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Yeah, you probably don't want to hear the sordid details of my sex life.

[ He sighs. ]

We've established that I want be killing you, at least. I'm going to tell her what's happening. Do what you want, but we'll be in the castle.

Thank you.

[It's weird, being used to a swam of moths. It's weirder walking into the quarrentine room and seeing them all over Sypha. Anyone else would panic, and it is still instinct to want to swat.

But it's Trevor. So Alucard goes about the next round of check ups for Sypha (she's regaining muscle now) and then makes her promise she'll be awake to eat when he's done cooking.

Cooking is just meat and a little bit of grain, along with bone broth and an apple chopped into bite sized pieces. It isn't fancy. It's absolutely recovery food. But Alucard makes sure that it is all plated and looks good, then asks Trevor to bring it in. Easier to carry a tray when you're not using a cane.

He stays with her a while after that. Until she sleeps again, full of food and better hydrated. She'll need another week or two, but after that she should be able to rejoin her caravan.

They have to find out how to reach them. But Alucard suspects Sypha will be the best person to figure that out, and so he'll wait to ask her about it when next she wakes.

In the mean time, Alucard retreats back to the main room of his clinic that serves as his own living room. There's a long, low cushion with a low back there, and he settles there. Pulls his feet off the floor, tucking them under himself. Looking over his shoulder for Trevor.]

Fine.

Kitchen's stocked. Wine cellar has a bottle a day limit.

[It shouldn't be Alucard who gets up first, but he does. Takes a few steps, and he's a wolf. A wolf who's leaving, giving the other two free reign.

A wolf who has also forgotten that in the kitchen are two very ridiculous attempts at not going mad, and who stays out in the woods for about five days, making himself scarce.]

[There is time for adventurous it just isn't tonight. Or this round at least, because there's always time for that later. For now there is just an honest to God wistful sigh as lips meet Alucard's neck, and his hands reach up to tangle in Trevor's hair.]

Bed. More room to move.

[He grins, tugging at Trevor's hair a little. All the better to catch his lips again and try to hold him there for a longer kiss.]

Well you're not wrong about that.

[ Especially if he wants it slow and sweet. The couch is better for... you know, animal fucking. Not... actual animal fucking but fucking like animals and... yeah, he's just going to stop thinking right there.

So, pulling back after stealing a quick kiss from those lips, he wobbles off both the blond and the couch, catches his footing, and leans down to scoop up Alucard into his arms... which ensures a bit more wobbling and eventually just sort of spinning onto the bed once he get them there. Dropping Alucard down to it. Boots are kicked off, the front of his own pants unfastened and all, and he crawls his way up onto the bed to slowly and happily steal a kiss from the blond's lips. ]

What's got you in such a mood for this?

I'm not a Belmont, but sometimes I have a head for strategy.

[And this? This is exactly what he wanted. To wear something far too revealing and ridiculous, and to be scooped right off that sofa and taken to bed. Clumsy was fine. Far more endearing if he's to be honest, and he knows that that's important too. That they just wobble and flop and Trevor take his boots off and then they're just there.

His one hand goes to Trevor's hips, using that as leverage to pull himself in close. The other rests on to of Trevor's chest, thumb stroking in the spot where Trevor's chest muscles meet.]

I need a reason?

[ The sound that leaves his lips at Alucard's words is that of amusement spilling through a chuckle and he breaks the kiss to instead let lips lazily trail across the blond's jaw, humming as he does so. ]

Mmmm guess not. Was just curious, really.

[ And he's also curious about just how much the dhampir wants this right now. So, slotting himself nice and tight between those slender legs Alucard's got, he hums as he grinds against him, head burying into the crook of his neck as his own arousal brushes over Alucard's. ]

You're not going to end up clawing my back this time, are you?

I wanted to.

[That's all the reason Trevor's getting. It's the honest truth anyway. He hasn't snatched much alone time with either of them lately, and that is a matter that ought to be fixed. Is easily fixed with just a little effort, and so here they are. Exactly where Alucard wanted to be.

There's a lot more Alucard wants though. The hand against Trevor's chest flattens into a palm, ready to push just a moment. Roll them over so that Alucard can properly kiss at Trevor's chest. Over every scar there, taking the time and consideration for every movement.

But for now it's enough to tangle their legs further, and for Alucard to angle his head just so, allowing Trevor to put as much face to the dhampir's neck as he likes.]

No promises. But I'll try.

[ This happens with them usually. The moving about. Especially when Trevor falls into the blond so effortlessly without even realizing it. Perhaps the enthrall of a vampire's charms? Or just the fact that it's Alucard and despite his being an annoying little shit at times, he cares for him. A great deal. Just as he does Sypha.

So when they end up moving and Trevor rolls onto his back, he hums with a grin on his lips, hands stroking along the blond's arms as he tilts his head back a bit then and looks up to him with those blue eyes of his ]

You want to be on top?

[ He cocks his head, letting his eyes roam over pale skin and the tips of his fingers trace along the lace of Alucard's attire. ]

You move far, far too fast and don't enjoy the give and take.

[Not that Alucard moves down to immediately begin to lavish attention on Trevor's chest. He hovers for a moment more, encouraging him to keep touching at what's left of Alucard's clothes. That's the whole point, how the fabric shifts and interacts with skin. How good it feels on Alucard's end, and the smile that comes with it all.

Then he lowers his head, face mushing right into Trevor's chest. He lingers there for a moment, because if nothing else Alucard just enjoys a good chest, then begins his work in earnest.

His lips move over Trevor's chest slowly and carefully. Practically a cartographer, charting land and having to note every feature. Every valley, every peak, every little scar. Alucard's dedicated in the task, with one hand stroking the inside of Trevor's thigh as he goes about the work.

There's little hums and noises of happiness pressed against Trevor's skin in all of this. He's happy.]

[ Trevor can give! He can DEFINITELY give. You know. When a certain blond dhampir isn't pressing kisses and everything else all over his chest and distracting from doing any sort of giving. But he can, for the record, give. Plenty. Thanks.

But this is also nice and Trevor lets his back arch a bit as he hums in delight at the attention lavished upon his skin. It's not quite as smooth or soft as Alucard's or even Sypha's. He's scarred, rough, burly and all and yet, Alucard still treats him as if he's the most precious thing he's ever seen and that... Trevor can appreciate that. Does appreciate that and he can't help but card a set of fingers through those golden locks of hair, the tips of them caressing against Alucard's scalp. ]

Why're you so good at this?

[ He mumbles the words as eyes fall shut, fingers still caressing at that scalp as he lets his mind drift to the pleasant little touches and kisses which Alucard gifts his body with. Just... letting himself enjoy it. ]

[There's a soft noise of delight and approval as Trevor's hands find their way to Alucard's scalp. It's nice, the pressure there. Not pulling yet, but another wonderful point of contact.]

Practice and desire.

[It isn't the first time Alucard's done this to either of them, and it won't be the last. He's spent just as many moments like this pressed against Sypha's chest, indulging and enjoying the full of the moment.

So he continues to do so, head eventually moving downwards to Trevor's lower chest, before he kisses a long, lazy trail all the way back up to Trevor's lips. Lips that are given a terribly deep kiss as Alucard drapes all of himself over Trevor's front, cool skin against warm.]

[ Practice and desire, he says. Well, sure feels like it in the moment here and, if he's honest, every time he does this.

A breath leaves from as fingers come to still in the blond's hair. It's nice. It's... really nice to feel those lips pressed against his skin in such a tender and curious way. As if he hasn't already mapped him within his mind from touch and taste alone. Not that he's going to complain. He never does.

So when those lips catch his own in a kiss that becomes so deep and sensual, Trevor can only reciprocate everything that Alucard gives him and even pushes a moan into his mouth to swallow. Hands come up to cradle the blond's face, to pull him close against him as a leg bends at the knee and he slots Alucard there between his own legs, keeping him close and from scooting away, even if he doesn't think the dhampir would want to.

But it's as that kiss continues between them that hands slip away from the blond's face and he blindly begins the task of helping him out of that pretty little thing he has on, careful not to eagerly tear or rip anything off since... he'd probably get smacked for it. Sypha might have done the same to him once or twice when he's been a bit too eager in getting her clothes off. But. Live and learn. ]

I am Trevor Belmont, and I am a horrible, smelly man and I like beer more than sex even though I get really very good sex.

[ Laughter rings from the kitchen. ]

And I'm Sypha Belnades, and I can fucking fly but I can't make my feet warm before trying to involve them in my very good se- hey!

[ They're eating boiled eggs. But the spoons they're using to do so happen to be attached to little dolls. And maybe 'eating' is a strong word, because Sypha's Trevor doll just tossed a piece of egg at Trevor's head.

They're trying. He's trying for Sypha. She's trying for him. It's hard. ]

[ It's much harder to tell her stories while she's awake, because she points out the parts that make no sense. How did the monster have four legs but eighteen feet, exactly? Everything else about her being awake, though? Is wonderful. She's pretty and clever and full of questions about the various treatments she's been given and how each one of them serves to help, doing her best to learn to to be able to better help others in future. She asks Trevor about her caravan and sighs with relief when he tells her that he couldn't find the plague among them.

It's almost a shame when she falls asleep again. He leaves a few moths with her to watch over her and the rest of him follows Alucard. ]

She's getting so much better.

She is.

[She's a good patient too. She asks good questions, absorbs the information, and she cares. She cares so much, and she should get back to her people as soon as she's able.

Alucard doesn't look disappointed by it. Trevor'll end up escorting her if her people are truly far away, and then it will be quiet for a time. A new patient will arrive. The healing process will begin anew.]

Tomorrow, I'll ask her how to contact her people.

[He's been fantastic at avoiding them both. Even now, there's a deep temptation to just drop his basket of foraged food and then go right back outside but--

--they found the dolls.

Of course they found the dolls, and the part of Alucard that is not a depressed, brooding, and paranoid fuck takes over. Takes right over into the kitchen.]

You were not meant to see those!

[The actual Alucard they know shows up for about 2 seconds.]

[Alucard swallows that moan a little too eagerly. It's so good, feeling that noise reverberate down his own throat. He'd like more of that please, and he kisses deeper to make that much clear to Trevor.

There's no shame in Alucard either when he grinds against Trevor's leg. A little friction at this point sounds so, so good. This is so good and exactly what he had in mind when he thought this horny plan up.

Or is it more a scheme?

Semantics. Fun debate for later. Right now what Alucard's focused on is how Trevor's managing to undo the simple hook that keeps the whole garment across his chest attached. He's a little more still and--

--congrats Trevor you've undone a bra before a bra was invented.

The lace hangs more loosely from Alucard's chest now, the bottom scraping against Trevor's own skin.]

Why not? It is the most handsome he's ever looked!

[ She's laughing. Things have been hard, but she's laughing. And right now it's the most healing sound. And he's still furious with Alucard but he can't not share it. They all need to hear it.

And so Trevor launches a piece of boiled egg of his own, right at Alucard's head. ]

Or at least the most capable of using my feet to eat soup.

If she can narrow down the area they're likely to be in, I can track them down. I just need it to be a little more specific than 'somewhere in eastern europe'.

[ A long pause. He's so glad that she's well, but that comes with different work. Work elsewhere. ]

Thank you, for all of this.

I assume they have their means of tracking their own people. She's has been terribly out of it until just recently.

[It's an unwelcome shift in topic. But needed. They both know that.]

It's been nice having you here.

I didn't have many supplies.

[He folds his arms over his chest, immediately defensive because no reason at all, just that that's how this kind of a pointless argument ought to go.]

But I had a lot of utensils.

How many spare spoons did you even have? Is the entire fucking castle just full of spoons?

You could have given him a fork arm, at least. For fighting demons!

[ Sypha is menacing Alucard with the Trevor doll's spoon arms now, tapping them against his arms. ]

Ignore her. She just wants it to have pointy bits so she can cause more problems.

There are actually far fewer forks here. Spoons have existed for much longer.

[Alucard. Why are you like this.]

She also does not need to cause more problems with that thing and if you're going to critique my work on them, at least stop playing with them first so I pretend to take it seriously.

I'll still be here a little while. You said she'd need another week?

[ He sits down next to Alucard. ]

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