Yeah. [ And there is more kissing. Just a little more, soft and quick and approving when Alucard reaches up to touch him. ] You should just look like this all the time, then I'd never want to punch you.
[ Wow rude, vampire, florr has carpet and everything. It's soft!!! And Trevor has low standards. He moves to the the side, sliding his hands underneath Alucard's back and legs to pull him to his chest and lift him.
This is experimental again. Careful again. He can't quite decide which he wants to be - careful and restrained with so much to learn or hasty and ridiculous and indulgent with so much to do. In the end, this is maybe both, carefully and delicately and ridiculously carrying the stupid vampire around like a new bride ]
[The vampire is not rude, the vampire has standards. The vampire also opens his mouth to point out he can walk three feet, thank you but Trevor's already undercut that protest.
So apparently lounging around in Belmont arms it's going to have to be, because that is where the evening has decided to land.]
Behind you, the sofa is obvious.
[And it is. It had been moved perpendicular to one of the shelves on magic for certain speakers, and there's a blanket slung over the back (again, for certain speakers.) All green plush and just enough pillows to be comfortable without overdoing it.]
[ He puts Alucard down, laying him down on the sofa, and then sits on the floor next to it by his head, resuming the slow combing of his fingers through that long hair. ]
Wanted to try that for a while. [ He says with a grin. It's sheepish and almost, almost, regretful. But not quite. Maybe he shouldn't have done- literally any of that. Maybe he should have been gentle the way Sypha had been, all holding hands and leaning close when reading and not daring anything so improper as a kiss for the first week. But he doesn't regret it, so maybe none of it was stupid. ]
[What is it with this man and the floor, exactly? Now Alucard's just baffled, he had expected more kissing after that dramatic outburst. (And that was a dramatic outburst, Trevor can fight him on that.
But the hand in his hair is nice, and the angle that Alucard is at means he can't see Trevor's face for a while.]
[ Okay fine, it was maybe a dramatic outburst. A little bit of a dramatic outburst. At least it didn't involve being stabbed this time???? ]
If this was the way things were- that would make you happy. You wouldn't just put up with it for my sake like some weird fucking kiss-martyr?
[ This again? This again. Moving paused his weird dramatic moment long enough for him to think about what the fuck he's doing, and his stupid concerns have caught up with him again. That's why the floor. ]
...Well, that's interesting. And something to talk about later because this is all just a lot to take in. Sypha's a lot to take in. This whole thing is just...it's just a lot.
So are Trevor's feelings. Which absolutely need to take priority it seems, even though the vampire is still at ?!?!?!.]
[ He likes the floor. The floor is nice. But he stands and tries to figure out how best to actually join Alucard on the sofa. He tries lying next to him, first, which works well enough for Alucard and Sypha but less well for any combination involving Trevor. So he lifts Alucard onto his chest instead and that's terribly awkward - one leg on the sofa, one leg off, vampire above him, him trying to shuffle awkwardly into a comfortable position - but he's at least not going to fall off. ]
[ He does as he's instructed. This really would have been easier if he had just let Alucard move himself and hadn't felt the need to pick him up and carry him around. But shit, he's wanted to see if he could get away with that for a while. ]
Just- promise me you'll tell me. If you want me to leave.
[Unfortunately, Trevor's just set presedent. Because once the vampire's sorted out his own feelings, he's going to be doing that kind of shit constantly.
For now, Alucard settles in Trevor's lap, careful to try and actually determine what position is comfortable and not...not awkward. Because this is still new. Sypha's still new too, and he's certain both of them have figured out that this is that new.
So where it ends is one hand resting on Trevor's chest (which he does quite like), the other looped around the back of Trevor's neck. Knees tucked in and curled up, but his head isn't resting anywhere yet. He's not sure if this is comfortable in full.]
Mm, I promise I'll make rude remarks when you're being self loathing.
So all the time. So things are going to be about the same. I can live with that.
[ It's- well, it's uncomfortable only in how new this is, how not-quite-natural it is compared to the way things were with Sypha. Not physically uncomfortable (nothing ever really is, with Trevor). Just new and strange and without Sypha there to push things forward gradually, so he has to push them forward far too much and then immediately move back to right himself.
He can't be Sypha. Alucard can't be Sypha. Shit, they can barely even manage to be a half-decent Belmont and vampire most days, let alone anything else. So it's going to have to be a little uncomfortable, a little too quick and slow at the same time, not quite able to fit on a sofa. And that's- he can live with that, too. ]
I hate that even the knocking me over onto the ground is about the same.
[He is. Just saying.
So it'll be like this. They'll figure it out, or it'll be awkward and stilted and Sypha will come home, look at them both, shake her head and fix it immediately. Because she's Sypha, and she's better at all of this than they are.]
No knocking you over, then? That sounds like a little much. I don't know that I can manage it.
[ He finally moves his arms, now he's more or less certain that Alucard's found a position that's comfortable-ish for him. One settles against Alucard's back, the other over his hand. It's- it does feel weird. They can figure out the details later. ]
Lonely idiots, all three of us, when we never fucking had to be.
I know, I demand the impossible from you on a regular basis.
[The hand is nice. And it's squished between Trevor's chest and Trevor's other hand, which means that this is a rare moment that Alucard's skin isn't cold to the touch.]
There were other things at hand. The luxury of thought, it just.
[That isn't fucking it and Alucard knows it. So he just tuts at himself softly and lets the thought go.]
[ He doesn't move. Even if it's strange, this is- better. Far better. It's not in that painful place in between anymore, and it's not just being tolerated because for being a tremendous asshole Alucard is too fucking kind for his own good. ]
If you still want to pretend to be asleep, I don't think I mind that much anymore.
[ Okay so maybe this is taking it a big far even for him. But the silence can mean one of two things - that he's embarrassed or that he's genuinely upset. And since he promised that he'd speak up if it was the latter-
-then Trevor's just going to assume embarrassed and capitalize on this. ]
Ah well, I'm sure I'll be able to figure it out for myself.
[It is far, but there's an easy way to fix that. Why it's taken Alucard this much bullying to figure it out is wrapped up in accepting that well, this is reality now. But he's at that point, and the hand that is closer to Trevor's hair tugs him down gently.
And the rest of his head is angled up to try and kiss him, if only to get Trevor to shut up.]
[ So this wasn't necessarily what he was aiming for, because when the fuck does he ever know what he is aiming for, but it still feels like a success. He returns the kiss, but only softly, carefully, trying to see what Alucard will do if not pushed and left to decide for himself. ]
[Everything's cautious and experimental. That much is clear because the hand in Trevor's hair is there only lightly. The other one that's all tied up in his shirt has just rested there since, enjoying the warmth from Trevor's chest and just the tactile nature of it.
And the kiss itself is chaste. And then, inch by inch, moving beyond that.]
[ Chaste is fine. Chaste is- probably better, really. Chaste would have been more sensible than pinning the vampire to the ground.
The fangs are more complicated now than when Alucard was stunned into just being kissed at. There's the constant awareness that if Alucard moves and he moves at the wrong time in the wrong way, they'll graze skin and- he'd rather not think about how either of them would feel about that right now. He doesn't think he'd care (it'll hardly be the worst thing to have happened to him as a result of a pair of fangs), but there's something dark in the pit of his stomach that churns angrily at the thought of it. He doesn't really want to know what Alucard would think of it, because any option is bad.
And so for the moment, until they manage to figure out how to move around each other there, his lips remain still for the most part and he allows Alucard to continue. With returning the kiss lost as a method of expressing approval, he instead tightens his hold on his hand instead and pushes down on his pack, keeping them pressed close together. ]
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[ Only to push you onto the floor. ]
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[Moreover and more important, there's a soft sigh and:]
Can we please move onto one of the sofas?
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[ Wow rude, vampire, florr has carpet and everything. It's soft!!! And Trevor has low standards. He moves to the the side, sliding his hands underneath Alucard's back and legs to pull him to his chest and lift him.
This is experimental again. Careful again. He can't quite decide which he wants to be - careful and restrained with so much to learn or hasty and ridiculous and indulgent with so much to do. In the end, this is maybe both, carefully and delicately and ridiculously carrying the stupid vampire around like a new bride ]
Tell me where to go.
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So apparently lounging around in Belmont arms it's going to have to be, because that is where the evening has decided to land.]
Behind you, the sofa is obvious.
[And it is. It had been moved perpendicular to one of the shelves on magic for certain speakers, and there's a blanket slung over the back (again, for certain speakers.) All green plush and just enough pillows to be comfortable without overdoing it.]
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Wanted to try that for a while. [ He says with a grin. It's sheepish and almost, almost, regretful. But not quite. Maybe he shouldn't have done- literally any of that. Maybe he should have been gentle the way Sypha had been, all holding hands and leaning close when reading and not daring anything so improper as a kiss for the first week. But he doesn't regret it, so maybe none of it was stupid. ]
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But the hand in his hair is nice, and the angle that Alucard is at means he can't see Trevor's face for a while.]
Four months?
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[ Okay fine, it was maybe a dramatic outburst. A little bit of a dramatic outburst. At least it didn't involve being stabbed this time???? ]
If this was the way things were- that would make you happy. You wouldn't just put up with it for my sake like some weird fucking kiss-martyr?
[ This again? This again. Moving paused his weird dramatic moment long enough for him to think about what the fuck he's doing, and his stupid concerns have caught up with him again. That's why the floor. ]
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...Well, that's interesting. And something to talk about later because this is all just a lot to take in. Sypha's a lot to take in. This whole thing is just...it's just a lot.
So are Trevor's feelings. Which absolutely need to take priority it seems, even though the vampire is still at ?!?!?!.]
Get up off the floor, Trevor.
[Trevor. Not Belmont.]
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[ He likes the floor. The floor is nice. But he stands and tries to figure out how best to actually join Alucard on the sofa. He tries lying next to him, first, which works well enough for Alucard and Sypha but less well for any combination involving Trevor. So he lifts Alucard onto his chest instead and that's terribly awkward - one leg on the sofa, one leg off, vampire above him, him trying to shuffle awkwardly into a comfortable position - but he's at least not going to fall off. ]
Better?
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[He says that before Trevor's up on the sofa with him. Idiot is too broad so this...weird combination of limbs it is. Alucard huffs, then nudges him.]
Lean your back against the arm of the sofa, legs up on it in full, then I'll rearrange myself.
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[ He does as he's instructed. This really would have been easier if he had just let Alucard move himself and hadn't felt the need to pick him up and carry him around. But shit, he's wanted to see if he could get away with that for a while. ]
Just- promise me you'll tell me. If you want me to leave.
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For now, Alucard settles in Trevor's lap, careful to try and actually determine what position is comfortable and not...not awkward. Because this is still new. Sypha's still new too, and he's certain both of them have figured out that this is that new.
So where it ends is one hand resting on Trevor's chest (which he does quite like), the other looped around the back of Trevor's neck. Knees tucked in and curled up, but his head isn't resting anywhere yet. He's not sure if this is comfortable in full.]
Mm, I promise I'll make rude remarks when you're being self loathing.
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[ It's- well, it's uncomfortable only in how new this is, how not-quite-natural it is compared to the way things were with Sypha. Not physically uncomfortable (nothing ever really is, with Trevor). Just new and strange and without Sypha there to push things forward gradually, so he has to push them forward far too much and then immediately move back to right himself.
He can't be Sypha. Alucard can't be Sypha. Shit, they can barely even manage to be a half-decent Belmont and vampire most days, let alone anything else. So it's going to have to be a little uncomfortable, a little too quick and slow at the same time, not quite able to fit on a sofa. And that's- he can live with that, too. ]
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[He is. Just saying.
So it'll be like this. They'll figure it out, or it'll be awkward and stilted and Sypha will come home, look at them both, shake her head and fix it immediately. Because she's Sypha, and she's better at all of this than they are.]
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[ He finally moves his arms, now he's more or less certain that Alucard's found a position that's comfortable-ish for him. One settles against Alucard's back, the other over his hand. It's- it does feel weird. They can figure out the details later. ]
Lonely idiots, all three of us, when we never fucking had to be.
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[The hand is nice. And it's squished between Trevor's chest and Trevor's other hand, which means that this is a rare moment that Alucard's skin isn't cold to the touch.]
There were other things at hand. The luxury of thought, it just.
[That isn't fucking it and Alucard knows it. So he just tuts at himself softly and lets the thought go.]
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[ He doesn't move. Even if it's strange, this is- better. Far better. It's not in that painful place in between anymore, and it's not just being tolerated because for being a tremendous asshole Alucard is too fucking kind for his own good. ]
If you still want to pretend to be asleep, I don't think I mind that much anymore.
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[A record that will mean something very different soon, but for now.]
I think you've woken me up a little too soundly at this point. Little point in even trying to fake it.
[Which really means that they're here until one of them decides they ought to move. Awake. Nestled awkwardly, but still together.]
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I'll consider pinning you somewhere more comfortable next time.
[ He's not going anywhere, so he just moves his hand to push Alucard's head slightly, resting it against him, and then moves it back to his hand. ]
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So he just goes red. Which in theory, Trevor can't see because his head is on Trevor's shoulder and the sightline is harder.
That's also absolutely why he isn't replying to that smartass remark.]
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[ Okay so maybe this is taking it a big far even for him. But the silence can mean one of two things - that he's embarrassed or that he's genuinely upset. And since he promised that he'd speak up if it was the latter-
-then Trevor's just going to assume embarrassed and capitalize on this. ]
Ah well, I'm sure I'll be able to figure it out for myself.
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[It is far, but there's an easy way to fix that. Why it's taken Alucard this much bullying to figure it out is wrapped up in accepting that well, this is reality now. But he's at that point, and the hand that is closer to Trevor's hair tugs him down gently.
And the rest of his head is angled up to try and kiss him, if only to get Trevor to shut up.]
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And the kiss itself is chaste. And then, inch by inch, moving beyond that.]
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The fangs are more complicated now than when Alucard was stunned into just being kissed at. There's the constant awareness that if Alucard moves and he moves at the wrong time in the wrong way, they'll graze skin and- he'd rather not think about how either of them would feel about that right now. He doesn't think he'd care (it'll hardly be the worst thing to have happened to him as a result of a pair of fangs), but there's something dark in the pit of his stomach that churns angrily at the thought of it. He doesn't really want to know what Alucard would think of it, because any option is bad.
And so for the moment, until they manage to figure out how to move around each other there, his lips remain still for the most part and he allows Alucard to continue. With returning the kiss lost as a method of expressing approval, he instead tightens his hold on his hand instead and pushes down on his pack, keeping them pressed close together. ]
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