This fic contains explicit descriptions of graphic, deviant sex. If you don't like that sort of thing, stop reading. If you're too young to be reading this sort of thing, stop reading. If you're name is Tom Tancredo, stop reading; you're a racist fuck-twat and you shouldn't be in Congress, and you don't deserve to read my delicious, delicious AXI smut. My delicious smut is only for AXI lovers--so you're banned.

PRELUDE

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Intgera Hellsing's bedroom was a lush and luxurious paradise. When the heavy drapes were drawn shut, the room could be completely black, leaving only your senses of sound, smell and touch to guide you. And what tactile sensations there were: velvet bed spreads and drapes, Egyptian silk sheets--even on the walls hung rich, thick tapestries. The floors were luxuriant oriental rugs .

Tonight, Integra and Alucard were going to play a familiar game.

The rules were well understood and long-agreed to: they would lay side by side on her bed, facing the ceiling. Without looking at each other or touching each other, they would talk. They could say whatever they wanted. There would be no consequences for what was said. And whatever was said would never leave the room--it wouldn't even leave the bed.

"I had a really good fantasy about you last night," Alucard confessed, eyes glued to the ceiling. "I got off at least three times. And I've been thinking about it on and off all day--its driving me crazy..."

Integra scoffed, her gazed fixated in the darkness on some unseen point. "What fuels your sexual fantasies? You seem to have a new one every week. In the mean time, I've been perfectly satisfied with the same four or five scenarios about you since I was twelve."

"Vanilla, tame female fantasies," Alucard dismissed.

"They're not. They're deviant. And they get more elaborate and wicked each time I think of them."

Alucard was intrigued. They had admitted their masturbation habits long ago, but the content of their personal fantasies had always remained private, except for the most general, vague details. "What are they like?"

At that, she was a little uncomfortable. "You name it," she answered honestly. "Odds are, I've incorporated it into a fantasy."

Alucard squirmed a little on the bed. "Feel like sharing?"

"What, you want me to talk dirty to you?"

"It doesn't go against the rules. As long as I don't look at you or touch you." He smiled. "Unless you're feeling shy. And you can admit it if you are--with your little female, vanilla fantasy..."

Integra shivered, feeling unusually brave. "Only if you share a fantasy, too. And no cheating--I want something dirty. Because the story I'm going to tell you is absolutely sordid."

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To be continued

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is broken up into 4 parts; 1) The prelude, which sets up the scenario 2) Integra's fantasy 3) Alucard's fantasy 4) and the aftermath.