'Lo! >__< 'Tis I, Dark Mistress Ivy... again!
All right, this is the re-written, re-posted version of "Great Sex Calls for a Cigar". The first version was taken and ripped to little bloody ribbons by the ficbitch and she showed me the error of my ways, at least in this story. I completely agreed with most of her suggestions and made some changes as well as fixing a bit of the language. So here it is, new and improved as well as under a new name. (The other one got such a beating that I put it in the Witness Protection Program.)
If you read it before and didn't like it, try this fic on for size.
If you read it before and you did like it, this version is even better.
If you never read the first version, welcome and thanks for coming!
Down to business with the blah blah blahs.
!WARNING! This fic contains a smut scene between Alucard and Integra, if you don't like smut, you need to leave now. (Actually, the whole fic is just a lead up to said smut scene)
Also, this fic has strong language up to and including the F-word, so virgin ears and eyes beware.
I don't own Hellsing (except the four DVDs on my shelf).
Sex
and Cigars
It was
just after
Integra
had spent the late night doing paperwork… as usual, in her office and had gone
through three cigars before enough was enough.
At two she’d told Walter he was dismissed for the night and made her
way to bed. She’d lain sleepless
for an hour before she finally came to the decision to dress again.
Donning a deep green, double-breasted men’s suit, she left her room and
made her way down to the cellars.
Her
boots clicked on the stone floor and echoed down the still halls.
No,
there was a noise, behind her. Footsteps,
not her own. Integra stopped walking
and the footsteps continued to approach.
Ceres
Victoria came into view down the dim corridor, looking tired and worn.
When she noticed Integra standing at the hall she slowed, “My
Master’s Master? Are you looking
for me?”
“How
did the assignment go?” Integra asked, ignoring the question.
Ceres
didn’t notice the evasion and instead sighed wearily, “It took a little
time, but I cleared a shot and the target was silenced without any additional
human casualties. I’m exhausted,
I’m going to eat and then go to bed.” She
raised the cold blood bag she gripped for emphasis.
“Good
day,” Integra said, stepping to the side so that Ceres could make her way to
her room.
Ceres
walked past her slowly, hesitated, giving Integra a confused look, then
continued on.
Integra
almost considered retreat. ‘Never,’
she thought, continuing toward her destination.
Who cared if Ceres suspected, who cared if everyone found out, no one
could make her blush... besides, Integra didn’t allow herself to blush.
But no one would find out, they could suspect or joke, but she was the
Virgin Queen, no amount of suspicion could take away a nickname like that, not
with the life Integra had led.
Unless
they changed it to Vampire Queen. Integra
suppressed a shudder; she did employ two vampires, after all.
‘Enough.’
Integra
walked to the end of the hall, to the last door, Alucard’s door.
The room where they had first met, where he’d tasted blood again, hers,
and where he’d saved her life.
Gripping
the knob, Integra felt him. He was
inside, waiting, as if he expecting her. Hell,
for all she knew he’d been watching from the shadows and following her around
the whole time.
Without
knocking, she entered, closing the door behind her with a soft click.
Alucard
sat in one of the wall indents, his legs stretched out onto the floor, ankles
crossed, his hands clasped casually behind his head.
Integra stood before the door, arms folded under her chest, chin slightly
down to peer at him over the top of her lenses.
“Master.”
“Alucard.”
He
smiled slowly, head tipped back.
Integra
glared at him, “Do you know why I’m here?”
Alucard’s
smile became a grin, “No, is there a mission for me?
I heard the police girl return…”
“Yes,
I have a task for you.” Integra
ignored his deliberate mention of his chesty servant, “The rules are as
follows: One, you do not tease me,
trying to embarrass me will only result in my shooting you and I do hate to
waste bullets on you. Two, you do
exactly what I say, when I say it. Three,
my blood is not to flow, you bite, I shoot.”
“I
never thought that rule was ever ineffective as long as you were alive.”
“Don’t
be smart, and fourth, there will be no light in the room at all while I am
without clothes.”
“Without
clothes?”
Integra
reached for her gun, “I consider coy questions to be teasing.”
Alucard
spread his hands in an apologetic way, “Am I not allowed to be surprised in
the least?”
“I
wasn’t aware I could surprise you, especially since you can no longer surprise
me by materializing from the
ceiling.”
Alucard
stood, “I still remember the first time I appeared in your mirror…what were
you, fourteen?”
“There
hasn’t been a mirror in my room since. One
is supposed to look at a mirror, not the other way around, especially not with
thirty eyes.”
Alucard
made his way to the only lamp in the room and lifted the glass that housed the
dim flame.
“Any
other rules, before we begin?” The
light flickered as he spoke.
“Yes,
you are to remain in solid body form, no demon dogs, no eyes.”
“Don’t
you have some qualms about sex, a vow or something to that effect?”
Integra
smiled dryly, eyelids lowered, “You’re confusing knight with nun.”
“Am
I allowed to ask questions once we get started?”
“As
long as you aren’t questioning orders,” Integra removed her suit jacket and
draped it over the back of a chair.
“Why
the change in heart, I’ve offered you this for years, since you were of age,
by human standards.”
Integra
unclasped her cross tie tack and loosened the knot, “I believe your offer
involved making me a vampire. Also,
this has nothing to do with my heart. I
am a woman, in spite of what some may think, and as such I have needs.”
“You
need me?”
“No,
you’re just convenient.”
Alucard
laughed and it bounced off the walls, tingling over Integra’s skin as she laid
her tie across her jacket lapel.
“You
are so blunt sometimes, and it is a virtue, but is this right, a fling between
co-workers?”
“We
are not co-workers.”
“Master
and servant then,” Alucard slipped his red coat off his shoulders and let it
slide to the floor.
“Are
you insinuating that I am forcing you to have sex with me?”
“No,
you knew what my response would be to such an order, and you even took
precautions,” Alucard motioned to the gun holster Integra was unbuckling.
Integra
stood in her shirt and slacks, watching Alucard unbutton his shirt, slowly.
“Hurry
up, Alucard.”
“So
anxious,” he said, dropping his shirt on his coat, “what, no foreplay?”
“This
is not a love-making fantasy. No
games, no playing, just sex, now hurry up.”
The
vampire grinned, biting the tip of his finger and pulling his glove off with his
teeth.
It
wasn’t anxiety, or at least, not the way he meant.
Integra wondered for a moment whether he was completely human looking…
everywhere. If he wasn’t then the
whole thing was off, it was not cowardice, just a matter of taste.
“I’m
insulted; you didn’t even watch me strip…”
Integra
came out of space to see Alucard standing wearing nothing but a grin and his
glasses; his hat was lying on the table next to the lamp.
His hair fell loose around him like a wild living thing, if one looked it
almost seemed to move on its own, as if some unfelt wind moved just his hair.
He removed the shades and watched her look at him.
Integra
slipped her glasses from her nose and into the pocket of her discarded jacket,
“Blow out the lamp.”
“As
you wish,” Alucard laughed, and the flame blew out, “You do realize that I
will see you even in the dark.”
“It
gives me the illusion of anonymity,” Integra said, unbuttoning her shirt and
tugging it from her waistband. She
was not embarrassed by her femininity, but her bust was something she chose to
hide. Her masculine style suits
reduced their appearance thankfully, as did the wonderfully supportive bra
she’d taken to wearing. She
unhooked the bra and let it fall to her shirt on the seat of the chair.
Boots, pants, and knickers came off and she was naked as well.
“White
cotton, I must admit I am surprised.”
“What
did you expect?”
“A
chastity belt, perhaps.”
Integra
could hear the grin on his face, “That’s teasing.”
“And
yet you’ve already taken off your gun… Am
I allowed to touch you?”
“I
don’t think it’s possible to do this without touching, Alucard.”
“I
am merely learning your ways, Master,” Alucard’s voice floated closer,
“Will one time quench your need forever?”
“No,
that reminds me,” Integra found her pants and dug into the pocket, “come
here so I can put this on you.”
“You
don’t trust me to put it on myself,” Alucard whispered next to her ear.
Integra
tore the packet and felt around for Alucard, “Of course not, it would amuse
you to get me pregnant, scary Hellsing vampire killer knocked up by her vampire
servant.”
“The
Hellsing blood line will need an heir,” Alucard laughed softly as she fitted
the condom(*) over him.
“The
Hellsing line must continue, however, it will not be tainted by a vampire.”
“Oh
Master, how can I resist you when you whisper such sweet nothings in my ear?”
“Enough.”
“A
kiss?”
“Why?”
“One,
Master.”
“Fine.”
Alucard’s
lips pressed to Integra’s a moment before his arms locked behind her back,
pressing her full length against him. Too
much at once, Integra had still been deciding on her first command.
Alucard picked her up easily and Integra was on her back on the bed
before she could think another thought.
“No,”
she said sharply.
“What?”
“I
am going to be on top,” she said, sitting up as he moved off of her.
Alucard
sighed, exasperated, “Can’t even let me be in control for a second, can
you?”
“I
don’t trust you to be in control, I am Master here.”
Alucard
lay down on his back and Integra straddled his legs, positioned herself over him
and lowered herself carefully until he was fully sheathed.
“May
I call you Integra when we’re like this?”
“Why,”
she asked breathily.
“Because
saying ‘Sir Integra’ doesn’t sound right at a time like this.”
“Have
you ever had sex with a man?”
“Do
you really want to discuss that right now?”
“No,
and if I ever ask again remind me that I don’t want to know your personal
business.”
“Then
is Integra all right? I could just
call you Master,” his voice lowered dramatically, “do you want me to call
you Master?”
That
sounded really kinky considering the position and she’d said no games.
“Integra
is fine,” she told him and began to move.
Alucard’s
hands gripped her hips and helped the motion.
Integra arched her back, leaning over his chest, her breasts teasing at
his skin, her hair cascading down, mingling with his own.
Her hands tangled in both their hair and she found the sensation erotic.
There
was so much he wanted to show her, so much he could show her, if only she’d
let him be in control for a few moments, he’d make her forget everything.
Alucard’s lips nibbled down her shoulder and she increased her
movement. He could wait; he could be
patient, this time and the next. But
soon, he’d show her what it could really be like between them.
His
hands slid up over her body, gripped her shoulders and pulled her down against
him all the way. Faintly, Integra
moaned once. She had the fleeting
thought that she refused to scream before her back bowed, almost causing her to
cry out in spite of her control.
Her
lips found him and she clamped onto his shoulder, restraining from any other
sounds until they climaxed simultaneously—shocking both their systems—and
she collapsed on top of Alucard, gasping for air.
He
rolled to his side, holding her against him, trying to catch his own breath.
She
allowed it for a moment since her bones appeared to have melted and walking
seemed out of the question.
He
touched his shoulder, sliding his finger over an almost perfect imprint of her
dental record, “You said no teeth.”
Integra
cleared her throat to assure herself she wouldn’t rasp, “I said you
weren’t allowed to bite me.”
“So
specific, and yet so hypocritical,” he chuckled, rolling onto his back.
The
coffin bed lid lowered and Integra stilled.
“Alucard,”
she warned.
The
lid rose again without a comment and Integra walked toward her clothes to dress.
“Why
don’t you just stay here,” Alucard asked, watching her in the dark.
“We
are not going to cuddle and kiss as if we were in a relationship.
This is just sex and just between us, understand?”
“Good
enough to fuck but not good enough to go public with it.”
“Exactly.”
“When
you need help it’s my name you cry out.”
She
stopped, rotated her shoulders and continued toward her clothes.
Even
in the pitch blackness of the room Integra dressed quickly, not a wrinkle in her
suit, tie perfect, cross strait. She
smoothed her hair down and buttoned her cuffs.
Integra
fished her lighter from her pocket, lighting the lamp and then the tip of her
cigar.
“It’s
said that after good sex you have a cigarette,” Alucard said watching her,
“does a cigar mean great sex?”
She
ignored the question, “I have business later today, I need sleep and to be in
my own bed when my breakfast tray comes.”
“Of
course.”
“Good
day, Alucard.”
“Master,”
he nodded.
Integra nodded in return and left his chamber, trailing the musky smoke from her cigar to mingle in the air with the scent of sex.
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(*) Ivy speaks: A word about the little condom scene. No, I am not some safe-sex freak, I know it's a story. I got a lot of crap for having it in the first version, but I didn't put it in there to remind you all to use condoms or contraceptives, I put it in because I liked the conversation they had around it. It fit the scene, at least, I felt it did. So if it pissed you off that I put a condom in a fanfic, tough.
Also, I have been told time and again that vampires are dead, therefore their sperm is dead, therefore they don't need birth control. Wake up and get out more. This is not Bram Stoker's Dracula, this is an anime. In Vampire Hunter D, vampire mate with their own kind to reproduce pure bloods, with humans to spawn Dunpeals.
Go sci-fi, in the Anita Blake books by Laurell K. Hamilton, she uses condoms. Or comic books for that matter.
In Blade, there are pure bloods and those who are merely bitten. It's all about the way you want to write it when the anime doesn't specify.
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So, how'd you like this new version? Compliments and constructive criticisms are adored, even begged for. Flames laughed at.
Thanks for reading, Dark Mistress Ivy
I'm not evil... just dark.