Alucard \\ Adrian F. Ţepeş (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
cryptsleeper) wrote2018-11-10 11:26 pm
cryptsleeper) wrote2018-11-10 11:26 pm
[That unsteadiness is scary. But it is a sign too, a sign that this may very well be over and done. Alucard is not fully convinced. Won't be until the sun is down. But they can be home so very soon, and they will know.
(The house has no food. They'll need all of it for Trevor, for himself, for Sypha, because they have all barely looked after themselves.)
The softness goes unremarked upon. He is grateful for it.]
Mmm. It'll be too warm to use too many blankets when we're home.
[It is May now, there are no frosty mornings. Just cool ones, blossoming into beautiful spring air. Promise of summer on the wind.]
(The house has no food. They'll need all of it for Trevor, for himself, for Sypha, because they have all barely looked after themselves.)
The softness goes unremarked upon. He is grateful for it.]
Mmm. It'll be too warm to use too many blankets when we're home.
[It is May now, there are no frosty mornings. Just cool ones, blossoming into beautiful spring air. Promise of summer on the wind.]
Speak for yourself. I'm going to pretend to be Sypha and make a cocoon.
[ He's- actually feeling cold. Not in a dangerous way (okay, a little in a dangerous way, because a lot of it really is down to the loss of mass and blood). But for the last eight days he has by this point in the evening been Actually Dead and incapable of feeling the cold. It's a strange thing to be running warm again, to be capable of being a little chilly. ]
I might even drag my old cloak into the bed while you're not there to stop me.
[ That one's- okay he means it, but it's still an empty threat, because how the fuck is he going to manage that when he's not going to be able to get out of the bed? ]
[ He's- actually feeling cold. Not in a dangerous way (okay, a little in a dangerous way, because a lot of it really is down to the loss of mass and blood). But for the last eight days he has by this point in the evening been Actually Dead and incapable of feeling the cold. It's a strange thing to be running warm again, to be capable of being a little chilly. ]
I might even drag my old cloak into the bed while you're not there to stop me.
[ That one's- okay he means it, but it's still an empty threat, because how the fuck is he going to manage that when he's not going to be able to get out of the bed? ]
Is offense and recover part of your plan too?
[This is a far better view. Alucard's so glad for that kiss, even if it's fleeting. Because this is still Bully the Vampire, and oh Trevor there will be vengeance for this.]
If it is, then I can't comment.
[This is a far better view. Alucard's so glad for that kiss, even if it's fleeting. Because this is still Bully the Vampire, and oh Trevor there will be vengeance for this.]
If it is, then I can't comment.
[ Of course there will be. He's looking forward to it. ]
Not at all. I couldn't bear to offend my beautiful, beloved princeling. Except for educational purposes.
[ He maintains eye contact as he speaks, not breaking it even as he reaches for that bottle. And he has to lean a little to do that, so he could lean down to kiss Alucard's neck again. He even leans right down, watching Alucard's eyes follow him, until he's close enough for his breath to touch it. And then he changes his mind and goes back to the task of pouring a little of the bottle's contents into one hand. ]
That. [ And he puts the bottle down again and backs up, the hand hovering close to Alucard's cock. ] That was not behaving. I think you forgot what it looked like.
Not at all. I couldn't bear to offend my beautiful, beloved princeling. Except for educational purposes.
[ He maintains eye contact as he speaks, not breaking it even as he reaches for that bottle. And he has to lean a little to do that, so he could lean down to kiss Alucard's neck again. He even leans right down, watching Alucard's eyes follow him, until he's close enough for his breath to touch it. And then he changes his mind and goes back to the task of pouring a little of the bottle's contents into one hand. ]
That. [ And he puts the bottle down again and backs up, the hand hovering close to Alucard's cock. ] That was not behaving. I think you forgot what it looked like.
[You claim that now, Trevor.
There's such a breathless gasp of anticipation when there are lips within range of his neck and then never quite meeting. A soft murmur of disappointment when they withdraw, even if Trevor's taken the bottle in hand.]
I have not forgotten. You have been abusing the word all night.
[That hand is so close, and not where it should be. Alucard's learned to control himself just enough in these moments so that if he isn't in control (or meant to be in control as is so clearly the case now), he doesn't do something stupid like break someone else's wrist. But fuck if this is not agony as well.]
There's such a breathless gasp of anticipation when there are lips within range of his neck and then never quite meeting. A soft murmur of disappointment when they withdraw, even if Trevor's taken the bottle in hand.]
I have not forgotten. You have been abusing the word all night.
[That hand is so close, and not where it should be. Alucard's learned to control himself just enough in these moments so that if he isn't in control (or meant to be in control as is so clearly the case now), he doesn't do something stupid like break someone else's wrist. But fuck if this is not agony as well.]
We'll get it out for you.
[Trevor could ask for anything right now and it would be granted. Alucard's still not moving, he's also now paying attention to Trevor's heartbeat in a more conventional way. Noting that he is running much too cold, and there's going to be a lot of dealing with blood loss too.
He can do that. Easiest thing in the world. The other two have had plenty of recoveries related to that, and the warm weather means greater bounties at the market. He can cajole the local pack to bring something to the doors (my pack is very unwell and I cannot hunt).]
It's in the chest at the end of the bed anyway. Not that far.
[Trevor could ask for anything right now and it would be granted. Alucard's still not moving, he's also now paying attention to Trevor's heartbeat in a more conventional way. Noting that he is running much too cold, and there's going to be a lot of dealing with blood loss too.
He can do that. Easiest thing in the world. The other two have had plenty of recoveries related to that, and the warm weather means greater bounties at the market. He can cajole the local pack to bring something to the doors (my pack is very unwell and I cannot hunt).]
It's in the chest at the end of the bed anyway. Not that far.
Hmm?
[ He taps his fingertips lightly against Alucard, as if he were drumming them on a tabletop. ]
You'll have to point out where I've misbehaved afterwards. So I can improve. I was under the impression that I've been as angelic as I can be while still being able to touch you.
[ He taps his fingertips lightly against Alucard, as if he were drumming them on a tabletop. ]
You'll have to point out where I've misbehaved afterwards. So I can improve. I was under the impression that I've been as angelic as I can be while still being able to touch you.
Mm, and there's the problem.
[God. God Trevor's enjoying this far too much.]
You know I want you touching everywhere, and you're withholding that under the guise of behaving.
[God. God Trevor's enjoying this far too much.]
You know I want you touching everywhere, and you're withholding that under the guise of behaving.
You're going to regret spoiling me like this.
[ He's already given away where they hid (put away, he just never thought that it might have been put somewhere sensible) his cloak. In truth, he's probably not going to push it that much - they've already done so, so much for him, and he's already going to have to ask more so that he can recover in any sort of timely fashion.
But he likes to make empty threats. ]
Get me a cloth, if I get to make unreasonable fucking demands? I don't want to get blood on the bed that I actually care about.
[ He has already got blood on it. He has 100% got blood on it in the past. But there are little things like that that they have to care about and preserve anyway. Little lies, like 'there's never been blood on that bed', or 'there'll be a quieter time when they can be together', or 'they can stay with him forever'. ]
[ He's already given away where they hid (put away, he just never thought that it might have been put somewhere sensible) his cloak. In truth, he's probably not going to push it that much - they've already done so, so much for him, and he's already going to have to ask more so that he can recover in any sort of timely fashion.
But he likes to make empty threats. ]
Get me a cloth, if I get to make unreasonable fucking demands? I don't want to get blood on the bed that I actually care about.
[ He has already got blood on it. He has 100% got blood on it in the past. But there are little things like that that they have to care about and preserve anyway. Little lies, like 'there's never been blood on that bed', or 'there'll be a quieter time when they can be together', or 'they can stay with him forever'. ]
In a decade, perhaps.
[Never, in truth. Because there is death and there is accepting it, and then there is a nine day living nightmare with shrieks, noises that should never be, too much blood consumed, and a host of horrors that they will have to speak of together to heal in full. But that is not for right now.
For right now, Alucard is able to extract himself from the space that he has claimed as his, and get the cloth. There's a pile over with the medical supplies, and he does one better. He goes outside and fetches a bucket so Sypha can make water from her ice.
The bed I actually care about.
The words don't hit Alucard properly until he's back down on the floor, waiting for Sypha to get the ice not only melted but to a nice, warm temperature that will feel far better on skin than well, ice water. And there's finally a real smile on that stupid face of Alucard's, because it's the kind of shit he always latches onto.]
[Never, in truth. Because there is death and there is accepting it, and then there is a nine day living nightmare with shrieks, noises that should never be, too much blood consumed, and a host of horrors that they will have to speak of together to heal in full. But that is not for right now.
For right now, Alucard is able to extract himself from the space that he has claimed as his, and get the cloth. There's a pile over with the medical supplies, and he does one better. He goes outside and fetches a bucket so Sypha can make water from her ice.
The bed I actually care about.
The words don't hit Alucard properly until he's back down on the floor, waiting for Sypha to get the ice not only melted but to a nice, warm temperature that will feel far better on skin than well, ice water. And there's finally a real smile on that stupid face of Alucard's, because it's the kind of shit he always latches onto.]
[ There's more false horror. He is, in fact, enjoying this far too much. ]
My dear princeling, had you only asked-
[ And he finally does grasp at Alucard properly with his slicked hand, rubbing slowly. ]
I live to serve.
My dear princeling, had you only asked-
[ And he finally does grasp at Alucard properly with his slicked hand, rubbing slowly. ]
I live to serve.
[There's a pleased hiss as there is finally, finally a hand on his cock. Warm and wonderful and slick and touching exactly where it should have been minutes ago. Alucard's eyes flutter closed for just a minute, long enough to adjust to the wonderful, wonderful pleasure of it, and then he opens them again.
That look of false horror is going to just be here for a while, and he has to accept it. Which is fairly easy to do right now, especially as Alucard's hips buck upward to try and encourage more, more, more of this.]
Mmmm, usually princelings don't need to ask.
[He reaches an arm down towards Trevor. He'll grab whatever he can.]
That look of false horror is going to just be here for a while, and he has to accept it. Which is fairly easy to do right now, especially as Alucard's hips buck upward to try and encourage more, more, more of this.]
Mmmm, usually princelings don't need to ask.
[He reaches an arm down towards Trevor. He'll grab whatever he can.]
[ It's good to see them smiling again. Really, really smiling. Sypha's good at the kind of smiles that have gritted teeth behind them, and there have been a lot of those lately. The real kind is much preferable.
(Perhaps he could have died and not cared. Or turned and not cared. But he'd have always cared very much about not seeing those warm, stupid smiles again.)
There's not too much blood to wash off. A lot around his throat (and he manages not to flinch as the cloth catches against burned skin, because he can see the worry in Sypha's face as it does). A little around the arm. And that's it. That's it. No places where he's manages to claw himself, or tear at his hair hard enough to pull away pieces of scalp. No tears of blood. No deer blood or Alucard blood. There's so very little, less than after some bar fights, and it's about the closest anything can get to feeling amazing right now. ]
Like it never fucking happened.
[ Okay that's a bit much. He's still about half the size he was a week and a half ago. Still with that patch of grey skin. Still in pretty fucking horrible shape. All of them still exhausted physically and mentally and emotionally. But he's content to just pretend all of that isn't true, just to give the whole thing no power at all over them. They wrote Carmilla out of existence, no matter how deep the damage she left was. They can do the same with this. ]
(Perhaps he could have died and not cared. Or turned and not cared. But he'd have always cared very much about not seeing those warm, stupid smiles again.)
There's not too much blood to wash off. A lot around his throat (and he manages not to flinch as the cloth catches against burned skin, because he can see the worry in Sypha's face as it does). A little around the arm. And that's it. That's it. No places where he's manages to claw himself, or tear at his hair hard enough to pull away pieces of scalp. No tears of blood. No deer blood or Alucard blood. There's so very little, less than after some bar fights, and it's about the closest anything can get to feeling amazing right now. ]
Like it never fucking happened.
[ Okay that's a bit much. He's still about half the size he was a week and a half ago. Still with that patch of grey skin. Still in pretty fucking horrible shape. All of them still exhausted physically and mentally and emotionally. But he's content to just pretend all of that isn't true, just to give the whole thing no power at all over them. They wrote Carmilla out of existence, no matter how deep the damage she left was. They can do the same with this. ]
[There's practically nothing in the bucket. Nothing after the water seemed to turn red every other time. It is so wild to witness that, as wild as any of the other transformations that have happened. And the satisfaction of the Belmont is not covered in blood, Alucard moves everything away and gestures to Sypha. Trevor's not walking. Not right now.]
You'd have to look hard for evidence, at least.
[This very much has happened. They're all defined by their scars, the physical and otherwise. Alucard sees the patch of grey as he lifts Trevor into his arms, and that patch means that one day, when so much more time has passed, they will play that old game and put all of this to rest once and for all.
He stands. Trevor's much too light. There's less of him, which would be an upsetting thought on any day but today. There's less of him, but he is more whole than he has been for over a week.]
Sypha, can you operate the mirror and then take him? I have to undo most of the defenses remotely.
You'd have to look hard for evidence, at least.
[This very much has happened. They're all defined by their scars, the physical and otherwise. Alucard sees the patch of grey as he lifts Trevor into his arms, and that patch means that one day, when so much more time has passed, they will play that old game and put all of this to rest once and for all.
He stands. Trevor's much too light. There's less of him, which would be an upsetting thought on any day but today. There's less of him, but he is more whole than he has been for over a week.]
Sypha, can you operate the mirror and then take him? I have to undo most of the defenses remotely.
[ He stills, letting Alucard buck into his fist a few times before sliding his thumb over the head of the cock once and letting go. Which at this point probably seems like he's just being a shit, except for the fact that his hand travels back behind him for a moment, and he moves himself forward.
And he really has been a little too well behaved, hasn't he? Not nearly enough kissing. ]
It's 'unfair' when I do this, and it's 'unfair' when I don't.
[ 'This' being going for the neck again, licking and kissing and biting softly and only continuing to talk after a moment, the sound of it muffled by neck. ]
I think maybe you don't want it to be possible for me to behave at all.
And he really has been a little too well behaved, hasn't he? Not nearly enough kissing. ]
It's 'unfair' when I do this, and it's 'unfair' when I don't.
[ 'This' being going for the neck again, licking and kissing and biting softly and only continuing to talk after a moment, the sound of it muffled by neck. ]
I think maybe you don't want it to be possible for me to behave at all.
[There's a lower moan that follows the hiss and all the sass, because Trevor's still being a dick. And letting go.
Except the protest that you're being rude stops as soon as there is attention yet again on Alucard's neck. There's a happy noise at that, choked and so very, very delighted. There's also a hand in Trevor's hand to keep him there godamnit, because yes Alucard's plenty hard right now and trying not to squirm under Trevor's wonderful weight, but there hasn't been enough kissing.]
I think maybe you're just doing all of this to be a shit while still bedding me.
Except the protest that you're being rude stops as soon as there is attention yet again on Alucard's neck. There's a happy noise at that, choked and so very, very delighted. There's also a hand in Trevor's hand to keep him there godamnit, because yes Alucard's plenty hard right now and trying not to squirm under Trevor's wonderful weight, but there hasn't been enough kissing.]
I think maybe you're just doing all of this to be a shit while still bedding me.
[ The worst of the pain is starting to fade now, and it's pleasant to know that it won't be returning again at midnight. It's pleasant to know a lot of things. That he can sleep in the same bed as the two of them again is the one he's focusing on right now, because sleeping sounds just wonderful. It's going to be his activity of choice for the next week at least. And he absolutely intends to abuse his 'I almost died' privileges to force the both of them to join him.
He sinks against Alucard, and he feels very small right now, but it's not too much of a problem. This is okay. Everything is okay. Sypha's at the mirror now, and they're all going to be home, and by the time he wakes they'll be together again where they belong. ]
Alucard.
[ His voice is quiet, and it sounds like he's about to continue but doesn't, which is generally a sure sign that he's going to ask for something. ]
He sinks against Alucard, and he feels very small right now, but it's not too much of a problem. This is okay. Everything is okay. Sypha's at the mirror now, and they're all going to be home, and by the time he wakes they'll be together again where they belong. ]
Alucard.
[ His voice is quiet, and it sounds like he's about to continue but doesn't, which is generally a sure sign that he's going to ask for something. ]
Yes?
[He's not sure where this will go. All Alucard knows right now is that there is too light a weight in his arms and that he hates it, but he hates it least out of literally everything that has been forced upon them last week.
There's things to pack. He has to put Trevor down in a moment or two, because Home will freak out at them if Alucard doesn't drop all the protections of it first. (He has to get the doors to response to Sypha and Trevor. It's been on the to do list for a while, admittedly.)]
[He's not sure where this will go. All Alucard knows right now is that there is too light a weight in his arms and that he hates it, but he hates it least out of literally everything that has been forced upon them last week.
There's things to pack. He has to put Trevor down in a moment or two, because Home will freak out at them if Alucard doesn't drop all the protections of it first. (He has to get the doors to response to Sypha and Trevor. It's been on the to do list for a while, admittedly.)]
How could you suggest such a thing?
[ He can stay here for a little while longer. Frankly he could stay here all day and not lose interest, because fuck, those little noises that Alucard makes when he does this.
But he should probably get on with this eventually. ]
I'm actually doing this to see if I can get away with calling you spoiled princeling while bedding you.
[ And he shifts back just a little, so that Alucard's cock is rubbing against the crack of his ass. An plants another kiss against his neck. Just to be sure he can get away with that. ]
[ He can stay here for a little while longer. Frankly he could stay here all day and not lose interest, because fuck, those little noises that Alucard makes when he does this.
But he should probably get on with this eventually. ]
I'm actually doing this to see if I can get away with calling you spoiled princeling while bedding you.
[ And he shifts back just a little, so that Alucard's cock is rubbing against the crack of his ass. An plants another kiss against his neck. Just to be sure he can get away with that. ]
It'll wake you up, won't it, if my heart stops during the night? You'll know.
[ That's the closest he's going to get in a long time to admitting that the dregs of the fear are still very much there. ]
[ That's the closest he's going to get in a long time to admitting that the dregs of the fear are still very much there. ]
When there's such ample evidence--!
[Alucard tugs Trevor's hair but hard because everything being muffled against his neck is far too much right now. He's not sorry. Trevor knows the risks.
And...oh god he is such an asshole. In spite of that fact, there's only a laugh because of course. Of course. What else should he have expected than that!?]
Given that the entire thrust of this seems to have worked so far, you have a nearly complete an...!
[The thought goes unfinished. Because there's an asscrack right in the best spot it could ever be, and Alucard's instinct is to entwine one of his lower leg with Trevor's because Trevor is moving around too. Goddamn. Much. There's also a pleased noise coupled with yessss, becoming a hiss at the end that means he is absolutely enjoying every moment.]
[Alucard tugs Trevor's hair but hard because everything being muffled against his neck is far too much right now. He's not sorry. Trevor knows the risks.
And...oh god he is such an asshole. In spite of that fact, there's only a laugh because of course. Of course. What else should he have expected than that!?]
Given that the entire thrust of this seems to have worked so far, you have a nearly complete an...!
[The thought goes unfinished. Because there's an asscrack right in the best spot it could ever be, and Alucard's instinct is to entwine one of his lower leg with Trevor's because Trevor is moving around too. Goddamn. Much. There's also a pleased noise coupled with yessss, becoming a hiss at the end that means he is absolutely enjoying every moment.]
Some of us aren't nearly so concerned about being poked in the behind as his highness.
[ And yes, his entire plan consisted of 'find an excuse to throw that phrase back in Alucard's face'. He makes a noise that is very much like a growl when Alucard pulls his hair, save for that it's slightly more appreciative than a grown really should be. He doesn't mind at all.
And even if he did, it would be worth it. He rolls his hips slowly, rubbing against Alucard, and makes a big deal of just dragging stubble and then lips and teeth over his throat, not sucking or licking or biting, just threatening to do all three. ]
[ And yes, his entire plan consisted of 'find an excuse to throw that phrase back in Alucard's face'. He makes a noise that is very much like a growl when Alucard pulls his hair, save for that it's slightly more appreciative than a grown really should be. He doesn't mind at all.
And even if he did, it would be worth it. He rolls his hips slowly, rubbing against Alucard, and makes a big deal of just dragging stubble and then lips and teeth over his throat, not sucking or licking or biting, just threatening to do all three. ]
You think I'm going to actually sleep until we're certain?
[He isn't.]
[He isn't.]
Fucking mother hen.
[ It's fond, and he's not smiling, but there's a normalcy to that insult that they've not had for a little while. ]
Humor me. Would it wake you?
[ It's fond, and he's not smiling, but there's a normalcy to that insult that they've not had for a little while. ]
Humor me. Would it wake you?
[WHY. ARE YOU. LIKE THIS. YOU DISASTER POSSUM.
And why is Alucard questioning it, not when that growl wonderful to hear among all the other things going on right now. He tugs again, curious if the same noise wil follow, or if Trevor's going to find a new way to make this afternoon even more ridiculous (and wonderful) than it already has gotten.
It's impossible to tell what prompts the next noise out of Alucard, louder and less restrained than the others. Those hips, the pressure from them and the sensation of Trevor's own dick, that's wonderful. That goddamn stubble and the subsequent administrations to Alucard's neck are just as lovely, and there's a flush on his face from all the attention and sensation.]
I imagined you just wanted to ride this for all it's worth.
[He laughs because it's a fucking horrible thing to say, but so be it.]
And why is Alucard questioning it, not when that growl wonderful to hear among all the other things going on right now. He tugs again, curious if the same noise wil follow, or if Trevor's going to find a new way to make this afternoon even more ridiculous (and wonderful) than it already has gotten.
It's impossible to tell what prompts the next noise out of Alucard, louder and less restrained than the others. Those hips, the pressure from them and the sensation of Trevor's own dick, that's wonderful. That goddamn stubble and the subsequent administrations to Alucard's neck are just as lovely, and there's a flush on his face from all the attention and sensation.]
I imagined you just wanted to ride this for all it's worth.
[He laughs because it's a fucking horrible thing to say, but so be it.]
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