"The Servant"

"Walter found the little presents you left in my clothes," I told him without turning away from the library's window.

Alucard chuckled softly. "I had to get your attention somehow."

I shook my head. He could be so childish sometimes. He was well over five hundred years old, but he may as well have been a school boy caught passing notes by a teacher. I turned to look at him and crossed my arms over my chest. By the light of a lone reading lamp, he was truly unearthly.

"What in blazes were you thinking, Alucard?" I demanded. "Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was for me? Walter confronted me about them!"

"Oho!" He laughed. "And what did the Angel of Death have to say?"

I scowled and looked away. "He lectured me to be careful and not to forget your reality, despite how charming you can be."

Alucard snorted softly and slowly moved closer to me. "Typical, but what do you want?"

I liked that he'd bothered to ask. It made this a little bit easier, though not by much. Anxiety crawled through me, but I would not give in to it. Instead I crossed to sit on the couch and extracted a cigarillo from my pack. I lit up and drew comfort in the smell of the spiced smoke. It made me feel a little stronger and prepared to enact the plan I'd hatched before inviting him to join me.

"Honesty," I confessed softly. "That is all."

"Have I ever been anything less than honest with you?" Alucard asked. His voice was low, rich with sensuality.

It made me clench a hand into a fist to keep from shivering. We were in the manor proper. This was my domain. I would show no weakness here. Instead of answering his question, I pulled one of his notes from the inner pocket of my jacket. I was very pleased that my fingers did not shake. Clearing the last vestiges of my apprehension from my throat, I began to read.

"I am content to be at your feet," I spoke his own words back to him, proud of how calmly I did so. "There is nothing more that I want than to serve you. What a mess you've made of me. I'd crawl and beg and lap at the toe of your boot for a single kiss. God, for you to just look at me in that way that is so full of pride and possession. When you stroke my hair as though I am nothing more than a hound at your heel, I am utterly and completely as ease."

His foot steps moved him just a little bit closer. "Do you wish me to assure you of my sincerity?"

I shook my head and stretched a hand out to him. "Come here."

Alucard obediently did as he was told. He did not take my hand, though. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. Oh well. I withdrew my hand and put in my lap as I craned my neck to look up at him.

"Kneel," I ordered.

The vampire, once more, obeyed. The thrill of my dominance over him overcame my nervousness. It made me brave and bold when I looked down into his face.

"Prove it," I challenged.

"Eh?"

I waved the page in front of his face. "Do your words not say that you would lick the toe of my boot for a single kiss?"

Alucard grinned wickedly up at me. What an utterly shameless creature he was. I almost envied him.

"Master, are you asking me to lick your boot?"

"No," I replied. "I am ordering you to, and my enjoyment of this task will dictate your worth of a kiss."

I watched in astonishment as Alucard prostrated at my feet and very slowly dragged his long tongue across the toe of my boot. It wasn't as though I had expected him not to, he was quite depraved, but his expression took my breath away. Contentment. That was the only word that could possibly describe it. They were tall riding boots that I'd never gotten around to breaking in. Having found them still in the box, the shoes had never been worn outside or even around the estate. A relief truly. I'd not been relishing putting extensive plotting to this plan. I might have gotten cold feet in the end.

As I stabbed out my cigarillo in a nearby ashtray, I enjoyed the view. Even as he laved his tongue along stiff black leather, his power radiated darkly. I exhaled softly as one of his hands slipped up the back of my calf. Fingers teased up my pant leg, revealing still more of my boot. Alucard followed the path of his fingertips with his tongue, licking a lingering trail all the way up to the top of the boot. I stroked his hair fondly while it was within my reach. God, I'd never seen such a gorgeous sight in my life.

Alucard watched me as he lifted the leg he was worshipping. Whatever he saw in my expression must have pleased him because he smiled and continued at his task. I leaned back, sinking deeper into the back of the couch. My eyes widened as he shifted to his knees and went so far as to slide his tongue over my boot heel. A moan escaped my lips and he hummed in pleasure. My spine bowed as I tried not to squirm, and I stared as this No Life King lapped at every inch of my shoe's sole. I couldn't be sure if I was drunk on my power or his willingness to please.

"Stop," I panted.

He lowered my leg slowly, but in a way that left them splayed. Alucard pressed closer, hips nestling between my open thighs. He cupped my face in his hands and leaned into my space. His breath left no scent as he spoke softly.

"Have I earned that kiss?" He teased.

"I'd say so," I breathed as I grabbed his cravat and drew him in.

Inexperienced as I was, I let Alucard take the lead for once. He kissed me tenderly, surprisingly so, but was quick to deepen the embrace. The tip of his tongue teased my lips open and I sighed as I granted him entrance. My pulse was tripping. He was quite good at this, though I supposed it should come to no surprise. Alucard had centuries of practice under his belt. I wrapped my legs around his waist as I felt a surge of possession. He was mine now, and his kisses belonged only to me. It made me confident and I pushed back against him. I tilted my head and thrust my tongue against his. Though Alucard's breath left no trace, his mouth tasted bittersweet with the lingering flavours of copper and rich red wine. I imagined that I could taste leather as well.

I had to pull away, though I idly thought that there surely must be benefits to having a lover that didn't have to breathe. He sought after my mouth again, but I stilled him with fingers against his lips.

"Ah," I scolded with a smirk. "You only earned one kiss."

Wicked laughter rumbled through him. I gasped as he grasped my wrist gently and licked my index finger before sucking lightly at its tip. Even through my glove, his touch was tantalizingly cold. I loved the way he was looking at me: Somehow both famished and adoring.

"However shall I earn a second kiss, my master?" Though he'd addressed me properly, his tone was obscene.

"I'm sure I can think of some way."

Finis.