Fuck.
[It's a breathless sigh, full of genuine wonder and surprise, rather than instruction on what to do. Another manifestation of being overwhelmed, because equally overwhelming? Is hearing what you're doing being verbally explained.
Or at least that's what does it for Alucard. Either way, this much too soft dirty talk is working something wonderful on him. Almost as much as Trevor taking them both in hand. At that, he has to stop and readjust his grip because oh, oh he's going to be clinging in a moment. One hand wraps around Trevor's shoulder, the other around his middle. Both hands threaten to rub against his spine, but they never quite do. It isn't meant to tease. He can't be cruel.
There's no words in Alucard's response either. There is only a kiss, one that tries to say all of those things back. It's deep with tongue brushing against fang, all the want and love in Alucard mixed in.]
[It's a breathless sigh, full of genuine wonder and surprise, rather than instruction on what to do. Another manifestation of being overwhelmed, because equally overwhelming? Is hearing what you're doing being verbally explained.
Or at least that's what does it for Alucard. Either way, this much too soft dirty talk is working something wonderful on him. Almost as much as Trevor taking them both in hand. At that, he has to stop and readjust his grip because oh, oh he's going to be clinging in a moment. One hand wraps around Trevor's shoulder, the other around his middle. Both hands threaten to rub against his spine, but they never quite do. It isn't meant to tease. He can't be cruel.
There's no words in Alucard's response either. There is only a kiss, one that tries to say all of those things back. It's deep with tongue brushing against fang, all the want and love in Alucard mixed in.]
Sometimes you can’t think of a good date spot so you just drag your boyfriend to hell instead
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miraclewhip
2020-02-29 02:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Hell is a land of colour. Of brightness. The human world is muted and soft, with the occasional bright spot of colour. Sin turns it brighter. Vanity dyes silks every colour of the rainbow and Greed and gluttony drive kings to build treasuries of gold and jewels. Envy and wrath paint it green and red. Magic and forgemastry tug those colours into the human world, from the bright orange of Sypha’s flame to the soft blue and red glows of the night creatures eyes and teeth.
The Trantoul estate is a place between. All the greys of the human world, but the sky is a little bluer and the grass a little greener. The magical false sunlight shines through everything like it would pass through a layer of oil paint, its light bouncing around within everything and shining out again a brighter, purer tone of whatever colour it touches. ]
It might be a little draining, passing through.
[ It’s something of an understatement. The process of passing through the gate was draining even to Leon himself. He can go with him, make the journey merely exhausting instead of dangerous and painful, but it’s still not going to be pleasant. Trevor offers Alucard an arm - he’ll probably need it. ]
It’ll be worth it, I swear.
[ Alucard’s separation from his magic wasn’t resolved by Leon’s death the way Sypha’s was. It hasn’t returned. Probably won’t until all the gates are re-openned, which can’t safely be done right now. And he hasn’t complained. Not once. Hasn’t even sighed wistfully while looking over books in the hold.
But Trevor remembers what he said. It must hurt, being so separated from one of the few parts of his family that he has left. He can give him that back, even if only temporarily.
It’s probably somewhat inappropriate, that the doors to the Trantoul estate’s chapel now lead to hell. It’s certainly a heck of a choice that Leon made. ]
Trust me?
The Trantoul estate is a place between. All the greys of the human world, but the sky is a little bluer and the grass a little greener. The magical false sunlight shines through everything like it would pass through a layer of oil paint, its light bouncing around within everything and shining out again a brighter, purer tone of whatever colour it touches. ]
It might be a little draining, passing through.
[ It’s something of an understatement. The process of passing through the gate was draining even to Leon himself. He can go with him, make the journey merely exhausting instead of dangerous and painful, but it’s still not going to be pleasant. Trevor offers Alucard an arm - he’ll probably need it. ]
It’ll be worth it, I swear.
[ Alucard’s separation from his magic wasn’t resolved by Leon’s death the way Sypha’s was. It hasn’t returned. Probably won’t until all the gates are re-openned, which can’t safely be done right now. And he hasn’t complained. Not once. Hasn’t even sighed wistfully while looking over books in the hold.
But Trevor remembers what he said. It must hurt, being so separated from one of the few parts of his family that he has left. He can give him that back, even if only temporarily.
It’s probably somewhat inappropriate, that the doors to the Trantoul estate’s chapel now lead to hell. It’s certainly a heck of a choice that Leon made. ]
Trust me?
...I do, but I'd like a little bit of elaboration.
[Alucard isn't sure what Trevor is planning at the current moment. He's been strange about it for a while, and Alucard has never known what to make of there being a chapel in a vampire's house.
He isn't sure what to make of a lot of things lately. That Sypha's magic has returned to her but his hasn't. That yes, the church's theory of magic being hellishly related is correct. That the tenous thing that tethered him to a past before the worst things happened has been snapped away against his will, with no means of regaining it in the near future.
It is hard, that last thing. But they both know it, and he sees no reason to remind Sypha or Trevor day in and day out. He's on an estate that is safe. That at least has a library similar to that of his parents.
It has to be enough.
All the same, he takes Trevor's hand. Something he's wanted to do for a while, ever since Sypha led the both of them out of the estate and into the sunshine, Leon dead and all of them so very worse for wear.]
Yeah. That. That's what it's like.
[ He moans into the kiss as Alucard's hands grip him tighter. Threaten to bring him undone right now, even if they never do. He's worlds more sensitive than Alucard is with his senses so enhanced, enough that just his own touch and the contact with Alucard is bringing him dangerously close. In a few hours, things will balance at the point where he can manage doing this more traditionally. But by then, maybe they'll just be here, asleep and content in each other's arms. Sypha attached to Alucard's front to remind him that he'll never be cold again in his life. And that? That will be just as good. Better.
Tongue touches fang, and for a moment he wants to move just slightly. Just enough to catch it and taste blood. He doesn't. Alucard trusts him, and he wouldn't break that trust for the world. But the thought of it pushes him to move his hand faster.
This time, when he breaks the kiss, he kisses Alucard's forehead softly. ]
Let me see you, for this?
[ And he spreads his fingers inside Alucard, rubbing his thumb over the heads of their dicks. ]
[ He moans into the kiss as Alucard's hands grip him tighter. Threaten to bring him undone right now, even if they never do. He's worlds more sensitive than Alucard is with his senses so enhanced, enough that just his own touch and the contact with Alucard is bringing him dangerously close. In a few hours, things will balance at the point where he can manage doing this more traditionally. But by then, maybe they'll just be here, asleep and content in each other's arms. Sypha attached to Alucard's front to remind him that he'll never be cold again in his life. And that? That will be just as good. Better.
Tongue touches fang, and for a moment he wants to move just slightly. Just enough to catch it and taste blood. He doesn't. Alucard trusts him, and he wouldn't break that trust for the world. But the thought of it pushes him to move his hand faster.
This time, when he breaks the kiss, he kisses Alucard's forehead softly. ]
Let me see you, for this?
[ And he spreads his fingers inside Alucard, rubbing his thumb over the heads of their dicks. ]
Oh. I- thought I'd show you where I grew up.
[ That's a normal thing people do for each other, right? He's been secretive about this until now. He doesn't know for sure that Alucard's magic will function properly beyond the door, and he doesn't want to get his hopes up. But it probably is good manners to at least let someone know before dragging them to hell. ]
It's- uh. This is the gate to hell. The one father wanted to seal. You can't stay long, but I want you to see it.
[ That's a normal thing people do for each other, right? He's been secretive about this until now. He doesn't know for sure that Alucard's magic will function properly beyond the door, and he doesn't want to get his hopes up. But it probably is good manners to at least let someone know before dragging them to hell. ]
It's- uh. This is the gate to hell. The one father wanted to seal. You can't stay long, but I want you to see it.
[It's normal until it absolutely isn't, which is very much the way of things with Trevor. Alucard is terribly soft and smiling until Trevor explains and--
--and then he just laughs.]
What are we, Dante and Virgil?
--and then he just laughs.]
What are we, Dante and Virgil?
Trust me, you don't want to hear my poetry. Never going to inspire any horny Italians.
[ He says that with the sort of deliberate nonchalance that absolutely indicates he's been trying to read more widely purely to be able to maybe keep up in conversation with Alucard and Sypha. They still leave him behind quickly when the topic changes to something more intellectual. ]
It'll be fine. Always used to be safest, close to the gate. I'd play there when I was little.
[ He says that with the sort of deliberate nonchalance that absolutely indicates he's been trying to read more widely purely to be able to maybe keep up in conversation with Alucard and Sypha. They still leave him behind quickly when the topic changes to something more intellectual. ]
It'll be fine. Always used to be safest, close to the gate. I'd play there when I was little.
Now I want to hear it out of morbid curiosity.
[But it's all besides the point. Alucard pulls himself a little closer to Trevor, letting the dhampir lead.]
I'm in your hands then. Lead on.
[But it's all besides the point. Alucard pulls himself a little closer to Trevor, letting the dhampir lead.]
I'm in your hands then. Lead on.
But you're not a horny Italian, so what's the point?
[ He chuckles, though, gripping Alucard tightly to keep him upright as he opens the chapel's doors.
Hell is bright. Bright like a king's throne room or a palace garden or a church whose money has been spent solely upon the beauty of the church itself and not upon the wellbeing of its parishioners. Bright in a way that's almost more exhausting to observe than the difficult, draining process of moving there is to endure. There is no place to stop. No one place to rest one's eyes. It's hard to discern what everything it meant to be at first, with every blade of grass a different colour. With the sky blazing white. With a constant metallic ringing just too loud to ignore but too quiet to really focus on.
After a little while, it becomes clear. This is the Trantoul estate, still, but in ruins and overgrown. What it probably looks like in reality outside of the spell that keeps it frozen in time. ]
Been a while. [ Trevor sounds a little distant, for just a moment, before he turns his attention back to Alucard. The journey has been exhausting, almost certainly, but there's a sort of energy here. A familiar one, but magnified a thousand times. If his magic was a whisper of his intent before he lost it, now it's a scream. ] How are you doing?
[ He chuckles, though, gripping Alucard tightly to keep him upright as he opens the chapel's doors.
Hell is bright. Bright like a king's throne room or a palace garden or a church whose money has been spent solely upon the beauty of the church itself and not upon the wellbeing of its parishioners. Bright in a way that's almost more exhausting to observe than the difficult, draining process of moving there is to endure. There is no place to stop. No one place to rest one's eyes. It's hard to discern what everything it meant to be at first, with every blade of grass a different colour. With the sky blazing white. With a constant metallic ringing just too loud to ignore but too quiet to really focus on.
After a little while, it becomes clear. This is the Trantoul estate, still, but in ruins and overgrown. What it probably looks like in reality outside of the spell that keeps it frozen in time. ]
Been a while. [ Trevor sounds a little distant, for just a moment, before he turns his attention back to Alucard. The journey has been exhausting, almost certainly, but there's a sort of energy here. A familiar one, but magnified a thousand times. If his magic was a whisper of his intent before he lost it, now it's a scream. ] How are you doing?
[There's a smartass retort for that, but Alucard knows they aren't at the right point for him to make it. He falls quiet instead, gripping onto Trevor as the chapel doors open.
What happens next feels like when a wave crashes upon the shore and then recedes. Then keeps receding. Then goes a little bit further, leaving nothing else but damp sand and some rocks and shells. Energy goes out in one fell swoop, and it's at the worst possible time.
There is too much color. His eyes flicker. Blink. Try to adjust, but don't. The only term he can think of is sensory overload, and oh there is just too damn much of everything. He hates it. He hates it and wants to go home, but this is Hell. Hating it is the point.
Slowly, something does start to move in to replace the energy though. It isn't much, but--
--Alucard holds up his free arm, and a little ball of blue flame forms there. It's strength is the same but it has never been so intensely blue.
He turns to Trevor.]
I think I need to sit.
What happens next feels like when a wave crashes upon the shore and then recedes. Then keeps receding. Then goes a little bit further, leaving nothing else but damp sand and some rocks and shells. Energy goes out in one fell swoop, and it's at the worst possible time.
There is too much color. His eyes flicker. Blink. Try to adjust, but don't. The only term he can think of is sensory overload, and oh there is just too damn much of everything. He hates it. He hates it and wants to go home, but this is Hell. Hating it is the point.
Slowly, something does start to move in to replace the energy though. It isn't much, but--
--Alucard holds up his free arm, and a little ball of blue flame forms there. It's strength is the same but it has never been so intensely blue.
He turns to Trevor.]
I think I need to sit.
[Alucard wants it to be like this all the time. Safe and satisfied and so, so loved. A part of him has always wanted to remain at the estate, for those very reasons. He doesn't owe the world anything, except that he owes his parents their own dreams that couldn't be fulfilled. And Sypha. He owes her so much too.
But what he owes right now is to Trevor, letting himself be a cared for and loved partner. Person. One whose breath is growing shorter and sharper.]
Y-yes.
[Trevor can likely hear how Alucard's heart thunders at the moment. He's heard it before, can tell that Alucard's close better than the alchemist himself can. He can hear and feel every inch of the toe curling groan that comes along with Trevor spreading his fingers. How Alucard's erection brushes over Trevor's, how all of the alchemist's nerves are absolutely alight.]
More.
[He manages to choke the word out, knowing there's only a moment or so left.]
But what he owes right now is to Trevor, letting himself be a cared for and loved partner. Person. One whose breath is growing shorter and sharper.]
Y-yes.
[Trevor can likely hear how Alucard's heart thunders at the moment. He's heard it before, can tell that Alucard's close better than the alchemist himself can. He can hear and feel every inch of the toe curling groan that comes along with Trevor spreading his fingers. How Alucard's erection brushes over Trevor's, how all of the alchemist's nerves are absolutely alight.]
More.
[He manages to choke the word out, knowing there's only a moment or so left.]
[ He leads Alucard through the migraine of a world, to a place that was the Trantoul house once. Brings him to sit down on a crumbled wall. It’s a little easier to make sense of things near the buildings. Human architecture brings with it a certain amount of order, even here. ]
That- that was magic, wasn’t it?
[ He sits down on the floor next to Alucard. ]
It works here, then. That’s good.
That- that was magic, wasn’t it?
[ He sits down on the floor next to Alucard. ]
It works here, then. That’s good.
It was.
[Alucard's happy to let himself be lead. Through places and colors that make his brain want to burst out of his skull. A brain reminding him you're literally in Hell.
The ruins though, they help. Not much. Some of the brightness mutes. The noise drops into background music.]
You used to play here?
[Alucard's happy to let himself be lead. Through places and colors that make his brain want to burst out of his skull. A brain reminding him you're literally in Hell.
The ruins though, they help. Not much. Some of the brightness mutes. The noise drops into background music.]
You used to play here?
Yeah. This part would always be safe, so long as- [ Father. He pauses. It's easier to refer to him by name. ] -so long as Leon was on the other side.
The estate is nice, but my sisters were older when we were turned. They'd had a whole world to explore, and now they were trapped in this tiny place. We had to go somewhere to spread our wings. Leon didn't want us to bump into humans before he knew if we'd be able to control ourselves, and so we came here. It was- nice.
[ He goes quiet for a moment again, shaking his head. Correcting himself. ]
Lonely, maybe. Sometimes. But nice.
The estate is nice, but my sisters were older when we were turned. They'd had a whole world to explore, and now they were trapped in this tiny place. We had to go somewhere to spread our wings. Leon didn't want us to bump into humans before he knew if we'd be able to control ourselves, and so we came here. It was- nice.
[ He goes quiet for a moment again, shaking his head. Correcting himself. ]
Lonely, maybe. Sometimes. But nice.
[ He curls his legs more tightly around Alucard's. There's nothing else he can really do to pull him closer, not with both hands occupied. Not that there really is a closer than this. The only real space between them is the one his hand is occupying.
It's tempting to kiss Alucard again. But he knows they're both close. He wants to watch Alucard's face through this. He wants Alucard to see his face right now, with the rare flush to it that indicates he's fed recently, with his lower lip pinched between his front teeth, with his eyes heavy and dark and focused only on the alchemist above him.
He put some thought into what he'd say here. What should be the last thing Alucard hears before he lets go. Something about giving him permission to let the two of them take the weight of the world from his shoulders. Maybe another 'I love you'. Something about how beautiful he is, or something else about what his presence does to him and Sypha. Something practiced and rehearsed. But Alucard says more, and all of that goes out of the window. There's only one response he can make to that, as he curls both fingers one last time and tightens his grip on them both, moving his hand faster. ]
Everything.
It's tempting to kiss Alucard again. But he knows they're both close. He wants to watch Alucard's face through this. He wants Alucard to see his face right now, with the rare flush to it that indicates he's fed recently, with his lower lip pinched between his front teeth, with his eyes heavy and dark and focused only on the alchemist above him.
He put some thought into what he'd say here. What should be the last thing Alucard hears before he lets go. Something about giving him permission to let the two of them take the weight of the world from his shoulders. Maybe another 'I love you'. Something about how beautiful he is, or something else about what his presence does to him and Sypha. Something practiced and rehearsed. But Alucard says more, and all of that goes out of the window. There's only one response he can make to that, as he curls both fingers one last time and tightens his grip on them both, moving his hand faster. ]
Everything.
[Alucard listens. Nods along, a little jealous. He didn't have siblings. Didn't have many friends, and by nature he clung close to home. Exploring ruins like this? Never happened.
He squeezes Trevor's arm gently.]
It sounds it. And I'm sure you got to find out how fast you could climb or run or...anything.
He squeezes Trevor's arm gently.]
It sounds it. And I'm sure you got to find out how fast you could climb or run or...anything.
[He's gone.
He's gone in what starts as a loud, thundering groan, hands struggling and clinging and trying to hold on but tighter. It ends as a keening noise, high pitched, and through it all, so, so happy. His face flushed red, eyes wanting to stay open and focus on Trevor, but eventually closing to ride out every last moment of pleasure. There's no attempt at forming words, none of that. Just Alucard, moving through every state of pleasure.
When Alucard does finish, it feels as if he's hit a pool of warm water. One to sink and luxuriate in. One where he can at least get out one word and drench it in happiness.]
Trevor.
He's gone in what starts as a loud, thundering groan, hands struggling and clinging and trying to hold on but tighter. It ends as a keening noise, high pitched, and through it all, so, so happy. His face flushed red, eyes wanting to stay open and focus on Trevor, but eventually closing to ride out every last moment of pleasure. There's no attempt at forming words, none of that. Just Alucard, moving through every state of pleasure.
When Alucard does finish, it feels as if he's hit a pool of warm water. One to sink and luxuriate in. One where he can at least get out one word and drench it in happiness.]
Trevor.
I did.
[ It doesn't really matter anymore, does it? Leon isn't here anymore. This isn't a place for children anymore. ]
Let me know when you're feeling up to walking. We dug a little space not far from here. All of this is easier to deal with if you're underground.
[ It doesn't really matter anymore, does it? Leon isn't here anymore. This isn't a place for children anymore. ]
Let me know when you're feeling up to walking. We dug a little space not far from here. All of this is easier to deal with if you're underground.
Adrian.
[ He lets go of the both of them to use that hand to pull Alucard close, stilling his fingers as that long, beautiful noise comes to an end before withdrawing them completely.
He's still close, in truth, but this is more important. One hand settles on the small of Alucard's back, rubbing softly. Another - the less sticky one - goes to his hair, combing through it slowly. Everything else can wait until Alucard is grounded properly. ]
Look at you. [ He whispers it between thick, heavy breaths. ] Look how lovely you are like this.
[ He lets go of the both of them to use that hand to pull Alucard close, stilling his fingers as that long, beautiful noise comes to an end before withdrawing them completely.
He's still close, in truth, but this is more important. One hand settles on the small of Alucard's back, rubbing softly. Another - the less sticky one - goes to his hair, combing through it slowly. Everything else can wait until Alucard is grounded properly. ]
Look at you. [ He whispers it between thick, heavy breaths. ] Look how lovely you are like this.
[Everything is sensation. It must be how Trevor feels after feeding, he thinks vaguely, but without the heaviness. Without being close to enveloped by those overwhelming sensations. Trevor's hyper alert. Alucard's...the opposite.
His breath takes time to slow. Every gesture is melted into, still a soft pile of goo rather than an alchemist.]
Mmmm.
[The rumble is soft, lacking any real words.]
You too.
His breath takes time to slow. Every gesture is melted into, still a soft pile of goo rather than an alchemist.]
Mmmm.
[The rumble is soft, lacking any real words.]
You too.
--Then I think I'm up to walking.
[This is probably a lie, but somewhere easier to deal with this? Yes please and thank you.]
[This is probably a lie, but somewhere easier to deal with this? Yes please and thank you.]
I know.
[ Slowly, holding Alucard tightly to him, he rolls them both onto their sides. For a little while he stays like that, just holding him tightly. But slowly he lets his grip loosen, returns to stroking Alucard's hair. ]
Let me show you what it does to me, seeing you like this.
[ Slowly, holding Alucard tightly to him, he rolls them both onto their sides. For a little while he stays like that, just holding him tightly. But slowly he lets his grip loosen, returns to stroking Alucard's hair. ]
Let me show you what it does to me, seeing you like this.
Yes. [He breathes out, smile soft and warm and still so full of love.]
Please. I want to see.
Please. I want to see.
[ He offers his arm again, in case Alucard needs it for support. It probably wouldn't be proper to just scoop him up and carry him. ]
I know it's not an easy place to be. And I'll take you back soon if you need. But I want to see if you can use your magic here. It's- maybe it's the key to bringing it back, if you can.
[ The place he's leading Alucard to is close, but well-hidden. It looks like a small hill. The entrance is hidden by the thick grass and leads to a space dug out at the hill's centre, the dirt roof supported and fortified by building materials scavenged from the ruins of the estate. It's not unlike a very large wolf's den, save for the fortification and the way that it's furnished sparsely, with a braided rug and some worn, threadbare cushions. There are books strewn about on the ground.
Most importantly, the inescapable light of the sky doesn't reach here. The place is lit by an oil lamp in one corner instead, and when Trevor lights it the light it gives off is softer. The discordant colours aren't quite as nauseating by it. ]
This used to be our fortress. Our ships and our wagons and whatever else in between we wanted it to be. Then we grew up, and it was just where my sister went to read.
I know it's not an easy place to be. And I'll take you back soon if you need. But I want to see if you can use your magic here. It's- maybe it's the key to bringing it back, if you can.
[ The place he's leading Alucard to is close, but well-hidden. It looks like a small hill. The entrance is hidden by the thick grass and leads to a space dug out at the hill's centre, the dirt roof supported and fortified by building materials scavenged from the ruins of the estate. It's not unlike a very large wolf's den, save for the fortification and the way that it's furnished sparsely, with a braided rug and some worn, threadbare cushions. There are books strewn about on the ground.
Most importantly, the inescapable light of the sky doesn't reach here. The place is lit by an oil lamp in one corner instead, and when Trevor lights it the light it gives off is softer. The discordant colours aren't quite as nauseating by it. ]
This used to be our fortress. Our ships and our wagons and whatever else in between we wanted it to be. Then we grew up, and it was just where my sister went to read.
[ He lets go, moving back a little so that Alucard can see him in full. Unlike Alucard, life has never really managed to leave a mark upon Trevor. He's never starved, and if he had it wouldn't touch him. The only scar on his body is the long, ugly one down his chest. Even that's worlds better than it was when they first found him, ribcage still wrenched open like the doors of a stable. If Alucard is beautiful despite what life's done to him, Trevor is beautiful in a way that makes him seem largely untouched by life.
Slowly, he draws a hand down himself to indicate where Alucard ought to be looking. From the slight flush of his cheeks and down his neck. Over his chest and the mess smeared across his stomach, taking care to coat his hand in the stuff as he moves it down further. He's hard - heck, he's not far off coming himself - and he draws in breath slowly as he takes himself in hand. ]
Look. Look what you do to me. How it makes me, knowing you love me.
Slowly, he draws a hand down himself to indicate where Alucard ought to be looking. From the slight flush of his cheeks and down his neck. Over his chest and the mess smeared across his stomach, taking care to coat his hand in the stuff as he moves it down further. He's hard - heck, he's not far off coming himself - and he draws in breath slowly as he takes himself in hand. ]
Look. Look what you do to me. How it makes me, knowing you love me.
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