Those who are Hunted

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 Belmont home but blood in the silent forest would attract a lot of unwanted attention.

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 Adrian”

Richter smiled wide, any wider and he felt his cheeks would split

“Very well Adrian”

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