[Those are some very effective distractions. Anderson's pliable beneath them, loosening even further, muscles visibly unwinding and eyes lidding. It renders him nice and soft for when Alucard brings their mouths together. His hand absently curls further into Alucard's hair while he presses back with a similar vigour; less hard, but no less hungry.
Why does it have to be you is still a lingering sentiment, but it's not as strong a sentiment as it once was, and there's an accompanying one of I want it to be you. A rather complicated co-existence, but that's their relationship on the whole.
He licks Alucard's lips as he withdraws, taking a much needed breath as Alucard speaks. And my, that's- quite the confession, yet not unexpected at all.]
So you've been wanting to commit desecration of a priest since the day we met. [He snorts, biting Alucard's bottom lip briefly, as though to chasten him.] You're a dreadful man.
[Evidently that's not of great concern to Anderson, since his other hand joins the one at Alucard's navel and pops the button of his trousers so he can reach beneath. He inhales sharply at the touch of skin. It's not quite what he was anticipating.]
And still no underwear. Dreadful.
[Not sincere in the least, judging by the downward trajectory of his fingers.]
[ he likes anderson like this just as much as he likes him on the battlefield: they're different, naturally, but both pleasurable to him. in different ways, naturally, though his wont is to categorize all types of his hunger as one encompassing need.
it's funny: being that he's desired this for so long already, had desires, wants, he's far less conflicted about it. he is surprised that anything like this has even remotely come to pass, but he's not about to question or complain about it in the least. for once in his damned existence, he's getting what he wants, even if it's any sort of intimacy with a priest who's vowed to kill him.
his lips part slightly when his lips are licked but then he's speaking so the moment is lost--until anderson replies and he huffs out a laugh, pressing into the bite with a merry expression. ] I like to aim high, reach for the impossible.
[ he says it like he's being sly, but really, that's true: anderson was always untouchable, and integra still is. his two great obsessions.
his head tips down to watch what those hands are doing and he exhales needlessly as soon as his fingers find skin, and he bites the inside of his cheek when they delve lower. ]
What can I say? I'm easy. I started wearing some when I was anticipating being close to you, just in case, but we'll just say I didn't exactly anticipate that today.
[ god, it's parsed as a joke, but it's true. he is easy. however, realistically anderson is the only person he's outright pursued for this long, and certainly the only person he's been this patient for. even rip had let him sleep with her on his first day in the city, terrified of him as she was.
this slow burn is somehow that much more satisfying than her instantly rolling over for him, and he's unfamiliar with that feeling--but he likes it. ]
[Slow burn is inevitable when your partner happens to be a high-maintenance catholic priest deadset on killing you. Which isn't such a bad thing, evidently.
He has to snort at Alucard's comment. He's not exactly well-informed of Alucard's sex life (though now that they're sharing a residence, he may end up with more insight than he wants), but he's gathered from the stray comment that he's a predictably indulgent man. That's to be expected when you're over five hundred years old and starved for affection.]
The one time it's convenient for me.
I still- don't exactly know what I'm doing, just so you're aware, but I imagine the basic principles of touching a man and woman are similar.
[Okay, he's not entirely prepared, here, but what's important is he's overcome the hardest part: getting started.
His reach slows the closer he gets to Alucard's cock. Tentative, now, but steadfast. He pushes the trousers further out of the way, then carefully coils his fingers around the thick of Alucard's cock, glancing up to Alucard to make sure his progress is appreciated, isn't uncomfortable.
It's a little strange, the sensation of holding another man's arousal, particularly one so cool; it's not something he ever imagined he would be doing, but this contact alone manages to get him hot and bothered, so clearly this is going to be an agreeable experience.]
[ he'll do his best to be discreet, but--there's no promises to be had there, though perhaps predictably he often finds himself elsewhere when he's having liasions. while it is predictable, it is understandable: he soaks in attention and affection now, here, in the one place and the one way he can get it.
anderson is making explanations again and he almost sighs but just snorts fondly instead, nodding. ]
The fundamentals are the same, yes. Just pay attention to reactions and find what feels good.
[ he doesn't quite make a sound, not yet, but when anderson's fingers curl around his cock he noses into the side of his neck to hide his face, not from any kind of embarrassment but simply because he wants to mouth at his pulse point again, to mumble encouragingly against the skin. it's not even that he's exceptionally easy to please, more that he's easygoing sexually and--well, this is something he's wanted for a long time.
when he murmurs, it's low, just against his ear. ]
I used to think about this sometimes. With you. If I felt particularly indulgent that day.
[ he's not crystal clear on when, at least: before, at home, or here? it doesn't matter. ]
[Noisy roommates are what earphones were made for. He already has an app downloaded that provides sounds for one to fall asleep to, so he's all prepared on that front (you haven't slept well until you've fallen asleep to the sound of a rain forest- or a washing machine, and God knows why that one works so well on him, but it does).
Anderson's odd preferences aside, the presence of Alucard's mouth at his pulse-point and ear elicit an enthusiastic rumble.]
You thought about my hand in your trousers during our encounters?
[That's... fine. It's currently in his trousers, so he can't be that indignant about it, really.
Anyway: he responds to Alucard's encouragement with a slow stroke of his cock, more for exploratory purposes than pleasure, and drags his thumb over the rise of a vein, turning his head enough to observe Alucard's reaction. The man is a masochist and perhaps wouldn't be opposed to a little roughness, a little pain, but that's not what Anderson's seeking to inflict right now.]
[ probably for the best, though he's not going to judge the washing machine thing. alucard just sleeps like the dead, literally, when he drops: he can still hear every damn thing, and it's annoying, but he does what he has to in order to sleep. when he rarely needs it.
he smiles, wry, at the comment-- ]
I've thought of plenty of things, but I'm saving those for later.
[ he's starting to feel really overdressed, honestly, and his hands press to anderson's abdomen, fingertips pressing down, as he just barely runs his teeth over the beat of his pulse, pricking but not catching or biting. careful, for lack of a better term.
even that slow stroke, the idle swipe of his thumb, drags a low sound from him, a rumble of pleasure he lets out against his skin, half-muffled but still audible. while it's true he wouldn't mind pain, he's growing to like the gentle moments as well. the ones like this, easy and exploring. with someone else he might make a chiding remark about not being breakable, but this is--nice, in its own way. ]
Probably for the best. It'll be another three months before we progress beyond this.
[He's joking, mostly; it probably won't take another three. He's getting more comfortable with intimacy. It might be another month or two for- well, he's not sure, since he hasn't really thought about what comes after reciprocation of this kind, but he's loosening up as time moves on. It's hard to do with his vows, with his obligations to God, but he has to cede a little here and there simply to live in this place.
He hums appreciatively as Alucard applies some gentle touches.]
You know, this feels like an abject failure of my mission. [He strokes again, a little quicker this time, sliding his fingers over the leathery head of Alucard's cock to see how he'll respond to some light pressure there.] Well, I think that every time something of this nature happens, but it's always more prominent with you. For obvious reasons.
[Licking his lips, he leans his face into Alucard's shoulder, head tilted just enough to continue observing Alucard's reactions.]
It would probably be beneficial if I started thinking less. Very hard to do, though.
Like I've said before, I'm old and patient. What else do I have but time?
[ he's joking a little too, since really now that they've started doing anything at all their progress is slow, but relatively steady. with some bumps in the road like beheading and kidnap, but, well, it happens. it's true enough he's able to be patient, though in most cases he doesn't like it.
this is just prolonging the duration of dealings between them, and that's fine.
his nails scrape lazily along anderson's stomach, eyes lidded, but the continued attention and the escalation of it is enough to distract him and he lets out a quiet groan, tongue pressing hard to the same spot below his ear so he can focus on that, on his heartbeat, keep himself measured. ]
Naturally.
[ murmured, about what he says. he's not surprised in the least. ] It makes sense, and shameless as I am, I'm not sure what to suggest that might aid in lessening that. I'd say continued instances of intimacy, but that's both selfish and obvious.
[ with a little lazy grin. his hand glides up now, fingertips gliding over his pec, his collarbone, his throat. ]
Though it is of note that your only choice in the matter is who you do things with. Because if you don't at all, they'll--make you.
[ with a grimace. it's not a nice subject, but-- ]
Less a failure than making sure things don't get even worse.
The groan Alucard breathes into his ear makes Anderson swallow, makes his pulse pick up speed and his own cock swell in his trousers, so it really only helps keep one of them measured. Definitely part of the reason he keeps on coming back: things like that, reactions he wants to witness again and again. Greedily, selfishly, despite knowing better.
The glide of Alucard's fingers makes his breaths come fast and unsteady. It takes him a moment to find the will to speak again.]
After the... centre, I'm well aware of that, but they aren't making me do this; be intimate with you, of all people, hence the feeling of failure being particularly prominent. I had a choice, and I chose this.
[You, but he doesn't say that.
Two strokes this time, from top to bottom, tightening his grip each time he reaches the tip, since he's aware that area is particularly sensitive. He probably should have applied lubrication of some kind to enhance pleasure, but he doesn't exactly keep that sort of thing on hand.]
You're ruining a perfectly good priest without their help.
he's leaning into anderson heavily, for a time selfishly concentrating only on anderson's touch, but when he can hear the way his pulse quickens a lazy smile spreads and he slips both hands down now, to work at the priest's belt, deftly undo his trousers, and slip a hand inside. it's easy, and practiced, but he does little other than curl fingers around the base of his cock for now, testing his reactions.
it's not teasing, or goading, and he does listen to what anderson has to say, licking his lips before he nods minutely. he knows. ]
I know. We're tied together though, us. I don't think there's any escape for either of us even if we wanted it.
[ his voice is low and this time his thoughts are interrupted with a breathy moan.
then his newly-freed hand lifts and he grips anderson's chin, kissing him slowly, languidly, but no less wanting. there's absolutely no tease in it: it's practically fervent in its intensity. when he pulls back he looks at him, eyes dark. ]
I did tell you I've wanted you since we met. You're mine, and I'm not going to apologize for that.
[The fingers that work deftly at his belt buckle are a surprise. He doesn't try to shake them off, though, even if they make it difficult to fully concentrate on the task (literally) at hand. He cants his hips to accommodate the journey of Alucard's hand instead, biting down on the tip of his tongue when Alucard curls those long, practised fingers around his cock. Which he'll find is already half-hard despite an absence of contact.]
Trying to get me to stop talking, Alucard?
[He's not actually sure. But he laughs all the same, which ends abruptly as Alucard presses a kiss to his mouth. He's quick to press back, a ragged groan slipping past his lips and into Alucard's; no teeth this time, since it's something soft and languid. Just a wanting, mutual press until Alucard draws back, at which point Anderson realises he'd closed his eyes and peels them back open.
He likes what Alucard says far too much. But-]
If you're going to say that, it should be followed by 'and I'm yours'. [He draws his hand up Alucard's cock, thumb sliding over Alucard's frenulum, and leans their foreheads together.] I want to hear it. I can say please, if need be, since I realise that might be a lot to ask of you right now.
[After everything that happened recently. He's still cautious not to overstep his boundaries.]
[ he says it lightly, borderline merrily, as he gives his cock a slow stroke, intent on urging him to full hardness now that he's started. he's still smiling when he speaks again, though. ]
Maybe don't tell anyone else that being intimate with them is something you see as a personal failing though, they won't understand.
[ okay, now he's teasing--but the kiss isn't, the kiss is earnest in a way he so rarely is, and he looks at him quietly a moment as he opens his eyes again, as he speaks.
he's about to start a reply when he's distracted and hisses out another low moan, licking his lips and swallowing before he answers. ] I should think you already knew the depths of my capacity for devotion. [ he closes his eyes, exhaling a needless breath, and leans into him. ]
You don't have to say please. You don't have to ask at all--it's. There's only one other person I wouldn't have killed for doing that to me, no matter the reason, and you know who it is. You have me.
[The fact he commonly prays before and during being intimate with people conveys that rather well without getting into specifics.
He closes his teeth over a little, guttural sound at the stroke, grip on Alucard tightening briefly before easing off. There's a haze enveloping his mind, but Alucard's words penetrate it with ease. It's not exactly the answer he was expecting- it's better.]
I wanted to hear it, all the same. I'm sure you like it when I say it to you- that you have me.
[But they don't have each other entirely, yet, he feels. Not with those seals in the way, demanding Alucard's devotion, overwriting Alucard's own wants with those of the Hellsing bloodline, of men long dead, and eventually of the government- if they don't manage to do something about it.
He kisses Alucard idly, languidly and sets into a steady stroke before he speaks again.]
Rid yourself of those seals, Alucard; free yourself, and we can have a proper battle. And you can have me properly.
[Quite a way to spend ones first day of freedom, should Alucard ever manage to acquire it.]
[ he makes a vague face, at that. alucard gets it. alucard thinks it's kind of funny. if he's out there getting intimate with normal-ass people they're not going to get it, or think it's funny. still, it's a part of him, and alucard thinks it's charming, and that's all that matters to him.
the tightening of anderson's grip makes him shudder slightly and he lets out a low sound, listening to what he has to say--and letting his lips curve up into a smile again. ]
I don't think people know what to make of us.
[ do they hate each other? respect each other? love each other? are they an old married couple or a pair of nemesises? it's hard to tell, with how they act. alucard doesn't think even he knows how he feels, truthfully.
the kiss is nice: he returns it readily, hips canting toward him somewhat with another muffled sound, and at the declaration he lets out a reedy breath, ragged, and he grips at anderson's shoulder with his free hand to nose into his neck, nipping at the skin. ]
Yes.
[ it's hoarse, low, and he continues after a moment-- ]
There's a woman helping me, a witch. I don't know her name. All she wants in return is a favor, and a favor from Dracula is--nothing. Nothing at all, and at my own discretion.
[ something he hasn't been able to claim in over a century. at his own discretion. ]
Nor do we, entirely, so we can't expect much of them.
[A description for their dynamic doesn't immediately come to mind, beyond 'complicated'. He couldn't say what exactly he feels for Alucard either, but this is all new territory for him, so that's to be expected. Want is obviously a component though, and quite a prominent one.
All the little things Alucard does draws sound: low guttural ones, hums, sighs, and Anderson doesn't seem to be making any effort to quiet himself at the moment.]
Mmm, a witch? Seems a little foolish to be making deals with witches you don't even know the name of.
[But he speaks in the manner of one accustomed to this sort of decision making.
Falling momentarily silent, he glances down between them, biting his lip as he strokes slowly at Alucard's arousal. That's- quite a sight, his fingers coiled around another man's cock- on Alucard's, and he can't pretend he doesn't like it, since Alucard will be able to feel his appreciation.]
Sometimes I think someone else is going to figure it out before we do. We could probably use the help.
[ they're both absolutely hopeless, really. but 'complicated' works, as does want being an obvious component--want for fight, want for want's sake. alucard is still unused to having his actual wants addressed, but it's--nice, to have that happen now.
the sounds anderson makes are nice too, and he nips again, a little harder, emboldened, but it's clear he's still metering himself so as to not break skin. cautious, even now. ]
Do you think I couldn't beat a witch at full power?
[ he's dracula, babey. but as the silence falls between them his eyes lid and he huffs out a sound, a pleasant one, an encouraging one, and he squeezes at the base of anderson's cock before beginning to mirror the pace he's setting with his hand, pointedly. his head tips forward a bit so that he can watch between them too and he swallows, and--honestly, he can't help that it arouses him more, that he tips closer and drags his lips along the line of his jaw. ]
Keep going.
[ it's not an admonishment in the least: an idle thing, not so much praise as encouragement, solid evidence that he likes what anderson is doing. ]
[They really could- they're just stumbling along, at the moment, guided by instinct and the aforementioned want. But it's working, clearly, so they're in no dire need of answers at current.
He snorts at the comment.]
Not with the right magic.
[Arrogance got him sealed in the first place. It pays to be cautious, particularly around witches; they aren't beings associated with candidacy for good reason.
But he's swiftly distracted by the huff, the encouragement, the grip, the drag of Alucard's lips- it's all a little dizzying, and he closes his eyes, taking a few unsteady breaths before continuing as instructed. He still watches them, still curiously touches his fingers here and there - over veins and the frenulum and slit - to see what is appreciated and what isn't. His free arm coils over Alucard's shoulder, hand idling in his hair.]
Mm, well, I have no intention of drawing her ire in the first place.
[ still, hubris is one of his weak points, and he still doesn't think he'd have a problem. but that's a conversation for another time, when he's not pressed close, when anderson's hand isn't working over his cock, when he's not distracted.
he continues his attentions even when anderson has to pause, slow and idle with his mouth and hand both. he runs his thumb along the ridge of anderson's cock, remembering from before, and as the priest explores how to touch him he's perfectly receptive, breathing out a moan against his skin and tipping his head toward the hand in his hair. it's not even that he's easy to please, more that he's incredibly in-tune with what he wants right now, and it's 'anything that anderson is going to give him.'
slow exploration is so aching that it's practically overwhelming. ]
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Why does it have to be you is still a lingering sentiment, but it's not as strong a sentiment as it once was, and there's an accompanying one of I want it to be you. A rather complicated co-existence, but that's their relationship on the whole.
He licks Alucard's lips as he withdraws, taking a much needed breath as Alucard speaks. And my, that's- quite the confession, yet not unexpected at all.]
So you've been wanting to commit desecration of a priest since the day we met. [He snorts, biting Alucard's bottom lip briefly, as though to chasten him.] You're a dreadful man.
[Evidently that's not of great concern to Anderson, since his other hand joins the one at Alucard's navel and pops the button of his trousers so he can reach beneath. He inhales sharply at the touch of skin. It's not quite what he was anticipating.]
And still no underwear. Dreadful.
[Not sincere in the least, judging by the downward trajectory of his fingers.]
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it's funny: being that he's desired this for so long already, had desires, wants, he's far less conflicted about it. he is surprised that anything like this has even remotely come to pass, but he's not about to question or complain about it in the least. for once in his damned existence, he's getting what he wants, even if it's any sort of intimacy with a priest who's vowed to kill him.
his lips part slightly when his lips are licked but then he's speaking so the moment is lost--until anderson replies and he huffs out a laugh, pressing into the bite with a merry expression. ] I like to aim high, reach for the impossible.
[ he says it like he's being sly, but really, that's true: anderson was always untouchable, and integra still is. his two great obsessions.
his head tips down to watch what those hands are doing and he exhales needlessly as soon as his fingers find skin, and he bites the inside of his cheek when they delve lower. ]
What can I say? I'm easy. I started wearing some when I was anticipating being close to you, just in case, but we'll just say I didn't exactly anticipate that today.
[ god, it's parsed as a joke, but it's true. he is easy. however, realistically anderson is the only person he's outright pursued for this long, and certainly the only person he's been this patient for. even rip had let him sleep with her on his first day in the city, terrified of him as she was.
this slow burn is somehow that much more satisfying than her instantly rolling over for him, and he's unfamiliar with that feeling--but he likes it. ]
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He has to snort at Alucard's comment. He's not exactly well-informed of Alucard's sex life (though now that they're sharing a residence, he may end up with more insight than he wants), but he's gathered from the stray comment that he's a predictably indulgent man. That's to be expected when you're over five hundred years old and starved for affection.]
The one time it's convenient for me.
I still- don't exactly know what I'm doing, just so you're aware, but I imagine the basic principles of touching a man and woman are similar.
[Okay, he's not entirely prepared, here, but what's important is he's overcome the hardest part: getting started.
His reach slows the closer he gets to Alucard's cock. Tentative, now, but steadfast. He pushes the trousers further out of the way, then carefully coils his fingers around the thick of Alucard's cock, glancing up to Alucard to make sure his progress is appreciated, isn't uncomfortable.
It's a little strange, the sensation of holding another man's arousal, particularly one so cool; it's not something he ever imagined he would be doing, but this contact alone manages to get him hot and bothered, so clearly this is going to be an agreeable experience.]
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[ he'll do his best to be discreet, but--there's no promises to be had there, though perhaps predictably he often finds himself elsewhere when he's having liasions. while it is predictable, it is understandable: he soaks in attention and affection now, here, in the one place and the one way he can get it.
anderson is making explanations again and he almost sighs but just snorts fondly instead, nodding. ]
The fundamentals are the same, yes. Just pay attention to reactions and find what feels good.
[ he doesn't quite make a sound, not yet, but when anderson's fingers curl around his cock he noses into the side of his neck to hide his face, not from any kind of embarrassment but simply because he wants to mouth at his pulse point again, to mumble encouragingly against the skin. it's not even that he's exceptionally easy to please, more that he's easygoing sexually and--well, this is something he's wanted for a long time.
when he murmurs, it's low, just against his ear. ]
I used to think about this sometimes. With you. If I felt particularly indulgent that day.
[ he's not crystal clear on when, at least: before, at home, or here? it doesn't matter. ]
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Anderson's odd preferences aside, the presence of Alucard's mouth at his pulse-point and ear elicit an enthusiastic rumble.]
You thought about my hand in your trousers during our encounters?
[That's... fine. It's currently in his trousers, so he can't be that indignant about it, really.
Anyway: he responds to Alucard's encouragement with a slow stroke of his cock, more for exploratory purposes than pleasure, and drags his thumb over the rise of a vein, turning his head enough to observe Alucard's reaction. The man is a masochist and perhaps wouldn't be opposed to a little roughness, a little pain, but that's not what Anderson's seeking to inflict right now.]
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he smiles, wry, at the comment-- ]
I've thought of plenty of things, but I'm saving those for later.
[ he's starting to feel really overdressed, honestly, and his hands press to anderson's abdomen, fingertips pressing down, as he just barely runs his teeth over the beat of his pulse, pricking but not catching or biting. careful, for lack of a better term.
even that slow stroke, the idle swipe of his thumb, drags a low sound from him, a rumble of pleasure he lets out against his skin, half-muffled but still audible. while it's true he wouldn't mind pain, he's growing to like the gentle moments as well. the ones like this, easy and exploring. with someone else he might make a chiding remark about not being breakable, but this is--nice, in its own way. ]
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[He's joking, mostly; it probably won't take another three. He's getting more comfortable with intimacy. It might be another month or two for- well, he's not sure, since he hasn't really thought about what comes after reciprocation of this kind, but he's loosening up as time moves on. It's hard to do with his vows, with his obligations to God, but he has to cede a little here and there simply to live in this place.
He hums appreciatively as Alucard applies some gentle touches.]
You know, this feels like an abject failure of my mission. [He strokes again, a little quicker this time, sliding his fingers over the leathery head of Alucard's cock to see how he'll respond to some light pressure there.] Well, I think that every time something of this nature happens, but it's always more prominent with you. For obvious reasons.
[Licking his lips, he leans his face into Alucard's shoulder, head tilted just enough to continue observing Alucard's reactions.]
It would probably be beneficial if I started thinking less. Very hard to do, though.
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[ he's joking a little too, since really now that they've started doing anything at all their progress is slow, but relatively steady. with some bumps in the road like beheading and kidnap, but, well, it happens. it's true enough he's able to be patient, though in most cases he doesn't like it.
this is just prolonging the duration of dealings between them, and that's fine.
his nails scrape lazily along anderson's stomach, eyes lidded, but the continued attention and the escalation of it is enough to distract him and he lets out a quiet groan, tongue pressing hard to the same spot below his ear so he can focus on that, on his heartbeat, keep himself measured. ]
Naturally.
[ murmured, about what he says. he's not surprised in the least. ] It makes sense, and shameless as I am, I'm not sure what to suggest that might aid in lessening that. I'd say continued instances of intimacy, but that's both selfish and obvious.
[ with a little lazy grin. his hand glides up now, fingertips gliding over his pec, his collarbone, his throat. ]
Though it is of note that your only choice in the matter is who you do things with. Because if you don't at all, they'll--make you.
[ with a grimace. it's not a nice subject, but-- ]
Less a failure than making sure things don't get even worse.
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The groan Alucard breathes into his ear makes Anderson swallow, makes his pulse pick up speed and his own cock swell in his trousers, so it really only helps keep one of them measured. Definitely part of the reason he keeps on coming back: things like that, reactions he wants to witness again and again. Greedily, selfishly, despite knowing better.
The glide of Alucard's fingers makes his breaths come fast and unsteady. It takes him a moment to find the will to speak again.]
After the... centre, I'm well aware of that, but they aren't making me do this; be intimate with you, of all people, hence the feeling of failure being particularly prominent. I had a choice, and I chose this.
[You, but he doesn't say that.
Two strokes this time, from top to bottom, tightening his grip each time he reaches the tip, since he's aware that area is particularly sensitive. He probably should have applied lubrication of some kind to enhance pleasure, but he doesn't exactly keep that sort of thing on hand.]
You're ruining a perfectly good priest without their help.
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he's leaning into anderson heavily, for a time selfishly concentrating only on anderson's touch, but when he can hear the way his pulse quickens a lazy smile spreads and he slips both hands down now, to work at the priest's belt, deftly undo his trousers, and slip a hand inside. it's easy, and practiced, but he does little other than curl fingers around the base of his cock for now, testing his reactions.
it's not teasing, or goading, and he does listen to what anderson has to say, licking his lips before he nods minutely. he knows. ]
I know. We're tied together though, us. I don't think there's any escape for either of us even if we wanted it.
[ his voice is low and this time his thoughts are interrupted with a breathy moan.
then his newly-freed hand lifts and he grips anderson's chin, kissing him slowly, languidly, but no less wanting. there's absolutely no tease in it: it's practically fervent in its intensity. when he pulls back he looks at him, eyes dark. ]
I did tell you I've wanted you since we met. You're mine, and I'm not going to apologize for that.
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Trying to get me to stop talking, Alucard?
[He's not actually sure. But he laughs all the same, which ends abruptly as Alucard presses a kiss to his mouth. He's quick to press back, a ragged groan slipping past his lips and into Alucard's; no teeth this time, since it's something soft and languid. Just a wanting, mutual press until Alucard draws back, at which point Anderson realises he'd closed his eyes and peels them back open.
He likes what Alucard says far too much. But-]
If you're going to say that, it should be followed by 'and I'm yours'. [He draws his hand up Alucard's cock, thumb sliding over Alucard's frenulum, and leans their foreheads together.] I want to hear it. I can say please, if need be, since I realise that might be a lot to ask of you right now.
[After everything that happened recently. He's still cautious not to overstep his boundaries.]
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[ he says it lightly, borderline merrily, as he gives his cock a slow stroke, intent on urging him to full hardness now that he's started. he's still smiling when he speaks again, though. ]
Maybe don't tell anyone else that being intimate with them is something you see as a personal failing though, they won't understand.
[ okay, now he's teasing--but the kiss isn't, the kiss is earnest in a way he so rarely is, and he looks at him quietly a moment as he opens his eyes again, as he speaks.
he's about to start a reply when he's distracted and hisses out another low moan, licking his lips and swallowing before he answers. ] I should think you already knew the depths of my capacity for devotion. [ he closes his eyes, exhaling a needless breath, and leans into him. ]
You don't have to say please. You don't have to ask at all--it's. There's only one other person I wouldn't have killed for doing that to me, no matter the reason, and you know who it is. You have me.
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[The fact he commonly prays before and during being intimate with people conveys that rather well without getting into specifics.
He closes his teeth over a little, guttural sound at the stroke, grip on Alucard tightening briefly before easing off. There's a haze enveloping his mind, but Alucard's words penetrate it with ease. It's not exactly the answer he was expecting- it's better.]
I wanted to hear it, all the same. I'm sure you like it when I say it to you- that you have me.
[But they don't have each other entirely, yet, he feels. Not with those seals in the way, demanding Alucard's devotion, overwriting Alucard's own wants with those of the Hellsing bloodline, of men long dead, and eventually of the government- if they don't manage to do something about it.
He kisses Alucard idly, languidly and sets into a steady stroke before he speaks again.]
Rid yourself of those seals, Alucard; free yourself, and we can have a proper battle. And you can have me properly.
[Quite a way to spend ones first day of freedom, should Alucard ever manage to acquire it.]
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the tightening of anderson's grip makes him shudder slightly and he lets out a low sound, listening to what he has to say--and letting his lips curve up into a smile again. ]
I don't think people know what to make of us.
[ do they hate each other? respect each other? love each other? are they an old married couple or a pair of nemesises? it's hard to tell, with how they act. alucard doesn't think even he knows how he feels, truthfully.
the kiss is nice: he returns it readily, hips canting toward him somewhat with another muffled sound, and at the declaration he lets out a reedy breath, ragged, and he grips at anderson's shoulder with his free hand to nose into his neck, nipping at the skin. ]
Yes.
[ it's hoarse, low, and he continues after a moment-- ]
There's a woman helping me, a witch. I don't know her name. All she wants in return is a favor, and a favor from Dracula is--nothing. Nothing at all, and at my own discretion.
[ something he hasn't been able to claim in over a century. at his own discretion. ]
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[A description for their dynamic doesn't immediately come to mind, beyond 'complicated'. He couldn't say what exactly he feels for Alucard either, but this is all new territory for him, so that's to be expected. Want is obviously a component though, and quite a prominent one.
All the little things Alucard does draws sound: low guttural ones, hums, sighs, and Anderson doesn't seem to be making any effort to quiet himself at the moment.]
Mmm, a witch? Seems a little foolish to be making deals with witches you don't even know the name of.
[But he speaks in the manner of one accustomed to this sort of decision making.
Falling momentarily silent, he glances down between them, biting his lip as he strokes slowly at Alucard's arousal. That's- quite a sight, his fingers coiled around another man's cock- on Alucard's, and he can't pretend he doesn't like it, since Alucard will be able to feel his appreciation.]
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[ they're both absolutely hopeless, really. but 'complicated' works, as does want being an obvious component--want for fight, want for want's sake. alucard is still unused to having his actual wants addressed, but it's--nice, to have that happen now.
the sounds anderson makes are nice too, and he nips again, a little harder, emboldened, but it's clear he's still metering himself so as to not break skin. cautious, even now. ]
Do you think I couldn't beat a witch at full power?
[ he's dracula, babey. but as the silence falls between them his eyes lid and he huffs out a sound, a pleasant one, an encouraging one, and he squeezes at the base of anderson's cock before beginning to mirror the pace he's setting with his hand, pointedly. his head tips forward a bit so that he can watch between them too and he swallows, and--honestly, he can't help that it arouses him more, that he tips closer and drags his lips along the line of his jaw. ]
Keep going.
[ it's not an admonishment in the least: an idle thing, not so much praise as encouragement, solid evidence that he likes what anderson is doing. ]
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He snorts at the comment.]
Not with the right magic.
[Arrogance got him sealed in the first place. It pays to be cautious, particularly around witches; they aren't beings associated with candidacy for good reason.
But he's swiftly distracted by the huff, the encouragement, the grip, the drag of Alucard's lips- it's all a little dizzying, and he closes his eyes, taking a few unsteady breaths before continuing as instructed. He still watches them, still curiously touches his fingers here and there - over veins and the frenulum and slit - to see what is appreciated and what isn't. His free arm coils over Alucard's shoulder, hand idling in his hair.]
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[ still, hubris is one of his weak points, and he still doesn't think he'd have a problem. but that's a conversation for another time, when he's not pressed close, when anderson's hand isn't working over his cock, when he's not distracted.
he continues his attentions even when anderson has to pause, slow and idle with his mouth and hand both. he runs his thumb along the ridge of anderson's cock, remembering from before, and as the priest explores how to touch him he's perfectly receptive, breathing out a moan against his skin and tipping his head toward the hand in his hair. it's not even that he's easy to please, more that he's incredibly in-tune with what he wants right now, and it's 'anything that anderson is going to give him.'
slow exploration is so aching that it's practically overwhelming. ]