The Span of a Kiss
SHIP: AluSion ( Alucard x Gusion )
SEXUALITY : Gay
ORIGINAL : https://my.w.tt/vo7tAwVKgZ
A/N : sorry if crap doesn't go properly, i don't use computer version. if you want to read it in full, please go check out my ao3 or wattpad account ^^ alsosorryivebeeninactivehereoop-
"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?' you might ask, to which I will tell.
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." The 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 time, 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.
One 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. Alucard 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 moment 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."