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[Hector assumes Adrian's reluctance is in taking all of the supplies. Hector can survive off of the land if he needs to. Just as months before at Castlevania, the idea of getting help from someone else doesn't occur to him. He assumes Adrian and Sypha will see themselves home and think on him no more. They're already extending him more mercy than he merits in letting him free.]

Really? You can regenerate that quickly?

[He's never had a good filter, and he's too exhausted to think it through before he remarks.]

I don't understand why there aren't more like you. You have the strengths of the vampires with none of their weaknesses or cruelty. You could... [What? Rule the world? Save it? Be what Hector hoped the vampires could be? He can't find the right words, and ends up just shaking his head.]

I can, yes.

[He takes the pause to dip the cup into the water and drink. It buys moments to think, and had Hector's thoughts about more like you come a second too soon, there may have been a spit take. Alucard's aware that Trevor's still watching this through the mirror, and those words? Those are words that make all three of them deeply concerned.

The glass is drained and offered to Hector automatically.]

I could do as I please, and that is not tie myself down to the personality or expectations of anything - only a sense of morals long since taught to me. [And if that sounds a little arrogant, it's because Hector's words have begged another question:]

Why would you want me to do anything else?

[Why did you follow after my father or Carmilla?]

[Hector takes the cup and turns it back and forth in his hands, not drinking.]

You can do whatever you want. Just...you’re stronger and smarter than humans. Are they afraid of you? Is that it?

[It always comes back to fear, doesn’t it? Hector can imagine a world with dhampir doctors and scholars, longer lived and more studied, helping guide humanity out of the darkness. Humans aren’t all bad, he’s learned. They’re just...fragile, and so easily swayed.]

I can. That doesn't mean I want to. The opinions of others isn't the point.

[Alucard can't guess where Hector has gone with this thought - a world of dhampir shepherds leading humanity to a new age of understanding. He'd recoil at the concept if he truly understood.]

[Right. Adrian probably wants to deal with people about as much as Hector does, which is not at all.]

I forgot, you're going to hide away in your f...in the castle, for the rest of your life.

[He puts the cup down on the table and looks away as he realizes what he's doing. He's trying to keep the focus on to Adrian so he doesn't have to think about his own future.]

It doesn't matter. [The world is always going to be a mess, and he's a fool to still think after all this time that there's someone who could come along and change it. How can he still be so desperate to have faith in something when everything he's ever believed in has disappointed him?]

Do you plan to rest before you sail out? It doesn't get cold here, but I'll start a fire to keep the animals away if you plan to sleep. [It's by no means a subtle dismissal of the conversation.]

[Alucard opens his mouth to respond to that, but there's an elbow from Sypha that stays his reaction and keeps it blessedly muted. This will devolve into fighting if they keep at it, and that's not ideal.

The dhampir sighs.]

We probably need to. Neither of us know the waters here, and it's a bad idea to navigate at night when you're unfamiliar with the seas.

[More than that, it can force them both to drag Hector on the boat tomorrow. Or at least force him to talk about his future openly. One of the two.]

Previously

Only because you asked so nicely.

[Which is to say Alucard actually puts some effort into looking dishevled, because he's like that. The hair is the easy part, but the rest means changing out of his current digs for something far more casual.

So yes, maybe it takes the whole of Trevor's goddamn Target run for the dhampir to find a t-shirt that he owns that is appropriately wrinkled (Sypha got it for him as a joke, it has a ouiji board layout on it and glows in the dark), and a pair of PJ pants that are not a part of a matched set. (Because of course he's the kind of idiot who has matched sets of pjs.]

Ah, you actually knocked.

[Which is to say that Alucard's sort of amazed he's managed to fake looking like he's loafing around the house like a normal person rather than himself. He does shuffle over to retrieve the leggings first though.]

So you bought...a large cup of sugar in liquid format?

[He's...he's just saying. As to the leggings, he gestures with a free hand.]

Thank you. I...have no idea how sizes work here, but I presume no circulation will be cut off.

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I should hope not, but your guess is as good as mine.

[Really, he needs to have Sypha give him a primer on ladies' clothing sizes if they're going to make a habit of this. And obviously, he intends to make a habit of this, because now that Adrian's given him an inch? There are many, many miles he will take. Miles that probably wouldn't be taken, if Trevor had an ounce of common sense or self-preservation, but lo. Of all the things he's lost...

Trevor puts absolutely no effort into looking disheveled; it's just his natural state of being. He woke up on Adrian's floor, practically crawled back to his room, then passed out again on his own floor right up until Adrian texted. Then before his Target quest... Shower? Basic hygiene practices? Sure, but cursory, because leggings. A man has priorities.

Come to think of it, that shower came with some surprises.]

By the way, I don't remember biting being part of the agreement last night. But then, I don't remember a good deal after the body shots, so-- Would you care to fill me in?

[Trevor doesn't look concerned, if sipping at the frappuccino and glaring at his phone are any indication.]

Well if something rips, then it was a worthwhile experiment and we know that this is simply not meant to be.

[There's probably just the reminder that leather trousers have been a cliche for good reason when it comes to matters being tight and easy to show things off, and rolling along with that. All the same, Alucard heads right over to his closet. He doesn't do much - just opens the door a little so there's a semblance of decency involved in all of this, and the experiment begins in earnest.]

You requested it, and I was unsure of what your blood alcohol content level was, so that seemed to be the quickest route to testing. It...was considerable.

[There's the sound of fabric landing with a soft fwump on the floor. That's trousers good and gone, and then Alucard unfolds the leggings to evaluate them properly. They're....absolutely going to tear, aren't they?

Well. One foot goes in, then the other, and Alucard is careful as he starts pulling everything up. The fabric is very snug, threatening constriction as he gets it all up and over his knees.]

Which is why I stopped immediately.

Take the bedroll. [He'll let them decide between themselves how and if they separate the blankets out. He's not sure what conditions they are used to when they camp.] There's an old bed through that door, but I doubt you'd want to fight the squirrels for it.

[He's thankful for the Speaker's intervention, and he really does wish he had more to offer her by way of hospitality.

...But maybe he does.]

I have something I can send with you tomorrow, to help you find your way. [Of all of his spirit-conjured creatures, the fairy is the only one whose body is still intact. She is better than a compass, and since he's taken her from the castle to the island, she should know at least the general way back. That is, if Hector doesn't end up press ganged into coming with them.]

Oh? Well, that was good of you.

[It's a vague statement, distracted because there's a gap in that door that Trevor's craning his neck to see through, and it's hard to feign non-chalance in that position. Can't help it. Doesn't want to.

There's one of two ways this can go. Trevor either bears witness to a fairly glorious wardrobe malfunction and gains fodder for the next century's worth of teasing, or he gets a glimpse of some bare ass (of which he's rather fond). Win-win as far as he's concerned. He's got no losing stakes in this.

Modesty is overrated with a body like Adrian's. That's Trevor's newest revelation, and he makes a careful mental note of it; of exactly what destroys him so completely, holds him utterly at Adrian's mercy, whenever and as often as he sees fit. It's infuriating. It's hot.

And still, the frappuccino is sipped.]

Verdict?

[ Always. He repeats, and his voice is quiet and soft and the moment is so absolutely perfect. One more kiss and then he moves back. There will, after all, be time for words later.

He takes his time as he prepares Alucard, alternating between his task and laying kisses along the inside of this thigh. It's the most precious thing in the world, being able to watch him like this, and he doesn't intend to rush it.

But still, there's a point at which it moves from 'taking his time' to 'deliberately teasing'. And he doesn't want to be cruel. Not on this occasion, anyway. He presses one last kiss to Alucard's thigh, curling his finger inside him. ]

Ready?

[Alucard knows, even in dreams, that this is delicate work. He doesn't remain entirely still of course - how can he? Not with the warmth of Trevor's lips against his thighs and the terrible hardness that's now demanding so much attention.

He's propped himself up on his elbows, forearms bearing the whole of Alucard's weight. Like this he can see everything, and if he feels daring (and oh, Alucard does), he can reach one arm out and stroke through Trevor's hair with a delicacy that borders on true adoration. Everything is overwhelming, and it's only going to be more overwhelming in a few moments.

Nope. Never mind, the overwhelming starts now, with the way that finger curls. There's a loud whine of utter pleasure that responds to it, Alucard struggling not to arch upward entirely. God. God this is too much already.]

Yes. Please.

[The two words drip with wanting.]

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It also made your blood taste fairly gross, all things considered. Some of it was pure selfishness.

[Alucard hasn't figured out that there's a gap in the door. He's far more focused on getting the damn things on. There's a point where he ends up turning around to face the door, but there is no bare ass involved. Someone's still kept their briefs on for some godless reason.

After a few more moments of fussing, coupled with an occasional really? Alucard, emerges.]

Well, it's as I suspected. They are flattering, but far too constricting. Moreover, definitely not designed for men.

[Which is to say that while the leggings seem to have highlighted every muscle in Alucard's legs, the crotch region is far too compressed for comfort. The lines of his undergarments are absolutely visible, and yeah, things are definitely too tight in the front.

Alucard is kind enough to turn though, because Trevor's predictable.]

Where do you stand on the matter, from an outsider's perspective?

Are you certain? Taking just the floor isn't a hardship.

[Sypha's a Speaker and can manage just about anything. Alucard knows that in wolf form, comfort isn't as important. Neither of them exchange looks this time, but there is a certain wavelength they both exist on.

Hector's absolutely getting press ganged tomorrow. But for now, the matter can be handled with more subtly and grace by Sypha.]

We'll focus on that tomorrow. It's been a long day, and right now we all need to rest. You too, Hector.

Are you meant to wear undergarments with them?

[That's the only complaint he can manage. Because "panty lines" or no, Adrian still fills them out better than any man should, and that's distracting at best. Trevor knows better than to sass him too much and ruin the view before he's good and ready to stop being distracted by it. His head tilts ever-so-slightly in careful appraisal, and he bites thoughtfully at the corner of his bottom lip.

Though that's an interesting point, and Trevor's never been bothered enough to ponder it before. How does Adrian even wear briefs under his normal affairs? There must be some trick to it. Dark magic. Something. It's difficult to wrap his head around at the moment; blood isn't flowing to the proper places for critical thinking to occur.

After a few long moments, Trevor shrugs and rolls his head back with all the put-upon grace he can manage.]

I suppose I could rip them off you with my teeth.

I can't imagine you would want to go without. And Sypha's still away, so we can't ask her.

[When your totally-not-girlfriend is still a part of a mostly nomadic people, you get used to her being out of the house for a few weeks at a moment's notice. It is...not ideal, honestly.

Alucard turns back around, and it's hard not to smirk at Trevor's reaction. Someone's enjoying this a little too much, and there's only two options: tease it out for as long as possible, or be a different kind of asshole and suck all the fun out of it. Like the vampire he is.]

I suppose you could destroy something you paid for, yes. But--

[Actually, a call's already been made. Alucard cringes, and his fingers go to the waistband.]

No, these need to come off right now, neither of us accounted for exactly how constricting these things are.

[It isn't as if Alucard can't endure ridiculous pain. But he is fairly in tune with his own bodily functions, especially things like blood flow, and right now he's viscerally aware of it's slowing. Fingers hooked in the waistband of the leggings, he's very careful as he starts to peel them off.]

I'd take their destruction as a necessary sacrifice, I think.

[There's a fleeting notion -- one Trevor won't lend any credence to whatsoever -- to cross the distance between them and assist with the process. Those things are clingy, and he can't imagine it'll be easy to peel them off now that he's got them on. But on the other hand, he's fairly sure it will invite some manner of scorn, because Adrian's mastered undressing just as well as anyone, and... Well.

It will be interesting enough just to watch him struggle if it comes to that.

Trevor's nearly finished off his drink through this entire ordeal, and scarcely notices until the straw starts making an obnoxious sound whenever he sips. SLUUUUUUUURP. Pity.]

Let me know if you need help.

[Like hell. He is staying right where he is and enjoying the show.]

It's your money you're ripping apart.

[They might just rip anyway, even if Alucard is as careful as can be as he works the damn things down to around his thighs. It's a process that involves a bit of deeply undignified wiggling (absolutely a show by accident), and a few moments of pacing around to try and find a better angle to get the damn things off. The struggle? The struggle is so real.]

Help? Trevor, you're treating this like it's a film, obnoxious straw slurping and all.

[But the stupid things are at Alucard's knees now, and from there, no struggle remains. Alucard slides the leggings off entirely and kicks them to the side. Alucard's legs are most certainly not their usual pale selves at the moment, but rather a faint red from the return of circulation to the areas that were starting to be cut off. Satisfied with that and that alone, Alucard makes his way over and sits himself at the edge of the bed, relieved.]

Well, we now know that I look amazing in them as predicted, but unless they make leggings for men, we should not do that again any time soon.

I'm sure we could find them.

[Trevor's going to make it his new duty to find them. Quietly. Without drawing attention to it until he's succeeded. He can be damn resourceful when he puts his mind to it. Or perhaps it's just dumb luck. But no one would fault him for trying.]

Amazing is giving yourself quite a lot of credit, isn't it? They were all right. Leather suits you better.

[He damn well did look amazing, but if it's possible for Trevor to give Adrian shit about something, he's jumping on the opportunity. Old habits die hard, and none harder than Trevor's tendency to ruin everything he enjoys. Genuine romance doesn't hold a candle to possible-masochism and definite-self-deprecation.]

Nothing also suits you better. [So stated, while a finger slips up Adrian's spine.]

I refuse to look at your internet search history for the next month on principle then.

[Alucard doesn't know how this is ending besides ridiculously, and that is always for both good and ill when Trevor's concerned. Oh yes, he is a man of resources, but also...this involves being an asshole. And making out. So where this lands is completely up in the air.]

You could be nicer about something you helped to encourage, you know. Even if it's against your basic nature.

[Alucard'll give as good as he gets. Trevor's self-depreciation can usually be endearing, but there are moments that it's frustrating. Especially when it runs over actual romance, which is something the dhampir does appreciate every so often.]

Is that an invitation to pick up from last night, Belmont?

Just take it. [He wouldn't have offered it if he wasn't sure. Once his guests are asleep, Hector can pop outside and see if any of his old reanimated pets want to sleep beside him. They work just as well as a blanket for someone who doesn't mind the smell of animals and slight necrosis.

He wants to walk the length of the island until he's tired enough to collapse, but that's not a possibility with these two here. They won't trust him on his own while they rest.

He settles into the opposite corner of the room and sits, propped against the wall. He doesn't expect sleep to come, but within a few minutes of sitting, it does.]

[Trevor could be nicer. For what it's worth, he's trying, and not simply for his own sake. After all, when you've shared a man's bed, there are some pretenses you have to abandon purely on principle. You have to come to terms with the fact that you don't hate him anymore. You don't even dislike him. In fact, a large part of you (emphasis on large, thank you) is quite fond of him and would like to keep him around. And keep sharing his bed. Woe befall them both should he actually come to terms with that.

But Adrian shouldn't have to suffer for Trevor's penchant toward self-sabotage. If Trevor had to admit it -- and it takes some needling -- Adrian's been quite good to them, after their initial blowout. That's worth more than Trevor's probably capable of giving him, but yes, he is trying to be better.

Which is possibly why he's not being quite as pushy and brutish as usual. Blunted nails drift lazily over Adrian's back, in the closest approximation Trevor can manage to a backscratch, and he's grinning at the dhampir with one brow quirked.]

Are you offering? Because, just to be completely clear, the answer to that question will always be 'yes.'

[While Sypha and Alucard do take the bedroll, neither of them falls asleep immediately. Alucard is simply a wolf, curled up and quiet beside Sypha. There are gentle fingers that card through all of his fluff, although it's Sypha that falls asleep first.

The night wears on. At some point, Alucard nudges Sypha awake and they trade shifts. It's easier to do this with three, but it's fine. It means that when morning does come, Alucard is no longer a wolf but a person again. The bucket remains where it was left last night, but he's managed to forage a few pieces of fruit that are sat beside the bucket.

Nothing else has been touched. Alucard's cutting up the one apple he managed to find with a knife that's been laying around (and very much cleaned up), his hair pulled back and looking almost comedically domestic after the events of yesterday.]

[There's a soft hum as Trevor's fingers move down his back. For him, it's been much easier to accept whatever this weird arrangement between the three of them is, unlabeled and undefined. Alucard likes them both. A lot, not just because of time spent in the bedroom, but because it's a joy to sit around the house and be. It is easier with Sypha, but that's because Sypha understands and responds to emotions with a certain level of grace that Alucard envies. Trevor has...Trevor is Trevor. Whatever lets him kiss the dhampir is all Alucard cares about.

And if he and Sypha can drag him further away from self loathing and self sabotage in the process, then so be it.]

Come here then, the angle you're at is awful.

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