Wicked Disaster [Eric x Alucard] NSFW

[ericharker]

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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[ericharker]

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.

[thenolifeking]

It isn't the only reason. Not even close and still he wonders if it is indeed the past that beckons him so. He does not think it such if only because he isn't given to such weaknesses. Yet he cannot deny the similarities either - the draw of what had once been his before Abraham had taken it from him and so much more.

"There is no such thing as immortality." He says by way of an answer. The tug on his hair meets with a smirk and no movement at all. Yet his eyes remains just as focused.

"And now what will you do?" Move forward or go back? Cower or stand tall? Move with him, or against him? All interesting questions and with equally interesting answers.