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[Hellsing] Before the

Title: Before the
Fandom: Hellsing
Characters: Maggiore, Schrodinger
Pairing: Major / Schrodinger
Prompt: chair
Rating: NC-
Part 17: 1 / 1
Beta: mapi_littleowl
Warning: Oral ! Sex, pwp, shota, yaoi
Spoiler: Vol 5
Word Count: 2026 ( Contaparole )
Summary : Before arriving in Europe, Major takes a little time.
Notes: Written for the fourth edition of P0tn Fest organized by the community fanfic_italia .
Discaimer: Hellsing and its characters belong to Kouta Hirano and therefore I do not gain anything except the taste of I want to do them * evil laugh *.


The point where he is - sitting comfortably in the spotlight, up, to witness the spectacle of which he is founder, director and actor as if it were in the forefront - is immersed in ' darkness, although the screens around him dazzle all with their bright lights. He likes this situation, it gives you a sense of power that he loves more than anything else, the ability to observe without being seen, an invisible God who laughs at the expense of ordinary mortals who live and crawling under him.
"It's fun, eh, Major," a silvery voice and insulting him turn the head, draw attention away from his artwork, and the man bends upward at an angle of the mouth, wrinkling even more grease on his cheek. "How could it be otherwise?" Calls, while the newcomer along the few yards that separate it from him and sits down, resting her head against his knee blonde, and then extends a hand to his head, stroking with delicate ears of the cat spewing in her hair. "Everything is going exactly as planned, we are on time, Lt. Van Winkle has completed his mission so dear and my plan comes to life before my eyes that I should not even make the slightest effort to make it happen . Is not that wonderful, Marshal Schrodinger?
Schrodinger laughs. "She really is a lazy man, Major! It is not even willing to make effort to carry out his plan. But he is not ashamed? "This time is the Major, laughing. "Why should I?" He says, starting to scratch gently behind the ear feline Marshal. "Making hard work has never been at the center of my favorite activities. And I do not think I have ever done a mystery ... "
" No, no one has ever done, "Schrodinger argues, but his tone is different now, the lower, more relaxed, and his throat gasps escape low and long as he rubs his cheek against the knee of the other man. "But I thought that at least the excitement of the battle were able to overcome his laziness." From his lips escapes another sound, higher, similar to the cast of cats, and Major found that it is a really nice sound. Not as much as the screams of pain of the wounded soldiers on the battlefield or shots fired in bursts from a machine gun, but nice.
"Maybe I'm lazier than you think," he says, suddenly, not just the words into the air around them stops to caress the hair of the boy. Schrodinger turns shooting at him, violet eyes wide open, but soon encounters the gaze of the man seems to read in his eyes all that the majority did not need to tell him.
"She is really incredible , Major. Not alone can not deal with this ?
Major shrugs and folds the more the angle of the mouth. "I told you, right? Maybe I'm really much more lazy than you think ... "Schrodinger snorts and then, without saying a word, turns around, kneels down, annoyed and shakes his head from side to side while continuing to repeat - High voice, because he does not care that Major feel it - She really is the laziest man in the world! The
quickly unbuttoning his pants white and then, after getting rid of the underwear elastic too is facing the small penis of Major. He passes his lips sensually and then, like a cat ready to attack an unsuspecting bird resting on the sill, you sling on it with an open mouth and licks it to taste. Major lets out a faint gasp from her throat when the boy's hot breath caress her privacy sensitive, and then extends again rests on the one hand and the Schrodinger blond hair behind her ears, dark and twisted a finger in a few clear clumps, string, and the language of the young Marshal runs through its limited length, up and down continuously.
"It is not ephemeral, the pursuit of carnal pleasure?" His voice is low, barely a whisper, but in the silence that echoes around them like a grenade exploding among a group of soldiers unprepared for death and so stop doing what Schrodinger and he was doing, his tongue still outside, raise your head to look with eyes wide open and eyebrows raised man above it. Major returns his gaze as if he did not understand the reason that drove the boy to stop and the Marshal, having beaten several times eyelids, understands and shakes his head from side to side. "But is it possible that she should speak in such a situation?"
Major laughs, throwing her head backwards, and then tightens even more fingers through his hair and gently helped if the person pulls back against. Schrodinger mutters something very similar to She is really amazing! and then returns to deal with the task he was assigned as the Major, on top of him, lets out a grunt excitedly before continuing to talk.
"The rumors are what distinguishes humans from beasts, are proof that we have learned to perfect the language used by our forefathers. Men should be forced to talk all the time, as they are forced to fight ... "another grunt interrupted his speech and can not Schrodinger fail to fold their lips into a smile when he thinks fun to finally be able to make him feel a bit 'shut up. Dying to let them see, in fact, to tell him: Why not now speak more? But he has just finished saying that men should always be forced to talk about? but now his mouth is busy, full, and the capture of Major is too strict because he can break free and escape long enough to give air to his thoughts. The Young Marshal
stifles a giggle in the throat and then slowly begins to move his head back and forth, sucking, to slide the tip of the tongue member on the other man's now erect and hard - like a cat that, stuck his paw into the lair of a mouse, look at all modes of bundled him out of the closet - but just at that moment, Major sighs, relaxed against the chair back, and since now it is certain that Schrodinger will complete his tenure decides to reward him. Move your fingers twisted in his hair blond in a circle, where he knows he likes, and the boy can not help but miss some of the throat that vibrate cast on his tongue and across her mouth.
A shiver shakes her man sat back and Major throws his head back, eyes open, look for opaque lights that shine behind and above him, to see the giant screens that seem to be solid walls designed to protect his plan. It does not know whether to increase his excitement is these movements of the head or between his legs. "But in the end ... who cares that you have, you know? "
Schrodinger raises his eyes again on the man, trying to figure out if that question was directed to him or to an unseen listener, but when he notices his head bent his eyes and imagine lost in who knows what thoughts he understands that it is better for him to continue and complete its task. He started sucking with more energy, to move his head back and forth faster with the help of his hands, resting on the knees of the other fat man, and Major - always staring at the sky and the mind lost in the sordid details prepared to perfection - more open lips, to allow air to enter and leave him more freely.
"He starts to really hot. Do not you agree? "His voice is more acute now less secure, but nevertheless he is not silent. Is not able to enjoy the silence, is unable to accept that they can escape from his lips sounds rough, grunting sterile in themselves. He will not be like an animal, will never allow his mind to detach from his body and wander for some time put in a situation different from that in a world of oblivion where the room around him, the soft armchair that supports it does not exist, and so starts to speak and the words escape his lips like a river in flood.
disconnected words or inducements are not due to the pleasure he feels at that moment, no. With a low voice - so they can hear only Schrodinger - Major recounts details of his plan, the tasks assigned to each of them, the resounding successes and failures that allowed his wish came true and then, when it is became difficult for him to stick to his lucidity and his reasoning, his fingers tightening on the skin that covers the arm of the chair, as if it were his lifeline, and at the exact moment in which empties into the mouth and face of the young Marshal, cries the fulfillment of his revenge.
"Now it is really over," he says, when the orgasm finally abandoned his body, and after he relaxed against the back soft and have often inspired and exhaled deeply, finally lowers his gaze and his eyes still full of small spots and colorful - caused by the time he spent staring at the screens - looking back to Schrodinger. It is on the ground, still kneeling, and his language flows on the lips and fingers stained with semen, licking it like it was cream. He does not realize immediately the look of the other man, but when it considers that it has a duty to clean up his head, meeting. "I hope you enjoyed yourself, Major," says, standing up and leaning both hands on her hips slimmer. "Even though I highly doubt it, since that has not stopped a second to talk nonsense."
"I have spoken at random," says the other man, bending a corner of the mouth upward. "I think I said something sensible ... am I wrong? "
Schrodinger laughs, throwing her head back. "He may have said some sensible things, but at times you should try to focus more on what you're doing," he shakes his head from side to side, bending his lips in an amused smile. "She is really incredible ..."
"This is the third time that you mention it. I should start thinking that this is not a compliment? "
'Just think' what you think," Schrodinger's reply, laughing, and then glanced between the stern and amused, raising his chin and tilting just head to one side. "But apart from anything else I think I need to do something for the ," he continued, winking in the direction of the flap of Staff, is still open, and the limp penis protruding from above the elastic of underwear. "I do not want to stay like this all night, I hope."
As if it were only realized in that moment of what had just happened, Major looks down, past the massive belly. "I really think you're right. A I had not thought ... "murmured, ignoring the amused comment of Marshal watching him with a frown arrogant, happy to finally be able to get him out of his adoratissimo plan. The man shrugs his shoulders, shaking her head from side to side. "Go and call Doc and tell him that I absolutely need something to cleanse," she says, unable to hide the note in his voice that vibrates excited at the thought that, from there a few hours, it finally managed to unleash Hell on earth. "We do not want to introduce into this state by Integra Hellsing, is not it?"