re poison, I don\'t wanna break these chains

Poison

As the music once again explodes into the chorus she cracks her whip and starts dancing, rolling her hips sensually to the music. She crouches down, putting her hands on her ankles, letting them run along the inside of her legs as she slowly stands up, her upper-body leaning forward to the camera.

As she retches her crotch she begins to straighten her body as her hands run up her torso. When she reaches the base of her breast she is standing fully upturned again, dropping the whip to the floor as she grabs her own breasts and pushes them together and upwards, dropping her head backwards and moans.

I want to love you but I better not touch (Don\'t touch)

I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop

I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)

I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison, yeah

He has been watching her dance for him, and as she massages her tits through the brassiere\'s material he walks up to her and takes her hands in his, moving them to be trapped behind her back. He bends down his head to nibble at her earlobe, then lick his way down her neck, chest, and cleavage, when his mouth is in level with one of her nipples he moves his left hand from behind her back and to the other breast as he attacks her nipple through the thin lace.

Her hands break free from their prison behind her back and moves to caress his hair and shoulder, and as they do this he sinks down to his knees and she follows to straddle his lap.

I don\'t want to break these chains

Poison, oh no

Runnin\' deep inside my veins,

Burnin\' deep inside my veins

It\'s poison

I don\'t wanna break these chains

Poison