Another Night Turned Upside Down

It was a bleak night out on the moors; Malfoy Manor was surrounded by darkness and fog, impenetrable to all but the very keenest of eyes. There was no moon tonight, noted Lucius Malfoy, taking a sip of Firewhiskey. A little more than a week had passed since his strange encounter in the woods with the Hellsing Organization's chief assassin, and yet he could not erase it from his thoughts. Indeed, the incident was becoming increasingly problematic, coming to mind during his business dealings and dinner with the cold bi-...ahem...his wife.

Most interesting of all however was the rose gifted to him by the vampire Alucard. Nine days had gone by and yet the crimson bloom was as fresh as ever, almost as if it were under a stasis spell. To keep Narcissa from asking questions it was currently residing in his study under some mundane papers, where he found himself looking at it more and more. Rolling his eyes as the impulse struck him yet again, Lucius reached in the drawer and pulled out the rose, only to drop it in shock.

Blood was seeping out from the scarlet petals.

Cautiously he picked it up, noting that no stain had been left on the desk. He dipped one finger in the blood and slowly brought it to his lips.

Delicious, is it not? asked a darkly amused voice inside his head.

Lucius straightened immediately. “It is,” he answered.

A portal opened in a far corner of the study to revealing the nosferatu Alucard, who inclined his head politely, taking in Lucius's bare chest and silk pants. “Good evening.”

“Good evening,” replied the wizard.

The two remained at a distance, the silence growing awkward as the vampire removed his scarlet coat and hat, placing them neatly on a chair.

“The customary thing to do is offer your guest a libation,” said Alucard, smirking as he moved closer. “I would have thought your upbringing would have instilled some form of common courtesy.”

Wandlessly summoning a wine glass, Lucius had to contain a smirk of his own as he pulled out a silver dagger concealed in his cane. Placing the keen edge at his inner arm he made a single incision, allowing his blood to flow into the waiting vessel.

“My apologies,” said Lucius, holding out the glass to Alucard. “Would you care for a drink?”

The vampire's red eyes glowed with hunger at the offering, but he held himself in check. “You play a dangerous game, human,” he purred.

“Oh yes,” said Lucius, delicately swirling the blood as if it were a fine wine. “Very dangerous indeed.”

Alucard was suddenly at the wizard's side, draining the glass with an appreciative sound. But you intend to enjoy it nonetheless, don't you? he asked inside Lucius's mind.

“Of course. One must always seize the day, or night in your case, and take the world's pleasures as they come.” Lucius nodded to his still-bleeding arm. “For example, you have not yet finished your drink-ohh...” His train of thought was swiftly derailed as Alucard's tongue caressed his arm, cleansing the remaining blood and instantly healing the gash.

Alucard made his way up Lucius's arm but stopped just before he reached his mouth, silently daring the wizard to close the gap between them. Lucius brushed his lips across Alucard's, letting his tongue run briefly across the vampire's top lip before moving to deepen the kiss.

I wonder how long it's been since he kissed anyone like this, thought Lucius as his partner sighed in pleasure.

Far too long, responded Alucard. I wonder...what other talents does your mouth possess?

Lucius didn't answer, instead he reached down to massage the growing hardness in the vampire's gray trousers. Alucard growled roughly, jerking his hips into the welcome stimulation.

“Yesss...” he hissed. “Yet again you dance with danger, Lord Malfoy.”

With an innocent look that fooled no one, Lucius pulled his hand away. “Then I shall cease at once,” he said.

“Cease and this may very well cease to be consensual,” growled Alucard. He felt a surge of arousal course over his partner at this statement, peaking as he removed his shirt and the wizard's pants in a single motion. “My, my, Lucius. You are a depraved creature, aren't you?” he said, admiring the sheer beauty of the male in front of him.

“I believe that forms the basis for my appeal.”

Alucard couldn't help but laugh at that. “Indeed.”

Taking his partner by the hand Lucius led Alucard to the Persian rug in front of the fireplace. With a wave of his hand the candles in the room dimmed, leaving them illuminated by nothing save the blazing fire.

“Now,” said Lucius, his tone heavy with erotic promise. “I believe you were inquiring about the talents of my mouth. Allow me to demonstrate.” He fell gracefully to his knees at the same time Alucard's trousers vanished and were folded neatly on the chair with their owner's hat and coat, leaving the vampire nude.

“Magnificent...” breathed Lucius, grasping Alucard's erection with one hand and sucking just the tip into his mouth. He paused to savor the vampire as he drew more and more of him inside; after all how many times over the past days had he found himself lost in thought imagining this very scenario?

So you've been thinking about this all week? Such a dirty wizard, chuckled Alucard inside Lucius's mind.

Careful, retorted Lucius. You don't want to distract me, I could “accidentally” nip you in a rather sensitive area.

Suddenly two pale hands tangled deep in Lucius's platinum hair as he thrust himself completely down his partner's throat. Instead of gagging as Alucard had expected, Lucius's throat opened to accommodate every inch of the vampire's rather sizable length. Then, he swallowed.

A sound somewhere between a growl and a cry of absolute pleasure ripped from Alucard's throat. He could feel his blood lust rising, the desire to take this beautiful creature once again was becoming overwhelming. He looked down to see two eyes staring back at him, arctic gray yet burning with a torrid heat.

"Are you ready to get fucked, Death Eater?" he asked.

With one final teasing lick, Lucius got to his feet. “If you think you're, shall we say, up to the task, No-Life King,” he purred, smiling wickedly.

With a snarl Alucard grabbed a handful of Lucius's hair and yanked it back, exposing the wizard's neck. “I've killed for less than that, Lord Malfoy,” he whispered dangerously, running his tongue along the pale skin in front of him.

Lucius chuckled. “So have I.”

He was suddenly taken in a bruising kiss at the same instant his hair was released. Guided onto all fours by Alucard, Lucius wandlessly summoned a nearby bottle of lubricant, and without warning or preamble the vampire thrust deep inside.

“OH GODS!” cried Lucius. It was even better than he remembered, as if the puzzle's missing piece was finally in place. Slowly, ever so slowly, Alucard stoked the fire inside him, taking his sweet time to draw out every nuance of feeling along his inner trigger. It was beautiful, it was maddening, it was perfect.

Looking over his shoulder at his companion, Lucius growled the magic word:

“Harder.”

Using his vampiric ability to change their position, Alucard licked his companion's ear as he held him against the wall. “Harder? You want me to fuck you harder?” he asked with a thrust of his hips.

“Gods, yes,” panted Lucius, clenching his inner muscles as he met the vampire's gaze once again. “Fuck me harder, Alucard. Take me.”

Kissing him savagely, Alucard complied, strengthening his motions until Lucius thought he would die from pleasure. Wrapping one hand around the wizard's cock as his fangs pierced his neck, the vampire drank deeply from his companion as they both tumbled over the precipice into completion, Lucius with a shout and Alucard with a muffled purr.

They remained still for a moment before Alucard pulled out of Lucius and rested his head on the wizard's back, listening to his heart beat. Lucius turned around and smiled softly.

“So, have you had your fill of me yet, nosferatu? Or must I resort to carrying garlic on my person?” he asked.

Teleporting them back in front of the fire, Alucard chuckled. “You're not going to be rid of me that easily, wizard.”

“Marvelous,” answered Lucius, closing his eyes and imagining the possibilities for the rest of the house. “Simply marvelous.”