Music To My Soul

Ch. 19

Anderson:

The conversation I had yesterday with Maria and Flint made me wonder if I actually cared for Tim, or if it was just a thing of fate to keep Alucard from having a Mate, but when I woke up this morning to find him curled into me, my arms holding him to my chest, it was paradise, and knew without a doubt that I did love him. I very gently brushed his hair from his face, earning a eye flutter and a soft, sleepy smile. I saw him open his eyes to find they were a bit more green than yesterday, but were still mostly brown. 

" Morning, handsome. How'd you sleep?" 

He said nothing as he nestled deeper into me and grunted. I had to chuckle, this was too adorable. I went to move to get up, only to have his vice grip on my arm tighten, and I knew I wasn't going to move. 

" I had a nasty talk with Vlad in my dreams." 

His voice was crackly, but I understood the words he said, and it got me extremely worried. 

" What happened?" 

" We were in a makeshift room, and he said I was going to come back to him. I told him no, that I was happy here. He demanded to know why I had grown to hate him, and I responded with facts. He's possessive, abusive, toxic, and just plain controlling. He said it was a defense thing, that he doesn't mean it. I told him I didn't believe him, and that I was happy here with you. He got angry and said if I wanted you so bad, then fine, let it happen, but if he sees you, he's going to kill you." 

" I know he is. This is why we are having him rebound to the Hellsing bloodline." 

" When is that happening?"

" It already happened. When Sir Fletcher learned of your abhorrent treatment, he scolded Alucard like you wouldn't believe, and forced him back into servanthood instantly. He's forbidden from leaving Hellsing property unless it is to do a job, and he is to go straight home if he is sent out. He's also been told if he sees me at all, he is to leave me be and to stay far away from you. His reaching out in your dreams like this is against the rules set in place. I'll have to call Sir Fletcher." 

" Sounds good. Alex, do you think they'll help us?" 

I knew what he meant, and I kissed him softly on his head to soothe his worries. 

" They were just like us, if they don't, then they are no better than Alucard is." 

He smiled sleepily at me, and rolled over, possibly to get more sleep, but it was to check his phone. That damn phone has been his lifeline more times than not, and he refuses to be without it and to always keep it fully charged. I watched him start talking with someone, and he relaxed and let out a sigh. 

" I told Greg I was fine now, that you had gotten me out, and that I planned on coming home soon. Things just needed space and time." 

" How'd he take it?" 

" He's been worried sick. He said the sooner I come home and stay home, the better. He's got an apartment for the both of us for when we go to California. He said you could use it as a landing pad for your days off to visit me and such, but I told him you were going to be a permanent resident, and he said that was an even better idea." 

" That sounds great, to be honest. Let's get up and get ready to leave. Maxwell has said that I'm to put my sole focus into getting you better, and this is what we need to do." 

" Alright. Help me up. I'm in desperate need of a shower and some warm clothes." 

I chuckle, and I help him up, only to have him stop and gawk at me. That's when I remembered, he's never seen me casually like this, let alone shirtless and in athletic shorts due to Rome being so hot in the summer. I watched carefully as he walked over, and started to trace each scar I had in a unique form of fascination and awe. 

" You got all these from hunting down things like Vlad?" 

" Yep, even got a few from him. The round ones are from bullets of his that embedded too deep for my body to reject them, so they had to be removed in order for me to heal." 

" I don't understand it, but somehow, you seem more angelic like this." 

" What do you mean?" 

He carefully traced the Iscariot brand I had on my collarbone, and frowned, the now faded pink scar of a pair of crossed keys with the letters J.P. made him crinkle his nose. 

" J.P.? What does that mean?" 

" Judas Priest. It's my title, well one of many I have, and it was the first one I got when I joined. They've moved on from brands to tattoo's now, but I was one of the last ones to get such a mark." 

" Alex, what would I have to do to become an agent like you?" 

I was taken aback a bit, but realized why he wanted to know. 

" Tim, you can't kill Alucard on your own." 

" I don't plan to. I'll have you by my side to do it. We both can put him down. We both can slay that fucking dragon once and for all." 

" Tim, darling, as much as I love the idea of watching you knock that smarmy grin off his face with a steak to the heart, I can't risk letting you get into harms way again." 

" Alex, there's more to that idea than to just kill him. I want to make him suffer."

" Oh, like what?" 

I'm 6'9", and Tim was 6'2", so he was even with my collarbone, and to say I was surprised by him running his nose along it with a rather cheeky grin is a drastic miscalculation. Tim got on his tippy tones to get to my ear, a chuckle befit a naughty brat left his lips, letting a chill run down my spine, his fingers teased my shoulders with whispers of touch and teasing my hair. 

" I want him to watch you make raw, passionate love in a way only a holy man can to me. I want him foaming at the mouth pissed and in pain as he watches you claim me in ways he never could dream of. I want him to be in hell while we are in heaven, Father."

His voice was a breathy moan in my ear, and it was almost too much for me. I carefully grip Tim's chin between my thumb and index finger, claiming his lips as passionately as I could. He let out a small sqweaky moan, and it broke me. I picked him up and his ankles locked around my waist instinctually, his back now pinned to the wall behind him, our lips trying to make heads or tails of who is the dominate one. I pull back to breathe, and his now hazel gaze makes my skin crawl with pleasure and sexual desire of a carnal kind. 

" You want raw and passionate, I'll give you that, but only if you never call me Father again. You are the only one not obligated to call me that, and I refuse to have you do so."

" On one condition. I join Iscariot and fight by your side. I want to be better than this weak excuse of a man." 

" We can talk more on that later. Now, where were we? Ah, yes. That."