A carriage ride into the sunset…yes, Walter had to agree; this journey itself was taking the novel approach.
He flipped the page and continued reading, almost losing his spot when the carriage hit a few bumps, but then their ride smoothed. He glanced over the top of the book, first at Alucard who sat next to him and then across to the Florescu maid. For a few short moments, he pondered the silence in the vehicle and why the air around him felt unusual and awkward. To avoid the matter he continued to read.
The words contained on those crisp novel pages seemed to describe Walter's current adventure; 'Before us lay a green sloping land full of forests and woods, with here and there steep hills, crowned with clumps of trees or with farmhouses, the blank gable end to the road.' Walter pushed one curtain back that shielded the interior from the sun's rays. Alucard grunted at the light that touched him and turned away, making Walter chuckle.
Though stricken by war and genocide, this part of Romania was still lush, brimming with vibrant vegetation stretched over the rolling plains. He had never seen such a picturesque landscape before. In London, even at Hellsing Manor, which was expertly manicured, contained no such place. There were green fields, but nothing as untouched and magnificent as this. The wilderness, Walter thought, had a certain charm to it.
Continuing on in the story, however, seemed to present Walter with the troubling task of well...reading. He wasn't opposed to reading, on the contrary in fact. Despite his taste for chaos and adventure, the young butler enjoyed a cup of hot tea and a good book to unwind. But he couldn't bear to read about Jonathan Harker any longer. He found his character boring and far too one-dimension. He closed the book abruptly, causing the maid to jump at the sound.
"So, bored already I see? What happened to biting the bullet and finishing your studies?" Cooed the vampire. Alucard sat cross-legged, admiring Walter as if he were a prized trophy.
Normally, Walter would erupt at any mocking comment made by Alucard. But he displayed a better control over himself in the presence of others, which currently included the Florescu maid. He considered her presence and exhaled gently. "I merely realized my rude behavior and decided it was best to put my book away for later." He wanted to glare at Alucard for he knew his partner was getting a sick satisfaction out of his thoughts. If it weren't for the maid...
Oh my dear Angel, your threats are hollow. But it's precious that you think you could actually do something to get me back. Alucard grinned, smug as usual.
"But really, I'm terribly sorry for being so rude to you, Miss." Walter bowed best he could to the maid who seemed to shy away from his physical gesture.
"Oh, n-no, it's quite alright." She batted her hand three times. "Erm... did you enjoy your book?"
Before replying to her question, he took a moment to get a look at her. She was dressed in a French maid outfit, each part of her clothing appearing professionally pressed and cleaned. Her hair was chestnut, long but neatly held back by a frilled headband and the rest secured in a ponytail. Her bangs were short above her eyebrows with two longer locks before her ears, reminiscent of Alucard's hairstyle. Lastly were her eyes, which were the hardest to view as they darted around the carriage. For a moment the two locked eyes and he found them to bare a golden yellow hue.
"Enjoy it? No, I'm afraid I didn't," he admitted with a light chuckle. "But again, I'm being quite rude to you. Allow me to introduce myself." Walter bowed again, best he could in a seated position. "My name is Walter C. Dollneaz, head butler to Sir Arthur Hellsing."
"Oh my...you're the head butler?" She could hardly mask her shock, bringing both hands to her bottom lip.
"May I have your name, Miss?"
The maid's cheeks began to redden as she looked away from Walter. "I'm Adina...Adina Welsh."
"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Welsh." Walter covered his heart with one palm and tipped his head, making Adina's face color.
Well this is certainly interesting...Alucard smirked from his shadowy corner. Aren't I supposed to be feeling...jealous at this point? His mind erupted with laughter. He sat back, preparing a comfortable position to enjoy the show as the pair of children socialized.
"But um...I don't understand how you could be the head butler. You seem so young."
"Yes," Walter smiled. "I am quite young; 15 in fact. Might I ask your age?"
"Walter, you should know better than to ask a woman her age. How pushy you are." Alucard couldn't help but stick his nose in and comment, receiving a glare from the butler.
"Oh no...I don't really mind. I'm 16." Adina bowed her head and nodded four times in succession.
While Walter knew she was younger, he didn't really believe she was close to his age. He thought a moment, realizing this was the first time he had spoken to a girl. (Alucard not included) In fact, the only women he had been around were the Hellsing maids and occasionally he had passed one of Arthur's dates in the hallway. But this was his first time actually talking to a girl. He found her mousey disposition refreshing, a stark contrast to Alucard's arrogant, pushy nature. Somehow he felt calmed by her presence and had a feeling he would be seeing her for a good portion of this trip.
"But if you really are curious..." Walter began. He smiled. Alucard aside, this would be the only other person he would tell his family history to. "...curious to know why I am head butler, it's because I took my father's place."
"Your father?"
"Yes; Henry Dollneaz. He was the previous head butler to Sir Hellsing. But he was lost in the London Blitz of 1940."
"Oh my...I'm so sorry...."
Blue eyes squinted a moment, recalling a few events of that day five years ago. But he quickly returned to the present with a sincere smile. "No need to apologize. I was the one who offered you the explanation. So you have no need to worry." He noted the sorrowful expression on her face, and believed that 'mousey' really was the best was to describe her. The timid, gentle look in her eyes made Walter want to smile. So he did; softly, like one his age should smile at a girl.
"And you're not worried?" Adina inquired, to which Walter raised an eyebrow in question. "I mean...with all the responsibilities you have."
"Walter...worry?" Alucard chimed in, receiving another glare from Walter. "The Master is a sleazy, messy lout and Walter here has his work cut out for him. But all things considered he is a rather good servant, aren't you?" He pursed those thin pinkish lips at the Hellsing butler.
Walter rolled his eyes, attempting to ignore Alucard's childishness. "Not at all. Sir Hellsing can be a handful, but my father trained me quite well."
"Oh..." The maid drew a finger over her lips, contemplating something that heavily weighed on her mind.
"I take it you are just starting out?"
She looked to Walter. "Yes...my mother has been training me. She's also a maid to Sir Florescu."
For a moment, Walter realized where he was: Romania. But this girl, Adina, seemed to speak perfect English. He thought it best to leave such a question for later.
"I don't have many tasks....mostly I serve afternoon tea. But I'm not the best..." Adina sighed with a frown.
"If you'd like, Miss Welsh, I can offer my services to you. I wouldn't mind helping to show you how to serve the tea properly."
"Ah..." Why does he care? Adina sadly thought. The only person who ever listened to her complaints was her mother and no one else. So why would he care? "You don't need to..."
"It would be my pleasure. Even though I am here on business, I am still a servant. Please," he smiled again.
Alucard took in the children's conversation. It was nice to see Walter act human for a change.
"If you insist..." Adina bowed her head. "Thank you." Her golden eyes moved to Alucard who sat silently observing. "I'm sorry, and you are?"
"My dear," Alucard placed both feet on the floor, cocking his head to one side. "Hasn't your master told you about me yet?" The air within the cabin grew frigid and the shadows darker.
Stop it! Walter turned and glared at his partner, thinking as hard as possible. You're more than enough to intimidate this girl...perhaps even make her faint. Could you please remember Sir Hellsing's orders and try to act inconspicuous?
Fine, fine. The shadows retracted and morphed into their previous shapes. The temperature evened.
Adina sighed, her lungs feeling a little less heavy than earlier. She had been watching the silent exchange between her newest companions when the world around her grew dark and disorienting. And suddenly everything was normal. For a few short moments the maid wondered what sort of relationship they had.
"My apologizes," Alucard said. "But has your master told you about me?"
She shook her head.
"Then best he explain the situation to you."
Walter couldn't argue with that, and waved his palm at Adina apologetically. "Your master, Sir Florescu, if I remember correctly I heard he is big on appearances."
She nodded. "Yes, that is true. He is partial to detail."
"Yes...My Master informed me of this. I have a pair of gloves just for the occasion." Walter's tone was hardly amused.
Adina seemed to find this funny and giggled. "He is not too bad one you get to know him. Master is a strong and knowledgeable man."
Walter heard a cough and turned to Alucard. What? Thought the vampire. It's not as if our Master isn't anything like that. You can't blame me for finding it amusing.
He grunted with the shake of his head, forcing a few dark bangs over his eyes. While the boy had to agree with Alucard's words, he couldn't help but feel he had been away from Hellsing Manor for at least a year's time. Venturing through a foreign country with such a troubling partner was sure to test his patience. A tiny part of him had to admit he was thrilled at such a trip, but his exterior expressed a different feeling altogether.
The carriage slowed to a halt. "Oh, we're here." Adina moved to exit, but Walter moved in front of her with a smile.
"Please," he said and stepped out first, and extended his hand to Adina. Hesitantly she offered Walter hers and walked out. Walter did the same to Alucard, frowning deeply. Even though Alucard appeared as a young female, he hated treating him as such.
Those two hands held in his; Walter contemplated the difference between each. Alucard's were familiar, cold and strong. Adina wore thin gloves on hers with a trim of lace around the wrist. Her own was warm and soft against Walter's. That unfamiliar warmth, he sort of liked it.
"Um, Sir Dollneaz..."
"Yes?" He turned to her.
"Your hands..." She pointed to her own.
"Oh! You're right." Walter fished his coat pocket for the pair of white gloves and put them on. "Thank you, I owe you one."
Alucard stood next to his partner, continuing to laugh at the pair of kids conversing.
Walter spoke to the coach of their carriage a moment until the man left into the Florescu Manor. The young butler took a moment to observe his surroundings. The remaining sunlight illuminated the west-most portion of the manor, which to Walter appeared to be more of a castle or even a church than a home. He struggled to imagine how Hellsing would appear if placed next to Florescu Manor and concluded that the castle-church had to be at least five times bigger.
The manor stood atop a hill with a corresponding valley away from its' base. The surrounding landscape, full, tall trees, collected around the rear of the building, reminding him they were near the Carpathian Mountains. The structure itself was both vertically and horizontally stunning, almost equally proportionate in each direction. Three tall steeples in the front of the building scraped against the clouds, each thicker on bottom with fine points atop them, their finials narrowed like spears. The entrance was structured with cream colored columns and Walter noted they were doric, paused and then laughed. His studies in old architecture seemed to have left a bigger impression on him than he originally thought. The artistic historian voice within him muted a moment as he took in more detail of his current residence.
Most of the building was a light yellow hue, accented with deep chocolates and umbers in the form of a geometric design made of wood that framed the second level windows. Again his eyes wandered back to the front of the mansion, where the doric columns supported the top most spear-shaped tower. At the front there was a dirt walkway that lead to cream-colored steps and at their top was a pair of wooden French doors. Currently they were open.
"Miss Welsh would you be so kind to--" When he turned, he noticed he was alone. Alucard was already walking up the steps and Adina was nowhere in sight. He assumed she was already within the manor's walls and sighed gently.
I wouldn't worry about the luggage right now, Angel. It would be rude not to greet our temporary landlord first. Alucard's words drifted into Walter's conscious. He released another sigh, nodded in agreement and followed.
The interior of the manor was quite lavish, and again Walter was comparing it to that of Hellsing. He wasn't sure if Mr. Florescu was richer, snobbier or a combination of both compared to Arthur. Walter shrugged and walked into the center of the foyer to observe. The dark brown hue had also been used on the inside for all of the walls and some parts of the ceiling. For the most part the ceiling was cream, speckled with an interesting texture that looked similar to lumpy oatmeal. The walls, however, were intricately laid with floral patterns, ingrained into the wood. The space between the ceiling and walls was crowned with three-dimensional golden designs, most of which Walter identified as the fleur-de-lis. Considering Miss Welsh's attire and the designs within the household it was safe to say that Mr. Florescu had a taste for French culture.
"Bine ai venit," (Romanian: Welcome.) a deep voice spoke.
Walter, who was lost in the lavish interior, remembered himself. Alucard and him looked to the staircase at the center of the room where a tall bearded man stood, dressed in what appeared to be a decorated military uniform. His face was wrinkled and his hair brown, curled around his eyes and cheeks. Though his eyes were the most interesting: wise and calculating. From this distance Walter couldn't guess their color, but he was sure if close enough, he wouldn't want to look this man directly in the eye.
"Ah," Alucard smiled, "Vă mulţumim pentru primirea ne în casa ta frumoasă." (Romanian: Thank you for welcoming us into your beautiful home.) The vampire bowed his head slightly, far forward enough that his pillbox remained atop his head.
The older man returned the smile.
Walter was beginning to understand this. This man had to be Mr. Florescu and both were speaking in Romainan. It was hard to remember that Alucard spoke in this way long before he came to London, and long before he was a creature of the night. Needless to say, there were many things Walter would have to get used to on this expedition.
"Majordom tau arata confuz. Nu stăpânul său îl educe în limba Română?" (Romanian: Your butler looks confused. Did his master not educate him in Romanian?)
Alucard chuckled as the man came towards him. "Eu nu s-ar baza pe de omul cel vechi pentru astfel de lucruri. Sunt sigur că aţi uitat că vorbesc o limbă diferită." (Romanian: I would not rely on the Old Man for such things. I am sure he forgot that you speak a different language.) He sighed with a vindictive smile and gestured towards Walter who withheld the urge to scowl. "Tu nu ştii limba Engleză corectă? Cel mai bine vorbesc că, dacă doriţi să-l înţeleagă.' (Romanian: You do know English correct? Best you speak that if you want him to understand.)
"De acord." (Romanian: Agreed.) The man sighed with a shake of the head. Arthur really was incompetent, he thought. "You are Hellsing's butler, I presume?"
"Uh, yes." Walter bowed. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sir. You are Sir Dumitru Florescu?"
Mr. Florescu nodded. "I trust that your journey was a pleasant one?" He looked to Alucard who nodded.
"It was rather interesting, I must say." Alucard grinned, and flashed a stare towards the butler. "Though my butler kept me more than entertained on our little trip."
"Bun, bun." (Romanian: Good, good.) Mr. Florescu gestured towards the sofas at the far left of the room. "Te rog, nu vă va sta astfel încât să putem vorbi mai mult?" (Romanian: Please, won't you sit so we may talk more?)
The vampire chuckled. It seemed Sir Florescu was a traditional man and paid no mind to the servants as Arthur did. He treated them as they were, as servants.
Alucard grinned. "La fel de mult ca m-as bucura sa vorbesc cu tine, cred că e mai bine am merge la camera mea cu Butler. Eu cred că e timpul îi dau o lecţie în limba noastră maternă.' (Romanian: As much as I would enjoy talking with you, I believe it's best I head to my room with the butler. I believe it's time I give him a lesson in our native tongue.)
Those dark, calculating eyes looked to Walter. He felt uneasy with their gaze upon him and sighed when Mr. Florescu looked back to Alucard. "Poate că sunt corecte. Te rog sa-mi pentru cina in seara asta. Ne-am pregătit masa de obicei câteva ore mai târziu, în aşteptarea pentru sosirea ta." (Romainian: Perhaps you are correct. Please join me for dinner tonight. We have prepared the usual meal a few hours later in anticipation for your arrival.)
"Da, vă mulţumesc pentru ospitalitatea dumneavoastră. Pentru moment, voi retrage în camera mea cu majordom."(Romanian: Yes, thank you for your hospitality. For the time being I will retire to my room with the butler.) The corner's of Alucard's mouth curled into an excited grin as he grabbed one of Walter's arms, holding it tight to his chest. Those molten orbs held their gaze with Mr. Florescu long enough to convey what could not be said with words about Alucard's ownership of Walter. "Acum, dacă ne veţi scuza." (Romanian: Now, if you will excuse us.) Alucard pulled Walter to the foot of the staircase where Adina waited. She explained how to get to their rooms Alucard grinned. "Oh and by the way, you forgot to the get luggage, Wal~ter," cooed the girlish vampire.
"Ah what? But you told me that..." Blue eyes locked with Mr. Florecu and quickly darted away. "Yes, Sir." Walter bowed to Alucard who was escorted up the staircase by Adina, leaving the Hellsing servant to collect the bags and boxes.
* * *
A resounding click signified that the door had been locked, leaving the pair in silence.
Alucard focused on Walter's breathing and heartbeat which had slightly increased. "So what now, my dear Angel?" He cooed, advancing towards the young servant.
Walter plopped down on the one bed in their room, slightly winded from the exercise he'd received from toting Alucard's coffin not to mention the other suitcases. He also had to make a special stop to the kitchen to drop off Alucard's blood. Walter was left taking that stupid box up the stairs; each corner of the stairwell posing an equally annoying problem for maneuvering.
A hand combed back shaggy bangs as Walter recalled each time he'd almost lost his footing and his grip on the 'big box' as well. "What now...? How about a nap...I've taken your coffin many places, but never up so many stairs before...." He shot a weak glare in his partner's direction, taking in a breath as he relaxed a moment more.
With grace only a preternatural being could possess Alucard moved to sit down on the bed next to his partner. "Is that all you really want to do, Angel?" He leaned towards Walter, tracing a finger down the arch of the warm neck. "I'm surprised you have nothing to say about our landlord's thoughts about you. He didn't seem to like your presence."
"Oh, did he tell you that?" Walter replied in a sarcastic tone. "I have to say I miss Sir Hellsing while being in Sir Florescu's presence. That reminds me...what were the two of you saying?"
"Jealous?" Alucard sat closer and played with the hair on the back of the servant's neck. "I suppose then I should be of you and the little French maid."
"You mean Adina? Jealous?" Blue eyes blinked several times, trying to understand what his partner meant.
"Angel, it seems you're far too juvenile to understand such things. But it is refreshing to know you're not bored of me yet."
"Bored?" Normally Walter would have sat up at such a comment. But he felt weak and sighed. The thought that Alucard would be jealous of anyone made no sense to him, and he wasn't sure if it was a joke or not. But he didn't care too much; Alucard's touch felt entrancing. Walter did not allow himself to show enjoyment for the vampire's actions, and combed his bangs forward again, trying to put each lock of hair back in its original place. "But really, for now, all I want to do is relax," he stated, with closed eyes.
The small vampire pulled back with a mock pout. "You're truly no fun, Walter." He huffed indignantly.
After sitting quietly for a moment Alucard moved into action; this time he moved to sit behind the young butler. "Your shoulders must be tense from carrying my coffin up those stairs." He chuckled, placing his gloved hands onto the butler's upper arms. "Let me ease some of that stress for you..." His hands began to move in circular motions across the Angel's back, judging where the knots had formed.
Surprised by the current situation, Walter was short on words. "...Alright," he said, trying his best to relax into the hands massaging his stiff shoulders. The vampire's cold hands glided up and down his knotted muscles, testing each new position to see if it needed attention, and, if so, applied the correct amount of pressure. This feels nice... A pleased sigh escaped him.
A low chuckle fell from Alucard's lips. "Lay down... perhaps that will help ease some of the tension?" He said his voice a whimsical sound as he breathed into Walter's right ear. "Remove your shirt as well. It's hard to pinpoint the exact location of the tense muscles." Alucard removed his gloves as he spoke, revealing the sigils that were engraved onto the backs of his hands.
Lay down...remove my shirt? Walter was not a complete fool; he knew what Alucard's ulterior motives were. However, the vampire was actually helping him, it was something to weigh against the accusations he was holding against the Nosferatu.
The teenager decided to comply with a short nod and began to unbutton his waistcoat, loosen and remove his tie, then unbutton his dress shirt. Even if Alucard were to have his way with him, at least he would have a nice massage beforehand.
Once the attire was removed, Walter lay on his stomach, looking over one shoulder at his supernatural partner. "No funny business, got that?"
"Now how is helping you funny business?" Moving towards the young butler, Alucard splayed his cold fingers over the skin, relishing the sensation of heat for a few fleeing moments. Back to the present, he pressed harder into a particular spot below the shoulder blade that made Walter groan loudly. Grinning he pressed a quick kiss to the area between Walter's shoulders.
The sensation of lips upon his skin made Walter's left hand twitch slightly. Holding back a groan from the kneading at his shoulder, he continued talking. "Are you helping me, or are you helping yourself?" He grunted again, almost salivating at the tension melting from his shoulders.
Alucard chuckled, the kneading motions stopped for a moment while he shifted, straddling the young man's back. "Perhaps I'm doing one? Perhaps I'm doing both? You still get a better deal out of it don't you think?" Again the petite vampire started his massage, using his body weight to press against the aching muscles.
The young servant was incapable of words now. The pressure to Walter's back left him unable to speak, but he didn't care; his shoulders felt incredible and lighter with each touch. Deal...there is never a deal with you, Alucard. Just prey... his mind thought. And I am always the prey... Half of Walter hated that fact, the other half loved it; though he wasn't sure which half was correct. Either way, his muscles were getting attention, and Walter focused solely on that.
Laughter floated through the room. "Oh ho! You make me sound so despicable. And when I'm being so nice to you." He leaned forward molding his body against the curves of the young man's back. Alucard's tongue slithered out and left a wet trail down his prey's neck.
The youth shivered against the tongue. Don't feign disappointment...it's hardly believable, coming from you. Walter exhaled softly. Of course you're doing this….I'm right again. If he'd been a betting man, the butler would have been rich for his hunches towards his vampiric partner.
You only know that because you've had the opportunity to become closer with me. Overall I'm not sure how good that is for your humanity. Snorting, he pressed even closer into Walter. Is this all you want...just this massage for your back? He pressed his fingers into the butlers back. Or do you want something more...? Shadows quickly maneuvered themselves underneath the two on the bed, beginning to stroke lightly at Walter's erogenous spots.
Walter moved against the shadows that rubbed him just right. Even in thought, you talk too much...The butler was unable to reason with himself, the part of him loving this time with Alucard wanted that cool body under him now.
Talking is half the fun Angel! He cooed mentally.
The vampire's hands traveled down the smooth skin of Walter's back admiring the supple curves. He lay down atop the young man fully and pressed his clothed body onto the one beneath him. "So warm..." He whispered.
Alucard's shadows were taking on a life of their own, continuing their movements, one stroking lovingly over Walter's testicles.
He squirmed. Teasing was always annoying to Walter; drove him mad with desire. And the young butler never liked to fall prey to such carnal urges. In his mind, he still attempted to believe he was better than this. Another stroke from the shadows resulted in the release of a throaty moan.
The vampire smiled. He was very pleased when Walter let go of those proper manners and allowed himself the time to feel without holding back. Alucard placed his mouth at the nape of Walter's neck, lightly grazing fangs over the warm skin, sending chills down the young man's body. Hands reached under the butler to grasp at his nipples as he twisted and pinched at the nubs, evoking new utterances from the writhing boy.
Walter licked his lips, hoping to keep himself from salivating for a very different reason than before. At this point, he gave up resisting; the pleasure was just too good to hold back. If this was just the pleasure from his nipples...then what would that mean for his nether regions? Each time Alucard and he had been together, the pleasure was mind blowing, but the butler found himself particularly sensitive this time.
"Aaah..." the butler groaned.
Alucard's shadows encircled his partner's penis giving the youth exactly what he wanted. At the same time he began shallow thrusting motions with his hips, pressing his own erection into the crease of Walter's bottom. "Yes... let go...let yourself go..." he whispered.
Walter's legs closed together, lightly humping at the bed. Another moan escaped him when he could feel Alucard's member on his buttocks, and his legs came closer together as he thrust into the bed sheets, hands grasping firmly to the edge of the frame.
"Give in..." Urged the vampire as he thrust in time with Walter. The shadows moved and separated finding their way deeper into the butler's pants, teasing his puckered entrance. Almost tentatively they pressed against the ring of muscle only to retreat when being pushed against.
Butt muscles clenched, moving upward into the vampire's member as another moan escaped him. "Alucaaard, ah, please--" Before the butler could finish his sentence, the sound of smashing glass could be heard along with a thud of something falling to the floor.
Abruptly, the small vampire stopped and moved swiftly from the bed. Looking around he saw no sign of attack, save for a large rock that lay a few feet away from the bed. Stowing towards the window the small vampire peered out: there was nothing. But he could still feel a preternatural presence about the area. "We've been visited."
Walter sat up on the bed, adjusting his belt, tie and vest. Grumbling to himself, the butler stood off the bed, coming up behind Alucard. "By whom, do you think?" he asked, scanning the world outside for any clues.
The vampire chuckled, taking on a sinister tone as he turned to look up at the disgruntled butler. "One can only assume it was the enemy." He smiled cocking his head to the side in a manner that looked like he'd snapped his neck. "They've declared war on us Walter." He hissed excitedly.
Walter smirked at Alucard's last statement. War...a battle would satisfy the young servant now; anything to get his anger out would be warmly welcomed. He had so much energy within him at that moment, considering his release had yet to come. Bloody rock... "What should we do for now? Chase them down?"
Burning eyes gazed at the irate young man. "For now... we wait. They are too weak to go after. I want a decent fight for these irritating buffoons." His eyes shifted downwards. "And you... you are in no position to go out for killings..." He reached forward and cupped Walter's erection with his cool hand.
The butler twitched at the contact, still infuriated at the interruption by the large rock mere moments ago. He was already too tense to enjoy an orgasm at this point and swatted Alucard's hand away. "Don't!...For now..." he paused, turning away from the vampire. "Ba....bat....Bathroom!!" And with that, Walter stormed off towards the water closest, slammed and locked the door, leaving the small Nosferatu to himself.
Alucard chortled as he watched the young man escape. Once his laughter had ceased his body began to waver and become transparent until he was nothing more than a cloud of smoke. The smoke drifted towards the door and seeped under the crack.
Inside the bathroom, Walter fell slack against the closed door, small breaths escaping him. He did not know why he had escaped from the sweet contact that was his vampiric partner. But somehow, he felt rather pissed with the current situation. A moment or two away from Alucard might do him some good, and a shower seemed to be the best answer. Walter stripped, adjusted the water and stepped in, the liquid instantly calming him.
The smoke trailed farther into the room, forming with the steam that was created by the hot liquid. It rolled and pressed against the young man's warm body leaving gooseflesh in its wake.
A sudden chill ran down Walter's body as he realized his erection was still there. He sighed, the stiff flesh still pulsating with vigor. With a small amount of reluctance, Walter allowed his fingers to trail over the utmost tip of his cock, circling the slit with slow motions. The youth bit at his lip to silence his need, butt muscles tensing with forward motions into the teasing digits. Fingers moved down the top to the shaft, thumb meeting from the other side to grasp his member and pump it in a slow manner. He wanted more....much more than this. A sudden thought came to mind as Walter allowed his other hand to come around his back end, an index finger tracing his pulsating entrance.
Alucard does this...he thought, eyes closing tight to imagine the vampire touching him, doing these naughty, beautiful things to his body. With that thought burning in his mind, Walter dabbed the same index finger at his moistened penis and returned it to the entrance and placed it within himself. Biting harder on his lower lip, the servant moaned gently, hips grinding forward.
Both hands began to move faster, fervently now; thoughts of Alucard's touch, his breath, his skin caressing Walter flooded his consciousness urging him on, pushing him closer and closer to the brink.
The mist that collected as steam from the heated water began to solidify around the young butler. A hand warmed by the water touched Walter's clasped hand as a body pressed flush against his front. Alucard looked up into the blue eyes with delight. "So you really enjoy what I do to you, don't you Angel?" He whispered teasingly.
Alucard's left hand snaked its way behind Walter and pressed the finger the youth had inserted into himself further in. He smirked, leaning towards Walter's chest and gave a teasing lick to one erect nipple.
The young man released a pleased moan, climaxing within seconds of his partner's appearance. Panting, his mind cleared as he realized where he was, water hitting his face. "You...." a grimace bore into his features as he glared at the vampire, rinsing his hands in the stream of water.
The small vampire grinned, rising to his tip-toes. "Yes?" Leaning forward he pressed his lips to Walter's, his body molding against the drenched youth's. "You finished what you wanted, so why the sour face?"
He wanted to remain mad. But god, it was hard to be with Alucard's sensual voice lacing his ears. His expression softened to a slightly agitated one, and he quietly snorted. "It's nothing. Now, would you mind allowing me to finish my shower....in peace?"
"You really want to do something as boring as that? Where's your sense of adventure? We've never done anything of this manner in the shower before." He moved forward, forcing Walter against the steamed shower walls. "The wanton image of you masturbating while thinking of me is still fresh in my mind." Alucard grinned wickedly and pressed himself flush with Walter again, revealing that he too had some 'unfinished business'.
Walter smirked, letting his irritation dispel in the process. "You never let me have a choice, do you?" He wrapped his arms around the figure before him, letting his thoughts of a peaceful shower go.
"I'm letting you have all the choice in the world. You're agreeing with me." He chuckled, groaning as he felt Walter's skin against his own. He looked up into the blue eyes, his own a deep red, thick with lust. Again he stood on his tip-toes and began to nip and lick at the butler's neck, suckling.
Walter groaned softly. "Again, you talk too much," he said, letting his head fall back slightly. His hands roamed Alucard's form, enjoying the warmth radiated from the water pelting their bodies. "You're warm..." the youth trailed off, cupping the butt cheeks of his partner.
Alucard made a soft sound at the butler's action. "Yes. For once you'll have a warm lover." He smiled, dragging his nails down the butler's back. This pressed them closer together, Alucard's erection pressing and stroking against Walter's renewing one.
The butler grunted, grinding forward into Alucard's warmth. It was appealing for the usually cold vampire to now be warm. Walter pressed against him, his own penis reacting instantly and meeting Alucard's.
The smaller of the two grinned. "I think I'm going to give you a little surprise. This should make it even more enjoyable for you..." He trailed off looking into Walter's eyes with a playful smirk.
"What do you mean?"
Without a word Alucard's form began to shift, the shadows formed around him, dissolving the small form he always held, though his burning eyes never disappeared. As the shadows dissipated a tall man was left in Alucard's place. He towered over Walter, smirking seductively.
Broad shoulders laced with sinews of blue veins stretched over supple, wet skin. Dampening shaggy hair lay over high cheekbones. "Do you like my surprise, Walter?" The man said, a deep baritone voice erupting from him.
Walter gasped, eyes widening. If anything, he had not imagined Alucard shifting into that of a large, muscular man. The vampire was a full foot taller than Walter, if not more. And, the butler observed, his erection had increased in size too. "S-So, why did you decide to take this form?"
"It would be easier for us in the shower, since I can support your weight better." He leered down at the young man, grinning wickedly. He cupped the butler's chin bringing him into a heated, passionate kiss. With his other hand he lightly tapped at the youth's straining erection.
A vibrant crimson blush grew, creeping into the butler's cheeks at the hand on his face. His lips were locked with the larger man's, and he suddenly felt uneasy. It was as if Alucard had left and a large stranger had entered the shower. Another soft tap to his cock made the head wetter. He broke the kiss, moaning loudly. This new form provided a new sensation, as if this were a completely different person. Was it merely the shape shift, the warmth Alucard radiated from the shower, or a combination of the two?
Alucard continued to plunder Walter's hot mouth as the teasing taps to his penis became larger and firmer as his hand wrapped around the base. He squeezed once, drawing out another moan.
The now taller vampire chuckled. "I take it you like my new form?" He whispered into Walter's ear.
Walter nodded nervously; another groan escaped him as his hands grasped at the vampire's firm back. Again he broke the kiss, trying to breathe a little easier. "Uhhh...Alucard..." he moaned.
"You want more don't you, Walter? You seemed to enjoy your finger while I watched you." He brought his other hand around to the butler's backside and pulled gently at the skin there. "You've really come to love when we do this haven't you...?" He whispered and knelt down, leaving a trail of saliva as he traced the contours of the man's body with his tongue.
Walter let his nails drag up and down the firm skin of his partner's back as he moved into the touch at his back end. "Gods..." he grunted, the hand at his erection pumping him beautifully.
Alucard grinned toothily while standing up. "I asked you something, Angel." He said softly. "This time will be different from the rest. It's not the normal size you're accustomed too." He stopped and grabbed hold of Walter's chin forcing him to look up. "Do you still want this?" He said and ground his larger erection into the youth's stomach.
The erection felt large and rock hard. Walter looked down; it was much larger than Alucard's previous form, and it would prove to be painful. He then looked back up at Alucard, into the pools of molten lava that were the Nosferatu's burning orbs. The youth placed his hands on either side of the large cock, rubbing it gently. Without a word he reached up on his tiptoes to kiss the vampire, licking at the surprisingly warm lips.
Alucard's eyes fluttered closed at the touch from Walter's hands. At feeling the butler's tongue glide across his own lips he licked at the delicately pink tongue causing another spark to fly to his groin. "Let me prepare you, then." Alucard moved to kneel and spread Walter's legs apart. "This you should be used to..." He trailed off as his tongue moved out to tease at the pink ring of muscle.
Walter's head fell back, moaning at the snake-like tongue teasing his entrance. If anything, Alucard's tongue had only gotten better; wetter, slicker, more pleasing. He placed his hands on his partner's head, combing the long hair around, pulling at it with want.
Large hands moved upwards, towards the youth's erect nipples to pinch every so often. With each pinch Alucard pressed his tongue into the orifice, penetrating it. He stopped the ministrations to Walter's pebbled nipples and returned his right hand to grasp at the young man's wet erection, his thumb playing with the slit. His left hand joined his tongue and pushed into the entrance touching his prostate.
Walter's hands now held firm to the locks of hair at his fingertips. His lips grew dry with moans and panting, hips grinding harder and harder still into the ministrations of the vampire. "Alucaaard...please..." he panted. "I want you in me..."
"As you wish." He smirked and drew away for a moment, turning off the shower water, which by now was starting to run on the cold side. He returned to the panting boy and hoisted him against the wall.
"Lock your legs around my waist. This will make things easier," said Alucard as Walter complied, placing each of his legs around Alucard. The vampire positioning himself at Walter's entrance teasingly pressing against it.
The butler moaned at the teasing. "Idiot, do it already," the youth said, momentarily regaining his normal temperament.
The tall vampire grinned and pressed forward into the tight entrance. His brows knitted together and he pulled at Walter's butt cheeks, spreading them to fit his size. "Ahhhh..." He groaned, a low guttural sound as he pressed Walter against the now chilled shower tiles. He waited patiently for Walter to adjust to his much larger size.
Walter squirmed at the pressure of the member entering him, filling him now. He bit his lip, grunting in pain, scratching at his lover's hair. It felt much larger than it looked. Walter felt like he would be ripped apart by the erection until the head hit a sensitive spot within him and he moaned passionately. He swayed his hips side to side, finding a more comfortable position, and proceeded to push down on the cock, slowly.
Alucard moaned locking lips with Walter's as the young man impaled himself on his erection. Pushing forward, Alucard met the downward thrust, his body now pressed fully against Walter's. He called forth his shadows again, this time they moved against Walter's penis, their tiny mouths biting and sucking at the extra sensitive skin.
Hands trailed down Alucard's body, gripping at the stiff shoulders that held the butler up in place. He took more of the large erection into his body reaching his limit. There's so much of it...his mind whispered. Each sensation milked a moan from the young man. "Aaaaah!! Aaaluu...caard..."
The vampire smirked as his thrusting came in deeper and longer strokes. The shadows splayed upwards towards the butler's nipples and those biting mouths latched onto the red peaks. "So good you are..." Alucard ground out, gritting his teeth to keep from biting the boy beneath him. Leaning down he pressed his lips to Walter's, his tongue lacing through their lips to taste the boy more thoroughly.
Walter's body twitched involuntarily, moving up and down rapidly upon the large penis. The attention to his nipples was exquisite. The kiss added to that sensation, too. The tongue slithered around his hot mouth, teeth scraping against his lips. One of Alucard's canines scratched a little too close to the bottom lip, a few beads of blood trickling down his mouth.
The vampire growled dangerously, his tongue moving to lap at the sex-flavored blood. The blood, even the few drops it had been, made him groan even more with want for the Angel.
Walter... His mind reached out to the butler's, caressing it. Alucard's thrusts became more desperate and his left hand joined the tormenting shadows as he pumped Walter's shaft in time with his powerful thrusts. He moaned at the wet sound the two of them made whenever they connected. He was close... but Walter would come first. He pulled the skin back on Walter's penis as the shadows created an illusion of a warm mouth sucking.
Alucard, god this is good...his mind burned with that thought. It was all too delicious; each spot that Alucard's hot body met his sweat-soaked skin was incredible. Walter bit on his bottom lip as he came, forgetting the lip had bled earlier, more of that precious crimson liquid dripping down to his chin. He moaned loudly, bringing the vampire as close to himself as possible, muscles clenching hard around the member within him.
Alucard moaned wildly as he lapped up more of Walter's blood, his member was squeezed and milked of its essence. His embrace was tight to keep them from falling while he lowered them to the ground in a kneeling position, his cock still within the young butler. He looked towards the tired blue eyes and smirked, licking the outer shell of Walter's ear. "I think I'm going to enjoy this trip..."
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