Those who are Hunted
Disclaimer: Castlevania belongs to Konami
not me. I am making £0.00 out of this fic, it is written purely because I have
a burning need to create. Although I would like to own Alucard . . . then he’d
be mine.
Warning: this fic contains YAOI (GuyXGuy), blood play and a lemon,
if this offends or upsets you do not read this, it’s that simple.
Rating: R-NC17
Pairing: Richter/Alucard
Authoress note: I have changed aspects. I am
aware Alucard’s eyes are a soft grey-ish colour, I was however inspired to
change this.
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Chapter Four
The Inn Richter checked into was not one in the village, this Inn was on
the road just outside the village, Richter was thankful for that as the people
here did not know him by sight, they would most likely know his name should he
tell them but he did not want to attract unneeded attention.
His room was quiet unembellished but he really didn’t mind. He simply
removed his clothing and curled up under the blankets and tried to sort out his
thoughts. He felt guilt for Annett but he only found himself feeling guilt only
for her sadness, surprisingly enough he wasn’t heartbroken about the fact she
was leaving.
He put this down to the fact that Annett was right they had been growing
apart now, for the several months he had been home with her the two of them had
spoken less and less, they seemed polite enough to each other and unpleasant
words had not really been said but there had been a silence between them that
had not been there before.
Not to mention the introduction of Alucard, Richter hadn’t been able to
stop thinking of the pail blonde since he left, his dreams had become a form of
paradise where he had allowed himself to wallow in the blonde’s touch. He had
already admitted to himself that he did indeed feel lust for the son of Dracula
but he knew deep down that lust was not all he felt.
Surely if it had been lust alone, he would not have risked his life
trying to find the blonde, or have risked his life helping the blonde when the
ogre entered the village. Yesterday when he saw the blonde fall from the roof
and had lifted his shattered body, wondering if the blonde would live he had
felt like his heart was being ripped out. No this was more than lust. A lot
more.
So if it was more than lust what was it? He had referred to Alucard as
his soul mate . . . but that had been in a dream, however the endearment rolled
off his tongue so neatly and had felt so right, just the thought of the dunpeal
returning the endearment made Richter shudder.
The though paralyzed Richter, he was more frightened by that one thought
than he had ever been going up against the lord of darkness himself. A crystal
clear reality was growing up around him.
He’d
fallen in love.
What was he going to do about it? Just thinking like that made him
shudder with guilt, his wife had only just left him, this was wicked, he should
grieve at least for a while. But why grieve when he wasn’t in all honesty that
sad. Maybe if he went to talk with the dunpeal, he was injured badly this
afternoon so just checking on him wouldn’t be a bad thing would it.
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The forest was silent. Richter nodded to himself that was probably why
it was called the silent forest, but he knew other wise it was called the silent
forest because all who ventured here fell silent. The eternal silence that only
death can bring.
He didn’t know exactly what he was going to do, he could hardly just
walk up to the beautiful blonde immortal and shout out the fact he thought he
loved him. He needed to check on the immortal after yesterday’s battle and if
anything happened then so be it. Heaven’s above he didn’t even know if Alucard
returned his feelings, he’d seen the look he’d given Maria yesterday.
He found human prints in the still wet mud and smiled, Alucard, but his
smile fell quickly, blood drops followed the dunpeal’s foot prints. This was
very bad, not only was the dunpeal still wounded and bleeding when he left the
Fear swept through him and he started running. He bolted forwards
following the trail made by the blonde, all of these prints were human, the
blonde hadn’t changed to his usual wolf form, was he to hurt? Richter ran
faster feeling the wounds on his torso reopen sharply, his thigh wound that had
already reopened in yesterday’s battle now throbbed sharply with the others.
But he still ran.
He stopped running when he realized the tracks were not leading to the
cave he had found before, Alucard had gone some where else, but thankfully he
noticed that there was no more blood on the ground, the blonde had healed. For
that he breathed a sigh of relief causing him to wince against the pain in his
torso.
He started waking again, no longer quiet as worried as he had been a
moment ago but still concerned, the pain becoming a throbbing sensation. The
tracks went on deeper into the forest deeper than the cave had been, Richter
hoped it was true that the blonde did know these woods well, he remembered
Maria telling him something that the castle Liberian had mentioned to her, that
Alucard despite being the lord’s son had not
spent his early years in the castle, up until the age of about seven Alucard
had lived with his mother in the forest in a cottage, only visiting the castle,
until his mother had been murdered at the village.
The pain was becoming a constant throb now in time with his heartbeat.
The warm trickles of blood running down his torso were beginning to congeal
slightly, then he spotted it, a cottage and the tracks lead right to it. So
Alucard had not been sleeping on a dirt floor, this small revelation caused
Richter to smile slightly. The windows were dark but he wasn’t surprised,
middle of the day Alucard would want it dark . . . wouldn’t he?
A rumbling growl made him spin around spotting a troll, ‘at least it’s not an ogre’ he thought,
he contemplated fighting it but voted against it in favor of running for the cottage.
He turned back and sprinted hearing the heavy footfalls behind him. With a
fiery burst of energy Richter dove for the cottage and fell through the door,
slamming it and barring it with the thick iron bar Alucard handily kept beside
the door, obviously for that reason.
Catching his breath Richter scanned what he could of the dark cottage, it
was only one room, a small hearth in one wall, a table and some shelves, on
which rested broken pottery. A small stray beam of light filtered through
makeshift curtains onto a pile of cloth in the far corner, it took Richter a moment
to recognize it as a bed. The pile of blankets jerked upright and twisted,
fighting with itself for a few moments before a blonde head appeared, gazing
with bleary silver eyes, his mouth was open ever so slightly and his hair was
tangled.
Richter had never seen something so heart wrenchingly beautiful in his
life, his whole body ached and he found himself trying to form words while the
slightly confused Dunpeal looked around the room. Finally Alucard made a
disgruntled sound and flopped bonlessly back into the blankets, rolling onto
his side once more, making a relaxed sound; he lay there for but a second
before jerking back upright
“Mortal?” the deep baritone was slightly muffled from sleep
“Alucard” Richter swallowed loudly as the Dunpeal tried to untangle
himself from the blankets, normally he would have sniggered at the
uncharacteristic display of clumsiness but not now, he had enough trouble
breathing. Alucard finally managed to free himself from the blankets and stood.
Richter’s heart skipped a beat as it donned on him Alucard was standing a
little bit away from him clad in black leather pants alone.
“Why are you here at this impious hour mortal” Alucard mumbled rubbing
an eye before audibly sniffing the air
“I came to . . .” Richter began but stopped as he noted the expression
with which he was being stared at.
Alucard had frozen completely and was staring at him, mouth partly open,
his fangs were slightly visible. It was the same look he had given Maria yesterday.
Relief and panic stole over Richter at the same moment, Relief for the look did
not mean love, Alucard was not besotted with Maria, and Panic for it was the
same look Dracula had given every living creature in his life. Hunger.
Alucard seemed to come back to life and took a few deep breaths before mumbling
“you’re hurt”
“It’s not too bad” Richter lied trying to shrug but winced instead a
blonde eyebrow was raised at him in a smug oh-yeah fashion
“Then why wince” Alucard asked as he went over to a table, he returned
moments later with a bowl of water and a cloth. “Sit” Richter was commanded and
he obeyed, sitting on the rumpled bed smiling stupidly as Alucard began to casually tug
at the remaining buttons on his shirt, Richter shuddered as nimble fingers
occasionally brushed tanned skin. Butterflies started performing a complex
circus feint in his stomach.
“I doubt this can be mended” Alucard said tonelessly remarking
about the torn shirt
“I will probably just throw it away” Richter nodded and gasped and
delicate black claws cut through the thin fabric instead of bothering with any
more buttons, the torn remains of the shirt fell away exposing
Richter’s bare injured chest and stomach to the air.
Richter frowned as he noticed clawed porcelain hands were trembling.
“I came to see if you were alright” Richter smiled a little despite the
pain flaring through his form “you got pretty walloped yesterday”
“walloped?” Alucard asked his voice quiet
“hurt” Richter explained
“no I was fine” Alucard lied reaching for Richter’s shirt, he tore a
strip of cloth from it and began to wrap it around Richter’s arm, for a moment
under the pressure, the wound bled a little faster, blood covered the strip and
ran onto pale hands.
Richter turned to confront the Dunpeal, he was most certainly not fine
yesterday, he had fled the scene like a frightened rabbit, although Richter
couldn’t really blame him for that, he gritted his teeth at the ungratefulness
of man kind, none saw Alucard as the creature that had saved them, he was just a
vampire, a threat.
As he turned he saw Alucard licking the blood from his hand, slowly
without thinking, while his other hand was busied in the bowl. Alucard felt him
staring and turned to look at him, he noticed the expression which Richter was
aiming at him, and suddenly realized why. He jerked his hand away from his
mouth and glared at the ground, ashamed.
He lifted the wet rag and started on another wound, Richter unwillingly
tensed
“I am sorry if I frightened you” Alucard muttered shame in his voice
“No, it’s your hands, they’re freezing” Richter smiled a little as he
watched Alucard draw back away from him, he’d never seen this Alucard before
the small frightened creature battling it out with his own instincts and
desires, it reminded Richter of himself and his smile widened into a devious grin.
He knew how much trouble he was having controlling himself, and even if
Alucard didn’t feel the same as him, at least this would be a way to have
Alucard without physically having him in the way he wanted.
He reached up and ran a bloody thumb across Alucard’s bottom lip, wide
blue eyes looked up at him shocked and a little frightened, his eyes changed
slowly, swirling around becoming amber and darkening to a red hue. Watching
Richter, the blonde sucked his bottom lip into his mouth cleaning it.
“you are a strange vampire hunter indeed” Alucard breathed “its almost
as if you want me to kill you”
“I trust you” Richter whispered
Alucard’s eyes widened again, his eyes still red, eyeing Richter
carefully from behind blonde lashes, slowly he raised his arms to Richter’s
shoulders and in a grip like steel that had been wrapped in silk, strong but
surprisingly gentle he pushed Richter down until he lay with Alucard kneeling
over him. He lowered
his head almost carefully eyes never leaving the vampire hunter beneath him,
his tongue sliding calmly from between his teeth and glided along the smooth
tanned skin of Richter’s abdomen until it encountered rough
scales that tasted of life.
He licked them once and they glistened appetizingly, he smiled a
little before he lapped at the meagre scraps, making a small sound as his
breath snagged in his throat, his movement sped slightly as did his breath,
determined to remove the congealing blood. When warm fresh blood bubbled from
the wound Alucard seemed to melt, Richter visibly noticed his muscles loosen;
his frantic tongue strokes slowed and became long lapping, cat like strokes.
Alucard groaned quietly.
Richter nearly moaned, having the object of his fantasies here with
his mouth on his flesh, just watching the pale dunpeal lap at his flesh it sent
burning jolts straight to his groin. Alucard paused a moment looking up at
Richter’s face as Richter blushed at the reaction he was having from the
dunpeal’s attention, the dunpeal inhaled sharply and slowly a self-satisfied
smirk spread over the his face, before he lowered his head again. He knew what
effect his attention was having on the dark haired hunter.
A strange sensation started almost as if Richter had pins and needles
on that small portion of his flesh, the small tingling sensation intensified slowly
until Richter gasped sucking in air.
The strange sensation intensified in a short blast and Richter bit
his lip to stop any sound that may jolt his beautiful dunpeal into stopping, it
suddenly felt like his skin was becoming tight, stretching. He heard Alucard growl
angrily in disappointment as the wound closed, Richter shuddered as he felt
something primal and completely carnal twist and lash like a giant whip inside
of him at the sound.
Alucard moved to another wound on Richter’s abdomen and repeated
the treatment, Richter was twitching now and struggling to stay silent, as the
wound closed the dunpeal let out a louder and more frustrated growl. Alucard
lifted his head and Richter noted his eyes had changed once again, the pupil,
iris and the whites of Alucard’s eyes had been swallowed completely by a dark
red glow.
The third wound crossed Richter’s left nipple, he saw Alucard
looking at it and groaned in anticipation, Alucard closed his mouth over it as
Richter’s chest heaved, Richter shuddered again as he felt the tips of delicate
fangs trace his skin, then sink in sharply, deep into the open wound.
“AAAHHHH!!” Richter cried out as Alucard sucked greedily, the
sensations to complex to be just pain or pleasure, he cried out again louder
feeling as if his heart would explode and Alucard jerked up.
Richter struggled into a sitting position and sat gasping next to
the dunpeal who was still trembling. Richter
looked down at his torso the wounds Alucard had ‘fed’ from had totally healed, he
blinked at this a few times then remembered, vampiric saliva had a strong
healing property that was why ‘bite marks’ were rarely found.
Richter looked up, finding himself inches away from his Dunpeal,
he peered at Alucard and could see the remaining traces of bloodlust and longing in
his eyes, Richter’s mouth widened once more into a devious grin and then his
mouth hungrily covered Alucard’s, in a intense devouring kiss.
Alucard
whimpered as Richter wrapped his arms around the dunpeal’s shoulders reaching
up to place a hand on the back of Alucard’s head, holding him in place. Alucard’s
mouth was malleable and supple, almost like a
woman’s, yet Richter could feel the hardness of teeth behind Alucard’s lips
and it made him shudder, the sweet tang of blood remained. Richter almost
purred as Alucard started to respond, pressing himself hard against Richter, he
began to aggressively devour Richter’s mouth in return.
Richter groaned into Alucard’s mouth as Alucard sucked on his
bottom lip, nipping it lightly, fangs grazing skin but not breaking it, he
pulled away slightly to lap gently before closing his mouth over Richter’s
again sliding his tongue inside Richter’s mouth.
Richter twined his tongue with Alucard’s before pushing it back,
sliding his own into Alucard, trying to re-exert some dominance, he felt his
dunpeal smile against him obviously understanding Richter’s want of control and
easily complying leaning back pulling Richter above him.
Richter pulled back from the kiss and made a sharp sound as he
literally fell onto his dunpeal, shocked at the sudden contact and the pulsing
jolts it was sending through him. He smirked before leaning down to continue
the assault.
Deeper and deeper the kiss grew both acting as if they wished to
consume each other. Richter’s hands moved on their own, tangling in that superb
blonde mane of hair, hair he’d been yearning to touch since they had met.
It fell like satin among his fingers. He pulled back to look at the
fair creature under him, biting down hard on his bottom lip, making sure he
wasn’t about to wake up in bed next to his wife with a burning ache between his
legs.
Alucard’s eyes slowly opened wondering why the hunter above him
had stopped; Richter smirked before lowering his head back down brushing his
mouth across the blonde’s nose, smirking wider at the tiny sound that came
forth. He unhurriedly moved down over the blonde’s mouth and followed the line
of his jaw round until he was placing open mouth kisses on the blonde’s throat.
A sound akin to a whimper came from the dunpeal as Richter nipped
and licked the skin of his throat and collarbone. Before moving lower and
capturing one of the blonde’s nipples between his lips and sucking hard on it,
the blonde went completely rigid.
"oh god!" the dunpeal
cried out, Richter smiled against the blonde and brought teeth down, just
nibbling at first, then harder, causing the blonde to twitch involuntarily at
first then thrash as he bit harder, the blonde arched his back lifting both of
them upwards as he yelped and clawed at the hunter above him.
Richter let out a deep reverberating groan, it had never been like
this before, no woman had ever been like this, never this perfect mixture of
aggressive and passive.
Eventually Richter pulled away breathing heavily, he grinned and collapsed
completely onto the blonde causing them both to fall back onto the bed, Alucard
heaving under him. Richter looked up noting the blonde was bleeding slightly
where he had bitten him; he also noted his back felt like it had been attacked
with a cheese grater. He was about to rise up and start all over again when he
heard the dunpeal whisper a quiet
“Forgive me” Richter paused and rolled off his dunpeal sitting up,
looking down at the blonde who would not meet his gaze. “You trusted me and I .
. . abused that trust” Richter felt his heart wrench at the blonde’s
expression, the dunpeal truly thought he couldn’t have wanted that!
“Don’t be foolish” Richter reached down to cup the dunpeal’s cheek
“It is not foolish” the dunpeal snapped harshly “I could have
killed you, then on top of that I . . .”
“You did nothing Alucard, I kissed you. I wanted to” Richter moved
his thumb to trail the dunpeal’s mouth
Alucard closed his now grey eyes in what seemed to be despair
before whispering to himself “is the darkness so strong even the hunters can
not resist a taste”
“a taste of what” Richter asked
“a taste of darkness mortal, you do not truly want or disserve a
daemon such as I but you are drawn in by the darkness that emanates from us and
seduces you from the light” Alucard expression if possible became even worse,
the guilt he felt making itself clear in his features
“I do not wish for a taste of this darkness you think you have, I
just want Alucard, you”
Richter tried to explain, Alucard opened his mouth again to
protest when the hunter interrupted frustration taking over
“Is it so hard for you to believe someone could love you, are you
so closed off that the idea of affection from a human is repulsive to you, in
your solitude is that all that matters, do you so wish to be alone. Are you
that selfish!!”
Alucard had sat up during Richter’s outburst and was now blinking
blindly at the human
“You are a very strange vampire hunter” Alucard pulled his legs
closer to himself “but then so was your ancestor, I wonder if your strangeness
is your strength”
“Trevor, you’re talking of Trevor?” Richter asked
“Indeed I am” Alucard managed a small attempt at a smile “he was
strange as well, you are like him in many ways”
“He tried to jump your bones to huh?” Richter said meaning it as a
joke Alucard actually blushed a little “I didn’t know you could blush, that I
could make you blush”
“You’d be surprised mortal” Alucard whispered dipping his head to
hide his face Richter
reached forwards to move the ivory hair
“don’t
hide yourself behind your hair” he muttered not expecting the reaction he got,
he half expected to be slapped away or shouted at but he did not expect the
dunpeal to laugh at him.
“You
sound like my mother” Alucard smiled widely for the first time in many years
and even managed to laugh a little
“God
I love you when you do that” Richter said without thinking, Alucard’s
expression became shocked
“What
did you say mortal”
“I . . . love you” Richter said slowly Alucard looked shell
shocked.
“But you have to stop calling me mortal or human; I have a name”
Richter smiled nervously “it’s not like I call you vampire of half blood”
Alucard was quiet for a little while looking down before he
replied
“Very well Richter but you must use my name to” Alucard nodded
“Alucard?” Richter asked
“You truly believe my parents would name me Alucard? How cruel do
you believe they were” he shook his head “no my name is not ‘Alucard’ I was
born
Richter smiled wide, any wider and he felt his cheeks would split
“Very well
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