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twilight_lamentThe first time it was the three of them was on Takasugi’s birthday. After spending a day that, to his mind, meant little more than being another year older, Takasugi retreated back to the room that he shared with the No Life King only to find a surprise waiting for him. This surprise, comprised of Kawakami Bansai and Alucard, had stripped him down in the midst of his confusion, put a blindfold over his eyes and a gag in his mouth. This surprise had also debated at length whether or not Takasugi’s lips would look better stretched around a ball gag or clenched on the length of a bit gag - the bit gag, a piece of polished wood and metal stained black, had won.
It continued with Bansai holding Shinsuke’s arms out and pinned against the bed by his wrists - he could smell the other man above him and felt the heat of his body - and with Alucard’s knees pinning his splayed legs while the vampire’s fingers pried open his ass. Frustrating as hell that they sought to torture him while very nearly pretending he wasn’t even there (frustrating and arousing until he forgot all about being surprised or indignant). Four hands and two mouths assaulted him with an ease that could only come from the two people in the world who knew his body and him so intimately.
And apparently they had discussed this over with each other or were so adept at reading him that they knew without speaking exactly how to compliment the touches of the other. Impossible to decide which might be right when Bansai’s fingers twisted his nipples - sharp and hard - at precisely the same moment Alucard’s mouth took the length of Takasugi’s cock.
The first time ended with his master’s cock deep in him, pounding his ass gloriously and Bansai’s between his lips, pounding his mouth gloriously. When he came, Takasugi very nearly passed out with the force of it and in all honesty he couldn’t remember falling asleep between the two of them when he awoke later caged in their limbs and the heat between all three of them. It took less than a second to decide that it didn’t matter and to go back to sleep.
More times followed that first one though none after were quite as unreal. Bansai became a fixture in Hellsing just as Takasugi had and the three of them - one insanely old vampire and two assassins - became an unstoppable team in the field. Alucard stood in the center of every battle, drawing in enemies who thought that maybe they would be the one to take down the No Life King only to find that vampire wasn’t alone and the two with him were lethal. The pair of them well complimented the vampires tendency to get so immersed in the battle in front him that he paid little attention to anything else.
The victories they won in the name of the Hellsing Organization reflected as well when it was three of them alone and in bed where that unspoken communication still guided them so eerily. The battles made the fucking better and fucking made their operation in battle smoother. A win-win in which Takasugi could not find a single fault from any angle.
It still seemed too surreal at times, like a dream from which he’d awake and mourn in the confines of his mind. Perhaps he wouldn’t feel that way if he could only find someway to name what existed between them. However it defied conventional explanations no matter how hard he tried. ‘Storybook’ didn’t fit because none of them were damsels in distress and all of them served Integra Hellsing who was even less a damsel in distress than perhaps any of them. (She was the iron maiden, a Knight of Round, and a woman who bore as kind of a heart as it was fierce.) ‘Love’ might work inside of a long enough essay detailing the finer points of loving and being loved by a vampire who might not be entirely inhuman any longer but still had little compunction about death and killing and making it last well past the point that it should, or if he found a way to include darker words like obsession and pain and breaking without making other words like faith and trust seem entirely misplaced or at worst coerced.
(Besides he wasn’t entirely sure that Alucard and Bansai felt love for each other so much as mutual respect and admiration coupled with the bond they shared in Shinsuke himself.)
Certainly the relationships he had with Alucard and Bansai were not the same and knew the same to be true for them as well. With Alucard Takasugi’s devotion was a complete thing that could have destroyed him utterly if it were not for the steady presence of the Bansai and the way the older assassin could and often did keep him firmly grounded. What kept it all together and made it work was an unwritten and unshakable trust. After all without a bond that strong how could he place himself so easily and eagerly in their hands? It hadn’t come easily but perhaps nothing that strong or enduring could come without a significant amount of struggle and pain.
It continued with Bansai holding Shinsuke’s arms out and pinned against the bed by his wrists - he could smell the other man above him and felt the heat of his body - and with Alucard’s knees pinning his splayed legs while the vampire’s fingers pried open his ass. Frustrating as hell that they sought to torture him while very nearly pretending he wasn’t even there (frustrating and arousing until he forgot all about being surprised or indignant). Four hands and two mouths assaulted him with an ease that could only come from the two people in the world who knew his body and him so intimately.
And apparently they had discussed this over with each other or were so adept at reading him that they knew without speaking exactly how to compliment the touches of the other. Impossible to decide which might be right when Bansai’s fingers twisted his nipples - sharp and hard - at precisely the same moment Alucard’s mouth took the length of Takasugi’s cock.
The first time ended with his master’s cock deep in him, pounding his ass gloriously and Bansai’s between his lips, pounding his mouth gloriously. When he came, Takasugi very nearly passed out with the force of it and in all honesty he couldn’t remember falling asleep between the two of them when he awoke later caged in their limbs and the heat between all three of them. It took less than a second to decide that it didn’t matter and to go back to sleep.
More times followed that first one though none after were quite as unreal. Bansai became a fixture in Hellsing just as Takasugi had and the three of them - one insanely old vampire and two assassins - became an unstoppable team in the field. Alucard stood in the center of every battle, drawing in enemies who thought that maybe they would be the one to take down the No Life King only to find that vampire wasn’t alone and the two with him were lethal. The pair of them well complimented the vampires tendency to get so immersed in the battle in front him that he paid little attention to anything else.
The victories they won in the name of the Hellsing Organization reflected as well when it was three of them alone and in bed where that unspoken communication still guided them so eerily. The battles made the fucking better and fucking made their operation in battle smoother. A win-win in which Takasugi could not find a single fault from any angle.
It still seemed too surreal at times, like a dream from which he’d awake and mourn in the confines of his mind. Perhaps he wouldn’t feel that way if he could only find someway to name what existed between them. However it defied conventional explanations no matter how hard he tried. ‘Storybook’ didn’t fit because none of them were damsels in distress and all of them served Integra Hellsing who was even less a damsel in distress than perhaps any of them. (She was the iron maiden, a Knight of Round, and a woman who bore as kind of a heart as it was fierce.) ‘Love’ might work inside of a long enough essay detailing the finer points of loving and being loved by a vampire who might not be entirely inhuman any longer but still had little compunction about death and killing and making it last well past the point that it should, or if he found a way to include darker words like obsession and pain and breaking without making other words like faith and trust seem entirely misplaced or at worst coerced.
(Besides he wasn’t entirely sure that Alucard and Bansai felt love for each other so much as mutual respect and admiration coupled with the bond they shared in Shinsuke himself.)
Certainly the relationships he had with Alucard and Bansai were not the same and knew the same to be true for them as well. With Alucard Takasugi’s devotion was a complete thing that could have destroyed him utterly if it were not for the steady presence of the Bansai and the way the older assassin could and often did keep him firmly grounded. What kept it all together and made it work was an unwritten and unshakable trust. After all without a bond that strong how could he place himself so easily and eagerly in their hands? It hadn’t come easily but perhaps nothing that strong or enduring could come without a significant amount of struggle and pain.