Those who are Hunted

 

Disclaimer: Castlevania belongs to Konami not me. I am making £0.00 out of this fic, it is written purely because I have a burning need to create. Although I would like to own Alucard . . . then he’d be mine.

 

Warning: this fic contains YAOI (GuyXGuy), blood play and a lemon, if this offends or upsets you do not read this, it’s that simple.

 

Rating: R-NC17

 

Pairing: Richter/Alucard

 

Authoress note: I have changed aspects. I am aware Alucard’s eyes are a soft grey-ish colour, I was however inspired to change this.

 

EXPRESS WARNING: This is the LEMON

 

 

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Chapter Five

 

The late afternoon sun was gently turning orange, bringing an intense light down on a little cottage half buried in the middle of the silent forest. One of the make shift curtain’s has fallen completely letting the orange light into the room.

 

Richter opened his right eye a crack and directly snapped it shut again as it was battered by the scorching brightness of the afternoon sun. Groaning quietly he promptly pulls a blanket over his head and sets about returning to sleep.  Then there was a slight movement and Richter’s comfortable sanctuary of blankets evaporated.

 

“Annett lemme sleep” he muttered before his eyes sprang open at the memory of yesterday and this morning. He sat up and looked to his side, the blankets lay curled next to him, testing he poked them and was rewarded by an disgruntled sound.

 

Richter pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth finding the taste of the dunpeal still there, he smiled savouring the moment, he wanted this moment permanently engraved into his memory. A quiet groan and movement let him know his pale companion was awake, “afternoon” he whispered sitting up to see the dunpeal.

 

Adrian lay on his side, Richter pulled him gently and he rolled over with a slight annoyed moan. Richter shook his head slightly before leaning down capturing the dunpeal’s mouth in a kiss. He was hardly surprised when he was kissed back. Richter smiled into the kiss, noting Adrian hadn’t opened his eyes yet and was still relaxed, still half asleep. Sliding his tongue into the dunpeal’s mouth he brought a hand up to run up the dunpeal’s side smoothly, while the other seemed to move of its own accord into almost white hair.

 

“Wake up Adrian”

 

He left the blonde’s mouth and kissed a trail down his neck, licking the ivory skin; over his collarbone as the blonde dropped his head back obediently proving the dunpeal was most defiantly still half asleep.

 

“wake up Adrian” Richter warned before nipping lightly at the soft skin of the half bloods throat, he was rewarded with a quiet moan before he bit harder wanting Adrian awake. The dunpeal arched upwards a high keening noise coming from low in the dunpeal’s throat. Richter smirked pulling back.

 

The dunpeal’s eyes were wide open now, and he was gasping lightly, his throat obviously an erogenous area. He looked at the hunter who was now lying half on top of him and brushed his lips over the hunters before kissing him deeply. Hands leisurely beginning to trail over the hunter’s body. One hand slipped down of its own accordance to hold the hunter through his trousers, rubbing the bulge he found there.

 

Richter groaned and kissed Adrian harder, feeling their teeth hit together with the force, moving slowly so he completely covered the pale creature, holding his weight on one of his arms, he arched into the caress. His free hand becoming quickly occupied with removing the blonde’s trousers

 

Adrian’s grip tightened causing Richter to break the kiss and bury his face in the curve of the blonde’s shoulder, “mmmm” he crooned as Adrian lifted his own hips aiding Richter in the removal of his trousers. The dunpeal’s hand left Richter’s arousal for a moment to fumble momentarily with the fastenings on his trousers. A deep throated purr escaped the blonde as he slid his hand around the erection he managed to free from its imprisonment.

 

Richter gasped aloud when the frigid hand grasped him and felt his arms shake unable to hold his own weight while being treated to this. His eyes which he had closed now opened when he felt the dunpeal move his hand away after only a few deft strokes, Richter made a small disappointed sound but stopped short as he noticed the look in the blonde’s eyes. With speed and strength taken from his vampire heritage Adrian nimbly flicked them other before tugging Richter’s trousers off completely.

 

Richter smiled lazily up at the blonde who all out grinned down at him, he repressed a shiver at the expression, when Adrian grinned it revealed his inhuman dentistry and made him appear frighteningly like his father. Richter was forcefully dragged from his thoughts when he felt Adrian’s damp tongue slide quickly down his chest and slow on his stomach, his muscles contracted of their own will and he arched slightly when the dunpeal thrust his tongue into his navel. 

 

Suddenly Richter arched upwards fully, mouth open in a gasp, as he felt the blonde lick his way from the bottom slowly to the tip of his arousal, lazily lapping away the droplets that had beaded at the tip.

 

“Adrian” he breathed nails digging into the blankets

 

Adrian paused a moment, he knew Richter would enjoy this but the thought of damaging his lover was also present in his mind, he knew how sharp his teeth were, however when Richter’s hands buried themselves in his hair and gently pushed him back down, he could hardly argue.

 

He took as much as he could comfortly hold before relaxing his throat muscles and swallowing it all, mindful of his fangs. Richter moaned and gasped, thrashing his head harshly from side to side, sending brown locks this way and that.

 

“ . . . yes . . . ” he gasped in a breath

 

Richter felt more than heard his dunpeal purr back at him, the vibration causing him to writhe more so. Adrian was skilful but careful, sinking down slowly and then sucking his way back up to the tip swiftly. He could feel his fangs scraping across Richter’s flesh and was worried at first  but his fears disappeared quickly enough as the brunette continued to thrash and moan louder with each passing second.

 

Richter was having a hard time breathing, as the warm, wet heat was continually consuming him, causing his heart to race faster than he thought possible. The hands he had buried in his dunpeal’s hair gripping so tight it must be painful. Richter managed to peal his eyes open just enough to look down, to see dark purple eyes staring up through near invisible eyelashes. Just so beautiful.

 

Looking at Adrian caused an o’so familiar twinge start low in his legs and come shooting upwards. Richter was suddenly gripped with how fast this was, their first end so quickley.

 

“S . . . Stop” he managed to get out pulling the pale dunpeal upwards

 

Adrian looked up, his mouth just hovering over the top of Richter’s quivering arousal, a thin line of pre-cum lining his lips. The look of hurt and worry on the dunpeal’s face made Richter’s heart wrench as he fought to bury the sensations that would send him over the edge. His fight was in vain however when the dunpeal became distracted and lapped once at the tip lapping up the droplets that had formed once again. That simple action sent Richter cart-wheeling over the edge into oblivion.

 

Time ceased to exist as wave after wave of pure release exploded through the hunter. Head dropping back, Richter shuddered in the aftermath. It ended too quickly for his tastes and he hadn’t wanted it to end that way.

 

“Why did you want to stop” Adrian asked

 

It took Richter a moment but he managed to uncross his eyes and mouth a few quiet words before answering

 

“I didn’t want it . . .  to end so . . .  quickly” he managed to whisper panting for breath

 

The dunpeal looked relieved at that and then thoughtful for a moment before he leaned down, licking up Richter’s spent passion, cleaning the hunter.  The sensation of being cleaned brought back vivid memories of the beautiful pale creature lapping blood from his open wounds, the memory made Richter shudder. Confusion stopped Richter for a moment, he was still a vampire hunter, he did still hate vampires which surely meant that he hated the fact they drank human blood, he thought for a moment, if he did hate it . . . then why was every nerve in his body crying out for the pale white creature above him to slip fangs easily into his skin.

 

Richter ignored the idea and replaced it with the one of repaying the blonde dunpeal, he wanted to make the blonde arch and scream as he had him. Richter deftly slipped his legs around the blonde’s waist and rolled them again putting him over the dunpeal who smiled languidly with half closed eyes back up at him. He stopped again and just stared at the alabaster nymph below him, looking up at him wantonly.

 

“your so gorgeous”  he breathed leaning down and plundering the blonde’s mouth before making his way down, nibbling lightly on the dunpeal’s chest causing the dunpeal to arch once again.

 

His mouth continued his journey down until it reached the Dunpeal’s arousal, here he lapped, repeating the treatment the dunpeal had dealt him. Adrian let out a sharp cry and his entire body went rigged. Richter blew across the tip causing the blonde to mewl, before he was swallowed.

Richter writhed in the sounds he was drawing from the half blood, the feel of clawed hands embedding themselves in his hair caused him to shiver deliciously as he brought his head back up only to plunge it back down. He had the ivory dunpeal panting and gasping in minuets. Lifting his head Richter smiled watching the beautiful creature under him thrash and arch, begging and craving more of what he was doing, so like in his dreams, he gasped as he felt the blonde’s leg that was trapped between his own brush his re-awakened erection.

“I want . . .” Adrian breathed

 

“Yes” Richter asked

 

“. . . You inside me” Adrian panted arching higher

Richter paused, what? Inside? Richter frowned to himself, Adrian wanted him inside . . .  inside where? Richter blushed at his own lack of knowledge. He had assumed this would be it, that there was nothing else, a man’s body is vastly different to a woman’s, and he knew of nothing else he could do to the pale son of Dracula who was beginning to look a little worried.

“Of course you don’t have to” Adrian muttered, noticing Richter’s frown and misinterpreting it

Richter blinked at the hurt in the dunpeal’s voice, Adrian was obviously more knowledgeable in this particular situation and so Richter decided to put his trust in the half blood.

“What do you want me to do” he asked, Adrian blinked a moment before catching on to the fact that despite his passion Richter had never been with another male, Adrian bit his bottom lip before pulling Richter down and whispering his desire to the hunter.

Wide eye Richter drew back, he’d had no idea. The blonde was looking up at him from his sprawled position, in all honesty it sounded . . . painful, but the look the dunpeal was giving him made him trust his pale companion. Warm, calloused fingers slid up the alabaster thigh and round to the opening concealed there, where they gently rubbed slow agonising circles. Adrian gasped, a whine coming from his throat.

“Yes” he breathed against the hunter 

Pleased Richter continued to knead the opening pressing slightly harder, causing the dunpeal to hiss. Richter drew away worried for a moment.

“Isn’t this going to hurt you?” he asked. The pale son of Dracula opened eyes that he had closed and took a few breaths to get his voice working,

“A little pain” he shrugged “is always pleasant” his deep voice turning to a purr.

Richter didn’t move, he wouldn’t hurt him! True he liked to be the one in control in these situations, the dominant partner as it were, but he was not a sadist, he would no cause the beautiful creature beneath him pain.

“Please” the dunpeal’s eyes were swirling with colour as he looked longingly up at Richter; it soon became apparent that Richter wasn’t going to let up. Adrian sighed a little disappointed “oil . . . in the cloak” he gestured across the room.

the hunter nodded and stood moving over to where the dunpeal had hung his long cloak, he found himself searching pockets, coming up with, jewels, a few throwing knives and a potion or two. A deep growl from behind him made him realise he was taking to long, an ivory hand on his shoulder made him jump.

“Your to quiet” the hunter mumbled watching as the alabaster arm disappeared within the cloak and reappeared holding a small twisted bottle that glowed a faint blue. A soft mouth closed on his throat placing loving nibbling bites along his neck. Richter shivered as fangs scraped gently over his flesh causing goose-bumps to rise.

“Oh . . . Lord” he whined as the cool hand circled his arousal rubbing slick oil over it. The half blood purred into the hunter’s throat as he lubricated his lover.

A shocked yip came from the dunpeal when he was lifted clean off the ground and almost thrown back onto the bed, where the hunter sat over him. He groaned as he watched the hunter finish what he had started, coating himself with the oil.

All thoughts of daemons and hatred were fleeing the dunpeal’s mind like shadows in light. This was surly the reason he had not returned to sleep, this had to be why. Maybe the gods had finally forgiven him his heritage or maybe the dark gods were trying to lure him back to them through his lusts, truthfully right now the dunpeal didn’t give a damn all he wanted was Richter and the feeling of being touched.

Adrian whimpered unhappily when the hunter went to pour the oil into his hand, Richter paused

“You don’t want this” Richter gestured to the oil

“Do you mind?” the dunpeal asked

“I don’t understand why you would wish for this pain . . . but if it pleases you” Richter smiled, relenting and put the oil down

Adrian whimpered harshly when he finally felt a dry finger slip inside him, forcing him open, the strange sensation of being touched from the inside and the natural reaction of his muscles, clenching tightly around the digit. A moment’s pause and he felt Richter start to move, his finger reaching deeper. Finally, he touched the small bundle of nerves buried deep inside the half blood.

 “AAAHHHH!!” The dunpeal arched so highly Richter thought his back would snap,

The supple dunpeal collapsed back down breathing harshly only to arch again as the attack was repeated. He felt himself thrusting backwards against his hunter his body begging for something more sizeable to replace the digit now stretching him.

Richter felt himself twitch at the dunpeal’s reaction and made sure to rub against the small patch inside Adrian again and again. He curled his finger trying to open the dunpeal more, before inserting a second digit. The small guilt he had felt at causing the half blood pain had evaporated at Adrian’s obvious love of the treatment. He jerked his hand a little harder fishing for a reaction, the dunpeal let lose a low moan and arched again, and the hunter smirked.

 

“that’s it gorgeous, tell me what you want, how it feels” Richter whispered watching the dunpeal writhe under his touch, he could feel himself burning inside with the need to consummate this and he inserted a third finger which made the dunpeal make a strange shrieking sound that Richter found he liked very much.

 

He couldn’t wait anymore, the sight before him was threatening to push him over the edge, he needed to consummate this, now. Removing his fingers from the blonde Richter leaned forward covering the supple alabaster frame with his own, admiring the way their skins contrasted, pale ivory against gold tan. He felt the blonde trust upwards forcing their bodies to undulate against each other, coercing a groan from both of them. Richter leaned back slightly and began to push into the tight opening slowly.

 

The dunpeal was making the little shrieking noises again much to Richter’s delight, as Richter slowly gained his entry. Adrian arched up trying to get more of the hunter inside of him, he wanted the hunter inside him fully now.

 

“Now” he growled out through clenched teeth, when the hunter didn’t speed up his entry the dunpeal growled louder and arched harder, lifting both of them off the bed.

 

Richter gasped at the strength hidden inside the delicate frame of his lover and groaned when the weight shift caused him to thrust forward fully into the pale blonde.

 

“Tight” he gasped, panting for breath and trying to stop his mind spinning.

 

It was so tight, no woman Richter had ever been with had been this tight. Then again every girl or woman Richter had been with in his youth had been timid and delicate little things frightened of being broken, none had been like the wonton creature bellow him who had almost begged Richter to hurt him, the hunter found he quiet enjoyed this.

 

He felt the blonde jerk beneath him and started to move, slowly. Loving the way the dunpeal felt inside, how his inner muscles contracted stroking him. He angled his hips and trust slowly, re-angled them and trust again this time he got the reaction he wanted. The dunpeal mewled, muscles clenching tightly.

 

Richter revelled in the sounds coming from his dunpeal and started to move faster, harder. An especially sharp thrust caused Richter worry, he had felt the dunpeal tear and Adrian had obviously felt it to, he let out a little shriek and wrapped alabaster legs around the hunter’s waist forcing him in deeper. 

 

The dunpeal cried out in old tongue, a Romanian so old Richter couldn’t understand a word, then started trusting back, meeting the hunter’s trusts, causing Richter to moan aloud and go harder, trusts shaking the lithe dunpeal.

 

The dunpeal’s eyes took on a red hue, the red expanded, bleeding into the white and pupil until the entire eye was red and glowing, the dunpeal’s fangs lengthened, as the hunters free hand wrapped around his neglected arousal and stroked it in time with his thrusts.

Richter saw this and leaned down attacking his vampiric lovers mouth, scraping his tongue over elongated fangs, thrilling at the sounds it wrought from the dunpeal. As he moved back he shivered at the cries coming from the dunpeal and drove into him faster. The familiar twinge sprang to life and started shooting upwards, warning him of his impending release.

The feel of cool lips closing around his throat, delicate fangs scraping along the skin, searching. He screamed when they found their mark sinking in deeply, sending euphoric shivers through the hunter bringing him to climax instantly. He wasn’t sure if he continued to cry out; he was completely deafened by the blood pounding in his ears. Every muscle convulsed. As shock after shock of release spiralled to escape his body.

He opened his eyes a few minuets later still gasping in the aftermath, finding himself draped on top of his dunpeal who was still gasping, eyes still closed. Richter felt something warm and wet run against his thigh he lifted his head and glanced down, a small amount of blood leaked from the dunpeal. 

“Adrian” Richter snapped, turning to look back at the dunpeal’s face,

The dunpeal opened eyes that were now amber and purred contentedly under the hunter, nuzzling his pale cheek against Richter’s golden one.

“Are you alright” Richter asked

Adrian sat up bringing the hunter with him; he looked down at the small amount of blood on the cloth below them. Then cupped his hand in the back of the hunter’s neck and bumped his forehead against the brunette’s to prove he was fine. "I’d do it again anytime" he whispered sincerely, Richter still looked doubtful “it was amazing don’t you think” Adrian asked

“That was . . . intense” Richter managed feeling alabaster fingers trace his throat,

“I’m sorry I bit you” Amber eyes looked down then back up at the hunter, revealing emotion. Guilt, Richter couldn’t help but smile

“I nearly drive you through the bed and your worried about nipping me” he sniggered

“It takes a lot more to do any real damage to me and it wasn’t just a nip Richter, I should have had more control, I could have seriously hurt you” the blonde was obviously annoyed at himself, Richter thought for a moment

“I love you” he said calmly “you’re a big hypocrite but I love you”

Adrian’s eyes softened and he managed his usual half smile before it darkened and pale clawed finger’s scooped up the spent passion dripping from Richter’s stomach and disappeared inside the dunpeal’s mouth. Richter’s smile widened slightly and he reached over to do the same, lifting the blonde’s passion on two of his finger tips and lifting them to his mouth, however the blonde stopped him, swallowing his fingers and sucking them clean.

“You like doing that don’t you” Richter asked lying back down

“Well not that you’ll be overly interested but cum has almost the exact same make up as blood” Alucard murmured curling against his hunter who wrapped a tanned arm around him

 

“So I just gave you breakfast” Richter smirked

 

“I suppose you did” Richter could hear the slight smile in the Dunpeal’s words despite the fact the dunpeal had buried his face against the hunter’s chest

 

“Feel free to have breakfast everyday if you wish” Richter’s smile widened “or lunch, or dinner, or a midnight snack”

 

“I might actually hold you to that”

 

“You can just have a random snack you know”

 

“Yes Richter”

 

“Anytime of the day or night”

 

“Yes I get the point Thank you Richter”

 

“How about brunch or mid-afternoon nibble”

 

The End