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[It's divine, that moment when their bodies meet, and it feels again like she might shatter from it. She sinks, that last little thrust meeting his, to bind them together suddenly with another little moan parting her lips. Light dances across her closed eyelids, taking that moment to settle comfortably there, poised in an almost stillness around him.
Yet her mouth quirks as she guides his linked hand to her other hip before her hands slip over his shoulders. Around his neck does she play and tease, before her fingers twine together and she's leaning toward him to grace his lips with a light brush. ]
Ah, but I have you exactly how I want you.
[It vibrates softly from her throat as her eyes catch his, holding for a heart beat. But then she's moving, hips swaying beneath his touch, to rise upwards, feeling him draw ever so from her, before that downward thrust drives him back home.]
Yet her mouth quirks as she guides his linked hand to her other hip before her hands slip over his shoulders. Around his neck does she play and tease, before her fingers twine together and she's leaning toward him to grace his lips with a light brush. ]
Ah, but I have you exactly how I want you.
[It vibrates softly from her throat as her eyes catch his, holding for a heart beat. But then she's moving, hips swaying beneath his touch, to rise upwards, feeling him draw ever so from her, before that downward thrust drives him back home.]
They will. I'll bring her here. And she'll be making a visit to share the medicine, once she has the side-effects worked out.
[ He doesn't know how much is appropriate to comfort Alucard, but the wing curls about his shoulder more tightly. ]
[ He doesn't know how much is appropriate to comfort Alucard, but the wing curls about his shoulder more tightly. ]
It's not quite...
[He stops himself, searching for the words. The wing feels nice. Comfortable. Comforting.]
I believe I was happiest traveling with the both of you, once we all got used to it. I doubt that can happy anymore.
[He stops himself, searching for the words. The wing feels nice. Comfortable. Comforting.]
I believe I was happiest traveling with the both of you, once we all got used to it. I doubt that can happy anymore.
[Alucard's eyes threaten to shut, so he can focus on every other sensation, but he doesn't allow for it. The greatest part of all of this is getting to watch Sypha, watching her react, memorizing every movement that gets wonderful, perfect noises from her.
Like this, they can wrap around each other as completely as possible. Let limbs tangle, let chests be flush against each other, take advantage of every little thing. With his hands on her hips now, Alucard leans forward just as her lips touch his.]
Then I'll continue to let you lead.
[Because that's a delight too, putting his complete and utter trust in Sypha like this. He'd never feel comfortable with that outside Sypha and Trevor, and it too is testament to how far they've come from that first meeting under Gresit.
He scoots forward on the sofa just a little so that if Sypha's legs wish to wrap around his waist, they can. From there, all Alucard can do is continue to thrust in careful, controlled ways, because this? He doesn't want it over.
But he refuses to keep both hands on her hips. His left moves, resting just above where they meet so that every time Sypha grinds down, there is pressure against her clit. It'd be unfair and wrong for only his needs to be addressed.]
Like this, they can wrap around each other as completely as possible. Let limbs tangle, let chests be flush against each other, take advantage of every little thing. With his hands on her hips now, Alucard leans forward just as her lips touch his.]
Then I'll continue to let you lead.
[Because that's a delight too, putting his complete and utter trust in Sypha like this. He'd never feel comfortable with that outside Sypha and Trevor, and it too is testament to how far they've come from that first meeting under Gresit.
He scoots forward on the sofa just a little so that if Sypha's legs wish to wrap around his waist, they can. From there, all Alucard can do is continue to thrust in careful, controlled ways, because this? He doesn't want it over.
But he refuses to keep both hands on her hips. His left moves, resting just above where they meet so that every time Sypha grinds down, there is pressure against her clit. It'd be unfair and wrong for only his needs to be addressed.]
Both of-
[ He doesn't quite know how to interpret that, but he can accept it. Try to work with it. ]
-let me claim you, then. In words alone, and only for as long as you wish. If she wants to take you from me, she would have to pay whatever price I name. And Sypha- she's clever. She could come up with something that can't be paid.
[ He doesn't quite know how to interpret that, but he can accept it. Try to work with it. ]
-let me claim you, then. In words alone, and only for as long as you wish. If she wants to take you from me, she would have to pay whatever price I name. And Sypha- she's clever. She could come up with something that can't be paid.
Before you do that, tell Sypha the idea. If there's holes in it, ways it can go wrong aside from the extremely obvious, we should know about it before anyone's claimed.
[His father will still react as only he can, but it can be discussed more rationally. Alucard is quiet for a moment.]
But it sounds like a solid outset.
[But that's the important part. He's fine with the plan, where at any other other point he would have reacted in horror and tried to flee.]
[His father will still react as only he can, but it can be discussed more rationally. Alucard is quiet for a moment.]
But it sounds like a solid outset.
[But that's the important part. He's fine with the plan, where at any other other point he would have reacted in horror and tried to flee.]
[ It doesn't have to be him. It could be Leon, or one of his sisters. Perhaps it would be better if it wasn't him. Right now, though, this way only makes sense. If Alucard want to travel with them- ]
I'll ask her, if I remember any of this. And your father will do whatever he does, I suppose. I'll survive. We're good at that.
[ He turns away from Alucard, looking out over the snow. Best not to actually be looking him in the eye for this. ]
With both of us? Not with her?
I'll ask her, if I remember any of this. And your father will do whatever he does, I suppose. I'll survive. We're good at that.
[ He turns away from Alucard, looking out over the snow. Best not to actually be looking him in the eye for this. ]
With both of us? Not with her?
You've already been dispersed once in the time I've known you. I would prefer that not happen again.
[Just what they need. Leon did the deed once, then Dracula. Terrible idea. Besides, Alucard does not want to relive any of the recovery from that kind of death again. Or think about how father might get creative. Keep that single moth in the castle and then refuse to let it regenerate.
(He does not know his father's compulsion against such things.)]
With the both of you. It would be wrong otherwise.
[Just what they need. Leon did the deed once, then Dracula. Terrible idea. Besides, Alucard does not want to relive any of the recovery from that kind of death again. Or think about how father might get creative. Keep that single moth in the castle and then refuse to let it regenerate.
(He does not know his father's compulsion against such things.)]
With the both of you. It would be wrong otherwise.
If you prefer. Sypha doesn't like it, either.
[ GOSH he just hibernates for a while before slowly turning back into a person with the sense of self coming last. Why is this a problem???
But there are more important things. Softly, cautiously- ]
-may I hold your hand again?
[ GOSH he just hibernates for a while before slowly turning back into a person with the sense of self coming last. Why is this a problem???
But there are more important things. Softly, cautiously- ]
-may I hold your hand again?
I realize that for you it's normal, but from where we sit, it disturbs us deeply.
[Look! LOOK!!! It's terrifying!]
Yes.
[There isn't any hesitation as Alucard offers his hand, crossing the space that remains between them.]
Trevor?
[Look! LOOK!!! It's terrifying!]
Yes.
[There isn't any hesitation as Alucard offers his hand, crossing the space that remains between them.]
Trevor?
[ He has the restraint to not, at this point, make the comment that it's lot cleaner than how it works for his siblings. Birds and rabbits and wolves make an awful mess. Instead he just reaches out to take Alucard's hand.
Not for any important reason. Not in the face of any imminent threat, just to take it, to run his thumb over the knuckles of it and wonder at how it fits into his own. His face is calm, content, and it takes him a moment to look up when Alucard calls his name (his name). ]
Yes?
Not for any important reason. Not in the face of any imminent threat, just to take it, to run his thumb over the knuckles of it and wonder at how it fits into his own. His face is calm, content, and it takes him a moment to look up when Alucard calls his name (his name). ]
Yes?
[It's a damn good thing that Trevor doesn't. There's a mood killer, then there's this.
It feels good, like this. Alucard can only imagine that it feels like with Sypha, and maybe one day he'll find out. But for now, for now he can reach into his coat pocket. What comes out is a tiny little stone, impossibly shaped and textured to look like a moth wing.]
I want you to have this back.
[He holds out the stone, the memory of the kiss from The Nonsense.]
It feels good, like this. Alucard can only imagine that it feels like with Sypha, and maybe one day he'll find out. But for now, for now he can reach into his coat pocket. What comes out is a tiny little stone, impossibly shaped and textured to look like a moth wing.]
I want you to have this back.
[He holds out the stone, the memory of the kiss from The Nonsense.]
[ He looks at the stone in confusion - it's something of his, he can tell that much, and that means he had a reason to give it away. But if Alucard wants him to have it back...
He absorbs it into himself, the same way he would his moths, and then goes very still for a moment. Oh. ]
I- didn't want it. I didn't want to have it, if you had no choice in- are you sure?
[ He wants to remember it. He was happy. But he doesn't want to have it at Alucard's expense. ]
He absorbs it into himself, the same way he would his moths, and then goes very still for a moment. Oh. ]
I- didn't want it. I didn't want to have it, if you had no choice in- are you sure?
[ He wants to remember it. He was happy. But he doesn't want to have it at Alucard's expense. ]
I am, yes.
[Alucard squeezes Trevor's hand once. It's a gesture that tries to be reassuring, although the vampire isn't sure if it translates well or at all.]
I still could have said no, you know. Found a way to hide our faces. But I didn't, Belmont. That was my choice.
Just as this is.
[Slowly, cautiously, unsure of the action, Alucard leans in towards Trevor, his face angled just a little upwards.]
[Alucard squeezes Trevor's hand once. It's a gesture that tries to be reassuring, although the vampire isn't sure if it translates well or at all.]
I still could have said no, you know. Found a way to hide our faces. But I didn't, Belmont. That was my choice.
Just as this is.
[Slowly, cautiously, unsure of the action, Alucard leans in towards Trevor, his face angled just a little upwards.]
[ Before he can think about it too much, he moves his face forward, closing the gap between them.
It's wonderful. Better than the one he remembers, because there's nothing awful forcing it. None of the queen's love of granting wishes but soiling them somehow in the process. None of the queen at all. Just himself and Alucard and the knowledge that Sypha will be here soon and- this one, he has no intention of giving up the memory of.
Nothing dramatic happen. He doesn't become a human in a swirling flurry of moths. The sleeping prince doesn't awaken. He doesn't even have his mouth open this time. It's soft, mostly chaste, and when he pulls back (far too soon, but there'll be other times. there have to be other times) he's wearing that look of being stupid with contentment. ]
It's wonderful. Better than the one he remembers, because there's nothing awful forcing it. None of the queen's love of granting wishes but soiling them somehow in the process. None of the queen at all. Just himself and Alucard and the knowledge that Sypha will be here soon and- this one, he has no intention of giving up the memory of.
Nothing dramatic happen. He doesn't become a human in a swirling flurry of moths. The sleeping prince doesn't awaken. He doesn't even have his mouth open this time. It's soft, mostly chaste, and when he pulls back (far too soon, but there'll be other times. there have to be other times) he's wearing that look of being stupid with contentment. ]
[It doesn't feel right to push for more than what the kiss is. Chaste. Careful. But still good, and Alucard feels daring enough to put his free hand against Trevor's cheek until they break apart.
There's pink in his cheeks when they're done (it's the first time any kiss he's had has been one of choice.) He doesn't know what to say or do or anything else, so instead he looks down at their intertwined hands.]
You'll have to tell Sypha that I want to do that to her as well. I suspect you'll remember that.
There's pink in his cheeks when they're done (it's the first time any kiss he's had has been one of choice.) He doesn't know what to say or do or anything else, so instead he looks down at their intertwined hands.]
You'll have to tell Sypha that I want to do that to her as well. I suspect you'll remember that.
If I remember anything from this, it'll be that.
[ He coils both of his wings around Alucard now, cocooning the both of them against the snow. Neither of them need it but- still, it feels right. Not a cage, just an embrace. ]
No cages. I promise. Just this.
[ He coils both of his wings around Alucard now, cocooning the both of them against the snow. Neither of them need it but- still, it feels right. Not a cage, just an embrace. ]
No cages. I promise. Just this.
Good. I...good.
[The proximity between them is practically nothing now. He sighs a little, not focused on the warmth but on the sense of safety involved. Because that's what it is now, isn't it? Safety.]
That's what I want.
[No cages at all. And isn't that the greatest show of trust, going down this road?]
[The proximity between them is practically nothing now. He sighs a little, not focused on the warmth but on the sense of safety involved. Because that's what it is now, isn't it? Safety.]
That's what I want.
[No cages at all. And isn't that the greatest show of trust, going down this road?]
[There's that acceptance in her eyes, knowing just what that means for him to admit that, although, she certainly has no qualms to any suggestions. It is for the both of them, after all, despite the whole being conquered by her treats earlier. Sypha would openly admit that she does like this position, riding him as she will. The friction of her breasts rubbing against his chest with each bounce has little sparks igniting throughout, leaving her nipples hard.
She doesn't need a verbal either, taking that cue as her legs stretch, and oh, how delightful is that as the angle subtly changes, sinking him deeper in to her. Her thighs tighten, squeeze, head rolling back for a moment to simply savour the pleasure that trickles along her spine and makes her toes curl.
Yet when his fingers find her, her head snaps back, and tighter does her grip turn, and harder do her walls clench around him.]
Alucard...
[It's almost a protest, but her hands are shifting through his hair again and her mouth is claiming his with hard wanting kisses. It's harder that her hips roll, legs squeezing in conjunction with each downward movement, and she may very well need to brush his hair for him later with how her fingers work and tug and tease. It's lips and tongue and teeth, moans whimpered in praise and pleasure as her back arches, pressing her torso harder against his.]
She doesn't need a verbal either, taking that cue as her legs stretch, and oh, how delightful is that as the angle subtly changes, sinking him deeper in to her. Her thighs tighten, squeeze, head rolling back for a moment to simply savour the pleasure that trickles along her spine and makes her toes curl.
Yet when his fingers find her, her head snaps back, and tighter does her grip turn, and harder do her walls clench around him.]
Alucard...
[It's almost a protest, but her hands are shifting through his hair again and her mouth is claiming his with hard wanting kisses. It's harder that her hips roll, legs squeezing in conjunction with each downward movement, and she may very well need to brush his hair for him later with how her fingers work and tug and tease. It's lips and tongue and teeth, moans whimpered in praise and pleasure as her back arches, pressing her torso harder against his.]
Yes?
[There's a follow up, or something of the sort that tries to come out, but that attempt and everything that follows after is muted by Sypha's kisses. Alucard can hardly protest that, and he responds in kind with an uncontrolled wildness that sees fang threaten to catch tongue a few times. Nothing ever comes of it though, and every moment Alucard breaks apart for air, his breath is heavier and heavier.
With Sypha wrapped so firmly around him, their chests flush against each other, that same heavy breath is obvious elsewhere too. At some point, he breaks for air again, but his mouth does not return to hers. Instead, there is a serious of furious kisses down the column of Sypha's neck, moving far too fast for the sensation to be appreciated one-by-one. Alucard doesn't stop until he has reached the swell of her breasts (the angle is a little awkward for him, but who cares), and there the kisses remain. They're hot and heady and lingering, each new kiss being punctuated by a thrust of his hips, each heavy breath pressed against Sypha's skin.]
[There's a follow up, or something of the sort that tries to come out, but that attempt and everything that follows after is muted by Sypha's kisses. Alucard can hardly protest that, and he responds in kind with an uncontrolled wildness that sees fang threaten to catch tongue a few times. Nothing ever comes of it though, and every moment Alucard breaks apart for air, his breath is heavier and heavier.
With Sypha wrapped so firmly around him, their chests flush against each other, that same heavy breath is obvious elsewhere too. At some point, he breaks for air again, but his mouth does not return to hers. Instead, there is a serious of furious kisses down the column of Sypha's neck, moving far too fast for the sensation to be appreciated one-by-one. Alucard doesn't stop until he has reached the swell of her breasts (the angle is a little awkward for him, but who cares), and there the kisses remain. They're hot and heady and lingering, each new kiss being punctuated by a thrust of his hips, each heavy breath pressed against Sypha's skin.]
[She'd sing his praises some more, but Sypha isn't much of a singer. It is a reckless abandon, not truly caring it his fangs to catch her skin. She knows that he isn't some starved monster that will pounce on her, or at least not to eat her- or rather, kill her, as his mouth has certainly done some clever things before that had made her call out.]
Harder.
[It's the answer when their lips do part, looking quite thoroughly handled with parted lips and blown pupils. Yet it's that pliant mewl that purrs out as he sets out exploring, and gasps and moans leave with no care who hears, even if it's hardly a public place. Her fingers are on his scalp again, blunt nails scratching as he showers her with kisses. Her breasts do rise and fall, both from those quickening breaths and the fervor in which her body now responds, bouncing ever so as he meets her each time, to sink himself to the hilt.]
I'm not- [It's laboured now, cheeks flushed as her eyes close yet again, tangling her fingers through his locks. She hadn't been lying in her quest for harder, as she's being nudged towards that edge, but she's greedy and wants more, wants to fall over and drag him with her. His exhales bring goosebumps to her flesh, and she squeezes tightly each time his length enters, small noises that may well be please hummed.]
Harder.
[It's the answer when their lips do part, looking quite thoroughly handled with parted lips and blown pupils. Yet it's that pliant mewl that purrs out as he sets out exploring, and gasps and moans leave with no care who hears, even if it's hardly a public place. Her fingers are on his scalp again, blunt nails scratching as he showers her with kisses. Her breasts do rise and fall, both from those quickening breaths and the fervor in which her body now responds, bouncing ever so as he meets her each time, to sink himself to the hilt.]
I'm not- [It's laboured now, cheeks flushed as her eyes close yet again, tangling her fingers through his locks. She hadn't been lying in her quest for harder, as she's being nudged towards that edge, but she's greedy and wants more, wants to fall over and drag him with her. His exhales bring goosebumps to her flesh, and she squeezes tightly each time his length enters, small noises that may well be please hummed.]
[Harder she says, and Alucard does his very best to comply. He's not fool enough to speed everything up all at once either - it is a matter that increases with every roll of his hips upwards, his breath catching. He can feel how tightly Sypha is wrapped around him, how wonderful and warm and perfect that feeling is, and there's a euphoria that goes with the realization.
As Sypha's fingers scratch into his hair, there are heavier, headier breaths that escape. This is too much. All of it is too much in the best, happiest, most overwhelming, wonderful way. With that there is a warmth starting to build in the pit of his stomach, the kind that only comes with arousal and completion of the act.
They're both terribly close, aren't they?
Alucard picks his head up from the madness of kisses, face angled up and looking at Sypha with all the happiness of now reflected in his eyes. He's close. He's close and she'll probably want to see that finish, so let her.]
As Sypha's fingers scratch into his hair, there are heavier, headier breaths that escape. This is too much. All of it is too much in the best, happiest, most overwhelming, wonderful way. With that there is a warmth starting to build in the pit of his stomach, the kind that only comes with arousal and completion of the act.
They're both terribly close, aren't they?
Alucard picks his head up from the madness of kisses, face angled up and looking at Sypha with all the happiness of now reflected in his eyes. He's close. He's close and she'll probably want to see that finish, so let her.]
[ He hesitates only a little before reaching up with his free hand, twisting a lock of Alucard's hair around a finger slowly. He's- probably allowed to do that now, right? It's going to take a little getting used to, being allowed to touch Alucard like this, but he's not about to complain. ]
Mine. [ No. ] Ours.
[ It doesn't mean anything here. Alucard can't be bound in his own dream. But he's wanted to say it for the longest time. ]
Until you choose otherwise.
Mine. [ No. ] Ours.
[ It doesn't mean anything here. Alucard can't be bound in his own dream. But he's wanted to say it for the longest time. ]
Until you choose otherwise.
[There's a momentary stillness in Alucard, but it fades. He too is used to a lack of touch, but this feels...right. Far more than it ever has before.]
Ours if she'll have it.
[Sypha does need to choose this too.]
It may be limited to dreams. Is that still acceptable?
Ours if she'll have it.
[Sypha does need to choose this too.]
It may be limited to dreams. Is that still acceptable?
[It does not take a year for Alucard to be returned to them.
He appears on the first night of October, whole as he has ever been, no sign of a whole season's sleep upon him. But with Alucard comes Dracula's voice in Trevor's and Sypha's heads, cold information just dropped there because he is Dracula, he can do as he likes.
As you have seen fit to assist in my own designs, I will return my son to you in the evenings and the evenings alone to help in that work. Before the first rays of light spread across this land, he will use his own means to return to the safety of the Castle.
Should either of you fail to protect him, know that both of you shall be responsible and that your deaths will only come after centuries of wishing for that partiular release.
The moment you embrace him is the moment that you accept these terms. I trust that there are no questions.
Alucard knows the terms already. So he doesn't move, he stays so very still, gold eyes looking at them both with quiet apprehension. Everything they've done as three, their dates, any of it, it has all been in dreams. It's terrifying to see them both again in the flesh, knowing the price that they have to pay for it.
He also knows that the moment they embrace him, they'll know the price he paid as well. There are spells weaved into his skin now, spells that ensure complete cover from the Fae Queen's eyes, spells to always bring Alucard home, spells to protect and to bind and to prevent what happened on the longest day of the year from ever happening again. Alucard's pose is stiff, the gash down his chest healed (it was healed as soon as it cut) but the psychological ache has yet to fade.]
He appears on the first night of October, whole as he has ever been, no sign of a whole season's sleep upon him. But with Alucard comes Dracula's voice in Trevor's and Sypha's heads, cold information just dropped there because he is Dracula, he can do as he likes.
As you have seen fit to assist in my own designs, I will return my son to you in the evenings and the evenings alone to help in that work. Before the first rays of light spread across this land, he will use his own means to return to the safety of the Castle.
Should either of you fail to protect him, know that both of you shall be responsible and that your deaths will only come after centuries of wishing for that partiular release.
The moment you embrace him is the moment that you accept these terms. I trust that there are no questions.
Alucard knows the terms already. So he doesn't move, he stays so very still, gold eyes looking at them both with quiet apprehension. Everything they've done as three, their dates, any of it, it has all been in dreams. It's terrifying to see them both again in the flesh, knowing the price that they have to pay for it.
He also knows that the moment they embrace him, they'll know the price he paid as well. There are spells weaved into his skin now, spells that ensure complete cover from the Fae Queen's eyes, spells to always bring Alucard home, spells to protect and to bind and to prevent what happened on the longest day of the year from ever happening again. Alucard's pose is stiff, the gash down his chest healed (it was healed as soon as it cut) but the psychological ache has yet to fade.]
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