The Truth of the matter is, I love Castlevania and I couldn't find enough fanfiction out there based on it. The second truth, is the fact that I couldn't come up with anything viable as a plot, so I decided to just write whatever comes to mind. Which in this case, turned out not to be suitable for children. This is a [[[[yaoi]]]] fic, can't get away from that, and if you have any problems with that, you shouldn't be reading this in the first place. So don't blame me if your feeble minds couldn't handle it.

With that all said and done; I don't own anything. I don't know own the characters, the names, the place, the planet, I just plain out don't own crap. This takes place somewhere in Nocturne in the Moonlight, but that really doesn't matter because the whole thing isn't supposed to make sense. It's just my lame excuse to put these two hotties together. (I just couldn't help myself.)Now on with the Bishounen!!!

Note: If this develops a plot, it was unintentional.

By Zero Celsius

The moon rose high over the plains of Transylvania. The sweet scents of the local flowers encircled the aroma's of the valley and a pristine silver lining coated the night grass. Fields of wheat were transformed into sterling seas and a cool breeze swept through out the land. The Great Castlevania had been defeated once again. It was now resting in the depths of hell where it belonged and the warriors who had fought to save this peaceful land, rested.

Richter lay in his bed looking out over the night recalling the events that had taken place, but he couldn�t get the image of the ivory skinned man out of his mind. He had heard the legends of the Valiant Son of Dracula, but he had never once imagined he would look like that. In his thoughts he had imagined some creature of great power and veracity, something huge and animalistic, not something so delicate it put the blossoming roses to shame. He never once thought, that the spawn of Vampire and Human could be so incredibly gorgeous. He closed his eyes to recall that image and smirked as he imagined every inch of that milky skin gleaming against the moon that shown outside.

He could already see the golden locks gleaming unhinged in the breeze outside and the expansive cape wrapping around him comfortingly. His long legs resting in a field in the valley and his angelic eyes staring up into a star filled dream. He suddenly felt a slight jealousy for that cape. That cape got to spend eternity hanging on that beautiful body and Richter only got to fight it. He wanted so much to touch that body with his own hands and feel the skin under those layers of clothing.

Richter frowned as he realized how much clothing that damned dhampire wore. It would be rather cumbersome to have to go through so many layers of clothing, but how much it would be worth it. To have that skin exposed and each smooth curve revealed, he could already taste the feel of Alucards flesh on his tongue now.

He chuckled to himself and wondered if Alucard had had the same effect on his ancestor those many generations ago. He couldn�t imagine how he couldn't have. Alucard was far fairer, than some of the ladies in town, despite him being a man. He wondered if this effect was do to some vampiric spell, but he didn't care, his only desire laid in his next target. He was a Hunter after all, and what better prey than the Son of the Demon himself, Alucard. He picked up his whip and headed out the door. So his intentions were a little miss guided, even a Hunter was allowed to have a little fun now and then.

He locked the door to his house and headed off in search of his current enchantment. Along the way he decided to head into town to pick up a few items. After all, Alucard may have only been half vampire, but he was still a formidable enemy and he had no idea how he would react to the idea of another man having the worlds most lust filled crushes on him. Richter wasn't about to deny it in the slightest, he lusted for that man, like a man starved in the middle of the desert. It wasn't like it wasn't a new thing. Richter had on occasions, found some of the local males more desirable than the females, despite the priests protests, and beings on how Alucard was almost 400 years old, the idea of a male being attracted to male, shouldn't phase the dhampire in the slightest.

Not to mention that he was half Vampire and the Son of Dracula, he should have every sin memorized backwards and forwards. Somehow, that didn�t help ebb Richter�s desires, the thought of sin being associated with the Dhampire only increased his pleasant problem.

"Hello Ma�am," said Richter to his favorite supplier. She was a nice old woman and always seemed to be stocked with an array of magical items, "I need something that can help take the edge of something."

"What kind of edge?" she smirked, her face crinkling with a coy glare.

"Let�s just say I need to take the bite out of a dhampire."

She nodded in assertion. She wasn�t as innocent as the rest of the townsfolk. In some respects she was his only confidant. He was always at her door looking for some strange new potion, and there to tell her about his latest escapades. There was a reason this Belmont wore a smirk and it wasn�t just because he was the best Hunter in the clan, it was because he had probably laid half the town. No one ever spoke of his antics, but he loved to play, and she had a feeling she knew what his latest mission was really about.

"You have seen the son, haven�t you?" she asked looking up at him. She was an old woman, and wise. She had seen the son only twice in her lifetime. Once when she had crossed his path in her early years of twenty and again in her years 50, but not once had he changed. He was still the image of the beauty his mother was so renowned for. In the body of a man, was his mother�s expressive details and graceful curves, but he was such a sad man to look at. His lips never smiled and she could tell in her youth that he was in the middle of a debate for his soul. The hunger bit at his insides, but he fought not to kill her.

"Yes."

"I would becareful of him. You know I do not mind your antics, in fact if I was as young as you are now, I would probably be doing the same, but I must warn you. He is a fragile man."

He smirked at the strange description. It was hard to imagine a man who had all the powers of Lord Dracula, as fragile.

"It's not what you think. He doesn't need your frivolous games."

He scowled slightly. Never had she been so offensive towards him. Usually she was always glad to help him along. The new warning began to make him uneasy. He shifted in his place and looked at her. She brought out an object and set in on the table.

"Here is what you seek," she began. It was a strange object of about four inches tall and three inches wide in the shape of an upside down cross, "to disarm a vampire you use a cross to scare the demon, but in a dhampire he will be immune so you must brand both the light and dark of his heart. You must brand this on his skin, and that will render him unable to use his magic. He will become as helpless any other human for the span of one day. Do you understand?"

He stared deep into her eyes, "Always."

He took the object from her and she accepted his money. He gave her his usual nod and headed out the door.

"Richter," she called to him, "I know you to be a playful man, but you have always been an honorable man, please be wary of the path you are to take."

He looked at her and played the listening son for her. He nodded his head in agreement and walked out. He shook his head to her words once he was out of the village. She was putting Alucard on a pedestal the way she was going on, and all he could do was laugh at her for that, but he still did love her. She was like a mother to him no matter what she did.

The first few hours of his journey was merely a stroll through the woods. He was an expert at what he did and the secret of the Belmonts would make it easy for him to track down the human blood drinker at anytime, but he needed time to think. He was still mad with lust for his target, but her words wouldn't go away. What did she mean by he was fragile? He was 400 years old, what did Alucard have to fear but Richter?

He shook his head and began the process of hunting. He set his body square and closed his eyes. He breathed in deeply and began searching the area for his target. No one knew why the Belmont family was so good at hunting, because knew one knew of their special talent. They never spoke to anyone outside of the Clan, and even then, there were very few members who knew of the talent.

Somewhere written in their blood, was the ability to seek out what they sought. Be it a shoe or a demon. They didn't need a lot of charms or great talents, just the ability to stand in one place and be within at least 100 miles of their target. He felt the ground under him give way to signs of his presence and finally the images he was looking for came to him.

After the fall of Castlevania, he saw the lost dhampire travel across the trees. He jumped the rising and falling ground with graceful ease and transformed into a wolf till he reached the entrance to a forgotten cemetary. An angel guarded the entrance and various other small tombstones surrounded him as he looked about. He watched as Alucard ran his gloved fingers over the various tombstones, till he came to one in particular, where a single tombstone stood brilliant and white amongst the others. It was undoubtedly the resting place of someone dear to Alucard and it was evident that he took care of it with painstaking precision. It was untouched by moss or dirt and the lines of the name were still as clear as the day there were carved. Richter couldn't make out the words in his telepathic state, but he admired the images he received.

The image of a seraph holding a crying baby trailed in intricate designs to the moist earth and Alucard lay across the marble slab as if to hug the dead body that laid underneath. His eyes closed and Richter was lost in the memory for a moment as his desires returned ten fold through out his body, but something was different. He couldn't place it, but the image of Alucard in his serene worship of the dead, made Richter feel a tinge of sorrow.

He knocked himself out of his search. He had all he needed to know to find him. There was a cemetery deep in the woods that no one visited and that had to be the one Alucard had been hiding in. It seemed fitting that the dhampire would take refuge in a cemetery, but sacrilege all the same to subject such a beautiful creature to the dust of the dead.

With every step, Richter couldn't wait to get closer. He teased himself with visions of his longing and by the time he got to the guarding angel at the gate, he almost was about to loose all composure and just ravish the young dhampire on site. His blood was boiling with thoughts until, he was instantly flushed from his heated thoughts at the actual image of the creature resting across the marble slab. A mist had formed across the earth and with the moon so high and bright he forgot his purpose all together in the sea of golden strands that escaped onto the grass.

Alucard was laying stomach down, one arm propped under his head, and mouth slack from rest. He breathed long slow wisps of air and his free hand wrapped around the edge of the slab comfortingly. He was slightly positioned on his side and his beautiful black cape draped over him, keeping him warm amongst the mist. Richter second guessed his morality as he stood there, finally with the object of his desires sleeping peacefully before him.

He remembered him in the castle as being so fiercely volatile with passion to defeat his father, that the image now sharply contrasted with any notion of ravishing. It would have been like trying to take a Nun, the longer he looked on Alucard. His defenses were down, his sword was laying the grass beside him, and his lips slightly moved as if to speak a few dreamy words.

Richter stepped closer to try and listen and lost all ambition as he heard the words, "Mother" pass by those lips. He still desired Alucard, but soon guilt was his only thought. He was overwhelmed with guilt, he was dripping with guilt, and the annoying feeling that the old woman was right, dried his immoral well to a desert. He looked up at the tombstone to see the words Lisa written in finely detailed Gothic lettering.

"So this is her grave site," he told himself in his mind. He had heard of Lisa. She was the one said to be Alucard's mother and Dracula's human lover. It was a sad tale, when told right. Many liked to make the whole ordeal out to be a tragic story of a beautiful woman seduced by the evil Lord Dracula, but the Belmont Clan wasn't into flights of fancy, they were into the truth, and this was a tragic one.

From the words of those who were truly there, the tale was told of Dracula's first and only weakness, a woman from the village who's heart was pure enough to seduce the dark lord himself. There were many hidden letters written between them that the Belmont Clan had confiscated, professing their love, but sadly in all their love, their words were forbidden. What could have been something that would end the Dark Lord's reign ended with the death of his wife, and a very devastated young man. Alucard watched from a distance, as his mother was burned at the stake for a crime that was sadly mistaken. She wanted so much to help others, but the people saw her potions as witchcraft and her blood was shed because of their ignorance.

Richter was overwhelmed with the need to hold the man before him. He looked no more than twenty, but his appearance was deceiving. He was much older, but he still wept for his fallen mother. Richter saw the thin brows furrow in sadness as they seemed to recall some tragic dream, and Richter was ashamed. He had come here to merely have a fling with the creature, but now it seemed wrong. It didn't seem right to disturb him in this state.

"Why of all times, did ALUCARD have to look so damned INNOSCENT NOW!!!" he screamed in his head. He was still so determined, but there was no way he could have a fling with something like that. This wasn't right. He still wanted him, but the woman was right, he was an honorable man. He couldn't do that to him, not now, not over the deathbed of his own mother. He began to turn around, but he had to know, he had to know at least what he felt like. He may have been here for reasons he wasn't proud of, but he was still curious, and Alucard was still so beautiful. He kneeled beside the sleeping form and waited for the air to settle. He reached his hand just above his head and grazed over the silken locks.

A small gasp escaped him as he found out just how soft his hair really was. He had imagined it to be silk, but this was finer than silk. He couldn't describe it. His hand traveled to an undisturbed section of hair and he lifted it between his fingers and was astonished at every tiny strand. Each minuscule section was thin and lustrous, but his hair was so thick, the texture alone rivaled satin. It was softer than any creature he had petted and cool with the fresh dew.

Alucard still did not move and he was hungry to know what his skin felt like. He didn't want to hurt Alucard, but he couldn't leave without something to feed his desires when he left. He knew the moment he turned away that the same old desires would enrage his mind again, but he needed something to sedate him. He carefully waited for his hand to cool to the temperature of the night air, and carefully slid his hand across the thin forehead. The back of his fingers trailed lightly to his cheek and Richter had to hold himself up as he suppressed the urge to open his palm against that cheek to try and feel more.

Maybe he was being perverted, but it was evident in every fiber of Alucards body, that he wasn't human. He was too cold to be human, and too soft to be Vampire. Not a blemish marred his face and not a single hard edge disrupted the flowing curves of his body. Richter had to kick himself as he realized he was putting Alucard on the same pedestal the old woman was setting him on.

He pulled his hand away and heard a small wisp of disappointment cross Alucards lips. He shifted on to his side completely and eventually rested back on to his back, exposing the hidden dream of Richter's thoughts. It was like a flashy romance novel, looking at him like that. He felt like he was part of some fantasy kneeling before the Prince of Darkness, in some corny way, but another part of him wished it was. He wanted to hold Alucard, he wanted to find out just what those lips felt like, and finally see if the rest of his body was as angelic as his face.

As Richter stood there he was finding it easier and easier to forget about his past qualms, and reawaken the dessert set before him. He trailed his hand along the intricate buckles of his armor and playfully began to try and undo them. He slowly but surely began to feel more confidence the longer he stayed there and was allowed a few moments to unbuckled the first two clasps. Then, he stopped. He couldn't go any further without Alucard to consent. He may have been a playboy, but he wasn't disrespectful. He did have some pride in himself, and for others. He sat back against the grass and watched his own heavenly seraph sleep the night away.

"How can he sleep like that and not get staked in all these years?" he asked himself. Most vampires would have woken up by now. He had to have at least smelled his blood by now, that always seemed to arouse most vampires. He leaned against the tombstone behind him and began to drift into slumber, as he allowed his dreams to sedate him for now.

He imagined the smooth feel of Alucard's bare hands caressing his chest and he could picture the long length of Alucard's body writhing beneath him. He entangled his fingers in the luscious locks of pearl blond hair, and plundered Alucards neck with hundreds of fevered kisses. He entangled his legs around his body and held him securely to the ground, not forgetting to sting the flesh of his love with the the brand to ensure he couldn't escape. He heard a hiss draw from Alucard in surprise, but a long guttural growl bellowed from his lips giving in to the satisfying feel of Richter's free hand between his legs. Animal lust met human desires, as Richter worked fast to unfasten the Dhampire's rich layers of clothing. Alucard's hands traveled over his body imprinting Richter in his body, and he felt Alucards lips run across his own chest. He suckled the flesh holding on to Richter's shoulders, till fangs pierced through his body and he woke up.

Richter tried to jump up, but was weighed down by the feel of someone body anchoring him against the stone. At first nothing registered. He knew he was being bitten, but he wasn't sure by who or what, till he looked down to see the cascade of moon sheen blond trailing down the back of his attacker. He relaxed slightly, taking in the feeling of the Vampires lips against his lips and became in the intoxicated in the moment. It wasn't as bad as he thought it would be once you got passed the intial penetration. In fact, as he sat there and realized their position he found it rather arousing.

For once, he actually had Alucard between his legs. One hand held Richter's right shoulder, as the other was clasped behind his head, just in case he decided to try and get away. Richter smirked, but as soon as he noticed the loss of blood starting to take its effect he felt it necessary to stop the onslaught. Being careful not to disturb the feasting dhampire he reached his hand into his pocket and pulled out the artifact. As carefully as possible, he inched it up around Alucards back searching for the slight opening at the back of the neck.

Alucard didn't move, he was too engrossed in the taste of blood. He hadn't had any in so long, and he was so hungry. He needed blood. He cursed his bloodline for such a thing and he hoped he wouldn't kill Richter, but he figured it would only be a little taste. Just one small bite to hold him off, till he went to sleep. He should have done that in the first place, before his hunger became too much, but he didn't and waking up to the sleeping hunter with his neck exposed was too tantalizing for him to look away on. His blood was so warm and he was fast asleep. He wouldn't hurt him. He figured if he was gentle enough he wouldn't disturb him in the slightest.

He was falling fast into the vampire's hunger. He couldn't bring himself to stop, even though he knew he should have, but he couldn't pull away. He drank and drank to his hearts content and didn't notice Richter's hand traveling towards his own neck. Richter readied his other hand to grab him if he tried anything, till finally pain tore through Alucards body as he felt a foreign object get pressed into his skin at the back of his neck.

He tried to jump back to get away from it, but one hand was pressed in the back of his head cradling him, while the other gripped his upper arm to hold him still. It was such sheer pain, it immobilized him and he roared in defeat at his attacker. He reacted in the only way his vampiric side would allow, he bared his fangs and growled. His eyes slit open and looked back at Richter in flushed anger, then move to saddened betrayal. It was still him, the person he had saved in the castle, but he was frightened as to what he was doing to him. He tried to edge away, but Richter held the strange object in place and wouldn't let him go till the sound of searing flesh died down.

Richter felt a tinge of sorrow fill him as he watched Alucard's face contort in pain. He didn't realize it would hurt this much. He thought it might just sting a bit, but as soon as he heard the sound of the flesh being burned, he realized what kind of effect it had on the pour half- breed. Like a cross is to normal Vampire, this one burned into him. He watched as Alucard's gaze looked back at him betrayed, but Richter wasn't going to risk it. He wanted that man, he just had to convince Alucard he wanted him too.

Alucard starred at him in shock and when he finally let go he dashed behind his mother's tombstone. He was sure he had crossed the line. It was his fault. He shouldn't have done that.

"I'm sorry," he apologized pathetically. He tried to turn into a bat or blend in with the mist, but he was in shock when he realized he couldn't.

"It's alright," answered Richter taking a small vial of healing potion out, to replenish his blood loss. When he knew he felt the slight dizziness subside he stood up and began to head towards the tombstone. Alucard hadn't escaped yet, so he must be trying to figure out why he couldn't transform anymore, he told himself.

Meanwhile, Alucard sat in the grass desperate to know why he hadn't changed yet. He was ashamed of what he had done. He had almost killed the same man he went through the trouble of saving. He cursed himself. He promised he would never drink the blood of a Belmont, but now the damage had been done. Richter's blood was so hot and rich, he wanted to turn back and take every drop, but he couldn't. He hid his face in his hands and began to weep. He could take down his own father, but he couldn't find the strength to pull away from his hunger. He weeped into his hands as quietly as possible. He had starved himself from the pure satisfaction of blood for so long he couldn't even pity himself without thinking about the human just around the corner full of blood and it didn't help that it was finest blood he had tasted in years.

"Alucard," asked Richter, stepping up from around the tombstone.

"Stay away," Alucard begged, "I'm sorry. I was just hungry."

He jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked up in terror. 'Why is he so close to me?' thought Alucard.

"It's alright. See I'm fine," he soothed. He smoothed his hair from his eyes and stared down at the site before him. Even when he was guilt ridden and frightened, Alucard still looked perfect. Alucard relaxed.

"What are you doing here?" he asked trying to keep his mind off the skin that was tantalizingly close.

" Just came here to see you."

"Me?" Alucard looked up curiously. No one ever wanted to see him.

"Yes you, do you find that strange?"

"Yes."

"Why is that?"

"The only people who go out to look for me want to kill me."

Then realization struck him and he touched the back of his head. He noticed the Belmont had his whip on him and his bag, where a single stake poked from the bag. Alucard looked up terrified as he began to put two and two together. Richter at first didn't catch what he was thinking till he noticed the stake Alucard was now glaring at.

Next, Richter almost lost Alucard as he sprinted from the ground to his feet and began to run.

"No it's not!" he watched as Alucard hopped a few more tombstones, "damn him!"

He brought out his whip and like all Belmonts before him, he unrivaled it into the air and lashed out to catch Alucard's leg in mid jump. Alucard tumbled to the ground and quickly recovered by reaching for the bound leg. He may have hated his existence, but he didn't want to die. He looked at Richter as he approached, cursing all that he had done. 'Why is he doing this?' he asked himself. He had helped the Belmont Family for years. They had no reason to kill him. He attempted to crawl away, condemning himself for being a coward. He didn't feel like fighting anymore. He had just destroyed his own father. All he wanted to do was say hello to his mother's grave and go to sleep. He turned over to see Richter standing at his feet with his arms over his shoulders just looking at him, but he wasn't killing him.

"I'm not going to kill you," he stated flatly, "I came to see you."

Alucard sat up and unrivaled the whip a little calmer now, but still in shock. He didn't know why he had jumped to conclusions like that.

"Trust me I would never want to kill you," he assured Alucard, "now relax."

Alucard stood up taking a breath and edged a smile at the corner of his lip. "Sorry." But it quickly faded as quickly as it appeared. Richter stood there for a moment and his only thought was, 'Damn he needs to relax.' He couldn't believe how high strung he was. He was expecting possibly someone who was relaxed and calm. Someone that could take over the world out of boredom if he so chose, but before Richter, he found something that made mice look braver.

Alucard was frightened where he stood. He seemed to be so deep in thought he barely noticed the outside world, and it showed ten full in his reactions to all that happened around him. He was instantly thrown into fits of fear and saddness, and Richter could only stand there confused.

"So where do you stay?" he asked Alucard, attempting to break the silence.

He watched as Alucard straightened up and pointed towards a tomb twenty feet away. It wasn't huge, but it was still decorated as sweetly as Alucard himself. Rose vines swirled around the sides, giving way to hundreds of tiny buds and by sheer luck, a rose bush had brown into the carving and dazzled its stone surface with touches of red and green. A simple celtic designed cross stood proud a the steeple and Richter was fascinated by what he might find inside.

He through Alucard a glance to show him the way and he did. Alucard shrugged and took him to the entrance where he attempted to throw a fireball to like the torch. His eye narrowed and he scowled at Richter.

"Sorry," apologized Richter, he was unable to use his powers now. Richter took out a match and lit the torch on the wall, revealing a small staircase into the marble deathbed. A sarcophagus sat half opened in the center and Alucard simple walked to its side. He pushed it off and began arranging his sword and artifacts beside his coffin, "What are you doing?"

"Getting ready to sleep," answered Alucard plainly. Richter's heart went for a ride. He wasn't really going to shut himself off to the world again.

"Why?"

"If I stay awake, another mistake will occur, and I don�t want to have the blood of anymore souls on my hands."

Richter considered this. He did have a point, and he could see where this might be a problem, but if he went under, he would never have his chance with the Dhampire. He paced the room for a bit trying to think of his next plan of action. He couldn't just ask him, that would be too easy, he needed to figure out some way to convince, him or coheres him into doing what he wanted.

'It just isn't fair,' thought Richter to himself, 'Vampire's have that neat mind ability thing, while I actually have to think about it.'

"What are you doing?" asked Alucard, sitting patiently by his coffin. He had everything arranged neatly beside him. His demeanor was so insanely innocent, Richter thought he was going to fall over. Bits of his hair fell over his fine face and his long cape trailed across the ground in tiny ripples of velvet black. His amber eyes looked up questioningly and his sweet lips spoke carefully.

Richter could hear the hint of suspicion as Alucard brought his gaze on him. He stopped finally and decided on a plan of action. There was a moment of undisturbed silence between them, till Richter kneeled beside Alucard, and in a feeble attempt at an answer to his thoughts his kissed him. He wasn't about to try and figure out a nice or elaborate way to manipulate Alucard; he honestly couldn't think of one. All he could think of was, 'kiss him and find out what he does.'

Alucard went stone cold. His fingers gripped the edge of the sarcophagus and his breath caught in his throat. His body gave way to shock and he almost fell over in his place, but Richter's arms wrapped around him holding him in place. He was left stupefied in his place as he felt, Richter's lips tease at his own. His tongue slid across his lips trying desperately to nudge them open, but Alucard still wasn�t quite sure what was going on. He had a Belmont kissing him, not only that, but a male Belmont kissing him.

Alucard started to reach up to push him away, so he could finally get some answers, but he was greeted with the slack end of the whip being thrown around his chest and a pleading fingers holding his head in place. It wasn't like it was an unpleasant feeling, Richter was surprisingly enough a good kisser, but he would have liked an explanation. He felt Richter's hand curl into the fibers of his hair and for one brief moment Richter stopped at looked down at him.

Richter was drunk was thoughts at the small gesture of that kiss. His lips were just as delicate as the rest of him and his body carried no wait in his arms. For someone who was as tall as Richter, he was barely a feather in his grasp. Alucard attempted to get up, but Richter held him. He didn't want to let him go, now that he had had a taste of what his kiss could be like. He could be so much more, he just had to find a way to do it.

He brought his thumb across Alucards lips and watched as he closed his eyes to the simple touch. Alucard didn't seem to be saying 'no' yet, so Richter felt it only perfect to take advantage of the situation. He caressed his lips carefully, systematically prying them open, till he could see the tiny fangs just below his lips. Richter lowered Alucard carefully to the floor and began his slight teasing along the plains of his body.

By nature, Richter was completely aware that Vampires could be extremely responsive creatures, whether they wanted to or not, and he used that to his advantage. He slit his finger across his blade and slid the dripping liquid teasingly across his lips. Alucard immediately jumped at the taste and leaned in to gain more of the soothing liquid. Richter smiled to himself at the whimpering sounds that echoed from his targets body, but it allowed him a perfect opportunity to try for another kiss. He leaned over the body holding it still with his own whip and brought his tongue to the pliable entrance. He smoothed his lips across Alucard's and nudged his mouth open again, finally gaining access to the inside of this night born creature.

Alucard was still in shock to the whole experience, but his eyes widened when he realized again, just who and what was kissing him. He attempted to get up, but was again met with the feel of the other man underneath him. He looked about for a moment trying to figure out how he could gain more leverage, but was instantly lost in the taste of blood pass his throat once again. He closed his eyes to the taste and sought for more from the hot-blooded Belmont. He moaned in desperation for more blood, but Richter pulled away.

He watched Alucard come around from his blood drunk stupor and caressed his cheek. He wanted to find out what the rest of his body felt like, but at this rate it was going to be a difficult process. He brought his fingers to the last two buckles of his jacket and wrenched the fabric open.

Alucard bolted up and stared at him. No one had ever dared do that to him. Alucard glared at Richter, obviously alien to feel of someone else trying to undress him.

"What are you doing?" he demanded to know. Richter cocked an eye and stared discouraged for a moment. Maybe he was reading the dhampire wrong, but he really didn't want to put up with any more delays. Being so close and tasting was enough to arouse him on the spot.

"What does it look like?" answered Richter. It was a stupid question to ask considering he was kissing him and they were on the ground.

"But-" he stopped in the middle of his sentence and looked around.

"But what?"

"You�re a Belmont."

"Does that matter?"

"Not really."

Richter went for the clasp of his cape, earning startled jolt from the dhampire as he neared.

"But you're a guy?"

"I'm aware of that. Is there a problem with that?"

Alucard sat deep in thought for a few moments. He knew there had to be something wrong with that somewhere, but he just couldn't figure it out. The truth was, he had heard of guys sleeping with guys before, but he had never tried that. He had never attempted such a thing, because the idea never appealed to him, but then he hadn't slept with anyone in so long, he couldn't really say anything about either.

Richter chuckled at the pouty expression that crossed Alucards face and his slight crease that never formed on his nose. Richter had to admit, at times this brave dhampire was a child in a man's body. He began to go to work on the clasp and as soon as Alucard heard the sound of the metal clang against the floor he jumped. He leaned away from Richter, neither scared nor angry, just shocked.

"Why do you want to sleep with me?" he asked loudly. Richter was finding it amusing that he was literally nervous.

"Because I think you are beautiful," answered Richter plainly. He sat back on his heels and watched as the words created a slight blush across Alucard's cheeks. The blush merely gave him a slight flesh tone, but it was ravishing none the less to watch, " Now just relax, you seem like you could use a little unwinding."

He leaned into Alucard closer and captured those lips again, this time with full intentions of getting that coat off. He slipped his hands between Alucards shirt and vest and in one swift movement had his vest and coat to his elbows. Richter felt a gasp escape the beauty below him, but with Alucard's hands entangled in the mess of his own clothes, he couldn�t stop him from bringing his fingers to the bow of his cravat.

Richter was intoxicated in every minute detail of Alucard's undressing. It was like unwrapping a long awaited a present and topping it off with a 100 year old vintage wine. He smoothed his hands over Alucard's shoulders and couldn't suppress his moan when he was rewarded by the release of Alucard's slender neck to his lips. He nudged his lips down his neck and found the taste alone maddening to his senses. He couldn't describe the fresh scents that tingled across his tongue and in his nose. Somewhere in the middle of red roses and sweet jasmine he could find it, but even they were no match for the feel of Alucard's skin beneath his tongue.

Alucard closed his eyes to the strange sensations, as he tried to remember when last he had felt such things, but couldn't remember either. Richter's hands played down the length of his body and his lips teased his skin with every touch. He was heady with sensations, and when Richter's hand came to the rim of his pants he arched into the touch heatedly. He felt his hand travel down the front and tease him through his breeches, and Alucard growled between clenched teeth.

Richter's smile broadened as he knew, he was given permission, but he reawakened in the site of Alucard's face racked in pleasure. Alucard's expressions not only expressed pleasure, but so many more in those fevered moments. Alucard was hurting inside. So much that it was obvious that he hadn't slept with anyone in so long. He stared around the dust-covered tomb, and knew that Alucard never brought anyone else here, nor did he make any attempts to try. He was truly alone in his sorrows and Richter knew the moment he kissed those hesitant lips, that the old woman was right. He couldn't make this a one-night stand, he couldn't just consider this, a moment in time to cherish and leave. Somewhere between watching him and hunting him, he had fallen for him.

In those eyes that never smiled, Richter wanted to make those eyes smile and bring him to a soft bed where he could lie between the pillows. He wanted him to know that he was loved and not a monstrosity for both light and dark worlds to hate. He wanted so much from him and he wanted to show Alucard everything.

He ran his fingers over the fabric kneading the flesh lightly, till he could see Alucard squirming across the floor. His hair glimmered in the torch light and his body ached for more. Richter scrapped his fingers underneath the baggy silks of Alucards shirt and unveiled the heated flesh before him.

From the waist up he could see just how perfect his target really was. Despite his light weight, his body was dazzled with dozens of finely sculpted muscles. A never ending sea of pearl colored flesh lay before Richter and he brought his lips to that rising and falling flesh hungrily to take in the tiny droplets of sweat coating the skin. His arms were still bound behind him by his own clothing and his body responded to every touch.

Richter's hand caressed the expanses of his smooth skin and rubbed at the fine feel of his smooth stomach. He was so exquisitely fine, even the curve of his body, gave into the illusion of a slender waist and Richter was frantic for more. He kissed along his chest and found his first pale nub. He taunted it with his tongue and tortured it with his teeth. He swirled about it's domain till he switched to the other and felt Alucard writhe beneath him

Richter nudged his body between his legs and rocked their pelvics in time, driving Alucard into a frenzied war of growls and long purrs. The animalistic sounds enticed Richter to no end, and he teased down the length of Alucard's body till he met the lineing of his breeches once again. He brought his fingers up to play with the hard nipples and gripped the fabric between his teeth. He pulled it to his hips and blew on the newly exposed flesh. Alucard moaned and tried to release his hands from their confines, but Richter gripped his arms and brought his hands to hold down Alucards hips.

His palms traveled down the extent of Alucard's legs, unclothing the delicate skin and revealed the ethereal site of that white gleaming body below him. He was just as he had imagined and more. He had long slender legs that never seemed to end, and a slim waist that teased the mind into believing he was neither man nor woman, but an angel. His legs were wide to him and he could see the desperation in Alucard's body. He was awakened and hard, and the sinuous movements of his body were driving Richter mad. He tore off his own clothes wanting that skin on skin contact, and when he felt that body finally pressed against his, he was lost.

He gripped Alucards body tightly and lined every inch with sweet kisses. He felt his hair in his fingers and lavished in the sustaining feel of Alucards hands traveling up and down his own body. Alucard was curious to everything. He finally tore his arms from their binds and went in search of Richter's flesh. He wanted to taste the Belmont's skin and his hair. He licked at the nipples above him and kissed longingly at the offered neck. He dared not bite, but was lost instead in wave after wave if sensations throughout his body.

He barely had time to register Richter's actions when he felt a hand travel down between his buttocks and the slick feel of a finger force its way through. Alucard jumped and stared up at Richter questioningly.

"It's alright," he assured him. He immediately got the hint, that this was not something Alucard was used to and kissed his cheek reassuring. He had made sure to slick his fingers properly before doing so, and made sure to try and resist the urge to speed up the process. He wanted his new love to enjoy this. He hoped this could become something he could be accustomed to if all went well. He pried the flesh slightly and cautiously entered another finger. A slight whimper escaped Alucards lips, and he was growing increasingly worried, but Richter wouldn't let him down. He slipped his fingers in a bit further, searching for that secret which he knew would quickly change Alucard's mind.

Finally, in one shock ridden moment, Alucard's head flew back and his body arched in response to Richter's touch. Richter stroked the inside of his body cleverly, driving Alucard insane, with pleasure. Stars exploded before his eyes and tears ached for release. He gripped onto Richter for support and roared loudly as Richter forced another finger passed the tight ring. Alucard's need beckoned for liberation and his flesh longed for more.

Soon, Richter could feel Alucard trying to impale himself on those slick fingers. He was pleading for more, and when he pulled away, a long growl echoed Alucard's displeasure.

"Richter?" he pleaded. Alucard looked at him questioningly and attempted to coheres the Belmont to continue, but he just smiled.

"Just wait," he told him. He lifted Alucard's legs and forced them open, revealing the needing opening. He brought his hands down to coat his aching member with saliva and his own precum, and leaned forward kissing the half lidded eyes of his love. He nudged his hips forward, and while distracting his love with a kiss, speared his way in. Alucard arched in time and his eyes flew open looking up at the torch above him. He was filled to completion in one split second and the intruder new exactly where to hit to bring him in a maddened frenzied.

Immediately, Richter realized he had just found what he was looking for. He impounded directly on that spot and all feelings of pain were lost. He waited for a moment, just in case Alucard wasn't ready, and slowly began the assault inside. Alucard gripped Richter tighter and glared at him determined to say something, but he couldn�t when Richter's tip reached that spot again. He tortured Alucard endlessly with the assault, but the feeling was mutual, as Richter was finding the walls of Alucards body as intoxicating at the outside. He was so tight and moist, he couldn�t find words. It may have been, because he was half vampire, but if this was what vampires felt like, he was damning himself for killing every one of them he thought was attractive.

Alucard finally gave up the attempt to find words and simply began pounding himself even harder onto that flesh. He needed more, he was begging for it, in the only way he knew how, and Richter quickly got the hint with faster thrusts. He took a hold of the sarcophagus nearby and began the full out assault on the pleading body. He worked every movement into each thrust and brought his other hand down to stroke his love, where the tip dripped with juices. He took it in his hand and watched as Alucard's teeth clenched between his own cape and he dug trails into the underlying marble.

Alucard couldn't speak. He couldn't even keep a thought. He just wanted more. He didn't think it could get any better, till he felt a hand stroking his pulsating member and his mind went blank. Stroke after stroke was all he could see and the feel of his own body giving into some sort of inevitable event captivated his sense. He thought he was going insane, till all ended and his blood went fast. The combined pounding of Richter's hips and the maddening attention to his lower half, drove him over the brink and his vision went white for one glorified moment. He pulsated into Richter's hand and released his seed between their stomachs, and nothing but pure pleasure inebriated his body.

Richter's eyes slammed shut, as the tight walls took him and he was lost to his own world inside of Alucard. He spilled forth his release, crushing his member inside the hot flesh, and was thrown into ecstasy at the feel of his body finally allowed to pore exactly what it wanted into the object of his desires. It filled Alucard's inside and jolted with wave after wave of cum. His body quaked at the finale of his favorite dream and sweat plastered his hair to his face.

He looked down at Alucard, to see his body ready to give into slumber. He pulled out of him and lay beside the listless form. Alucard didn't say a word, but immediately curled into the cavity of Richters chest. He pulled Alucard's cape around them and clutched tight to the sleeping form. He had gotten what he came for and more. The old woman was right. He wasn't going to just leave him. In fact, as he stared down at the placid expression of a long awaited peaceful rest win over Alucards face, he realized, he couldn't conceive of ever leaving that beautiful body ever again.