Hm. I would venture to say the castle probably did land on a few owned lands when I was growing up.
[Speaking of, it seems. Alucard's eyes catch a view of one of the spires towering over the treeline, and there's a visible perk at that. They're nearly home, and thank God for it.]
And before. There's a lot of places to be in four centuries.
[ And- Alucard can probably tell that he's made a terrible, terrible mistake just by Trevor's tone. And if not by that, then by the terrible, terrible laughter that follows it. ]
You know, you really ought to have told me that years ago. I'd have been more considerate of your tastes.
Oh, you meant the mattress. And here I thought you were objecting to my company.
[ They're close enough now to see that Sypha's horse is still missing. She's not expected back for a few more days, but it'd have been nice if she were early.
But her absence does mean that even back in the castle, there's going to be little escaping this. He leans his head against Alucard's again, taking on a tone of badly feigned sympathy. ]
My poor, dearest princeling, laid low by a terribly uncomfortable mattress.
While under most circumstances I would claim I would never object, but you are starting to explore that territory.
[It's terrible that Sypha's away. She'd put a stop to this. (No she wouldn't, she'd just make it worse.) But for all of this, there's a content enough sigh out of Alucard, because this is a part of being home too.]
Tread very carefully, Belmont, or I might decide on a royal hissyfit as well and see no one for days. Sypha has told me a few stories about when that happens, and the quests are not pretty.
Well that sounds shit. I had better behave myself appropriately around royalty.
[ They're at the doorway now, which is incredibly fortuitous timing. Because Trevor Belmont has just stumbled upon The Funniest Idea Ever and this is the perfect place to do it. He pulls his arm back from around Alucard's shoulder and takes his hand when he reaches out to open the doors, pulling him gently to face him instead.
He kneels, holding Alucard's hand still. ]
I, Trevor Christopher Belmont, do hereby swear to avert the wrath of misbehaving straw and protect you from the horror of unsatisfying beds.
[ And then he kisses Alucard's knuckles, gaze not leaving his eyes. ]
[This is fucking ridiculous. They're both still carrying bags from the road, the past half hour has been dedicated to just needling the vampire, and now this.
Except some gestures, even when they are absolutely drenched in sarcasm, are terribly sweet. Like this. There's no damn reason at all for Trevor to be kneeling for this level of being an asshole, and there's no reason to read romance in it unless one knew Trevor very well.
It's the kisses that get him though. Puts color on his cheeks, and there's just a muttered damnit that means Trevor's just won at bully the vampire.[
[ It's not much of a flush, especially for someone as pale as Alucard, but Trevor knows what to look for by now. And it's maybe a shame that Sypha isn't here, because he managed to win just before they got inside. And Sypha is a lot more likely to take his side rather than Alucard's when faced with a blushing vampire than with him attempting to bicker with the vampire.
She's work-shy that way. Likes her vampire prepared for her.
He stands, still holding Alucard's hand in his own, and kisses it one more time before letting go so that Alucard can actually open the doors. ]
What terrible quest do you have for me, your beautiful highness?
[This is so goddamn rude. Because it's on purpose, because having Sypha here would actually just be egging Trevor on even more and then helping in her own way, and because Alucard's just standing on his own doorstep, blindsided and blushfaced like a maiden.
(That's the point. He knows it's the point! Why doesn't that stop any of this?!)
His free hand, the one Trevor wasn't holding onto, is trying to hide that blush and failing. So the only thing he can do is pretend to regain dignity by turning away from Trevor and opening the doors for them both.
The castle's never been an alive thing, but it seems to know who's home and be glad for it. Alucard's quicker than usual, and once within the safe walls of home, he knows that the first step is to throw all their bags aside.]
[ He doesn't actually throw the bags aside. He puts them down properly, even making sure that they're not in the way of anything. He's behaving himself.
Because he's just determined that behaving himself is the best way to mess with Alucard, naturally. He stretches a little and then stands differently, properly, not slouching as he usually does. And his smile is the smuggest fucking thing. ]
Of course, my beloved princeling.
[ And he intends to shut up. Because respecting Alucard's 'authority' is the best way he can think of to continue being a shit. ]
Alucard squints at that. A lot. Because Trevor behaving is like a prelude to Trevor doing something else entirely, and he has no idea what to brace for right now. (He has a thing he'd prefer, but this thing has a momentum of it's own.)
It also means that he has a moment or two to be practical in all of this.]
I'm going to check the kitchen to see what we're out of, can you take the clothing bags upstairs please?
[ Well, shit. Not as funny as he'd hoped. But he bows in the most ridiculously over the top manner he can think of, and does as instructed and even manages to refrain from putting a pebble under the mattress while he's there (that also sounds like a hilarious thing to do, but one thing at a time. And maybe Sypha will appreciate it, since it was her story in the first place).
He goes to the kitchen once he's done and stands like a soldier waiting for orders, straight with feet together and arms behind his back. But also with a stupid smug grin, because he needs to indicate to Alucard that he's still being fucked with somehow. And also because he has a shitty poker face. ]
[It's enough time to beat down the blush. And for Alucard to actually realize that tomorrow he need to go to the nearest town and buy meat, eggs, and the fruit and vegetables that he can't forage for. Tomorrow will be busy, and today is dedicated to...
...to Trevor still being a goddamn shit, apparently. He smells and hears Trevor before he sees him, and Alucard just sighs terribly when he sees how Trevor's carrying himself. If a put upon vampire was the goal, well, also success.]
For the love of. [...hang on.
If he's going to be doing this then...]
Unshut-up. And tell me how long, exactly, do you intend on doing this?
[ He takes Alucard's hand to kiss it again, because the vampire is now significantly less flushed than he ought to be, and this needs to be addressed. ]
[He can fake being weary and put upon for that. And because that kiss is worth it, even if he is now controlling all that fluster. (For .2 seconds. Probably.)]
[ The fluster is being controlled far too well for his liking. That won't do. He turns Alucard's hand over, kissing the inside of his wrist instead. That's usually reserved for special occasions (he can feel Alucard's pulse from that point. That thing that vampires don't have. anywhere where he can feel the pulse is special to kiss, because it's a precious reminder that he's just as human as they are. The wrist has the advantage of also being the closest to appropriate, at least more than the neck or thigh might be).
[Forever is only just a lifetime. But that's a fact Alucard has always been aware of. It is why all the dumb little gestures carry such weight for him, because they're too easy to overlook. He refuses to do that.
And so it means he blushes more, comes off as too soft at times, and is easier to bully. Like now, because Trevor's abusing that little spot that is for special moments, and today is just an ordinary homecoming.]
Continue as you are.
[Because if this is what's going to come of all the endless teasing, then he won't try and fight it anymore. He likes when it evolves in this direction, and maybe he's spoiled for it. He spoils the other two right back most days.]
[ He speaks against Alucard's wrist, pushing his hand so that it's holding his cheek, fingertips against stubble and his lips still at the wrist of it, and holding it there. His other hand goes into Alucard's hair, combing through it a few times before reaching for the nape of his neck, stroking as lightly as he can manage at the hair there.
And yes, he is trying to see just how flustered he can make Alucard without doing anything too outwardly inappropriate.
[Alucard had been holding it together so well! The hand is fine, those are parts of Trevor that he touches frequently enough. How often have his fingers stroked that cheek or rubbed against the stubble? Plenty of times.
It is when Trevor's other hand moves, finding the spot there that always created a little delighted choked noise when either touched or kissed that the blush returns in full.]
Mmm. Keep acting like this and I'll expect you to behave all the time.
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[He's warm enough, playing it off as a joke because it's still a sensitive enough subject for Trevor.]
No, no point. Half the joy is finding something that lands in the moment, when you aren't expecting it.
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Maybe that's why we've been fighting vampires all this time. Enforcing land ownership laws.
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[Speaking of, it seems. Alucard's eyes catch a view of one of the spires towering over the treeline, and there's a visible perk at that. They're nearly home, and thank God for it.]
And before. There's a lot of places to be in four centuries.
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Claiming lands all across Europe. So well-traveled, princeling, and yet you can't bear a normal bed.
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[He smirks up at Trevor, because that has to at least get some kind of reaction.]
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[ And then, grinning too widely to even feign being offended. ]
Or do you need both of us there to lower yourself to using the furniture, and just the one isn't good enough?
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[Oh, Trevor. That's actually terribly sweet. He lets it go though, at least for now.]
All I need is to not be prodded in the backside while I'm trying to rest.
[Wait that didn't come out right.]
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[ And- Alucard can probably tell that he's made a terrible, terrible mistake just by Trevor's tone. And if not by that, then by the terrible, terrible laughter that follows it. ]
You know, you really ought to have told me that years ago. I'd have been more considerate of your tastes.
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You know full well what I meant, Belmont!
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[ They're close enough now to see that Sypha's horse is still missing. She's not expected back for a few more days, but it'd have been nice if she were early.
But her absence does mean that even back in the castle, there's going to be little escaping this. He leans his head against Alucard's again, taking on a tone of badly feigned sympathy. ]
My poor, dearest princeling, laid low by a terribly uncomfortable mattress.
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[It's terrible that Sypha's away. She'd put a stop to this. (No she wouldn't, she'd just make it worse.) But for all of this, there's a content enough sigh out of Alucard, because this is a part of being home too.]
Tread very carefully, Belmont, or I might decide on a royal hissyfit as well and see no one for days. Sypha has told me a few stories about when that happens, and the quests are not pretty.
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[ They're at the doorway now, which is incredibly fortuitous timing. Because Trevor Belmont has just stumbled upon The Funniest Idea Ever and this is the perfect place to do it. He pulls his arm back from around Alucard's shoulder and takes his hand when he reaches out to open the doors, pulling him gently to face him instead.
He kneels, holding Alucard's hand still. ]
I, Trevor Christopher Belmont, do hereby swear to avert the wrath of misbehaving straw and protect you from the horror of unsatisfying beds.
[ And then he kisses Alucard's knuckles, gaze not leaving his eyes. ]
My dearest Princeling.
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Except some gestures, even when they are absolutely drenched in sarcasm, are terribly sweet. Like this. There's no damn reason at all for Trevor to be kneeling for this level of being an asshole, and there's no reason to read romance in it unless one knew Trevor very well.
It's the kisses that get him though. Puts color on his cheeks, and there's just a muttered damnit that means Trevor's just won at bully the vampire.[
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She's work-shy that way. Likes her vampire prepared for her.
He stands, still holding Alucard's hand in his own, and kisses it one more time before letting go so that Alucard can actually open the doors. ]
What terrible quest do you have for me, your beautiful highness?
[ Yes, he's going to be doing this all day now. ]
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(That's the point. He knows it's the point! Why doesn't that stop any of this?!)
His free hand, the one Trevor wasn't holding onto, is trying to hide that blush and failing. So the only thing he can do is pretend to regain dignity by turning away from Trevor and opening the doors for them both.
The castle's never been an alive thing, but it seems to know who's home and be glad for it. Alucard's quicker than usual, and once within the safe walls of home, he knows that the first step is to throw all their bags aside.]
The terrible quest of shutting up.
[The how is...very not mentioned.]
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Because he's just determined that behaving himself is the best way to mess with Alucard, naturally. He stretches a little and then stands differently, properly, not slouching as he usually does. And his smile is the smuggest fucking thing. ]
Of course, my beloved princeling.
[ And he intends to shut up. Because respecting Alucard's 'authority' is the best way he can think of to continue being a shit. ]
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Alucard squints at that. A lot. Because Trevor behaving is like a prelude to Trevor doing something else entirely, and he has no idea what to brace for right now. (He has a thing he'd prefer, but this thing has a momentum of it's own.)
It also means that he has a moment or two to be practical in all of this.]
I'm going to check the kitchen to see what we're out of, can you take the clothing bags upstairs please?
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He goes to the kitchen once he's done and stands like a soldier waiting for orders, straight with feet together and arms behind his back. But also with a stupid smug grin, because he needs to indicate to Alucard that he's still being fucked with somehow. And also because he has a shitty poker face. ]
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...to Trevor still being a goddamn shit, apparently. He smells and hears Trevor before he sees him, and Alucard just sighs terribly when he sees how Trevor's carrying himself. If a put upon vampire was the goal, well, also success.]
For the love of. [...hang on.
If he's going to be doing this then...]
Unshut-up. And tell me how long, exactly, do you intend on doing this?
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[ He takes Alucard's hand to kiss it again, because the vampire is now significantly less flushed than he ought to be, and this needs to be addressed. ]
Your highness.
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[He can fake being weary and put upon for that. And because that kiss is worth it, even if he is now controlling all that fluster. (For .2 seconds. Probably.)]
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[ The fluster is being controlled far too well for his liking. That won't do. He turns Alucard's hand over, kissing the inside of his wrist instead. That's usually reserved for special occasions (he can feel Alucard's pulse from that point. That thing that vampires don't have. anywhere where he can feel the pulse is special to kiss, because it's a precious reminder that he's just as human as they are. The wrist has the advantage of also being the closest to appropriate, at least more than the neck or thigh might be).
This can be a special occasion. ]
What are your orders, my dearest princeling?
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[Forever is only just a lifetime. But that's a fact Alucard has always been aware of. It is why all the dumb little gestures carry such weight for him, because they're too easy to overlook. He refuses to do that.
And so it means he blushes more, comes off as too soft at times, and is easier to bully. Like now, because Trevor's abusing that little spot that is for special moments, and today is just an ordinary homecoming.]
Continue as you are.
[Because if this is what's going to come of all the endless teasing, then he won't try and fight it anymore. He likes when it evolves in this direction, and maybe he's spoiled for it. He spoils the other two right back most days.]
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[ He speaks against Alucard's wrist, pushing his hand so that it's holding his cheek, fingertips against stubble and his lips still at the wrist of it, and holding it there. His other hand goes into Alucard's hair, combing through it a few times before reaching for the nape of his neck, stroking as lightly as he can manage at the hair there.
And yes, he is trying to see just how flustered he can make Alucard without doing anything too outwardly inappropriate.
(He is behaving, after all) ]
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It is when Trevor's other hand moves, finding the spot there that always created a little delighted choked noise when either touched or kissed that the blush returns in full.]
Mmm. Keep acting like this and I'll expect you to behave all the time.
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