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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Well that’s going to be fucking inconvenient. Maybe ‘just’, then, until I can figure something out.

[ He bites softly at Alucard’s ear before trailing kisses back to where neck meets shoulder. It would be terribly rude not to return his attention to there after Alucard guided him there so nicely. ]

Not that I’m in any hurry to move on.

[The pads of Alucard's fingers press tighter against Trevor's back as the attention returns to the perfect spot on his neck. It's impossible not to press harder against Trevor, just as it's impossible for him to squeeze Trevor's waist with both of his thighs, letting out a soft, shuddery breath as he does so.]

I could clean myself off, but I think that is the opposite of what you want right now.

Mm. I'd have to let go for that to work, wouldn't I?

[ Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if the grease were gone, but letting go so that that can be achieved - that would be awful.

His breath is rough against Alucard's neck when he digs his fingers into his back, and he shifts so that a little more of the vampire's weight is against the wall for a moment so that he can move one hand without risking him falling, stroking it against the back of his thigh. ]

Don't want to. [ He says, the words coming slowly in between bites that aren't hard enough to hurt and kisses intended to soothe them anyway. ] Can't. You're too fucking beautiful.

You would. Perish the thought.

[It'd be the very worst thing. Just like how for Alucard in this moment, one of the very worst things is that he desperately wants Trevor to both stay where he is and tilt his head up so the vampire can kiss him on his stupid, beautiful mouth. (Trevor uses that word a lot, doesn't he? Beautiful.)

He tries to satisfy himself by nuzzling the top of Trevor's head (less neck to expose), in dragging the hand on Trevor's back down because the spine is a delicate thing, but it doesn't help. It's made worse when Trevor's hand slides under to stroke at Alucard's thigh, because the twitch that follows is far, far too uncontrolled.

To hell with the neck. Alucard yanks at Trevor's hair, just enough to get Trevor's attention. To tilt his head up, so that every hungry kiss can be lavished upon Trevor.

And there's only one word for the moment. Or a few, said with as much smartassery as can be mustered.]

Absolutely perfect.

[ The kiss was hungry before. When Alucard drags his hand down Trevor's back he makes a low sound into the kiss and it grows moreso. It would be bruising in its intensity if Alucard ever bruised, it certainly is likely to be so on Trevor, and he keeps it going just a little longer than he lungs can stand, so he has to pull away very suddenly for air. He's flushed when he does, panting for breath, hair clinging to the side of his face with sweat even in November. ]

Absolutely.

[ There's no smartassery in the response, and the gaze that accompanies it as he catches his breath again, a moment of softness in the middle of a whole lot of aggression and hunger, is adoring and awestruck in equal measure.

(His. Alucard - Adrian - is his. His to touch and his to kiss and his to hold and protect and make happy. He doesn't usually think of himself as having particularly good luck, but it's hard to deny it right now.)

He shifts his hands to make sure he can hold Alucard's weight, and then steps back from the wall, and his mouth goes back to Alucard's neck. This time, though, he only kisses once before grabbing the neckline of Alucard's shirt with his teeth, trying to pull it up over his head. ]

[This is ridiculous. Alucard is being made out with in his own garage, pressed against the wall, covered in motor oil and still with his sodding goggles on. There's an entire wall behind him, and he's the most stupid, sweaty, desperate idiot here.

Alucard can only let out a low, throaty laugh as Trevor backs them both up. As teeth try to remove his entire shirt, it's all he can do beside that and cling.]

You're going to have to let go of something at some point.

[His breath is heavy. This feels like the only point he'll have to catch his breath.]

[ He's trying. He's not doing brilliantly at removing the shirt, at his third attempt at getting the neckline over the bun that Alucard's hair is tied in. This would be a lot easier, even without using his arms, still, if he weren't carrying Alucard.

He manages on the fourth try, hooking the back of the shirt's neck over that bun so that he can let go of it for a moment, stretching his neck out after craning it like that and getting his breath back. ]

Shan't. Mine. Not letting go.

[It is a fact that this only works because Trevor Belmont is the most stubborn man in the planet. Alucard tries his best to help with all the shirt related nonsense, but that means letting go of Trevor and right now he can't do that. It'd throw Trevor's balance off, they'd fall over, and that would absolutely kill the mood.

But it's gone. Thrown in the direction of the door that leads into the house, and the vampire's half naked in the garage. There's the feeling of the fabric of Trevor's shirt against bare skin. It gets a content noise from the vampire, but that's replaced with a softer, genuinely thrilled smile at those five words.]

Never?

[There's a kiss. Softer, just for a moment. Hiding the desperation for something much more intense.]

Never.

[ Well. Maybe eventually. Just for a moment. He can't exactly undress either of them any further without it. He shoves Alucard back against the wall again, letting it take some of his weight as he moves his head downwards, returning the kiss first before planting similarly soft kisses at the corner of his mouth, then down over jaw and neck and collarbone until he starts to reach chest and can't go any further. ]

Not unless you can give me a damn good reason.

Can't think of one.

[They're stuck in this state of undress. Hardly a bad place to be in, and Alucard's going to accept that the wall is now a good and solid friend. (So much better than florr.) One that keeps Trevor limited in how far he can go, and there's such a happy sigh for it.]

I'd ride you here and now if we had what we needed.

[ The ridiculous thing - one of many ridiculous things about this whole situation, to be fair - is how easily that affects him. It really shouldn't throw him off entirely the way that it does, leaving him useless and flustered and stunned for a few seconds. It's not even that dirty. But it's coming from Alucard's mouth, and he looks so good like this, all disheveled and sweaty and human.

Half the hair's come out of that bun and the goggles were knocked to one side by the shirt misadventure but are stubbornly staying on and both of them are covered in engine grease now and fuck if this hasn't been the most appealing he's ever been. Which is an achievement in itself.

He takes a few seconds to catch himself, dragging his lips along Alucard's collarbone, just shy of where neck and shoulder meet. ]

Shit, and here I thought you'd be the type to balk at that kind of thing. Learn something new every day.

What, I'm not allowed to want to keep staying wrapped around you entirely?

[Because that's what he wants most. To just stay like this, flush against Trevor and clinging on to him for dear life. Able to appreciate Trevor from just a little bit higher than him, keenly aware that his hands can drag down Trevor's spine and make him groan and buck and keep being perfect.]

Where did you think this was ending?

[Trevor's hair is an absolute mess. Alucard can feel that there's sweat under Trevor's clothes as well, and God this shouldn't be as hot as it is. Hotter for where Trevor's teasing, provoking a low groan from the vampire.

At this point, the goggles do finally fall off.]

[ He nudges the goggles with a foot when they hit the ground to make sure that they havn't broken, because that might be kind of a mood ruiner. They haven't. Good. ]

Didn't think you'd balk at that part. More the 'here' part.

[ He doesn't have an answer to the question, because Alucard if you have been under the impression that Trevor has been thinking at all here then you are going to be sorely disappointed. ]

Going to have to keep a bottle of that stuff in the workbench. And every time you go to get something you can see it and remember why it's there.

The here is...

[They absolutely shouldn't. But Alucard just laughs at the fact they're even entertaining this thought. It's low and throaty and absolutely delighted to be at that point.]

Never imagined the need for it. But here we are.

[He sighs so happily for it, pressing his hips against Trevor. There's heat there, a contrast against the vampire's usual cold.]

We should do ourselves a favor and move for now though.

Hmm.

[ He kisses Alucard once more, adjusting his grip again to be sure they won’t fall when he moves away from the wall. Goodbye, wall, you were a good friend. ]

Should we clean you off? Or just fuck up the bedsheets in my own room?

[Alucard busies his one hand with carding through Trevor's hair. It's starting to cling to his skin, and it's getting wild. He's still fussing even now.]

Could just stay on the floor. [Florr, in this moment, is fine.] Make sure there's cushions under you and I'll suffer the consequences.

[ Of course he’s fussing even now. He wouldn’t be himself, wouldn’t be their perfect, ridiculous vampire if he wasn’t. Trevor laughs, and it’s a miracle he’s successfully navigating the castle when by all appearances he doesn’t seem to be able to take his eyes away from Alucard’s face. ]

Floor it is, then. I think we can make that work.

[ Their room, then. He squeezes the back of Alucard’s thigh before continuing. ]

[He has to fuss. He isn't at an angle where he can do much more than that, and Alucard hates when he is the center of attention and struggles to return it. Like this, he can fuss. He can kiss the top of Trevor's head, which is what he does next, careful to angle himself so that Trevor's vision isn't blocked.]

Then cleaning off. It'll be earned.

[He keeps kissing what he can reach. Keeps fussing, even as his thighs squeeze Trevor's waist tighter.]

Might not make it that far.

Course we will. I'm a determined fuck, remember?

[ The difficult part is going to be the stairs, which he reaches soon enough. It'll be easier if Alucard stops fussing to hold on to him for that part, and he could just ask him to do that like a normal person-

-or he could bite down at his neck again in the hopes that clinging on to him will be the natural response to doing that. ]

More like determined to--

[Never mind, it's a shitty joke and there are stairs. Those require actual concentration, not Trevor being a shit and biting the vampire. Which does have the exact reaction Trevor was hoping for, all four of Alucard's limbs squeezing ever so tighter around him and getting the vampire to stop fussing.

There's a soft whimper as he clings tighter.]

[ It's a shitty joke, but he laughs at it anyway. At it and how easily he can prompt the vampire to curl around him tighter. The stairs do take concentration, though, and so he falls silent as he focuses on keeping their combined weight balanced properly.

(Oh, he could absolutely just ask Alucard to float, but that wouldn't be as much fun.)

He kisses him again, softly, at the corner of the mouth, when he reaches the top. In their room he braces his own shoulders against a wall, careful not to trap Alucard's arms, and slides down it until he's sitting on the floor, propped up be the wall, Alucard kind of in his lap with his body heavy and cool and beautiful against his chest.

They're close enough to the bedside table that Alucard can reach it and its contents easily enough without moving away. ]

This the sort of thing you had in mind?

[Alucard's careful enough with the stairs. Falling over would be the greatest mood killer of all, and then there's the potential concussions and...no. Just no. Alucard would rather fall silent, his face nested in Trevor's hair, careful to stay still until they're in their room (their meaning three is never not a wonder to say right now). Until they're on the floor, and Alucard can roll his hips against Trevor to make it clear exactly how much he's enjoying all of this.

He has one hand on the wall for the sake of support, and the other rests on Trevor's chest for the moment. This has been...well, a lot, and there is still so much to go. His breath is steady now (won't be for much longer, of that the vampire is certain), and he takes the moment to just look at Trevor.

Alucard's seen him at this point before a few times now, but the texture of this is different. Rougher, more desperate, and that's thrilling.]

It's perfect.

[They're both still wearing pants though, and that's where the hand that was on Trevor's chest moves to, starting to take care of that problem.]

Could stand a little bit of refinement though.

[ Predictably, the second he slows down for even a a moment is the second when the doubt begins to set in. He probably should not have done all of this. This was probably a mistake. Alucard, at least in Trevor’s mind, is going to be upset later about being dragged away from car just because he’s stuck with a boyfriend who can’t keep it in his fucking pants.

But he seems happy now. He’s happy right now, and that’s important. At least as important as the fact that Trevor has probably fucked up and ruined everything at all times. He pushes himself up again slightly, just enough to lift his rear off the ground so that the trousers can be pulled past it. ]

And how would you expect me to refine it, liliacul meu? [ He reaches up to attempt to wipe some of the grease from Alucard’s cheek as he speaks, only really succeeding in smudging it around. ]

[There's a smirk at that little bit of French, because of course he goes for the bat nicknames. It's coupled with one finger hooking onto the waistband of Trevor's undergarments and pulling them pointedly, because yes, trousers are gone, but these aren't and that's a problem.]

There is one rather obvious one, I think.

[And with that he takes one of Trevor's hands and guides them to the crotch of his own trousers, rubbing against said hand to make a point.]

I'd dare you to use your teeth again, but I'm not that patient.

Shame. Would have been fun.

[ It’s a very good point, well made. Trevor’s counter argument is to not move his hand from there it was guided for a moment, just continuing to stroke at the front of Alucard’s trousers. ]

But then, I’d have had to move to be able to. And I’m not letting go.

[ It’d be downright criminal to break contact with Alucard right now. And eventually he sets about the task of undoing those offending trousers, sliding his hands under them and underwear both to stroke down Alucard’s hips as he pulls them away. ]

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