Pushing Boundaries

AUTHOR'S NOTE: First bit of Hellsing smut I've dared to post. I do hope everyone enjoys it.

The pairing is Alucard/Integra. I do so love a good power couple! This was written for my friend redbrunja, who requested that this follow Hirano's "rules" on chastity and all that. Written with the help of a VERY hot song by Melissa Ferrick called "Drive". If you've not heard it, you have to. Guaranteed orgasm producing!

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His presence filled the room, coating her over in an invisible thickness that made the air difficult to inhale. Integra remained where she stood, arms crossed under her breasts and eyes fixated out the window at the night shrouded manor grounds. The pale light of a waning moon lit the now silent fountain dimly, spilling into the room just enough to save it from being lost to the shadows. Even thought she was expecting the familiar touch, her back still stiffened in response to the cool, silk covered hand that lifted her hair away from her neck. Lips that were both colder and more firm in texture than a human's touched the back of her neck lightly, a tongue tracing along the loosened collar to her shirt. His hands gripped her hips firmly, holding her in place as he completed the movement behind her and pressed his body in a tight line to her own. The possessive feel of his hands on her was more intense through the thinness of her dress shirt only. She'd removed her suit coat hours earlier, draping the thick wool over the back of her chair along with her neck tie.

"Moonlight suits you, Integra," Alucard purred, his lips moving against her ear with each word and drawing a shiver of pleasure from her. There was nothing otherworld to his voice, no vampiric powers to that rich tone, but it effected her more surely than any of his many inhuman abilities. She relished the confident ring to it, the seductive pull that was laced through with amusement. Even when trying to irritate her, she enjoyed listening to him.

"Did you come here to flatter me, Alucard?" she questioned, allowing his hands to press up her stomach and uncross her arms. Her eyes half-closed as he positioned her hands palm flat against her own hips, sliding them down to tease at the growing heat between her legs. He was supposed to be preparing for the mission in Argentina, which he would be leaving for in less than twenty-four hours. She wasn't going to voice this though.

"Flattery is wasted on you," he answered, his fangs nipping a light threat against her throat that made her suck in an excited breath. Never would she allow his fangs to break her skin, but she couldn't deny she enjoyed the scraping of their points along her neck very much. His hands left hers in favor of working the buttons to her blouse open slowly. She reach behind her, hands searching for and finding the smooth, brushed silk of his suit. No hat or coat, no glasses to hide his eyes from her. Just his suit to match her own. His thighs and hips were firm under her hands, more than just a testimate to his musculature. It was the difference between human flesh and vampire, a subtle thing that those uninitiated with vampires usually didn't detect. Cool air radiated off the glass in front of her and touched the bare skin exposed as her shirt fell open, held only in place where it was tucked into her slacks. His hands slipped underneath the light cotton, taking her breasts firmly and massaging her through the thicker padding of her bra. Her nipples reacted instantly, tightening as tingles of sensation warmed her body.

Integra permitted a small smile at his stated truth. "How right you are," she murmured, closing her eyes fully and leaning back against the solid chest behind her. There was no heart beat tonight, no lethargic pulse of that organ forcing foreign blood into his veins. It had shocked her the first time she'd felt that undead throb, something she had always associated with human life. She'd spent three days after the incident reading through every journal she could find regarding the bodily make up and functions of vampires. The answer had been so simple she almost cursed herself for not having thought of it. The blood a vampire took in couldn't simply sit and stagnate in their stomach. It had to be carried througout their system in order to preserve the undead flesh. That was why it was always preached to remove the heart and head. The heart was the delivery system for the blood the body needed. She knew without blood, the vampire would wither and fall into a tonic state of being. She also knew, from his own admission, that blood was necessary for certain... other activities.

This, of course, was why he usually came to her without having satiated his hunger. Ever the optimist, her vampire. Alucard was trying to use her physical need to satiate his need for blood. He had to know by now she wasn't swayed by the offer of flesh either, and yet he still persisted in coming to her in this state. For now though... she didn't mind his persistance in the least. A sharp pinch to her nipple by cloth covered fingers turned her inhale into a hiss of pleasure. "You're thinking too hard, master, and not on what you should be," he accused, his teeth nipping her ear sharply.

She turned just enough that she could catch his glowing crimson eyes and arched a brow, a slow, taunting smirk crossing her lips. "You're skills are not up to par tonight, servant, if I'm capable of thoughts outside of this room," she goaded, knowing the result her words would cause.

With a growl that could never pass for human sound and a movement so fast it left her mind reeling, she suddenly found herself jerked away from the window and shoved against the wall nearby. A small gasp of air was forced from her lungs at the impact, but the rough treatment was something he knew she enjoyed and could take. She was facing him now, her hands trapped between them against his chest, a reflexive maneuver to keep a would-be attacker from getting closer. Alucard waited for her body to relax from that tensed position, his fingers pressing hard into her hips and bringing her against his own. No hardness there, and she knew there wouldn't be unless he had the blood necessary to awaken his flesh. While it puzzled her why he insisted on this masochistic display, she did have to admit that the idea of him desiring her and being unable to fulfill himself was incredibly heady. And erotic. Yes... she did rather enjoy their sessions together.

A subtle shifting from him had his thigh between her legs, pressing upward and rubbing where she wanted and with exactly the right amount of pressure to grant him her first moan of the evening. He did nothing else, touched her nowhere except where his hands guided her hips to move along his thigh. "My skills seem to be more than up to par," he countered, his voice slipping into the warm beginnings of arrogance. Integra closed her eyes, arching away from the wall when his lips touched her own briefly, trailing along her jaw until they were brushing just under her ear. "You smell delicious, Integra. The scent of lust on you is almost as enticing as the taste of your pure blood."

"Clearly, it's not enticing enough to encourage you to hurry the bloody hell up," she admonished through gritted teeth. Her head dropped back against the wall, exposing her neck for him and sending a sharp bolt of desire through her at the risk involved with baiting an unfed vampire. Especially one who already had her pinned without a chance for escape and was... God... doing things to her... A choked sound came from her when his tongue slid along her neck and was quickly followed by the pull of his lips, the slight grazing of his fangs to her skin. One of her hands began to move up his chest, her fingers curling into his thick hair and edging for the back of his own neck to keep his mouth where it was. It felt good... too good... But it would feel better if...

A sharp jerk of his body toward hers caused her breath to explode from her body as he slammed her into the wall, effectively stopping the progression of her hand. "Don't tempt me, Integra," he snarled, drawing back enough for her to see the blood lust raging in his eyes. "Even I have my limits."

Integra nodded, a bit of guilt creeping through her as she understood his meaning. Her hand returned to its former position against his chest slowly, her eyes held with his the entire time. He could bite her during their games and she wouldn't have anyone to blame but herself for teasing an unfed vampire. It was a tricky balancing act they played, both enjoying the thrill of possibility that came with poking at this boundary while fighting with everything they had not to cross it completely. Perhaps she had been hasty in accusing him of masochism. She was beginning to think she herself was in the very same box. "My apologies, Alucard. Perhaps some other-,"

Her words were cut off in a gasp that was half pleasure and half pain when his thigh surged upward, lifting her off her feet so quickly she had to grip his shoulders to keep from toppling over. "Now," he insisted. "We finish this now, Integra." His lips crashed into hers hard, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth to duel with her own. She could taste the faintly metalic tones of old blood on his tongue, a coppery taste that she associated with him and his mouth. His mouth was cool, the warmth of human life lacking in him and exactly what she craved. He sought after her blood, the heat of it and the life it carried. She desired the coolness of the grave, the utter lack of humanity he offered. He didn't argue with her when her arms circled his neck this time, pulling his mouth closer to hers. Fangs caught her lower lip, spilling just the faintest hint of blood into his mouth and causing a deep groan to come from him.

Her legs circled his waist, his hands helping the movement by supporting under her thighs. Integra was panting when he finally drew back from the hard kiss, a faint trickle of blood slipping from her torn lip. Alucard's hands were pressing painfully hard into her thighs and she knew in the morning she would have bruises there. It sent a low thread of lust curling through her stomach and practically made her mouth water with the thought. He was regaining control of himself, that teasing bit of blood having stretched his control to the very edge. His eyes, though never human to begin with, were near animalistic as the need for blood crashed through him. This was Alucard at his least guarded, and she revelled in the knowledge that she did this to him. It was fascinating to see the struggle that raged within him through the slightest flinch to the corner of his eyes, the rapid pulse of hunger that would be forced down through that blood red gaze, that faintest tremor she only felt through the pressure of his hands under her thighs. To see him like this, struggling to contain himself, was a rare privilege he granted her. He always glorified in his strengths and took pride in informing his opponents that he had no weaknesses. She was the only person to know otherwise and it was an honor that he would permit it to be seen.

Integra took a firm grip on his hair, igniting the blood lust that rose in his eyes again at the rough treatment. She smiled as she leaned downward from her higher position and brought their lips back together. This time, she kissed him and it was with a human gentleness that was lost in their first kiss of the evening. It was slower, more thorough, and allowed for a greater exploration of each other's mouths and tastes. There was control to this kiss, none of the frenzied heat from before. Her tongue slid along his lips, asking for admittance to which he agreed instantly. Her tongue pressed carefully between his fangs to touch his again and he responded by softening the hard hold on her thighs, easing his hands away completely so that she was held in place by the wall at her back and her legs around his waist. A hungry little sound, deeper than a moan but not quite reaching a growl, came from her when he pushed her bra up harshly, fingers cold against her sensitized flesh.

She quickly released his hair and settled her hands on his shoulders as his mouth left hers, sucking lightly along the path he took from her mouth to her breasts. Integra blinked, eyes heavily lidded as Alucard pulled himself free of her legs, setting her shakily to her feet so that he could drop to his knees. The sight of this man, the self proclaimed No-Life King, on his knees before her never failed to stir the heat between her legs. All the power he possessed, all the strength in his undead frame... and he chose to subjugate it before her. The first night he'd come to her, shortly after her nineteenth birthday, he'd dropped to one knee and given her his gift; a kiss to her hand, the first kiss he had ever given her. That was also the first night she could recall having been aroused and it had been damnably frustrating not knowing how to cure it. It was by happy chance that she had found some rather... interesting books in her father's library the next day, completely by accident but very educational in concerns to this new awareness.

She watched him the entire time he kissed at her breasts, sucking just enough for her to feel the press of fangs to the softer flesh. His eyes held hers, the light of male arrogance dancing through them as he drew back from her. Her breath was sucked in as his hands cupped her breasts together, bringing the peaks to the point of almost touching and causing a faint ache in the stretched skin under her arms. Slowly, watching her and enjoying every excrutiating second he drew out the anticipation, he leaned closer, lips parting to allow his tongue to flick out. The movement was quick and wet, like a snake tasting the air, but his aim was flawless and made her gasp at the fire that shocked through her. Another quick lap of his tongue and she had to dig her nails into his shoulders to keep from falling. Integra's eyes closed finally, her hips circling against his chest as need beat through her. The sharp licks came more regularly, each gasp and pant of breath she gave encouraging him for more.

When his mouth finally closed over her nipples, she had to bite hard on her lower lip to keep from crying out. There were servants still walking the halls, guards patrolling the area, and a locked office door would mean nothing to them if they thought she was in danger. He sucked hard on her, his teeth pressing down in quick, sharp movements that made her insides feel as if they were liquified. The intense sensations were becoming too much for her, causing her to squirm against him. Alucard immediately stopped, the movement so abrupt that if his hands hadn't gone to her hips she would have been a heap on the floor. She somehow managed to open her eyes, blinking in an effort to clear the white spots dancing in her vision. Her lips were parted to allow for her rapid breathing and every nerve ending in her body was numbed to anything except the stunning ache between her legs.

She glanced down at the vampire kneeling in front of her when she felt his laughter rumble through his chest and into her stomach and hips. "My poor master," he taunted. "Too overwhelmed for me to continue?"

The slap she landed to his cheek was proof enough she bloody well wasn't overwhelmed just yet. Her palm stung from the impact and she knew if he'd fed she would have seen an imprint of her hand against his skin. Heat flared through his eyes as he stared up at her, a lust that was nothing but primal in nature and was enough to make her moan out loud. She knew exactly how much Alucard enjoyed her fighting him and knew she was pushing the boundaries once again. The adrenaline rush was heady and spiked her arousal higher. Integra knew from the way his nostrils flared, taking a breath that his body didn't need for life, that he was scenting her, rolling the smell of her desire along his senses. An appetizer before the main dish.

She wasn't at all prepared for the low, predatory sound that came from him as he lifted her hips easily, parting her legs with his shoulders so that her legs were spread. A sharp jerk and the popping of buttons as well as the sound of wool being torn heralded her slacks being ripped down her body, her underwear going with it. His clothing melted away, created by his will and removed by it as well. The sudden feel of his cool, naked flesh to hers was a shocking blow to her system, finally causing her knees to buckle completely from under her. He caught her again, holding her upright as his mouth, tongue and teeth explored her flat stomach. He pushed the ends of her blouse aside eagerly, his hands moving under her thighs to lift her from the ground again and drop her knees over his shoulders. Her hands slapped against the wall hard as she sought to keep her balance, her feet no longer touching the ground. He moved backward on his knees, forcing her upper back and shoulders to arch into the wall while lifting her hips toward his mouth. In order to keep from falling to the ground, she had to rely on him to hold her up.

Integra's eyes were wide when his arms circled under her thighs, his fingers holding her legs steadily open for him. This was a new position for them, one that left her without any amount of control. Her legs were effectively trapped while the rest of her body was preoccupied with using the wall for balance. The thrill she got from being in control of their encounters was nothing compared to having that power stripped from her. Her breath was hard to find, anticipation weighing heavily against the arousal that was pouring over her. Watching her intently, all his focus on what her reaction would be, Alucard parted her folds with his thumbs and held her open as his tongue imitated the quick flick of movement he had used on her nipples. She hissed, hips bucking upward at the electric feel his tongue produced. Another, deeper slide of his tongue across her made her catch her lower lip once again to keep from crying out.

At her response, his tongue moved quicker over her, sinking inside her as his mouth sucked her down. Thin lines of sweat trailed down her face as she fought not to scream, not to thrust too hard against his mouth. His fangs were a delicious contrast to his tongue, hard and scratching just enough to cause a little pain without drawing blood. That inhumanly long tongue was probing inside her, thrusting and moving exactly as he knew she preferred it. Integra's thighs tensed but remained open when Alucard's grip tightened against her flesh, adding still more bruises that she would feel in the morning. He continued to support her, holding her steady as her eyes closed and that mindless wave of pleasure she so enjoyed began to rise up over her.

It was over far too quickly in her opinion. He sucked hard upon her just as his tongue plunged as far as it could into her body. The bliss burst free, exploding through her system in such gratifying relief that she ended up jerking hard against his mouth. There was a quick pin prick of pain from where his fangs finally cut her just a little, causing Alucard's entire body to tense up under her thighs as if he'd been whipped by lightning. Blood trickled down her chin from where her teeth had broken her own lip and her vision swam when she finally managed to crack her eyes open. Alucard was still kneeling on the floor, holding her up and utterly frozen as she finished coming. She lifted a leg down, which was followed quickly by the other when she almost fell. If it weren't for his hands still on her hips, she wouldn't have remained standing. Integra leaned against the wall with her hair tossled and sweaty, a near boneless pleasure still rippling through her, and stared at the tiniest spot of blood staining his lips.

Alucard looked up at her with eyes that were near lost in blood lust. She'd been too rough, pushed too hard. His fangs had nicked her and he'd tasted her blood as she came into his mouth. A wave of guilt swept over her as he continued to remain frozen, controling himself perfectly. "Alucard," she said softly, her voice low and firm with the authority she had over him.

Crimson eyes blinked slowly as if waking from a deep sleep. The blood lust faded ever so slightly at the sound of his name. "Master?" he asked, waiting for her orders.

"There's a knife in the top drawer of my desk. Get it."

She had a moment to witness the briefest flare of shock across his features before it was replaced with the wickedly delighted smile he customarily wore. "As you wish, my master." He knew exactly what she was going to do. He knew the rules behind this rare gift, knew that it thrilled her to no end to risk driving him mad with need. The blood itself wasn't the only gift she gave him when she did this. She was telling him without saying the words that she trusted herself with him, trusted him to control himself. Slowly, he rose and went to her desk, giving her a wonderful view of his sleekly muscled back and thighs as he moved. Here was a man built to be a predator, moving silently and with a grace that not even a cat could match. Integra felt a tug of desire start to uncurl once again as he returned to her, kneeling to present the knife to her hilt first.

Looking him in the eye the entire time, Integra propped her foot onto his bare thigh, putting her knee against his shoulder. His mouth touched the skin just beside her knee, his hands moving up her thigh before his nails dragged back down hard enough to raise red welts. Her lips parted on a little sigh at how delicious the sting felt on her skin. Slowly, she lowered the knife to the inside of her thigh, pressing and holding the blade to the flesh covering her femoral artery for a fraction of a second. At his eagerly hissed, "Yesss," she sliced upward in one quick movement, deep enough to draw blood but not enough to inflict serious injury.

Alucard's mouth was locked around the cut in an instant, sucking deeply to encourage the blood flow. She winced as his tongue pressed hard against the cut, the tip narrowing to try and push inside. He stopped when she sucked in a sharp, pained breath but still remained locked to her leg. Integra could hear the softly purred moans from him as he fed from her without sinking fangs into her flesh. The dull throbbing ache of the wound so soon after her own orgasm was a beautiful feeling, two contrasting pulses in her body. She leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes as her fingers began to slip lower across her stomach.

His hand gripped her wrist hard enough to make her flinch her eyes open and meet the heat filled red ones staring up at her. She allowed him to press her hand back against the wall while he still fed at her thigh, leaving her breathless and anxious for what he had in mind. There was no stopping the little cry when his gloved fingers pressed into her, pushing against the tightness of her body in a delicious blend of pleasure and pain. She sank herself deeper onto his fingers as arousal rose up again from her lower stomach. An approving hum came from him at her movement, prompting her to pull off of his fingers to the point where they were nearly free from her body and impale herself down again harder. His free hand kept her thigh steady against his body as she rode his other hand, panting hard as she sought yet another orgasm from her vampire.

It hit her hard and completely out of nowhere, slamming into her when his fingers twisted inside her and pressed that spot she couldn't reach no matter how hard she tried. Alucard tore his mouth from her thigh, lips and teeth smeared with blood and jerked his fingers from her body to replace it with his tongue. The wet touch of muscle where his fingers had been sent her so far over the edge she feared she might possibly black out. As he had all during their encounter, he held her up and in place, not once letting her sink to the floor. He continued to taste her until her body stopped spasming, the movements reduced to shudders of remembered pleasure. Carefully, he finally let her sink to her knees on the floor, his laughter a sound of pure masculine joy at having made her come twice. "You were in a generous mood tonight, master," he commented as he settled her head to his shoulder and pet her hair idly.

"You received what you earned, servant," she countered, her voice still thick with the lingering traces of her orgasm. She allowed him to hold her, more because she knew he enjoyed the smell of her sweat on his skin than because she wanted to be held. His lips brushed along her shoulder, trailing upward toward her neck in a teasing line. His tongue licked against her pulse, mouth opening to suck against her skin. "Don't even think about it, Alucard," she ordered when his fangs dimpled her skin.

Alucard laughed again and drew back from her, holding one of her hands in his. "That's all I do think about, master," he taunted before placing a chaste kiss to the back of her hand. He turned her palm over, eyes never leaving hers as he lowered his mouth to her wrist. "Can you imagine how much better it would feel for me bite into you? Sinking into your flesh completely?"

Integra drew her wrist back before he could press his lips to it, standing up and moving to collect her torn clothing and ignoring the double entendre of his statement. Yet another suit she would have to burn and replace, she thought ruefully. He really did need to learn how to remove clothing properly. "You're dismissed, servant," she said firmly, unwilling to answer his questions. She pulled her slacks on, tucking the ripped underwear into her pocket and began to rebutton her shirt. She had learned from past experience to remove her suit coat herself so that when it was buttoned it could hide any damage to the rest of her outfit.

Truth be told, she thought about that same thing constantly. That one boundary that remained between them, the sharing of blood through his bite. It was something she would never allow, a promise she had made herself upon her first kill. No fangs would ever break her skin. She would rather commit the mortal sin of suicide than allow a vampire to mark her. A small scratch from Alucard was to be expected with their meetings, but never would his fangs draw real blood. That didn't mean she didn't lay in bed at night fantasizing about how it would feel. How incredibly sensual it would be to have his fangs in her neck as he took her completely, spilling virgin blood onto her sheets. But she was never going to tell him that. There was enough temptation in their relationship without adding this into the mix.

Judging from the purring laugh he gave as he faded into the shadows, Alucard wasn't fooled a bit. Damn.