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Anderson was in absolute raging heat. He knew it the instant he woke up that evening, the smell of his own pheromones thick in his nostrils, cock hard and dripping as he rolled over, trying to ignore the strong urges heat brought on. His tail was beyond drenched with scent-heavy fluid; his whole body felt like it was on fire with the desire to be filled up and knotted. Nothing about this was good timing.
Maxwell was his alpha; the powerful bishop made very certain to keep him well out of sight during his heats. But this one, it had come as a surprise- his third this year, and Enrico was gone on work. Anderson himself was due to fly out in less than an hour to deal with a vampire attack. He was the only regenerator, there was no one else who could go- so he forced himself up, gritting his teeth at the gush of slick between his thighs.
This would not be the first time he would be dealing with his heats outside of the privacy of his room, but that did not make it easier. The priest stepped into the shower, making quick work of getting himself cleaned up. Even just the brush of his own fingers against his hole as he bathed made him tremble, tail lifting involuntarily, leaning against the tile as he tried to fight down the need to be fucked. There was no time to spend getting off right now.
He dressed rapidly too, combed his hair back as best he could, half dried, and prayed that this would be over soon. The walk down the hall had every alpha in the building glancing over, the hunger in their eyes unmistakable as his scent drifted their way; several bared their fangs in vague threats, their ears pricked towards him like satellite dishes. It was dangerous for an Omega in standing heat to go out unescorted, but Anderson was so strong there were few willing to try anything foolish- especially with how he was hackling at anyone who looked his direction.
Thankfully, the pilot was a beta- although even he flattened his ears into his red hair when Alexander got onto the helicopter. It looked like he might say something about it.
"Yeah, I know." The massive priest snarled, bristling all the way down to the tip of his tawny tail. "Just go."
Although he was an Omega, he still held a place of high status among the church and his Alpha gave him even more sway. Nobody would dare disobey especially with his mood so unstable. The rest of the flight went in silence, except for the helicopter blades spinning loudly above them.
The drop was uneventful- thankfully nobody was around this side of town much, most of the structures were very run down, their empty windows looking like eyes in the dark. The building the target was using was an old warehouse. As expected, Anderson encountered several ghouls; barely even a speed bump for him. Cutting them down, one by one, took barely five minutes. Thank god Ghouls didn't care if you were in heat or not.
His boots echoed hollow on the cement floor as he stepped over the threshold into the dilapadated warehouse. There was blood on the floor- it wasn't immediately clear who it belonged to, the old door crashing shut behind him and shrouding everything further in darkness. Anderson saw well in the dark, so as he moved deeper, he became very aware that someone else was here first. Just when the complications of that hit him, he caught a very distinct, familiar alpha scent, and his stomach dropped right to his shoes. Alucard. There was no mistaking his scent. Why was the powerful vampire alpha here? Today was the worst possible day for them to run across one another.
Briefly, Anderson considered running away; he did not want to know what the unpredictable alpha would do to him if he got wind of his condition.
It was too late already. The thick musk, overlaid with such a spice of dark power, grew thicker in his nostrils and he heard a familiar voice purr from behind him, "What a lovely surprise, my dear Rival. I knew you were an Omega, but this is just too much."
Alucard had materialized like smoke, his sharper-than-average fangs shining in the moonlight, red eyes glowing bright as he stared down the Omega priest. His tail was less coarse than Anderson, who had one very much like a bottle brush that hung to his knees. Alucard's reminded him more of dripping ink, much like his hair, it seemed very much alive even when he wagged it like he was now. Whereas normally a quickly wagging tail was a sign of friendliness, nothing Alucard did ever made sense and it felt a whole lot more like a threat.
Letting out a snarl, Alexander flattened his ears and summoned blades- there was little else that could be done. He'd have to fight the vampire off and figure out where the helicopter was waiting so he could teleport there. It wasn't unheard of for Alphas to rape Omegas, especially when the omega in question was in such a strong cycle and without his own alpha around. In the past, it was viewed as a failure to protect their property and mate, leaving the Omega open to be claimed all over again. That was mostly old tradition stuff- modern society shunned such things in general. But Alucard was not from modern society. He was five hundred years old, so who knew how he might respond to an unsupervised omega.
Even at a distance of several feet away, Anderson could smell how excited he was- musk was practically dripping off the vampire. Despite himself, he felt his hole throb, his instincts begging for an alpha- ANY alpha- to fuck him. He flung the first blade toward the vampire, but instead of taking the hits like usual, Alucard melted into shadow, rematerializing way too close to his backside.
"I can smell how badly you need it, Judas priest. How badly you need an Alpha to knot you."
His words were accompanied by a gloved hand closing around the base of Anderson's tail as he buried his fangs against his throat in a vague threat to claim him. When he ground his pelvis into Anderson, it was clear the vampire was hard.
Anderson mewled, his body immediately falling slack for the alpha- instinct thousands of years in the making was more powerful than he could ever be, making the omega bare his throat in submission even as he growled, "Get off me."
Being pinned like this stoked the fire of heat in Anderson's belly like a bellows, his member swelling and hole twitching as his blades clattered to the floor from limp fingers. He didn't want it, no, but he needed it- his instinctive desire to be mated far stronger than his willpower.
The predator behind him smirked, "I think I'd rather get you off- don't you think, my rival? How would you like the dog of Hellsing to knot your sweet hole?" Alucard's voice practically oozed lust now- even as old as the vampire was, he was still just as tempted by the pheromones heat cycles produced.
"No." The paladin answered, but his tail had arched up in clear invitation; he could smell his own heat scent, arousal, and the heady, powerful musk of the alpha. The musk Alphas produced was a potent aphrodesiac for omegas, even out of heat- in heat, he was all but useless against the effects of the substance.
Something cold and wet slicked up the side of Anderson's neck- the long tongue of the vampire, trailing over the spot where an alpha buried their teeth to claim an omega. No matter how many times Enrico bit him, he never bore a mark, his body regenerating too quickly to scar. "Nngh.." Anderson tried, but the delicate rake of fangs made his submission inevitable.
Alucard didn't seem to be inclined to listen to the half hearted protests for long, his gloved hand running down the priest's trembling tail as he canted his hips so that his engorged member would more easily felt through their clothing. Thighs shaking, his weight all but supported by the man behind him, Anderson had run out of fight. He needed to be taken by an Alpha.
"Fine." He growled, face red with shame. "But make it quick."
Enrico wouldn't be happy, although there wasn't much in the way of options for him. Especially with Alucard so close, the omega priest was so consumed by his heat that he would have to masturbate before he'd be able to go anywhere- let alone concentrate on teleporting.
It wasn't a surprise when at his words the vampire's shadows oozed across him like tentacles, moving like a hundred hands as they undressed the man in seconds, the vampire almost as eager as the omega in his arms. One of his long fingers probed beneath Anderson's tail, nudging at his entrance, teasing the already soaked and desperate omega until he whimpered.
"I see why Maxwell likes you so much.... such strong heats." Alucard purred, his silky voice bringing another gush of fluid over his fingers. "Kneel down now, and let me take care of you."
That should have knocked some sense into Anderson- he did /not/ want to be taken care of by anyone except for Enrico. However, he was on autopilot, quickly getting to his hands and knees on the bloodstained floor, Alucard kneeling behind him with an eager growl, never releasing the tight grip on the base of his tail.
"Shame I don't have longer to spend on you today...you look delectable." His words were coupled with two thin fingers breaching Anderson's innards. He hadn't bothered to remove his glove- the fabric was oddly cool and smooth, apparently as much a part of their owner as his hands. Alucard knew what he was doing, clearly, Anderson keened loudly when his prostate was stroked.
His voice was somewhere between a whine and begging, and finally the omega choked out, "I can take it, just do it-"
Alucard grinned- not that Anderson could see it, facedown on the old floor, his fingers slipping out with a wet sound before being replaced by the cool head of his cock. He felt big, not quite as large as Anderson himself but certainly not small. The lubricant he produced during cycles was more than enough- Alucard slipped into his body too easily, his member filling the omega in the way he so, so desperately needed. Whimpering, the priest tried to stifle his eagerness but as soon as the man behind him moved he was a lost cause, dropping to his elbows to cover his mouth with his hand.
"Oh yes, you are *lovely*, my nemesis." Alucard commented, his voice not even seeming to have changed. Anderson could smell it though, how much he was enjoying this, their combined lust so thick he thought if anyone walked by outside the warehouse they would definitely know. The priest's ears flattened out when Alucard pulled back and slammed into him with inhuman force, their bodies slapping together loudly in the empty space. His howls would likely echo even outside the crumbling building, bouncing off the walls with each time Alucard bottomed out.
The vampire was as fast and rough as Anderson expected him to be, his hips snapping with inhuman, punishing rhythm as the priest trembled helplessly in his grip. His hole throbbed and dripped, even moreso when Alucard murmured, "I bet you can cum without me even touching you, can't you?"
Anderson didn't want to, didn't want such a cursed creature to know just how much he was enjoying being beneath him. His body said it was inevitable, as each deep thrust ran the bottom of Alucard's cock running over his prostate. Each time, he felt his stomach tighten further, pleasure tingling up his spine with mind numbing intensity. Everything came apart at once- his cry echoing through the warehouse as Alucard yanked on his tail, pulling him flush with the vampire's pelvis. He came so hard he could barely remember where he was, semen spurting onto the floor beneath them.
The sensation of icy seed and the swelling knot inside him drew the omega to new heights, all the way into a second climax as intense as the first when Alucard's fangs raked the side of his throat. Not claiming him, just threatening to, and the thought of belonging to such a monster was a thrill in that is was both tantalizing and disgusting.
Knot locking them together, Anderson was still at Alucard's mercy- not that he could gather his thoughts well enough to fight, anyway. "You are such a deliciously sensitive omega, my rival."
All the paladin could do was whimper in response. They remained tied for some time- Alucard kept running that tongue over his throat, making him shake and submit, seeming to find great enjoyment from the way he dropped lower, bared his throat and mewled. Finally, the alpha was finished with him, his knot receding. Apparently, he was bored with Anderson now, because beyond a parting growl, he didn't stick around long. The priest was left to deal with things himself, pulling his clothing on, and the look of knowing on the pilot's face when he entered the helicopter. Surely he smelled like Alucard now. He didn't know how he was going to face Enrico with this shame, nor how Enrico would react. For the time being though, he went back to his room to clean up. He'd have to face that later.