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. ]
[He's figured out fangs with Sypha. All it really requires is paying just a little bit more attention to the direction of things, and some knowledge of the other's own instincts. (What it translates into is starting from square one with Trevor.) It's another reason he's going slowly, there's no reason to accidentally draw blood aside from stupid, over eagerness that would just spoil whatever the hell it is that's just happened.
The kisses deepen after a few more softer minutes of determining what feels right, what Alucard likes in all of this. (He's probably being selfish. At least, that's the thought that will happen later.) Lips parted slightly more. Hoping Trevor will allow things to go beyond.
They're closer than before, aren't they? Alucard's hand moves down Trevor's chest slowly, then back up it. Hm. That he likes.]
[ It's easier for him to be amused than flattered, so that's what he settles on when Alucard moves his hand over his chest and then the kisses grow deeper. And there's- more to be amused by than he'd expected, because the way Alucard is going about this is so fucking scientific. Testing something out, considering it, watching him, coming to some kind of conclusion and then testing something only slightly different. The same kiss, but at the corner of the mouth this time. Then with lips a little further open. It's not just the actions that are careful and controlled, even as the kisses grow deeper, but the method behind them.
It is so very like him. And it's so very precious. And Trevor considers himself an Actual Saint for not breaking the kiss to call him out on it and laugh.
He does allow, trying to match Alucard as best he can, starting to return the kisses more deeply as he gets a feel for the patterns behind Alucard's movements and can do so safely. ]
[Leave it to Alucard to be doing all of this scientifically without even considering that it's science. This, to him, was just the obvious thing to do. It wasn't like he sat down with an entire experimental kissing plan. He had no time to do that, and Alucard's pretty sure that if you did that, you really needed to sit down and look at your life choices.
It's all to say that yeah, Trevor, good call on not saying anything. He'd just get huffy and stop. That'd just be sad.
The returned kisses make some kind of happy noise in the back of the vampire's throat. Muffled a bit, but he keeps to where they are for the time being. Letting Trevor kiss back, and then considering how damn enjoyable it is.]
[ He feels the noise just as much as he hears it, and that in itself is wonderful. 'Happy for once in his fucking life', it seems, been achieved. As far as he can tell by the fact that the kisses become no deeper, Alucard also seems to have the results of his testing. Lips slightly parted, kiss held for a few seconds but broken before any real desire for air arises, just long enough to appreciate the way Alucard's breath is so much cooler than his is.
(He can make fun of Alucard all he wants, but his own 'observe the vampire's actions in minute detail' habit is just as consuming as Alucard's need to go about all of this scientifically)
Alucard's cheeks are still flushed (no doubt Trevor is the ruddier of the two of them, but he can't see his own face) and his lips are parted a little and just slightly swollen and by now his hair has fallen around Trevor's head, blocking out everything but the two of them and- ]
[This is enough for now. Nothing rushed ahead for any number of reasons, but ultimately because this place feels good. Right. New and exciting but also so very comfortable. Trevor's probably noticed the very thin smile on Alucard's face at every broken embrace. There just long enough to disappear into kisses yet again.
(Alucard would argue that the observe the vampire part is actually the bigger problem, but that's because he's still not thinking science. It's an argument they should totally have for no reason at all one day.)
Alucard doesn't laugh at Trevor's words. Just stays where he is, and there's just a soft and utterly warm response.]
You'll run out of adjectives quickly if you start off with perfect.
[ He's smiling. He's smiling and that makes Trevor feel stupid and proud. Stupid, because as far as smiles go it's a shitty smile that he wouldn't even be able to tell was a smile if he wasn't used to observing, it shouldn't have nearly as much an effect on him as it does. And proud, because there. There is proof that he's done something right for once in his fucking life. ]
Suppose there's no fucking sense in asking if you're happy.
[In fairness, an Alucard smile is already impossible under most circumstances, so even one is a triumph at this point in time. That fact will change slowly, but for now, for now it might as well be a badge of victory for Trevor.]
You're wasting your breath on asking a question you know the answer to.
[Duh, Belmont. But there's a reason he's asking, and that verbal confirmation is apparently very needed. So Alucard relents.]
[ It's not quite correct without Sypha. But it's miles more correct than lying at opposite sides of a cold bed, somehow managing to be alone despite being only a few feet away from someone desperately important, and it only feels more so when Alucard finally humors him and says that he is, in fact, happy.
And for now, that is still important. Because he's spent his entire life avoiding things as fraught as other people's emotions. Recognizing them, trusting them, is still difficult, even with Alucard being as stupidly honest as he is. ]
For what it's worth, knocking you over seemed like a good idea at the time.
[He's too smug when he says that. It will be too funny to see how Sypha decides to react (joy that they've finally figured it all out or total exasperation at Trevor's tactics for dealing with emotions.) And moreover, it'll let her know exactly how they've arrived at their current point and what they must do next.
It's simple with just two. Configuring three in full will be far more complex. That's the honest truth of it all.
But for now there's quiet in the castle and the rays of dawn just starting to creep into the library. A warmer glow in contrast to the harsher electric lighting.]
More of a common curtosey that most arguments are going to get solved that way, I think.
[But also he's just being a brat, because he can, and because it'll make Sypha light up. That's one of the best things about her, how something will just make her entire face glow like a morning sunrise.
Speaking of. And speaking of being a brat, Alucard can't help but let out a soft noise, pressing against Trevor just a tiny bit more.]
[ It takes him a moment to understand what Alucard means, because there are a host of other stupid little moments he's thinking back to. He looks around for a moment, peeking out from behind the curtain of long golden hair around his face. And then he remembers. ]
Doesn't offend your delicate sensibilities after all, hmm? I suppose I ought to be grateful that I have your approval.
I've accepted that we will be forever arguing about the concept of bathing.
[He says it lightly, although he really has accepted it. Not happily, but in terms of arguments to pick, the bath thing isn't one of them. It is teasing fodder though.]
Mm.
[And the rest is content silence. Along with maybe another hand movement down Trevor's chest. What's the opposite of offending delicate sensibilities?]
Still not sure I like the concept. Sounds dangerous.
[ It's a joke, though it's true that even now with the convenience of clean, running water and not having to risk sickness or freezing or being more easily tracked by monsters in order to smell slightly less terrible he's easily the least enamored with the idea of bathing for its own sake.
And then, somewhat incredulously- ]
You're petting me.
[ Excuse you but one person here is actually secretly a big fluffy doggo and it is NOT HIM. ]
[It's going to always just be a gentle way to tease Trevor now. Alucard's happy to do that, because Trevor still calls him princeling and fair is fair.
...Wait.
Is he?
Alucard's hand goes still, and oh God. Trevor's right.]
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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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The kisses deepen after a few more softer minutes of determining what feels right, what Alucard likes in all of this. (He's probably being selfish. At least, that's the thought that will happen later.) Lips parted slightly more. Hoping Trevor will allow things to go beyond.
They're closer than before, aren't they? Alucard's hand moves down Trevor's chest slowly, then back up it. Hm. That he likes.]
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It is so very like him. And it's so very precious. And Trevor considers himself an Actual Saint for not breaking the kiss to call him out on it and laugh.
He does allow, trying to match Alucard as best he can, starting to return the kisses more deeply as he gets a feel for the patterns behind Alucard's movements and can do so safely. ]
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It's all to say that yeah, Trevor, good call on not saying anything. He'd just get huffy and stop. That'd just be sad.
The returned kisses make some kind of happy noise in the back of the vampire's throat. Muffled a bit, but he keeps to where they are for the time being. Letting Trevor kiss back, and then considering how damn enjoyable it is.]
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(He can make fun of Alucard all he wants, but his own 'observe the vampire's actions in minute detail' habit is just as consuming as Alucard's need to go about all of this scientifically)
Alucard's cheeks are still flushed (no doubt Trevor is the ruddier of the two of them, but he can't see his own face) and his lips are parted a little and just slightly swollen and by now his hair has fallen around Trevor's head, blocking out everything but the two of them and- ]
Fuck. You're perfect.
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(Alucard would argue that the observe the vampire part is actually the bigger problem, but that's because he's still not thinking science. It's an argument they should totally have for no reason at all one day.)
Alucard doesn't laugh at Trevor's words. Just stays where he is, and there's just a soft and utterly warm response.]
You'll run out of adjectives quickly if you start off with perfect.
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[ He's smiling. He's smiling and that makes Trevor feel stupid and proud. Stupid, because as far as smiles go it's a shitty smile that he wouldn't even be able to tell was a smile if he wasn't used to observing, it shouldn't have nearly as much an effect on him as it does. And proud, because there. There is proof that he's done something right for once in his fucking life. ]
Suppose there's no fucking sense in asking if you're happy.
[ And yet here he is, doing it. ]
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You're wasting your breath on asking a question you know the answer to.
[Duh, Belmont. But there's a reason he's asking, and that verbal confirmation is apparently very needed. So Alucard relents.]
Yes.
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[ It's not quite correct without Sypha. But it's miles more correct than lying at opposite sides of a cold bed, somehow managing to be alone despite being only a few feet away from someone desperately important, and it only feels more so when Alucard finally humors him and says that he is, in fact, happy.
And for now, that is still important. Because he's spent his entire life avoiding things as fraught as other people's emotions. Recognizing them, trusting them, is still difficult, even with Alucard being as stupidly honest as he is. ]
For what it's worth, knocking you over seemed like a good idea at the time.
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[He's too smug when he says that. It will be too funny to see how Sypha decides to react (joy that they've finally figured it all out or total exasperation at Trevor's tactics for dealing with emotions.) And moreover, it'll let her know exactly how they've arrived at their current point and what they must do next.
It's simple with just two. Configuring three in full will be far more complex. That's the honest truth of it all.
But for now there's quiet in the castle and the rays of dawn just starting to creep into the library. A warmer glow in contrast to the harsher electric lighting.]
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[ He laughs again. He's used to Sypha's weight against him when he does that. Alucard's is different, cooler and more angular. ]
She'll be glad I didn't try to start a fight, I'm sure.
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[But also he's just being a brat, because he can, and because it'll make Sypha light up. That's one of the best things about her, how something will just make her entire face glow like a morning sunrise.
Speaking of. And speaking of being a brat, Alucard can't help but let out a soft noise, pressing against Trevor just a tiny bit more.]
It's a decent view.
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Doesn't offend your delicate sensibilities after all, hmm? I suppose I ought to be grateful that I have your approval.
[ Princeling. ]
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[He says it lightly, although he really has accepted it. Not happily, but in terms of arguments to pick, the bath thing isn't one of them. It is teasing fodder though.]
Mm.
[And the rest is content silence. Along with maybe another hand movement down Trevor's chest. What's the opposite of offending delicate sensibilities?]
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[ It's a joke, though it's true that even now with the convenience of clean, running water and not having to risk sickness or freezing or being more easily tracked by monsters in order to smell slightly less terrible he's easily the least enamored with the idea of bathing for its own sake.
And then, somewhat incredulously- ]
You're petting me.
[ Excuse you but one person here is actually secretly a big fluffy doggo and it is NOT HIM. ]
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[It's going to always just be a gentle way to tease Trevor now. Alucard's happy to do that, because Trevor still calls him princeling and fair is fair.
...Wait.
Is he?
Alucard's hand goes still, and oh God. Trevor's right.]
I...apparently I am.
[He's. He's going to stop.]
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