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Every good story always started with a bit too much to drink.

Well, maybe more than just a bit. And.. well, maybe not every good story, and... You understand where this was going. Picture it up all you'd like: a drunken fuck swirling his almost empty glass of alcohol around, the time where he'd been downing as much as he could in one go long gone. Drinking to forget always lead to remembrance if you didn't drink fast enough and, fuck, Gusion hadn't drunk fast enough.

Now, don't go judging him, alright? He didn't always do this--well, on this specific day he did, but he had his damned reason. His family, his damned, horrid, fucking family. If you were close to him--which nobody was, isn't that great?--then you'd know the drill: his birthday sucked ass for him.

Happy birthday, Gusion, remember your coming of age ceremony?

He took a swig straight from the bottle this time.

He'd be fine in a few days, maybe sooner! It'd been, what, two years now? Three? The pain should lessen soon, right? It shouldn't hurt as much, remembering the fact that the people he'd thought his family would just-

Drink some more. Would it help him forget? Maybe. Fuck, he needed something to do. Something other than wallowing in self pity and alcohol, what a fucking disgrace he was. Former Paxley, Gusion, known the Holy Blade, getting fucking wasted on the couch of his poor excuse of a livingroom, not even on his bed, all because he was too sad that he was cut off from his family. How sad. How fucking pathetic. He was really fucking showing it to his family right now, wasn't he? The perfect combination of might and magic right here, folks, the one proving to his family that weapons aren't for fucking morons! Creator, at this point he should honestly go and-

The knock on his door startled him, and the almost-empty glass slipped out of his hand, making a clank as it hit the ground. Thankfully, it didn't shatter, nor did it spill much of anything. Not that his drunk mind even registered that, but he'd be thankful in the morning with the minimum he'd have to clean up with a blasted hangover.

The knock came again, louder this time and accompanied by a voice. "Gusion, are you alright in there?"

A groan was the visitor's only received reply, Gusion only shifting his position thay he was laying in. No, wait, he had even more of a response to give: "Fuck off."

Did Gusion knoe who he was saying fuck off to? Yes, he 100% did, and he'd damn well tell Alucard to fuck right off once again. Even drunk, he knew he didn't want Alucard to see him in such a state. It'd be too embarrassing, too pathetic, too weak-

"Gusion, open the fucking door." There was a thing with Alucard; the demon hunter didn't even have to raise his voice, because you'd know when he damn well meant something, and when he meant something, you absolutely should not oppose that something. With that in mind, is it easy to guess what Gusion did?

If you'd guessed that Gusion merely repeated himself, you're correct! Because that obviously worked last tim--wait, fuck, did he lock his door? That caught his attention, and he sat upright, letting the world around him sway for a moment before he forced himself to stand up. One dizzying step at a time, he made his way to the front room, grasping out for the deadlock only to have the door swung open. Thrown off by such an unexpected event, he stumbled forward, barely managing to catch onto the doorframe to steady himself as a pair of hands simultaneously grasped onto him, steadying him even further.

"How much alcohol have you had--fucking hell, Gusion, were you drinking for the entirety of these past few days?" Alucard chastised, the concern in his voice going overlooked by the brunet.

It was a scolding in Gusion's mind. Another thing to mark him down for. Too rebellious, too weapon-minded, too emotionally drunk-

"Are you even listening?" Alucard's question was irksome, and with the burst of anger it gave him, Gusion shoved Alucard's hands off of him, scowling.

"I to.. told you to fuck off. I don't--I don't need anything, I'm an adult, not a child-" Damn right Gusion wasn't a child who needed a family, dammit, and this was his property, and he didn't fucking want Alucard here right now. Scowl only deepening, he reached out to the door and tried to close it, which only resulted with Alucard sticking his foot out, preventing Gusion's action. "Bastard-"

"Last time I checked," Alucard cut off any insult that would've been added on, and easily overpowered Gusion's grip on the door and opened it enough to slip inside. "Adults usually don't bail out on plans made with people, and also don't suddenly disappear without a warning out of no where."

"So what? What do you care?" The words were snapped at the other, that burst of anger having been kindled into a flame now that Alucard had just invited himself in. "I told you to fuck off, can't you understand that?" Sharply, Gusion turned around, and started to make his way back to his couch, and, most importantly, that bottle of alcohol.

"You're seriously asking why I care?" There was disbelief in Alucard's, and Gusion could hear the blond's footsteps following after his. He ignored Alucard and his question, though, and instead grasped onto the neck of the bottle, about to take another drink when the bottle was abruptly stolen from his hands.

"Alucard, what the fuck-"

"If you're not a damn child, then fucking act like one!" The sharp rise of Alucard's voice was unexpected, and it startled Gusion, enough into flinching. He seemed to notice such, though, and paused for a moment, recollecting himself before trying again, "Gusion, what happened?"

It wasn't a question Gusion was expecting, truthfully. He was expecting a scolding, a slap to the face, a.. something, just something that wasn't like this, out of fucking concern. A genuine question. If he wasn't drunk, he'd give a genuine answer, but, fuck, wasn't he trying to forget? No, wait, he had forgotten, just for a bit when Alucard had busted in, but now the.. the asshole reminded him! "I'm trying to forget, dammit, and now you just made me remember!" No, no--he'd never forget, not entirely, and that wasn't Alucard's fault, but, fuck, it hurt, remembering that magic searing his flesh, magic used by his own family to try and-

"Gus..." Alucard wasn't one for nicknames, so why the hell did he use one now? Was he drunk too? A snort of laughter came from Gusion at the thought, the brunet rolling his eyes.

"Stop being so fucking serious. You're not helping me forget, so if you're gonna.. if you think you care for me, then lighten your fucking.. your fucking mood." Would sober him ever subtly imply for Alucard to get drunk? No, that'd be fucked up, but, shit, Gusion was fucked up right now, and if he wasn't the one holding the bottle right now, that meant Alucard was.

There was a momentary pause, probably one of disbelief, before Alucard responded. "Do you want me to get drunk, Gusion? Are you serious?"

The brunet threw his hands up in the air, exasperated, as though he had a reason to be. "You're the one who has the bottle in your fuckin' hands!"

"Because I took it from you!" Alucard snapped right back at Gusion, the latter of which gave a blank look bring remembering, and then remembering-

"Fuck! Stop making me remember, I don't want to-" This--this whole fiasco was a world of mood swings, and Gusion was getting tired of them. Sad, angry, sad, maybe a slightest bit of flirty, and now back to angry and sad, all because of motherfucking Alucard. "You-" Gusion jabbed his finger onto Alucard's chest, sending a glare up at the blond. "Stop.. stop not fucking distracting me, if you're not gonna distract me, then go a-an' fucking leave, 'cuz I'm getting tired of remembering..!"

Alucard went silent at that, contemplation going on behind his eyes that Gusion was too drunk to care for. Instead, he took matters into his own hands, literally so. With the hand he had pointing at Alucard's chest, he instead used it to grab onto that damned jacket of his's collar and pulled him closer, closing his eyes as he leaned in and kissed Alucard. It was a stupid choice, but Gusion was stupid drunk. Maybe it'd fuck up any hopes of a relationship he'd been allowing himself to soberly hope of, but, drunkenly, all caution was thrown out of the window, and he expected the worst to happen. And, for maybe once in his life, the worst didn't happen.

Alucard kissing him back took him by surprise, even moreso the hand being placed on his waist.

It was some sort of unspoken agreement of what was about to happen, or perhaps it was just a long time coming but either way, it was a quick process to Gusion's room, said man practically being carried--no, scratch that, his legs were hiked up, a firm grasp on one of his thighs as his legs squeezed around Alucard's waist as he was carried to his messy bed, lips pressed against Alucard's all the while, tongues intertwining. It wasn't something full of love--a sober Gusion would've done it out of love--rather, it was a declaration, really, that plea of make me forget that caused their clothes to become scattered on the floor, Alucard's lips kissing and sucking on his neck as he was pushed on the bed.

Then there was a lack of action, lack of that rush forward, a pause, Alucard's eyes travelling up to meet Gusion's. "I shouldn't be doing this."

"Please do this."

Maybe it was something in his voice, a look in his eyes, or perhaps the uncaring Alucard suddenly had a soft spot because--albeit with a moment of hesitation--he resumed, but instead he moved up, lips pressing against Gusion's in another kiss, one that was soft, too damned soft for Gusion's liking--could Alucard taste the alcohol on his lips?--so he made it rough, guided it until it was enough to lose himself in.

It was a break for breath, with Alucard's index finger coming between their lips to prevent a continuation of the kiss, that the blond asked, "Do you have lube?"

"Somebody's done this before. Naughty." A drunken smirk came to his lips, a tinge of smugness in it. Perhaps it was impossible to completely erase a sober Gusion out of mind. "I don't give a fuck if I'm lubed. Make it hurt."

Alucard's brows knitted, knowing that pain wasn't a way of coping, but knowing damn well he'd be a hypocrite to say it. Nonetheless, he was paused in thought, so once again Gusion took the initiative. Opening his mouth, he licked the finger that'd been pressed over his lips before putting it in his mouth, tongue swirling around it. Meanwhile, his other hand began to snake down, fingers merely brushing at Alucard's erection before the hand was grabbed, finger pulled out of his mouth.

"Fine," It was a different mood than before, no hesitance in it. Alucard moved, adjusting his position, spreading Gusion's legs apart. "If you want pain, I'll make it fucking hurt. Don't complain to me in the damn morning, though." With that, Alucard pushed himself in and, fuck, it fucking hurt.

A groan left Gusion, eyes squeezing shut, but Alucard decided, for once, to give a brief mercy, giving Gusion precious moments to adjust before he began an unforgiving pace of thrusts into the smaller of the two. Gusion's legs moved up, wrapping around Alucard, hands moving up, nails digging into skin as he let his head fall back, a mixture of sounds of pleasure and pain leaving him, almost incoherent curses and, surprisingly, Alucard's name moaned out in the midst of it all.

Gusion's plan for the night was forgetting, and Alucard was damn well helping him. The only thoughts running through his head were the pain and the pleasure, of Alucard fucking him hard and good. Vaguely, he could hear himself asking for more, pleading for faster, back arching with a loud moan as Alucard found his prostrate and rammed into it.

Pleasure--Alucard, the thoughts intermingled as he brought a hand down, beginning to pump his erection, only further fueling the heat pooling in his stomach, the coil threatening to burst. He didn't even bother to tell Alucard as he came, cumming on the both of them.

The thing was, though, isn't that Alucard didn't stop. No--he did, and for a brief second Gusion wondered if he'd finished too, but then his legs were pried off of Alucard and his face was suddenly facing his own bed and Alucard was once again fucking him. Oversensitive, all Gusion could do was moan as his nerves were sent on overdrive, inadvertently clenching around Alucard's ass as his hands clenched onto the sheets.

His climax managed to somehow build up even faster than the last, and it was only a matter of minutes before he came again, Alucard's name slipping past his lips as he did so. That seemed enough to finally push Alucard off his edge as well, and without even questioning if Gusion wanted him to cum inside of him or not--not that Gusion would've even been able to form a coherent sentence at this point--he decided it himself, cumming inside of Gusion's ass with a moan. He rode off his climax with a few last thrusts before exiting out of Gusion, pausing once again that night before letting his body fall down besides the brunet, an arm draping itself over the brunet.

Overstimulated and drunk, it was all Gusion could do to turn on his side, eyes draping close as he let his head rest in the crook of Alucard's neck.

No, Gusion might not have his family to care for him anymore, but at least there was someone who gave enough fucks about him to cuddle after fucking him raw. The thought caused a quiet, intoxicated giggle to leave him before a wave of unconsciousness overtook him, and he passed out next to Alucard, cuddled close by his side.

It wasn't how he'd thought his night would turn out, but it was damn better than anything he'd been planning.

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"It's just a short, quick scout around our territory for any demons or Abyssal soldiers. I'll barely be gone."

Gusion pouted at Alucard's words. "I just.. have a bad feeling about it. They've been acting up a lot more recently and-"

"Gusion," Alucard interrupted him, taking his worrying lover's face into his hands. "I'll be fine. Trust me." The blonde gave the other a quick peck on his forehead, causing a warmth in Gusion's cheeks.

"Pft. That's it? That'll barely last an hour after you left."

Alucard rose an eyebrow. The flush on Gusion's cheeks worsened.

"Just kiss me on the lips, you asshat."

That had been their last interaction. Gusion had trusted Alucard, trusted him not to get himself killed. And, well, to the extent of Gusion's knowledge, he hadn't. What had happened, though, was the patrol being ambushed by elite Abyssal soldiers that managed capture Alucard. Of course, there was casualties on their side, the littered corpses stood as proof, the cost of attaining such a prize.

It'd been two months, now.

Gusion had been planning.

The details he hadn't told anyone, but to a few, he promised Alucard would be returning soon and he was damn set on making sure it happened.

His plan, though? Stupid. Reckless. Horrible. Yet, somehow, he had managed to follow it.

'Where is he right now?' one might ask, to which can be told.

It'd gone smoothly, surpassingly. He only had to kill one guard so far and that was to get the keys off of him. The walls around him were thin, and he figured the only reason they weren't pushing up on his shoulders were because someone had complained about it. From somewhere, Gusion heard the far off echoes of water dripping down onto the floor, and a cool draft hit him, making a shiver run up his spine. It was ungodly dark in this current tunnel, and he could barely see, let alone know his own direction as the caved out corridor kept twisting and turning. He didn't turn back, though. Never. Alucard was in here somewhere. He had plans to follow and a promise to keep to others. After an unknown amount of time to Gusion, the corridor finally opened up, widening to reveal rows of cells, singular torches lit every once and a while. Gusion quickened his pace to a fast walk, then a jog, and then a run. Alucard, Alucard, Alucard--all this cells were empty, where was Aluca--

Gusion's heart leapt to his throat. There. He skidded to a stop, almost had ran past the entire cell in general. There Alucard was, clothes ragged, demonized arm exposed, bruises and cuts clearly visible with dried blood stained on his clothes. "Alu!" The other's name tumbled out of his mouth with out control, thankfully coming out as a whisper-yell.

Alucard's head immediately snapped up at the familiar voice, eyes blinking a bit before focusing in on Gusion. "G..Gus?" His voice was raspy, as if damaged.

Gusion's hands gripped the cell bars, tears rising up into his eyes unexpectedly. "Yes! Gods, yes--I'm here. I'm here."

Alucard shook his head and, with a bit of difficulty, staggered up right. "You shouldn't be here." He stated, stumbling over to the bars and holding onto them to keep himself upright. "How.. How did you-"

"It doesn't matter. I'm here to get you ou--what have they done to you?" The question interrupted his thoughts, interrupted his own words he had been speaking. In the low light in the cell, he hadn't been able to see it, but now that Alucard was closer to the light outside of his cell Gusion could clearly see it. From the arm that had demonized before in Alucard's past, its skin black much akin to the night sky, had now spread upwards, visible at Alucard's neck, nearing his jawline. Gusion brought out a hand and touched it, anger flaring through him. How dare they? How dare they do this to Alucard! Those motherfucking--

"Gusion, please, you have to listen, you need to leave, this whole thing--"

"--was a trap." A voice finished Alucard's sentence for him. It was loud, clear, and all too familiar. Alice, the unpure Queen of the Abyss. "Do you like my work, Holy Blade?"

Gusion whirled around, anger written clear on his face. Drawing a dagger, he rushed forward, only to stumble backwards as the demon used her blood magic to stun him for a few moments. An amused look was on her face. "Typical. I assume you're here to rescue him, no?"

"Let him go."

"And why should I? What offer could you possibly produce for him?" Alice questioned, gesturing out with her hand as she took a few steps forward, grandly near Gusion because of the lack of space in the cold corridor. The mage didn't waver.

"I offer myself."

"Gusion no!" The words had barely left Gusion's mouth before Alucard yelled out his refusal, hands tightly gripping the bars confining him in his cell.

Alice merely laughed, a crazed laugh only a madman could possibly laugh.

Gusion defiantly stood in his place, waiting for an answer.

Finally, after her long burst of laughter ceased, a grin was lit upon Alice's face. "Deal."

Relief spread through Gusion. Alucard wouldn't be a prisoner in this hellhole anymore. He turned around, facing Alucard once again. "I need another kiss, the effects of your last kiss have worn off."

"Gusio--"

Alucard's anger-filled words were cut off by Gusion's lips upon his. Alucard kissed back, reaching out with a hand to grasp at the nape of Gusion's neck, needing the touch of Gusion's skin other than his lips upon him, needing to have that contact. The kiss only lasted a few seconds before Gusion was yanked back by the Demon Queen, and despite his situation, he shot a grin at Alucard. "Better be back before that one's effect wears off too, yeah?"

And that was the last he had seen of Gusion.

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The fight was over. The unpure Demon Queen laid dead in her throne room after almost half a year after Alucard's release. The trade had been a stupid one, utterly idiotic to trade one of the best Demon Hunters for a runaway noble. Perhaps she had suspected Alucard would act stupid like his lover had, tried to rescue Gusion as Gusion had him. No--Alucard wouldn't go on a suicide mission like that, wouldn't go only to die in front of Gusion. Every moment was plagued with thoughts of Gusion, every time he closed his eyes, Gusion was there. Gusion. They wouldn't kill his Gusion, right? He was too valuable, too prized to kill. He belonged to the demon hunter and he was the only thing other than killing than drove him. If they had Gusion, they had power over Alucard. Yet, they were too late in trying to use that against him, shown as Alice's corpse bled out onto the stone of the floor. Alucard briskly walked over to her corpse, ignoring the words of his teammates. Nothing mattered except getting the keys and freeing Gusion. From around Alice's neck Alucard's snapped off the necklace that held the familiar key to the dungeon and starting to make his way down the path he'd memorized, his walking turning into running as he made his way downwards to the dungeon, finding the staircase and taking three at a time. Gusion. He needed to find Gusion.

The main corridor leading to the dungeon was cramped and cold, but Alucard didn't slow his pace, only picked it up. Quickly, the corridor widened, leading to the familiar dungeon. He passed cell by cell, each either empty or holding a long-dead corpse, rare and few were the ones that had recently died. Dread began to fill Alucard. What if they had killed Gusion? What if he was--there.

"Gusion!" His love's name flew out from his lips automatically, not something he would ever had been able to stop. His words received no response. Quickly, he began to fumble with the key, inserted it into the lock and opening it, flinging the door up. He practically threw himself onto the ground in front of Gusion. Gusion--gods, his beautiful Gusion. They'd hurt him, there were cuts lining his body, deep gashes of which some weren't even fully healed yet. Recent. Lightly, he brought his index and middle finger over one, gently touching it. Gusion jerked back from his grasp, eyes opening and slightly glazed. Panic filled them, and the inhabitant of the cell weakly tried to push away, driven by instinct. Alucard immediately pulled away, mind taking a grasp of the situation. He knew what was happening, knew why Gusion was backing away from his touch and it hurt. He knew what the demons could do, knew the torture they were capable of. It wasn't something he would wish on his worst enemy, and yet Gusion..! Fuck. "Gusion--it's me, it's okay, you're okay. Breathe in and out. Focus." His voice was soft, soothing. Gusion, led by the voice, did as instructed and, slowly, his mind grasped that Alucard wasn't just another cruel hallucination, grasped that he wasn't being grabbed to get tortured and he began to cry.

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It took time for Gusion to just actually touch someone again, even longer to let someone else touch him first. From his captivity, he became more quiet, on guard whenever he was outside, afraid of an abyssal demon coming out to take him again, to put him through more torture. The nights were worse. On those he could actually sleep were filled with nightmares of the hell he went through, and each time he woke up screaming, it utterly pained Alucard for him not to be able to reach out and hold Gusion, not to be able to rub soothing nothings onto the others back to help calm him down. His voice was the only thing he could use to help Gusion, and he hated how little he could do as Gusion cried from the memories that badgered him. Alucard knew what was happening, knew how Gusion was suffering, and he hated it. It was unfair. It was cruel. He could do nothing to help.

Slowly, though, Gusion got better. It was with time, and not with Gusion forcing himself. The one time Gusion had forced himself had been disastrous--the hug had been more damaging than it had been healing. But, as time passed, it got better.

One day, during breakfast, Gusion had reached out, gently placing his hand ontop of Alucard's. Alucard didn't move his, not wanting to ruin this process Gusion was going through; he could feel the small tremor going through his love's hand, one that subsided as they went on with breakfast. Time passed again, and Gusion progressed from small touches to actually holding Alucard's hand and being able to lean on the blonde for a short amount of time.

Another day came as a surprise, though.

Alucard had stayed up with Gusion, refusing to sleep while Gusion stayed up. As the first traces of the sun started to come up from the horizon, he got up, slipping his hand out from under Gusion's and headed to the kitchen, starting to make breakfast for the two. He was about halfway through when he felt Gusion's arms wrap around him, the brunette's forehead lightly falling onto his back. At first,, Alucard did nothing in response, fearful of making any sudden movements to unintentionally startle Gusion. As the moment sunk in, Alucard slowly leaned over the counter, placing his face into his hands and began to cry as the light of dawn gently filled the kitchen.

Months passed on after that moment, and Gusion progressed more and more. Another day came up as surprised Alucard, too. It'd been quite some time since the hug, and Gusion had vastly grown more comfortable with touch. The two had been sitting down together on the couch, enjoying the silence. Gusion's hand was on Alucard's, and he was letting Gusion idly play with his hand as the brunette's head laid on his shoulder.

Gusion's voice was quiet. "I think the effect of your kiss has worn off again."

Alucard look down at Gusion, the other's words taking a second before they clicked. "Are you sure?" He asked, not wanting to force Gusion into something he wasn't ready for.

Gusion managed a feeble grin as he nodded, grey-blue eyes shimmering. "Yeah. Definitely."

Slowly, Alucard leaned down, not wanting to be too abrupt for Gusion before softly pressing his lips onto the other's. Gusion didn't flinch away, didn't tear away. In fact, he kissed Alucard back. The kiss was short, but nonetheless filled Alucard to the brim with joy. A wide smile was on his face when he pulled away. "How long will that one last?" He questioned.

Gusion's answer was simple, but seemed to brighten Alucard's view of everything in the room. "Until I want another one."