A/N: If you comment, please be kind, I don't do lemons all that much, so it's really weird for me.

And yes the basis of this story came from the song Virus of Life by Slipknot.

Father Anderson was out on the orphanage grounds with the kids. It had been bad weather for the last few day and all of the children were quite happy to be outside and running around. They weren't, however, all that excited when they fell and scraped their knees. And that is why the priest was there; to clean wounds and wipe away tears. Alexander, too, thanked God for the clear warm climate.

But something darkened his mood; a heavy weight seemed to weigh down upon him. He could blame part of it on the memory of what had taken place a fortnight ago and how he had enjoyed it. That wouldn't account for the feeling of being watched, which he had been suffering from since morning.

Little did he know that which watched him was closer than he would ever think. In fact they stood in the very building that he had vacated not but an hour ago. Safe in the comfort of the stone structure, Alucard studied the blonde and let himself wonder about the possibilities that the other showed. (1)

iHe wasn't all that bad. At the very least he knew what he was doing┘Not bad looking either. It's been awhile since I've had a mate, let alone a consistent one┘I think I'll make him mine. Of course I won't be bellying up every night, he'll have to take it just as well. I'll take a test drive tonight; see just how good those treads are./i (2)

Back outside the children had paused in their games and stared forlornly at the skies as water fell, slowly at first then harder, quickly soaking their clothing and hair. Snapping them out of their sorrowful revere, Anderson called to them.

"Come on kids, no use crying for the heavens, when they're doing that on their own. Let's go inside before you all catch colds. Head to the kitchen and make yourselves some hot cocoa."(3)

The priest waited until all of the kids trudged their way inside before moving again. With a sigh he closed his eyes and tilted his head up. Letting the water slide down his face blurring his glasses. After a short while he too went back indoors.

Dropping his coat off in the entry way to drip dry he Alexander headed to his study. It was his private sanctuary, where he took care of bills, adoption papers and journals documenting how the children were faring. It was one of the few rooms that had locks (4). The kids were not to bother him while he was in the room unless there was an emergency.

After locking the door he sat at his desk, lighting a candle to see by. Out of a drawer he puller a handkerchief and cleaned his glasses. Placing them back on his nose, he looked over the first form in front of him. One of the children were to be adopted, it was his job to check over what kind of family the prospective parents would be. So absorbed in his work, he never noticed when another body occupied the room.

Alucard stood in the far corner hidden by the shadows of the flickering candle. Watching as the Christian poured over the couple's history. Between memories of their last meeting and ideas he had for the times to come, the vampire had to hold himself back from taking the man then and there. He'd rather it be quick and with little fight, he'd wait until the last possible moment, when Anderson would be tired from the day and his reading. He would wait, silent and still, for almost an hour before the cleric put down his pen. The children, by now, had all headed off to their own beds; he would check in on them, and then go to his own.

"One more happy home. One less lonely child." he muttered to himself.

Glancing at the clock he stood, stretched and blew out the candle on his way to the door. He wouldn't make it very far, being intercepted half-way by a pair of arms wrapping around his abdomen. Almost immediately he felt the hardened bulge at his backside. He tried to get out of the grip but he had been wrangling children all day, where as Alucard only drank two blood bags and no struggles. (5)

"Now, now Paladin, don't struggle, especially when I know you want it."

One arm loosened but before the immortal could try to get away again a hand covered his crotched. A thumb traced the side of his thinly clad member as fingers tightened around it, eliciting a shaky moan.

"Now take it like a bitch."

A/N 2:

1- I don't know why THIS place doesn't have charms against him...must be an oversight on Anderson's part...or a plot device by the author 3.
2-Is it just me or does it seem like Alucard could easily be thinking really pervy thoughts daily?
3-I refuse to write in accents so just add them in your own imagination.
4- Bathrooms, closet that holds chemicals, cupboard with medicine, and of course the supply closet that held his weapons.
5-kids are more tiresome than fights; emotional fatigue, constant chasing, having to play games that need you to run a lot...