cryptsleeper | 20s AU Post

20s AU Post

Current Carmilla plot outline
--Post-fire, Carmilla and Mr. Peanut team up mostly to use each other. Carmilla's spent the past several months (since November, it is now February 1925) networking, and it's clear to her that Alucard's not suited for the position and that the other two are the obvious weakness. Mr Peanut needs something back, so this is perfect on her end. Mr Peanut can only imagine the joys of vampire blood in his work, and he'd like an army of vampires for his own ends.
--Shit stirring from Mr Peanut (all of March?)
--Mr Peanut also begins to sell mis Miracle Serum, which has vampire blood in it.
--Gang is very much trying to murder Mr Peanut during this.
--Start of April, vampire gets a call from one of the blood bank contacts that 3 patients have come in and are displaying some bizarre signs. Investigation yields the fact that they're in process of turning, and they've all taken the same serum.
--Additional investigation reveals O FUCK IT MR PEANUT
--Meanwhile Carmilla's been made aware of a familiar she didn't sire, so she knows something's up. Big fight with Mr. Peanut and thus Mr. Peanut is left depowered
--Gang commits a murder
--Carmilla's well sured up on her contacts now, and it's time for open rebellion (mid-April)
--In a more subtle attempt to let Alucard just step aside, she cuts the breaks on demon car and shows up to gloat/suggest he not pull a dad and go to deal with his grief quietly while she runs the city. The how he wants to do it is up to him (black widow joke goes here.) Treffy and Sypha walk in.
--1 week of straight up rebellion; feedings, no help from allies, need to do damage control instead of fight carmilla, every dracula rule is
--MEANWHILE IN GRAVITY FALLS, triangle shows Vlad what's up to try and psyche him out, somehow this finalyl snaps Vlad out of his depression and he heads home
--Just in time for Alucard and Carmilla to be tearing each other to bits in one of the bayous, it's not going well
--Vlad coming in means the king of vampires is accosted by a belmont with a pair of blessed knitting needles and a speaker with a fucking gun and he's just like what the shit happened to the world while i was gone
--Wards around the fight means that only demon car can break the wards, everyone has to pile in.
--Carmilla gets her ass kicked AND SENT TO THE JUSTICE DIMENSION

THEN THERE WERE FAERIES.
--Prior to all of this the vampire and Sypha have done a shit ton of research on how to get their Belmont back
--Sypha has also been practicing debating with dad, which leaves everyone Very Tired.
--When Trevor is actually snatched up (1 year after marriage, it takes fae effort. Taking Arn's shape fails, so it's a lot more kidnapping by force), Sypha and Alucard go into Faerie
--But they're playing this as politics, not as heroes rescuing their damsel, so that means the faeries are just "wait what now excuse u?"
--There are 3 gates and 3 trials (the particulars we're still bullshitting.) Each is asked to sacrifice 3 things. (Alucard: voice, his titles as bestowed upon by his father and his people, i forget the third; Sypha: her human form (she's a birb), fuck what were the other two)
--They enter the court at the end of the third trial. After LITERALLY ALL THE TITLES Sypha declares she Speaks for Trevor Belmont
--Claim debate over Trevor, turns out that the rules are in Sypha's favor.
--But that means debating to leave Fae without giving up what they've chosen.
--Sypha lawyers it all out, Alucard is a safety deposit and hangs out with Fae!Trevor
--In the end, safe passage out of Faerie consists of Sypha giving up her memory of the necromancer (billed as a great mage she studied under), the vampire gives up his immortality, and Trevor is replaced with Carmilla (dad was aware of this option and OK with it), but Trevor has his ability to swear taken. He now soundslike a rubber ducky when he tries
--Everyone gets home okay, except for the AU of this AU where the gang fails, but Trevor's on their doorstep like a bat out of Hell because time doesn't work right and he's been in Hell for a WHILE.

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Are you the one in charge right now? I've lost track.

[ Really the only constant of this is that Trevor is never the one in charge, which might be terribly unfair if he minded it at all. He nods, kissing Sypha's forehead again as apology for moving her around all over the place and moves back to the rug, Sypha in his arms and Alucard being dragged after them by Sypha's grip on his shirt.

When they reach the rug, he sits slowly, because they're all attached to each other and any sudden movements would break that, putting Sypha down in his lap. One arm keeps her propped up against him, the other now free to meander up and down her thigh. ]

I'll try to be more- whelming? For you.

Mmmmmmm.

[No one in this scenario is wearing pants and that sure is something to recognize at a time like this, isn't it. Still, this is — really very nice, actually, the makings of a Sypha sandwich, which in a way just makes sense because she's the smallest of the three, which means that if she's snuggled up in the middle, that both Trevor and Alucard can reach her but they can still reach each other over and around her, too. And that's how it should be, she thinks with some satisfaction. All of them together, not just sides of a triangle but a circle of the three of them, one continuous thing, indivisible.]

Perhaps no one is in charge.

[She leans back heavy against Trevor, using the momentum of the action to pull Alucard toward her, and takes advantage of the fact that she's got the use of her arms back to shove them underneath the hanging tails of Alucard's shirt to trace over the ridges and valleys of his torso.]

No more ganging up. Perhaps now we just...enjoy.

[Alucard's so happy to be dragged closer once Trevor is settled and Sypha has made herself well and comfortable in his arms. He's far enough away to appreciate the sight of them and how ridiculously, painfully wonderful they are together like this. Trevor's arms are still the beefiest, strongest things he's witnessed, and they're holding onto Sypha like she's the most fragile thing in the world. Arms that could take him easily in a fight if it ever came to it.

The vampire sighs happily, and that's all before Sypha uses his shirt to drag him in closer. He doesn't wobble from the momentum of the movement, but there's a lot of control being used up right now, and Alucard is aware he won't have much more left. As Sypha's hand traces over his chest, he places his own atop hers, clinging to the warmth of it.]

I...yes, perhaps that'd be best. However this sorts out.

[The particulars are always the tricky part, admittedly.]

[ They're both close enough now, and not in charge enough now, for him to wrap his arms around the both of them, pulling them in close. Sypha is soft and warm and he can feel her heartbeat flutter even through the skin and her dress and his shirt wherever they touch. Alucard is cool to the touch and all hard, smooth muscle. Trevor's sure that he must represent the point between those extremes, more fat that Alucard and more muscle than Sypha, none of her life of pacifism to keep him from growing rough and none of Alucard's healing to be restored from it.

It's impossible, to feel like an ugly, broken thing when you can see yourself as the middle point between two perfect ones.

He can't quite reach Sypha's mouth like this, and so he nuzzles against her cheek instead, lips opening and closing just to the side of her face. ]

So, [ And he doesn't really want to interrupt this, he really doesn't want to try to wrap his mind around logistics, but also he wants the end result of both of those things so, so much. ] what does everyone want?

I want to be held.

[It's a good place to start, at least, both in terms of getting the ball rolling on stating preferences and on figuring out what those preferences are to begin with. Alucard has one of her hands pinned against his chest, and she leaves it there with him, liking the feeling of having it held; the other reaches back and around a little gawkily, but in pursuit of finding some patch of Trevor's hair to brush and run her fingers through in appreciation for his little kisses.]

And to have both of you, preferably, but that might be greedy of me.

[Funny how she doesn't sound at all ashamed of that greed, either.]

And to watch you both kiss each other. I liked that quite a bit.

Greed isn't so much the issue as what's at hand.

[Meaning fuck no the vampire isn't leaving the room to go get any additional requirements. He doesn't trust himself not to be too overwhelmed to make it to the bedroom nightstand. He breathes out, aware of how shaky that sound is, aware of Sypha's hand, aware of Trevor's arms around him, and this is really too intense on all fronts.

His next breath is steadier, but that's because he forces it to be. He's already so stupidly close to Trevor, and so it's the easiest thing to just bury his face in the Belmont's neck for a moment.]

You're in a far better position for her than I am. I'll be right here in your arms.

Hmm.

[ One hand - only one, because he wants to keep at least one arm around both of them - goes to Sypha's hip, fingers hooking under the fabric that Alucard didn't quite manage to remove before and sliding it downward over her thighs. ]

Does that sound acceptable to you, alouette?

[She knows what it means, the endearment that Trevor calls her. It's lovely and fitting, but it's not the translation of it that has a thrill racing down her spine; it's the way his voice lilts over the syllables, the way some small part of her instinctively finishes out the rest of the song (gentille alouette; alouette, je te plumerai) and that's precisely how she feels, a bird in the hand and in the cage of their love of her.

She squirms a little, trying to help him in his pursuit, which by extension means he's left with the torment of a lapful of squirming Speaker, but so it goes.]

Yes.

[Nimbly, she tugs her hand free of Alucard's hold and runs it down his body toward his hip instead, not quite reaching to take him in hand just yet — but close.]

Yes, yes, yes.

[Alucard takes care of the undergarments the rest of the way, tossing them over his shoulder to God only knows where. They'll find them later.

It occurs to him, somewhere between that and the wild twitch of his hip that's caused by the careful movement of Sypha's hand, that he's the least dressed of all of them. Trevor still has a shirt on (which is a crime), Sypha's still got everything on save her panties, and he's....

...well, it's not important in the end, but it is funny.]

I won't move until either of you do. [He tugs Trevor's hair though, and there's no gentleness to it. Just like there's nothing but desperation in his plea:] But hurry.

[ Oh, Sypha's wriggling about. That's certainly happening. He gasps, moving both hands to her hips to still her. ]

Easy, easy. Save it for once we've started.

[ And- well, speaking of starting. He lifts Sypha by her hips, pulling her back until she's close to him and then with only a little figuring out of positioning, lowering her down slowly onto himself. He was intending to nip at her neck again as he did, but it just turns into exhaling against it, breath hot and ragged. ]

Oooh.

[That's a reasonable approximation of the noise she makes as she's lifted and moved and settled, and for a few seconds after she's left devoid of words (a Speaker, speechless) as she closes her eyes and spends them simply feeling.

She regains control of her hands much sooner than she does her voice, and there's undeniable urgency in them as she makes grabby hands at Alucard, dragging him down to her so that she can kiss him ravenously. It's messier than she'd like it to be, punctuated in places by little shuddering breaths as she gradually grows accustomed to Trevor, but she's more than willing to give as good as she gets, and it's all aimed toward trying to make Alucard feel as good as she does just then.

Circuits again. All of them connected, each one linked to the other. That's how it's supposed to be.]

[The vampire is very, very careful to make sure Trevor has enough room to move. It isn't that any of this is delicate right now, aside from the fact that it is, it's that Alucard gets to watch this so rarely and he wants to take advantage of that fact. Of how their Belmont, a man (fae-man, technically) whose hands are all rough ad work worn, a man whose head for strategy means he walks into a room full of vampires with at least twenty ideas of how to cut through trouble makers, can be so gentle and careful with Sypha. Of how their Sypha, bright and beautiful and always too eager, can be rendered speechless. It's a wonder to watch. He's lost in it. Sypha's expression, Trevor's breath, how they fit together.

He keeps getting lost in it without Trevor's arm to anchor the vampire. It is only when Sypha drags him down that Alucard is snapped back to reality again, and in this reality, he is a vampire with so little control. Messy kisses are fine. That's all he's capable of right now, his one hand immediately flying to Sypha's cheek to try and at least hold the two of them in place, and his other on Trevor's shoulder for support.

There's a thigh that he's rubbing against, terribly hard and extremely uncoordinated, and Alucard's not sure whose it is. He absolutely doesn't care though, because he is driven by overwhelming want right now, want of touch and he has it and won't let go.]

[ It's probably a little unfair to Alucard, he realises when he feels him rubbing against his thigh, that he has to take a moment to get used to the sensation of Sypha surrounding him or risk being overwhelmed. Luckily Sypha's there to pick up the slack. Also luckily, he has an excellent angle to view it from.

One hand leaves Sypha's hips, falling against the inside of Alucard's thigh and rubbing there softly. The other stays but moves downward to where the to of them are joined. He doesn't touch yet, doesn't move yet, but it hovers there as a promise as he finally succeeds at nipping at her neck once, twice more. ]

Oh dear, oh no. [ He's not doing the voice anymore, in fact his tone is as completely deadpan as it can be under the circumstances, while he's slowly starting to move his hips. ] Seems my virtue is extremely stolen.

I think you're — ah, you're my, my dark consorts, by now...

[Or something. No one here is innocent, so that rules out the maidenly everything, and no one is dominating control of this, which means there are no minions. She'll still accept the role of dark queen, however, just because it suits her well. She's a very good dark queen, frankly. Almost a dark goddess, even, with how the two of them have settled in to worshiping her.]

Mmm. This is better than —

[Hold that thought long enough for a little gasp, punctuated by a shiver and then a sigh against Alucard's mouth, all but purring into the kisses she's stealing.]

Than, ahm, than running away to make dinner, isn't it...

[Oh shit, he does actually have to make dinner at some point.]

It is-- [And the vampire would say more, but that is becomes a hisssssss of delight, because Trevor's hand on his thigh is just so much, and he just wants to keep being touched. There. Right there. Theretherethere. His hips buck just a little bit more for it, even as the rest of the vampire tries to keep up with kissing Sypha.

She's making such wonderful noises, but then he remembers something so very, very important. It means pulling away from Sypha and all her wonderful kisses, but it can be forgiven.]

I think that our dark mistress made a particular request.

[He's breathing heavily just saying the words. It takes effort to lean over. To try and direct Trevor's mouth to his, because she wanted to watch, didn't she? See them kiss up close and personal.]

[ Oh, they'll probably notice that they're hungry later. But for now, for now this is so much more important. ]

Virtue wasn't all that great anyway.

[ He has to hook his chin over Sypha's shoulder to be able to reach Alucard's mouth, and so his throat is pressed against it. It moves as he sighs and swallows, falling still for a moment to actually breathe properly before he lets Alucard guide him to his lips. He rolls his hips as he does, the motion of it pushing Sypha forward just slightly to brush against his fingertips with each movement. ]

So good to me.

[She's caught nice and snug between Trevor and Alucard at this point, by virtue of the way they're all tangled up together in pretty little knots, and even if that means she's largely left at the mercy of the others for her pleasure, it's hard to really mind it much. Not when Alucard's skin beneath her questing fingertips is so smooth and cool to the touch; not when Trevor, beautiful boy that he is, goes out of his way to make it even better for her with the teasing promise of friction. It's perhaps not the most elegant way they've all fooled around, to be sure, but it's proving to be precisely what she needs right now — to be wrapped up and surrounded by the both of them, equal parts cherished and treated to the delectable sight of watching them enjoy each other.

She presses the flat of her hand against Alucard's abdomen, rubbing lightly before reaching around behind him to drag her nails along the column of his spine, watching sidelong as Alucard's mouth finds its way to Trevor's and pulls him into a kiss just inches from where she is herself. It's even better to be in the midst of them than it had been earlier, watching imperiously from afar.

Almost before she even realizes it, whispered praise is spilling from her lips, soft enough that it's not disruptive, but certainly still audible with how close they both are to her.]

Look at you, look at you both. My Adrian, so radiant. My Trevor, so handsome and good...

[She squirms a little, as best she can, raking her nails against Alucard's skin, shivering contentment as Trevor hits up against her just right.]

You're mine, the both of you. All mine.

[There is a terrible and deep moan forced against Trevor's mouth when Sypha decides that his chest isn't as interesting as his back and proceeds to rake her nails down his back. It's coupled with a shudder, making it clear that the vampire could stand so much more of that. Perhaps it's unfair to Trevor, forcing all of these stupid noises against his mouth, but it simply is what it is.

The praise though, fuck if that doesn't make Alucard's already barely controlled kisses even sloppier. No time to dwell on the why of it, all Alucard knows is that it helps all the heat building up inside of him build even faster, and the one hand he has free searches for where to rest on Sypha. This angle is absolutely horrible, but he needs so much more of her. She's pressed against him, yes, but that's not the same as grabbing. Holding. Clinging, because he's halfway clinging to Trevor but that's only Trevor.

His hand settles just below her breast, where ribs are obvious again. He holds, holds fast, and tries not to fall over Sypha's shoulder entirely because kissing the Belmont, Alucard's own hips thrusting forward, Sypha's hands and her perfect fucking words are getting to be too much.

There's a point where he has to stop kissing Trevor. The noises coming out of him require too much air, and when he does, it's almost mortifying how loud he is.]

[ The noises against his mouth are perfect, even if they do make kissing with any sort of aggression something of a risky proposition. He just follows Alucard's lead to avoid catching himself on fangs, and Alucard's lead is a mostly accidental thing, following Sypha's actions with little hisses and deep moans and trembles. And good. He's good. And oh, that knowledge hits the same part of him that leaves him soft and quiet and useless when Alucard gets possessive. Makes him only useful for chasing more encouragement.

It's artless, the way they are right now. As much as the performance earlier was. The three of them just making stupid things up as they go along, grasping at each other.

Speech is a little beyond him now, and so he doesn't say much of anything at all when Alucard breaks the kiss, just pulls his head back over Sypha's shoulder to more comfortably settle it at the back of her neck, lips just where her hair begins. Not yet kissing, just letting his breath fall against her. The hand that was on Alucard's thigh leaves it, just for long enough to grab for Sypha's wrist and direct her to take their vampire in hand. ]

[There's no ganging up on each other, not anymore, but there does seem to be some merit in ganging up on Alucard a little, just by virtue of the way that they're positioned and how relatively easy it is to reach him by comparison. She's taking stock of all the little things that get the reactions she wants (her memory is so useful for so many things, and cataloguing the things that please her lovers most is just one of them), keeps her one hand wrapped around behind Alucard both to give him the benefit of her nails and because it gives her a little extra leverage to rock harder down onto Trevor.

Which he's more than earned, she thinks breathlessly, with the way he's at the back of her neck like a promise, where it tickles, breath hot like the fire they compare her to. They're little notes of possessiveness, like Alucard's hand on her side, offering a different kind of satisfaction that pairs well with pleasure.

They're a web of hands and connections, and amidst the haze of it all it's easy to get a little lost, which is why there's a little flicker of gratitude when Trevor seems to gather up enough presence of mind to guide her to touch Alucard, moving her hand where it needs to be. They work well in tandem, she muses with velvety approval, and licks her lips until they're wet enough to find her voice.]

Good boy.

[Is that for Alucard, for giving her what she wanted? For Trevor, for guiding her so? Maybe it's both. Maybe it doesn't have to be clarified.

When her fingers curl around Alucard, there's the faintest hint of a chill in her palm — a kiss of magic, offsetting the sticky heat that has otherwise collected there.]

[Alucard is already to protest when Trevor's hand leaves his thigh. It's warm and it's rough and it's a part of Trevor and that's all Alucard wants. Their touches, their mouths, their limbs, any and every part of him that can reach the other two. A whine of protest starts to take place, but it dissolves into a breathier gasp when Sypha takes him in hand.

He expects warmth. There's something else instead, and the chill is just enough to keep his hips thrusting steadily there rather than wildly and without direction. The warmth in him is still there, closer than ever, but it isn't going to boil over. Not yet. (He always tries to restrain himself until one of the others finish first when it's all three of them like this.)

He still has his hand on Trevor's shoulder to steady himself. That hand moves, allowing the vampire to press in closer, his hand able to reach the top part of Trevor's spine. The effects of movement there have long been a promise of wonderful, perfect Belmont noises, and Alucard uses the pads of his fingers (never his nails) to put all the pressure he can there. To draaaaaag everything downwards as far as he can reach, and as he does so, the hand on Sypha tightens as well. Palm moves upwards, now on her breast and grabbing it a bit rougher than he might otherwise grab.

Through it all, the vampire is trying to say both of their names at once. It comes out as pleased and heady nonsense, and it's strung together with the word soon.]

[ He was always going to be first. Usually is (words like useless try to claw their way into his mead, at that, but they have no fucking place here). He tries, but- well, it's not a contest, is it? And it's not as if anyone is leaving this mess disappointed at this rate.

At Alucard's first touch, his shoulders twitch in anticipation. His hand moves up against Sypha, fingers tensing and curling until they're rubbing against her properly rather than simply as a consequence of their movement. His other hand falls back against Alucard's thigh, squeezing at it with a force that would probably be painful on anyone else and that is certainly bruising, if only temporary. He knows what's going to happen, because there's only ever one thing that does happen when he does this, and he's always useless against it and-

-and then it does, in fact, happen, and he curls backward into the contact, his voice tearing through what started as a long exhale to end it as a moan, and when Alucard does break contact he falls against Sypha bonelessly, forehead against the top of her spine, breath coming out in pants that turn noisy and desperate by the end of each one, alternating between Delighted Belmont Noises and soft whines and pleases and just one sorry. Until she rocks a little harder against him, at just a sligtly different angle as a result of all his moving about, and he's gone. He tugs her tighter against him, breath catching in his throat and rendering him silent until he finally breathes out too much and far too loudly. ]

[Focusing on Trevor and Alucard has come with the surprisingly pleasant side effect of acting as a deterrent to finishing herself, not from lack of interest but simply because it had been easy enough to set the pursuit of her own pleasure aside in favor of watching the two of them; that all changes dramatically when they start to touch her more significantly, playing her body like a fine instrument in a way that has her mouth falling open and tension mounting like scaling the side of a tall peak. Suddenly there's so much to focus on, and she can't divide her attention across all of it, and she doesn't quite know what to do with herself —

And Alucard is just, he's right there and she's squirming around moving anyway, and it's so easy to just fall forward and land her mouth somewhere near the juncture of his neck and shoulder and bite, not even so much to try to please him as just from needing to do something and not knowing where to begin.

It's a blunt and dull-edged thing that lasts until Trevor shatters and sighs and pulls her back against him, which shifts her in a way that feels fantastic, and she's close close close close but not quite, not quite — there.

The noise she makes is somewhere between a wail and a whine, keening softly as she topples over her own precipice, toes curling and stomach quivering and she's long since lost the presence of mind to keep her fingers cold with magic, but she hasn't lost her rhythm of trying to drag Alucard over with her when she goes.]

[The noises Trevor is making are straight up obscene. His face isn't any better, at least not from what Alucard can see of it, and when all other Belmont noises become one, the hand on Trevor's spine feels every inch of the sound just as much as he hears it.

He'll be overwhelmed for the next half an hour, the vampire. Trevor's noises are just so much, and then there's Sypha. Warm and wonderful under his hand, moving forward to give one last pass at his neck and that's the point where the vampire's undone. Always the neck. Weakest point in situations like these, the way he'll always be made stupid and wanting.

It means that paired with Sypha's finish, there's a lower pitched companion. It's shuddery moans, hips moving too fast, pressing against them both as much as he can so that when he finishes with a last shout, they can feel every bit of delight he does.

Alucard's not sure who can take anyone's weight right now. Probably none. So when he stills, there's a very, very careful attempt to just move onto the floor.]

[ Trevor is less careful, sinking into the rug on his back with Sypha pulled to his chest and only putting as much effort into doing so delicately as it takes to make sure she stays pressed against him. She's far too warm against him, almost unbearably so now, but the discomfort's more than worth it to feel her breathing against him.

Alucard, though, because of his lack of care in positioning himself when he sank to the ground, is just slightly out of reach. He stretches out an arm anyway, fingertips just barely grazing against his skin as he makes disgruntled Belmont noises about this situation. ]

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