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A butler like himself wasn’t supposed to be this weak, especially not the butler of the Hellsing Organization.
His limbs ached, a swirl of nausea creeping through his sweaty and flushed skin. The clothes he wore dampened even through the fabric, his head swayed as though he had spun in circles for an undocumented amount of time. He tried to sit back against his spacious bed, but the feeling still persisted. He gripped the sheets beneath manicured fingernails, biting his lip and gulping down bile. The stale air reeked of blood and sweat, mixed with a weird taste of oil and metal. Walter finally pushed himself upwards, letting out a weak groan as he did. He cursed under his breath, only wishing he could light a cigar just about now. On the bright side, Sir Integra had cut him just a little bit of grace due to his condition and status within the Organization. That didn’t mean she had spared him, however. He still felt that sickened gaze of hatred every time she laid eyes on him, and he could only imagine how much worse it was for Alucard.
He ran a hand through his messy and disheveled hair, the texture greasy against his tips and caught along his sharp nails. A loose button-up hung from his body, his bump just barely concealed by the thin white fabric. He wore a thin black pair of boxers, which clung to his upper thighs with discomfort. His attire was not appropriate for a servant of Hellsing, yet nothing about his situation was appropriate at all. Walter reached for his laid-out pair of clothes, steamed and freshly washed. He lacked any motivation to put them on, to conceal his dirty secret and get on with his day, or to meet Integra’s disapproving gaze.
Just as he was about to unbutton his shirt, he felt a large hand lay itself against his stomach. The white-haired captain nuzzled his face into the crook of his neck, letting out a little yowl of happiness.
Walter bit back a sigh and smiled gently, "And what has got you so excited?"
The Captain did not respond, instead he pushed the butler to the bed and further pushed himself against his body. His towering form loomed overhead, taking care not to disturb his mate's baby bump. He grunted and refused to let up, his large hand curling against the other man's wrists. Given the possessive gleam in his eyes, one word floated through Walter's mind.
"Mine."
"Am I yours?" he cooed, stroking his perked-up ears beneath snow-white strands of hair.
Nod. Nod.
Thump.
"Do you love me?"
Hans stopped, his eyes shrinking at the question. He stared in silence, deep into those grayish-blue eyes of his. His hands let go, reaching up to cup his face. He bent down and kissed him tenderly, his tongue slipping with ease through Walter's mouth. The answer was immediate, the wagging of his tail making it clear.
Walter closed his eyes and kissed back, stifling a gentle whine as he did. He wrapped his limbs around his body and pulled him close, refusing to pull away even for just a moment. Despite his mistake, despite possibly carrying another alpha's baby, this beast of a creature still loved him regardless. The Captain finally pulled away, breathing heavily into his mouth. He lay down beside him, pulling the butler into his arms with an air of possession. Pressing a kiss to his forehead, his nose brushed against the other man's.
He could stay like this forever, forever in the arms of his mate. Both of them could, no worries and troubles of the damned world before them. Just tender kisses and cozy cuddles, something akin to paradise.
But like all good things, they must come to an end eventually.