#mortuusrex

He had been more unseated than usual when the vampire came around as he occasionally would, for the bloodsucker had been more predatory this time. There were boundaries in this game they played, typically an exchange of scathing words, but Alucard sought to push them this day.

He started by prying the metal guarding Sven’s head from his shoulders, and ended with the cyborg pressed firmly against the nearest wall, pale lips crushed on Sven’s own.  It was by no means a chaste kiss, but one that invaded and consumed and dominated. No amount of squirming or shoving would dislodge the vampire. Even the drastic differences in their skin’s temperature, surely searing into the pale man’s skin, wasn’t a great enough deterrent. He was immovable.

For mortuus-rex (Alucard)

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧ | Sexual Attraction✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Romantic Attraction✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Crushing✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Squishing✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Sensual Attraction✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ | Aethetic Attraction

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For teaxtobacco (Integra)

{{ there’s a telegram waiting for M. W.C. Dornez at the concierge desk of the Hotel Urbain}}

RECEIVED A MOST INTERESTING MESSAGE TODAY [stop]

WILL PLAY IT ANY TIME EITHER OF YOU BASTARDS LECTURES ME ABOUT ‘DISCRETION’ [stop]

    The silence was absolutely brilliant. For a monster that had known nothing but the chaos of his own existence for over five hundred years, the heavy blackness of oblivion was a blessing. There were no thoughts, barely any awareness of the self, and the vampire couldn't be happier. It wasn't death, but it was close enough.

                                It didn't last -                                                      {It never did.}

    Peace was a limited commodity for the No-Life King, and when he seemedly woke to pain, Alucard was hardly surprised. Rosewood stake shoved violently through his heart, and he would howl like a injured hound. Eyes open wide, he'd half expected to see Walter at the end of the weapon -

                                  Ｉｆ ｏｎｌｙ － ｉｆ ｏｎｌｙ － ｉｆ ｏｎｌｙ．．．．

   "σƒ ¢συяѕє, ιт ωσυℓ∂ вє уσυ."

    He was looking at his own form, own face, hearing his own laughter. The ambient blackness never changed but the wood that pinioned him did, disappeared as though it had never existed. Yet still his chest was tight and pained, as though he were still so grievously injured.

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