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Log; Complete
When; 30th June. Evening: Ho
Rating; R. Nudity, slight sexual situations (no sex), disturbing shadows, innuendo, banter and fluff.
Characters; Alucard (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thekingofpain) & Integra Hellsing (steeldame)
Summary; The heat becomes unbearable for Integra, but can her servant cool her body or set it more on fire? Image by Solid&Etc.
Log;
Usually, Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing had high tolerance for high temperatures. Having schooled herself in wearing tailored suits even in summer since a tender age, she was able to laugh at the most terrible heat waves England had to offer…
She could withstand the arduous training in the leather white fencing outfit or the pressure of the mission with the burning smell of gunpowder in the middle of a moonless night.
But today, she had stripped herself nude, turned on the air conditioned to maximum and tried to take ice tea for breakfast. Even if she added ice cubes to her drink, the unbearable hot atmosphere melted it immediately and sweat started to bathe her bare, bronze skin.
It sickened her. After the frozen winter and the interrupted springtime, the abrupt arrival of the merciless of summer was jarring.
She couldn’t stand it. She, the Iron Maiden, was losing control over weather. The knight was grateful no one tried to disturb the privacy of her chambers, in flat eleven. Moving to the shut blinds, she lifted one to glimpse the visible steam coming from the asphalt outside.
Ridiculous. I will not let this bloody weather get the best of me. Not when I have still resorts for comfort.
Her finger closed the blinds and moved out the window to the wall behind her, closer to the shadows of her dark room.
At his Master's whim and his own desire, the vampire shifted to shadows and slid through the walls of the City apartment they habitated in. Sliding over the floor, up the wall, then over the ceiling, his shadowy tentacles dropped the temperature in the room a few physical degrees.
Heavy as a hand, those shadows slid up Integral's body, licking away the sweat beading on her heated bronze flesh. Blackness swathed her, soaking her warmth and taking it into himself, returning cold for hot, stroking all that flesh she hid and scolded him for wanting.
He wasn’t an uninvited thief whose daring contact would win her scorn, but Alucard was taking advantage of the situation and Integra knew it. She gasped, feeling her heated skin cooling, the sweat vanishing in the heavy shadows. Her eyes closed, relaxing at the comforting sensation, trusting him for this favour he was doing born not of selflessness and duty, and inhaled deeply to let go a sigh before her lips tugged in a wry smile.
“H-How diligent even in this terrible weather, servant,” Integral murmured, straightening and trying to measure the shadows that were locate near her face. Her body was a bit shaken, but she would not tremble, but the faint pink of her cheeks was an odious side effect she did not see.
Her face still was warm and took it as part of the heat.
He could feel the rush of blood, hear the flowing of it to her cheeks. The warmth was not the suffocating press of the city's heatwave, but a more than welcome erotic sensation spreading through him. He could taste her sweat, taste her flesh and wanted more. The vampire's shadows lay heavily over her, entwined with her body.
A wet coolness, his tongue caressed the side of her cheek as the shadows played over thighs, calves, behind the knee and lightly over her stomach and breasts. He stayed out of more intimate bits, knowing she would punish him in an unfortunate matter.
The lapping wasn’t what Integral had in mind when she asked his assistance and the contact made her shiver. She couldn’t see what exactly he was doing with her body but enjoyed it, instead her eyes were enthralled by the dancing tendrils that hung above her palm. It was unusual to spark her curiosity like that for something as trivial but the weather wasn’t placing the knight in the most productive of the moods.
“Speak, if you don’t I think I am delirious and imagining all this.”
Sometimes, in her relationship with the vampires, the business one that started over a decade ago, and the romantic continuation only months from then had degrees of madness. Neither Alucard nor her were very stable. It was that was made them join in such intimidate and sad way.
How could she stay sane without him? How couldn’t she?
~Master~ his voice purred, echoing through the chamber, empty except for them. ~Would you prefer I were here with you and the shadows?~ The feel of a sharktoothed grin pressing against the back of Integral's mind.
The tendrils licked at her ankles, sliding between her feet and the floor, allowing her to keep balance, but winding all the way over her.
“Y-You--” Integra’s voice trembled, cut by the tickles in her ankle and the sudden sensation of losing her balance. She did not fall, the shadows were holding her; he was… helping to keep her much praised dignity. He knight’s brows knitted together in annoyance and cleared her throat. “You are the shadows, Alucard. The ones that count.”
She turned around, leaning her back on the wall, half closing her eyes and relaxation after recovering her composure.
“Sometimes, I feel like us are like these shadows. It teases me with a promise I can’t touch.”
"But there is a promise, Integral," A more material voice right next to her ear, lips brushing the tender flesh there. Alucard bit at that ripe flesh with the flats of his teeth, shadows still on her, even as she moved.
"Oh Master, my Master," A need, a purr in his voice as the feeling of his head weighted her shoulder. Then pulled away, tongue sliding down her outer thigh, licking at the back of her knees.
Even in shadows, Alucard had teeth. He was both a man and a vampire in desires, Integral knew but also she wasn’t afraid because she controlled them. He could not make any claim she didn’t consent. The darkness belonged to her, in her life that knowledge made her endure a life of deceptive solitude.
She was never alone. The shadows were always with her. As she walked, while she smoked, when she drank tea and read mission reports.
They existed touching her with phantom brushes but never swallowing her whole.
“You would rather lick my blood off my skin rather than my sweat.” Blood was aphrodisiac, specially hers or that she ordered to spill or personally made someone’s bleed.
"I would." He replied, forming, kneeling at her feet with a smile, cheek pressed against her thigh, hands on her calves. With a half smile, his eyes closed as the shadows lifted her breasts slightly, pressing them, kneading.
Body cold, vastly cold against her hot flesh, hoping to cool her. Neither obeying too closely nor disobeying.
“And to sink your fangs in my…” It was getting irksome the newfound ability Alucard developed in cutting down her speech. She inhaled sharply as he tried his saucy touch on her bosom. Her heart fluttered, but it did cool the heat there. Even if she felt a different brand of warm growing, one that he did nothing but ignite with every brush.
“That is enough. Don’t trespass further,” she warned, anticipating just where would be his next target.
"I would not dream of it, Master," Alucard replied cheekily. But the shadows remained on her breasts, tweaking at her nipples and drawing shadows to brush away her hair from the shoulders, sliding over her neck and jawline.
"Sink my fangs? Oh, but Master, there is something much.. larger.. I would prefer to sink into you."
The cheeky bastard, Integra thought, listening to his shameless flirting, he was taking advantage she could not strangle shadows. But they were alone, it was allowed. Besides, as crude he could be, she actually enjoyed it when he regarded as a woman. Just a little and only by him.
It was also touching to hear the vampire thinking himself as a man, instead of a monster.
“It’s only large when you have the ability to shape your body at your leisure,” she taunted, smirking. The pressure on her breasts was straining her nerves with pleasure. Her sensitive flesh was pulsating. She refrained to pant, remarking: “Your task, servant, is to fight the heat, not increase it. Your current ministrations aren’t helping.”
"Your heat is cooling, my Master," Alucard replied, looking up at her, chin indenting the muscle of her thigh, right above her knee, but only slightly. "What is raising is desire."
"Such insults, my Master," Alucard replied, affecting a playful tone, "I am wounded. Perhaps you would like to examine my materials for yourself, especially after ordering me not to shift them."
Desire, yes, that sinfully tempting siren that would not rule her life or their relationship. It was more amusing when he didn’t get his way, even at the cost of her willingness to concede it.
“What is rising is sleep, but I digress,” Integral disagreed, one hand hid the yawn and the other slid into Alucard’s hair. It didn’t feel like hair strands, they were too slick and lacking substance. Like shadows. “I did nothing and I feel tired already.” Bloody weather. The heat was a headache for human limitations, even for the strongest wills.
"Then we shall sleep," He replied and shadows embraced her, becoming his arms. Eyes were everywhere and creatures lurked around Integral's bedroom.
He moved with her towards the bed, solidifying more with each step aside from the writhing shadows around him.
Integra’s eyes widened as Alucard swept her off her feet, carrying her in her surreal looking bedroom. It was a perfect horror portrait: Lo, the long haired maiden taken on her bed by forces evil, by those things that priests and warriors should fight to keep outside. But she had invited this evil, she had made it serve the good. It was hers.
It seemed, he always did something like this to remind her she had chosen to love a male monster, one caring and attentive, but whose form could lack human form completely, not a pious man of God.
She smirked. There were no regrets with that choice.
“You--” Integra said, struggling within his hold. “Close that damned eye.” She elbowed to his chest with triumphal snort - right on the centre of the widely open, giant eye located on the middle of it. Why there was need to be a voyeur when he was participant? Alucard’s fetishes were lost to her. “And make sure to return the air conditioning to normal after midnight. A precaution for tomorrow’s weather.”
The elbow strike to Alucard's eye perforated the cornea and clearish liquid spilled slightly against her. Alucard huffed as the eye closed, "Did it offend you so, Master? I prefer to keep an eye on you. . "
The smirk was obvious in his voice as he splayed her out across the bed, indenting the mattress with his weight next to her.
Integra made a face but refused to comment on that. “That’s hardly fair. I have only a pair while you…” she pointed out, pausing and glancing around, trying in vain to count the red eyes that gazed at them in the shadows. “You have about a million of them.”
She huffed and clung to him when Alucard deposited both on bed. Ah, she was tired, her mind and limbs reacted immediately with the mattress.
Moving close to Integral, those eyes closed and shadows blanketed them both. Silken lips pressed against her temple, "Pleasant dreams, my Master. My own nightmares have broken."
While her vampire tucked them in with sheets and blankets and shadows, Integral wrapped her arms around his neck, pillowing her head on his chest. She breathed on his skin, so pale, framed by the dark tendrils his body melted in and out in series of intervals. Her eyes became heavy whilst she still looked at him, too heavy to keep them open.
He that will enjoy the brightness of sunshine, must quit the coolness of the shade. Was Samuel Johnson who said that? She didn’t remember or care, she lived in a world she could enjoy both without sour regrets.
“Rest,” she simply wished at Alucard, and she meaned it. 'Sweet dreams' wasn't proper. Those would forever escape him and her; but they could always settle by sleeping together in their shade, she knew. Suddenly while slumber spread in her system, heat and cold didn't longer matter as much as his company.
Rating; R. Nudity, slight sexual situations (no sex), disturbing shadows, innuendo, banter and fluff.
Characters; Alucard (
thekingofpain) & Integra Hellsing (steeldame)Summary; The heat becomes unbearable for Integra, but can her servant cool her body or set it more on fire? Image by Solid&Etc.
Log;
Usually, Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing had high tolerance for high temperatures. Having schooled herself in wearing tailored suits even in summer since a tender age, she was able to laugh at the most terrible heat waves England had to offer…
She could withstand the arduous training in the leather white fencing outfit or the pressure of the mission with the burning smell of gunpowder in the middle of a moonless night.
But today, she had stripped herself nude, turned on the air conditioned to maximum and tried to take ice tea for breakfast. Even if she added ice cubes to her drink, the unbearable hot atmosphere melted it immediately and sweat started to bathe her bare, bronze skin.
It sickened her. After the frozen winter and the interrupted springtime, the abrupt arrival of the merciless of summer was jarring.
She couldn’t stand it. She, the Iron Maiden, was losing control over weather. The knight was grateful no one tried to disturb the privacy of her chambers, in flat eleven. Moving to the shut blinds, she lifted one to glimpse the visible steam coming from the asphalt outside.
Ridiculous. I will not let this bloody weather get the best of me. Not when I have still resorts for comfort.
Her finger closed the blinds and moved out the window to the wall behind her, closer to the shadows of her dark room.
At his Master's whim and his own desire, the vampire shifted to shadows and slid through the walls of the City apartment they habitated in. Sliding over the floor, up the wall, then over the ceiling, his shadowy tentacles dropped the temperature in the room a few physical degrees.
Heavy as a hand, those shadows slid up Integral's body, licking away the sweat beading on her heated bronze flesh. Blackness swathed her, soaking her warmth and taking it into himself, returning cold for hot, stroking all that flesh she hid and scolded him for wanting.
He wasn’t an uninvited thief whose daring contact would win her scorn, but Alucard was taking advantage of the situation and Integra knew it. She gasped, feeling her heated skin cooling, the sweat vanishing in the heavy shadows. Her eyes closed, relaxing at the comforting sensation, trusting him for this favour he was doing born not of selflessness and duty, and inhaled deeply to let go a sigh before her lips tugged in a wry smile.
“H-How diligent even in this terrible weather, servant,” Integral murmured, straightening and trying to measure the shadows that were locate near her face. Her body was a bit shaken, but she would not tremble, but the faint pink of her cheeks was an odious side effect she did not see.
Her face still was warm and took it as part of the heat.
He could feel the rush of blood, hear the flowing of it to her cheeks. The warmth was not the suffocating press of the city's heatwave, but a more than welcome erotic sensation spreading through him. He could taste her sweat, taste her flesh and wanted more. The vampire's shadows lay heavily over her, entwined with her body.
A wet coolness, his tongue caressed the side of her cheek as the shadows played over thighs, calves, behind the knee and lightly over her stomach and breasts. He stayed out of more intimate bits, knowing she would punish him in an unfortunate matter.
The lapping wasn’t what Integral had in mind when she asked his assistance and the contact made her shiver. She couldn’t see what exactly he was doing with her body but enjoyed it, instead her eyes were enthralled by the dancing tendrils that hung above her palm. It was unusual to spark her curiosity like that for something as trivial but the weather wasn’t placing the knight in the most productive of the moods.
“Speak, if you don’t I think I am delirious and imagining all this.”
Sometimes, in her relationship with the vampires, the business one that started over a decade ago, and the romantic continuation only months from then had degrees of madness. Neither Alucard nor her were very stable. It was that was made them join in such intimidate and sad way.
How could she stay sane without him? How couldn’t she?
~Master~ his voice purred, echoing through the chamber, empty except for them. ~Would you prefer I were here with you and the shadows?~ The feel of a sharktoothed grin pressing against the back of Integral's mind.
The tendrils licked at her ankles, sliding between her feet and the floor, allowing her to keep balance, but winding all the way over her.
“Y-You--” Integra’s voice trembled, cut by the tickles in her ankle and the sudden sensation of losing her balance. She did not fall, the shadows were holding her; he was… helping to keep her much praised dignity. He knight’s brows knitted together in annoyance and cleared her throat. “You are the shadows, Alucard. The ones that count.”
She turned around, leaning her back on the wall, half closing her eyes and relaxation after recovering her composure.
“Sometimes, I feel like us are like these shadows. It teases me with a promise I can’t touch.”
"But there is a promise, Integral," A more material voice right next to her ear, lips brushing the tender flesh there. Alucard bit at that ripe flesh with the flats of his teeth, shadows still on her, even as she moved.
"Oh Master, my Master," A need, a purr in his voice as the feeling of his head weighted her shoulder. Then pulled away, tongue sliding down her outer thigh, licking at the back of her knees.
Even in shadows, Alucard had teeth. He was both a man and a vampire in desires, Integral knew but also she wasn’t afraid because she controlled them. He could not make any claim she didn’t consent. The darkness belonged to her, in her life that knowledge made her endure a life of deceptive solitude.
She was never alone. The shadows were always with her. As she walked, while she smoked, when she drank tea and read mission reports.
They existed touching her with phantom brushes but never swallowing her whole.
“You would rather lick my blood off my skin rather than my sweat.” Blood was aphrodisiac, specially hers or that she ordered to spill or personally made someone’s bleed.
"I would." He replied, forming, kneeling at her feet with a smile, cheek pressed against her thigh, hands on her calves. With a half smile, his eyes closed as the shadows lifted her breasts slightly, pressing them, kneading.
Body cold, vastly cold against her hot flesh, hoping to cool her. Neither obeying too closely nor disobeying.
“And to sink your fangs in my…” It was getting irksome the newfound ability Alucard developed in cutting down her speech. She inhaled sharply as he tried his saucy touch on her bosom. Her heart fluttered, but it did cool the heat there. Even if she felt a different brand of warm growing, one that he did nothing but ignite with every brush.
“That is enough. Don’t trespass further,” she warned, anticipating just where would be his next target.
"I would not dream of it, Master," Alucard replied cheekily. But the shadows remained on her breasts, tweaking at her nipples and drawing shadows to brush away her hair from the shoulders, sliding over her neck and jawline.
"Sink my fangs? Oh, but Master, there is something much.. larger.. I would prefer to sink into you."
The cheeky bastard, Integra thought, listening to his shameless flirting, he was taking advantage she could not strangle shadows. But they were alone, it was allowed. Besides, as crude he could be, she actually enjoyed it when he regarded as a woman. Just a little and only by him.
It was also touching to hear the vampire thinking himself as a man, instead of a monster.
“It’s only large when you have the ability to shape your body at your leisure,” she taunted, smirking. The pressure on her breasts was straining her nerves with pleasure. Her sensitive flesh was pulsating. She refrained to pant, remarking: “Your task, servant, is to fight the heat, not increase it. Your current ministrations aren’t helping.”
"Your heat is cooling, my Master," Alucard replied, looking up at her, chin indenting the muscle of her thigh, right above her knee, but only slightly. "What is raising is desire."
"Such insults, my Master," Alucard replied, affecting a playful tone, "I am wounded. Perhaps you would like to examine my materials for yourself, especially after ordering me not to shift them."
Desire, yes, that sinfully tempting siren that would not rule her life or their relationship. It was more amusing when he didn’t get his way, even at the cost of her willingness to concede it.
“What is rising is sleep, but I digress,” Integral disagreed, one hand hid the yawn and the other slid into Alucard’s hair. It didn’t feel like hair strands, they were too slick and lacking substance. Like shadows. “I did nothing and I feel tired already.” Bloody weather. The heat was a headache for human limitations, even for the strongest wills.
"Then we shall sleep," He replied and shadows embraced her, becoming his arms. Eyes were everywhere and creatures lurked around Integral's bedroom.
He moved with her towards the bed, solidifying more with each step aside from the writhing shadows around him.
Integra’s eyes widened as Alucard swept her off her feet, carrying her in her surreal looking bedroom. It was a perfect horror portrait: Lo, the long haired maiden taken on her bed by forces evil, by those things that priests and warriors should fight to keep outside. But she had invited this evil, she had made it serve the good. It was hers.
It seemed, he always did something like this to remind her she had chosen to love a male monster, one caring and attentive, but whose form could lack human form completely, not a pious man of God.
She smirked. There were no regrets with that choice.
“You--” Integra said, struggling within his hold. “Close that damned eye.” She elbowed to his chest with triumphal snort - right on the centre of the widely open, giant eye located on the middle of it. Why there was need to be a voyeur when he was participant? Alucard’s fetishes were lost to her. “And make sure to return the air conditioning to normal after midnight. A precaution for tomorrow’s weather.”
The elbow strike to Alucard's eye perforated the cornea and clearish liquid spilled slightly against her. Alucard huffed as the eye closed, "Did it offend you so, Master? I prefer to keep an eye on you. . "
The smirk was obvious in his voice as he splayed her out across the bed, indenting the mattress with his weight next to her.
Integra made a face but refused to comment on that. “That’s hardly fair. I have only a pair while you…” she pointed out, pausing and glancing around, trying in vain to count the red eyes that gazed at them in the shadows. “You have about a million of them.”
She huffed and clung to him when Alucard deposited both on bed. Ah, she was tired, her mind and limbs reacted immediately with the mattress.
Moving close to Integral, those eyes closed and shadows blanketed them both. Silken lips pressed against her temple, "Pleasant dreams, my Master. My own nightmares have broken."
While her vampire tucked them in with sheets and blankets and shadows, Integral wrapped her arms around his neck, pillowing her head on his chest. She breathed on his skin, so pale, framed by the dark tendrils his body melted in and out in series of intervals. Her eyes became heavy whilst she still looked at him, too heavy to keep them open.
He that will enjoy the brightness of sunshine, must quit the coolness of the shade. Was Samuel Johnson who said that? She didn’t remember or care, she lived in a world she could enjoy both without sour regrets.
“Rest,” she simply wished at Alucard, and she meaned it. 'Sweet dreams' wasn't proper. Those would forever escape him and her; but they could always settle by sleeping together in their shade, she knew. Suddenly while slumber spread in her system, heat and cold didn't longer matter as much as his company.