[ He laughs at that. Because what a thing to worry about, but because there's a note of truth to it. A note of something that maybe both of them are a little too aware of. That this isn't a ghostless place. Leon might be bones in a crypt hundreds of miles away. Dracula might be ashes in a tiny jar a few hundred feet from that crypt. But part of them is still here, trapped in this day four centuries back. Watching and disapproving immensely.
Trevor is used to disapproval. May as well get it out of the way. ]
Hey, Leon's horse, or Dracula's horse, or whoever's horse you are. I'm fucking this vampire.
[The bark of laughter that escapes Alucard's throat surprises even him. Leave it to Trevor to just...just dash every lurking fear in a way that's so crude but feels so terribly right for the moment.
And kissing him is terribly right too. No gentleness, just fierce love because if they're going to be rude and make a point, then they really ought to go all in.]
[ He can worry about this shit in his dreams. In the waking world he's not considered the approval of anyone outside of the three of them to be terribly important in a long, long time. The fuck is approval worth, next to love?
He should probably be pushing Alucard to be slightly more delicate about this. Concussion and all. But the idea of getting kissed into unconsciousness is fucking hilarious even if it's unlikely to actually happen and he pushes back into the kiss as if he's turning it into a contest, scraping teeth against fangs and making it as clear as possible just how little power anyone's disapproval has over him. ]
[Delicate will come back into consideration when the kiss is broken, coupled with an embarrassed vampire who just realized he overdid his reaction. (It's like the first time they tried to sleep together, and there was Trevor's broken wrist to show for it.) In the moment though there's only the two of them and the reminder I love you.
The only thing Alucard's careful about is fangs. Because that's always a problem, not just after an evening of the word being used as an effective insult.]
He breaks the kiss eventually, sooner than he otherwise might, because right now his head spinning like this is probably something he ought to be avoiding. Instead, he presses his forehead against Alucard's. ]
Shit, I'm going to be covered in hay too now, aren't I?
Please. We've not been out here for that long. I've never been that quick.
[ Is he going to be a completely embarrassing human being for as long as possible to chase off the lingering concern of this being wrong? Hell yes he is. ]
[ He actually has to let go of Alucard so that he can balance himself on the wall instead, because he is in actual danger of falling over laughing and shit that is the most hilarious term for premature ejaculation he's ever fucking heard.
No seriously it's hilarious. The funniest that Alucard has ever been in his fucking life.
He's going to need five minutes.
It's a little while later that the throbbing of his head becomes too overwhelming to keep laughing and he wipes his eyes. ]
Shit, that was good. You never told us you were funny.
[Except apparently it was, the horses have no idea what the fuck is going on, Trevor's going to fall and hit his head again at this rate, and all for one very ridiculous dick joke.
But that laughter is the best sound to Alucard's ears after the past day and last night's dream. So he can only shake his head with all the love in the world for this stupid, ridiculous, perfect moment surrounded by the smell of horseshit.]
Also, I've always been funny. You just don't appreciate more subtle humor.
[He wraps an arm around Trevor's middle, tugging him close.]
[ That's a funny way of saying 'usually not dick jokes' but okay. He leans against Alucard, because shit his head hurts and he's dizzy but also this is so very worth it. ]
I'd have to whether you allowed it or not. You know how she gets about being left out.
[ And there is exactly 0 chance she has not overheard that laughing fit and will not want answers, if only to confirm that they're not making fun of Useless the horse again. ]
We should do more interesting shit next time, so we have something to tell her.
[ His voice is just a little raspy as he focuses on getting air back into his lungs, but eventually he can take his own weight again. Can do, not is doing. Not just yet. ]
Laughed too much. Can't walk back.
[ Okay so he 100% can. But he's going to make Alucard support his weight anyway. This is nice. And probably pissing off whatever small part of Dracula is here. ]
[They will be vetoed, but he'll listen. And he'll take all the warmth of Trevor's weight too. It's a happier thing than holding hands. There's more of Trevor pressed against him.]
Laid low by a single dick joke. I'm starting to think there's permanent damage.
Is 'damage' what we're calling an appreciation for your jokes?
[ He stumbles back, pressed against Alucard, and they begin the process of explaining the hay and the laughing and everything else but the discussion of the dream to Sypha. ]
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Trevor is used to disapproval. May as well get it out of the way. ]
Hey, Leon's horse, or Dracula's horse, or whoever's horse you are. I'm fucking this vampire.
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And kissing him is terribly right too. No gentleness, just fierce love because if they're going to be rude and make a point, then they really ought to go all in.]
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He should probably be pushing Alucard to be slightly more delicate about this. Concussion and all. But the idea of getting kissed into unconsciousness is fucking hilarious even if it's unlikely to actually happen and he pushes back into the kiss as if he's turning it into a contest, scraping teeth against fangs and making it as clear as possible just how little power anyone's disapproval has over him. ]
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The only thing Alucard's careful about is fangs. Because that's always a problem, not just after an evening of the word being used as an effective insult.]
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He breaks the kiss eventually, sooner than he otherwise might, because right now his head spinning like this is probably something he ought to be avoiding. Instead, he presses his forehead against Alucard's. ]
Shit, I'm going to be covered in hay too now, aren't I?
[ Yup. ]
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He laughs at that too, not moving from this perfect spot.]
Sypha's going to yell at us both for the best assumption.
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[ Is he going to be a completely embarrassing human being for as long as possible to chase off the lingering concern of this being wrong? Hell yes he is. ]
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[Two can play at this game.]
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No seriously it's hilarious. The funniest that Alucard has ever been in his fucking life.
He's going to need five minutes.
It's a little while later that the throbbing of his head becomes too overwhelming to keep laughing and he wipes his eyes. ]
Shit, that was good. You never told us you were funny.
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[Except apparently it was, the horses have no idea what the fuck is going on, Trevor's going to fall and hit his head again at this rate, and all for one very ridiculous dick joke.
But that laughter is the best sound to Alucard's ears after the past day and last night's dream. So he can only shake his head with all the love in the world for this stupid, ridiculous, perfect moment surrounded by the smell of horseshit.]
Also, I've always been funny. You just don't appreciate more subtle humor.
[He wraps an arm around Trevor's middle, tugging him close.]
You can tell Sypha this joke.
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[ That's a funny way of saying 'usually not dick jokes' but okay. He leans against Alucard, because shit his head hurts and he's dizzy but also this is so very worth it. ]
I'd have to whether you allowed it or not. You know how she gets about being left out.
[ And there is exactly 0 chance she has not overheard that laughing fit and will not want answers, if only to confirm that they're not making fun of Useless the horse again. ]
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[He's so happy to have Trevor's weight against him. It's warm and comfortable, just like the rest of Trevor.]
I know she does. She makes us recount nearly every day when she's away with her caravan.
[And that was almost always Alucard was a nerd for the entire day and it sucked.]
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[ His voice is just a little raspy as he focuses on getting air back into his lungs, but eventually he can take his own weight again. Can do, not is doing. Not just yet. ]
Laughed too much. Can't walk back.
[ Okay so he 100% can. But he's going to make Alucard support his weight anyway. This is nice. And probably pissing off whatever small part of Dracula is here. ]
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[They will be vetoed, but he'll listen. And he'll take all the warmth of Trevor's weight too. It's a happier thing than holding hands. There's more of Trevor pressed against him.]
Laid low by a single dick joke. I'm starting to think there's permanent damage.
[Good.]
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[ He stumbles back, pressed against Alucard, and they begin the process of explaining the hay and the laughing and everything else but the discussion of the dream to Sypha. ]