A/N: I've been swallowed. And I'm sorta stuck in the gut of Hellsing. It'd be nice if someone mixed up some Ipecac to get me out for a little bit; I need to work on my Escaflowne stuff…
So, I know I should be working on my Esca-story, get that finished and get to work on the next one, but damnit; my mind is plagued, almost permanently, by Hellsing. The only thing that seems capable of pervading these thoughts is Naruto. Blargh.
Pairing: SerasXHans
Why: There aren't enough of these. There's never enough of my favorite pairings.
Warning: Limey content. I don't think it's enough to warrant being booted; it fits within the MATURE catagory. I don't see what is so difficult about setting parental blocks on your computer...seriously, if you don't want your children reading stories with smut in them then use that capability. Even more so immature children shouldn't be on computers anyways.
I tried liking RipXHans, but I can't do it…I'm not a big fan of Yuri, I don't hate it or anything like that, but it just doesn't pertain to me…I'm a RipXZorin supporter, so seeing Rip with someone other than Zorin is strange. At least to me. Pip won't be in here much either…I like PipXSeras, but this is not a PipXSeras fic. I dunno what's even going to happen in here…ugh…
Enough of my babbling.
"Talking"
'Seras Thoughts'
'Psychic Conversation'
Speaking Alucard speaking
A warm, soft glove cradled her face gently and she peered up to the half-naked werewolf kneeling by her. Her body, severely damaged, wasn't healing as fast as it could; Pip's blood had sated a deep-set hunger, sure, granted her near full access to her vampire powers, but still it wasn't quite enough. To add to this fact she was still a fledgling, really, just barely spreading her wings to their fullest extent, and in comparison to the wolf before her she was so green it was almost embarrassing.
He had over a hundred and fifty years of experience over her: 150 years to learn fighting techniques, 150 years to learn and know about true vampires, 150 years to see so much more than she ever thought imaginable.
The gentle hand that cradled her face lifted her head up completely, cool eyes gazing at her with a strange blankness that unnerved her even more up close, and then its twin grabbed the back of her uniform and lifted her to her knees. What was he doing? Was this some strange sort of ritual before killing?
'We've got to find some way to hit this fucker and keep him down for good…'
The Captain's voice in her head spoke the truth, sure, but something felt wrong about the situation. She wasn't quite sure what, or if she was even correct, but if she struck now, she felt as though she'd miss out on something important. During the fight so far he had been vicious, sure, but she had no doubt in her mind that he could've killed her at several points if he felt like it. But why hadn't he? She was the enemy, they had spoke of putting out the flame that was Hellsing, so why was she still alive?
The Millennium Captain merely watched her carefully, tilting his head just slightly as though wondering something, and then he leant in and inhaled near her ear just faintly. If she had been alive she would've been blushing, hell there were times where even while dead she could still blush, but she wasn't now and that confused her. What on earth did he think he was doing? Did she smell strange to him? His hand trailed from her cheek up to her hair, the long digits threading through the locks gently, almost as though he were afraid of something. What, though, she didn't know.
"What are you doing?" She finally asked, voice quiet and shaking slightly. "We're in the middle of a fight; there's no time for this!"
"…."
He didn't respond, not even a faint grunt or snort. He merely inhaled deeply once again, as though to find something hidden beneath the smell of blood, gunpowder and dust. A final inhale and he tilted his head before turning her face to his. A moment where their eyes locked and then Seras blushed when the male leaned in and kissed her softly; a faintly, barely there brush of the lips before his arm yanked her neck once again to the side.
Police girl! Don't let him sink those fangs into your neck! Her master barked at her and she snapped out of her shock to push away from him and flip onto a nearby crate. Don't lose track of the fact that you're fighting him! If he bites you there will be trouble!
She didn't know what kind of trouble, wasn't going to ask what kind of trouble, and didn't care what kind of trouble; she centered her thoughts on eradicating the male before her as that was the duty charged to her by Sir Integra. She wouldn't fail her or Master; she'd prove herself to be just as valuable once again. She dodged to the side quickly when the werewolf sprang to action, lunging at her head-on. It was a dangerous, and to her foolish, move, yet the nagging feeling in her stomach told her something was not right with the situation. That nagging was fueled by the hazed over look in his wolfen eyes; a red tinge had overtaken the normally calm and composed gaze.
'Has he sunken into bloodlust or something?' Seras pondered, once again dodging another attack, this time from the extending wolf head that came in part with his shifting forms. What the hell was he doing? None of his attacks, though head on, would be fatal if they connected, and though it would seem the perfect opportunity to grab something silver and jam it in his chest that would require letting him bite her. She wasn't going to go against her master's orders; he knew what he was talking about and she didn't.
'Careful, Mignonette,' Captain Pip said quietly, 'I don't like his movements, and like ze Alucard said, don't let 'im bite you.'
'Do you know why?'
There was silence for a moment, and then he responded with a quick, and blunt, 'No'.
Another backflip, another missed attack, and Seras scowled heavily as she watched the haze grow more vibrant. She couldn't spend the whole fight flipping away from him as she was running about of fuel, and what kind of fight would it be anyways? It was more like a twisted and deadly game of cat and mouse, or wolf and bunny…not that she would ever think of herself as a bunny.
"Damnit…!" She hissed when his fangs just barely grazed her side. It wasn't enough to draw blood, just that faint tickle of a tooth gently trailing flesh. How the hell was she supposed to attack him when he kept just a tight offensive position?! She was stuck, literally in defensive; not even the vampiric powers she had were helping her. She had to limit her use of them as the more she used them the hungrier she got, and she even contemplated chomping on his flesh and sucking out his blood just to sate the growing hunger in her gut.
Glancing to the red eyes watching her carefully she bit her lip, finding that gaze to be screaming "Hold still". It was steadily becoming unnerving, even more so than before, and she scanned her surroundings quickly for a weapon that would help put her on the offensive. Another leap, another shattering of crate at impact, and she used the items raining from the sky as cover to reach a short blade that lay forgotten with the empty custom gun the werewolf had wielded. This meant turning her back on him, just for a second, but with Pip watching out for her she was certain she wouldn't be trapped in danger position for too long.
Naturally she was wrong; the werewolf merely used his super human strength to toss a rather large crate at her, successfully blocking her movements and perception of his movements. She pushed backwards, eyes growing wide when her back collided with a strong frame behind her and muscled arms wrapped around her torso tightly, trapping her arm to her side and pulling her away from the crate as it collided. Pip, utilizing the shifting shadows that her left arm currently consisted of, attempted to use that ability to their advantage by taking the blade in her restrained arm and jamming it into his flesh.
Just for the blade to shatter like glass, leaving not a scratch on the flesh.
A yelp escaped Seras' lips when the wolf sent her into the wall with a strong arm, the hand never leaving her shoulder and the painful grip never loosening. Her head crashed against the metal before her whole body was pressed against the cool wall, his right behind her.
'What the hell?!'
He was sniffing her neck again, this time a low growl rumbling through his chest and throat, vibrating into her back; what was it that he found? What on earth was his problem?!
"Get offa me!" She yelled, slamming a reformed section of her left arm into his side to send him flying backwards. She went with him, as his grip never faltered in the slightest, and they crashed against the floor, tumbling a moment before he amended their position at the stop. He had her pinned.
This incredibly handsome werewolf –He's the bloody enemy!- Had her pinned to the floor and she was too stunned to do much but look up at him helplessly. She could breakdown and reform somewhere else, but with the ever growing hunger in her gut that was slowly fading from the options list; if she did so there would be no way she'd have enough energy to continue a proper fight. The only thing she could do now was focus on preventing him from biting her neck.
Peering up into his eyes once again she found they had hazed over to such a vibrant shade of red it was almost hypnotizing. As entrancing as they were, however, the fear they inspired was even greater; not just the fear she felt for him, but her previous fear of herself. Had she looked like this when she had sunk into her bloodlust? Was this fear the same Sir Integra had felt when Hellsing had come under the attack of Luke and Jan Valentine?
Another growl, this one more vocal than the last, and his lips curled to reveal shining fangs. The faint trail of saliva that trailed down his bottom lip hit the corner of her mouth, and she had to do her best to restrain the shudder of worry that wracked her body. She wasn't going to officially let him know how scared she was; he already knew, she knew, but there was no way she was going to look the part of the terrified kitten. She wasn't Kitten anymore, damnit! She wasn't Police Girl! She was Seras Victoria, a true Draculina!
This time the werewolf snarled loudly, lifting her by the shoulders lightly and slamming her back down; where had his gentler side gone? What triggered this sudden change? She didn't understand!
Another slam and her vision was swimming; all she could do was grab his neck tightly. She wouldn't unleash her grip on his neck for it was the only thing keeping him from her neck now and maybe, she pondered as her mind swam, she'd be able to choke him enough that he would pass out. Unlikely, given the muscles under her hands were straining with more power than she was beginning to be able to handle. If she kept this up she'd drop from hunger. She remembered Sir Integra's orders to stay alive, if she didn't she'd be a failure and she couldn't stomach that. But her options were waning with her strength.
And he knew it too.
He was toying with her again; dragging it out to drain her energy. What he would do with her once she was out of power was unknown, but she knew it couldn't be good. To be helpless around these people meant trouble, no doubt about that. She didn't even know what was happening with Sir Integra! She had to beat the werewolf and then rejoin her Master's Master!
'Shitfuck…if we don't do something soon we're screwed!' Pip was shouting, and Seras winced faintly as all the thoughts coursed through her mind. The cranial abuse, along with her racing thoughts and Pip's loudness was giving her a headache and she couldn't spare the energy to make it go away. She just had to grit her teeth and bear it like anyone else would.
She didn't know how long they struggled like this and she didn't care; she was getting tired and longed to just shut herself away in her coffin and sleep a while…
Large hands wrapped around her wrists finally and ripped them from the neck she had been gripping tightly. They were slammed to the floor where she felt a few of the bones in her hands and wrists crack, and the snarling visage lowered to her throat. A warm, thick appendage trailed up to her ear, leaving a wet trail that cooled quickly in the air around them, and repeated the process a moment later. The action wasn't new to her; she had dated plenty of guys and had made out with them, but this was a far different situation…
The snarling turned to low growling once again, she figured he had been pissed before, but was officially appeased with his access to her throat. No amount of struggling was ridding her body of the male atop her, and she clenched her teeth in anger and frustration: she wouldn't be the kitten anymore, damnit! She didn't want to be that shy, blushing, naïve fool anymore!
That warm tongue slid up her neck again, this time trailing over her cheek to the corner of her eye where a single angry tear had escaped her eye. Her broken wrist was freed from the pained grip he had held it in, and the gloved hand cupped her cheek gently again. There was that false gentleness again…that strange, soft touch that would lull any normal person into a sense of comfort, but she could feel the threat lingering just beneath the surface. She could feel the death lingering under that glove…if he chose to he could smash her head in with that dangerous hand and all would be finished for her.
"Get off of me," she stated again, determined not to give up 'til the end.
He ignored her, like she figured he would, and though her wrists were slowly healing of their own accord they weren't healing nearly a quarter as fast as they should've been. She cursed her stupidity for not drinking more blood. She cursed her incapability to accept what she had become prior to Captain Pip being killed…
If she had been doing this longer…
Too late to think on that, wouldn't you say, Seras Victoria?
Her Master's voice was chiding, but not overly so; he didn't have to shove it in her face for she knew how foolish she had been. But they both knew there had been a good reason…or at least, a viable reason for her fear. The thought of immediately becoming the monster her Master was even still frightened her…
The werewolf's jaws closing gently on her shoulder dragged her from her cursing, and she vocally cursed herself for losing track of the situation. He adjusted his position over her again, pushing her closer to the floor with his actions, and with a blush she realized he was grinding his hips against hers. Perhaps if she were able to, she'd lodge her foot between them and push him away, then maybe lead him from the blimp to a place where she could get some blood in her gut and continue the fight properly. But she knew there was no way that was happening: he had her pushed too close to his body and the floor that even squirming with nigh impossible.
Some slight pressure to the junction of neck and shoulder and she cringed faintly. She could feel every point of the teeth poking her flesh, and the cringe merely increased when the pressure increased to the point where the sharp points pricked her flesh.
'Shit.'
Both she and Pip had said it at the same time: they were fucked.
A loud growl, a shift of his body, the tensing of his jaw muscles and those fangs torn through her flesh, eliciting a cry of pain from her pale throat. His jaws continued to tighten, as though he were getting ready to tear a chunk of flesh from her shoulder, and he even shook his head with a snarl, tearing more flesh and tissue. Unwillingly her back arched to him, a gasp escaped her lips as a faint fact was slowly dragged to the surface: she was feeling pleasure.
Incredible pleasure.
Another gasp as his hand went from her face to slipping to her back, holding her in that arched position, and his hips ground into hers more fervently. His teeth retracted from the wound, his tongue lapped at it solidly, helping to close the wound. Weak and incapable of fighting in the slightest she was at his mercy; what was the point of biting her? She didn't understand, didn't care either for the fact that there was an almost painful throbbing in her clit that told her she had truly enjoyed what he had done.
A familiar pressure suddenly filled her mind; it was the feeling of a mind entering her own, and Pip was beginning to feel angry, though there was nothing he could do about the new intrusion.
'Lovely Fraulein.'
Oh no…
That did not just happen…
What the bloody hell was he doing in her mind?! Was that even him?!
'You're hungry, my Fraulein…'
Her hunger was forgotten, to be honest; she was terror stricken by what was happening.
'Come along, Fraulein, take from me.'
What the hell? Was he actually serious? He wanted her to bite him? What the hell was wrong with him?!
'Seras-girl, don't do it; I know you're hungry but he's baiting you,' Pip called from far back in her mind. What was he baiting her into, though? Perhaps his blood would poison her and she would die painfully? Did he have to bite her in order to make this psychic connection? She didn't believe that was the case, but there was a lot about her world that she had yet to discover.
His hips ground into hers again, his arm pulled her even closer to him if such an act was possible, and he growled by her ear to drag her attention back to him. 'You're starving, Fraulein, so take my blood. After all, you don't vant to just give in, do you? You vant to fight, you vant to prove yourself, so take this indulgence.'
If he could speak to her mentally, then he could read her thoughts no problem. She remembered this now: her Master often did that, and then proceeded to make fun of her all day about something.
Truly, it was quite aggravating.
'I want to fight…I really do…but there's something wrong with this…' she thought carefully, shielding her mind from the intruder as best as she could. What she got was a painful slam against her weak mental barrier, and a low warning growl from the man atop her. Blocking him out was not a good thing…
'I vill not tell you again, Fraulein; take from me now.'
The werewolf tilted his throat to her and her superior, even while starving, senses locked on the pulsing artery just beneath the flesh of his neck. Through her hunger she could smell the blood rushing through his veins, taste it like it was right on her tongue, and her stomach gave a painful lurch in demand. She wanted to take his blood, just to stop the ache in her belly; just to stop the throbbing in her nether regions. God, why was she so aroused by this man?! It wasn't right! Had he used some kind of werewolf persuasion on her or something?
Incapable of stopping herself she slowly opened her jaws, if she had a heart beat she was certain it'd be thumping wildly by then, and leaned forward slowly. Her tongue touched the hot flesh, the taste of salty sweat and gunpowder tingling her taste buds before the throbbing of the artery pulled her whole attention. If she could just drain him completely…
Her fangs teased the surprisingly soft flesh, and before she could stop herself she opened her mouth wider, readied to bite even though she could hear Pip's faint voice in the back of her head yelling at her to not do it. A second later and her fangs ripped through the werewolf Captain's flesh, his delicious blood spilling into her mouth as he groaned loudly. His hips paused in their motion, his body shuddered faintly and a faint whine sounded in her ear. His blood was incredible; pure, untainted, werewolf blood…
A rich surge of energy coursed through her body, her growling stomach stopped all and was even doing cartwheels in glee. After the initial mouthful she noted a strange tasted has invaded his blood, one that made the throbbing in her groin even worse. She knew by instinct that it was pleasure, beautiful pleasurable release…
Embarrassment flooded her chest when she realized that the wolf hadn't just been intimidating her; he had been dry humping her, and upon her biting him he had reached his climax…
She bit a little harder to let him know she was peeved, and one fang hit something hard and unnatural. She didn't care to figure out what it was, and it hadn't even registered in her mind what it could've been, so she added more pressure just to feel the thing snap in half. Her body froze a moment later.
It was as though someone had just encased her in ice. She was incapable of moving, her body felt oddly chilled, and a slight jolt had gone up the left side of her face.
'Good Fraulein,' he whispered softly to her mind, nuzzling her neck, 'Release me.'
Though she didn't want to she did as he ordered, licking up a trail of bloody saliva and watching the wound close immediately. Her hunger was gone. Her senses were even keener than they had been before and as the man pulled away she suddenly felt very calm, and very warm.
'Such an obedient Fraulein…'
There was that glove again, stroking her cheek softly before his lips descended to her own.
She didn't argue this time; she opened her mouth on his command, allowing him access to her mouth even though the action was strange to her. They were enemies…
Her hand trailed up his neck, finally broken from her feeding moment, and felt the strange lump in his neck. Had he been implanted with a FREAK chip too? Even though he was an original?
'To control, Fraulein, to control only, and you broke that chain.'
She was uncertain of whether that was a good thing or not. Her body had mended itself already, faster than even before, and she was positive she was supposed to have broken from his grip by now and once again started to fight him, but it didn't seem as though that was happening. In fact, it was quite the opposite; they were sucking face, for a lack of any better way to put it. His hand trailed down her side as he ravaged her mouth, almost harshly, and that red haze had yet to disperse. So caught up with that fact she was that she failed to notice his hand had slipped under her skirt, and it wasn't until his finger ran a solid strong along her slit through her panties did she snap out of her haze. She squeaked, pulling away as best she could to try a protest, but he would not allow her to escape. His finger made another trail over her soaked womanhood, and a growl of approval filled her mouth.
She began squirming beneath him, whimpering in his mouth as he nudged open her knees with one of his own, and then that finger had better access to her womanhood than before. It pulled her panties aside, trailed up her slit once more before retreating. He pulled away from her finally, holding her by the shoulder as he used his teeth to remove the glove; she didn't miss the tongue that slid over the tip of it, catching her fluid before flinging it to the side. The now naked hand went back to her groin, pushing her panties to the side once again and quickly finding that throbbing bundle of nerves at the beginning of her slit. The thumb pushed it forward before his index pushed the fleshy hood up to expose the thinnest of flesh. Her body jumped when he rubbed it again, and her protests slowly became softer and softer until they were but mewls lost in his neck.
Still rubbing her clit with his thumb, a finger slid down into the awaiting passage, making her gasp lightly and moan quietly as it danced within her. She had never done this with anyone, and though she knew she was supposed to be pushing him off, or demanding he stop, she couldn't bring herself to do it. A second finger pushed within her slowly and he alternated between pumping them in and out of her, and scissoring them in her tight passage.
'You're too tight, Fraulein.'
She didn't care at that point; her hips were bucking against his hand as a third finger invaded her body. It hurt just a bit, but that was quickly amended when his fingers found two points in her passage a rubbed them roughly. A faint cry escaped her lips, her body tensed, her muscles clamped on his fingers and liquid flowed around the digits. He removed the liquid coated fingers a moment later, licking them clean without a break in the stoic features, though that red haze…
Oh, he was taken such immense pleasure out of this…
She could see it in those red eyes.
There'll be no escaping him now, Seras. He's got you for good.
A/N: I had intended this to be a oneshot, with a vague relationship…and look at what I got? Multichapter porn. That's really all there is to it…Hans is a free and horny werewolf; can you blame him? Seriously. I dunno…I just wanted to read what I wanted, and because there are SO few fics involving a horny Hans, well…you just gotta do stuff on your own, huh? There's a story on Deviant, called "Hans Off" by Misali-aka-Besu, and if you're a Hans fangirl, and enjoy reading about him being sexy, I suggest you read that.
I'm horrible with Pip's accent…I didn't even bother going through and adding "Z"s everywhere…As for the German, that I'm almost used to. Pip won't be around anymore...well…that's not all true; he's going to be so faint in the background that he's hardly there.