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Hellsing › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,902
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Read this as AU. Certain matters involving how vampires become vampires are loosely interpreted semi-fanon done only to give me an easier way to write smut involving someone who otherwise doesn\'t have his own body.
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 in this or future chapters.
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A silent figure clad in black sat on a bench in a secluded corner of one of Hellsing’s formal gardens. It was quiet here, and Walter found that solitude was a hard-won commodity these days with all of the construction going on around Hellsing lately. There were construction crews both day and night – one of the side effects of having so many British citizens turned into vampires because of Millennium’s attacks.
Walter watched a trio of vampires patching a hole in the manor’s roof. They moved easily and gracefully across the steep slope. Humans were going to be getting a run for their money from Britain’s new vampiric citizens. They were the cream of the crop, after all. The war had exposed the fallacy of the belief that virgins were the only humans who could become vampires. Walter was vampiric proof that it wasn’t virginity that was the requirement, but will.
Every vampire left surviving after Alucard had finished his search and destroy mission after the Battle of London was a British citizen possessed of extraordinary will. They came from all walks of life with only their strength of personality in common. Which meant that the three builders on the roof that Walter was watching were superior to the average British citizen in every way. No wonder vampires were arrogant.
After all, Walter remembered when he’d had to choose. He’d been nearly dead from blood loss and could feel the change coursing through his body from the bite the Captain had given him when they were on the zeppelin. He could have let go then, he knew that. Without his soul, his body would have been nothing but a ghoul, but Walter couldn’t let go, wouldn’t let go. He had promised Integral that he would come back to her and he couldn’t do it if he gave up and let his soul go wherever it was that pulled at him.
Those three vampires he watched had endured the same test of strength. And so had the two Walter now heard approaching him. He was mildly annoyed at Seras and Pip for interrupting his reverie, but listening to their conversation, Walter decided that perhaps he wasn’t as annoyed as he’d thought.
“Why do you keep doing this?”
“Doing what, chère?”
“You know what! You can’t keep harassing me for… for that!”
Walter perked up slightly and tried to keep the smirk off of his face. It was an argument about sex again. He sometimes wondered if it was a game the two of them played, because it was common knowledge around the organization that the two vampires shared a single coffin. Of course, he’d never asked around to see if anyone else had been privy to the two of them arguing. Walter had a knack for being unobserved without actually hiding that came from his years as Hellsing’s butler; perhaps it was simply that sometimes the pair didn’t notice him in time to stop their arguments.
Like now. He listened to the two of them progress in their disagreement as they neared his position. It sounded as though they stopped at the bench that mirrored the position of his on the other side of the hedge.
“You can’t ask that sort of thing. It’s just too much.”
“But chère, there’s a reason the French are the origin of the term ‘ménage a trois.’”
“Stop calling me chère. I’m not doing it.”
Walter raised an eyebrow but stayed silent and motionless, willing himself to virtual invisibility with that special butler’s magic that had nothing to do with being a vampire.
“He’d never say yes anyway.”
“I wouldn’t bet on that. He knows a few things about the world. He’s not as young as he looks, after all.”
“It’s crazy. Just because I… you know… with you, doesn’t mean I’m going to do it with another man. Especially not at the same time!”
Who were they talking about? One of the surviving Wild Geese? It seemed unlikely, but not impossible. Sir Islands’ son had been around often recently, and he’d paid Seras a lot of attention. He was a handsome young man, the spitting image of his father when he was in his twenties. He wouldn’t be a terrible choice, but Walter had no idea about the man’s sexual proclivities.
Could they be talking about Alucard? Surely not. Integral took up most of Alucard’s attention, the rest he usually saved for bloodier pastimes or sitting in the dark alone except for the thousands of souls that kept him company every minute of every day. Walter took him as a cautionary tale to fledgling vampires about the price to be paid for that brief high that came from draining a human into death. .
Who then?
Walter’s mind grazed over one more candidate and he nearly snorted out loud, ruining the suspense by alerting Pip and Seras to his presence. They definitely weren’t talking about him.
“But you’ve told me how you respect him.”
“Yes, I respect him. I don’t want to have sex with every man I respect.”
“You’ve said he’s… how did you put it? ‘So hot I need to change my pants.’”
“I never said that.”
“Okay, okay, you never said that, but what you did say about him was close enough.”
“Yes, he’s sexy. Are you happy? I said it.”
Walter gave up trying not to and smirked while he continued to run through a mental roster of men one could find at Hellsing. Maybe one of the builders? No. Seras respected the man. Probably not a builder. That probably ruled out most of the Geese. Jeffrey Islands was a nice piece of fluff, but he didn’t seem to be the type that would earn Seras’ respect. Walter found himself back at Alucard.
Alucard probably wouldn’t say no if they asked. Despite his clear interest in Integral, Dracula had not been adept at monogamy. It didn’t seem right if Seras didn’t want to do it, though.
“Well, what about you? Why are you so eager to have the three of us together in one bed?”
Now that was a good question. Walter had always thought of Pip as unambiguously heterosexual. Although he supposed there were threesome configurations that didn’t require the men to have any interaction. That seemed to be missing the point in Walter’s estimation.
“Because it would make all three of us happy, I think. Because you want him, I want him, and I think he’d want us if we offered.”
“You want him?”
“Yes, I want him. Okay? One on one, guys don’t really do anything for me, but with the three of us together, anything is possible. What do you say?”
Walter waited for Seras’ answer with no less interest than Pip. He thought he’d have to have a “talk” with the former mercenary if he tried to finagle Seras into something she didn’t want to do. Her next comment was so quiet he had to strain even his vampiric hearing to catch it.
“I should never have told you about that fantasy.”
“Why not? It’s a good fantasy. One we could make real without too much trouble.”
“I’m scared.”
“Why? What do you have to be scared of from me or from him?”
“What if it’s not as good as my fantasy? It’s a good fantasy; I don’t want to ruin it.”
Walter wasn’t startled by Pip’s laughter; he’d had to restrain his own. If it was Alucard Seras wanted as their third, Walter could understand why Pip was laughing. Alucard could never be anything but as good as, or better than, her fantasies. That vampire was arrogant, but with good reason as Walter had had the pleasure of knowing when he had been a young man.
While he waited for Pip’s laughter to die down, Walter vaguely wondered if bisexuality was so rampant among vampires because gender had absolutely nothing to do with vampiric reproduction. There could be no argument of how unnatural a particular pairing (or trio) was, because everything about being a vampire was unnatural.
It was as good an explanation as any, he thought.
“Chère, he won’t disappoint. And you won’t disappoint him, if that’s your next worry.”
“You’re right, I guess. One look at his hands and you just know he knows how to use them.”
“I’m right? So…”
“So… Yes, I’ll do it. You’re right. It’ll be fun. If he agrees to join us.”
“How could he turn you down?”
“It’s not me I’m worried he’ll turn down, it’s you.”
Walter didn’t think that Pip had much need to fear Alucard turning him down. The young man was quite attractive. Walter had even found himself wondering what he looked like with all of that hair unbraided and falling around him.
“Then we’re agreed? Chère? Are you sure? I know I want this, but if you’re going to be unhappy…”
“No. It was my fantasy to begin with, right? I’m going to consider myself lucky that I have someone like you who’s willing to help me experience it for real.”
“Do you want to ask him, or should I?”
“No, it’s okay, Pip. Let me ask him. I think Walter might take it better from me.”
On the other side of the hedge from Walter, who was trying to get his dropped jaw to close, Seras and Pip held each other and tried desperately not to laugh out loud.
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 in this or future chapters.
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A silent figure clad in black sat on a bench in a secluded corner of one of Hellsing’s formal gardens. It was quiet here, and Walter found that solitude was a hard-won commodity these days with all of the construction going on around Hellsing lately. There were construction crews both day and night – one of the side effects of having so many British citizens turned into vampires because of Millennium’s attacks.
Walter watched a trio of vampires patching a hole in the manor’s roof. They moved easily and gracefully across the steep slope. Humans were going to be getting a run for their money from Britain’s new vampiric citizens. They were the cream of the crop, after all. The war had exposed the fallacy of the belief that virgins were the only humans who could become vampires. Walter was vampiric proof that it wasn’t virginity that was the requirement, but will.
Every vampire left surviving after Alucard had finished his search and destroy mission after the Battle of London was a British citizen possessed of extraordinary will. They came from all walks of life with only their strength of personality in common. Which meant that the three builders on the roof that Walter was watching were superior to the average British citizen in every way. No wonder vampires were arrogant.
After all, Walter remembered when he’d had to choose. He’d been nearly dead from blood loss and could feel the change coursing through his body from the bite the Captain had given him when they were on the zeppelin. He could have let go then, he knew that. Without his soul, his body would have been nothing but a ghoul, but Walter couldn’t let go, wouldn’t let go. He had promised Integral that he would come back to her and he couldn’t do it if he gave up and let his soul go wherever it was that pulled at him.
Those three vampires he watched had endured the same test of strength. And so had the two Walter now heard approaching him. He was mildly annoyed at Seras and Pip for interrupting his reverie, but listening to their conversation, Walter decided that perhaps he wasn’t as annoyed as he’d thought.
“Why do you keep doing this?”
“Doing what, chère?”
“You know what! You can’t keep harassing me for… for that!”
Walter perked up slightly and tried to keep the smirk off of his face. It was an argument about sex again. He sometimes wondered if it was a game the two of them played, because it was common knowledge around the organization that the two vampires shared a single coffin. Of course, he’d never asked around to see if anyone else had been privy to the two of them arguing. Walter had a knack for being unobserved without actually hiding that came from his years as Hellsing’s butler; perhaps it was simply that sometimes the pair didn’t notice him in time to stop their arguments.
Like now. He listened to the two of them progress in their disagreement as they neared his position. It sounded as though they stopped at the bench that mirrored the position of his on the other side of the hedge.
“You can’t ask that sort of thing. It’s just too much.”
“But chère, there’s a reason the French are the origin of the term ‘ménage a trois.’”
“Stop calling me chère. I’m not doing it.”
Walter raised an eyebrow but stayed silent and motionless, willing himself to virtual invisibility with that special butler’s magic that had nothing to do with being a vampire.
“He’d never say yes anyway.”
“I wouldn’t bet on that. He knows a few things about the world. He’s not as young as he looks, after all.”
“It’s crazy. Just because I… you know… with you, doesn’t mean I’m going to do it with another man. Especially not at the same time!”
Who were they talking about? One of the surviving Wild Geese? It seemed unlikely, but not impossible. Sir Islands’ son had been around often recently, and he’d paid Seras a lot of attention. He was a handsome young man, the spitting image of his father when he was in his twenties. He wouldn’t be a terrible choice, but Walter had no idea about the man’s sexual proclivities.
Could they be talking about Alucard? Surely not. Integral took up most of Alucard’s attention, the rest he usually saved for bloodier pastimes or sitting in the dark alone except for the thousands of souls that kept him company every minute of every day. Walter took him as a cautionary tale to fledgling vampires about the price to be paid for that brief high that came from draining a human into death. .
Who then?
Walter’s mind grazed over one more candidate and he nearly snorted out loud, ruining the suspense by alerting Pip and Seras to his presence. They definitely weren’t talking about him.
“But you’ve told me how you respect him.”
“Yes, I respect him. I don’t want to have sex with every man I respect.”
“You’ve said he’s… how did you put it? ‘So hot I need to change my pants.’”
“I never said that.”
“Okay, okay, you never said that, but what you did say about him was close enough.”
“Yes, he’s sexy. Are you happy? I said it.”
Walter gave up trying not to and smirked while he continued to run through a mental roster of men one could find at Hellsing. Maybe one of the builders? No. Seras respected the man. Probably not a builder. That probably ruled out most of the Geese. Jeffrey Islands was a nice piece of fluff, but he didn’t seem to be the type that would earn Seras’ respect. Walter found himself back at Alucard.
Alucard probably wouldn’t say no if they asked. Despite his clear interest in Integral, Dracula had not been adept at monogamy. It didn’t seem right if Seras didn’t want to do it, though.
“Well, what about you? Why are you so eager to have the three of us together in one bed?”
Now that was a good question. Walter had always thought of Pip as unambiguously heterosexual. Although he supposed there were threesome configurations that didn’t require the men to have any interaction. That seemed to be missing the point in Walter’s estimation.
“Because it would make all three of us happy, I think. Because you want him, I want him, and I think he’d want us if we offered.”
“You want him?”
“Yes, I want him. Okay? One on one, guys don’t really do anything for me, but with the three of us together, anything is possible. What do you say?”
Walter waited for Seras’ answer with no less interest than Pip. He thought he’d have to have a “talk” with the former mercenary if he tried to finagle Seras into something she didn’t want to do. Her next comment was so quiet he had to strain even his vampiric hearing to catch it.
“I should never have told you about that fantasy.”
“Why not? It’s a good fantasy. One we could make real without too much trouble.”
“I’m scared.”
“Why? What do you have to be scared of from me or from him?”
“What if it’s not as good as my fantasy? It’s a good fantasy; I don’t want to ruin it.”
Walter wasn’t startled by Pip’s laughter; he’d had to restrain his own. If it was Alucard Seras wanted as their third, Walter could understand why Pip was laughing. Alucard could never be anything but as good as, or better than, her fantasies. That vampire was arrogant, but with good reason as Walter had had the pleasure of knowing when he had been a young man.
While he waited for Pip’s laughter to die down, Walter vaguely wondered if bisexuality was so rampant among vampires because gender had absolutely nothing to do with vampiric reproduction. There could be no argument of how unnatural a particular pairing (or trio) was, because everything about being a vampire was unnatural.
It was as good an explanation as any, he thought.
“Chère, he won’t disappoint. And you won’t disappoint him, if that’s your next worry.”
“You’re right, I guess. One look at his hands and you just know he knows how to use them.”
“I’m right? So…”
“So… Yes, I’ll do it. You’re right. It’ll be fun. If he agrees to join us.”
“How could he turn you down?”
“It’s not me I’m worried he’ll turn down, it’s you.”
Walter didn’t think that Pip had much need to fear Alucard turning him down. The young man was quite attractive. Walter had even found himself wondering what he looked like with all of that hair unbraided and falling around him.
“Then we’re agreed? Chère? Are you sure? I know I want this, but if you’re going to be unhappy…”
“No. It was my fantasy to begin with, right? I’m going to consider myself lucky that I have someone like you who’s willing to help me experience it for real.”
“Do you want to ask him, or should I?”
“No, it’s okay, Pip. Let me ask him. I think Walter might take it better from me.”
On the other side of the hedge from Walter, who was trying to get his dropped jaw to close, Seras and Pip held each other and tried desperately not to laugh out loud.