ericharker | Wicked Disaster [Eric x Alucard] NSFW

Wicked Disaster [Eric x Alucard] NSFW

Title: Wicked Disaster - NSFW
Characters: Alucard [Hellsing] and Eric Harker [OC]
Setting: Hellsing
Disclaimer: Don't own it... don't pretend to... just like playing in the world

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Blood. It consumed his senses. His eyelids fluttered open slowly. The echos of the dead and dying were all around him. Crimson streaks ran down his face, his still human heart raced. Something had hit him, or was it the floor? Pain racked his body as he forced himself up to a stand. Then there wa fire. Bright, warm, oddly welcoming, yet deadly. He was dying, and for the briefest of moments he considered letting the flames consume him...

No. That meant giving up.

He turned, coming around a corner of the partially collapsed house to run headlong into a tall ominous figure. As he met the gleaming orbs of the vampire, he just grinned. Vampire before him, flames at his back. Fate, it seemed, was not always kind.

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There he stood, bathed in the red of the fire and that of blood. Alucard, ever unforgiving and forever hungry. He does not flinch when Eric runs into him, one hand grabbing the human by the neck, perhaps to steady him, perhaps not. Yet Eric is not just any human, he knows the scent of that blood anywhere.

A Harker. The last one.

Fate is never kind and sometimes it has a perverse sense of human as well.

One hand shot up, curling around Alucard's wrist. His struggles were laughable at best, but then he leaned into it, his free hand moving into that heavy coat, searching... Of course this was Alucard, and he wasn't just going to be able to find the weapon of the no life king so easily. No. It was only the promise of a fight that may catch this ancient vampire's attention. That same resilient spirit that can't be snuffed out even when facing death.

Should his fingers actually curl around that sought out metal, he'd try to pull the weapon free of its confines, but it was far too heavy for most mortals to handle, let alone a wounded one. Yet with all his remaining strength he tried to lift the gun, his face turning red, the room spinning around him. Death held him, now should death want to keep him?

There was a hesitation. Was this a mocking repose? A sharp look was Alucard's reward even as the gun slipped from his fingers and his hand fell back to his side with blood dripping from his fingers. "No." He growled out before he swallowed hard even against the long slender fingers of the vampires hand.

Eric didn't want to die. He never did. Perhaps that's why the basically dead man was there, standing before death itself, looking him right in the eye with those crystalline blue orbs that were yet still full of life and defiance.

He stumbled a step back and then grabbed the first thing he could use as a weapon... a broken chunk of wood. It was his only hope, a possible salvation, or more likely his eternal damnation as he thrust the wood forward like a spear, aiming it for the No Life King's chest. That vampiric heart...

...and to whatever ends tomorrow brought.

His attack is halted so abruptly that his body continued forward. His body pressed against Alucard's even as his weapon was held away from him. A cold chill ran down his spine as the great vampire leaned down. There was no time to scream. A grotesque sound more akin to struggle left the man's throat as his free hand reached up, fingers curling into those raven locks. He tugged hard on Alucard's hair, but it wasn't to push away. The more pain racked his body, the harder he held on until finally weakness prevailed and his body fell limp into the vampire's embrace.

Once brilliant sapphire eyes were now mostly glazed behind half lidded eyes. Alucard's voice was like a distant memory, beckoning him to return. He couldn't move. Was he alive? His gaze was focused on Alucard as he struggled, strained, and made every small twitch he could accomplish count. Yes. This was his choice. It was always his choice.

He wanted nothing more than simply to be able to speak the words "I don't want to die", but he didn't have to. Those blue eyes spoke volumes in his silence... and finally that hand that had fallen from Alucard's hair made its way to that long coat. His fingers barely curled into the fabric with just enough strength that the No Life King would be aware his coat had been touched.

Eric was true to his surname. He was a fighter.

Blood was like heated sweet juice over his lips. Finally they parted, the crimson liquid rolling down his throat. Each drop that invaded his mouth was like an invasion of his soul. His body spasmed as it started to take over, burning through him, rewriting what he was. Lightning flashed behind his eyes.

His eyes closed as his last breath escaped through his nose, and then that hand on the coat reached up to grip Alucard's wrist. The grip of a fledgling desperate for more. When his lips met flesh he sucked at the blood with a greedy thirst. Was Alucard truly prepared for the consequences of harnessing a Harker in such a way? He had lost one once to fate and time. Now he held another under his control.

When those icy eyes opened again they gleamed brightly. Yet his heart did not beat. His lungs no longer needed air.

Consequences. There are always consequences. His face was stained red, both from his own blood and Alucard's blood that painted his lips. His dark hair was matted from sweat and blood, a few rogue strands sticking in his face.

The kiss was unexpected, his eyes widening in the sheer ferocity that simply felt right. Perhaps it was the ghost of his bloodline that controlled his actions as he pressed back into the kiss. His arms curled around Alucard's shoulders, and when the kiss was broke, he couldn't help but to laugh weakly. Was this the only reason the vampire had kept him around? That roguish grin touched his visage as he looked back up into that deadly gaze. Once more a hand snaked up into the vampire's hair.

Behind them the fires still burned. "Do you intend to burn us both?" His rough voice barely got out. He had a lot to learn about being a vampire, but that could all wait. To dare fate, he tugged once more on Alucard's hair.

Standing on his own, he did not recoil from Alucard's embrace, but the fire was getting uncomfortable. "I do not intend to burn." Letting go of the other man's hair, he pushed his hands against Alucard's chest in an attempt to push the vampire back away from the fire.

Around them, it was an eery silence surrounded by the snapping and cracking of wood that was on fire around them. His fingers curled in the fabric of Alucard's coat. He seemed to not be interested in making an enemy out of the man who saved his... well... life. If you could call it that.

No, he wanted Alucard outside. Devious intentions gleamed in those dangerous eyes. When he grinned, his new fangs were visible. "Why did you save me?"

Eric pauses. He piques a brow at how abrupt the vampire turns and walks away from him as though simply expecting him to follow. He does follow, moving to stand beside Alucard once they are outside. The cold wind tousles over them. Alucard was dressed so nicely. Eric's clothing was all tattered, torn, ruined.

Old and new. They were opposites in so many ways. He didn't so much as say a word as he reached up. His fingers caught the bottom of the ribbon tied around Alucard's neck and unless he was stopped, he would pull, drawing it away from its owner.

If he got the ribbon, he'd wrap it around one hand. That smirk was on his visage. This was a chess game, and now it was Alucard's move.

The young vampire seized Alucard's arms, just above his wrists, his head thrown back in abandon. Perhaps he owed the elder vampire this, and so much more. He lived because of this man, and yet their roads couldn't be more crossed at this time. A sharp breath escaped his lips as cool chills rolled down his spine. He could never have imagined his first time like this. No, he always imagined some awkward bedroom scene with a beautiful but ultimately mocking woman in his embrace. This couldn't be more perfect, to be in the powerful arms of another vampire. THE vampire.

Eric pressed up against him, his own body recklessly not even trying to hide the lust that pandered through him. "How fair is this..." He barely whispered out. "You have me at such a disadvantage." He chided before a lengthy moan escaped his lips.

He finally let go of Alucard's arms and then reached up for that coat. If the No Life King would not shed his garments, then Eric would shred them. It seemed that he was readily adapting to his new life... but what role would he play other than plaything for an amorous vampire?

His efforts would not be without reward. One way or another, Alucard would end up as naked as he.

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