Naming Souls

Sequel to 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 Adrian . . . then he’d be mine.

Warning: this fic contains YAOI (GuyXGuy), Bloodplay and a lemon; if this offends or upsets you do not read this, it that simple.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Richter/Adrian, Adrian/Richter

Setting: post Castlevania symphony of the night

Dedications: this is dedicated to all Castlevania fans, there could never be to many.

Summery: The trials that must be endured while Adrian tries to adapt to what he has always wanted, a normal life.

Authoress note: Those who are hunted was probably the first long-ish fic I ever wrote; I have written this to commemorate that fact. For those who asked please forgive me that this has taken so long to come out.

Italics mean either flashbacks or thoughts

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Chapter five

After a time Adrian had collapsed, his injuries to grave for him to heal without rest, and Richter had lifted him, the hillside was to steep for him to climb carrying the immortal so he would have to go around which would take much longer and made Maria’s cottage closer than the Belmont house so that was where Richter was heading. Lifting the head of the griffin which was still in one piece he swallowed tasting bile in his mouth. Adrian had never really seemed the monster to him before, always the innocent victim, the one that was incorruptible but after tonight that had changed. Richter had half thought about leaving the dunpeal in the woods, half dead and bleeding it would not take long for some scavenger to finish what the griffin had started. But he just couldn’t do it, he walked away leaving the half blood only to practically run back, scoop the lithe form up in his arms whispering soft words of apology and love through tears of helplessness.

He loved this creature, this creature which was that he was supposed to kill and he couldn’t fight it, it made him weak. He was a Belmont defending, caring for and loving the half blood son of Dracula; he had lived with that before using the illusion of Adrian’s innocence as a way to justify his love, poor broken Adrian held captive in that terrible place for so long, poor Adrian who had suffered so at the hands of man. But now that illusion was gone, Adrian had basically eaten the Griffin alive, showing Richter that what he loved was not an innocent creature with slightly ‘kinky’ wants but a monster barely controlled. Groaning Richter made his way up to Maria’s cottage on the edge of the Belmont estate.

“Dear god! Richter what happened.” Maria gasped as Richter walked in silent and practically threw the dunpeal onto the floor, Alucard cried out in his sleep as he was thrown.

“Richter!” Maria snapped “what do you think your doing,” she knelt over the dunpeal “he’s really hurt! Jesus Richter! How could you!”

“He’ll heal,” Richter spat “vampires do that. Monsters do that.” Richter muttered as Maria disappeared into the kitchen.

He refused to look at the broken pile of limbs on the floor that was slowly pulling itself back together for he knew the minuet he looked he would feel grief and guilt for allowing one so beautiful to come to harm. But that was what vampires did, they were all beautiful, even Dracula had been beautiful, the first time Richter had seen him it had taken his breath away; they all used their beauty to get what they needed. Adrian was using him, using him for food, for protection after all who better to protect a half blood from hunters than the most powerful hunter there was. Part of Richter cried out at the thought for he knew it wasn’t true Adrian was more than capable of protecting himself, he had no reason to use the hunter, no reason to stay with him other than the love he claimed to feel for him.

“Richter what’s gotten into you?” Maria demanded returning from the kitchen.

“I watched him practically eat that damn bird,” Richter sighed his anger bleeding out of him like water, sadness and grief taking its place “I . . . I guess I never really knew,” he paused suddenly “oh hell what am I saying, I knew he was a monster when I met him, he’s Dracula’s friggin son!”

“Richter,” Maria reached out touching his arm

“I mean what did I expect,” Richter had tears in his eyes “that I’d fall in love with him and everything would be hunky doory.” He sniffed “I thought it was bad when he had problems mixing with people, HA! That’s nothing compared to what he’s capable of.”

“Richter he killed a griffin so what you’ve killed many a monster,” Maria was confused

“I don’t wallow in it though, he practically rolled in that things remains,” the hunter swallowed as if he was trying to stop himself being ill, “he’s one of the monsters, really one of the monsters. He ate that Griffin from the inside out while it was still alive; I watched him eat it!”

Maria was still for a moment, as she let Richter think. Adrian was a daemon but . . . he was still Adrian, Adrian who was terrified of mortal men yet faced them down for him, Adrian who teased him almost constantly Adrian who he loved with all he was. Richter shook his head, he was a Belmont in love with a vampire, and the only thing that could ever be worse would be if he was in Love with Dracula himself. But that didn’t matter, Richter swallowed as he realised that deep down he really didn’t care, and suddenly he knew that he would defy the gods themselves to keep his dunpeal, even if he had to chain Adrian up in the basement to keep him he knew he would.

“Do you love him?” Maria asked watching as the dunpeal on the couch now rolled over “well?” Richter sighed

“That’s the problem,” the vampire hunter looked up “I love him with everything I am, he could go on a killing spree and I would follow behind making excuses and attacking any who thought to harm him,”

“Why is that a problem,” Maria asked “that’s what love is, love is blind it blinds you to a person’s faults,”

“I’m a Belmont Maria,” Richter whispered “I’m the sworn enemy of Dracula and I’m in love with his son. Sometimes it makes me feel . . . like I’m betraying my people.”

“You aren’t betraying anyone by loving Adrian, Adrian didn’t ask for his parents to birth him, he was raised as a vampire and still he refuses to murder for blood. In my opinion that makes him a heck of a lot nobler than any human.”

Richter paused thinking over Maria’s words before a slow smile broke out on his features. The girl was right, Adrian had proven his love time and time again, he had proven that despite birth you were your own person and if occasionally his ‘monster’ got the better of him then maybe that was the price you paid. You didn’t get second chances at life, so you made the best of what you got.

“Thank you Maria,” Richter smiled “you are wiser than your years.” At that particular moment Adrian decided to regain consciousness, his skin caked with mud and dried blood the dunpeal made a disgusted face that made Richter laugh, but the laughter was quiet and short lived before Richter came on his knees beside his love and moved blond bangs out from his eyes.

“Richter,” the dunpeal’s throat was so dry “what . . . whe . . . you’re hurt,” a shaking blood covered hand came up to wipe a small cut above Richter’s eye “what happened?” the dunpeal asked but before Richter could reply recognition dawned “the griffin! I . . . Richter I . . .” Richter swallowed he’d never seen someone look so wretched before, Adrian looked at that moment more helpless and heart-rending than Richter had ever seen anyone look, ever.

"Asshole.” He breathed “scare me like that again and I’ll . . . ” he smirked and stopped talking, wiping dried mud and blood from the immortal’s face “Be more careful next time." Grunting at his weight, Richter lifted his lover into his arms and turned to Maria “thank you Maria,” Maria smiled watching as Richter managed to get himself and his dunpeal out her front door.

"Richter, I can still walk." Adrian’s voice echoed in the darkness

"Shut up. I'm enjoying this." Richter’s laugh faded into the darkness.

The walk back to the mansion was silent mostly until they entered the gardens and Adrian decided he’d waited long enough and started trying to distract the mortal. Richter fumbled with keys and almost dropped his lover as Adrian’s light nibbling became suddenly harder, he felt his legs shake and heard the keys hit the floor. Putting the immortal down he pressed him into the cold stone wall hard.

“You’re making this very difficult,” he hissed grinding hard into the lithe form of his love, Adrian winced, both in pleasure at having Richter so close, pressing against him so firmly but also in mild discomfort as the oddly carved wall digs into his spine, he lets out an almost silent whimper “will you be good?” Richter asks, biting his lip with little fangs Adrian nods. Richter leans down and lifts the keys unlocking the door before lifting his lover once again.

“I told you I can walk,” Adrian protests weakly but still wrapping arms around Richter’s neck

“Your ankles fractured,” Richter hissed “besides can I help it if you’re sexy when your helpless?” dangerous little claws ran down Richter’s abdomen pressing just hard enough to let the mortal know that the dunpeal wasn’t exactly as helpless as he seemed to think. Adrian’s mouth found his throat again as Richter found the stairs, legs shaking Richter decided against stairs, knowing full well that half way up them he would probably end up falling back down.

The mortal managed to elbow open a door to the dinning room, and didn’t resist this time as the dunpeal struggled in his grasp, instead he let the dunpeal go and let out a surprised yip when he found himself pressed up against the wall cool mouth running gently over his own. The dark haired hunter groaned softly into the kiss, hands wandering down his lovers back absently pulling the already shredded shirt off. Palms ran over smooth skin, and down into leather trousers. The mortal smirked feeling the dunpeal give a little jerk when questing fingers played over his opening.

Experienced fingers quickly unbuttoned Richter's shirt, trailing over the tanned flesh and sensitive nipples. The hands in Adrian's trousers stopped teasing his opening and shifted forward, gently cupping his growing arousal as the white haired immortal moved down to take one of those delicious nipples in his mouth. Sharp little teeth closing mock dangerously on the defenceless bud of flesh.

"Ad . . Adrian!" Richter managed to say as Adrian reached down to tug impatiently at Richter’s trousers, held in place with a knotted tie. Adrian shifted to the other nipple, biting lightly as he lost patience with the tie on Richter’s trousers and snapped the offending piece in his hands, Richter made a token protest with no real weight.

Richter let go of Adrian and leaned back against the wall when the immortal ran his tongue over a muscled abdomen as he slid down to take Richter's erection in his mouth. Richter heard himself whine and felt strong clawed hands on his hips preventing movement as his erection was lightly worshiped by the blondes mouth. Tongue almost timidly reaching out to run over veins, panting patterns over Richter’s flesh until tired of teasing himself the immortal jerked forwards mindful of his evil little teeth and swallowed his lover whole. Richter felt his legs shake as one of those clawed hands on his hips moved slowly over the insides of his thighs, the mortal groaned loudly as Adrian seemed to feed from him here. Bright red eyes flicked up to drink in the look of ecstasy on Richter's face as the hand teasing Richter’s thighs slowly moved between those strong thighs to tease around the mortals opening. Richter felt the light questioning touch on his opening and jerked, almost losing himself to his lover’s mouth and hands he stopped. Pushing Adrian away despite the light cry of protest from the dunpeal.

Adrian sighed as he was pushed back, he knew Richter was close, so very close he’d wanted to taste it again. Images of drinking down his lovers seed only to rise up and claim the hunter’s body had made the immortal ache most painfully. But now he realised as Richter lifted him to his feet and practically tore his trousers from him that it seemed Richter wanted that joy this night. Adrian purred lightly, he didn’t mind there were very few things if any in this world that could make him feel better than Richter’s weight settled over him and in him.

"Adrian." It was almost predatory, yet still fully in control. Adrian was slowly backed across the room with a series of kisses until he bumped into the dinning room table. He winced as a few glasses that remained from this nights party hit the ground and shattered. Richter seemed not to mind.

"Perfect," Richter said as he noted the now clear table and leaning down lifting his lover’s legs he pushed Adrian onto the table. The mortal took a moment to admire the immortal now spread across his table and grinned; no one else could ever have had anything as wonderful as this, never. Leaning forwards the brunette kissed the blonde hard groaning pleasantly at the feeling of sharp little teeth behind soft lips, pushing his tongue into Adrian’s mouth he deliberately sought out those teeth and pushed his tongue onto them making himself bleed.

Adrian’s reaction was different than usual, normally a little blood made the dunpeal half wild, clawing and groaning but this time the groan that came with blood was lazy, content like a cat with cream. Richter smirked into the kiss knowing that the immortal had probably already had his fill this night; the languidity with which Adrian sucked on his tongue made Richter shiver. Dangerous little claws ran over his backside and back, trailing down his arms and chest, raising all the little hairs on his body. Richter unwillingly pulled back, pushing the immortal further up onto the table and climbing slowly up with him.

“I want you,” he breathed, slowly lowering his full weight onto the blonde who purred loudly and arched up to meet him.

“You have me,” Adrian wrapped arms around the hunter’s throat, nuzzling against warm skin, his hunger for blood sated now only physical lust consumed him, it was refreshing for the immortal not to have to separate the two . To know that every ache and pain he felt now was from his desperation for Richter’s flesh and nothing else. “Take me,”

They kissed roughly as the mortal wished he knew words to describe the sheer beauty of his immortal, he moved so wantonly against the fingers slowly finding their way inside of him. The noises that worked their way up and out his mouth tugged at the mortal, making him want to bury himself fast and hard inside his lover. Absently his mind told him that Adrian would probably enjoy that as much if not more so than he would but Richter ignored it, he still wasn’t quiet used to the dunpeal’s masochistic side and only gave into such demands when Adrian all out begged. Leaning up Richter looked down and wondered what he had been thinking earlier, when Adrian had frightened him to the point where he was considering leaving the immortal, really what had he been thinking, even if Adrian was a daemon in the body of an angel he was spreading his legs in an invite Richter couldn’t refuse.

“I love you,” Richter breathed positioning himself “I Love you so much it tears me apart inside.” And with that he pressed inside slowly filling the immortal beneath him.

The hunter wrapped long pail legs around his waist allowing the dunpeal to adjust as it happened and smirked as those legs tightened around him. Adrian had his eyes closed and jerked a little when Richter leaned down to kiss him, Richter almost purred when he felt desperate hands close on the sides of his face holding him there as the dunpeal was driving his tongue into the hunter’s mouth, trying to convey just how much he wanted this. He broke the kiss when the invading member slowly pulled out only to be thrust back inside running across that spot deep inside him and he screamed. Richter was for a moment thankful that all the guests had been taken away by Maria before he swallowed heavily gripping at the table trying to keep his movements slow and deep, pausing at the end of each trust letting the immortal feel him inside.

“Please,” the word was whispered so silently that Richter almost missed it, looking down he saw Adrian had opened his eyes and looked so pleading and desperate that the mortal couldn’t say no.

Adrian cried out as the thrusts came faster, shaking his body. No doubt his father would have been embarrassed hearing his child beg a mortal but pride be damned if Richter had kept it up at that speed Adrian knew he would have broken. He knew he was being loud but remained unable to prevent it especially when Richter’s hand found his neglected arousal and began to pump it in time with his strokes. It wouldn’t take long, claws reached up and dug into Richter’s arms as the hunter felt his entire body burn and strain with the force he was using not to climax so quickly, Adrian’s mouth had had him on the edge before they’d even started but right now he wanted to see his lover spill first. Leaning down Richter closed their mouths together again, desperate for his lover to finish he stroked his tongue over those little teeth again drawing blood and this time he got the reaction he expected, the immortal thrashed wildly under him almost hurling the mortal off the table. Richter felt and heard Adrian scream into the kiss and felt heat on his chest; the sudden tightening of muscles around his member would have given him a friction burn had the mortal not suddenly filled his lover with his own release. The sound of passion echoed through the mansion and out onto the grounds where smaller monsters were slowly sniffing at spilt griffin blood knowing deep in their souls who still owned these woods, who still ruled them.

Adrian slowly opened his eyes feeling his lover still inside of him and collapsed on top of him, prodding him gently Richter groaned. Adrian nuzzled at the mortal, the feeling of still being full making him tingle and Richter was pressing against him perfectly, the immortal could feel the beginnings of arousal stir in him again. He prodded Richter again more impatiently this time and looking up Richter smiled.

“You want more,” Richter purred Adrian smiled

“You’re damn right I do, but can we go upstairs? I’m lying on a fork.”

End Fic

Authoress note: there all done.

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