alusion (because the world needed it)

The Span of a Kiss

this has been an idea of mine for way too long. i'd for get ten about it until i read the fic from -brightclaw. i hope i portrayed everything correctly.
category: oneshot
word count: 2151
WARNING: mentions of blood && harm

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"It's just a short, quick scout around our territory for any demons or Abyssal soldiers. I'll barely be gone."

Gusion pouted at Alucard's words. "I just.. have a bad feeling about it. They've been acting up a lot more recently and-"

"Gusion," Alucard interrupted him, taking his worrying lover's face into his hands. "I'll be fine. Trust me." The blonde gave the other a quick peck on his forehead, causing a warmth in Gusion's cheeks.

"Pft. That's it? That'll barely last an hour after you left."

Alucard rose an eyebrow. The flush on Gusion's cheeks worsened.

"Just kiss me on the lips, you asshat."

That had been their last interaction. Gusion had trusted Alucard, trusted him not to get himself killed. And, well, to the extent of Gusion's knowledge, he hadn't. What had happened, though, was the patrol being ambushed by elite Abyssal soldiers that managed capture Alucard. Of course, there was casualties on their side, the littered corpses stood as proof, the cost of attaining such a prize.

It'd been two months, now.

Gusion had been planning.

The details he hadn't told anyone, but to a few, he promised Alucard would be returning soon and he was damn set on making sure it happened.

His plan, though? Stupid. Reckless. Horrible. Yet, somehow, he had managed to follow it.

'Where is he right now?' one might ask, to which can be told.

It'd gone smoothly, surpassingly. He only had to kill one guard so far and that was to get the keys off of him. The walls around him were thin, and he figured the only reason they weren't pushing up on his shoulders were because someone had complained about it. From somewhere, Gusion heard the far off echoes of water dripping down onto the floor, and a cool draft hit him, making a shiver run up his spine. It was ungodly dark in this current tunnel, and he could barely see, let alone know his own direction as the caved out corridor kept twisting and turning. He didn't turn back, though. Never. Alucard was in here somewhere. He had plans to follow and a promise to keep to others. After an unknown amount of time to Gusion, the corridor finally opened up, widening to reveal rows of cells, singular torches lit every once and a while. Gusion quickened his pace to a fast walk, then a jog, and then a run. Alucard, Alucard, Alucard--all this cells were empty, where was Aluca--

Gusion's heart leapt to his throat. There. He skidded to a stop, almost had ran past the entire cell in general. There Alucard was, clothes ragged, demonized arm exposed, bruises and cuts clearly visible with dried blood stained on his clothes. "Alu!" The other's name tumbled out of his mouth with out control, thankfully coming out as a whisper-yell.

Alucard's head immediately snapped up at the familiar voice, eyes blinking a bit before focusing in on Gusion. "G..Gus?" His voice was raspy, as if damaged.

Gusion's hands gripped the cell bars, tears rising up into his eyes unexpectedly. "Yes! Gods, yes--I'm here. I'm here."

Alucard shook his head and, with a bit of difficulty, staggered up right. "You shouldn't be here." He stated, stumbling over to the bars and holding onto them to keep himself upright. "How.. How did you-"