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.
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Chapter Four
The Inn Richter checked into was not one in the
village, this Inn was on the road just outside the village, Richter was
thankful for that as the people here did not know him by sight, they would most
likely know his name should he tell them but he did not want to attract
unneeded attention.
His room was quiet unembellished but he really didn’t
mind. He simply removed his clothing and curled up under the blankets and tried
to sort out his thoughts. He felt guilt for Annett but he only found himself
feeling guilt only for her sadness, surprisingly enough he wasn’t heartbroken
about the fact she was leaving.
He put this down to the fact that Annett was right
they had been growing apart now, for the several months he had been home with
her the two of them had spoken less and less, they seemed polite enough to each
other and unpleasant words had not really been said but there had been a
silence between them that had not been there before.
Not to mention the introduction of Alucard, Richter
hadn’t been able to stop thinking of the pail blonde since he left, his dreams
had become a form of paradise where he had allowed himself to wallow in the
blonde’s touch. He had already admitted to himself that he did indeed feel lust
for the son of Dracula but he knew deep down that lust was not all he felt.
Surely if it had been lust alone, he would not have
risked his life trying to find the blonde, or have risked his life helping the
blonde when the ogre entered the village. Yesterday when he saw the blonde fall
from the roof and had lifted his shattered body, wondering if the blonde would
live he had felt like his heart was being ripped out. No this was more than
lust. A lot more.
So if it was more than lust what was it? He had
referred to Alucard as his soul mate . . . but that had been in a dream,
however the endearment rolled off his tongue so neatly and had felt so right,
just the thought of the dunpeal returning the endearment made Richter shudder.
The though paralyzed Richter, he was more frightened
by that one thought than he had ever been going up against the lord of darkness
himself. A crystal clear reality was growing up around him. He’d fallen in love.
What was he going to do about it? Just thinking like
that made him shudder with guilt, his wife had only just left him, this was
wicked, he should grieve at least for a while. But why grieve when he wasn’t in
all honesty that sad. Maybe if he went to talk with the dunpeal, he was injured
badly this afternoon so just checking on him wouldn’t be a bad thing would it.
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The forest was silent. Richter nodded to himself that
was probably why it was called the silent forest, but he knew other wise it was
called the silent forest because all who ventured here fell silent. The eternal
silence that only death can bring.
He didn’t know exactly what he was going to do, he
could hardly just walk up to the beautiful blonde immortal and shout out the
fact he thought he loved him. He needed to check on the immortal after
yesterday’s battle and if anything happened then so be it. Heaven’s above he
didn’t even know if Alucard returned his feelings, he’d seen the look he’d
given Maria yesterday.
He found human prints in the still wet mud and smiled,
Alucard, but his smile fell quickly, blood drops followed the dunpeal’s foot
prints. This was very bad, not only was the dunpeal still wounded and bleeding
when he left the
Fear swept through him and he started running. He
bolted forwards following the trail made by the blonde, all of these prints
were human, the blonde hadn’t changed to his usual wolf form, was he to hurt?
Richter ran faster feeling the wounds on his torso reopen sharply, his thigh
wound that had already reopened in yesterday’s battle now throbbed sharply with
the others. But he still ran.
He stopped running when he realized the tracks were
not leading to the cave he had found before, Alucard had gone some where else,
but thankfully he noticed that there was no more blood on the ground, the
blonde had healed. For that he breathed a sigh of relief causing him to wince
against the pain in his torso.
He started waking again, no longer
quiet as worried as he had been a moment ago but still concerned, the
pain becoming a throbbing sensation. The tracks went on deeper into the forest
deeper than the cave had been, Richter hoped it was true that the blonde did
know these woods well, he remembered Maria telling him something that the
castle Liberian had mentioned to her, that Alucard despite being the lord’s son
had not spent his early years in the
castle, up until the age of about seven Alucard had lived with his mother in
the forest in a cottage, only visiting the castle, until his mother had been
murdered at the village.
The pain was becoming a constant throb now in time
with his heartbeat. The warm trickles of blood running down his torso were
beginning to congeal slightly, then he spotted it, a cottage and the tracks
lead right to it. So Alucard had not been sleeping on a dirt floor, this small
revelation caused Richter to smile slightly. The windows were dark but he
wasn’t surprised, middle of the day Alucard would want it dark . . . wouldn’t
he?
A rumbling growl made him spin around spotting a troll,
‘at least it’s not an ogre’ he
thought, he contemplated fighting it but voted against it in favor of running
for the cottage. He turned back and sprinted hearing the heavy footfalls behind
him. With a fiery burst of energy Richter dove for the cottage and fell through
the door, slamming it and barring it with the thick iron bar Alucard handily kept
beside the door, obviously for that reason.
Catching his breath Richter scanned what he could of
the dark cottage, it was only one room, a small hearth in one wall, a table and
some shelves, on which rested broken pottery. A small stray beam of light
filtered through makeshift curtains onto a pile of cloth in the far corner, it
took Richter a moment to recognize it as a bed. The pile of blankets jerked
upright and twisted, fighting with itself for a few moments before a blonde
head appeared, gazing with bleary silver eyes, his mouth was open ever so
slightly and his hair was tangled.
Richter had never seen something so heart wrenchingly
beautiful in his life, his whole body ached and he found himself trying to form
words while the slightly confused Dunpeal looked around the room. Finally
Alucard made a disgruntled sound and flopped bonlessly back into the blankets,
rolling onto his side once more, making a relaxed sound; he lay there for but a
second before jerking back upright
“Mortal?” the deep baritone was slightly muffled from
sleep
“Alucard” Richter swallowed loudly as the Dunpeal tried
to untangle himself from the blankets, normally he would have sniggered at the
uncharacteristic display of clumsiness but not now, he had enough trouble
breathing. Alucard finally managed to free himself from the blankets and stood.
Richter’s heart skipped a beat as it donned on him Alucard was standing a
little bit away from him clad in black leather pants alone.
“Why are you here at this impious hour mortal” Alucard
mumbled rubbing an eye before audibly sniffing the air
“I came to . . .” Richter began but stopped as he
noted the expression with which he was being stared at.
Alucard had frozen completely and was staring at him,
mouth partly open, his fangs were slightly visible. It was the same look he had
given Maria yesterday. Relief and panic stole over Richter at the same moment, Relief
for the look did not mean love, Alucard was not besotted with Maria, and Panic
for it was the same look Dracula had given every living creature in his life.
Hunger.
Alucard seemed to come back to life and took a few
deep breaths before mumbling “you’re hurt”
“It’s not too bad” Richter lied trying to shrug but
winced instead a blonde eyebrow was raised at him in a smug oh-yeah fashion
“Then why wince” Alucard asked as he went over to a
table, he returned moments later with a bowl of water and a cloth. “Sit”
Richter was commanded and he obeyed, sitting on the rumpled bed smiling
stupidly as Alucard began to casually tug at the remaining buttons on his shirt,
Richter shuddered as nimble fingers occasionally brushed tanned skin.
Butterflies started performing a complex circus feint in his stomach.
“I
doubt this can be mended” Alucard said tonelessly remarking about the torn
shirt
“I
will probably just throw it away” Richter nodded and gasped and delicate black claws
cut through the thin fabric instead of bothering with any more buttons, the
torn remains of the shirt fell away exposing Richter’s bare injured chest
and stomach to the air.
Richter frowned as he noticed clawed porcelain hands
were trembling.
“I came to see if you were alright” Richter smiled a
little despite the pain flaring through his form “you got pretty walloped
yesterday”
“walloped?” Alucard asked his
voice quiet
“hurt” Richter explained
“no I was fine” Alucard lied reaching for Richter’s
shirt, he tore a strip of cloth from it and began to wrap it around Richter’s
arm, for a moment under the pressure, the wound bled a little faster, blood
covered the strip and ran onto pale hands.
Richter turned to confront the Dunpeal, he was most
certainly not fine yesterday, he had fled the scene like a frightened rabbit,
although Richter couldn’t really blame him for that, he gritted his teeth at
the ungratefulness of man kind, none saw Alucard as the creature that had saved
them, he was just a vampire, a threat.
As he turned he saw Alucard licking the blood from his
hand, slowly without thinking, while his other hand was busied in the bowl.
Alucard felt him staring and turned to look at him, he noticed the expression
which Richter was aiming at him, and suddenly realized why. He jerked his hand
away from his mouth and glared at the ground, ashamed.
He lifted the wet rag and started on another wound,
Richter unwillingly tensed
“I am sorry if I frightened you” Alucard muttered
shame in his voice
“No, it’s your hands, they’re freezing” Richter smiled
a little as he watched Alucard draw back away from him, he’d never seen this
Alucard before the small frightened creature battling it out with his own
instincts and desires, it reminded Richter of himself and his smile widened into a devious grin.
He knew how much trouble he was having controlling
himself, and even if Alucard didn’t feel the same as him, at least this would
be a way to have Alucard without physically having him in the way he wanted.
He reached up and ran a bloody thumb across Alucard’s
bottom lip, wide blue eyes looked up at him shocked and a little frightened,
his eyes changed slowly, swirling around becoming amber and darkening to a red
hue. Watching Richter, the blonde sucked his bottom lip into his mouth cleaning
it.
“you are a strange vampire
hunter indeed” Alucard breathed “its almost as if you want me to kill you”
“I trust you” Richter whispered
Alucard’s eyes widened again, his eyes still red,
eyeing Richter carefully from behind blonde lashes, slowly he raised his
arms to Richter’s shoulders and in a grip like steel that had been wrapped in
silk, strong but surprisingly gentle he pushed Richter down until he lay with
Alucard kneeling over him. He lowered his head almost carefully eyes never leaving
the vampire hunter beneath him, his tongue sliding calmly from between his
teeth and glided along the smooth tanned skin of Richter’s abdomen until it encountered rough
scales that tasted of life.
He
licked them once and they glistened appetizingly, he smiled a little before he
lapped at the meagre scraps, making a small sound as his breath snagged in his
throat, his movement sped slightly as did his breath, determined to remove the
congealing blood. When warm fresh blood bubbled from the wound Alucard seemed
to melt, Richter visibly noticed his muscles loosen; his frantic tongue strokes
slowed and became long lapping, cat like strokes. Alucard groaned quietly.
Richter
nearly moaned, having the object of his fantasies here with his mouth on his
flesh, just watching the pale dunpeal lap at his flesh it sent burning jolts
straight to his groin. Alucard paused a moment looking up at Richter’s face as Richter
blushed at the reaction he was having from the dunpeal’s attention, the dunpeal
inhaled sharply and slowly a self-satisfied smirk spread over the his face,
before he lowered his head again. He knew what effect his attention was having
on the dark haired hunter.
A
strange sensation started almost as if Richter had pins and needles on that
small portion of his flesh, the small tingling sensation intensified slowly
until Richter gasped sucking in air.
The
strange sensation intensified in a short blast and Richter bit his lip to stop
any sound that may jolt his beautiful dunpeal into stopping, it suddenly felt
like his skin was becoming tight, stretching. He heard Alucard growl angrily in
disappointment as the wound closed, Richter shuddered as he felt something
primal and completely carnal twist and lash like a giant whip inside of him at
the sound.
Alucard
moved to another wound on Richter’s abdomen and repeated the treatment,
Richter was twitching now and struggling to stay silent, as the wound closed
the dunpeal let out a louder and more frustrated growl. Alucard lifted his head
and Richter noted his eyes had changed once again, the pupil, iris and the
whites of Alucard’s eyes had been swallowed completely by a dark red glow.
The
third wound crossed Richter’s left nipple, he saw Alucard looking at it and
groaned in anticipation, Alucard closed his mouth over it as Richter’s chest
heaved, Richter shuddered again as he felt the tips of delicate fangs trace his
skin, then sink in sharply, deep into the open wound.
“AAAHHHH!!”
Richter cried out as Alucard sucked greedily, the sensations to complex to be just
pain or pleasure, he cried out again louder feeling as if his heart would
explode and Alucard jerked up.
Richter
struggled into a sitting position and sat gasping next to the dunpeal who was
still trembling. Richter looked down at
his torso the wounds Alucard had ‘fed’ from had totally healed, he blinked at
this a few times then remembered, vampiric saliva had a strong healing property
that was why ‘bite marks’ were rarely found.
Richter
looked up, finding himself inches away from his Dunpeal, he peered at Alucard
and could see the remaining
traces of bloodlust and longing in his eyes, Richter’s mouth widened once more
into a devious grin and then his mouth hungrily covered Alucard’s, in a intense
devouring kiss.
Alucard
whimpered as Richter wrapped his arms around the dunpeal’s shoulders reaching
up to place a hand on the back of Alucard’s head, holding him in place. Alucard’s
mouth was malleable and supple, almost like a
woman’s, yet Richter could feel the hardness of teeth behind Alucard’s lips
and it made him shudder, the sweet tang of blood remained. Richter almost
purred as Alucard started to respond, pressing himself hard against Richter, he
began to aggressively devour Richter’s mouth in return.
Richter
groaned into Alucard’s mouth as Alucard sucked on his bottom lip, nipping it
lightly, fangs grazing skin but not breaking it, he pulled away slightly to lap
gently before closing his mouth over Richter’s again sliding his tongue inside
Richter’s mouth.
Richter
twined his tongue with Alucard’s before pushing it back, sliding his own into
Alucard, trying to re-exert some dominance, he felt his dunpeal smile against
him obviously understanding Richter’s want of control and easily complying
leaning back pulling Richter above him.
Richter
pulled back from the kiss and made a sharp sound as he literally fell onto his
dunpeal, shocked at the sudden contact and the pulsing jolts it was sending
through him. He smirked before leaning down to continue the assault.
Deeper
and deeper the kiss grew both acting as if they wished to consume each other.
Richter’s hands moved on their own, tangling in that superb blonde mane of
hair, hair he’d been yearning to touch since they had met. It fell like
satin among his fingers. He pulled back to look at the fair creature
under him, biting down hard on his bottom lip, making sure he wasn’t about to
wake up in bed next to his wife with a burning ache between his legs.
Alucard’s
eyes slowly opened wondering why the hunter above him had stopped; Richter
smirked before lowering his head back down brushing his mouth across the
blonde’s nose, smirking wider at the tiny sound that came forth. He unhurriedly
moved down over the blonde’s mouth and followed the line of his jaw round until
he was placing open mouth kisses on the blonde’s throat.
A
sound akin to a whimper came from the dunpeal as Richter nipped and licked the
skin of his throat and collarbone. Before moving lower and capturing one of the
blonde’s nipples between his lips and sucking hard on it, the blonde went
completely rigid.
"oh god!" the dunpeal
cried out, Richter smiled against the blonde and brought teeth down, just
nibbling at first, then harder, causing the blonde to twitch involuntarily at
first then thrash as he bit harder, the blonde arched his back lifting both of
them upwards as he yelped and clawed at the hunter above him.
Richter
let out a deep reverberating groan, it had never been like this before, no
woman had ever been like this, never this perfect mixture of aggressive and
passive.
Eventually Richter pulled away breathing heavily, he grinned and collapsed
completely onto the blonde causing them both to fall back onto the bed, Alucard
heaving under him. Richter looked up noting the blonde was bleeding slightly
where he had bitten him; he also noted his back felt like it had been attacked
with a cheese grater. He was about to rise up and start all over again when he
heard the dunpeal whisper a quiet
“Forgive
me” Richter paused and rolled off his dunpeal sitting up, looking down at the
blonde who would not meet his gaze. “You trusted me and I . . . abused that
trust” Richter felt his heart wrench at the blonde’s expression, the dunpeal
truly thought he couldn’t have wanted that!
“Don’t
be foolish” Richter reached down to cup the dunpeal’s cheek
“It
is not foolish” the dunpeal snapped harshly “I could have killed you, then on
top of that I . . .”
“You
did nothing Alucard, I kissed you. I wanted to” Richter moved his thumb to
trail the dunpeal’s mouth
Alucard
closed his now grey eyes in what seemed to be despair before whispering to
himself “is the darkness so strong even the hunters can not resist a taste”
“a taste of what” Richter asked
“a taste of darkness mortal, you do not truly want or disserve
a daemon such as I but you are drawn in by the darkness that emanates from us
and seduces you from the light” Alucard expression if possible became even
worse, the guilt he felt making itself clear in his features
“I
do not wish for a taste of this darkness you think you have, I just want
Alucard, you”
Richter
tried to explain, Alucard opened his mouth again to protest when the hunter
interrupted frustration taking over
“Is
it so hard for you to believe someone could love you, are you so closed off
that the idea of affection from a human is repulsive to you, in your solitude
is that all that matters, do you so wish to be alone. Are you that selfish!!”
Alucard
had sat up during Richter’s outburst and was now blinking blindly at the human
“You
are a very strange vampire hunter” Alucard pulled his legs closer to himself “but
then so was your ancestor, I wonder if your strangeness is your strength”
“Trevor,
you’re talking of Trevor?” Richter asked
“Indeed
I am” Alucard managed a small attempt at a smile “he was strange as well, you
are like him in many ways”
“He
tried to jump your bones to huh?” Richter said meaning it as a joke Alucard actually
blushed a little “I didn’t know you could blush, that I could make you blush”
“You’d
be surprised mortal” Alucard whispered dipping his head to hide his face Richter reached forwards to move
the ivory hair
“don’t
hide yourself behind your hair” he muttered not expecting the reaction he got,
he half expected to be slapped away or shouted at but he did not expect the
dunpeal to laugh at him.
“You sound
like my mother” Alucard smiled widely for the first time in many years and even
managed to laugh a little
“God I
love you when you do that” Richter said without thinking, Alucard’s expression
became shocked
“What did
you say mortal”
“I
. . . love you” Richter said slowly Alucard looked shell shocked.
“But
you have to stop calling me mortal or human; I have a name” Richter smiled
nervously “it’s not like I call you vampire of half blood”
Alucard
was quiet for a little while looking down before he replied
“Very
well Richter but you must use my name to” Alucard nodded
“Alucard?”
Richter asked
“You
truly believe my parents would name me Alucard? How cruel do you believe they
were” he shook his head “no my name is not ‘Alucard’ I was born
Richter
smiled wide, any wider and he felt his cheeks would split
“Very
well
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