[ Because bullying the vampire is what he wants. The hand at Alucard's side edges just slightly under his shirt, stroking fingertips against the side of his waist. ]
I'd be so terribly upset if you did. You're nice and cool.
So I'm what, the replacement ice bucket right now?
[Rude! But that move on his shirt makes up for it, and unfortunately there's some boldness on Alucard's end too. If the Belmont is having so many problems cooling down, then to entwine their legs should help as well.
[ The coolness is dulled through layers of clothing, but it's still noticeable. Still pleasant. ]
The ice bucket complains less.
[ There's a terrible grin on his face then, and he pushes his hand up Alucard's shirt and 'accidentally' catches the hand supporting his head in the short hairs at the back of Alucard's neck. Oops. ]
This ice bucket would like to blame other factors in that last statement.
[This is your fault you horrible possum. Especially because that accident and where that hand is moving means that there's another noise. A soft one, probably less obscene on a different face.]
[There's a very low and thoughtful noise out of Alucard at that. He has an Idea now, because bullying the Belmont should be a thing just as much as bullying the vampire seems to be. They're impossibly close, and soon Alucard's free hand comes to rest on top of the one of Trevor's that very much under his own shirt.]
[Thank you Trevor, opportunity provided. Which is all to say that those terrible teasing kisses get answered with a much deeper one, all lips and tongue and paying very careful attention to fang.
For this to work though, there has to be more. The legs wrapped around Trevor's tighten. The hand on Trevor's hip moves so it's around his waist, the one on Trevor's hand stays where it is for now, and the rest is an all too quick grapple that suggests all this eagerness might be supplemented with vampire speed.
Including dragging Trevor's wrist up above Trevor's head on stone floor, which is a great plan until it isn't.]
[ Well shit. He hadn't quite expected that. And he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it, like this isn't the kind of thing he's been hoping for for a long time. ]
About fucking ti-
[ And then there is a crack, as Alucard applies far too much force to a wrist that can't move any further down because the floor's in the way of it. And the noise that Trevor makes isn't one of those pretty little sounds of desire but more a scream that's only half bitten back, followed by a stream of curses through gritted teeth. ]
[Alucard knows exactly what a broken bone sounds like. It sounds like that. Which means there's only one thing he can manage as he all but scrambles up off of Trevor.
(He isn't fully off, he's just straddling Trevor's waist now, absolute mortification etched on his face.]
Your wrist....
[There is horror, there is apology, and there is Alucard looking like he is actually going to die. Because he just broke Trevor's wrist. While making out. In the Hold.]
[Alucard's just going to stay where he is and die of shame. Or at least he's going to get to his feet and immediately try to haul Trevor up while being totally, totally mortified about this.
He's not holding eye contact as he mutters:]
I can reset the bone but I'll need supplies in the castle to make sure it stays in place.
[ He takes Alucard's hand in his good one, using it to pull himself up, and then takes his hand back to squeeze at the wrist experimentally, trying to get an idea of how bad the break is (this is not the first time he's done this. though it is the first time it's been the result of kissing a vampire too much). Doing so hurts a lot, which he should probably have expected, and he makes a choked sort of cry. ]
Clean break. But- I'm probably not climbing out of here with the rope.
[ Srry Alucard, he'll need to be carried up. It's going to be awkward. ]
[ ...They're going to have to explain this to Sypha, aren't they? She's going to jump to the conclusion that they were fighting, and then she'll be furious, and-
-well, it wasn't as if any of this was a secret from her. It's just going to be communicated in a far more awkward way. He'd rather been looking forward to letting her find out when he reached over to hold on to Alucard the night after she came home and she ended up squashed between them.
Ah well. ]
This is probably the fifth weirdest thing that's ever happened down here.
[ He slings his good arm over Alucard's shoulder, face clearly pained but just as clearly trying to remain his stupid asshole of a self. ]
[There's a grumble at that, becaue while Trevor's being Trevor, the Guilt Pit has swallowed up the vampire. Even if Trevor's still close and in theory that's still nice he just.
He just broke his boyfriend's wrist with vampire powers while making out and it's terrible! Not as terrible as walking up all the steps to get out of the Hold itself though, and absolutely not as bad as passing under the eyes of Leon's portrait which feels very judgemental right now.]
Weird or not, I need you to hang on.
[The word elevator doesn't exist yet, otherwise Trevor would be making vampire elevator jokes. As it is, Alucard takes just long enough to readjust Trevor's grip. Satisfied, he starts to lift them both up. His back is turned to Leon's portrait though, just to be sure.]
[ And he does hang on. And while he's careful to avoid the whole neck thing (not now!!!!) he does lean his head against Alucard's shoulder. It's about 10% a gesture of affection and about 90% 'shit this hurts I'm gonna nuzzle against the vampire for comfort'. ]
I'll be fine. I've had worse from people far less worth the trouble.
[ Okay so on the one hand he can feel Alucard descending into the guilt pit even as they are actually in a literal sense ascending out of the pit of horrible things. And he does genuinely want to help. On the other he has the emotional intelligence of a turnip and that is very much the voice of someone who's just broken a bone and is trying to sound casual about it. ]
[Which is the origin of the guilt! Even if that gesture of warm head on cold shoulder feels nice, the Pit is present and Alucard's very much letting it devour.
He lands them both on the grass gently. At this point, Alucard refuses to even try to move Trevor. Under his own steam or not at all, but that also means that there's a longer time for nuzzle against the vampire for comfort.]
My mother's lab then. There will be appropriate supplies there.
One of them I think I might have been. Don't really remember.
[ How to make your boyfriend feel better: talk about your terrible drunken pre-boyfriend sex life???? that helps????
He takes a little longer to let go of Alucard, fighting the instinct to try to push the bone back into place himself. He's done so before successfully. But he's also done so before unsuccessfully and that probably isn't worth the risk when Alucard presumably has a better idea of how to do it. And also anesthetic. Anesthetic sounds useful, since Alucard's been under strict instruction from Sypha not to let him drink. ]
[Trevor, that just makes the vampire sad. There's just a soft sigh at that revelation, the you were a mess sigh that he's made before. It's probably felt just as much as heard.
So inside they go. Up too many stairs, into the lab Alucard knows will bear exactly what's needed.
Everything in there is ordered. Stately. Glittering brass instruments sit with thin layers of dust visible if you look at the light just right, there's locked cabinets, there's a work bench in the center of the room with stools all around it. To Trevor, Alucard gestures him towards that center workbench.
He hasn't been in here since...everything. It still smells like her if Alucard pays close enough attention, and he does. But that's a smell drowned out by opening a dusty cabinet of medical supplies, and he comes away with supplies needed to put and hold bone in place. He's weighted down with supplies by the time he's standing next to Trevor again.]
[ This part of the castle has still been- off limits isn't the word, they havn't been told not to come here in the same way they've been told that there are parts of the caste that may well still house monsters. But Alucard went quiet when Sypha asked him what was up those stairs and neither of them asked any more questions.
He sits down, putting his wrist down on the workbench. It's an ugly purple by now, misshapen and starting to swell. ]
...It's a clean break, how much shit do you need?
[ BROKEN BONES NEED THREE THINGS, OKAY? ONE STICK TO SPLINT IT, ONE STICK TO BITE DOWN ON AND SOMETHING TO TIE THE SPLINT. ]
Enough to be reasonably confident that you aren't going to do something stupid and move the bone.
[Which is pretty much a quick and witty way to distract Trevor from the fact that the resetting is going to start now and that it isn't going to be like sewing that damn side wound up. Alucard gets bones, he's felt his own heal time and again. So this is easier.]
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You are incorrigible. I can get up and leave, you know.
[Which is is doing. Right now. Totally. Instead of enjoying the fact that Trevor's so close and that this position is so very, very wonderful.]
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[ Because bullying the vampire is what he wants. The hand at Alucard's side edges just slightly under his shirt, stroking fingertips against the side of his waist. ]
I'd be so terribly upset if you did. You're nice and cool.
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[Rude! But that move on his shirt makes up for it, and unfortunately there's some boldness on Alucard's end too. If the Belmont is having so many problems cooling down, then to entwine their legs should help as well.
He's being so very mature here.]
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The ice bucket complains less.
[ There's a terrible grin on his face then, and he pushes his hand up Alucard's shirt and 'accidentally' catches the hand supporting his head in the short hairs at the back of Alucard's neck. Oops. ]
And doesn't melt half as quickly.
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[This is your fault you horrible possum. Especially because that accident and where that hand is moving means that there's another noise. A soft one, probably less obscene on a different face.]
Such as that.
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[ His hand is resting against Alucard's ribs now, rubbing softly against them, trying to get the chill of his bare skin to seep into his own. ]
You could get up and leave.
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[There's a lot of things he could do right now. That hand, distracting as it is, does offer a thought though.]
But then you'd die from heat exhaustion, and I'd have to explain that to Sypha. Hardly right.
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[ The hand wriggles back slightly, fingertips between Alucard and the stone, so he can pull himself tightly against him. ]
It'd be a lot of trouble. I should get as close as I can. To be safe.
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I imagine you can get closer.
[Just ooooone more step to this.]
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-how exactly would I do that? Without being too eager, of course.
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For this to work though, there has to be more. The legs wrapped around Trevor's tighten. The hand on Trevor's hip moves so it's around his waist, the one on Trevor's hand stays where it is for now, and the rest is an all too quick grapple that suggests all this eagerness might be supplemented with vampire speed.
Including dragging Trevor's wrist up above Trevor's head on stone floor, which is a great plan until it isn't.]
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About fucking ti-
[ And then there is a crack, as Alucard applies far too much force to a wrist that can't move any further down because the floor's in the way of it. And the noise that Trevor makes isn't one of those pretty little sounds of desire but more a scream that's only half bitten back, followed by a stream of curses through gritted teeth. ]
-fuck. Fuck.
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(He isn't fully off, he's just straddling Trevor's waist now, absolute mortification etched on his face.]
Your wrist....
[There is horror, there is apology, and there is Alucard looking like he is actually going to die. Because he just broke Trevor's wrist. While making out. In the Hold.]
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Okay, maybe that was a little too eager, shit.
[ It's a joke. It's pained, but it's still a joke. ]
Least it was my left.
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He's not holding eye contact as he mutters:]
I can reset the bone but I'll need supplies in the castle to make sure it stays in place.
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Clean break. But- I'm probably not climbing out of here with the rope.
[ Srry Alucard, he'll need to be carried up. It's going to be awkward. ]
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Let him die because that portrait of Leon is going to be THERE and JUDGING and HE DOESN'T CARE FOR THIS SHIT.
Which is all to say that he just wilts, totally embarrassed.]
No, no you are not. I...imagine that if you climb on my back it will be easiest. Use your good arm to brace over my shoulders.
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-well, it wasn't as if any of this was a secret from her. It's just going to be communicated in a far more awkward way. He'd rather been looking forward to letting her find out when he reached over to hold on to Alucard the night after she came home and she ended up squashed between them.
Ah well. ]
This is probably the fifth weirdest thing that's ever happened down here.
[ He slings his good arm over Alucard's shoulder, face clearly pained but just as clearly trying to remain his stupid asshole of a self. ]
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He just broke his boyfriend's wrist with vampire powers while making out and it's terrible! Not as terrible as walking up all the steps to get out of the Hold itself though, and absolutely not as bad as passing under the eyes of Leon's portrait which feels very judgemental right now.]
Weird or not, I need you to hang on.
[The word elevator doesn't exist yet, otherwise Trevor would be making vampire elevator jokes. As it is, Alucard takes just long enough to readjust Trevor's grip. Satisfied, he starts to lift them both up. His back is turned to Leon's portrait though, just to be sure.]
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I'll be fine. I've had worse from people far less worth the trouble.
[ Okay so on the one hand he can feel Alucard descending into the guilt pit even as they are actually in a literal sense ascending out of the pit of horrible things. And he does genuinely want to help. On the other he has the emotional intelligence of a turnip and that is very much the voice of someone who's just broken a bone and is trying to sound casual about it. ]
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[Which is the origin of the guilt! Even if that gesture of warm head on cold shoulder feels nice, the Pit is present and Alucard's very much letting it devour.
He lands them both on the grass gently. At this point, Alucard refuses to even try to move Trevor. Under his own steam or not at all, but that also means that there's a longer time for nuzzle against the vampire for comfort.]
My mother's lab then. There will be appropriate supplies there.
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[ How to make your boyfriend feel better: talk about your terrible drunken pre-boyfriend sex life???? that helps????
He takes a little longer to let go of Alucard, fighting the instinct to try to push the bone back into place himself. He's done so before successfully. But he's also done so before unsuccessfully and that probably isn't worth the risk when Alucard presumably has a better idea of how to do it. And also anesthetic. Anesthetic sounds useful, since Alucard's been under strict instruction from Sypha not to let him drink. ]
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So inside they go. Up too many stairs, into the lab Alucard knows will bear exactly what's needed.
Everything in there is ordered. Stately. Glittering brass instruments sit with thin layers of dust visible if you look at the light just right, there's locked cabinets, there's a work bench in the center of the room with stools all around it. To Trevor, Alucard gestures him towards that center workbench.
He hasn't been in here since...everything. It still smells like her if Alucard pays close enough attention, and he does. But that's a smell drowned out by opening a dusty cabinet of medical supplies, and he comes away with supplies needed to put and hold bone in place. He's weighted down with supplies by the time he's standing next to Trevor again.]
Wrist down on the surface.
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He sits down, putting his wrist down on the workbench. It's an ugly purple by now, misshapen and starting to swell. ]
...It's a clean break, how much shit do you need?
[ BROKEN BONES NEED THREE THINGS, OKAY? ONE STICK TO SPLINT IT, ONE STICK TO BITE DOWN ON AND SOMETHING TO TIE THE SPLINT. ]
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[Which is pretty much a quick and witty way to distract Trevor from the fact that the resetting is going to start now and that it isn't going to be like sewing that damn side wound up. Alucard gets bones, he's felt his own heal time and again. So this is easier.]
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