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[ His tongue strokes over Alucard's, exploring just a little. Mapping out a warm mouth and blunt teeth. His hands do likewise, stroking over Alucard's body. Up his sides, along his back, over his hips and thighs. ]

Every last fucking part of you is so lovely. How am I meant to choose?

[ The breathlessness when he breaks away from the kiss lends his voice a new quality, low and conspiratorial. The kind of thing that he might attempt to imitate if he were deliberately trying to be sultry and fail. It's a rhetorical question. Because he isn't meant to choose. Alucard is. ]

Tell me where I should touch, to make you feel good.

[Alucard's tongue responds in kind, moving no faster than Trevor's. Letting it explore, wanting it to. All of it is want right now, with no fear hiding behind it. The feeling is divine, and already his body is singing because of it.

He should make some kind of remark about how Trevor had this all planned, didn't he? But Alucard doesn't. There's nothing more than a sigh of contentment as his hands come to rest on either side of Trevor's neck, then down his shoulders.]

My chest. You can always lean up and kiss my lips if you're there.

That? [ He kisses Alucard. It's quick, experimental, trying to get a sense for how much the previous kiss has bruised his lips. How sensitive they'll be to more. ] Is an excellent point.

[ And then, he moves downward.

He doesn't remove Alucard's shirt, just pulls it upward. Just enough to reveal the lower few far-too-visible ribs at first, so that he can kiss each one. Nudging the shirt up further with his lips as he goes. With it gone, there's nothing keeping his stubble from grazing over Alucard's ribs. ]

You got bony again, didn't you? [ It's the wrong time to be critical, though, and so instead he moves back down for a moment. Another kiss over each rib. A short pause to bury his face in Alucard's torso, chuckling in delight. ] Still lovely. Just wish there were more of you.

I know. [He's soft instead of smug when he says it. That and the little hiss shows how far gone and how gently bruised he is. He's not overloaded. Just sensitive enough. Just delighted enough.

His hands go for Trevor's hair automatically once he moves downward. Instinct. Needing to hold onto something and knowing the sheets are a poor substitute. As warm and lovely as they are, Trevor's fine hair and slowly warming body are much more important.

Early on, he'd go still when Trevor kissed at his lower chest. It was a reminder of circumstances, and Alucard was certain that it made Trevor worry and killed the mood. Now? Now they can comment on it and nothing more, and--

--Oh. The moment Trevor's face just mushes into him, Alucard's gone. He doesn't know why beyond how affectionate Trevor's words are. How wonderful they are to hear. How it's just another version of I love you from the dhampir's lips.]

Easier for you to envelope.

[Because he loves that too. Trevor wrapped around him entirely, holding him. Saying stupid shit like this and meaning every word.

That how it's going to be?

[ He sees your cheeky little use of innuendo there, blondie, and no, he's not about to object to that. What a damn fool he'd be to do such a thing, honestly.

Gloves tossed aside, boots scuff themselves against the flooring of the room as he makes his way over to the couch and stops before it, a smile on his lips. ]

If I didn't know any better, I'd say you planned this.

No Belmont, I lounge around the castle all day dressed like this for my own pleasure and amusement.

[He wants to scowl, but the most he can manage is an eyeroll. One of Aluard's hands reaches over, and there's an absolute grab at the fabric of Trevor's shirt.]

Don't be rude when I'm trying to be nice.

Who's to say you don't?

[ Teasing, he lets himself get pulled by the shirt and drops himself down atop the dhampir, knee pressing into the cushion of the couch. A grin on his face, he lets the tips of his fingers roam over the front of this... contraption... clothing. ]

Where'd you get this anyway? You sure as hell weren't sleeping in it.

Well if that gives you something to think about when you're away next, I won't stop you.

[He's absolutely smug after saying that, which maybe he shouldn't be in this position. But there. Trevor is exactly where he should be, and Alucard's pleased enough.

It's all cool skin under Trevor's fingertips, interrupted by the black lace draped across Alucard's chest that mostly seems to exist to frame his chest. The blazer itself is an all too fine material (not silk, Alucard isn't that indulgent), soft and just a hair warmer than the dhampir.]</small That's a secret for me to carry.

[ Sulky bastard, cheeky bastard. He's used to this by now but that doesn't mean he doesn't give a bit of a snort at that reply. ]

Or you could continue to be nice and just tell me...

[ But even as he asks, he expects no real reply and instead, leans himself in, tips of his fingers tugging at the front of it, slipping in close... and stealing a kiss from those lips. ]

What difference does it make? Looking for a version you can wear?

[This is in fact just about right for their level of normal. Why be romantic when you can lovingly jab at each other instead?

All the same, it's damn nice when Trevor finally kisses him. There's no hesitation in the fact Alucard makes damn sure he chases after those lips when Trevor pulls away, leaning up and further against his hand.]

Four days after the snowstorm, Sypha emerged victorious from the onslaught of deadlines. Her tenement article had been so well timed with the storm that her penname received supportive and threatening letters. She buzzed with awareness that her words were reaching people, bolstering some and unnerving others.

Given some time and space to think over all she'd learned about Adrian Tepes, Sypha...maintained her current trajectory. She wondered if there were something wrong with her, that she could hear the word 'dhampir', accept it as truth, and still find the man's company enjoyable. Excitable, even! Did that make her stupid, or open-minded? Surely this ought to bother her? There was a whole world layered just beneath the one she occupied, full of stories she'd been told but discounted. A potentially dangerous world at that.

There was a whole world layered just beneath this one, and she knew nothing about it! Just imagine if she could find the right words to access and enervate it.

The courtyard is well trodden, hard packed snow by now. Sypha crosses its dimpled surface, arms full of the day's shopping, and bypasses her own door completely. She raps at Adrian's instead, and when it opens, declares:

"I want to know everything! Good afternoon, by the way."

All the better to elbow me in your sleep?

[ The words are muffled slightly by Alucard’s skin. Slowly, he raises his head, leaving a trail of kisses and stubble-scratching as he does. It’s taking him a while to reach his destination, with him letting himself get distracted like this along the way.

But that’s fine. Slow and meandering and adoring is the point of this. And so when he finally pulls the shirt up as far as he can, so it’s bunched up at his collarbone, the first thing he does it bury his face in his chest again. Maybe there’ll never be as much give there as there ought to be. Maybe it’ll always be all hard bone and sharp angles. It’s still the most comfortable place in the world. ]

Mmph.

[ He’ll go back to words in a moment or so. For now, just muffled sounds of joy and the occasional tiny kiss. ]

Oh yes, that too.

[There's a soft laugh, and oh. It's really the chin stubble that makes it. Adds texture to kiss after kiss, and all Alucard can do is lie back and take in every wonderful moment. That he can? That there's no paranoia to go with it?

That's an awful lot, and he starts to drift, awash in affection. Even when fabric gets all bunched up in one spot. Even when there's a face against all that hard bone.

Nimble fingers thread through Trevor's hair. Trevor can't see it at the moment, but there is such a happy smile on Alucard's face. Small and thin but radiating.

[ It's a little funny, now Alucard's hands always find their way back to his hair. How it always feels correct when they do, as if they're always meant to be there and things have just been temporarily wrong. There wasn't really any particular tension in his body in the first place, but he still relaxes visibly when fingertips brush over his scalp. ]

Never really thought I was lucky before, but here we are. [ He brushes his lips over a nipple, with no shirt in the way this time, rolling the other softly between a finger and thumb. ] Here you are, with me.

[ Is he going a little over the top with being sappy? Absolutely. Does he mean every word? Also absolutely. ]

[He doesn't like sitting idle. It's a truth that has long since been born out with how he fidgets in seats if there's nothing else happening. How he has to look around a room they're in twice when they're beyond the estate. All these little things that are born of instinct and too many years alone. So his hands in Trevor's hair? It's the kindest, softest way to avoid being idle.

There's a little noise of agreement with luck, and Alucard angles his head down just in time to watch Trevor kiss that nipple. The mmmmm that comes out is halfway between whimper and nose of delight, and he really, really can't help that his hips threaten to roll forward.]

You always were. [He survived being turned into a dhampir, after all.] It's just a different manifestation.

I like this manifestation.

[ He stops talking for a little while, all the better to lavish attention on Alucard’s chest. Kisses and licks, because he has to hear more of that wonderful, wonderful noise. And the occasional little pinch or brush of teeth, probably not an effective deterrent, when Alucard’s hips threaten to move. ]

I’m so glad that you found me. That you chose me. That you come back here, every time. [ He says eventually, lifting his head to kiss Alucard’s mouth before lowering it to his chest again. ] That you let me try to make it worth your while.

[I do too. But it's a sentiment better expressed with all the soft noises Trevor's intent on hearing, and oh. It's there, intermitten and mixed with sighs that would be better off coming from a swooning maiden, not a scrawny alchemist being kissed stupid by (in his estimation) a far more attractive dhampir.

His hips threaten only at the pressure. They're good and still and patient otherwise, knowing that there's a time for them and it isn't yet.

Alucard's return kiss involved nipping just a little at Trevor's lips. Enough to try and keep him there for just a moment more.]

You do. Every time. Because you love me.

I do. [ And it feels a little silly to say it in so many words, but- ] I love you.

[ He brings his hand downward again. Over ribs and hips, catching the waistband of Alucard’s trousers with his fingertips. He licks his lips absentmindedly as he does, being about as subtle about his plans for the near future as he has been about anything else so far. ]

You’re doing okay? Not too much teasing?

[He's smiling already, but it grows so much warmer for those words. They could end here and now, and he'd be the happiest creature in the house for a month.

His hips wiggle a little as Trevor's hand winds it's way down.]

I'm wonderful. But could we get rid of my shirt now, please?

Alucard dropped by Sypha's home once or twice after the snows, mostly to ensure she had food and fuel but otherwise leaving her be. Oh, yes, they had kissed and that had been nice, but she was still working. That work was more important than...whatever might come of spending more time together. At the moment they were in a very liminal space that the dhampir couldn't make heads nor tails of. He just knew better than topush.

She was a firebrand. Reminded him of Maria, of his mother, of all the best people he met who were headstrong and certain and wanted to fight authority. That air of the familiar counted for a lot, and it made him not immediately wish to retreat to the mountains and his father's castle.

When there's a knock onthe door, Alucard has a feeling about who is there. He tries not to run to the door, but his feet do move quickly. Quicker than he anticipated.

"Good afternoon to you as well," is the response. "Please define everything."

If you insist.

[ He peels himself away from Alucard only a little reluctantly, pushing himself up from the bed so he can sit down on it instead of flopping forward over it. It's only a little awkward to pull Alucard's shirt out from underneath him without lifting him, with most of the work going into making sure not to catch his hair.

And then he just stares for a while. Stares at Alucard, his hair fanned out around him. At the little bruises and flushes that his attention has left him with. At the map of bones and scars and a thousand individual things that he hates that Alucard has had to endure, but that somehow lead to a whole that he adores. ]

Have I told you how lovely you are lately? [ Literally like five minutes ago, Trevor. There's a laugh in his voice. He knows how silly and repetitive he's being. ] Going to have to learn a new language. I've run out of words for it in this one.

[Alucard makes every effort to help with removing his shirt. He arcs and twists and then laughs when it seems like Trevor's attempts are failing but...there. They've figured it out, and his hair is as perfect as it could ever be.

When Trevor stares, Alucard reaches out. Puts one hand on Trevor's forearm and strokes up and down. It's there. He's being gentle. And Alucard doesn't know how else to make it clear how happy he is.]

I could stand to hear it a few more times.

[it's nice, being told it.]

I could listen to it forever.

You might just have to.

[ He will. Forever. He’ll be old and grey and Trevor will still be here, hair still dark and beard still not grown. Still telling him. He just keeps staring down, smiling. ]

I’ll keep telling you, you know. Until it’s the only thing you know. Until you hear it in your dreams every night. Until even when you leave you can’t forget it for a moment, and you can’t think of anything else but what I’ll do to you when you come home.

[Alucard's hands slide out of Trevor's hair. Settle on either side of his face and just holds him there. Memorizing every inch of Trevor's face, and in turn, letting something blossom on his own. It's happiness, real and true and unadulterated, beaming out of every inch of the alchemist.]

I want it to be the only thing I know.

[He'd sooner forget life before this. Truly he would. And all of Trevor's words? Those feel like a promise. One that Alucard seals by bringing Trevor's face closer to his, and kissing the dhampir.]

[ When they were travelling together, they had a covered wagon. The cloth of it tore in a storm while they were asleep, and he woke to a tiny sliver of sunlight above him shining through the torn roof.

He thinks of that, seeing happiness gleaming through Alucard. Shining out of the cracks, beautiful in a way that it would never be were those broken places simply not there.

And he kisses him. There’s no insistent tongue poking around in his mouth this time. No exploration. Just a kiss, his lips on Alucard’s, until he can feel him tremble just slightly for want of air. He pulls away, breathless and adoring. ]

So- [ He pauses for a moment, takes a few breaths and continues. ] -you didn’t have any pressing plans to continue wearing trousers for the rest of the day, did you?

[ Not the most romantic thing he’s said today. ]

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