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
Fuck it.
[ He's enough of a strategist to know when he's beaten. And this part- this part, at least, is technically for Sypha. He can let Alucard see it without ruining all the rest. He gives a defeated sigh and- ]
I need your help.
[ He's enough of a strategist to know when he's beaten. And this part- this part, at least, is technically for Sypha. He can let Alucard see it without ruining all the rest. He gives a defeated sigh and- ]
I need your help.
The first thing you need to do is get off the floor.
[Which means the vampire is extending a hand up because really, Trevor. Florr?]
Then tell me what you need specifically in regards to help. Beyond heated floors.
[Which means the vampire is extending a hand up because really, Trevor. Florr?]
Then tell me what you need specifically in regards to help. Beyond heated floors.
[ One of Alucard's hands is still in his hair, and that's more than acceptable. The other- the other really ought to be on his hip. Because he needs to use his own to support his weight, like this, so the very least Alucard can do is be touching him extra to make up for it. He grabs Alucard's wrist (without breaking it, thank you very much) to move his free hand where it ought to be and then returns his own hands to the mattress.
And he probably looks ridiculous right now, or at least what he considers to be ridiculous. Eyes dark and heavy, lines of his face made to look softer by the redness of it, hair definitely clinging to his neck and forehead.
Lowering himself down enough to kiss at Alucard's collarbone, he begins to move. ]
And he probably looks ridiculous right now, or at least what he considers to be ridiculous. Eyes dark and heavy, lines of his face made to look softer by the redness of it, hair definitely clinging to his neck and forehead.
Lowering himself down enough to kiss at Alucard's collarbone, he begins to move. ]
I was studying it.
[ GOSH! ]
It's- [ He makes a few false starts at describing the problem and then sighs in annoyance. ] -it's easier to show you than it is to explain. But you have to close your eyes until we get there.
[ GOSH! ]
It's- [ He makes a few false starts at describing the problem and then sighs in annoyance. ] -it's easier to show you than it is to explain. But you have to close your eyes until we get there.
[For a very fleeting moment, Alucard considers the wisdom of sitting upright so that Trevor can just wrap around him entirely. It's a favorite way to go about this, but that's hardly the point is it? This is about soft feather beds and endless mockery, so he saves the thought for another day.
The hand in Trevor's hair keeps at the same grip it is, because it's tense without becoming painful, and he may still want to try and exert some control over this. (That is, in fact, a complete lie because Trevor's face means that he's pretty much undone. It isn't ridiculous, it's perfect.) The hand at Trevor's hip not only obliges but it hands on, pads of fingers digging into one of the few parts of Trevor that's hardly been scratched over the years.
There's no suddenness to the movement, but Alucard's also very careful when they start. Vampire speed is a joke until it isn't and someone who isn't himself gets hurt. Moreover, he needs a moment to squirm underneath all of Trevor's warm and glorious weight, because he knows it'll get a reaction and because there is a slightly better angle for this and--there.
Then he thrusts.]
The hand in Trevor's hair keeps at the same grip it is, because it's tense without becoming painful, and he may still want to try and exert some control over this. (That is, in fact, a complete lie because Trevor's face means that he's pretty much undone. It isn't ridiculous, it's perfect.) The hand at Trevor's hip not only obliges but it hands on, pads of fingers digging into one of the few parts of Trevor that's hardly been scratched over the years.
There's no suddenness to the movement, but Alucard's also very careful when they start. Vampire speed is a joke until it isn't and someone who isn't himself gets hurt. Moreover, he needs a moment to squirm underneath all of Trevor's warm and glorious weight, because he knows it'll get a reaction and because there is a slightly better angle for this and--there.
Then he thrusts.]
...Okay, you were studying it.
[Alucard will give him that one. He was asking about books to boot! And....
...Trevor Belmont what are you doing out there?]
Very well. But let me get out the castle door and down the steps first before I do that.
[Alucard is so very intrigued though.]
[Alucard will give him that one. He was asking about books to boot! And....
...Trevor Belmont what are you doing out there?]
Very well. But let me get out the castle door and down the steps first before I do that.
[Alucard is so very intrigued though.]
[ In hindsight, preparing his entire plan around being able to throw one stupid poorly-worded phrase back in Alucard's face may not have been the best idea. It's ended wonderfully, but it also means that he can't keep up this stupid game at all any more. He always manages to forget how quickly and completely this unravels him. Alucard is always so careful, so clever at finding just the right angle, and the squirming about- ]
Even this isn't comfortable enough for you, your highness?
[ It's breathy and only vaguely audible because it turns into a whine at the end. And then Alucard thrusts, and the sound that comes out of Trevor when he does is soft but it's also obscene even by Trevor standards. ]
Even this isn't comfortable enough for you, your highness?
[ It's breathy and only vaguely audible because it turns into a whine at the end. And then Alucard thrusts, and the sound that comes out of Trevor when he does is soft but it's also obscene even by Trevor standards. ]
Hmmm.
[Oh. Oh fuck this to hell, he was going to wait for this but:]
By any configuration, I assumed at this point I was the straw bed.
[His hair's even the right color. And he'll wait for Trevor to respond before thrusting again, because he so deserves to get a reaction for that line before they both unravel in full. Especially because he wants to hear that obscene noise about five more times right goddamn now.]
[Oh. Oh fuck this to hell, he was going to wait for this but:]
By any configuration, I assumed at this point I was the straw bed.
[His hair's even the right color. And he'll wait for Trevor to respond before thrusting again, because he so deserves to get a reaction for that line before they both unravel in full. Especially because he wants to hear that obscene noise about five more times right goddamn now.]
[ Acceptable. Helium balloons don't exist yet, so Trevor sadly has no frame of reference to make the completely sensible suggestion that Alucard just float and let Trevor pull him around to sidestep the problems of stairs and uneven ground entirely.
And uneven ground is a problem, occasionally in places where it probably wasn't on the rare occasions that Alucard's been in this part of the estate before. Trevor warns him, and they go slowly, and thankfully nobody falls over. And then there's a pause, the sound of something being opened, and Alucard is led forward again, and then it's closed again behind him. ]
Open your eyes.
[ It's. Very bright. It's a small building, made with a wooden frame covered with white cloth that's gone slightly transparent from being treated with linseed oil, and the sunlight filtered though the cloth is- everywhere. There are wooden boxes at each side of the narrow path through the middle of it, about knee high and filled to the top with soil.
And Trevor is sheepish, not meeting Alucard's eyes and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. ]
It's- it's for Sypha.
And uneven ground is a problem, occasionally in places where it probably wasn't on the rare occasions that Alucard's been in this part of the estate before. Trevor warns him, and they go slowly, and thankfully nobody falls over. And then there's a pause, the sound of something being opened, and Alucard is led forward again, and then it's closed again behind him. ]
Open your eyes.
[ It's. Very bright. It's a small building, made with a wooden frame covered with white cloth that's gone slightly transparent from being treated with linseed oil, and the sunlight filtered though the cloth is- everywhere. There are wooden boxes at each side of the narrow path through the middle of it, about knee high and filled to the top with soil.
And Trevor is sheepish, not meeting Alucard's eyes and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. ]
It's- it's for Sypha.
Not at all.
[ Fuck, it's difficult to say stupid shit like this. Even without him moving, even without anything else, just being connected to Alucard like this is overwhelming. But he has to do his best, because where would any of us be if Trevor could not say stupid shit? ]
The straw bed was soft.
[ Fuck, it's difficult to say stupid shit like this. Even without him moving, even without anything else, just being connected to Alucard like this is overwhelming. But he has to do his best, because where would any of us be if Trevor could not say stupid shit? ]
The straw bed was soft.
[About that Treffy. Mom figured the whole tie a leash to floating son thing out years ago, and it was effective.
But who is Alucard to complain about walking hand in hand with Trevor through the summer's heat, focusing on everything but what isn't seen? There's flowers heavy in the air today, mixed with something slightly damp in the forest. It rained recently, and there must still be puddles that remain and...
...and then Alucard's taken aback by what he's seeing. He has an idea of what it is, or at least what it's meant to do, and why heated floors are so important. A little delighted laugh escapes him first, and it's all Alucard can do to not just rush forward and explore the inside.]
It's perfect.
[He's smiling. One of those real smiles, just sheer happiness. Rarity of rarities.]
But yes, a steam line from the castle to here wouldn't work, not with the Hold as it is and not if we're still entertaining the notion of being able to move it for emergencies. But we can make it work quite easily.
But who is Alucard to complain about walking hand in hand with Trevor through the summer's heat, focusing on everything but what isn't seen? There's flowers heavy in the air today, mixed with something slightly damp in the forest. It rained recently, and there must still be puddles that remain and...
...and then Alucard's taken aback by what he's seeing. He has an idea of what it is, or at least what it's meant to do, and why heated floors are so important. A little delighted laugh escapes him first, and it's all Alucard can do to not just rush forward and explore the inside.]
It's perfect.
[He's smiling. One of those real smiles, just sheer happiness. Rarity of rarities.]
But yes, a steam line from the castle to here wouldn't work, not with the Hold as it is and not if we're still entertaining the notion of being able to move it for emergencies. But we can make it work quite easily.
[That deserves a far firmer tug and a meaner thrust. Because that was funny, and true, but still rude.]
You've only yourself to blame for that. You have made this bed, and you must lie in it.
You've only yourself to blame for that. You have made this bed, and you must lie in it.
It's- Leon wrote about it. That your father was working on something to keep Sara's people from going hungry, before they were called off to war and it all went to shit. Except he never fucking finished it, so- most of this is a guess.
He had the place heated with alchemy bullshit, so that he could trick plants into thinking it was summer all the time. And I thought that raising the beds off the ground would at least keep them from dying to frost, but I'm not certain now that it's finished, and I can't exactly light a fire in here to keep it warm because it's made of wood and cloth and oil and-
[ This is so fucking awkward, and he's not even looked up to see Alucard's face. He's not good with the 'giving' part of gifts. Or even the 'talking about giving' part of them, in this case. He likes working on this shit, he likes people having the shit he's worked on, and he hates the step in the middle. Because it involves admitting that he cares. And it doesn't help that this is him asking Alucard to fix his own mistakes. ]
-and also fuck, Pliny the Elder has a lot to fucking say about emperors who are far, far too fond of cucumbers.
[ YOUR DAD REFERENCES SO MANY STUPID FUCKING TEXTS IN HIS WORK. HE HAD TO READ SO MUCH TO FIGURE THIS OUT. ]
He had the place heated with alchemy bullshit, so that he could trick plants into thinking it was summer all the time. And I thought that raising the beds off the ground would at least keep them from dying to frost, but I'm not certain now that it's finished, and I can't exactly light a fire in here to keep it warm because it's made of wood and cloth and oil and-
[ This is so fucking awkward, and he's not even looked up to see Alucard's face. He's not good with the 'giving' part of gifts. Or even the 'talking about giving' part of them, in this case. He likes working on this shit, he likes people having the shit he's worked on, and he hates the step in the middle. Because it involves admitting that he cares. And it doesn't help that this is him asking Alucard to fix his own mistakes. ]
-and also fuck, Pliny the Elder has a lot to fucking say about emperors who are far, far too fond of cucumbers.
[ YOUR DAD REFERENCES SO MANY STUPID FUCKING TEXTS IN HIS WORK. HE HAD TO READ SO MUCH TO FIGURE THIS OUT. ]
Pliny the Elder is, indeed, a man who needs to get to the point sometimes.
[ALUCARD IS SO??? PROUD???? OF THIS?????? And just!!! He nudges Trevor gently to try and get him to look up, because he needs to see this face. Alucard knows he does, because he's thinking about this so much and Alucard's actually got a few ideas now and he's grinning even wider.]
All the sun coming in alone is going to do wonders, although when Sypha sees this I'm going to suggest a few flame retardant spells because it's still oil in the middle of the sun. [Safety first!] But we can figure out the heating, I know exactly what books to look for now.
[ALUCARD IS SO??? PROUD???? OF THIS?????? And just!!! He nudges Trevor gently to try and get him to look up, because he needs to see this face. Alucard knows he does, because he's thinking about this so much and Alucard's actually got a few ideas now and he's grinning even wider.]
All the sun coming in alone is going to do wonders, although when Sypha sees this I'm going to suggest a few flame retardant spells because it's still oil in the middle of the sun. [Safety first!] But we can figure out the heating, I know exactly what books to look for now.
[ There's that stupid obscene noise again, louder this time, an the instinct is to arch his back but Alucard's hand is there in his hair and he finds it being pulled all the harder because of his own attempts to move away and he is perfectly okay with that. ]
I'm not the one- [ and he moves back and forth a little, grinding himself against Alucard again because now he is very much the one who is being impatient and making tiny, soft pants as he does. ] -who is in anything right now.
I'm not the one- [ and he moves back and forth a little, grinding himself against Alucard again because now he is very much the one who is being impatient and making tiny, soft pants as he does. ] -who is in anything right now.
[That noise gets the happiest grin from Alucard yet, mixed with something a bit more cunning. The hand on Trevor's hip? That's gone, and now it's on Trevor's ass, pressing him even closer as the next thrust, then the next right after follows.
All the better for that grinding. Alucard's happy to have that cock right where it is.]
That is a fair point, and yet.
[They're talking too much. Time to fix that, yanking Trevor's hair in an attempt to get him in kissing range again.]
All the better for that grinding. Alucard's happy to have that cock right where it is.]
That is a fair point, and yet.
[They're talking too much. Time to fix that, yanking Trevor's hair in an attempt to get him in kissing range again.]
Fucking Romans.
[ He repeats with a put-upon sigh, because it's easier to say stupid shit than to acknowledge that he's doing something that's A Big Deal and that he's put effort and feeling into and then he actually looks at Alucard and. Fuck. Fuck. He's making that face. What is he even meant to do about that face? It's so bright and perfect and really they could just leave Alucard here the problem would be solved and all the plants would grow toward him, that smile is so bright and warm.
And- shit. He just wants to make him keep making that stupid perfect smile. ]
This was the last of it. If you want to see the rest.
[ He repeats with a put-upon sigh, because it's easier to say stupid shit than to acknowledge that he's doing something that's A Big Deal and that he's put effort and feeling into and then he actually looks at Alucard and. Fuck. Fuck. He's making that face. What is he even meant to do about that face? It's so bright and perfect and really they could just leave Alucard here the problem would be solved and all the plants would grow toward him, that smile is so bright and warm.
And- shit. He just wants to make him keep making that stupid perfect smile. ]
This was the last of it. If you want to see the rest.
...Take me in. I want to hear your walk through.
[There's a hand in Trevor's before he can protest. To drive the point home, and because he knows that face is the best way to make Trevor keep doing something, he nudges Trevor gently.]
Because you'll have to do this for her. I'm the practice.
[There's a hand in Trevor's before he can protest. To drive the point home, and because he knows that face is the best way to make Trevor keep doing something, he nudges Trevor gently.]
Because you'll have to do this for her. I'm the practice.
There's- not a lot to explain, really. This is the only thing that needs it, and you understood it the second you saw it.
[ Because Alucard's brilliant. Both of them are. He loves them both so much. And in truth this doesn't feel like enough, but it's what he can achieve with what he's good at - work and not being afraid of filth and memorizing the fuck out of every relevant text in one of the smaller sections of Dracula's library (because what use does a vampire have for texts on the best soil conditions for growing certain kinds of fruit? He half-suspects that most of the books in that section were acquired as gifts for his wife). ]
But I'll show you. Come with me.
[ He opens the door of the he-doesn't-know-that-it's-called-a-greenhouse-yet to lead Alucard into the old kitchen gardens of the Belmont house. It's split into two parts, now, with a wall between the parts closest to the old house (where the mass grave is, and the whole thing is alive with wildflowers this time of year) and the part where he's been working.
He's been working a lot.
The plants that were there for Belmont Reasons, the aconite and dogrose and hawthorne and sloe, all of them have been dug up and moved into the great mess of wildflowers. Still there if they're ever needed, but far enough away and controlled enough to not be a danger to the vampire and forming a tight barrier of thorns around the grave. In their place, the garden is- right now it's a lot of dirt, because things take time to grow. Some of them won't be ready for this harvest season (though the spinach is already showing signs of being an overachieving little shit that's going to take over everything if left unchecked, and the strawberries are already starting to bar fruit). But they're there, even if some of them are still only barely visible above the ground. Along the garden side of the wall, close enough to the mess of wildflowers to hopefully attract occupants come next spring, are five bee skeps.
And he's watching Alucard's face so carefully now, watching for any reaction at all. ]
I- don't think bee stings should hurt you. So it seemed like a waste not to have them.
[ Because Alucard's brilliant. Both of them are. He loves them both so much. And in truth this doesn't feel like enough, but it's what he can achieve with what he's good at - work and not being afraid of filth and memorizing the fuck out of every relevant text in one of the smaller sections of Dracula's library (because what use does a vampire have for texts on the best soil conditions for growing certain kinds of fruit? He half-suspects that most of the books in that section were acquired as gifts for his wife). ]
But I'll show you. Come with me.
[ He opens the door of the he-doesn't-know-that-it's-called-a-greenhouse-yet to lead Alucard into the old kitchen gardens of the Belmont house. It's split into two parts, now, with a wall between the parts closest to the old house (where the mass grave is, and the whole thing is alive with wildflowers this time of year) and the part where he's been working.
He's been working a lot.
The plants that were there for Belmont Reasons, the aconite and dogrose and hawthorne and sloe, all of them have been dug up and moved into the great mess of wildflowers. Still there if they're ever needed, but far enough away and controlled enough to not be a danger to the vampire and forming a tight barrier of thorns around the grave. In their place, the garden is- right now it's a lot of dirt, because things take time to grow. Some of them won't be ready for this harvest season (though the spinach is already showing signs of being an overachieving little shit that's going to take over everything if left unchecked, and the strawberries are already starting to bar fruit). But they're there, even if some of them are still only barely visible above the ground. Along the garden side of the wall, close enough to the mess of wildflowers to hopefully attract occupants come next spring, are five bee skeps.
And he's watching Alucard's face so carefully now, watching for any reaction at all. ]
I- don't think bee stings should hurt you. So it seemed like a waste not to have them.
[Alucard's not sure what to expect. In part because the greenhouse is so much that it doesn't feel like there can be even more to add on, but because it's so thought out. It makes so much beautiful sense. Because it's from Trevor, and because he cared enough to do it. Cares even as he still mutters that he doesn't, because that mutter is only habit now. He's cared the whole time, he just expresses it so differently than the other two of them do.
More than that, this is building on the estate. Alucard was certain it would simply become a ruin, or else there would be later Belmonts who may wish to build the home up again. Maybe one day they will, when the castle is out of wings that can be closed off due to the power of memory. Maybe one day they'll leave Wallachia and scatter, or else meet up with those more distant relations Trevor mentioned. The future is gloriously open.
He nods to the graves respectfully as they go past. It is right that all the things to protect Belmonts are growing there now, and the rest is for the living. Alucard can ping onto the familiar plants without wondering, and strawberries are going to get eaten tonight.
The future is also full of bees, which is a brilliant touch that has Alucard's face nearly in pain from how big the grin on his face is.]
An apiary. To ensure the sustainability of everything.
[Alucard pulls Trevor so very close. So Trevor can see his goddamn face.]
Thank you.
More than that, this is building on the estate. Alucard was certain it would simply become a ruin, or else there would be later Belmonts who may wish to build the home up again. Maybe one day they will, when the castle is out of wings that can be closed off due to the power of memory. Maybe one day they'll leave Wallachia and scatter, or else meet up with those more distant relations Trevor mentioned. The future is gloriously open.
He nods to the graves respectfully as they go past. It is right that all the things to protect Belmonts are growing there now, and the rest is for the living. Alucard can ping onto the familiar plants without wondering, and strawberries are going to get eaten tonight.
The future is also full of bees, which is a brilliant touch that has Alucard's face nearly in pain from how big the grin on his face is.]
An apiary. To ensure the sustainability of everything.
[Alucard pulls Trevor so very close. So Trevor can see his goddamn face.]
Thank you.
[ Okay, so moving the hand away from his hip was UNFAIR. And moving it to his ass instead was VERY UNFAIR. And he expresses how terribly unfair all of it is by trying and just about managing to bite back that noise. And that would be an excellent way of demonstrating contempt if it weren't for the fact that the noise instead comes out as a long hiss through gritted teeth and accompanied by a shudder that goes all the way through him and sounding even more filthy than it would have originally for the effort.
Fuck kissing range, because it's almost embarrassing how quickly he's coming apart. He tugs back against the hand in his hair, because he isn't going to let the vampire bring him to the edge this quickly without at least being a little bit shitty about it. ]
My own fucking plan, remember?
[ This is not kissing range. This is neck range. The bites from before have already faded into a slight redness, but his mouth goes to where he thinks he remembers one of them being, sucking and nibbling at the flesh there. And if that means tugging against the hand in his hair so that his hair gets pulled? Then oh dear, what a terrible shame. ]
Fuck kissing range, because it's almost embarrassing how quickly he's coming apart. He tugs back against the hand in his hair, because he isn't going to let the vampire bring him to the edge this quickly without at least being a little bit shitty about it. ]
My own fucking plan, remember?
[ This is not kissing range. This is neck range. The bites from before have already faded into a slight redness, but his mouth goes to where he thinks he remembers one of them being, sucking and nibbling at the flesh there. And if that means tugging against the hand in his hair so that his hair gets pulled? Then oh dear, what a terrible shame. ]
[This entire thing has been VERY UNFAIR from the start. It continues to be very unfair because for example: that noise. The way the hiss and shudder meld together and the way that Alucard can feel it ripple through him is absolutely unfair. It's not worth trying to muffle the cry in response to all of that. The noise is loud. Who's going to hear it besides the two of them?
Trevor can fight the hand. Fine. Just like Alucard can give another thrust as the words fucking plan get said because he is a shit too.
He opens his mouth to also sass back at those words, but nope. The minute Sypha and Trevor figured out Alucard's total weakness in the neck was the day Alucard was doomed Forever. Especially in moments like this, because he wants to be an ass even more, he wants to speed up his hips so terribly badly, but all he can do is grab Trevor's ass harder as that mouth returns to doing every single little thing that just makes Alucard whimper.]
Trevor can fight the hand. Fine. Just like Alucard can give another thrust as the words fucking plan get said because he is a shit too.
He opens his mouth to also sass back at those words, but nope. The minute Sypha and Trevor figured out Alucard's total weakness in the neck was the day Alucard was doomed Forever. Especially in moments like this, because he wants to be an ass even more, he wants to speed up his hips so terribly badly, but all he can do is grab Trevor's ass harder as that mouth returns to doing every single little thing that just makes Alucard whimper.]
[ Alucard's face is filling his entire vision right now and it's terribly overwhelming. He's figured out how to react to warmth, how to react to warmth even when he can't just make a stupid comment to shrug it off. This is too much. This is him being looked at the way he looks at Sypha and Alucard when they're too busy talking about some magic bullshit to see him. Being looked at in that way that it's only really fair to look at people when they can't see you because what the fuck is he supposed to do with a face that bright and lovely and perfect? ]
I needed something to keep me busy. [ What he does in the end is to busy his head in Alucard's shoulder, because he can't fucking talk while looking at that face. It's too much. His heart might just burst. And- it is true what he's saying. Because at least the first week of his recovery wasn't spent working, just on sitting here and processing everything once the adrenaline was gone, and keeping busy was an excellent way to keep him from going too far into his own head. ] You know how I get when I'm not doing anything. It seemed as good a thing to work on as any.
I needed something to keep me busy. [ What he does in the end is to busy his head in Alucard's shoulder, because he can't fucking talk while looking at that face. It's too much. His heart might just burst. And- it is true what he's saying. Because at least the first week of his recovery wasn't spent working, just on sitting here and processing everything once the adrenaline was gone, and keeping busy was an excellent way to keep him from going too far into his own head. ] You know how I get when I'm not doing anything. It seemed as good a thing to work on as any.
[That weight there is so very lovely. A bit too warm, it is summer after all, but that's not important. What's important is the fact that there's tears threatening to leak out not for sadness for once but sheer and unrestrained joy.]
Best thing.
[Because if Alucard says anymore his voice is going to crack. It probably does as he says another thank you, and he nudges at Trevor again because he needs to see that this is the happiest the vampire's been possibly ever. That's the point, isn't it? The whole thing the first time that Trevor knocked him to the floor for want of happiness instead of instinct for killing vampires was predicated on. Happy for once in his fucking life.]
I don't have any more words, Trevor.
Best thing.
[Because if Alucard says anymore his voice is going to crack. It probably does as he says another thank you, and he nudges at Trevor again because he needs to see that this is the happiest the vampire's been possibly ever. That's the point, isn't it? The whole thing the first time that Trevor knocked him to the floor for want of happiness instead of instinct for killing vampires was predicated on. Happy for once in his fucking life.]
I don't have any more words, Trevor.
[ It isn't much longer before it's too much. Another of those shudders goes down him, and another of those noises, and he chooses not to muffle it against Alucard's neck because fine, fine, he did good, he deserves to get noises.
It doesn't last long, because there's a sense of urgency to it as he returns his mouth to Alucard's neck, biting down hard. It's a sharp contrast to the stupid slow stopping and starting and teasing before, but now he's working against time, desperate to get the vampire off quickly now, before he becomes too achingly oversensitive to be any use. ]
It doesn't last long, because there's a sense of urgency to it as he returns his mouth to Alucard's neck, biting down hard. It's a sharp contrast to the stupid slow stopping and starting and teasing before, but now he's working against time, desperate to get the vampire off quickly now, before he becomes too achingly oversensitive to be any use. ]
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