Playing the Game

At the suggestion of two friends, I have written a Red Roses \"missing scene.\" This could take place just about any time during my fic, Red Roses for Your Lover. It was supposed to be a cheap excuse for PWP, but I ended up putting a bit of something like a plot into it anyway. Hellsing and all its characters belong to Kohta Hirano and whatever corporate entity has licensed the Hellsing portion of his soul. I make no money from my writing.

Warnings: Sadism, emotional torture, very disturbing behavior by Dark Walter
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Seras didn’t open her eyes when the door opened and the smell of blood entered with Walter. She could tell by the hot odor that it wasn’t something lifeless that had been taken from an urn in the commissary. He was wearing the recently pumping lifeblood of a human being on his skin.

He usually cleaned up before joining her after his hunts. If he was covered in blood, he had some other game in mind this morning.

Schrödinger left with a quick, and unwelcome, pat on her head. She hated having anyone touch her these days. It never meant something good.

She’d thought that she’d gotten off lucky that Doc hadn’t needed her tonight, but as Walter pulled the blanket off of her and hauled her up out of the bunk with a painful grip on her arm, Seras realized she’d been wrong.

What would it be this morning? She looked fearfully at Walter’s face and shivered at the cruel hunger she saw there. Not a gentler encounter, clearly. When he reached between her legs and pushed two fingers inside her without any preparation or concern for whether he was hurting her, she was certain.

Which was worse? The pain, or the certainty that she would do almost anything he wanted if she only got to lick the blood off of his skin? If she were human, she would have died by now. If she were human, the temptation of the blood wouldn’t be there at all. She thought that if she were human, she would have been able to resist a mere human hunger, but being a vampire meant that the hunger had a mind of its own, separate from hers.

Which is why she tried not to hate herself when she moaned and let herself go limp in Walter’s arms so that her face would fall against his blood-soaked waistcoat. She shivered with pleasure when her tongue lapped across the fabric, dragging what blood from the cloth as she could.

She hissed when his free hand, the one not currently violating her, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face away from his chest and forced her into a standing position again rather than dangle by her hair.

“I didn’t say you could have that blood,” Walter murmured with his mouth against the shell of her ear. The vibrations made her hackles raise and the skin on her back goosepimple. “Did I?”

Seras shook her head and looked at him mutely, beseechingly. If she’d thought it would do any good at all, she would have pleaded with Walter, Please, just let me lick the blood off of your clothes, off of your body, off of any part of you, just don’t make me endure this hunger. But that would just make him laugh and she couldn’t stand that idea.

At least not yet. But that undead, conscienceless hunger of hers was waiting for her to let down her guard and it would make her do anything Walter wanted for just a few drops of blood in return.

She didn’t fight when Walter pulled her head back with his grip on her hair and kissed her. It felt as though he was trying to retrieve every last trace of the blood she’d licked off of his waistcoat. He enjoyed these little games and this morning his goal was to get Seras to admit that she was wrong and apologize for trying to lick the blood off of him.

And mean it.

Then he was going to make her do it anyway. Better still, he was going to make her like it, whether she wanted to or not. Preferably or not.

Why torture the body only when torturing body and mind together was so much more interesting? It had worked for Walter, hadn’t it? He was much more comfortable with himself. If he wanted to, he could tell himself he was doing Seras, a favor, but really, he knew he was just doing this because he could and because he enjoyed it.

His shirt was black with white pinstripes, but he was so soaked in blood that the shirt appeared to be solid black. Walter had intentionally caused as much spray as possible in his victims; his hair was thick with the odor of drying blood and his skin was splattered. He might as well have been taking a bath in blood for as fully covered as he was.

He had enjoyed every moment and every death, not just for the murders, which he did enjoy, but for the anticipation of what he would do when he returned to his room on the zeppelin covered in something Seras wanted and needed so desperately. Sweet, indeed.

He sat down in the straight-backed wooden chair that was usually pushed against his desk. He settled Seras in his lap and cradled her in a manner that might have been tender in other circumstances. “Did you think about where that blood came from?”

Seras had been distracted by the smell coming off of him; she could feel the blood that had soaked his trousers on the skin on the backs of her legs and thighs. She could smell the blood and could hardly think for the way the hunger screamed at her to lean in and suck the fluid out of the cloth of his shirt. She looked up at him in surprise. What was his point?

“Are you such a slave to your base hungers that you didn’t think about the innocents whose blood you would be licking from my body?” Walter kept his tone mild, slightly chiding, but inside he was grinning to himself. “Have I made you into a monster so easily?”

He watched the horror spread over Seras’ face as the thought sank in.

“They were a family. A young mother, her husband who died to protect her and their sweet, cooing baby. I didn’t find out if it was a boy or a girl. They all look alike at that age, especially when they’re bleeding their life blood out in a spray that impedes my vision.” He shook his head at her and smiled when she squeezed her eyes closed rather than look at him.

“Did you taste the innocence?” He stroked the bare flesh of a breast and delighted in the shudder of revulsion his touch caused her. “You can smell it now, can’t you?” He pulled her face against his chest and smiled at the way she tried to push herself away from him even while her mouth opened and her tongue flicked out across the cloth of his shirt.

“If you’d asked me before trying to just take the blood, I would have warned you.” Maybe. “But you had to try to be sly and sneak a taste.” He leaned down and forced his mouth against hers, running his tongue along the inside of her mouth, tasting the faintest remnants of what she’d licked from his shirt.

“You should have more respect for me, my dear.” Walter lifted her chin with a finger and smiled, his red eyes almost twinkling. “Now, what do you say?”

What do you say? What did he want from her? Seras teetered at the brink of despair. She really was so desperate that she hadn’t given any thought at all to where the blood had come from. She should have known that Walter wouldn’t be wearing the blood of murderers or other vampires. She knew that he killed innocents every night for Millennium.

“I’m sorry. Oh God, I’m so sorry.” Seras murmured and began to sob. The sobs were quiet; she didn’t have the energy for wracking displays of emotion. That was a luxury for someone who hadn’t been kept drained just shy of unconsciousness or true death.

“There’s my good girl,” Walter said appreciatively and leaned down to kiss her again. She was still sobbing, but that didn’t disturb him. He took her soft crying as a spice to the dish he was preparing. The next ingredient was her complete helplessness before her hunger. He kissed her cheek and ran his tongue along the line of her jaw before abruptly sinking his teeth into her soft flesh. He’d done this many times before with Seras and every time it was utterly delicious to penetrate her and take the sweet fluid that moved through her veins. Her sobs changed tone, growing softer and turning into low moans as the unnatural pleasure a vampire bite brought suffused her.

His feeding was just tiny sips with a twofold purpose – to weaken Seras against her hunger still more and to make her feel pleasure when she was filled with guilt over the innocent blood she’d tasted on his clothes. He slid the hand not supporting her over her breasts until her moans reflected his actions and then slipped it down between her legs to caress her and slide between the soft lips to search out her clitoris and stroke it. He took so much blood that she was unable to even heal the small marks he’d left on her throat and he pressed his lips against the wounds until the blood at least clotted rather than continuing to seep from the holes.

Perfect.

Walter supported Seras into a less reclined position and pressed her face against his chest again. He kept a grip in her hair to prevent her from biting and easing her hunger too quickly. He heard her muffled moan when her tongue snaked out and licked the moisture out of the cloth. It must be terribly frustrating, he thought, to smell so much blood and be so hungry and only be able to take licking tastes of it.

Seras was barely able to think. She could still feel the residual horror, but the hunger was too demanding and she couldn’t really remember why she was feeling so horrified. Instead she concentrated on licking and sucking every drop of blood out of Walter’s waistcoat that she could. She had opened her mouth to sink her fangs into his skin through the cloth, but a sharp jerk on her hair had reminded her that Walter was watching and in control of this situation.

In some ways, it was easier to just let the hunger think for her. It had no conscience or qualms or morals. It was just the need for blood, and satisfying that need brought with it pleasure that at first blotted out the fact that she was sitting naked in another vampire’s lap sucking the blood of innocents out of his clothing. At first she couldn’t distinguish an outside pleasure from the one that came from tasting fresh blood, but it started to penetrate her clouded mind that she was slowly writhing against Walter’s fingers while they rubbed over her clitoris and dipped down inside her to curl and stroke.

Walter watched Seras abandon herself to the need he’d forced on her. After the first time she’d tried to bite, she’d limited herself to sweeping her long tongue over the cloth covering his chest and sucking the cloth into her mouth to get every drop she could. That was all well and good for the moment, but he did expect more out of this. He smiled as she recovered enough strength to begin to move her hips while he stimulated her. He wondered how far he could take her before her rational mind made itself known to her again. The question was part of the fun.

He rose from the chair with Seras still in his arms and deposited her in the bed cubby. He was gratified when she didn’t want to let go of him, even though he knew it was just because she wanted the blood she hadn’t gotten out of his shirt and waistcoat yet. He removed his shoes and socks, pulled the tie out of his hair, and stripped the sodden clothes from his upper body. His chest and arms were pinkish with a fine sheen of blood and he climbed into the cubby with Seras and pulled her close, sighing with pleasure as she began to thoroughly clean the residue off of his skin.

He was going to have to do this again, he thought with a lazy smile curling his lips. He kept his eyes open to ensure that she didn’t bite him. Seras had a tendency to do that when he let his guard down, and as much as he enjoyed the bliss of her bite, he wanted to keep control of this situation. He rolled over onto his back and pulled her on top to continue cleaning him. He had to help her move, as she was still too weak to do it herself, and that was just fine with him.

He was already almost painfully hard from the anticipation and the stimulation, and having Seras’ weight on top of him made him shift his hips to rub against her. He let her finish licking the blood off of his upper body before pushing her down to have access to his still-bloodied trousers. He tangled his hand in her hair just in case she got any ideas and watched her with eyelids that felt progressively heavier as she began the process of licking and sucking the blood out of the fabric of his trousers. He used his grip on her hair to keep her in place when her mouth passed over his erection and he hissed through his teeth when her lips and tongue caressed him through the cloth.

Enough. Walter pushed her off of him onto her side and quickly slid his pants off. He mounted Seras and thrust into her with a low growl, heedless of her pleasure until he’d taken the first edge off of his own need. She was mostly silent until his hair fell against her face. Oh yes, he’d mostly forgotten that even his hair had gotten soaked. Her face turned and she pulled a strand into her mouth and sucked at it while Walter moved against her.

He rose up a little and slid his hand between their bodies to find her clitoris and rub it in time to his slow strokes into her. Slowly, Seras began to react to his ministrations and her hips made small movements against his. When she groaned, a quiet noise that sounded like she was in pain, Walter knew that she was close to climaxing whether she wanted to or not. He pulled his hand away and used a sharp nail to open a shallow cut just below his collarbone.

Walter grinned when Seras’s eyes snapped open and fixated on the tiny trickle of blood. “Yes, that’s for you for being such a good girl.” He supported her head to bring it up to the cut and continued to slowly thrust and withdraw, jerking slightly when her lips closed over the cut and her tongue began to tease the blood from the wound. Her moans came more quickly and her hips moved more in time with his thrusts as a bit of strength was returned to her with his blood. He waited until he could feel the muscular contractions that preceded her orgasm. When he was certain that she had reached the point of no return and she was actually pulling his hips against her to thrust into her harder, he leaned down and murmured into her ear, “Is my blood as delicious as the baby’s blood you licked off my body?”

Her cries of pleasure turned to tears of horror and remorse even while her body betrayed her morals and shuddered into a strong orgasm. Walter drank her pain and thrust into her with increasing force until he too was crying out, but his cries were unmitigated passion and fulfillment, unlike Seras’ tears of regret at her body’s traitorous actions.

Seras pushed ineffectually at him to get off of her and eventually he complied, rolling onto his side to watch her cry and congratulate himself on a game well played.