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
Good medical practice. My mother would yell at me otherwise.
[They're at the mirror now. Sypha has it looking outside at the castle, the castle that's hidden as just a group of trees right now. Alucard needs both hands to undo everything, and so that means for the time being, Trevor must be on the ground.
As he's lowered, Alucard presses an all too tender kiss to Trevor's forehead.]
It would. In an instant.
[They're at the mirror now. Sypha has it looking outside at the castle, the castle that's hidden as just a group of trees right now. Alucard needs both hands to undo everything, and so that means for the time being, Trevor must be on the ground.
As he's lowered, Alucard presses an all too tender kiss to Trevor's forehead.]
It would. In an instant.
Oh, abso-fucking-lutely.
[ The next tug at his hair earns Alucard a bite, and not a particularly gentle one. If it were anyone else he'd be worried about breaking skin, but this is Alucard. It won't do worse than bruise, and even that'll be gone within the minute.
Trevor is slightly less of an open book about this kind of thing than Alucard is, but there's a flush to his neck and the top of his chest, and there's an irregularity and desperation to his movement that can't be explained by 'it's trevor' alone. ]
[ The next tug at his hair earns Alucard a bite, and not a particularly gentle one. If it were anyone else he'd be worried about breaking skin, but this is Alucard. It won't do worse than bruise, and even that'll be gone within the minute.
Trevor is slightly less of an open book about this kind of thing than Alucard is, but there's a flush to his neck and the top of his chest, and there's an irregularity and desperation to his movement that can't be explained by 'it's trevor' alone. ]
Good. Just- wake me up if I manage to sleep through it, I suppose.
Because I'm that fucking tired. I think I could.
[ And with that, he just watches as Alucard dispels all of the many, many magics that protect the castle. Home. They'll all be home so soon. ]
Because I'm that fucking tired. I think I could.
[ And with that, he just watches as Alucard dispels all of the many, many magics that protect the castle. Home. They'll all be home so soon. ]
Sypha's right. You are rude.
[Because she told him about how she and Trevor came to meet, and what that very first impression was. Alucard could only laugh because it is an accurate assessment, and in these moments there's nothing more joyus than throwing it into his face.
Or tugging it into his neck, because that seems to be a surefire way to get Alucard what he wants. All he can do is shift his head a little bit more, exposing As Much Neck As Possible, because well. If Trevor's here anyway.
Mostly here. Alucard catches that slight irregularity, and nudges him just enough to get attention.]
If you're going to move beyond this...
[Because she told him about how she and Trevor came to meet, and what that very first impression was. Alucard could only laugh because it is an accurate assessment, and in these moments there's nothing more joyus than throwing it into his face.
Or tugging it into his neck, because that seems to be a surefire way to get Alucard what he wants. All he can do is shift his head a little bit more, exposing As Much Neck As Possible, because well. If Trevor's here anyway.
Mostly here. Alucard catches that slight irregularity, and nudges him just enough to get attention.]
If you're going to move beyond this...
We all could.
[Alucard begins to dismiss everything that has cloaked the castle and kept it safe. It knows him even from this terrible distance. It warms to all those commands, because them being given is a sign of homecoming. Life again.
As Alucard does so, something strikes him. And there's a terrible laugh for it.]
Nine days. Third multiple of three.
[It's fucking ridiculous.]
[Alucard begins to dismiss everything that has cloaked the castle and kept it safe. It knows him even from this terrible distance. It warms to all those commands, because them being given is a sign of homecoming. Life again.
As Alucard does so, something strikes him. And there's a terrible laugh for it.]
Nine days. Third multiple of three.
[It's fucking ridiculous.]
[ He had been in the middle of following up the bite with softer kisses (because that's the pattern, when he does this. Bite down, then soothe the bruise with licking or sucking or tiny kisses until it fades). But then Alucard pulls his hair again, and so he jut bites down again, careful not to get the exact same spot as before (because actually drawing blood would be one hell of a way to make this turn sour quickly, and he knows that he probably won't, but measures must be taken).
He rolls his hips again in response to that. Slowly. ]
Would his highness like me to?
He rolls his hips again in response to that. Slowly. ]
Would his highness like me to?
Same amount of time it takes a rock to hit the earth, if it's dropped from heaven.
[ Bible Facts with Trevor Belmont. ]
Which sounds poetic as fuck, except it doesn't fit at all.
[ Bible Facts with Trevor Belmont. ]
Which sounds poetic as fuck, except it doesn't fit at all.
Mmmmmm.
[It's a deep noise, it comes from the very pit of Alucard's stomach and ripples out. Felt just as much as it is voiced. The pattern, the amazing pattern that's always there, that Alucard adores is something he doesn't like to interrupt. But there's also the terrible feeling that he has put no where near enough effort into this as Trevor has.]
Maybe.
[It's a deep noise, it comes from the very pit of Alucard's stomach and ripples out. Felt just as much as it is voiced. The pattern, the amazing pattern that's always there, that Alucard adores is something he doesn't like to interrupt. But there's also the terrible feeling that he has put no where near enough effort into this as Trevor has.]
Maybe.
....Wait. What?
[Okay this sounds stupid, and that means everything needs to come to a TOTAL PAUSE.]
[Okay this sounds stupid, and that means everything needs to come to a TOTAL PAUSE.]
What?
[ Wow rude Alucard you were the one who made this into weird superstitious magic bullshit. ]
Only fucking thing I know about things that take nine days.
[ Wow rude Alucard you were the one who made this into weird superstitious magic bullshit. ]
Only fucking thing I know about things that take nine days.
I don't even know where to begin with...
[He just sighs. And Sypha laughs because if there is any greater sign of things being normal again, then here they are.]
We'll have this discussion later.
[He just sighs. And Sypha laughs because if there is any greater sign of things being normal again, then here they are.]
We'll have this discussion later.
That's a pretty shitty answer.
[ And so he just rolls his hips again, grinding himself against Alucard's belly and sucking softly at the latest bruise while it heals. He pulls away and drags his tongue over it before speaking next. ]
Try again.
[ And so he just rolls his hips again, grinding himself against Alucard's belly and sucking softly at the latest bruise while it heals. He pulls away and drags his tongue over it before speaking next. ]
Try again.
[ Sypha bends to support him - and shit, that's a sign that he's lost a lot of weight, that she can manage to do that unaided. ]
I'd say I'll be there to welcome you when you're back, but I don't love you that much. I'll be sleeping. I'll see you sometime tomorrow afternoon at best.
I'd say I'll be there to welcome you when you're back, but I don't love you that much. I'll be sleeping. I'll see you sometime tomorrow afternoon at best.
[For that? For that there's another pull at Trevor's hair.]
One more like that then. Better answer?
[Never mind Alucard's arched right into that wonderful, wonderful roll of the hips, enjoying the full luxury of skin against skin. He has been enjoying it, but that movement in that moment was perfection.
One more like that then. Better answer?
[Never mind Alucard's arched right into that wonderful, wonderful roll of the hips, enjoying the full luxury of skin against skin. He has been enjoying it, but that movement in that moment was perfection.
Get your rest.
[That's a command. And a request. And it's all followed up with a very soft kiss to Trevor's lips before the last bit of the castle's protections are undone. The door even opens for the two, and it is waiting. Anticipating. It wants them home as badly as all three of them want to be there.
So they go first. Alucard is, as always it seems, left behind to clean up the old place. The directive is not as dire as before, the estate resets itself after all, but he still has to gather up their things. He goes back to fetch the sapphire stone first, and he wraps it up carefully in all the bandages and soft cloths that never got used in aid of Trevor. The medical kit comes with him too, and it's deposited in front of the mirror.
Everything that's in the lab comes next. His father's notes. All of the equipment brought from home and used in aid of Trevor's healing. Back into their boxes. Back next to the mirror again.
Their clothes, their weapons, and Alucard hisses as he has to touch both Vampire Killer and the Morning Star in order to pack them away in a clothes trunk. Hurts, hurts a lot, but the Morning Star is not as bad as he imagined. (Mathias's blood, he thinks idly. Enid would have a theory.)
Everthing goes through the mirror. He leaves it on the doorstep, and he waits until Sypha sticks her head out and sees everything there that he dismisses the mirror in full. The only thing he has not sent through the mirror beside himself is the Crimson Stone, the horse, and the dog. (He is unsure if the dog can leave the premises. If he cannot, then Alucard shall come back every so often.)
He packs the mirror last of all, and then goes for the poor horse they took in ages ago. He's grown not quite fat, but he looks better than he did. He doesn't spook when Alucard approaches, and they leave the estate quietly. It is midday when they do, and there is...well. Alucard's feelings shall settle soon.
He walks the horse to the nearest farm. There's another horse in the field, grazing, so that's where this noble thing shall go too. And then, the Crimson Stone tucked in Alucard's pocket, the mirror on his back, all other things now departed, Alucard too returns home, riding an arc of light and energy that he does not feel, but knows is a proper herald for the days of summer that lie ahead.]
[That's a command. And a request. And it's all followed up with a very soft kiss to Trevor's lips before the last bit of the castle's protections are undone. The door even opens for the two, and it is waiting. Anticipating. It wants them home as badly as all three of them want to be there.
So they go first. Alucard is, as always it seems, left behind to clean up the old place. The directive is not as dire as before, the estate resets itself after all, but he still has to gather up their things. He goes back to fetch the sapphire stone first, and he wraps it up carefully in all the bandages and soft cloths that never got used in aid of Trevor. The medical kit comes with him too, and it's deposited in front of the mirror.
Everything that's in the lab comes next. His father's notes. All of the equipment brought from home and used in aid of Trevor's healing. Back into their boxes. Back next to the mirror again.
Their clothes, their weapons, and Alucard hisses as he has to touch both Vampire Killer and the Morning Star in order to pack them away in a clothes trunk. Hurts, hurts a lot, but the Morning Star is not as bad as he imagined. (Mathias's blood, he thinks idly. Enid would have a theory.)
Everthing goes through the mirror. He leaves it on the doorstep, and he waits until Sypha sticks her head out and sees everything there that he dismisses the mirror in full. The only thing he has not sent through the mirror beside himself is the Crimson Stone, the horse, and the dog. (He is unsure if the dog can leave the premises. If he cannot, then Alucard shall come back every so often.)
He packs the mirror last of all, and then goes for the poor horse they took in ages ago. He's grown not quite fat, but he looks better than he did. He doesn't spook when Alucard approaches, and they leave the estate quietly. It is midday when they do, and there is...well. Alucard's feelings shall settle soon.
He walks the horse to the nearest farm. There's another horse in the field, grazing, so that's where this noble thing shall go too. And then, the Crimson Stone tucked in Alucard's pocket, the mirror on his back, all other things now departed, Alucard too returns home, riding an arc of light and energy that he does not feel, but knows is a proper herald for the days of summer that lie ahead.]
[ It's been two months.
Trevor still has a long, long way to go before he's in anything close to the shape he was in before the bite (he may not ever be, not quite, always just a little more fragile and quick to succumb to illness than he was before, but they're all trying to focus on his improving health for now rather than the fact that there may be a limit to those improvements), but he's at least in decent health again. It was after about two weeks that it was deemed safe to let him wander about the area around the castle without supervision, which was good, because much as he adores the other two he does also like being left to himself an not cooped up in the castle when it's perfectly nice outside.
He's been spending a lot of time at the old Belmont house, since then. The other two tend to leave him alone, there, and he can work in peace. And he is working. It's easy to tell that he's working on something because he's taking a frankly uncharacteristic amount of baths to hide the evidence of it. The rest of the evidence- hiding that relies upon trusting the other two not to pry into his business. Which even Sypha is fairly respectful of, at least as far as the old house is the business in question. It's kind of an open secret between the three of them - there's no real hiding it properly, but Alucard and Sypha just refrain from asking or from looking.
(The only room that sees any use that overlooks the old Belmont house is Dracula's study, because of course even in being captured and dragged across Wallachia the castle would position itself so that Dracula could watch over his old foes, and that room's thick curtains were always drawn closed.)
But he's inside today, even though the day is bright and dry, with a cooler breeze than is common this time of year that makes it perfect for work. And he is, of course, inspecting his old friend. The floor. ]
The floors are warm in winter. [ He says as Alucard walks past, apparently having given up on trying to figure this shit out himself. ] How does that work?
Trevor still has a long, long way to go before he's in anything close to the shape he was in before the bite (he may not ever be, not quite, always just a little more fragile and quick to succumb to illness than he was before, but they're all trying to focus on his improving health for now rather than the fact that there may be a limit to those improvements), but he's at least in decent health again. It was after about two weeks that it was deemed safe to let him wander about the area around the castle without supervision, which was good, because much as he adores the other two he does also like being left to himself an not cooped up in the castle when it's perfectly nice outside.
He's been spending a lot of time at the old Belmont house, since then. The other two tend to leave him alone, there, and he can work in peace. And he is working. It's easy to tell that he's working on something because he's taking a frankly uncharacteristic amount of baths to hide the evidence of it. The rest of the evidence- hiding that relies upon trusting the other two not to pry into his business. Which even Sypha is fairly respectful of, at least as far as the old house is the business in question. It's kind of an open secret between the three of them - there's no real hiding it properly, but Alucard and Sypha just refrain from asking or from looking.
(The only room that sees any use that overlooks the old Belmont house is Dracula's study, because of course even in being captured and dragged across Wallachia the castle would position itself so that Dracula could watch over his old foes, and that room's thick curtains were always drawn closed.)
But he's inside today, even though the day is bright and dry, with a cooler breeze than is common this time of year that makes it perfect for work. And he is, of course, inspecting his old friend. The floor. ]
The floors are warm in winter. [ He says as Alucard walks past, apparently having given up on trying to figure this shit out himself. ] How does that work?
One more.
[ And- well. He didn't say one more what. So one more of all of it. One more very deliberate roll of his hips (and fuck, he's starting to frustrate himself with how slow he's being about this when all he wants to do right now is to mount Alucard properly and ride him until he ends up with another fucking broken wrist. It's only the fact that it's annoying the vampire that's helping him maintain any sort of composure at all). One more bite, a little harder than before, at the other side of his neck (and he's starting to test the limits of what he's certain he can do safely with that, so this is as far as he'll take it. Just kisses, after this, and if that drop in intensity annoys the vampire then good.) followed by one more long open kiss above it, lips and tongue moving over the bite to soothe it. He reaches behind him and gives one more light, teasing stroke of Alucard's cock.
And he's flushed when his face comes up from Alucard's neck, and his voice is thick and breathy, but there's the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. ]
And then I stop. Was that it?
[ And- well. He didn't say one more what. So one more of all of it. One more very deliberate roll of his hips (and fuck, he's starting to frustrate himself with how slow he's being about this when all he wants to do right now is to mount Alucard properly and ride him until he ends up with another fucking broken wrist. It's only the fact that it's annoying the vampire that's helping him maintain any sort of composure at all). One more bite, a little harder than before, at the other side of his neck (and he's starting to test the limits of what he's certain he can do safely with that, so this is as far as he'll take it. Just kisses, after this, and if that drop in intensity annoys the vampire then good.) followed by one more long open kiss above it, lips and tongue moving over the bite to soothe it. He reaches behind him and gives one more light, teasing stroke of Alucard's cock.
And he's flushed when his face comes up from Alucard's neck, and his voice is thick and breathy, but there's the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. ]
And then I stop. Was that it?
[Alucard knows the entire reason for this shit is because he reacts. He knows it in his heart, but he can never quite stop the reaction, be it to relentless mockery or edging things just far enough in bed. That means he takes some joy in it, and sometimes, the reasons for that joy is clear.
Because with that roll of Trevor's hips, Alucard grinds back up against him far more assertively than anything so far. With all the administrations to his neck there's a louder noise of pleasure, and when Trevor pulls away, there's only one thing to do: fix that.
Trevor's hair is still in Alucard's hand, so after taking just long enough to admire that flush faced, there is a yank so Alucard can put his lips to Trevor's and get everything he needs to say across. There is no grace to the kiss, it's all teeth and lips and the barest bit of fang, happy to betray that he's really, really far too into all of this but wouldn't it be a shame if Alucard finished before Trevor could even do anything? Maybe a bit of desperation in there too. Alucard's aware that "make the vampire come undone" is also a sport.]
Because with that roll of Trevor's hips, Alucard grinds back up against him far more assertively than anything so far. With all the administrations to his neck there's a louder noise of pleasure, and when Trevor pulls away, there's only one thing to do: fix that.
Trevor's hair is still in Alucard's hand, so after taking just long enough to admire that flush faced, there is a yank so Alucard can put his lips to Trevor's and get everything he needs to say across. There is no grace to the kiss, it's all teeth and lips and the barest bit of fang, happy to betray that he's really, really far too into all of this but wouldn't it be a shame if Alucard finished before Trevor could even do anything? Maybe a bit of desperation in there too. Alucard's aware that "make the vampire come undone" is also a sport.]
[There had been an order to things after getting home. Alucard, in spite of his exhaustion, did not sleep. He stayed up for the hour when the turning would have begun, and then lingered until midnight when a reset would have occurred. There was nothing, glorious, beautiful nothing, and then out he went to talk to the local wolf pack.
A long discussion. They had noticed he was not home (his den was gone entirely), and there is assurance of food to be brought to the front door. The sun rises before all is agreed to, and at that point, Alucard decides that he ought to just go to town and take care of matters at the market. There is no food at all in the castle, and all three of them need to eat so terribly.
It is only after returning, laden with groceries and meat and milk and everything else that the castle lacks, that he goes to bed. And remains there for four full days, asleep and refusing to let Trevor go. Sypha has to gently undo those too possessive arms for the important things, like bathroom trips, and perhaps Alucard shouldn't have slept because that means four days of Sypha's cooking.
He's given the speech to the rest of Europe's vampires. Made it clear that any additional fuckery will not be tolerated, and he's done it with the Crimson Stone in his hand for nothing more than a bit of theatre. They've had visitors now, those making it clear that he has their loyalty, and as much as Alucard hates to become even a fraction of what his father was, he knows that this is better than what the three have endured otherwise.
The rest is simple. It is caring for the two again as intensely and lovingly as he ever has, a greater emphasis placed on recovery. Hardly the same type that he underwent (that scar game is a ways away), but he knows the outline of it now. The benchmarks for improvements. And he watches Trevor meet each one with such a relief that he nearly cries from it every time.
Best of all is Trevor's outside. Outside and doing...something...most days, except for here. And now. Because he's on the floor, because goddamnit the man loves floors too much.]
Steam and vents. The Romans did it a millennia ago. [He's more than a little concerned by the question, and he walks over to where Trevor is.] Why?
A long discussion. They had noticed he was not home (his den was gone entirely), and there is assurance of food to be brought to the front door. The sun rises before all is agreed to, and at that point, Alucard decides that he ought to just go to town and take care of matters at the market. There is no food at all in the castle, and all three of them need to eat so terribly.
It is only after returning, laden with groceries and meat and milk and everything else that the castle lacks, that he goes to bed. And remains there for four full days, asleep and refusing to let Trevor go. Sypha has to gently undo those too possessive arms for the important things, like bathroom trips, and perhaps Alucard shouldn't have slept because that means four days of Sypha's cooking.
He's given the speech to the rest of Europe's vampires. Made it clear that any additional fuckery will not be tolerated, and he's done it with the Crimson Stone in his hand for nothing more than a bit of theatre. They've had visitors now, those making it clear that he has their loyalty, and as much as Alucard hates to become even a fraction of what his father was, he knows that this is better than what the three have endured otherwise.
The rest is simple. It is caring for the two again as intensely and lovingly as he ever has, a greater emphasis placed on recovery. Hardly the same type that he underwent (that scar game is a ways away), but he knows the outline of it now. The benchmarks for improvements. And he watches Trevor meet each one with such a relief that he nearly cries from it every time.
Best of all is Trevor's outside. Outside and doing...something...most days, except for here. And now. Because he's on the floor, because goddamnit the man loves floors too much.]
Steam and vents. The Romans did it a millennia ago. [He's more than a little concerned by the question, and he walks over to where Trevor is.] Why?
Fucking Romans.
[ ...does he have a reason for sounding so very put upon by that? Probably not.
He pulls himself into a sitting position, huffing. Steam and vents sounds like machine shit. Which is slightly better than magic shit in that there's an actual pattern to it all. But they may as well be one and the same for all he's capable of doing anything with them, because at some point or another machine shit always comes to rely on the castle's engines and those things make no fucking sense at all. ]
Vents means it has to be connected to the castle, doesn't it? So it wouldn't work outside of it.
[ ...does he have a reason for sounding so very put upon by that? Probably not.
He pulls himself into a sitting position, huffing. Steam and vents sounds like machine shit. Which is slightly better than magic shit in that there's an actual pattern to it all. But they may as well be one and the same for all he's capable of doing anything with them, because at some point or another machine shit always comes to rely on the castle's engines and those things make no fucking sense at all. ]
Vents means it has to be connected to the castle, doesn't it? So it wouldn't work outside of it.
Correct on both accounts. At the moment, I cannot think it advisable to dig underneath the castle to any extent, for extremely obvious reasons.
[SYPHA STILL BROKE IT.]
But the Romans did not have a magic demon castle, Belmont.
[SYPHA STILL BROKE IT.]
But the Romans did not have a magic demon castle, Belmont.
[ The kiss is too much, he's taken this about as far as he can bear to take it. Patience has never been one of his virtues. He kisses back with the same intensity, only really putting in any effort to avoiding the fangs because if there's one thing that's all too likely to stop this tragically quickly it's Alucard getting the taste of blood in his mouth. And fuck he likes having Alucard's hand in his hair. He gives him one last stroke, just to make sure he's still slick, as he breaks the kiss. ]
Apologies, your highness. I forgot that princelings shouldn't need to ask.
[ He's going to be using all his remaining self-control on being a shit. Because if he's going to be stopping this now then the least he can do is to continue being a mouthy fucker instead of just sighing and moaning and whispering Alucard's name. Which he has been known to do, but which he can never really look back on and think of as funny.
There's no shit-eating grin this time, though. Just an expression of slight effort and not-so-slight contentment as he finally, finally lowers himself onto his stupid beautiful vampire. ]
Apologies, your highness. I forgot that princelings shouldn't need to ask.
[ He's going to be using all his remaining self-control on being a shit. Because if he's going to be stopping this now then the least he can do is to continue being a mouthy fucker instead of just sighing and moaning and whispering Alucard's name. Which he has been known to do, but which he can never really look back on and think of as funny.
There's no shit-eating grin this time, though. Just an expression of slight effort and not-so-slight contentment as he finally, finally lowers himself onto his stupid beautiful vampire. ]
Could have fooled me, with the amount of fucking notes your dad made about the shit they did have.
[ He has, apparently, been reading. His shoulders slump, in the way they so often do when he finds an unforeseen flaw in a plan that he'd thought was solid. ]
Well. Fuck.
[ He has, apparently, been reading. His shoulders slump, in the way they so often do when he finds an unforeseen flaw in a plan that he'd thought was solid. ]
Well. Fuck.
I just don't enjoy seeing any man practicing self denial, especially when they're otherwise so very brazen.
[There. That's the last of the smartassedness for now (at least until they're finished because one has just bubbled up to the surface and Alucard is also a jackass. The rest, the rest is just wonderful warmth enveloping him. Trevor runs warm during these moments anyway, nearly Sypha levels, and then there's watching his face.
That face is unfair on every single level, and the vampire thinks he can be forgiven for just lying back and watching it. There's beauty of it's own there, that complete satisfaction, and Alucard doesn't move until Trevor's gotten himself well and comfortable.]
[There. That's the last of the smartassedness for now (at least until they're finished because one has just bubbled up to the surface and Alucard is also a jackass. The rest, the rest is just wonderful warmth enveloping him. Trevor runs warm during these moments anyway, nearly Sypha levels, and then there's watching his face.
That face is unfair on every single level, and the vampire thinks he can be forgiven for just lying back and watching it. There's beauty of it's own there, that complete satisfaction, and Alucard doesn't move until Trevor's gotten himself well and comfortable.]
I heard nothing.
[Alucard smiles. Innocently. Because honestly, he still has no idea what the fuck Trevor's doing.]
I can tell you what part of the library the books are located at and leave you to your own research.
[Alucard smiles. Innocently. Because honestly, he still has no idea what the fuck Trevor's doing.]
I can tell you what part of the library the books are located at and leave you to your own research.
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