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]

Most people would not, but the Harker's had never been regular humans. They had always been special in their own way. From Mina, down the bloodline. They always seemed to tempt fate, some more than others. As the shadow coiled around his wrist, he looked down at it as he lifted his hand up. A pique of a brow as he turned his head to glance up at Alucard. He was entralled by those brilliant fiery eyes. It was wrong, he knew. He should've run, he should've died. Behind them, the last remnants of his history was destroyed. Had Alucard not come, he would have faced a fate worse than death... but Alucard had come, and Eric had fought.

The house was quiet. Eric sat alone in the living room. A radio was playing. Only a lamp was on, the room mostly illuminated by the fireplace that warmed his house. He turned his head as a set of headlights pulled into his driveway. Odd. He closed his book when he saw two figures step out of the vehicle. Weird. He wasn't expecting company, especially not this late.

Rising to his feet, he went to the door and opened it to see who was coming to pay him a visit. It was his first mistake. He found himself slammed back against the wall, a hand around his throat. He reached for anything he could use a a weapon... the fire poker. It spread ashes when he ripped it out of the fireplace and stabbed it through his attackers eye. The scream he heard was anything but human.

In that moment of freedom he scrambled away from one attacker as the fires started. "Get that brat!" The one vampire screamed as he pulled the poker out of his face. Blood ran down the man's face out of the wound. His shoulders were trembling, and a raw bloodlust was consuming him.

The second vampire was hot on the heels of the mortal. Like a game of cat and mouse they toremented the human, laughing every time he fell. The flames around them grew brighter, but it was no use. Then the sirens came. Fire Engines, an Ambulance, and Law Enforcement. They never stood a chance.

Screams. Horrified and pained screams. It was a sound Eric would never forget as he ran towards the stairs. He had weapons, but they were all upstairs. The smoke was so heavy in the house, that getting there seemed impossible. Yet it was not for the smoke that he was stopped. The second vampire grabbed him, bringing him back to him. "You will pay for that..." The mission was to bring him back alive, but the human kept fighting. Eric was resourceful, and the house WAS on fire. He grabbed a burning blanket and shoved it into the vampire's face. There was an angry roar, and then Eric found himself slammed into the wall, over and over.

When the attack stopped he wasn't sure. All that he knew was that there were more screams. Blood matted his hair, ran from his nose, his lips. His entire body ached with pain he hadn't felt in quite a while. This was where fate was taking him down a different road. One he could have never imagined.

Their game would require a pause. Soldiers moved in. A cleanup crew of sorts. Eric watched all of them. The game came to a pause with a promise of continuing as Eric boldly lifted his hand up and shifted the ribbon to wrap over that shadow. The ribbon now more of a decoration on his lower arm. The action was subtle and most people would overlook it, but it was a statement. He couldn't trap the shadow, but the symbolism was there.

Then a tall woman came strolling up to them. She did not look happy. Her icy eyes were sizing up Alucard and then Eric. This woman was unnerving. She lifted a slender hand up to her cigar and exhaled the smoke slowly. "You and I will discuss this later Alucard." Her voice held a course of steel over it, but she wasn't executing Alucard's youngest protoge'. "Return home." A simple command, one that was expected to be followed.

She walked away, and Eric swallowed hard. The sudden realization that he was surrounded by Hellsing troops didn't go unnoticed. A Harker back among Hellsing. He turned his still sapphire eyes up towards the vampire. Their relationship defied explanation. Eric was Mina's great great grandson.


With their game at a pause, Eric returned to the Hellsing Manor with the great vampire. Upon arrival, a man dressed in a black suit with a monocle saw to getting Eric a place to rest in the catacombs with the other two vampires. While Alucard tended to the meeting of the his Master, Eric sat on the edge of a bed and just looked around.

Integra sat in her office, lightning up a cigar with that regal demeanor. "So Alucard, care to explain what is going on? I thought you were through bringing home strays." She wasn't pleased, but neither was she angry. Her mood will depend on what answer the vampire baits her with. She took a puff of her cigar, then exhaled as her brilliant sapphire eyes watched the No Life King.

[thenolifeking]

At Hellsing Alucard watched his Master and as always there was the clash of wills between them electrifying the air in her office. Some might think these moments defined their relationship - they would be wrong. He was the gun in her hand, the sword resting at her side. Though that was hardly all. After all their relationship had begun with the blood of Hellsing - hers and her uncles. Beneath his grin Alucard smiled as he watched her, his glorious Master.

"He is a Harker. Probably the last." Integra's brows shot up into her hairline.

"And what do you mean to do with him?" She questioned, curious and wary at the same time. Harker's crossed with Alucard never ended well - for him. Perhaps Integra worried about her vampire.

"He'll live or die by your orders, My Master. Nothing has changed." It was what Alucard truly believed. Yes he'd saved Eric, turned him, but none of that changed the No Life King's place in the world. Integra frowned, but it was not out of anger.

"See to him." Be careful was what she really meant. With a bow, Alucard returned to the sub levels, to his newest charge waiting in a new room for the beginnings of a new life.

[ericharker]

When Walter left him to his own devices, the silence was overwhelming. He got up, walking over to the long mirror and looked at his reflection. Reaching up, he moved his collar to reveal the fang marks that Alucard had left behind. They were faded now, his body adjusting to no longer being part of the living. What should he expect? What could he expect? He was in the lions den. A Harker in the halls of Hellsing.

Walter had bade promise of a clean pair of clothes. So he started to strip off the burnt and torn remnants of his clothing. The butler had left a warm large bowl of water and a couple towels. Soap also sat beside it. Well, he may be dead, but no reason why he had to be dirty. Finally he took off the ribbon from around his wrist and got washed. The water felt good against his flesh. It wasn't running water so it wouldn't drain his energy away.

He was bowed over, rinsing out his hair when Alucard came downstairs. When he stood back up, he flipped his hair back and ran his fingers through his hair to brush it back from his face. He let out an unnecessary breath, more of a content sigh.

[thenolifeking]

"I see that Walter has seen to getting you settled in." The vampire, tall and always so damn sure of himself. Alucard grin beneath the hat and the glasses upon his face.

"And you seem to be enjoying yourself."

[ericharker]

Too bad the young Harker was dead, otherwise his face might have been a lovely shade of crimson as his breath caught in his throat. He hadn't heard Alucard come in, so he stood straight like an arrow and turned to greet the person who had caught him in ... nothing but his birthday suit.

Slowly he moved behind a chair,his hands resting on the top of it. "I was dirty, I needed a bath..." He managed to stammer out.

His gaze shifted to the ribbon that was laying in a loose coil on the table. Challenges and unspoken promise lay within its depths. When he finally pulled his gaze away from the table, he looked back up at the vampire. Was it simply the fear of death that had driven his decision or something more?

"Come down to start the lessons already?" That roguish cocky tone was back, now that the surprise had worn off from Alucard being in the room.

[thenolifeking]

The advantage to being long lived and as close to immortal as one could get was the total lack of inhibition one acquires. Yes the vampire had nearly impeccable manners, but he chose the time and place for those. Finding Eric naked didn't even cause him to bat an eye lash, but the blush did widen his grin a touch.

"And now your clean and wondering just what will happen next." Alucard half leaned against a wall, watching the younger vampire through the yellow lenses.

[ericharker]

A few stray hairs ventured to fall back down in eric's face. They refused to stay back no matter how many times he brushed them back, so finally he relented to that part of his hair hanging in his face. "A mild curiosity you could say."

He crossed his arms, leaning on the back of the chair as he piqued a brow, canting his head slightly. "So what is going to happen to me now? This place looks akin to a fortress, not a home. Those soldiers didn't seem real friendly sorts either. Plus I'm ...a vampire right?" He straightened up, a hand on his chest. "No heartbeat... that wasnt a dream." Oh the nervous rambling of someone who was so out of their element that they really didn't know what to do... yet he was putting up a brave front. At least he hadn't shrieked like Seras.

[thenolifeking]

"This is the Hellsing Organization. We hunt and destroy any supernatural threat to country and crown at the behest of my Master, Sir Integra Hellsing. Where you fit in that will be between you and her." Alucard crossed the space between them, standing over the younger man with a slight grin.

"And yes, you are now a vampire. A creature consigned to darkness, forever to walk the night."

[ericharker]

"Well... as long as that space doesn't involve me getting stuffed out of existence, I'm sure we can come to... some sort... of... agreement..." He looked up at Alucard as the man leered over him. The talk of being a vampire didn't really disturb him all that greatly, but he found that he couldn't pull his gaze away from the elder vampire before him.

All at once it were as though they were back in that house. Before he realized it, he reached up and grabbed the lapels of Alucard's coat. Was this a trick being played on his mind by the great vampire? If it was did he really want it to stop?

His nudity went forgotten as the space between them became non existent. "You make it sound like it's such a horrible thing..." Eric had no reason to hold onto the light. Alone. Homeless. A thief with no real connections and barely surviving with the onset of a cold England winter. In taking his life, Alucard had given him a new one.

[thenolifeking]

An immovable force, a natural catastrophe, Alucard had been called these things and so many more (monster, devil, demon). When Eric snagged his coat he remained as still as before save for pulling the glasses from his eyes. One couldn't call his look soft, but the bloodthirst of the battle no longer gleamed within them.

"It is what you make of it, Eric Harker." For some it was hell on earth. Gloved hands reached up; one pressed against Eric's no longer beating heart while the other slid around his throat. "And there is much you need to learn." The pull of this one called to him. Was it solely the legacy of Mina? Alucard doubted it. At least it was not entirely the case. None of those thoughts prevent him from stealing another kiss, from dragging Eric closer to him.

[ericharker]

One hand moved from the lapel of his coat, slender fingers curling over the vampires long gloved hand over his heart. The other moved to curl around Alucard's side when he was pulled in for another kiss. It seemed fate, if not destiny was leading them. Was he only a shadow of Mina's legacy? Her last heir. The Final Harker. A man who should've never survived so many of the circumstances thrust his way. Yet when death came to claim him, it would have to get in line to wait for the great vampire to stake his claim.

Everything about this moment felt like it had always been. An invisible pull between the two of them, fated to cross paths. Was this why Eric had survived all those hardships? To become a pawn in the vampires chess game?

He pressed into the kiss harder, becoming acutely aware of the fact he could feel his own fangs behind his lips. He remembered the taste of blood, and realized he could smell Alucard's scent.

A hand strayed away from Alucard's hand, moving to deftly unbutton the front of the vampires shirt before he slid his hands under both the shirt and coat to smooth them over the other man's shoulders. If he could convince Alucard to move his hands, he could brush the fabric off of his shoulders and down his arms... all while never breaking the kiss.

[thenolifeking]

Even for Death, Alucard did not move. Let it come and let it take him – if it could. He cared little anymore. The battle, the fight. Those were the things that moved him now. Or at least had been the only things to move him. Now though he wasn’t as certain. Not when Eric met his kiss blow for blow, accepted the violence that always lingered in Alucard’s unbeating heart.

After a moment, he did let them fall even if such mundane methods of undressing were not a part of him anymore. How mattered little right now if it ever would. Mouth engaged, his fangs raked across the tender flesh of Eric’s lips because for him – the No Life King – there would never be anything gentle in his kiss.

Hands curling over Eric’s hips, he pulled the younger vampire towards him and now the past was forgotten. Harker or not, echo through time or mere coincidence, this one was the one with him now. The moment all that mattered.

[ericharker]

Alucard hadn't found the young man living the life of a comfortable member of the town, or even of society. No, those abandoned ruins, and the condition of his clothing and body would lead anyone to realize that this young Harker was travelling down one bumpy road to the next.

For Eric, the violence that Alucard had shown him was mild at best. The vampire that had crashed him into the wall over and over was at the ghost chili status. Yup. Alucard was rocking the level of bell pepper at the moment.

He didn't know where this would lead. He didn't care. He had a home. He was accepted.... and something deep within told him this was right. Perhaps it was long lost stories that he only could remember in his most horrid of nightmares.

The coat and shirt fell away, pooling behind the No Life King. Eric's hands spread out over that smooth chest that held a heart that hadnt beat in nearly 500 years. A Harker in Hellsing... fitting. Fate for Alucard had finally run full circle.

[thenolifeking]

Fate. He never believed in it. Fate as far as he was concerned was an excuse for those too afraid to grab and steer their own lives, yet he could admit that finding the last Harker, the last of Mina, was outside the normal realm of what should happen. However those thoughts are on the periphery at best; considerations of which he held little care.

No there was no beat of a heart underneath Eric's hand, just smooth skin that was barely lukewarm. Incongruous with the fiery look in the vampire's eyes. His body might be held somewhere between alive and dead, the rest of him was not.

His mouth tore away from that of the newly formed vampire and Alucard's mouth latched onto his throat. For now it's just the press of his fangs against kiss and the hotter lash of tongue against skin. Strong hands frame Eric's hips in a hard grip. Strong hands fit the younger vampire against him without question.