Benji was the quickest to react after Seras launched herself and Hans away from them. He was not usually one to run away from a fight, but, when a borderline mute werewolf captain advised him, he was inclined to listen.

Most of his men stood dumbfounded for a few moments after their supernatural companions departed. Granted, none of the new recruits had borne witness to Seras incredible strength before, and seeing her jump headfirst through a reinforced door was quite the spectacle.

It was, however, Benji's job to keep them focused; all of them were hardened soldiers, and they should really act as such.

"Move!" Benji shouted, returning his men to their senses, before turning the way they had came.

He took off at a sprint, his men soon following, the sounds ominous echoes of werewolf growls chasing them back to the surface.

Benji and his men exited the tunnel just in time to see four black vans come to a rumbling halt on the dirt roads behind the rundown warehouse. Weapons were drawn and cover taken. Clicks of safeties being turned off, and forty-millimeter grenades being loaded cut through the silence like a knife.

Almost all his men were equipped with M4A1 assault rifles with under barrel grenade launchers, but he, Collin and Jonas had been the first ones to arrive and had used their spare time to go shopping.

Colin had just finished setting up the fruits of their labor, an eighty millimeter Breda Folgore recoilless rifle, complete with HEAT ammunition.

Men in prayer uniform shuffled out of the cars, each bristling with handguns and explosives. From the lead vehicle stepped a woman, her face wreathed in bandages, holding a pair of silver pistols, and the long barrel of a Dragunov SVD poking over her left shoulder.

All stopped when they saw the veritable arsenal of gun barrels pointed at them.

Some of her men moved to ready themselves for combat, but Heinkel waved them down, she recognized the American made guns leveled at them. The people in front of them were certainly not Millennium, and she could hazard a guess at their true identities, Hellsing. And, if it was Hellsing, then there was probably a familiar vampire somewhere close by with a twenty-millimeter anti-tank rifle trained on her forehead.

"Stand down, in the name of Vatican Section Thirteen, the Iscariot Organization" Heinkel shouted, her voice unnaturally deep and gravely. When the Millennium captain had shot her, the bullet had damaged her windpipe, further lowering her already low pitch.

"No," Benji replied, deadpanning completely.

"No?" Heinkel was incredulous.

"No, we are here representing the Hellsing Organization, and we have reason to believe that this area is controlled by Millenium remnants."

Her suspicions confirmed, Heinkel pressed on, her German accent faded and damaged by the partial reconstruction of her face done by a certain werewolf, "Hellsing has no business here, leave at once."

"It was London that Millenium attacked, not Rome, if Millenium is here, then we have business here. "

Heinkel was readying her response, but Benji plowed on, "Plus, I have two very good reasons you why you should not go down there."

As if on cue, a man came stumbling out of the trap door, bright blue flames lapping hungrily at his clothes.

The man ignored the confused soldiers in front of him, preferring to run out of the shed into the open, hands desperately tearing at his coat. He threw the burning cloth away, briefly spared from the flame's azure embrace. Until a wayward tendril sneaked its way to his fingers.

As soon as the flames touched his skin, it ignited. The man was instantly engulfed in the blue fire. It was as if we were drenched in gasoline. He fell, flailing wildly in the dirt, his screams echoing into the silent standoff.

"That was not the work of a vampire," Heinkel stated.

"No, it wasn't," Benji confirmed, keeping his voice level, and hoping the dark of night had masked the flicker of concern that had flashed across his face.

"Who?" Heinkel asked.

"You're not currently in a position to be asking questions."

Heinkel scowled at the unruly mercenary.

"Besides, would it not be in your best interest to let us handle this?"

Heinkel remained silent, although the slight stiffening of her spine was all Benji needed to know she had heard him.

Benji's voice changed from that of a focused soldier to that of a commander, explaining orders, "The man who just ran by us, he was not wearing a swastika or a German military uniform. This leads me to believe that the men here are not directly attached to Millennium. Furthermore, this facility appears to have been in use for the past fifty years. I believe it was used to make freak chips, something your predecessor would not stand for."

Heinkels breath hitched, realizing the implications of Benji's explanation just before he uttered them

"All this makes me think that someone in the Vatican was deliberately hiding it from you. Such open infighting in the Church could have dangerous repercussions, don't you think?"

Benji's mouth curled into a half smile of relief and satisfaction as Heinkel raised her hand, her troops releasing their holds on their weapons. None of her men needed to die today, and if what the annoying captain said was true, then she would be needing every trustworthy man or woman that she could find.

But, she realized, there was still a few pieces of information she could gain. Primarily, the identity of Hellsing's newest monster. So, she pulled back, taking her men and their vehicles back up the dirt road, not nearly as far back as Benji might have hoped, using binoculars to observe him and his soldiers from a distance.

After Iscariot's departure, Benji set about dividing his troops into two groups. At some point, the screams echoing through the halls had stopped, and yet, neither Hans nor Seras had returned, and he had no interest in encountering any other branches of the Catholic Church.

He, Colin, and fifteen of his men ventured back into the metal tunnel, while eighteen others, led by his second in command, Mell, stayed behind with orders to shoot anything that moved.

The smell hit them far before they made it to the end of the hall, burning flesh, soot, and ash. Some of his men pulled bandanas, scarves or balaclavas over their mouths in an attempt to block out the pungent odor. He, and his more seasoned companions, merely wrinkled their noses and pressed on.

They emerged onto a black steel grating, overlooking a bloodbath. The floor was blackened and cracked and streaked with blood. The center of the storehouse divided by four stacks of industrial shipping crates, each two crates tall, not quite reaching the landing they were standing on.

Any markings on the crates themselves had been long since burned away, and on most the paint had been flecked and cracked by the heat, revealing fire-darked metal underneath. Above them, heavy fans and brilliant lights illuminated the scene, filling the room with their incessant humming.

Bodies littered the floor, some burnt to the color of charcoal, others fresh and torn into, missing great chunks of flesh or entire limbs, their blood forming dull red pools around them.

Hans and Seras, however, were nowhere to be found. Until a flurry of motion caught all of their attention. Their eyes were drawn to Seras and Hans, sat next to each other in a corner away from the mess in the center of the room, connected at the lips.

Seras had a fistful of Hans' shirt and was pulling him ever closer, the side of her head pushing Hans' cap further up his head. Blood red eyes and brilliant blue ones were hidden behind closed lids as both parties enjoyed the kiss, content to savor the taste of the other's lips.

So that's what happened in Germany. Benji thought to himself with a bit of a smile.

Pip's indignant voice pulled the pair away from each other. "Benji, what ze fuck were you zinking, 'iring him."

The couple soon noticed the attention directed at them, and quickly scrambled apart. Not that it would do them much good. Seras' cheeks were a rosy pink, and even Hans' normally statuesque face had similar tints.

"Well looks like keeping it a secret's gone right out the window." Seras sighed, nudging Hans and smiling sheepishly.

He responded with an uneasy nod.

Hans face returned to its expressionless mask as he slowly rose, offering her his hand. She took it, and let herself be pulled to her feet. When he tried to let her go, she held on. He turned to her, and the two seemed to have a silent conversation with their eyes. With a bit of a huff, Hans resigned himself to the hand holding, intertwining his fingers with hers.

"How long did we keep it up for?" Seras asked as they walked towards the group of mostly flabbergasted soldiers.

Hans held up his other hand, five fingers splayed.

Benji knew it was a terrible idea, but it was irresistible. Besides, it had been ages since any of the Wild Geese had properly teased Seras, and opportunities like these only came once in a lifetime.

"Integra's going to love this."

That was the first time he saw Hans visibly frightened.

Heinkel watched, through her binoculars, the men shimmy one by one out of the tunnel she had watched them enter not fifteen minutes beforehand. The last ones to leave the trap-door were by far the most interesting to her. Leading the trio was the man who had challenged her earlier, he was interesting, for his boldness, if nothing else. Behind him stood Seras Victoria, the scum spawn of the vampire that had killed her-... Anderson. And behind her, stood an impossibility that made her blood run cold.

She viciously clamped a hand over her own mouth to hold in the bile and scream of hatred, anger, and terror that threatened to escape her at the sight of the white-haired giant. He was trailing a few feet behind the rest of the party, but the insignias adorning each of his arms were easily visible to her. Hellsing.

The vampire seemed to be excitedly talking to- at him. She couldn't make out the words from this distance, and his face was as stony and silent as she had ever seen it, never betraying a hint of emotion. But, the vampire seemed happy with his response, or lack thereof, as she led him to the foremost van, joining the soldiers inside.

The night was filled with an eerie silence as the vans sped off. Her men all standing and staring at her like a bunch of fools.

The rumbling of explosions and the gout of orange flames spewing from the trap door was enough to snap them all out of the awkward silence.

"Pack up, ve're going home." She commanded, rubbing the bridge of her nose in annoyance. If what the man's guess had been correct, she had more to worry about than a few dead Nazis. And then, of course, there was the live one, although it seemed he had had a bit of a change of heart.

Her men were quick and efficient in their obedience.

(NSFW PART)

The ride to the hotel was strange but uneventful. Hans was not normally a talkative fellow, but Seras sensed he was brooding even more than usual. She was quieter than normal too, but that was not entirely unwarranted. They had just been exposed, after all. Doubly so, in fact.

Regardless, she was hungry, all of them were in fact, but while Hans could make do with the rare meat, and even treat himself to the occasional beer, she was limited to one drink. And so, as the Wild Geese made their way to the dining halls or out the hotel's front doors to see what they could find at this time of night she made her way to her room to sink her fangs into a refrigerated plastic bag.

It was a practiced ritual, and none of the men bothered her on her walk. She had been on missions with them before, and they had quickly learned that she didn't like onlookers when she ate. Not that she had ever hurt any of them, or needed to. They had been surprisingly respectful of her desire to be left alone when she was eating, not throwing a single joke or tease her way. Occasionally, one of the newer men would be overcome with curiosity, but they would be chewed out by Pip or Benji long before they made it to her quarters.

This time, however, things were a bit different, she had company. Hans trailed her like an obedient puppy, his long strides shortened to keep himself from passing the shorter vampire. It made her chuckle, imagining him as a pup, his featureless mask covered by a smiling panting mouth and happily flattened ears.

Hans shifted his eyes slightly in her direction, his face remaining expressionless, but his glance conveying confusion.

She felt her cheeks heat up, and increased her pace, her body falling into the rigid motions of a soldier.

Hans' demeanor changed completely when the two made it to their, no, her room.

The room itself was rather modest, the only set of windows was covered by dull red and green curtains, in the center of the room sat a single queen sized bed, a short hallway leading to the bathroom sat at its left and in the opposing corner a grey box with an orange biohazard sticker stamped on each side.

Dinner thought Seras, disdainfully.

Watching the muscles around his neck relax ever so slightly, and his shoulders sag a fraction of a centimeter as the tension left his body had a soothing effect on her as well.

She watched as he sat against the foot of her bed, one long arm stretched out, creasing the pristine white sheets, his wrist dangling over the edge.

Part of her wanted to go to him, his long, muscular form was so inviting after all, and the veins in his neck bulged so delectably.

But, she didn't trust herself, she was too hungry, she'd been a vampire for less than a year, and his blood was too… irresistible.

She spun away from him and purposefully strode to the unappetizing grey cooler. Food, I need blood first. Once I've had some of that god awful-

"Warte," the interruption snapped her out of her train of thought, and she turned back to face him.

Hans seemed to have caught onto her train of thought. His free hand had moved across his body, and he had hooked a finger into the collar of his coat, pulling it down and away from him. His head was cocked in the opposite direction, exposing his neck even further.

He was… inviting her.

She shook her head violently. "No! I… shouldn't."

His face was as dead set as always "I'm your mate."

She took a cautious step towards him "But, what if I hurt you?"

Red eyes locked with deep blues, attempting to reassure her, "I've lived through vorse"

She took another step. The scent of his blood was tingling in the back of her throat now; the situation serving only to accentuate her awareness of it.

"I don't want to hurt you, and we have other blood here."

Another step.

"Mine ist better."

Another.

She was less than a foot away from him now. She lowered herself down, placing one hand on either side of his hips and staring intently into his eyes, her face a mixture of a pout and a concerned frown. She could see the fear and excitement dancing behind his eyes.

Her body inched unconsciously closer to his, as if in a trance. One that abruptly ended when her nose bumped into his neck, right on top of the jugular vein.

She made the mistake of breathing in then.

The smell of wolf, man and blood drove the vampire in her up the wall. His form smelled so tasty, she found herself practically drooling over him. Her cheeks were flushed as well, the 20-year-old girl in her could appreciate what she saw. He's just to damn sexy. She concluded.

His relentless encouragement wasn't helping either.

Slowly, she opened her mouth, revealing her fangs, the upper and lower sets connected by silky strands of saliva.

She eased forward, gently sucking on the skin of his neck, trying her best to isolate the vein.

Her efforts got her a satisfying rumble from the pit of Hans's stomach.

She felt his entire body tense up as he felt her tongue trace the desired area, but she was gentle in her bite. She was aware of how sharp her teeth really were and took great care to sink them in just enough to allow a trickle of his dark blood into her mouth.

If pleasure were made liquid she was drinking it, it was sweet and wild like viscous honey, fat drops flowing over her tongue and down her throat, and lighting a fire deep in her insides.

She was in heaven.

She could feel all of Hans' want for her when she drank from him, and before she knew it, her body had molded herself against his, pressing against him in any way possible to increase contact. One leg joined her hand on the other side of his body, so she could better straddle him, and she pushed herself into his chest, enjoying the heat that radiated off him.

It took her a moment to return to her senses. She checked, and double checked that she hadn't bit too deep, using every ounce of her restraint to hold her mouth as still as possible. It felt like she was actively fighting her own treacherous jaws.

Hans, for his part, was doing an excellent job of keeping his composure. His instincts were screaming at him to throw her off and maul her, or to run as far away as possible. Instead, he moved his hand from the bed and ran it reassuringly through her blond spikes.

The way she sat in his lap and tucked herself to him was driving him absolutely wild, even the wolf in him recognized that this dangerous draculina was his mate, and, could, under no circumstance, be allowed to stray from this position.

Good god how badly he wanted her.

His other hand snaked from his collar to wrap itself around her waist, completing their embrace.

Then Saras started to move.

He felt her begin to rub her hips against his, and he knew that even his fifty years of military experience would begin to crack under the pressure of those amazing thighs.

He gave her an involuntary half-moan, half-growl for her troubles.

"I vant you," he managed.

She took a break from her drinking to grace him with a response, letting a rivulet of his precious blood run down his neck.

"I'm your mate now, aren't I?"

Good answer.

The sound of whatever self-control he had left shattering into a million pieces was almost audible.

She heard tear of fabric and saw something black fly past her periphery. Then, she felt a cool breeze flow over her butt. He tore my skirt off; That's… kinda hot.

She gave Hans a disapproving glare anyway.

"Don't rip my, uniform, I don't want to explain-"

He silenced her with a kiss, tugging gently on her hair to keep her close. His tongue begging for entrance into her mouth. Lust overcame pride, and she let him in. Choosing instead to show her disapproval at his interruption by pushing his tongue back into his mouth and giving chase with her own.

The bleeding from his neck had made quite a mess during their game of tonsil-hockey.

He tilted his head to the side, and she immediately set about cleaning it up with long licks from his collarbone to his lower jaw, her saliva serving to close the wound.

He reached the hand on her back down and covered one of her shapely ass cheeks with it, giving her an experimental squeeze. It sent a shiver running up her spine. Enjoying the response she gave him he squeezed again, a little harder this time. She hummed a tantalizing "mmmm" into his neck.

He felt her arms rise from his sides and make their way to his chest, gently pushing her's away. At first, he worried he'd done something wrong; then she started fiddling with his buttons.

It was cute watching her struggle with the first one, -she was at an especially bad angle, and he was too close to her for her to get her elbows free- her brow furrowed with concentration, a pink blush adorning her normally pale features.

He watched her get more and more frustrated with the article of clothing, and after three failed attempts, she gave a disgruntled "argh" and plucked the button off the coat.

So much for not ripping clothes. He thought to himself.

Seras had more luck with the rest of the buttons, and before long, he had slid out of his coat and undershirt, and they lay crumpled behind his back. She sat back in his hands for a moment for shirtless Hans appreciation. He used the time to sit up and give her neck some attention.

He peppered her neck and collarbone with kisses, licks, and gentle sucks. Focusing on the deep bite marks left by Alucard. It annoyed Hans to no end that another had left such an indelible mark on her, and with no hope of removing it, he settled to mask instead.

Saras loved the treatment. Each kiss and lick sent her gasping and muttering encouragements into his ear.

They were each other's natural predator, and the way his teeth brushed against her neck between kisses and licks had her body positively tingling with adrenaline.

"Bed," she gasped out, after a particularly hard nibble at her bites.

He didn't need to be asked twice. His right hand joined his left on her ass and picked her up as if she was weightless. He captured her lips with his once more, and took half a step backward, collapsing onto the bed, while keeping her firmly on top of him.

She broke the kiss and moved to sit on his hips. He had other ideas, as he followed her up, hands working at the buttons of her uniform. He had about as much luck as she did. She helped him get her out of it.

He stared at her in reverence, she sat before him, bare except for her underwear, perfect milky white skin, her arms crossed in front of her chest, with a beautifully bashful look on her face. His pants were starting to feel far too tight.

Gently, he pulled one of her arms away, kissing the back of her hand lightly.

"You're vunderful," he tried.

It seemed to relax her, and slowly, she allowed the other arm to fall to her side.

To him, her breasts were perfect, even hidden behind the beige cups of her bra. They looked, so soft and plush. He found himself incapable of hiding his stare. The pressure in his loins quickly becoming unbearable.

His pants were the next to go, his underwear taken along with them. She'd slid down him like a serpent, finding a seating place between his legs, and started to tug at his belt. He'd never been more eager to help someone in his entire life.

When he sprang free, her mouth formed into a cute little 'o' and she took a moment to run her eyes over the completely naked werewolf below her. She knew he was big, but every time she saw him it still surprised her. He saw equal parts fear and excitement in her eyes.

She was still bashful, but her apprehension faded fast. She leaned forward and took his length in one of her hands, her fingers didn't make it all the way around. She started rubbing him experimentally, it was her first time with a man, but she was aware of how sensitive the organ could be, and she didn't want to hurt him.

Her skin felt wonderful on his, her touch was impossibly soft, and the natural difference in their body temperatures caused a surprisingly erotic tingling that lingered behind her soft touch.

Seras, for her part, was an incredibly fast learner, and she quickly set a rhythm that had him grunting, huffing, and muttering unintelligible words of encouragement.

Watching her experiment with him was enjoyable, feeling her hand massaging his shaft doubly so. He watched as she squeezed and stroked until she found a pressure and tempo that suited them both. Once she did so, he flopped onto his back and let himself enjoy the pleasure she was giving him.

The rhythmic massage of her small hands teased him to full mast, making his erection almost uncomfortably hard.

His pleasure was suddenly cut short, as her hand retracted. He was about to whine out his disappointment when it was replaced by a warm wetness that inched from his base up, all the way, coming to rest on the underside of his head.

He propped himself up on his elbows to look down at her. Her mouth was wide open, and her tongue stuck out, splayed out where his cock rested against it. She was looking up at him with wide red eyes, still flashing with innocence. She looked almost as surprised as he felt by this new development.

He thought she looked adorable.

He reached down and gently pulled her towards him and locked her in another kiss. She straddled him eagerly, feeling his cock rest in the fabric on the back of her panties, pulling the fabric and prodding her lower back.

She sighed into his mouth as his hands worked with the clasp on her back. It wasn't long before he growled in annoyance and snapped the clasp.

She broke the kiss to give him a disapproving glare. He used the opportunity to kiss down her neck and along her collarbone. He ran his hands down her shoulders catching her bra straps and pulling the elastic off of her has his kisses trailed lower.

One of her hands clutched the fabrics of the bed in excitement. The other reached back into his lap and resumed her message of his shaft, her strokes harder and faster than before.

He bucked up unconsciously at the pleasure of it, another grunt escaping him, causing her to bounce pleasingly in front of him.

One of his hands caught her left breast, kneading and squeezing the plush flesh in his hand. He loved how she felt against him, he loved how her impressive bust seemed to be molded for his hands exclusively.

"Ha-" her breath caught in her throat as he scissored her firm pink nipple between his pointer and middle finger.

His mouth attended to her other side, kissing and nibbling the soft milky flesh until he eventually decided to take her nipple into his mouth. He licked and sucked on it, rolling it around his tongue, and receiving beautiful sighs and moans from his mate.

His other hand snaked its way down her back, until he reached her ass, grabbing a handful of that as well. She shimmied even closer to him in response.

The thin fabric of her panties did little to mask the moisture or heat of her arousal or its scent.

Hans couldn't take it any longer.

He heaved, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. Hans rotated pushing Seras' back into the sheets.

Then he kissed her again, moving his lips down from her breast along her bare stomach, enjoying the rolling athletic tone of her form. He pressed on, kissing down the lines of her hips until he reached her panties. One finger on each hand hooked under the elastic at her hips, and he fixed her with his blue gaze.

Her heart hammered with excitement as she pushed her hips off the bed. He was excruciatingly methodical about removing the last of her clothing, slowly sliding her panties down her legs, over her feet, and tossing them at the pile of clothes behind him.

Gently, he pushed her legs apart, running his thumb over her sex, and causing her breath to hitch. His thumb found the desired bundle of nerves and she let out a shrill "AAH."

He immediately retracted his hand looking at her with worry. "Have I hurt you?" He asked, concern clear in his voice.

She shook her head and gave him a reassuring smile, "no, just surprised is all"

He returned his hand to her thumbing her button in small circles and listening to her sighs and moans. When she threw her head back, attempting to stifle a particularly forceful moan, he knew it was his time to surprise her.

With blinding speed, he slung one of her legs over his shoulder and buried his head between her thighs. His thumb flicked over her clit while he placed a fat lick on her folds.

"Ah- Haaaaaaannnnnsss" she moaned, her voice reverberating around the room.

Hearing his name said like that had only one thought racing through his head, again.

So, he bared down on her, nipping her inner thighs and pushing his tongue inside her. All the while his thumb returned to teasing her.

The taste and smell of her wet sex overcame him. Loved the feel of her wetness against his lips, the taste of her on his tongue, the smell of her in his nose, and squelches, sucks, moans, and hisses that echoed around the otherwise silent room.

Two hands found their way into his messy white hair, balling up, and preventing any escape. Not that he wanted to.

All the while her moans and mewls kept increasing volume and intensity.

"Haaaaans," she hummed again.

There it is. He thought happily and thrust his tongue even further into her, causing her body to shudder around him.

He found a rough patch inside her smooth walls and gravitated towards it giving it experimental pokes and prods with the tip of his tongue. Oh, she liked that. Her fists clenched even tighter, pulling his hair towards her. Her thighs pressed heavily against the sides of his head as pleasure tensed her whole body.

He redoubled his efforts, lapping desperately at the spot, and capturing her slick juices with each movement. Each time his tongue connected he was rewarded with an adorable little squeak or moan from the vampire reclining on the pillows above him.

She felt heat building up inside her, she knew something was coming, fast.

He pushed his tongue up against the spot once more, simultaneously trapping her wet button between his thumb and forefinger and giving it squeeze.

She came.

Her walls convulsed around him, pushing more of her nectar into and around his mouth. Her entire body tensed up, pulling him towards her. Her fingers spidered through his white locks and her toes flexed to their tips. Her mouth hung open as a low, long moan escaped her lips.

It felt like she was unraveling, every muscle in her toned body clenching and unclenching as she fought off an ecstasy induced haze.

He drank at her hungrily, each lap of his course tongue causing a residual shudder throughout her body. When he'd had his fill, he removed her leg from where it had been weakly kicking at his back and disentangled himself from her.

He paused with his arms on either side of her chest, taking a moment to run his gaze over her naked body. She was truly a sight to behold. Her head was thrown back into a mess of pillows, her chest heaving in a wonderfully distracting manner. He watched her come down from the high of her orgasm, listening to her breath normalize, and watching the rise and fall of her breasts become less and less pronounced.

"Seras."

She peeked her head out from the mess of hair and pillows that had obscured it and fixed him with a curious and beautiful red-eyed stare. She's too damn pretty.

He reached down, and gently cupped the side of her head in one of his giant hands.

"Ich Liebe Dich," the words were a half-whisper. Luckily, Seras knew enough German to understand him.

She felt her heart tremble slightly at the declaration. She was giddy and terrified at the same time. He loves me! And I…

I...

"I love you too," the trueness of it all seemed to hit them both simultaneously.

Hans was giving her that look again. The heart-melting, ear-to-ear, grin that he'd worn in the zeppelin. He looked like all the weight of the world had just been lifted off his shoulders. It made her heart melt a little, and she smiled right back at him, teeth and all.

"And..." she added, her recent declaration serving only to boost her confidence, "It's my turn."

She reached out and splayed on of her hands on Hans' chest, pushing him up and to the side. Her other hand made its way down to his crotch. He was still slick with pre. She used the opportunity to guide him as well as pleasure him back down to the bed.

The whole process was just forceful enough to end with Hans gently reclining on the nest of pillows, and Saras sitting between his thighs.

She pushed herself down until her nose bumped gently against his manhood.

"Seras-" he started, but he never got a chance to finish his sentence. Whatever he was going to say was drowned out by a loud groan as his head disappeared between her lips.

He unconsciously bucked his hips upward, slamming his head into the back of her throat, and sending her into a mild fit of raspy coughs. Hans' hands shout out in to pull her off him, his brow furrowed in concern.

She slapped his hands away, and pushed herself back down, giving him a determination filled stare.

She looked undeniably sexy now, her annoyed glare and fiery red eyes offset by the fact that her lips were wrapped around the middle of his shaft. And, Oh god, the things she was doing with her tongue. She was lashing him with it, lathering him with more and more of her warm saliva as she got accustomed to him.

A low growl bubbled up from deep inside him, interrupting the hitched breathing and wet sucking that had permeated the room.

Seras knew that whatever she was doing was working.

He was leaking like a faucet into her mouth too, thick drops of pre hungrily scooped up by her waiting tongue.

By now every muscle in Hans' body was stretched taught in a desperate attempt to avoid his own rapidly approaching climax.

Eventually, she needed to come up for air.

She wrapped a hand around the lower half of his cock and pumped him vigorously, simultaneously releasing him from her mouth with a loud pop. A clear strand of grey slick saliva trailed from her lower lip to his head.

For Hans, it was a much-needed respite.

Seras got in two raspy breaths and a happy sigh before Hans' lips crashed into hers. He looped his arms around her waist, palming her ass with one hand, and pulled her back into his lap.

She looped her arms around his neck, deepening their kiss, and happily let herself get dragged across the sheets by his powerful arms.

When the two broke their kiss, her chest was heaving once again.

"You're perfect," he rasped into her ear, his tone was both adoring and factual at the same time. He thought it was common knowledge, but that didn't mean it wasn't worth repeating.

She pushed her nose affectionately into the crook of his neck in response, letting out a happy squeak.

She could feel the heat in her core returning, and Hans' slick warmth pressing into her thighs wasn't helping.

He ground himself against her, rubbing his slick shaft desperately against her plush skin, searching for some form of release

"Seras," he gently whispered into her ear.

"Mhmm?"

"Bitte," his voice was almost a whine, simultaneously hopeful and pleading.

She was more than happy to oblige him.

She slid her hand under herself, grasping him and lining him up with her, before sitting down.

It took all of Hans' willpower not to slam her hips down as he watched inch after excruciating inch disappear into her wet folds. It was pure heaven, she was warm wet and unbelievably tight around him.

She knew her first time would hurt, but the burning pinch she felt, as he took her virginity was almost a tickle when compared to some of the stuff she had faced in the past months.

It wasn't long before she could comfortably move again. She started off gently, grinding her hips against his, and enjoying the moans and huffs he gave her with each motion. She experimented, pushing and pulling, feeling him hit different parts of her, and shuddering as he slid exquisitely over coiled nerves.

It wasn't long before Hans' hands found their way back to her butt, and she was bouncing gently up and down on him.

With each wet slap, his head kissed a bundle of nerves deep inside of her making her moan and mewl his name.

Then she made the mistake of telling him what to do.

"H-Harder" she shuddered, slamming herself down on him.

The next thing she knew, she was on her back with Hans looming over her, a new look in his eyes, something deep and primal in him had just been turned on.

The way he looked at her, his eyes positively burning with desire; it made her shiver.

His head rested against her folds, he was slick, hard and willing. Yet he waited.

She gave him a small but clear nod. Biting her lip in excitement.

He slammed himself into her, hooking one of his arms under her back to bring her even closer to him. Her arms flew up, latching themselves to the musculature of his back while her legs wrapped around him.

She held onto him as he hammered into her stretching and striking her insides with wonderful ferocity. Any attempts she made to stifle her moans were thrown to the wind as she let out a series of high pitched cries into his neck, drowning out the creaking of the bed and the wet slap of their sexes.

She was incredibly tight and pushing himself into her like this was driving him wild. He couldn't focus on anything other than her.

She was his, his moaning, mewling mate. At that moment, nothing and no one mattered to him more than her and her pleasure.

His movements were quick yet rhythmic, dragging himself out, then slamming himself back into her, enjoying the moans and cries she rewarded him with.

She attacked his neck with sloppy kisses and licks, interspersed with louder and more frantic moans.

"Nnhg- Yesssssss," she hissed into him, her nails scrambling across his back, leaving angry red scratches behind. Her legs locked around his waist in a triangle hold, keeping him nestled firmly inside of her.

He tensed under her grasp, quickening his pace.

The heat inside her was building quickly now, dangerously so.

"Hans," she whined, "I'm close."

"As. Am. I." He replied, each word punctuated with a long thrust that sent a shiver throughout her body.

They raced to the precipice together, a shared need for the other's climax pushing them on.

Once again, he sped up, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic as he started to twitch inside her.

Then, they unraveled, simultaneously. As she felt his hot seed splash into her, her head fell back into the pillows, and her world spinning. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream.

Above her, she heard Hans roar as he held her close. He held her close, not that she would let him leave. Her legs were locked around his waist, keeping him hilted inside of her.

She realized eventually, that her scream was not in fact silent. She was releasing a low, long moan into the headboard.

She bit a pillow to silence herself, ignoring the taste of synthetic down.

Hans' roar died to a low contented hum, and he crashed down next to her, draping his muscular arm and part of his torso over her.

She enjoyed the feeling of his hot sweaty body on her much cooler one.

He relished her unnaturally cool skin as well, it was a beautiful contrast to his rapidly overheating one.

It took them both a few minutes to get their bearings.

He rolled over, releasing her from his weight, the bed creaking ominously under his weight. As he moved, he slid out of her, causing them both to gasp and shudder with residual pleasure.

It started as a rumble deep in his gut. She looked at him. The noise was strange and new to her.

He's … laughing. Seras realized.

There was no attempt made to hide his fangs anymore. His mouth hung open in a smile, revealing his pointed fangs, as his body heaved with great bouts of laughter.

She elbowed him lightly, "What's so funny?"

He turned to her, calming himself down, and deadpanned, "nichts, I'm… happy"

He said it as if it were the simplest thing in the world. Maybe it could be.

She let out a chuckle of her own, "After all that, I'd hope so!"

"Very happy," he amended.

"I'm just teasing you."

He puffed warm air into her face in response.

She pushed her head into his shoulder. "I am too, Hans; I love you."

She was surprised at how easy that was to say.

He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close, pressing their bodies together. "And I, you"

A/N:

I'm gonna preface this with: I'm sorry. I let ya all down big time on this one, but the chapter is here and there is glorious smut.

In all seriousness though, I am really sorry about the delay in updates.

This is my first time writing smut, so I would like to know if it was hot or not. the rating on this fic has been changed to M accordingly.

I would also like to throw out an extra special thanks to my reviewers. Reading all the awesome things you guys said is really what made me come back to this after feeling rather shitty about this whole story.

I do want to let you know that I'll be sticking with this story for a while, I've got about 1.5 new arcs planned out that should take us nicely through the 60ish years it will take Alucard to return.

Anyway, I do really hope you all liked this chapter. It was hard to write but I think it came out well.

Please consider a rate & review, or alternatively tell me my writing is garbage.

(I would say next chapter out in a few weeks but we all know that's a fucking lie)

Best,

~Shitify