Shifting Interests
a Hellsing story
by Garnet
Paperwork. Bah. While normally content to leave most of the paperpushing within the Hellsing Agency to her trusty and more than capable steward, it was reluctantly that Integra had to acknowledge that certain documents were for her eyes and her eyes alone. Nevertheless, she accepted it as gracefully as any of her duties, and had simply resigned herself to an evening sequestered in her office, pausing only to grudgingly eat the dinner that Walter had ordered brought up to her. Lamb, with artichoke and garlic. Certainly one of her favorite dishes, but admittedly she would have preferred to savor it when in a better mood.
Sitting back now and studying the open manilla folder before her, Integra fixed her teeth around the end of an unlit cigar, the slender length of it bobbing slowly as she chewed at it mercilessly.
To hell with Enrico Maxwell and his entire Iscariot Agency, she grumbled at last, to herself, and sat back to grope deftly through her desk drawer for her matches. She didn't relish a meeting with Enrico himself, infuriating man that he was, but if he was to continually ignore her requests-turned-demands to remove some of his agents from the areas of Britain's and, therefor, her jurisdiction, Integra was more than prepared to get ugly. In as dignified a manner as possible.
And for the love of God, where the hell were her matches?
"Mmm, Iscariot. Who's stepping on whose toes this time?" A deeply resonating voice purred from just behind her, all at once, quite near her ear. There was a quick *snap!* as of a match being struck and out of the dimness, a familiar white-gloved hand curved about to hold the now lit end of a delicate stick of wood towards her.
Having schooled herself by now that it was unwise to give Alucard the pleasure of seeing her startled by his presence, Integra merely grit her teeth and leaned obligingly into the offered flame. Dragging lightly on the cigar and holding the inhalation in her lungs for a moment, feeling the sweet smoke burn her delicate tissue, the head of the Hellsing Agency exhaled a swirling breath and at last turned unimpressed eyes to her less than conventional servant as he materialized completely from the gloom.
"I don't recall extending an invitation to you, Alucard," Integra drawled slowly, flicking the tip of the cigar to dispell the bit of ash already collecting at its smoldering end.
"Do you ever?" The vampire countered, fixing her with a terribly familiar grin that, despite all these years, still unsettled Integra to a degree. She was fully confident in her ability to hold in Alucard's reigns, keeping an otherwise murderous and vastly powerful vampire under her tight control. Yes, if one day Alucard were to ever lose it and wreak utter havoc upon the human race in general, it would not be by her hand. It would not be by any Hellsing hand, she reminded herself darkly. Alucard was a force to contend with, but so was Integra. Regardless, something about the way he leered at her, sometimes, occasionally gave her cause to doubt her own self-assurance.
"That means that I'm busy, Alucard," the woman corrected coolly, her tone firm but without threat of irritation or threat. She knew that such things would only encourage him.
The dark-haired man only fixed her with that same, maniacal smile, exposing the pointed tips of his canines. As per usual in their more intimate meetings, he was not bearing his trademark wide-brimmed hat, nor those eerily reflective orange lenses. There was something a little more reassuring, and yet at the same time unsettling to be able to look him straight in his wildly gleaming, bright claret eyes.
"I'm sure you are."
Integra exhaled a sigh. Once Alucard had a mind to badger her, he was going to badger her, and there was no getting around it. Despite her outward efforts to dismiss him from her presence, however, she could not deny a sighing satisfaction to have some distraction, after hours of paperpushing. She might have preferred tea with Walter to one of Alucard's enigmatic meetings, but company was company.
"Well then. What do you want?" Integra prompted, drawing a long pull from her cigar.
Alucard only slitted his eyes at her in quiet amusement. "Want? Whatever would I want when everything is provided for me right here? Damp basement, stimulating company, chilled packets of medical blood..." He trailed off, grinning insanely as Integra rolled her eyes and prepared some no doubt curt response.
Even as she did so, however, Alucard kept his eyes narrowed, this time in concentration of a peculiar sensation that was beginning to prickle his sinuses. He'd had some whisper of its presence when he'd first phased through the ceiling into the darkness of Integra's large and lavish office, but had dismissed it. Now, it seemed, that flicker of irritation had crystallized itself to a sharp point in the back of his nose, forcing the vampire to draw increasingly shakier, albeit silent breaths.
As it verged on him, the familiarity of the sensation became all too recognizeable, and Alucard clenched his fangs tightly. He hadn't sneezed in many, many years, and for whatever reason, it would seem that his sinuses had deemed it necessary to re-educate him on this act in the presence of his master.
Alucard was far from the type to slink into the shadows and die of embarassment, but there were other people he would have preferred to sneeze in front of rather than Integra Wingates Hellsing.
Moments after executing her biting reply to his not-quite-complaining, the woman in question was mildly surprised to see that Alucard did not grin or leer at her in response, but instead had acquired a somewhat distant and distracted quality to his expression. For a man whose moods seemed to range from amused to insanely amused with little variation in between, open irritation was curious. In fact, it looked as though he were about to...
"Ih-tsshuh!"
Sneeze.
Archly, Integra regarded her servant and companion. She savored the sound on the air for a moment, explosive and awkward as though the action were unfamiliar to him, as well as Alucard's briefly startled expression in the aftermath. "God bless you," she offered with perfect execution a moment later, drawing Alucard's eyes up to her with a splitsecond flash of irritation before he resumed his eerie smiling once more, brushing the tip of a knuckle beneath his nose.
"Thank you."
And he would have been just as happy to leave the action at that, if not for the fact that the delicate prickling at the back of his nose did not seem entirely appeased by the one sneeze. Not to mention that the force of that explosion was now tempting Alucard very strongly to sniff softly in reaction, unaccustomed to the gathering wetness in his nose and eyes. What on earth was this all about?
"As I was saying," Integra cut in smoothly. "If you have any sort of problem with your living arrangements, Alucard, I would be more than happy t--"
"Ih-TSSHhh! Hh..h.. TSSH!"
Integra watched with avid fascination as Alucard's typically unmoveable control faltered for the duration of that simple, irresistable bodily function that until now she had chalked up to being beyond his physical cabilities. How wrong she had been, she mused, as she watched the vampire struggle with a third, upper lip curling delicately back to expose his great, gleaming eyeteeth.
"TSHHeh! H-xxht! ....Ksht! Kxshh!" He seemed to get the hang of stifling for the last three, and pinched them off quickly and cleanly, although bleary-eyed and quite plainly irritated in the aftermath. The vampire gave an alarmingly liquid sniff! and turned baleful eyes to Integra, as though she were the source of his misery.
"Bless," Integra declared again, finding all too much pleasure in saying the word to him. Deftly, she plucked an unused handkerchief from her breast pocket, and offered it out by the tips of her fingers to the clearly irritated vampire. "Now, I don't suppose you could have caught cold," she mused.
Alucard accepted the handkerchief from her, giving a sharp sniff! and whiping delicately at his nose while eyeing her cautiously. Now, that was indeed an unusual but decidedly satisfied expression lighting upon her features, content as a cat who'd just polished off several bowls of cream. Despite the perturbing prospect of his sneezing, the vampire was not one to let a good opportunity go to waste, and presented the woman with a slowly curving smirk. "Not possible." He sniffed again, strongly, into the handkerchief, and while Integra quietly indulged in the sight of the tall, ominous vampire standing there like that, slightly hunched and with the white flash of cloth held about his nose, Alucard's eyes drifted over her desktop, and paused on the abandoned plate of dinner nearby.
"Snff! Garlic," he stated simply.
"Garlic?"
"I'm alle--ah-EXHtshh!" Alucard sneezed, a strangely strangled sound, only half-stifled. And one, apparently, that seemed to please Integra, a woman whose stoic control was legendary.
"Allergic? Fascinating," Integra purred, stubbing out her cigar and closing the manilla folder before her definitively. Paperwork, she decided, could most certainly wait. "Are all vampires... allergic?" If he'd been holding out information on her, she foresaw several harsh restrictions being placed over the vampire's head, but she'd worry about that later.
"All...true vampires," Alucard agreed guardedly, not without a touch of his typical, disdainful pride.
"So..." Integra mulled over the idea with apparent pleasure. "A dirty little secret."
Alucard's grin was wry. "Moreover one I'd forgotten abou--uhhh - hh!!" The wavering of his diction seemed to irritate him more than the actual sneezes. The surging tickle culminated to a surprisingly anticlimactic "Tsshht!", and Alucard lowered the handkerchief again, eyeing her with the same contemplative air. "And, I may add, one that you seem pleased about for whatever reason, my ... master," he hissed the last word, not in contempt but with a maniacal bearing of his fangs.
Rising from her chair, Integra rounded the corner of her desk, plucking a sliced bit of garlic clove from the plate in her passing, and rolling the white wedge over her fingertips as she approached. "I must admit, it's an...interesting development, and not just a little ironic." So many 'traditional' methods of vampire-removal barely caused Alucard to bat an eye. The man was often found grinning with a crucifix between his teeth, for heaven's sake, perhaps perched blasphemously on the altar of an old church. But that so simple a stimulant induced such an... entertaining reaction was not a thing that Integra could ignore.
Not that Alucard minded either, for that matter. So rarely did the woman that held his reigns express any emotion towards him, or anyone for that matter, apart from the occasional smirk, this surge of interest was certainly something that he was curious to test the limits of.
"Is it?"
"Mmhhnn, and much better that I don't have to worry about your health, in the process," Integra murmured, peeling out of her gloves and slipping her palm over his forehead as if to emphasize her point. Usually she avoided touching Alucard if she could at all help it. Whether out of instinct or simply an aversion to the dark power roiling just beneath the surface of his smirking outward appearance, it unnerved her. When they did come in contact, it was usually with the barrier of gloves or coats to protect them. But she was pleased to find this contact curiously human, his flesh smooth and warm beneath her palm and the haphazardly cut strands of his inky bangs brushing silken over her hand.
"You wouldn't anyway," Alucard pointed out with a chuckle, sniffling again, wetly. While pleased to have captured Integra's attention quite so completely, and seemingly without effort, the closeness of that garlic clove was making his eyes water and deftly, he crooked a gloved finger to touch beneath his nose. Snff.
"True," Integra conceded, and touched the tip of the garlic wedge just to the tip of his nose, once his hand was lowered. The thought of Alucard so much as sniffling was never one that she had entertained for more than a passing few seconds. But now, the manner in which the psychotic vampire twitched his nose in flinching reaction was downright hypnotic.
"Heh-tchtt! Uh-hh..." The vampire blinked in vague surprise as Integra, in her close proximity, placed a fingertip to his nose instead and thinned her eyes cautioningly.
"Don't stifle."
Crinkling his nose beneath her touch, Alucard blinked rapidly, allergic tears welling in his fearsome red eyes. "Your wish is my comma--EhhISHhhuh!"
The sound was hard, wet, and released with such a delicious abandon that Integra was hard-pressed not to outright shove the vampire towards the small couch sequestered up against one wall of the office. Even given her amount of sway over his actions, however, she could all but feel the tension and power radiating off of his so typically slouched backwards and grinning figure. And she wasn't about to test the limits.
Sniffling hard, Alucard closed the white flare of the handkerchief over his nose again and peered at Integra. Wonderful. He certainly didn't intend to perform this... "sneezing" thing on a regular basis, but the coy intrigue that flitted into his master's cornflower blue eyes was something that he could get used to. "Now, just what is it you find so entertaining about my sneezing, Miss Hellsing?" He purred as much as he was able, around the sudden nuisance of a running nose.
"Hm-mhnn," Integra murmured as though giving it serious thought, even as her gloved hand slid forward to tilt his jaw upwards, and to the side, examining his elegant facial features from every perspective, thoughtfully.
"It's very human of you." Even when seriously considering jumping the vampire's bones, she couldn't resist getting her digs in.
Fortunately, before Alucard had sufficient time to execute an annoyed response, a different kind of irritation manifested itself across his features. Integra studied the progress carefully as long as she was able, watching his typically insane eyes narrow to ruby slits, like gleaming drops of blood, those wretched fangs born into sight again before the vampire snapped his head aside with a liberating, "Ih-ISSHH!"
As was typical of one suffering from allergies, however, it didn't quite stop there. The vampire managed to draw a quick, catching breath, stepping cautiously backwards before submitting the the next volley of fitful explosions. "Ihhtsccht! Ihttsccht! Hih--SHHhh! Hh..." Hesitantly, Alucard sniffed, wavering. He ignored Integra's lustful eyes until he could eliminate that damned tickle from his...from his... "IHT'Sschhh!"
"Bless you."
Enough of that, Integra decided, and promptly fisted her hands at the lapels of the vampire's signature red coat, urging him towards the couch. Still dismissing the allergic twinge from his nose with an irritable rub, it took Alucard a moment to catch wind of her intentions, and after only a second of private cackling glee in his head, he arrested his master's actions with a ferocious grin.
"Wait, the desk."
Integra paused, raising an eyebrow.
Thinning his eyes in amusement, Alucard clarified. "It's big enough. Right ontop of the Iscariot documents, I insist."
How profoundly unprofessional and childish, Integra mused to herself. But altogether too tempting to resist. "The desk."
Although she had made the initial advances, she was content enough to let him push her back towards the desk, slipping his gloved fingertips around her wrists. Even after the numerous passes he made towards her, some in jest and others not, Integra rarely let him have his way in any situation where she was involved, much less one like this. If she was going to be indulging herself so completely, it only seemed fair to give the beast a little freedom.
"Mhnn, can you stand to be seperated from this for a while?" The Head of Hellsing taunted, tugging at his trademark coat in indication.
"Oh, I think I'll survive."
"We'll see," Integra purred, but stripped the vampire of the long garment anyway. She was as unaccustomed to seeing him without it, much as she presumed that he was unaccustomed to be wearing only his grey vest suit underneath.
He trembled once, as though the loss of its presence chilled him. Knowing full well the impossibility of this, however, Integra angled herself up against her familiar and yet utterly mysterious servant as he shivered tightly with another small fit of sneezing.
"Iht-SHHH! Hih--SHHH! ... ISShhuh! Uhnnn," the vampire groaned softly in the aftermath, pressing the tip of his nose against his shoulder with a wet sniff, and lingering there for a moment. "Tssht!"
"Bless you."
Lifting his head again, grinning monstrously at the olive-suited woman, Alucard pointed out, "It's a little late for that."
Biting back her repartee, Integra allowed the vampire to urge her up against and onto the desk until she was perched on the edge and he was hungrily eyeing the double rows of buttons that bound that olive suit jacket so primly about her relatively buxom form. Oh yes, his master was a subject of his more or less constant fascination. Not always sexually, that urge came and went but never came to fruition, their relationship being largely one of power games. Of darkness and blood. This was an...unusual turn of events.
Sliding his tongue over the tip of one fang, and then on to wet his lips, Alucard smirked viciously as he slid a hand up her hip. "I do wish you'd told me about this sooner."
Arching an eyebrow, Integra allowed him to peel her from the jacket, revealing the thin white blouse beneath that illustrated all too well her increased breathing rate. The tone she replied with was her typical, unimpressed scolding one, but spoken as she tightened a hand around his neck tie and stripped the long red cloth away effortlessly. "Honestly, Alucard, I hardly think it was vital information, especially not for you."
"Nevertheless," Alucard grinned, with some difficulty. He could smell the garlic on her gloves, and while the sensation wasn't as sharp as when she'd pressed the cloved lightly to the tip of his nose, it did twinge allergic at his sinuses, just enough to make his eyes water and breath catch lightly.
Were it not for Integra pulling him aggressively closer at this act, he might have been frustrated by the sneeze that lingered just out of his reach. As it was, the irritating sensation took backseat to the one of his master's mouth closing quite suddenly over his own.
He hadn't quite imagined that Integra would be a good kisser, that she even knew how to, but her lips against his own ignited a rare spark in his consciousness usually only aroused by a particularly gorey and engaging duel with a worthy foe.
Not that this was much different.
Her tongue grazed along his eyeteeth, and Alucard was surprised to have to fight the sudden, aching urge to encourage those motions, sink his fangs down into her tender flesh. Although his diet occasionally included the odd human wrongdoer that he had been allowed to consume, it had been quite some time since he had experienced the actual irrepressable desire to do so. Working for the Hellsing family had tamed him, just a little.
Fortunately, before this desire could turn into actual ferocious need, another urge forced Alucard to break off from savoring the taste of her on his tongue. The unwelcome prickle had risen again, slitting his eyes helplessly as he turned from his master.
"HehTSSHHuh! Iht-hsschht! Hii--ih... iht-TSCCHT!"
Pleasantly surprised by the soft groan that Integra gave as he trembled tightly against her with the force of them, he momentarily damned the surging irritation that prevented him from fully enjoying her arching vulnerability.
"Hih-tscchht!" He crinkled his nose powerfully, breath hitching high in his throat with another wavering 'hih!' before he released a barely suppressed, "Hh-Mmsschh!" against the thin material of her shoulder, as she unexpectedly pulled him down against it.
His soft sniffle sounded near her ear as Alucard lifted his head again, observing with some dismay the evidence of that last sneeze's wetness against her blouse.
"Bless you," Integra sighed out heavily, sliding her hands against his clothing nimbly, but with an increased urgency.
Content to let her go on saying that, despite the slight absurdity of the phrase in context with what he was, Alucard wrinkled his nose against and seemed pleased that the tingling urge has ebbed for the time being. Despite the general misery they wracked on his nose, the sneezes had been beneficial as well in clearing his senses of that momentary bloodlust that had been threatening to creep up on him. Hopefully, he could keep it that way.
Moments later found both significantly less clothed and Alucard looming overtop her on the desk, Iscariot's precious documents flat out beneath them and her telephone already knocked pointedly to the floor. He slid the glasses from the bridge of her nose, contemplated the dimensions of her face without them for a moment, and then let them drop to the floor heedless or whether they shattered or not. The effect was akin to her removal of his coat. Unusual, but not entirely unfamiliar and certainly not unwelcome.
"Nnggh, fuck," Alucard muttered more crudely than usual as Integra's still-gloved hand slid silkily against his exposed hardness, its heat palpable through the thin material.
"Watch your mouth," Integra admonished with a soft snort, tightening the grip of her hand into a quick squeeze for emphasis, and quirking her mouth in dry amusement at the resulting snarlgroan from her dark servant.
She herself was silenced a moment later save for a hiss of breath through her clenched teeth, as Alucard picked that moment to smirk viciously and slide himself quickly, powerfully into her. Bastard had barely given her any preparation, though with the copious amounts of sneezing he'd been doing, lubrication fortunately was not a problem.
She felt, rather than saw Alucard dragging her gloves off with his teeth, as her own head was tossed back with a groan of pleased agony. Her bared hands clenched sharply into his sides, her manicured fingernails threatening to bite sharply into his pale flesh as Integra heard him draw another shivering breath from above her.
"Ehht--IISSchaah!" The vampire sneezed without hesitation across her chest, and slitted his tearing ruby eyes open to observe his master's spine arching more than he thought humanly possible. Which was good, because as much as he'd enjoyed sliding Integra's gloves off and feeling her smooth skin beneath, there had been entirely too much garlic lingering on them for his senses to handle.
"Hehh'ischht! Ehh-ISSchh! Aehh... ugh. Blast, woman, I... ESSCHT! ESSHHUH!"
Sneezing in general tended to annoy him, even as little as he did so. But those had felt awfully good to get out, and the responsive jerk of Integra's hips and the moaning tightening that seized her entire body...well. It drew a gasp from the vampire that surprised even himself. God, when was the last time his head had swum like this, at least while still attached to his shoulders? He barely felt the sharp pinch the woman beneath him gave as he rocked hard into her.
"You," she finished for him, "Will address me as Master. That hasn't changed."
Finding himself grinning, Alucard braced his hands to either side of the Hellsing commander, and drove deeper still if only to delight in the flinching expression of pain that crossed her features at the unexpected suddenness of it. "Is that so? You seem to be at my...heh-hhh... my mercy," he managed around another mounting fit, scrunching his nose tightly. Ugh, wasn't he done yet?
Of course, Integra was anything but vulnerable to the vampire's whims under normal circumstances. She knew it, and he knew it. But watching his fangs clench ferociously in the grip of another sneeze, even through her blurred vision? There was little she could do but tighten herself around him and thank God for this queer allergy that seemed to play quite a number on her companion.
"ESCHHTT! Uhh..."
"Bless you."
"Save--ESCHHT! HehISHHUH! Save your brea-hhh....*sniff!* Your breath."
Attempting not to groan too loudly as his quick sniffle aborted a fourth sneeze, Integra pressed herself all the more tightly against him, feeling the blood well up from where her nails had dug too deeply into his skin. That was rather arousing in and of itself. A thought which Alucard seemed to share as he caught one of her hands and brought it to his mouth, sliding his tongue over the red gloss coating her fingertips.
"Palatable?" She mused, as coherent as she was able even as he dove hard into her and clenched nearly as much as she did with each sneeze.
"Yes."
Integra narrowed her eyes. "You wish it were mine."
"Yesss."
Hmmn.
"Would it turn me?" She got out, stifling a moan with another quick clench of her teeth.
"It isn't quite that simple," Alucard responded with a fiendish grin, even as his vision swam red with a combination of bloodlust and just plain lust. Corporeal. The kind that she was both antagonizing and satisfying with each arch of her hips and jerk of her shoulders and strangled, gruff cry.
"Not even a ghoul?"
"You're too strong for that," he muttered, nuzzling into her white throat, watching it flash as she breathed. Fascinating.
While she didn't entirely understand all the intricacies of vampire creation, despite their having been her subject of interest and occupation for many a year, Integra could sense well enough when Alucard was lying. And the only thing that kept him from plunging those teeth clean into her jugular wasn't for fear of the physical effects, but rather of her reaction. Wise move.
Still, it was a touch she'd wondered about, from time to time. One was bound to, working in this field. That grim sort of kiss wasn't one she specifically longed for. But...curious. Yes. Curious.
"Then do so," she commanded rather than requested, tilting her jaw up a little to bare her carotid artery all that much more.
Alucard hesitated only a moment, nostrils flaring with as deep a breath of her scent as he could manage around the congestion that the allergy had plagued him with. Briefly, he wondered if that dark beast inside him -- no, that consumed him and was his very personality for he had never been innocent -- would be satisfied with merely a taste, a few mouthfuls of her blood.
No matter. His teeth found flesh and bit down, and then there was only Integra's short, sharp inhale and the metallic taste of her life's source flooding into his mouth and coating his tongue. Ohhh god.
Dizzyingly, Integra wondered what had come over her. Was a few bouts of violent sneezing and the sensation of the vampire filling her really all it took for her to submit so easily? No, she admitted darkly to herself. This was something she had considered for some time now, if only in the outermost regions of her subconscious. Alucard would have to do quite a bit more jumping through hoops, the world would have to change quite a bit more if she were to, say, join him in vampirism as he occasionally still requested of her.
But this? This was just plain satisfying.
Long before she approached the brink of unconsciousness, Alucard forced himself with some difficulty to abandon the warm spring that he had so fondly attached himself to. He leaned back, sliding his blood-slick tongue across his fangs like an appeased feline and letting the wound alone lest it never stop.
The quick bite, the fleeting taste had both sated him and electrified his senses, as it always did. Moreso, because it was hers. The gleam of his eyes was brilliant as he leaned back to gaze piercingly down at her, and she glanced lazily back up. Her form was clearer, her taste was richer, and perhaps more annoyingly the omnipresent itchiness in his nose was more or less impossible to deny as he sniffled hard.
"ISCHHH!" Oh, there he went again. "ISHHTahh! Heh-ESCHH-ESchht! ... HEHhkhhscht! Hehishhhah!"
"Nnnghh!" Integra moaned muffledly into his shoulder as she drew him down almost completely atop of her with eyes squeezed tightly closed and hips all but slamming into his.
"EHKSchhht! Hahh-hh... Hah-ESCHHTuh!"
Those had hit her shoulder hard, wet, and as he drew breath for a third she moved, on a whim, to pinch the vampire's nose closed and stare with undisguised arousal into his watering eyes. "Stop."
"Ehh..h..."
"No."
If this was a game, it was a cruel one. Alucard snarled his teeth into view again as his upper lip curled back under the whim of that tickle that fluttered through his sinuses. It settled into the back of his nose and burned insistently, catching his breath desperately and forcing the vampire to blink back tears.
Integra had quite possibly never been more aroused. She watched the delicate tic of Alucard's usually controlled (even if gleefully so) facial features, and was hard-pressed not to clench with orgasm then and there. Not just yet...
"Hehh-..! Hh.."
She released his nose, and nuzzled very briefly the tip of it. Had she been given at all to shrieking, Integra almost may have done just that in alarm at the force and speed with which Alucard sneezed in response.
" HEH'ESCCCHHTT!! "
She climaxed intensely, hard enough to make his head toss back and share in the rush of ecstasy with the culmination of his own so that their mixed cries echoed off the vastly spaced walls of her empty office.
Dazed in the aftermath, Alucard withdrew and sank down directly atop her for the moment to catch his breath, heavy against her strongly built but admittedly smaller form. It was several long moments before Integra could recover herself to speak as well, but did so at length, and with her usual air of dry amusement.
"God bless you, you abominable creature."
Smiling thinly, and already beginning to heft himself off, the vampire sniffled and replied with a simple, concise, "Thank you, my...master."
FIN!
Hellsing and its characters belong to Kohta Hirano, bless him. Not mine. I just draw and write them with a terrifying passion. Okay, well, draw them anyway.
Crossposted fic! I threw this up on Hypnos's forum a while back but it occured to me that I'd never flaunted it around here so...blargh. Here's my big lump of no-ness. Basically just Alucard and Integra getting it on. Takes place at pretty much any point in Hellsing, and they're hopefully not too out of character. Then again, I don't expect too many people in this group to have seen the anime ;) Nevertheless, you should look around some fansites, if you're so inspired. It's a pretty neat series and manga.