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Fall from Grace
Title: Fall from Grace
Author: Eumenides
Fandom: Hellsing
Pairing: Alucard/Anderson
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: non-con, gun kink, bondage
Summary: Shameless pornography masquerading as a story. Alucard and Anderson face off in a warehouse. No spoilers.
The sound of gunfire echoed through the abandoned warehouse as Alexander Anderson dodged the bullet meant for his head, bricks from the wall behind him shattering and spraying their shards forth. Flinging one of his blades in the vampire’s direction, he watched as Alucard deflected the object’s path with his gun, metal grinding against metal.
Unnerved by his failure to best the Hellsing organization’s pet during their last altercation, the paladin had been a bundle of angry energy, itching to burn off his aggression. Hearing about a group of vampires who had made a warehouse on the wrong side of town their haven, Anderson had jumped at the chance to slay some of the undead and hone his skills for his next encounter with the old vampire. The priest was both annoyed and yet strangely pleased when he had entered the building amidst the cries of disintegrating creatures, seeing his newest and most deadly foe, Alucard as the dust of the younger vampires settled.
“Ah, so late, priest,” the vampire had said, a smirk growing on his face. “Must I do all of your work for you?”
And so had begun their latest dance, two beings made more than what they had been due to circumstance. Two foes that perhaps should have been united in a sense of camaraderie, as they were both servants to the same higher power, a fact that wasn’t lost on the vampire.
“Should we even be fighting like this, priest?” Alucard asked. “We are on the same side, after all.”
“Don’t make me laugh!” Anderson replied, swinging a blade in a downward arc toward the vampire’s neck. Alucard blocked it with the barrel of his gun. Anderson tried to push the business end of it closer to his target as metal whined against metal. “The fact that the den of sinners calling itself the Hellsing Organization would use an abomination such as you to do His work is blasphemy!”
That wide, sharp toothed grin was back. Red eyes widened. “And what are you then? You’re not even truly a man anymore. You throw around words like ‘sinner,’ but do you even understand that you’ve become one?”
“How can you even dare try to judge me!” the priest shouted. Anderson slashed at the vampire with the blade in his other hand, but the being shifted, dancing away from him. “I’ll not let you run from me, creature!”
Alucard turned to see the priest sailing toward him, a blade driven toward him with both of the man’s hands. The vampire caught the priest’s wrists as the man tried to press the object downward. It drew blood where it scraped down the vampire’s cheek.
Anderson grinned madly, green eyes glittering with bloodlust. “I’ll finish you,” he growled.
A wide grin broke out over the vampire’s face. Over the years, he’d fought and killed many, human and undead. The deaths had started to become so easy that he’d begun to forget the thrill to be had from battle with an equal. The exhilaration to be found at the possibility of losing his immortal life to one worthy of the honor. Anderson seemed to be his match in both ferocity and the passion of his beliefs.
“You should see yourself, priest,” Alucard remarked, laughing. “Such passion in those eyes. Is the sight of my blood so arousing to you?”
“Shut up!” Anderson shouted as he attempted to bury his long blade in the vampire’s body and be done with it all.
In a burst of energy, Alucard pushed the priest backwards. The man lost his footing and fell supine on the ground with the vampire on top of him, the breath knocked out of him. His blade clattered noisily to the concrete floor. Alucard grinned as he straddled the man, holding both of the priest’s hands firmly over his head.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Anderson demanded to know as he tried to buck the mischievous creature off of himself. He watched as the creature pulled off his red cravat with one hand, binding the priest’s hands firmly together with it.
“I’m going to teach you about real sin, priest,” Alucard replied, a strange gleam in his red eyes. Leaning over, he grasped Anderson’s discarded blade. Seeing the trail of his own blood marring the silver of the shaft, the vampire ran his tongue along the surface, lapping the red substance from it as the priest winced in disgust. Grinning, Alucard plunged the blade into the concrete through the priest’s restraints, pinning the man’s hands to the floor.
Anderson continued to attempt to buck the creature off, until he realized the effect that his motions were having on the vampire. He moved away from the hardening flesh between the vampire’s legs as if burned. Alucard noticed the motion, chuckling as he began to loosen his clothing with one hand as he trailed suggestively along the priest’s chest with the other.
“You filthy, vile creature!” Anderson spat as he struggled to no avail against his bindings. “Don’t you even dare try to do this to me, or so help me God, I’ll-”
He was interrupted by the vampire’s laughter. Alucard leaned down until he was mere inches from the paladin’s face, red eyes sparkling with mirth and lust. “You really think that He’ll listen to you? Do you really think that He’ll let you into His heaven with all the things that you’ve done?”
Alucard loomed closer as Anderson turned his face away angrily. The man felt the vampire’s cool breath on the side of his neck. “Oh, no,” the vampire murmured close to the priest’s ear. “You are a damned thing, just like me. Creatures such as us belong together, don’t you think?”
A cool tongue was drawn against the priest’s cheek as he grimaced. A deft hand began to unfasten the buttons to his robes. He could hardly believe what was about to happen to him at his enemy’s hands.
“Hmm? No more struggling?” Alucard asked. “Maybe you want this,” he murmured into the man’s ear.
“I won’t give you the satisfaction,” Anderson spat. If he were to be violated, he’d retain as much of his dignity as he could.
Alucard loomed over the man as he propped himself up on an arm, wanting to watch the changes coming over the priest’s face. He wondered how much of pleasures of the flesh that the man had experienced before taking his vows of celibacy. The vampire grinned as he snuck a hand into Anderson’s pants. In any event, he doubted that the man’s activities included what he intended to show him tonight.
Anderson gritted his teeth as his cock was stroked by a deft hand. He could hardly remember the last time that he’d touched himself. He’d had urges before, to do that and more, but meditation and prayer usually took care of them. Shifting beneath the vampire, the priest had no intention of giving any kind of verbal signs of distaste, since he thought that this behavior was a way of his enemy attempting to break and humiliate him. But when Alucard’s gloved thumb slid across the slit in the head of his cock, Anderson found himself only partially able to choke back a groan.
Alucard took a break from lapping at the shell of the priest’s ear to murmur into it, “I know that you’re enjoying this. I don’t mind if you cry out, if you need to.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, vampire,” Anderson retorted in a strained voice.
The only response that the paladin received was a chuckle as Alucard pulled back to grasp hold of the man’s pants and underwear, pulling both down to his ankles in one motion. With the vampire’s weight removed, Anderson tried to kick his foe backward. Grinning, Alucard grasped his ankles, sinking his teeth into one of the priest’s soft calves as the man yelped. He suckled at the twin holes he had made. Pulling back, Alucard licked Anderson’s blood from his lips as the man grimaced at the motion.
“That wasn’t very nice,” the vampire said. “And here I was going to be gentle with you. If you like rough housing, I can give you that.”
To the priest’s surprise, Alucard grasped his thighs, pushing them far upward and exposing the man embarrassingly. Anderson got more of a surprise as a cool, moist tongue began to lave the entrance to his nether region, noisily at that. When the pink muscle breeched the orifice to slither inside, the priest’s head smacked against the concrete floor noisily, the pain reverberating through his skull in a similar way as waves of pleasure did from his core. Alucard managed to chuckle somehow, even though his mouth was well occupied.
Anderson bit his lip as he arched his back, trying his best to keep from crying out from the sensations assaulting him. He let out the breath that he wasn’t aware that he was holding when the vampire paused. Opening his eyes and peering through his raised legs, Anderson was greeted with the sight of the vampire treating the barrel of his gun in a way that was quickly making the priest’s cock very jealous. That pink tongue slithered wetly around the long steel shaft as the vampire eyed him lewdly. The paladin tried to pretend that seeing the vampire treat his gun in such a fashion didn’t make his cock throb painfully, but exposed as he was, the man’s state of arousal was all too noticeable.
Alucard pulled away wetly from his weapon, a trail of saliva connecting his lower lip and the shaft before it thinned and broke. “You seem to like it,” he remarked, gesturing to his gun, “when it’s in my mouth. Let’s see how you like it when it’s elsewhere.”
The priest gasped as he felt the barrel pressed bluntly against his entrance. More pressure had the steel shaft slipping inside of him. Saliva made a poor lubricant, so even the smooth steel began to grate against the walls of his passage after a few thrusts. Anderson tried to twist away from the invasion, but the vampire had a firm hold of his thigh. The man’s wrists chaffed as much as his passage from the tight bindings around them.
Alucard noticed the priest’s squirming. “If you can’t take my gun, how do you expect to take me? I’m much thicker than this, I’ll have you know.”
Blushing and shivering from more than embarrassment despite the discomfort, Anderson panted. “You sick, depraved thing! You have no shame, no remaining shred of morality that you would do this to me!”
A wide grin blossomed on the vampire’s face. “In life, I was the kind of man who made his own rules. You can’t expect me to change now.”
Alucard allowed his eyes to fall to the view of his gun pumping in and out of the priest. The sparkling silver was marred by traces of the priest’s blood. Drawing it out, the vampire lapped the redness from the barrel. “Besides,” he told the man, ignoring the epithets that were thrown at him by the man’s acid tongue, “You’re acting so scandalized when your cock is weeping to have me bury myself deep within you.” Alucard grasped Anderson’s hard shaft, spreading the pearly moisture over the head. The priest was barely able to surpress a moan.
“Hmm,” the vampire pondered as he moved the hand stroking the priest’s cock into his open pants to stroke his own. “What to use? Saliva tends to dry. And blood’s fine for the first few strokes,” he said, noting the red trickle down Anderson’s crevice, “but it tends to get sticky. Coagulation, and all that,” he said, grinning as the priest scowled up at him.
He tore his hand away from the deliciousness that had been stroking his cock to fish in his pocket. Making a pleased sound as he smiled broadly, the vampire produced a small bottle of oil for his gun. Of course, it wasn’t intended for use on human skin, much less internally, but it was better than damaging the priest too much. As Anderson watched the vampire spread the substance on his stiff erection, he made a last attempt at freeing himself. His bindings and the vampire strengthening his grip on his thigh held the paladin firm.
Making a displeased sound as he shook his head, Alucard took his free hand and squeezed the priest’s cock firmly enough to earn a yelp. “You need to learn to behave yourself,” Alucard said as he positioned the man for a good angle of penetration. “Just think of how a lesser vampire would have treated you.”
“A lesser vampire would have killed me and been done with it,” Anderson growled, trying to prepare himself for what was to come as he felt the vampire’s cock poke him bluntly.
“Perhaps,” Alucard conceded, smirking. “But a cheap vampire deserves neither your blood nor your virgin ass.”
“You crude-,” the priest began, his diatribe cut off by the rough thrust that had half the vampire’s length buried within him. Another similar thrust had Alucard plunging balls deep into the man as he cried out.
Alucard gave a drawn out groan as he savored the clenching tightness of the priest’s rear. Grasping the man’s thighs firmly, he set up a punishing rhythm that had Anderson’s gritted teeth clattering against each other. The priest groaned through his teeth, not entirely from pain to his dismay. Though the stretch of his passage had initially been painful, the continued stroking of his walls began to morph into a strange pleasure that he’d never felt before.
“Bastard,” the paladin bit out. “Wait ‘til I get out of these. I’ll cut that perverted head of yours from your body!”
“Stop complaining,” Alucard responded, taking deep but unneeded breaths as he continued to pound the yielding flesh of the priest’s rear. “We both know that you’re enjoying this. It’s just your pride talking. Isn’t losing a little of that pride worth the pleasure that I’m giving you?” Had he expected an answer, he wouldn’t have received one.
Anderson found his body arching uncontrollably as the vampire changed the angle of his thrusts, the waves of resulting pleasure making his body act of its own volition. On each plunge that followed, the paladin made strangled groans, ashamed that his body was fast betraying him. Meanwhile, Alucard grinned with delight, taking in the sight of the man’s cock dribbling over his belly. More excited, the vampire picked up his pace, practically knocking the breath from the writhing man.
Although Alucard likely had the stamina to continue much longer, the paladin did not. Keening through gritted teeth, he emptied himself onto his belly in a shower of pearly fluid. Alucard continued to bury himself in the constricting passage until the tightness undid him. Growling, he poured cool seed into the priest’s bowels. Groaning as he withdrew, the vampire watched the trickle of fluid down the man’s crevice before allowing his legs to fall to the floor as he grunted.
Panting, Anderson frowned, all remaining pleasure having fled in the face of a lingering soreness. “When I get up from here, I am going to end your miserable life,” he growled.
Alucard smirked. “So much for pillow talk.”
End.
Tags: alucard/anderson, fan fiction, hellsing
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