By The Grace Of God

{11: The Family Business}

{Alexander}

The hardest part of the phone calls was telling Maxwell I was leaving to take over Hellsing, and when I explained why to him, he said he understood, and would no longer try to pick a fight. He offered a partnership, and I told him it was for the best we don't. I called a meeting for the knights and for the round table, and they agreed to give Integra a proper burial. Sir Penwood knew she had planned this, and had informed the knights of her plan, knowing full well she was going through with it one way or another. I kept my mouth shut on the fight me and her had on the issue, and just left it be. I was to start my knights training as soon as possible, as Sir Irons put it, since a Knight has sat at the seat of Hellsing's head for generations and I politely reminded him of exactly who my husband was and how as Prince consort, that wasn't necessary. A good few hours and several phone calls and meetings planned for later dates, I was finally free to start the orders for renovation on the Hellsing compound, to upgrade it and to make it more apparent where the home was, and where the organization was.

I got permission from Her Majesty to have the two separated, and had said I was allowed to do with the property whatever I wished so long as it was within proper parameters. I got in contact with a contractor who was apparently under the Queen's thumb and he said he'll have a design for both drawn up and readied for me for before I left on vacation. I then planned the vacation, and got it all set up for a nice getaway to Scotland. 

" Dear, you've been in here for hours. How much progress have you made?" 

I look up and see Vlad in his true form, but with a suit instead of a suit of armor. I give him a soft smile and sigh before resting my head on the desk. 

" It's been very productive. I have all my ducks in a row, and we leave for the vacation in two days." 

" Well then, that leaves me two days to be an absolute pain in your ass, now doesn't it?"

I could feel his breath on my neck, the coolness of his touch sending pleasant shivers across my spine, and I was very quickly becoming unraveled. 

" Not in here. This is a public place." 

" Oh but I want to, to for once not give a damn and to let go, and besides, who's gonna get in here when the door is locked?" 

I heard the subtle thud of a lock, and it was very much a power move on Vlad. He was free, no hold barred and had nothing to really stop him from using his powers however he wished. This idea made me even more excited. 

" If you continue teasing me, pet, I'll have to punish you." 

" I wish you would, my Master, I wish you would." 

I pinned Vlad to the desk in a heartbeat, my hand on his chest as I ripped off my shirt with the other.

" I want you to keep your hands where I put them." 

" Yes, Master." 

I put his hands just above his head, and I watched as a tendril of shadow moved to hold them there. Well I'll be damned. This just got even more fun. I tug on the tie, and it vanishes, a smirk on his face. I then tug on his shirt, it too vanishes, so now I'm smiling. 

" You think you're being cheeky, huh?"

" I am simply allowing you power over me." 

" So this is you behaving then, huh?" 

" Yes, my Master." 

I take in appearance, and it was very impressive. Broad shoulders like mine, strong and lithe fingers covered in callouses, scars across his chest and abdomen.

" How did you get those?" 

I teasingly trace the scars, his body moving into the touch, I hear the shuttering of his breath. 

" I earned them when I took down a Nazi soldier who was a werewolf."

" I see. Tell me, what excites you?" 

" Blood, war, you." 

I flicked his nipple, earning a hiss and a moan. 

" Smartass comments get you a punishment. I repeat, what excites you?" 

" Pain, I like pain." 

" Pain? How...elementary of you. I knew that. How do you like to be given said pain?" 

" I want you to claw me, bite me. I want you to show me why you are my husband, my Mate."

" See, that's exactly what I want to hear." 

I walk around to the front of the desk, and lean over, my belt buckle right in his face. 

" Do it, suck your Master off." 

His hands moved fast enough that I didn't even see them, and when the surprising warmth of his tongue rested on my shaft, it shocked me, earning a moan and growl from me. I felt his throat vibrate around me when he hummed in satisfaction, and it was strangely better than when he would feed from me. 

" Thats it, good boy. Keep going, good pet." 

I could feel the knot growing fast, and I had to pull out if I was going to last. I pull back, a mewl coming from Vlad was a pleasant sound. I walk around and Vlad's trousers were already gone, yet he was still just he had been told to stay. 

" You said you like pain, then you don't mind me going in rough and dry?" 

" Do it, I want this. I can handle it." 

I place his legs over my arms, and lined myself with him, leaning in as much as I could. 

" I want you bite me. I want you mark me as yours so no one dares to challenge me, lest they feel the wrath of my dragon." 

" Yes, Master." 

I slam into him, and he bites my shoulder hard, the endorphins and aphrodisiac his venom carries were cranked higher, they were stronger somehow. As I move, my body in a state of bliss that I didn't know where I started or where he ended, it was as if we were one, perfectly together in unison, chaos and order, dark and light, moving together as one in a way that was a song of its own kind. 

" I love you, Vlad, my War Dragon." 

" I love you too, Alex, My Paladin Prince."

As I feel the crescendo of this song hit, I feel my mind connect with Vlad's, and it all played back into my mind; how he feels about me, how he loves our daughter, how he wants to rebuild his empire, how he wants everything to be in one place for once. I felt a pull back, and my mind was once more my own, my body spent and tired. I slip out, and sit in the office chair. We were a sweaty, bloody, tired mess, and it was strangely beautiful. Vlad sat up, and with a lazy flick of his wrist, the mess was cleaned up, and he was redressed as if he didn't just get fucked into oblivion. He pushes his hair back and leans over me with a smile. 

" That...was absolutely amazing, love. You take your time and pull yourself together, I'm going to go play with our daughter." 

He kisses my forehead and leaves with little to no limp, the door to my office unlocks, and he leaves, locking it once more behind him. He is going to be both a blessing, and a fucking curse, and I am not gonna regret a single part of it.