The challenge was: Would you write Seras giving Walter erotic pleasure 
with mind control? No physical touching, not even in same room? 
Warnings: Solo (sort of) het (essentially) old guy (definitely) smut, 
you have been warned.
 
White Room
 
Walter was nearly undressed for sleep when he felt the hands on his 
shoulders.
 
He had known vampire mind tricks for five decades, so he knew what was 
happening. But this was clearly no malicious attack, and anyway what 
point would an enemy have in creating a distraction for Hellsing manor's 
second oldest inhabitant?
 
The hands were moving down his back now, and the feeling was far more 
than a distraction. He had to sit down on the bed.
 
"Alucard wouldn't bother, especially not after all these years. But in 
that case..."
 
The truth hit him like a Harkonnen round as the sensations moved to his 
chest.
 
"Oh for heaven's sake this is insane. I'll call her on the phone and 
ask her what she possibly..."
 
The touch was on his stomach now, moving lower, caressing and teasing.
 
"The hell I will. I deserve something in return for devoted service and 
this may as well be it."
 
He lay down. The touch was all over him, stroking his neck, his sides, 
then moving up his thighs. It was relaxing at first, then almost 
unbearably stimulating.
 
The erection he had had nearly since this began could not longer be 
neglected, and he reached furtively to touch himself. But there was no 
need for that as the feel of hands was replaced by that of a mouth between 
his thighs and then directly on his tip.
 
He worried briefly of fangs but this was a fantasy, albeit a two-person 
one. He felt only lips and a long cool tongue moving on him and taking 
him in. He could certainly remember sex, but he could remember nothing 
like this.
 
He closed his eyes and panted a bit, almost not wanting the release 
that would end this experience but needing it desperately. Finally the 
mouth took him in further and he could not longer restrain himself from an 
orgasm so palpably good it was almost painful.
 
He felt one last playful kiss on his stomach and lay there feeling 
slightly weak but entirely wonderful.
 
"If I were ever-so-much younger I suppose I would march down there and 
attempt to return the favor," he thought.
 
"But as it is, I think I'd best clean myself up a bit and get some 
sleep. Pleasant dreams are a distinct possibility, I believe. I'm alone 
again now. But then again, I thought I was alone before."