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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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[There's a sigh, and it is fond and exhausted.]

It was rhetorical.

[Alucard's close enough to where Sypha's other hand is that he can both watch her stroke Trevor's spine and see the twitch. It's a little too much to witness, and Alucard shifts just a little. It lets him tangle his legs up with Trevor's just a bit more.

The hand that is in Trevor's moves up Trevor's chest a little, then down. Repeats the motion, and Alucard's so content to take all of this slowly. His lips move from just below Trevor's ear to the part of Trevor's spine that Sypha's hand can't reach.]

Good.

[ That's all he manages to say before Sypha's lips are on his. She's released his hand to bring both of hers up to his face for it, cradling it in them while she kisses.

It means that whatever sound he makes when Alucard's lips press against his spine is muted, but there are more than enough more silent signs to get the idea across. The muscles of his back tighten, as if they're all curling in toward Alucard, and then very slowly release. His hand, curled around Alucard's on his chest, does likewise. ]

[Alucard lets go over Trevor's hand reluctantly and replaces it with his other. There's a reason for it, and that's because with this being the free hand, it is easier for Alucard to not just kiss down Trevor's spine, but stroke down everything he's already put his lips against.

It is terribly slow. Careful to kiss each vertebrae in the proper order. Making sure each kiss is felt.]

[ The noise, as it turns out, sounds something like humming, growing higher in pitch until it ends with a choked sound and the rest of the breath comes out as a sigh. The muscles tighten again, and this time they remain like that, trembling slightly as Alucard's attention remains there. The muscles of his neck pull his head back, leaving his throat open to Sypha, who has no self-imposed ban from it and also apparently no concerns about awkward questions he might need to answer about bruises there at the next knitting meeting. His breaths come short and shallow, making tiny noises each time they leave him. ]

Adrian-

[ It's very soft, not much louder than the little sounds that are coming out of him with each breath. And he doesn't know what he's asking for, he just wants to say the name. He's been saying that name more since the incident a while ago. ]

[That's a noise Alucard could stand to hear again and again. That's a noise he wants to see up close and personal, because to not see the face Trevor is making is true agony. There are more kisses up Trevor's spine, just as slow as they were going down.

But as Alucard's lips go up, the hand of his that is entwined with Trevor's goes down. Down his chest, slow and gentle, down past the waist of his pants, down over his thighs so that there's pressure there. Pressure moving in a very slow circle, just as Alucard reaches Trevor's shoulders again.

He's as close to Trevor as he can possibly be, all fine suit fabric pressed against bear skin. With Sypha spoiling Trevor's neck with attention, Alucard presses soft kisses to the back of his head instead, mixed with soft nuzzles of Trevor's hair.

Their room is closed off from the world. It was the one room Alucard encouraged them both to ward as they saw fit, make as secure as possible. For that, there can never be prying eyes here. No one to ever disturb the room and the security of it.]

[ The process of every last thew of his back relaxing back into place after tensing and curling backward toward Alucard is slow, with a slight shudder to it. There's no more noise at it, save for how even his breaths come, but whatever look is on his face, Sypha's stopped what she's doing to better watch it.

Both of them are dressed almost fully, and he is very much not, and that's not entirely an unusual situation (he spent as much as he could get away with of the later part of summer and the early parts of autumn wearing as little shirt as possible, because summer here is fucking miserable, and he wonders every now and then if that contributed to Alucard at least being so quick to accept his affections) but it adds to the sensation of being vulnerable but cared for.

Sypha's hands aren't doing much of anything right now, but she's staring at both of them with the most adoring face and he can't not pull her closer. So he unweaves his hand from Alucard's - he doesn't need the reminder that he's here anymore, not with the buttons of his suit jacket cold against his back. After a few false starts because he's too stupid with bliss to realize that his hand is stuck down the side of his trousers and that's why it's not moving the way he wants it to, he has his arms around her. He pulls her closer until he's trapped between the both of them. ]

That's nice.

[ The still-gloved hand on his thigh, he means. But also all of this. Absolutely all of this. He's flitting into french every now and then, the same way he does when he's half-asleep or panicked or any number of other things - it's apparently just a thing that happens when his ability to think is compromised by something. ]

Back at the party- you should do that more often. I liked it.

[One particular thing that has never been a mystery, nor subtle has been the fact that Sypha does like to watch the other two. Alucard's no better in that regard, so when he feels Sypha's gaze, Alucard milks it for all it's worth. Presses kisses along Trevor's shoulder blade, tender and looking up at Sypha every so often just because he knows what the result is.

Alucard's hand stays where it is for a few moments before it travels up, starting to deal with the problem that is called Trevor has a belt on and we need to fix that. A problem compounded by Trevor pulling Sypha right up against him, so Alucard's hand is just sort of stuck there now and there's no better place for his hand to be trapped, is there?

It's a sight. Alucard sighs all too happily for it, mind wandering against the tradition of how one spends New Year's Day is a predictor of the year to come. A good year.

He answers in English. Softly.]

Will you be like this every time I do?

Every time you tell a room full of people 'this man is ours, and no-one else's'?

[ He sinks back in to Alucard, tilting his head back so that he can see his face. It's flushed from ear to pinkish ear and from nose to collarbone. His eyes are heavy and not entirely focused, staring more at a nearby lock of Alucard's hair than at his face. His lips are parted slightly and his breath is slow and steady but comes out trembling.

The movement also gives a little more room to work with, and Sypha's hands fall upon Alucard's, guiding it through the motions of unhooking the belt. ]

Absolutely. Every time.

[That face is everything.

Alucard knows he's made the equivalent of that face time and again. But to see the version of that on Trevor's face, the softness, the relaxation, the sheer fucking bliss, it's the greatest thing in the world. He never knew how badly he wanted to see it until now.

What else can he do but kiss that face? Put lips to lips. Make sure tongue meets tongue, and hold Trevor there for as long as he possibly can. This beautiful, perfect look on Trevor will come around again. But it will not be the first time and it is terribly precious.

Sypha's hands end up doing all the work. Alucard has just enough in him to move his legs so that Trevor's trousers can be removed. There. One of them's free.

When Alucard does pull away (only for want of air), he just smiles.]

Then we'll do it as often as possible.

[ Sypha begins the second part of the process of undressing him, and he at least has the presence of mind in the aftermath of that kiss to move his legs to finish it, kicking off his trousers until they hang from the foot of the bed.

He doesn't have a whole lot more than that, because Alucard is smiling at him and even just that is a lot. That smile means he's done something right, even if he has no fucking clue what it might have been. He's aware that he's the only one here who doesn't have clothes on, and that feels a little strange, and- he rather hopes the clothes do leave sooner rather than later, because they're nicer than his church clothes and he doesn't want to ruin them. But for now it's nice to be the only one coming apart so visibly, to just become more and more of a pliant mess of emotion with the other two there around him to guide him through it. ]

Yours. [ He says, and it's low enough to be a whisper and dies into a soft sigh as Sypha lets a hand settle against his hip and strokes gently. ] Yours.

[Alucard presses a tender kiss to Trevor's forehead. He's not as far gone as Trevor is, but he matches that softness perfectly.]

More importantly, we're yours.

[In the sheer mess of emotion that is Trevor Belmont, this seems an important point to underscore. He's so very much undone that the point may not stick, and he'll have to be reminded in other little ways. That's the opposite of a hardship, and one that Alucard looks forward to.

Where Sypha's hand is gives Alucard an idea. One that will at least solve half the problem of the other two being dressed, so far as he can tell. There's another long and slow kiss pressed to Trevor's lips, then Alucard withdraws from the bed in full. Stands up, and gives Sypha just enough time to turn Trevor over so that the two can watch Alucard carefully undress himself, Sypha's hand still at Trevor's hip.

There's a simplicity to the actions that belie exactly how bothered Alucard's become at all of this as well. He'll never turn as pink as Trevor or Sypha do, but his hands are the giveaway. Cufflinks go down on the bedside table, and his fingers shake just a bit. Buttons on his shirt take just a little bit longer to undo, and having two sets of eyes on him cause more fumbles than would be there otherwise. None of that precludes the fact that he folds his shirt properly once it's off (same with his trousers), but God in heaven this is starting to become too much.]

Mine.

[ It's soft, and where each 'yours' had had an undercurrent of aching longing to it, there's only quiet satisfaction in this. His Sypha. His Adrian.

The cool, solid surface of Alucard's chest behind him is gone, and for just a moment he doesn't understand why. He's half turned - there's a desperation to the movement - even before Sypha guides him over the rest of the way onto his other side. And it's just about worth being separated for a few moments. Because he's dizzy with wanting right now, but he can still pick out the important things. The important things like the way the cufflinks click against the hairpin on the bedside table, and how that click happens more than once because Alucard's hands are trembling, and it's a little like a bell ringing. Important things like the way it takes him a good twenty seconds to untangle a lock of hair caught in his collar button. Like the simple efficiency of it all combined with the fumbling.

Except then there's a soft gasp, followed by a deliberately slow exhale. Because Sypha is at his back now, hands trailing upward along his spine from his arse while her lips move downward from the back of his neck. And hopefully that gasp is enough to catch his attention away from the task of folding clothes, because this is his chance to see the face that he got out of Trevor earlier, eyes closed and mouth hanging open just slightly, lower lip drawn behind his teeth but not quite bitten down upon. He's leaning back into Sypha now, trembling a little with the tension as his body tries to curl further backwards against her touch. ]

Yes.

[Confirmation and a reminder. That one word from Trevor can hang in the air for as long as it likes, but it must be responded to with all the reinforcement in the world.

The gasp does catch Alucard's attention, just as he's folding his trousers. He stops halfway through, fabric landing on the floor with a soft fwump. What he sees is a face he wants to replicate again and again, because it is damn near obscene on Trevor. There's a little gasp of Alucard's own in response to it, dumbstruck by just how overwhelming what he's looking at is right now.

Everything else is removed as quickly as it can be. No more folding. No more fussing. Just flinging socks over the shoulders and returning to bed as quickly as he can. Hands moving to press against Trevor's chest and to take Trevor's face and gently hold it. Legs not tangling up quite yet because Sypha still has to undress herself. Making sure that there's as much skin against skin as humanly possible.

He sighs. Still awstruck. Still caught up in what he's seeing.]

Beautiful.

[ Sypha's lips draw away first, and then her touches grow lighter. And slowly, slowly, Trevor begins to sink back toward Alucard. For a moment, and then Sypha quickly runs a (suspiciously cold) finger down his spine and he twists back again dramatically, letting out an honest to goodness moan. There's a laugh from behind him, one that sounds like honey tastes, and Sypha shifts so that she's at the foot of the bed to undress where both of them can see her doing so without moving too much.

There wasn't a whole lot of coherent thought in Trevor to begin with, and with that last touch he's all but gone, slowly unfurling and wrapping trembling limbs around Alucard. ]

[Oh. Oh.

Alucard takes Trevor into his arms in a single sweeping gesture and holds him tight. That moan was an indicator that they've let this go on for much too long as it is, and now everything else is just cruel. He needs them now, now that he's so far gone.

Watching Sypha undress, one of Alucard's hands slinks down and takes all of Trevor carefully. There's no stroking, not yet, just cool and firm pressure. Like it might keep Trevor just a little bit more grounded, holding on until Sypha's thrown her garments onto the floor.]

[ There's less impatience than might be expected of him. He doesn't try to move his hips or buck into Alucard's hand. Just watches as Sypha finishes with the fastenings of her dress and lets gravity slide it away from her body. Just settles against Alucard as she returns to the bed, hand on his hip again, lips in his hair.

There's no need to be impatient, he can trust them to be kind to him. He's theirs, after all. Their hunter. Their Belmont. Their informant and protector and potatobrand knitter and whatever else he can possibly make himself be for them. And they love him for it. They're reward him for it. He can trust them.

He's still save for the way that his fingers and legs tremble against Alucard with anticipation, Sypha's own legs slipping around his softly. ]

[Alucard doesn't do anything until Sypha's with them again. When she's settled, when she's pressing kisses to Trevor again, that's when his hand starts to move. Not fast. Not by much. Slowly, not wanting to overwhelm Trevor even more.

Because he is so very overwhlemed, he was like that the moment they got into the car and everything sinece then has been escalation. Wonderful, perfect escalation, as perfect as the Belmont gathered up in both their arms, just waiting.

The sigh that Alucard lets out is the happiest he's been all night.]

Trevor.

[They really should move beyond this though. There's a kiss to the tip of Trevor's nose.]

How do you want us?

[There's a strong chance Trevor is going to be too far gone to respond. If he isn't, then let him direct this.]

...Soon?

[ It's- not the best answer. Except it is, because Sypha chuckles warmly at it and it's that just as much as the slow movement of Alucard's hand that makes his fingers tense against the vampire's shoulders.

He can't think much more than that. How can he think, when Alucard breathes out his name so easily it's like it's been on his tongue for years? When Sypha's hand is small and soft and far too warm against his hip, trailing forward to just graze against dark curls? How could anyone? ]

Soon. [ He repeats, and his voice is trembling and splitting into desperate gasps. ] And- a lot. Until it's too much. So much that you have to carry me to the kitchen at breakfast.

[ Breakfast is a strong term, since the chances of anyone being awake before noon are looking unlikely. ]

[There's a warm laugh from Alucard that gets pressed into a kiss on Trevor's cheek. It's roughly what he thought, and then he shifts just enough to catch Sypha's eyes. They've had nearly a year to build up the skills to communicate without saying a word, and apparently they're in sync enough that even this can be taken care of with just a few blinks and a nod of the head.

Alucard has to withdraw his hand. Scoot up and roll onto his back so he can reach the nightstand. It's enough time for Sypha to gently guide Trevor so he's facing her. Focusing his attention on her, her, her until Alucard's gotten what he needs from the drawer and can focus his attention on the other two.]

Here we go then.

[He whispers it into Trevor's ear and punctuates the sentiment with a kiss to the very top of Trevor's jawline. Lets Sypha guide Trevor inside of her, while Alucard fusses with the bottle of lube in his hand and getting enough onto his hand.]

[ Logically, he should recognize that Alucard is moving away for a good reason. Not much of him is operating on logic right now, and he feels the loss keenly for a half-second it takes before Sypha guides him to turn toward her. And she's beautiful, beautiful and disheveled from the dancing and she's staring at him like he's something worth staring at and he's staring at her like he's witnessing a miracle.

And then Alucard's back, whispering to him, and he's joined with her and his arms are coiled around her, pulling her tightly against his chest. ]

Please- [ He whispers under his breath, though he knows there's no need to at this point. There's no need to get impatient. Alucard's there. He can trust him. ]

[Alucard's incredibly careful at this point. He's always careful at this point, fingers incredibly slick and making sure that there's nothing that can go wrong. He can take a rougher, less prepared moment easier. (Vampire healing has so many perks.) Trevor can't, and so Alucard's patient. Murmurs nothing in particular against Trevor's back as he does the work, and once Alucard's satisfied, his fingers withdraw.

Absence is only for a moment more. Alucard moves to where he must be, then enters Trevor with all the care in the world. Sypha's still as Alucard does so, and she's kind enough to turn Trevor's face so Alucard can watch Trevor's expression change.

(In turn, that means Trevor can watch Alucard's. It's not the same level of bliss that Trevor's is at, but the look of absolute adoration is in his eyes. Smile soft and beaming on his face, like spring sunshine.]

[ Sypha's hand is cupping his cheek, turning his face, and he wants to resist because her face is his whole world right now. But she wouldn't be doing this if it wouldn't make him happy. She wouldn't do anything that didn't make someone happy. And Alucard is looking at him with a gaze that could melt ice.

His own face is stupid and human, eyes closed and cheeks bright and flushed and hair already sticking out everywhere and clinging to his forehead. His mouth hangs open slightly, breathing out wordless noises with every slight movement. He's overwhelmed, completely and utterly, and it's so, so perfect. He wasn't going to need to use his mind or body any time soon anyway, not when he's in the safest place in the world.

Distantly, he's aware that he's not going to last. One hand trails down to where he and Sypha are joined, to at least try to make sure she isn't left out by that even if his movements are all trembling and uncoordinated, and she lets her head fall into his chest at that. Her own arms reach past him, settling in Alucard's hair, a set of short fingernails going in for the back of his neck (because of course they do). ]

[A beautiful, stupid human face that's so far gone that it ought to be obscene. But somehow it isn't. There's a greater intimacy to looking at that face than Alucard thought was ever possible, and yet there they are. All three of them tangled up, brought to a perfect momentary stillness because Trevor's face is at the height of beautiful perfection.

Alucard's hands wrap around Trevor's waist. Moves so that his chest is flush against Trevor's back, meaning that Sypha's hands don't have terribly far to go. There's a terrible groan from Alucard as her nails find that exact spot, and the way he shudders means that Trevor's going to feel every inch of it.

For spite, his other hand goes under Trevor's other side and rests on Sypha's breast. Gropes gently, and as Alucard does so, there's a single thrust. Just to test and see what direction everyone is going to move in. See how long Trevor might last.]

[ It isn't really that long, in the end - he's been half undone since the kiss. It's probably a miracle that he lasted this long. ]

Yours. [ He whispers, in between every other less muted sound, because he can't say two names at once.

For a little while everything is too much. One of Sypha's hands returns to him, stroking his hair softly as he's reduced to a gasping, trembling mess. Even just that is a lot. But he recovers a little of himself after a moment. Starts to see Sypha as herself again rather than as a lot of blobs of too-bright colour in her vague shape. Regains enough control of his body to start moving his hand against Sypha again, and smiles weakly when it earns him a soft gasp. ]

Keep going. Please keep going. [ His voice is quieter than his breath is, at this point, but there's a level of intent to it that doesn't match how quiet and shaking it is. ]

[Alucard's hips don't speed up until he is certain that all three of them are as settled as possible. His own concentration can't slip until that point, and until that happens, he's so brilliantly aware of every little detail. Trevor's breath and the way he trembles. How Sypha's sudden gasp seems to melt them both four times over. How warm, warm, brilliantly warm they all are.

He presses more kisses along Trevor's shoulder once Alucard is certain they're entwined in just the right way. They're less tender than before. Messier and hotter, and at the word please there's increase in speed.

The hand around Trevor's waist tightens. No claws, but there's a new assertiveness that Alucard's kept at bay before.]

As you wish.

[He breathes the words out with a quiet enthusiasm in his voice. Huskier and deeper than it might be otherwise.]

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