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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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[ 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. ]

[There's a sharp intake of breath when Trevor's hands don't move. The word unfair sits on Alucard's lips, but it never squeaks out. All the better for it when he's finally freed of all the clothing still on him (save the socks, but who cares about socks?), and exactly what Trevor's caused is in full view. The vampire is three-quarters hard and about to close that gap at this rate, all twitching hips and a too satisfied smirk on his face.]

As we've established.

[Shit. He has to back up though, just enough so he can reach for the nightstand. Let his wrist flop around for a moment or two and damn this is a shit angle.]

For just a moment though, lighten it more.

[ It’s tragic, that he has to let go of Alucard so soon after being able to properly appreciate the results of his work. ] Just for a moment.

[ He repeats it, then makes an unwilling, grumbling sound as he puts his hands on Alucard’s ribs, stroking down, over his hips and thighs until they eventually fall away from him at the knees. ]

Don’t go running off. I’ll chase you.

[As Trevor's hands run down from Alucard's ribs, the vampire is stretching to reach the bedside table. Every part of him is taught as he arches, which means Trevor's treated to the inward curve of his chest. The hand that was flopping around uselessly in the drawer before is now better angled, and after a few moments it pulls away, triumphant.]

That's one way to hunt vampires, I suppose.

[It's said with a smug grin as Alucard inches so that he's fully in Trevor's lap, mindful to place the bottle right beside them both. The smugness endures as Alucard demands another kiss, just as hungry and demanding as before.]

[ It's easier to be overwhelmed, just a little, now that he has space to feel things other than want. Which has its disadvantages, like being convinced he has absolutely fucked something up here. But also its advantages, like how all the parts of the world that aren't Alucard don't really seem to be here right now. There might be a bottle somewhere. Otherwise the entire world is just one beautiful, beautiful vampire.

He takes one of the long locks of hair that's fallen out of Alucard's bun, twisting it around his finger, flushed and maybe just a little awestruck by the kiss. ]

Only you, Adrian. Only you.

[ Look, responding to Alucard's jokes with the most genuine, sappy thing that comes into his head in an attempt to catch the vampire off guard is practically a joke in itself already. As well as the only way half of those more genuine things ever get said. ]

[When Alucard pulls away from the kiss, he can feel the shift in Trevor's mood. It's softer, yes, but moreover it is vulnerable in a way that nearly sends the vampire reeling. Only for a moment though, only a moment, because he can't let the words hang in the air. It could so badly. The words are swallowed up with another kiss, one hand tangled in the back of Trevor's hair to hold him in place and the other at the base of his cock, not daring to do anything just yet beyond apply careful pressure with the pads of his fingers. Those words aren't a joke to his ears. They may as well be a declaration of love.

He'd laugh if someone told him months ago the man who drunkenly tried to stake him would be on the floor of Alucard's bedroom, exposed and being kissed by the vampire. It might've brought the whole castle down. But that is reality, glorious and ridiculous and perfect, and Alucard is so, so happy for it.

There's still his hair twisted around Trevor's finger. There's still the bottle off to the side, and only one of these things need be addressed. Alucard is so, so reluctant as he breaks the kiss, and he feels worse for moving his hand away from Trevor's crotch.]

Mm. And if I ask you to stay still for a few moments?

[His hand goes for the bottle.]

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