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Log; Complete
When; March 19, during Pinocchio Day.
Rating; PG/PG-13.
Characters; Alucard (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thekingofpain) & Integral (steeldame).
Summary; Alucard takes advantage of the curse to prove he's being sincere to Integral.
Log;
Finally! He had a way to prove he was speaking the truth. Upon waking up that morning, he attempted to shift to hound form to crawl into the foot of Integral's bed and twine around her feet. However, he had been unable, and after reading on the network of the various nose growing due to lie stories, he knew this might be his one chance.
Searching out his master's presence, Alucard slipped into the shadows, lithely coalescing behind Integral's chair. One hand settled on her form, fingers sliding over her shoulder. "Master, this curse day. . I cannot lie without your knowing."
And, with a cheshire grin, slid around to kneel to her right, "Allow me, Master. Allow me to tell the truth." Hands slid to either arm of her chair, fairly trapping her.
As soon as Integral connected herself into the network, still on her nightgown tucked in a warm blue coat, sat in front of her office desk; she’d figured out Alucard would be visiting her. The knight dreaded that, feared to find out the lies or (much worse) the truth behind the pretence of relationship both had. Loosely spoken as relationship that, despite her own growing feelings, their future child with them and increasing romantic tension, she had not allowed to bloom during the eleven months outside London.
Different rules, Integral recalled, wishing Tiki was still around to share with someone who understood how the domestic atmosphere of this place had made them consider what was taboo in their real worlds. Would this happen if I was in my world? Likely not, perhaps it would sooner. If she had no one familiar but Alucard to rely on (Seras, too). If the war had eaten her soul as much Walter’s bitterness indicated.
She closed her eyes, ignoring the shivers that the increasing coldness provoked her, to think clearly. The shadows were everywhere, she could not move even if she wanted to. Alucard was there already.
What about lying to yourself? Delude to believe it real, Integral mused inwardly, observing her vampire servant, allowing him to speak without interruptions. Reaching for the laptop, she turned it off to give him full attention. “What truth?” she asked, calmly.
He reached up with the hand on the arm of the chair closest to his body, fingers a breath away from Integra's cheek, not quite touching. "That I love you, Integral." A simple reply, no pretense or teasing, words hanging in the air, waiting a reply.
The vampire's nose did not grow, but his eyes bored into Integral's, waiting for her reply. He wanted to touch her, to hear her. To know that he had proven himself. But everything was in her hands, she was the master and he only a servant.
Integral kept his red gaze locked with her blue one. She did not know what to say or feel, his nose didn’t grow one single inch and that made her look even more vulnerable and insecure of this subject. She was the Iron Maiden, hard and cold, but still a maiden, this subject was the one she was more rookie of. Even the innocent Police Girl had more experience than her in the love matter.
Blinking twice, she sighed, ordering softly. “Tell me a lie, Alucard.” Despite knowing he wasn’t lying anymore (not to her at least), she had to feel completely safe, utterly in control.
"I intend to convert to Islam," He replied, an utter and undeniable lie. He felt the flesh, bone and cartiledge of his nose stretch a few inches. Lips peeling back in disguist at the distortion of his feature, unable to control or reshape it. He huffed and arched a brow at her.
He felt her vulnerability, knew of the trepidition she felt on this subject. Integral cared deeply for him and he wished not to betray that again, to harm her. Bending slightly, he brushed his cheek against her gloved hand on the chair.
If circumstances were others, Integral would have smirked at the statement, but she felt her pulse skip a beat and a sorrow overwhelming her. The what if started to torment her again, the cross she sported in her cravat acquired a new weight. How many things she betrayed to accept him? Not as Walter or her father had done, in a freedom of caring and lust that they had so easily pushed aside for years, she knew her case would be different, that she would not allow another lover. That made her feel… less Hellsing, more…
Human.
Not with privileges or duties to uphold, but with freedom to choose what to do for herself and not England or Her Majesty.
“I know your feelings,” she replied, adding into a whisper next. “I shouldn’t have doubted them.”
Eyes slid closed and a smile played at the corners of his mouth. His hands slid to her waist, thumbs stroking the ribcage there. With a sound of contentment, he pressed his head to her stomach, chest against the side of her leg and slightly leaning over the arm of her chair.
"Master, I gave you reason to doubt." Eyes opened and he looked up at her again, "I shall never give you reason again." His expression solemn, but enjoyable.
“Stop acting like a pet,” Integral commanded, frowning at the way he was carrying himself. She enjoyed that every other day, except those she didn’t like to be touched (contact was something she wasn’t used to feel - gloves, a suit that covered her whole made her feel less exposed). “I don’t want an animal, I want a man. Being a vampire doesn’t mean you have to give in to that.”
Her stern expression softened slightly. “One more thing before we start a serious relationship, you will refrain from any cutesy pet name of any nature. Master is alright, that is where I draw the line.”
He straightened, lips near hers in a moment as he spoke, "If it is a man you want..." Then smirked at her, tasting her breath, leaning in ever so cheekily to brush lips to hers; warm and soft. Any punishment would be worth this.
"No pet names, my Master? I cannot call you Mistress instead?" There really were no other pet names aside the usual Virgin of Steel, Iron Maiden, etc.
Integral kept a watchful eye on the large nose as Alucard straightened and drew his face close to hers. She did not wish the large feature interfere in the early (yet late) stage of courtship. “Not a man, but a vampire,” she breathed against his lips, returning the brush before withdrawing. Adjusting her spectacles, the knight regarded him for a second.
“If you must,” she said, indifferent at the gender switch of that word. “You will also respect my personal space. I don’t mind your moves most of the times, but I am extremely fond of distance. You know how terribly fussy I am. I know how infuriatingly pushy you could be. Then, we must work in this slowly.”
"At your pace, my Master," Alucard replied, pulling back from his stolen brush of lips, slightly vain and annoyed that on a day such as this his nose was more Cyrano than enjoyable. Though it had played a fair part in bringing this all about. The curse, it seemed was worth something this day.
"I shall not become frustrated if you do not become too angry when I move too soon?"
“For start, Alucard,” Integral said, crossing her arms and bringing romantic relationship in a light she was familiar with: business. “Stop pressing to share my bed, with or without any article of clothing. If you want that type of relationship, I am sure many would gladly offer their bedsides for your use. I don’t enjoy it.” If she had allowed him a night or two as exceptions in the past was to give a taste, one she did not grow fond or comfortable with.
“I am in control, thus, we will move when I say. I know what you want and already offer, there is absolutely no need to take this particular subject in the way you pushing for slaughter in the battlefield.” She knew that was his modus operandi but in this subject, it was not going to be successful.
He inclined his head, chastised, "Yes, Master." The vampire knew she disliked him in her bed, but he was oh so fond of it. And she only mentioned clothing, not other forms, such as shadows or hounds and could not surpress a fanged grin at that.
"I shall control myself," With a huff. She knew his wants, he knew when they matched with her own that she would grant them. Until then. . there was always turning to mist and enjoying her showers with her.
Rating; PG/PG-13.
Characters; Alucard (
thekingofpain) & Integral (steeldame).Summary; Alucard takes advantage of the curse to prove he's being sincere to Integral.
Log;
Finally! He had a way to prove he was speaking the truth. Upon waking up that morning, he attempted to shift to hound form to crawl into the foot of Integral's bed and twine around her feet. However, he had been unable, and after reading on the network of the various nose growing due to lie stories, he knew this might be his one chance.
Searching out his master's presence, Alucard slipped into the shadows, lithely coalescing behind Integral's chair. One hand settled on her form, fingers sliding over her shoulder. "Master, this curse day. . I cannot lie without your knowing."
And, with a cheshire grin, slid around to kneel to her right, "Allow me, Master. Allow me to tell the truth." Hands slid to either arm of her chair, fairly trapping her.
As soon as Integral connected herself into the network, still on her nightgown tucked in a warm blue coat, sat in front of her office desk; she’d figured out Alucard would be visiting her. The knight dreaded that, feared to find out the lies or (much worse) the truth behind the pretence of relationship both had. Loosely spoken as relationship that, despite her own growing feelings, their future child with them and increasing romantic tension, she had not allowed to bloom during the eleven months outside London.
Different rules, Integral recalled, wishing Tiki was still around to share with someone who understood how the domestic atmosphere of this place had made them consider what was taboo in their real worlds. Would this happen if I was in my world? Likely not, perhaps it would sooner. If she had no one familiar but Alucard to rely on (Seras, too). If the war had eaten her soul as much Walter’s bitterness indicated.
She closed her eyes, ignoring the shivers that the increasing coldness provoked her, to think clearly. The shadows were everywhere, she could not move even if she wanted to. Alucard was there already.
What about lying to yourself? Delude to believe it real, Integral mused inwardly, observing her vampire servant, allowing him to speak without interruptions. Reaching for the laptop, she turned it off to give him full attention. “What truth?” she asked, calmly.
He reached up with the hand on the arm of the chair closest to his body, fingers a breath away from Integra's cheek, not quite touching. "That I love you, Integral." A simple reply, no pretense or teasing, words hanging in the air, waiting a reply.
The vampire's nose did not grow, but his eyes bored into Integral's, waiting for her reply. He wanted to touch her, to hear her. To know that he had proven himself. But everything was in her hands, she was the master and he only a servant.
Integral kept his red gaze locked with her blue one. She did not know what to say or feel, his nose didn’t grow one single inch and that made her look even more vulnerable and insecure of this subject. She was the Iron Maiden, hard and cold, but still a maiden, this subject was the one she was more rookie of. Even the innocent Police Girl had more experience than her in the love matter.
Blinking twice, she sighed, ordering softly. “Tell me a lie, Alucard.” Despite knowing he wasn’t lying anymore (not to her at least), she had to feel completely safe, utterly in control.
"I intend to convert to Islam," He replied, an utter and undeniable lie. He felt the flesh, bone and cartiledge of his nose stretch a few inches. Lips peeling back in disguist at the distortion of his feature, unable to control or reshape it. He huffed and arched a brow at her.
He felt her vulnerability, knew of the trepidition she felt on this subject. Integral cared deeply for him and he wished not to betray that again, to harm her. Bending slightly, he brushed his cheek against her gloved hand on the chair.
If circumstances were others, Integral would have smirked at the statement, but she felt her pulse skip a beat and a sorrow overwhelming her. The what if started to torment her again, the cross she sported in her cravat acquired a new weight. How many things she betrayed to accept him? Not as Walter or her father had done, in a freedom of caring and lust that they had so easily pushed aside for years, she knew her case would be different, that she would not allow another lover. That made her feel… less Hellsing, more…
Human.
Not with privileges or duties to uphold, but with freedom to choose what to do for herself and not England or Her Majesty.
“I know your feelings,” she replied, adding into a whisper next. “I shouldn’t have doubted them.”
Eyes slid closed and a smile played at the corners of his mouth. His hands slid to her waist, thumbs stroking the ribcage there. With a sound of contentment, he pressed his head to her stomach, chest against the side of her leg and slightly leaning over the arm of her chair.
"Master, I gave you reason to doubt." Eyes opened and he looked up at her again, "I shall never give you reason again." His expression solemn, but enjoyable.
“Stop acting like a pet,” Integral commanded, frowning at the way he was carrying himself. She enjoyed that every other day, except those she didn’t like to be touched (contact was something she wasn’t used to feel - gloves, a suit that covered her whole made her feel less exposed). “I don’t want an animal, I want a man. Being a vampire doesn’t mean you have to give in to that.”
Her stern expression softened slightly. “One more thing before we start a serious relationship, you will refrain from any cutesy pet name of any nature. Master is alright, that is where I draw the line.”
He straightened, lips near hers in a moment as he spoke, "If it is a man you want..." Then smirked at her, tasting her breath, leaning in ever so cheekily to brush lips to hers; warm and soft. Any punishment would be worth this.
"No pet names, my Master? I cannot call you Mistress instead?" There really were no other pet names aside the usual Virgin of Steel, Iron Maiden, etc.
Integral kept a watchful eye on the large nose as Alucard straightened and drew his face close to hers. She did not wish the large feature interfere in the early (yet late) stage of courtship. “Not a man, but a vampire,” she breathed against his lips, returning the brush before withdrawing. Adjusting her spectacles, the knight regarded him for a second.
“If you must,” she said, indifferent at the gender switch of that word. “You will also respect my personal space. I don’t mind your moves most of the times, but I am extremely fond of distance. You know how terribly fussy I am. I know how infuriatingly pushy you could be. Then, we must work in this slowly.”
"At your pace, my Master," Alucard replied, pulling back from his stolen brush of lips, slightly vain and annoyed that on a day such as this his nose was more Cyrano than enjoyable. Though it had played a fair part in bringing this all about. The curse, it seemed was worth something this day.
"I shall not become frustrated if you do not become too angry when I move too soon?"
“For start, Alucard,” Integral said, crossing her arms and bringing romantic relationship in a light she was familiar with: business. “Stop pressing to share my bed, with or without any article of clothing. If you want that type of relationship, I am sure many would gladly offer their bedsides for your use. I don’t enjoy it.” If she had allowed him a night or two as exceptions in the past was to give a taste, one she did not grow fond or comfortable with.
“I am in control, thus, we will move when I say. I know what you want and already offer, there is absolutely no need to take this particular subject in the way you pushing for slaughter in the battlefield.” She knew that was his modus operandi but in this subject, it was not going to be successful.
He inclined his head, chastised, "Yes, Master." The vampire knew she disliked him in her bed, but he was oh so fond of it. And she only mentioned clothing, not other forms, such as shadows or hounds and could not surpress a fanged grin at that.
"I shall control myself," With a huff. She knew his wants, he knew when they matched with her own that she would grant them. Until then. . there was always turning to mist and enjoying her showers with her.