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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[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.