FORSAKEN - Chapter 2 (R/Lemon)
Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2003 12:59 am
AN: Why is this fic taking so long? Ack - it was supposed to be short! Well, this chapter didn't get to be the out and out smut-fest. It's more like 'Opening Ceremonies.' Which means there will be more chapters. Geh.
But in the mean time *hugs to everyone*
Thanks so much for reading!
Love,
Stella
FORSAKEN
Chapter 2 ? No Orders
Her eyes fly open when my mouth clamps down on her neck. I hear the rush of air that was squeezed from her lungs and feel her palms pushing against my shoulders in her waking instant of alarm. My hand snakes upwards and rests against her forehead, but even then my Master?s mind and body are not soothed. Integra?s blood flows over my lips as her heart beats loud and frantic against my chest.
I tighten my hold on the woman beneath me and time seems to slow. She falls back against her pillows, hands dropping onto the cool material of the sheets. A word that sounded like my name is released into the room?s dark air, but I am near oblivion: Lost in the taste of her blood, the heat of her human body under my cold vampiric one, but most of all, I am lost in my moment of control. She is mine now, this one I have lusted after and hungered for in these ten years that could have summed up my whole eternity.
A decade should be nothing to me. In the past they have been little more than a turn of my head or a blink of my eye. Days and nights should run together in an indistinguishable stream until I stop and look up after some random instance forces me to take note of the date. But not these years with my Master. I remember her flawlessly, from the night she found me in that dungeon up until this very second. Perhaps I have marked the passage of our time so closely because for the first time in my long life, I was made to feel.
?Alucard.?
Integra?s fingers are weakly prying at the material of my coat. They pull at the sleeves and then move to the lapels over my suit. I don?t want to let her go. I do feel. I feel something beyond the icy immortal numbness, the numbness that not even a feast of blood can truly erase.
?Stop. Stop it. Alucard.?
I force myself to move away, though I take as long as I can to run my tongue over the wounds and stop the bleeding. I am slow to loosen my grasp on her body and tear myself apart from her warmth. As I sit up on the edge of the bed I can see the anger ignite in my Master?s blue eyes. Her hand shoots up to cover the stinging punctures and the other is poised to strike my cheek. I catch it in mine before it makes contact.
?What were you trying to do??
Her voice is a low hiss, still raspy and hoarse from sleep, but commanding all the same. I level my gaze directly to hers. I don?t like the distance between us so I lean in until my face almost touches her own.
?Following your orders, my Master.?
She stays still with the exception of her widening eyes and a sharp intake of breath. Her hand is still trapped in mine and I can sense the tensing of every muscle.
?You had no orders. When have I instructed you to stay here and drain me in my sleep??
?You were dreaming.?
?Don?t insult my intelligence.?
I smile. Sometimes it seems as though her bad temper was shaped for my amusement alone.
?Earlier. A nightmare.?
Her expression changes again. She pales and looks away. I can?t help but admire the picture she makes: her stately profile with gold light of early morning catching high cheekbones and weaving itself into her tousled platinum hair. The tangled strands fall over her exposed skin as if trying to protect her modesty. But my Master can hide nothing from me no matter how much she tries.
?I remember now,? she whispers. ?It stopped when? when I heard your voice.? I can sense her mind flipping through the images of dream she knew all too well. A shudder moves through her and she finally looks up again.
?I should say thank you, I suppose.?
?You have your duty and I have mine. There has never been a need for thanks.?
I raise her hand to my lips and plant a kiss on the palm. Her bare skin burns against mine before I release the limb back to its owner. It isn?t a mere sense of duty that keeps me by her side. There is no one but her who can hold me.
She tries to ignore the contact and squints passed me at the dim light peeking in through the gap in the curtains. I stay in the shadows, still near her on the bed. ?The sun is rising,? she says. ?It?s just as well I?m awake. It?s going to be a long day.?
Integra moves to get up, then seems to suddenly realize that I am watching her intently. She grabs the white sheet and pulls it tightly around her, averting her eyes from my wolfish expression. Why is she trying to hide again?
?You may retire now, Alucard.?
My stare is locked on the woman beside me. Sleep is the farthest thing from my mind. I shake my head and do my best to keep a stoic face, sliding towards her over the remaining covers. ?The day isn?t here yet, not completely. And the night?? I catch the sheet and pull it from her body. Her arms fly up to cover her chest as she inches backwards. Integra opens her mouth to protest and I catch it in a kiss. When I finally release her, the wide grin overtakes my features. ?The night and all things in it belong to me.?
I kiss her again, more deeply, as if I?m seeking to drink from her mouth. My hand encircles her wrists and guides her arms behind her head, pinning them to the pillow. I can still taste her blood in the kiss, a small amount returning from my lips to hers. It?s not enough. For so long I have waited to share my own blood with her. All it would take is a flick of my tongue against one of my pointed teeth and the simple motion of sliding it between her parted lips. But I cannot. Even if everything in her subconscious wills me to, even if her mind screams for it, I cannot until I hear the words. I will not.
I keep my hold on her and let my mouth travel over her jaw until I reach her ear. Her breath is coming out in loud gasps, so I speak the words slowly; allowing my voice to caress my Master?s already heightened senses.
?Will you let me take what is mine??
Her chest heaves against me, but she does not struggle to free herself. The vivid blue eyes gaze up at me as if their look alone should be the answer. She wants this. But the words do not come.
?I know, Master. Your thoughts betray you. Your dreams, your own mind.? I move farther down, smoothing a hand over her naked skin. I catch the scent of desire that is rising from the place between her legs. Human bodies. They, too, will always betray in the end.
?There is nothing stopping you. There is nothing now, between you and me.?
I shrug out of my coat and loosen my tie, all the while tempting my Master with an invisible touch. I will the unseen fingertips to trace gentle paths through her hair. At the same time, they glide from her fingertips to her shoulders and over her breasts, causing the sensitive flesh to pucker and tighten. They dance across her stomach and find their way to heat at the center of her body, tending the fire there until I am free of the last of my clothing.
Before I met my Master, I was nothing but a monster. I wanted to be nothing else. But I know I have been changed, at least in some small part, by Integra. Though she keeps me bound, she has truly freed me.
?Alucard.?
I discard my white shirt and her voice draws me back. It?s strained and airy, as if she is talking in her sleep. She mumbles something else that even I can?t hear, so I move in on top of her. Warmth radiates from the smaller form beneath me. It sets fire to my own cold skin and cuts through the chill that is etched in my very bones. My mouth finds the neck it has greatly missed in the last few minutes. I catch the scent of blood there, but it is not what I want right now. I want to taste the rest of my Master. I wish to know every inch of her, to devour her in ways no mortal man could hope to.
My glove-covered hands are drawn up the length of her spine and around to the softness of her breasts. I run my tongue over the salty flesh, lapping at one, and then the other, stopping to rest against the sound of her heart. I feel her moving under me. She calls my name again and I am forced to look up. I can see the flush in her cheeks and swollen fullness in her lips from being kissed.
She smiles. My Master looks at me and smiles as she takes my hands in hers and peels the glove off one, and then the other. That which is the focus of my power though Hellsing, but also the akin to the chains that would keep me as her prisoner, flutter like falling leaves to the hard marble tiles below.
?Do not do this because you are my servant,? she whispers. ?I have given you no orders.?
My mouth covers hers as my newly bared hands explore the silken heat against them. I cannot stop the groan of pleasure that rumbles in my throat. There truly is nothing between Integra and I at this moment.
But in the mean time *hugs to everyone*
Thanks so much for reading!
Love,
Stella
FORSAKEN
Chapter 2 ? No Orders
Her eyes fly open when my mouth clamps down on her neck. I hear the rush of air that was squeezed from her lungs and feel her palms pushing against my shoulders in her waking instant of alarm. My hand snakes upwards and rests against her forehead, but even then my Master?s mind and body are not soothed. Integra?s blood flows over my lips as her heart beats loud and frantic against my chest.
I tighten my hold on the woman beneath me and time seems to slow. She falls back against her pillows, hands dropping onto the cool material of the sheets. A word that sounded like my name is released into the room?s dark air, but I am near oblivion: Lost in the taste of her blood, the heat of her human body under my cold vampiric one, but most of all, I am lost in my moment of control. She is mine now, this one I have lusted after and hungered for in these ten years that could have summed up my whole eternity.
A decade should be nothing to me. In the past they have been little more than a turn of my head or a blink of my eye. Days and nights should run together in an indistinguishable stream until I stop and look up after some random instance forces me to take note of the date. But not these years with my Master. I remember her flawlessly, from the night she found me in that dungeon up until this very second. Perhaps I have marked the passage of our time so closely because for the first time in my long life, I was made to feel.
?Alucard.?
Integra?s fingers are weakly prying at the material of my coat. They pull at the sleeves and then move to the lapels over my suit. I don?t want to let her go. I do feel. I feel something beyond the icy immortal numbness, the numbness that not even a feast of blood can truly erase.
?Stop. Stop it. Alucard.?
I force myself to move away, though I take as long as I can to run my tongue over the wounds and stop the bleeding. I am slow to loosen my grasp on her body and tear myself apart from her warmth. As I sit up on the edge of the bed I can see the anger ignite in my Master?s blue eyes. Her hand shoots up to cover the stinging punctures and the other is poised to strike my cheek. I catch it in mine before it makes contact.
?What were you trying to do??
Her voice is a low hiss, still raspy and hoarse from sleep, but commanding all the same. I level my gaze directly to hers. I don?t like the distance between us so I lean in until my face almost touches her own.
?Following your orders, my Master.?
She stays still with the exception of her widening eyes and a sharp intake of breath. Her hand is still trapped in mine and I can sense the tensing of every muscle.
?You had no orders. When have I instructed you to stay here and drain me in my sleep??
?You were dreaming.?
?Don?t insult my intelligence.?
I smile. Sometimes it seems as though her bad temper was shaped for my amusement alone.
?Earlier. A nightmare.?
Her expression changes again. She pales and looks away. I can?t help but admire the picture she makes: her stately profile with gold light of early morning catching high cheekbones and weaving itself into her tousled platinum hair. The tangled strands fall over her exposed skin as if trying to protect her modesty. But my Master can hide nothing from me no matter how much she tries.
?I remember now,? she whispers. ?It stopped when? when I heard your voice.? I can sense her mind flipping through the images of dream she knew all too well. A shudder moves through her and she finally looks up again.
?I should say thank you, I suppose.?
?You have your duty and I have mine. There has never been a need for thanks.?
I raise her hand to my lips and plant a kiss on the palm. Her bare skin burns against mine before I release the limb back to its owner. It isn?t a mere sense of duty that keeps me by her side. There is no one but her who can hold me.
She tries to ignore the contact and squints passed me at the dim light peeking in through the gap in the curtains. I stay in the shadows, still near her on the bed. ?The sun is rising,? she says. ?It?s just as well I?m awake. It?s going to be a long day.?
Integra moves to get up, then seems to suddenly realize that I am watching her intently. She grabs the white sheet and pulls it tightly around her, averting her eyes from my wolfish expression. Why is she trying to hide again?
?You may retire now, Alucard.?
My stare is locked on the woman beside me. Sleep is the farthest thing from my mind. I shake my head and do my best to keep a stoic face, sliding towards her over the remaining covers. ?The day isn?t here yet, not completely. And the night?? I catch the sheet and pull it from her body. Her arms fly up to cover her chest as she inches backwards. Integra opens her mouth to protest and I catch it in a kiss. When I finally release her, the wide grin overtakes my features. ?The night and all things in it belong to me.?
I kiss her again, more deeply, as if I?m seeking to drink from her mouth. My hand encircles her wrists and guides her arms behind her head, pinning them to the pillow. I can still taste her blood in the kiss, a small amount returning from my lips to hers. It?s not enough. For so long I have waited to share my own blood with her. All it would take is a flick of my tongue against one of my pointed teeth and the simple motion of sliding it between her parted lips. But I cannot. Even if everything in her subconscious wills me to, even if her mind screams for it, I cannot until I hear the words. I will not.
I keep my hold on her and let my mouth travel over her jaw until I reach her ear. Her breath is coming out in loud gasps, so I speak the words slowly; allowing my voice to caress my Master?s already heightened senses.
?Will you let me take what is mine??
Her chest heaves against me, but she does not struggle to free herself. The vivid blue eyes gaze up at me as if their look alone should be the answer. She wants this. But the words do not come.
?I know, Master. Your thoughts betray you. Your dreams, your own mind.? I move farther down, smoothing a hand over her naked skin. I catch the scent of desire that is rising from the place between her legs. Human bodies. They, too, will always betray in the end.
?There is nothing stopping you. There is nothing now, between you and me.?
I shrug out of my coat and loosen my tie, all the while tempting my Master with an invisible touch. I will the unseen fingertips to trace gentle paths through her hair. At the same time, they glide from her fingertips to her shoulders and over her breasts, causing the sensitive flesh to pucker and tighten. They dance across her stomach and find their way to heat at the center of her body, tending the fire there until I am free of the last of my clothing.
Before I met my Master, I was nothing but a monster. I wanted to be nothing else. But I know I have been changed, at least in some small part, by Integra. Though she keeps me bound, she has truly freed me.
?Alucard.?
I discard my white shirt and her voice draws me back. It?s strained and airy, as if she is talking in her sleep. She mumbles something else that even I can?t hear, so I move in on top of her. Warmth radiates from the smaller form beneath me. It sets fire to my own cold skin and cuts through the chill that is etched in my very bones. My mouth finds the neck it has greatly missed in the last few minutes. I catch the scent of blood there, but it is not what I want right now. I want to taste the rest of my Master. I wish to know every inch of her, to devour her in ways no mortal man could hope to.
My glove-covered hands are drawn up the length of her spine and around to the softness of her breasts. I run my tongue over the salty flesh, lapping at one, and then the other, stopping to rest against the sound of her heart. I feel her moving under me. She calls my name again and I am forced to look up. I can see the flush in her cheeks and swollen fullness in her lips from being kissed.
She smiles. My Master looks at me and smiles as she takes my hands in hers and peels the glove off one, and then the other. That which is the focus of my power though Hellsing, but also the akin to the chains that would keep me as her prisoner, flutter like falling leaves to the hard marble tiles below.
?Do not do this because you are my servant,? she whispers. ?I have given you no orders.?
My mouth covers hers as my newly bared hands explore the silken heat against them. I cannot stop the groan of pleasure that rumbles in my throat. There truly is nothing between Integra and I at this moment.
Love what she did at the end, who would've thought 
*wails* A plot is not a bad thing but the lack of hot kinky sex is! *sniffs* Don't make me beg. I want my smut-fest and I want it now! *pouts*
No?