Nostalgia

Happy birthday, kelles. Here is the DWxA smut you requested. With a little Girlycard thrown in for Puck 3/4 and a little somethin\' somethin\' for Ciarda Rois, and a furry hat for Thess. 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.
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Opening the observation slit in the cell door revealed a glaringly lit stone room with no furnishings save a plain wooden coffin. The cell’s occupant sat on the floor with his legs drawn up and his head resting on the arms folded across his knees. Several minutes of observation brought no movement or reaction from the prisoner.

Nor did he look up from his contemplation of the cracks in the floor when the heavy door opened. He spoke without looking at his visitors, “Have you come to ensure that the angel’s wings remain clipped?”

“Someone has to do it, but that is not my reason for coming this evening.” Alucard stood aside and one of his slaves entered carrying a tray with a crystal decanter and two goblets, which it deposited on the lid of the coffin. Task completed, the revenant dissolved into shadows and was gone.

“I don’t smell that disgusting preservative used in the transfusion blood. Is it a special occasion?” Walter finally looked up from the floor at Alucard and widened his eyes slightly in surprise to see the slender figure that his companion had worn when Walter had been a brash youth.

“Ah, it is a special occasion. Bored, Alucard?” His grey-green eyes glittered with an impersonal malice, “Did Integral banish you from her company this evening?” He looked over the white suit with matching fuzzy white hat. “Perhaps your fashion sense offended her?”

Alucard narrowed his eyes at the man before nodding and crossing the floor to pick up the decanter and pour himself a glass. He drank the red liquid and looked again at Walter. “I suggest you try some now. It’s still warm, and while I doubt the donor was a virgin, I did arrange to have it collected without the chemicals in this evening’s blood drive among the soldiers.”

The vampire who had been Hellsing’s most trusted human servant rose from the floor with a grace that might have been written off as inhuman. Alucard knew that he’d been that graceful while human, too. He joined Alucard and accepted a goblet. The scent of unadulterated, fresh, warm human blood was compelling, and the first mouthful was almost intoxicating. Walter closed his eyes and forced himself to drink slowly instead of draining it in one long swallow.

Ah, the young… Alucard watched Walter’s attempts at controlling his bloodlust and smiled. The Police Girl had an advantage that the former butler did not – she had abhorred killing before Alucard had found her that night in Cheddar. His smile grew slightly, showing dainty fangs at the corners of his mouth; at least she’d finally gotten over that.

But the Angel of Death? It was little wonder that even without Millennium to pull his strings, Walter was a dangerous creature.

He would have to learn new forms of self-control. Until then, this cell was his home.

Alucard looked around at the stark stone room. Walter seemed entirely content to have nothing added, no amenities, no creature comforts – just him and his coffin – and even it was as plain as current trends in funerary equipment permitted. He approved. Walter wasn’t trying to hold on to his human past; his vampire future promised to be very interesting, if not terribly bloody.

Walter finished his glass and poured another, topping off Alucard’s at the same time. With the strongest edge taken off his hunger, he leaned against the wall and looked at the creature that held monumental power inside that seemingly delicate body.

“Thank you for the refreshment.” He held the glass up to his nose and sniffed. “I never gave you enough credit for tolerating the medical blood as well as you do.” With a dismissive twitch of an eyebrow to self-restraint, Walter drained his glass again and returned it to the tray, taking Alucard’s when he finished his as well.

Watching Alucard, Walter was struck by an odd sense of déjà vu and disconnection. The last time he’d seen Alucard this way, Walter had still been shorter than this slight, almost girlish figure. Somehow, he just couldn’t see himself being as compliant with Alucard in this form as he’d been when he’d been just a youth.

He pushed off the wall and closed the distance between himself and his old companion. “Tell me, Alucard – why the nod to nostalgia?” He reached out and caught some strands of the other vampire’s fine black hair between his fingers and twined it around the deadly digits. “Are you in the mood to reminisce?” The malicious glint returned to his eyes. “She’s with the priest, isn’t she?”

Anger flashed across Alucard’s face and Walter smiled, the malice in his eyes finding outlet in the twist of his lips. “And you came to divert yourself with your old friend now that he’s no longer old and weak.”

His fingers twisted abruptly in Alucard’s hair, pulling his head back. Walter plucked the heavier-than-it looked pillbox hat off of the vampire’s head and tossed it onto the coffin before bending and kissing him roughly, pushing his tongue between his lips and twining with Alucard’s, tasting old blood and new.

When Alucard’s hands came up to clasp his shoulders, Walter pulled back. “I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Your age was always a problem for you, not me,” Alucard demurred. “And it can hardly be nostalgia when you never behaved in this manner. You were always almost too willing to let me lead.”

“A nicely arranged non-answer.” Walter slid an arm around Alucard’s waist and turned him in a maneuver that would have been perfect in the middle of a waltz, but which resulted in his pressing the smaller man against the wall.

The blood left him feeling flushed and intoxicated. The residual heat from its donor suffused Walter’s body and he felt almost warm for the first time since he’d woken strapped to a lab table with a madman leaning in his face. He brushed his nose against Alucard’s cheek and murmured, “Were you planning on getting me drunk on fresh blood and taking advantage of me?”

“Something like that,” Alucard answered before turning his face to kiss him again. He tightened his grip on Walter’s shoulders when the man nicked his tongue with one of Alucard’s fangs, sucking at the tiny cut before it healed.

Walter made a low sound that bordered on a growl and pressed his body against Alucard’s. He could feel the other man’s erection through their clothes and his own was already quite demanding. “I believe your plan is working.”

Alucard’s response was to slide his hand between their bodies and rub it down Walter’s cock to cup and gently squeeze his balls. “Good.”

So they were using each other. That was okay with Walter. He didn’t want to pretend to emotional attachments at this time in his life. He was still determining how much emotion he was capable of after Millennium’s violations of his body and mind. Lust, however, was one he was clearly still capable of, as the power of it filled him with a heat that rivaled that which the blood had brought him.

It was only with a promise to his lust that he’d do more to slake it that he was able to pull away from Alucard’s embrace. For the first time in the weeks of his incarceration, he found himself wishing that the cell were a bit less barren. Still, given the situation, it was probably fitting to use his coffin.

Walter moved the tray off of the lid and opened his final place of repose. He smiled slightly looking down at the satin lined interior. It wasn’t going to be a very restful place this night at least.

He wasn’t surprised, when he looked up, to see that Alucard was less dressed than when he’d turned away from the vampire. Alucard might seem androgynous, or even effeminate when dressed, but wearing nothing but a pair of white trousers, the smaller man was clearly nothing but a man. His straight black hair lay across a shoulder in stark contrast to the translucent white of his skin. His chest and abdomen’s muscles were clearly defined, and when he drew fingertips over a nipple and down his stomach, Walter watched with a sort of hungry fascination.

“You must teach me how to do that someday,” he said as his fingers unknotted his tie and danced over his waistcoat’s buttons, followed by those of his shirt. When he was as dressed, or undressed, as the other man, he beckoned him closer.

The two came together next to the coffin, hands traveling over smooth, cool skin, rubbing and stroking it to warmth with pleasurable friction. Walter knew that Alucard was permitting him to take the initiative for his own reasons and could not bring himself to care in the least.

With no human need to perspire, Alucard’s skin did not taste salty, but there was the very faintest flavor of blood to his skin that Walter found delicious. He had not noticed it when he’d been Alucard’s human lover, but his heightened vampiric senses rose to the scent and flavor, adding another dimension to running his tongue over the man’s chest.

He dragged his fangs over Alucard’s nipple and smiled with satisfaction when he stiffened and moaned quietly. He found it to be difficult to nip at the skin without drawing blood, but didn’t worry overmuch at the occasional pinpricks his needle-sharp canines left in the other vampire’s flesh, simply licking up the tiny droplets left when the pricks healed immediately.

Alucard dragged his fingernails down Walter’s back and laughed, a tinkling giggle, when the man hissed to have his skin cut and blood drawn. He brought a bloodied finger to his lips and licked it clean while watching the skin knit over the wounds, leaving Walter’s back unmarked except for the streaks of blood that remained where the cuts had been.

When Walter bit down over his nipple in retaliation, Alucard groaned and stroked his head, pulling the tie out of his ponytail and allowing him a few mouthfuls of blood before using a grip in his hair to pull him away from the wounds. “Careful now, Angel. You don’t know what my blood will do to you.”

Walter hadn’t known, but those scant mouthfuls left him giddy, blood drunk, and he leaned back down to lick the last traces of the precious liquid off of Alucard’s chest. He straightened with a grin, feeling better – happier – than he had since before the war. “Waste not, want not.”

Alucard’s answering grin held a touch of malice similar to Walter’s earlier – not malice against an individual, but a sort of global malice that Walter had found came with the vampiric condition. “Indeed. It would be a shame to let something so precious go to waste.”

Only the heady drunkenness that Walter was feeling allowed Alucard to take the man by surprise, grabbing him and repeating their earlier waltzing spin over to the wall. This time, Walter ended up against the wall with his bare chest pressed against the cold and rough surface while Alucard licked the remaining lines of blood off of his back. When he pushed away from the wall, Alucard shoved him back against it with a strength his epicene form belied and rubbed himself against Walter’s ass, his erection a firm presence between them.

“Who’s taking whom tonight, Walter?” he hissed in the man’s ear.

Walter pushed away from the wall to meet Alucard’s rubbing before using the space the motion bought to turn quickly around.

Alucard had used the time his back had been turned to change again, once more wearing the appearance he’d chosen since Integral had awakened him. His long, unruly hair drifted along his back and shoulders with a life of its own and he once again stood taller than Walter.

“We may have to take turns,” he answered with a smug grin, using a grip on Alucard’s hips to pull them together and grinding his crotch against Alucard’s. “But I’m going first.”

“Volunteering to let me take you first? How generous.” Alucard’s trousers dissolved into shadows that slid over Walter’s legs and groin with a light caress before disappearing.

“Hardly.” But Walter was already unzipping his own trousers, leaving them untidily on the floor along with his shoes and socks.

This time when the men came together, there was more of a power struggle in their exchanged caresses and kisses – a competition to see who could make the other moan first, loudest, most demandingly. Neither was overly surprised when Alucard won the contest. He mirrored Walter’s earlier action by biting down over the man’s nipple, and added to it by sliding fingers wet with saliva past his scrotum, pushing first one, then another, past the tight ring of muscle, stroking them forward toward the front of Walter’s body.

He drank slowly from the bite, letting the languor of the swoon spread from it until Walter could do nothing but hold himself standing with an iron grip on Alucard’s shoulders. He gave Walter a smug smile when he pulled away from the bite, then spun the man back around and pushed him against the wall again.

Walter groaned, almost a growl and arched his back to rub against Alucard. “I don’t suppose, given what you planned when you came down here, that you thought of lubricant?”

Alucard held out his hand and the discarded fuzzy white hat rose from the floor into his grip. “I am well over five hundred years old. I can think that far ahead.” He reached inside and removed a small bottle, dropping the hat and pouring a measure of the liquid into his hand. “I also remember how much you used to whine about it.”

“Concern for one’s health is not whining.” Walter broke off with a hiss when Alucard penetrated him with a very well lubricated finger and smoothed the slick fluid around thoroughly. When the finger was removed and he felt Alucard nudging against him, he leaned back and shifted his hips until they were aligned properly.

The first thrust pushed him against the wall. The second would have driven the breath out of him. By the third, Walter was moaning and rocking back from the wall, oblivious to the scrapes he kept acquiring and healing from the rough stone.

Alucard growled possessively and spread nipping bites across Walter’s back, thrusting hard into the other man and thinking of nothing but the pleasure of the moment. He roamed his hands over Walter’s chest and stomach before dragging his fingernails teasingly over the man’s shaft, laughing to hear his moans intensify and take on a pleading tone.

He continued to tease Walter’s straining erection with his fingernails, alternating gentle almost-strokes with harsher scrapes of nails on delicate skin. He could feel his own pleasure building, hot and heavy in his abdomen and of course in his cock, but he wasn’t ready to be finished with a reunion fuck that had been years in the coming.

Alucard gave Walter’s shoulder a hard nipping kiss and drew back from him. “We haven’t christened your coffin yet.”

Walter was caught between a laugh and a groan and did both. “We’d better do it soon, or you may be the second death of me.”

Arms around each other, the two men stood over the coffin, considering possible permutations of positions before Alucard climbed into the coffin and lay down on his back. “We did say something about switching off who was on top.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” But Walter joined Alucard, kissing him and rubbing their chests together before lowering himself onto Alucard’s erection and taking up a slow rhythm. Walter found that the walls of his coffin were a convenient height to brace himself; the two men were soon rocking together as hard and as fast as before their change of venue.

Because he could alter his angle in exactly the right way to hit his prostate, and with Alucard stroking his erection in time with their motions, Walter came first, shuddering and clutching the sides of his coffin until he heard the wood protesting. Alucard’s hands on his hips urging him on reminded him to move again and every thrust wrung another gasp of painful pleasure out of him until Alucard finally stiffened and growled with his own orgasm.

When both had caught their figurative breaths, if not the literal, Walter leaned down and kissed Alucard, deliberately biting his lip and sucking at the drops of blood. “Thank you for coming to keep me company for a little while.”

Alucard kissed him back and retaliated with a bite of his own before rising from the coffin, his clothes reforming as he did. A slave appeared from a corner of the room that the blazing overhead light failed to touch. Without a glance toward Walter, the slave retrieved the tray, glasses, and fallen furry white pillbox hat and exited through the cell door.

“Would you like me to keep regular visiting hours, Angel?”

“No Alucard, I don’t think that will be necessary. Drop by whenever you feel like it.” Walter pulled the lid of his coffin closed and went to sleep without bothering to watch Alucard leave.