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Title: Order:666
Author: yurameku
Rating: NC-17
Series/Coupling: Hellsing/AlucardxIntegra
Status: Part 1; Incomplete
Summary: His lips were cool against her neck, and she assumed it was because he was dead; the warmth that had perhaps once filled his body long gone. She could feel the faintest brush of his fangs against her soft skin, taunting her, silently attempting to coax her into submission. But they both knew that it wouldn't work. She, Sir Integra Wingates Hellsing, submitted to no one.

"Integra," he purred, lips curling back into a smile. "My master... give me an order..."




His lips were cool against her neck, and she assumed it was because he was dead; the warmth that had perhaps once filled his body long gone. She could feel the faintest brush of his fangs against her soft skin, taunting her, silently attempting to coax her into submission. But they both knew that it wouldn't work. She, Sir Integra Wingates Hellsing, submitted to no one.

"Integra," he purred, lips curling back into a smile. "My master... give me an order..."

She smiled on the inside, though the action did not reach her lips. It was the same game, with the same rules, and she had the same plan. It wasn't a game based around winning or losing, but pure pride. It was a game that she would not forfeit, and she knew that he would not either. They would both run forward, hit, and then it would truly begin.

She was very proud of her steel resolve.

"Alucard," she murmured, lips barely moving. He turned his head, shifting his shoulder back a bit to look at her, an amused smile tugging at the sides of his mouth. She smiled as well, though faintly. "What do you think you're doing?"

The vampire chuckled softly and moved closer, not allowing her to push herself away from the wall that he had her up against. "Tell me what you think I'm doing."

"I give the orders here," she said cooly. "Or have you forgotten your place, Alucard?"

He looked at her over the brim of his glasses, red eyes seeming to glow hungrily in the darkness of the room. "Only if you've forgotten yours."

He leaned in, the tip of his nose against her cheek. She turned her face away in mock defiance, the faintest hints of a smile still playing at her lips. The game had begun, it seemed, and they were starting from a stalemate. She was pleased with this fact.

"You're testing me," she said, stating the obvious.

"Perhaps," was the response.

"I'm the one in charge here, Monster," she snapped, voice suddenly sharp. "If anyone's going to give tests here, it's me."

Alucard grinned. "Then test me, Master. Give me the order."

There was a challenge laced in-between the words, and she silently accepted. Her hands fell upon his chest and she shoved him away with little effort. He was obedient, she realized, for the moment being. The stalemate was still in place, and she was still content. Making her way over to her desk, she opened the drawer and pulled out her gun, smiling.

Forged from blessed steel, holding the same bullets that had been held in her servant's earlier gun, the Cassul. She brought it to her lips, tenderly kissing the tip, her finger pressed securely against the trigger. Her eyes moved back to her servant who stood waiting expectantly, smiling wolfishly. She smiled as well, wider this time, though it looked more like a sneer.

"On the bed, servant."

He complied, taking a seat and laying back, hands resting upon his stomach. He stared up at the ceiling with a smug smile, and she wondered vaguely when he had removed his hat. Brushing off the thought, she made her way over and took a seat upon the egde of the bed, staring down at him. Red eyes looked back at her, kept company by an amused smirk.

"And now, Master?"

The gun was suddenly pressed against his temple, her free hand pressing down upon his chest. Piercing blue eyes narrowed warningly, and he quirked a brow questioningly.

"Did I say you could talk?" She asked, her voice nonchalant while at the same time, menacing.

He would have shook his head had the barrel of a gun not been to his head. "No, Master."

"Then don't talk. You are not to speak unless you are spoken to, is that understood?"

The smirk became a full-blown grin. "Yes, Master."

Still, the stalemate remained.

She moved to sit on stop of him, straddling him. The gun was pressed against his forhead now, and her finger was still pressed against the trigger, ready to pull. It would not kill him, she knew, but it would hurt like hell. That, they both knew, and she was pleased with that as well though she did not show it. Her face was serious again, holding the expression of the woman she was before everyone else.

He couldn't be the exception all the time.

"You think I'm going to undress you?" She asked when he stared up at her expectantly, sounding faintly disgusted. "I'm not the slave here. Undress yourself, you filth."

"But Master," he said, and she found herself becoming increasingly annoyed at the mocking gleam that his glasses had, "you're on top of me."

"And?"

"I can't sit up."

"That sounds like a personal problem to me. Undress."

He did as he was told and began removing his upper-clothing best he could. Soon, his torso was bare and his glasses went as well, much to her liking. When he reached down to attempt to remove his pants, however, she stopped him.

"I'll do that," she informed him. "It will be the only luxury that I will allow you, though."

"No other luxuries at all, Master?" He asked, his fang slipping over his lower lip as he smirked.

Her own lips followed suit. "None that I will give you a chance to thoroughly enjoy." At this, Alucard laughed softly.

"Miss Hellsing, you are both Heaven and Hell rolled into one."
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