Prankster [Castlevania, promptbingo challenge]
Title: Prankster
Fandom: Castlevania
Rating: R (For some sexual situations and slash.)
Prompt: Wet
Word Count: 581
Summary: (Alucard/Richter) Richter's childish behavior finally backfires but he doesn't seem to mind the consequences.
It started with Alucard's nose bothering him. He attributed the odd smells with the damp atmosphere of the underground caverns, at first. But even after they continued past the tunnel, the scent lingered. Stopping mid-stride, he whirled around and glanced back at his companion.
"What?" Richter queried, looking behind him to see what the prince was gaping at. As he turned around, Alucard was practically on top of him, sniffing his body like some frenzied animal. After a thorough inspection, the half-breed wrinkled his nose and grunted,
"Your body odor is atrocious."
The vampire hunter frowned back at him and took a whiff under his arm. "Mother of God, you're right! I smell like a herd of cattle!"
Alucard pointed toward a shallow pool on the other side of the cavern. He wasn't about to take another step with the mortal unless he rid himself of that wretched stench. Being a dhampir, his senses were far more acute than normal. Richter's sweaty body was more than his delicate nostrils could handle.
"Bathe," he bellowed, shoving his friend in the direction of the water, "and don't worry about the monsters. I shall keep watch."
Richter shrugged and meandered over to the pool. He decided it was best not to start a debate about his hygiene. Arguing with Alucard was like yelling at a brick wall; one would run out of breath before the man even batted an eyelash. Slipping out of his clothes, Richter called over his shoulder, "Care to join me?"
"You wish..." Dracula's heir muttered under his ragged breath. Blood raced into his head the more he thought about the vulnerable man behind him. The prince's curiosity swelled within him, overwhelming his integrity entirely. Fading into mist, he circled around to the opposite side of the pool and returned to his humanoid form behind a large boulder. It wouldn't hurt to take just one peek, would it? Richter would never suspect it.
His breath stilled as he peered around the boulder; Richter splashed around in the pond, his hair matted to his face and back. As the mortal man stood, the blood left Alucard's face almost immediately and rushed into more sensitive territory. He couldn't tear his golden eyes away from the captivating sight. Stray droplets of water clung to Richter's bare skin, defining every sumptuous curve of his muscled form. Alucard heaved a sigh and leaned against the massive rock to calm himself.
"Enjoying the show?" Richter's voice echoed around the corner.
Alucard glanced up in horror at the man who hovered over him. Sure, he'd replaced his trousers, but he was still half-naked. Kneeling beside the floundering prince, Richter couldn't help but smile and laugh at his misfortune. Favoring a bold reaction, he took Alucard's lovely face into his hand and pecked his cheek.
Instead of flushing madly, Richter's prank seemed to have the opposite effect. The dhampir succumbed to desire and threw his cloak aside, pinning the mortal man to the boulder. Flinging his gloves over his shoulder, Alucard growled into his counterpart's ear,
"You're going to regret that."
Richter opened his mouth to protest or beg for mercy, but Alucard ignored his silent pleas and smashed his lips into Richter's. However, when Alucard attempted to stuff a wandering hand into his comrade's trousers, the other didn't seem to mind. Tears formed around the hunter's blue eyes as he was toyed with and made a fool of. He even moaned a little. Humiliation never felt this good.
Fandom: Castlevania
Rating: R (For some sexual situations and slash.)
Prompt: Wet
Word Count: 581
Summary: (Alucard/Richter) Richter's childish behavior finally backfires but he doesn't seem to mind the consequences.
It started with Alucard's nose bothering him. He attributed the odd smells with the damp atmosphere of the underground caverns, at first. But even after they continued past the tunnel, the scent lingered. Stopping mid-stride, he whirled around and glanced back at his companion.
"What?" Richter queried, looking behind him to see what the prince was gaping at. As he turned around, Alucard was practically on top of him, sniffing his body like some frenzied animal. After a thorough inspection, the half-breed wrinkled his nose and grunted,
"Your body odor is atrocious."
The vampire hunter frowned back at him and took a whiff under his arm. "Mother of God, you're right! I smell like a herd of cattle!"
Alucard pointed toward a shallow pool on the other side of the cavern. He wasn't about to take another step with the mortal unless he rid himself of that wretched stench. Being a dhampir, his senses were far more acute than normal. Richter's sweaty body was more than his delicate nostrils could handle.
"Bathe," he bellowed, shoving his friend in the direction of the water, "and don't worry about the monsters. I shall keep watch."
Richter shrugged and meandered over to the pool. He decided it was best not to start a debate about his hygiene. Arguing with Alucard was like yelling at a brick wall; one would run out of breath before the man even batted an eyelash. Slipping out of his clothes, Richter called over his shoulder, "Care to join me?"
"You wish..." Dracula's heir muttered under his ragged breath. Blood raced into his head the more he thought about the vulnerable man behind him. The prince's curiosity swelled within him, overwhelming his integrity entirely. Fading into mist, he circled around to the opposite side of the pool and returned to his humanoid form behind a large boulder. It wouldn't hurt to take just one peek, would it? Richter would never suspect it.
His breath stilled as he peered around the boulder; Richter splashed around in the pond, his hair matted to his face and back. As the mortal man stood, the blood left Alucard's face almost immediately and rushed into more sensitive territory. He couldn't tear his golden eyes away from the captivating sight. Stray droplets of water clung to Richter's bare skin, defining every sumptuous curve of his muscled form. Alucard heaved a sigh and leaned against the massive rock to calm himself.
"Enjoying the show?" Richter's voice echoed around the corner.
Alucard glanced up in horror at the man who hovered over him. Sure, he'd replaced his trousers, but he was still half-naked. Kneeling beside the floundering prince, Richter couldn't help but smile and laugh at his misfortune. Favoring a bold reaction, he took Alucard's lovely face into his hand and pecked his cheek.
Instead of flushing madly, Richter's prank seemed to have the opposite effect. The dhampir succumbed to desire and threw his cloak aside, pinning the mortal man to the boulder. Flinging his gloves over his shoulder, Alucard growled into his counterpart's ear,
"You're going to regret that."
Richter opened his mouth to protest or beg for mercy, but Alucard ignored his silent pleas and smashed his lips into Richter's. However, when Alucard attempted to stuff a wandering hand into his comrade's trousers, the other didn't seem to mind. Tears formed around the hunter's blue eyes as he was toyed with and made a fool of. He even moaned a little. Humiliation never felt this good.