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[Admittedly, it is, and Adrian never has to tell him twice. Resistant though Trevor may be to mere suggestion in all other aspects of their life, he's practically obedient in bed. If it's lent them a certain degree of cooperation outside the bedroom as well? That's a happy accident, but a welcome one nevertheless. Probably makes Sypha's life a hell of a lot easier, if nothing else.

They should make a go of it sometime, the three of them. Possibly even in an official capacity. Trevor's more inclined to the idea than he ever thought he'd be, but they all fit. He's not sure how to describe it in any other way, and maybe he'll suggest it someday.

Someday. Not now. Now Adrian's waiting for Trevor to come, and Trevor never keeps him waiting. One arm winds around Adrian's waist, and he pulls the dhampir into his lap as he sits up, immediately diving to shower Adrian's throat with rough kisses and tiny bites. Rough, because rugged is a kind description for the eternal state of his facial hair, and he never seems to pay it any mind against delicate skin.]

And how would you like it, my liege? [It's a quiet growl against Adrian's shoulder, and Adrian can practically feel the smirk against his neck.]

[Sypha's definitely taken notice of these sorts of things. She has also strategically not commented at all, because to do so would be to make her headache like five times worse, and scuttle both whatever is between Alucard and Trevor and herself and Trevor. The whole thing's a balancing act, and Trevor and Alucard have a very bad habit of both being bulls in the emotional china shop.

The idea of all three of them together is something Alucard's given thought to. He wants it. But...timing. There's a need for all three of them to be well and truly comfortable, and that requires more time. For now, this is more than enough.

Alucard's not one to protest with being dragged into Trevor's lap. Not when the dhampir's Ultimate Weak Point is immediately prevailed upon because yes. He's a vampire cliche and absolutely loses it when attention to his neck is involved. The eternal Belmont scruff only adds texture to the delight of it all, and one of Alucard's hands finds it's way to Trevor's hair. There's no pull or attempt to direct Trevor, it's only for want of having his hand there. The other moves to Trevor's chest, hand curling in the fabric.]

Mmmm. Carry on, this is quite nice.

[Hector wakes and blinks the sleep out of his eyes. He sees Adrian assuming the role of domestic goddess in the middle of his ruined cabin, thinks about commenting on it, and decides it is too absurd to even hazard a remark. How he looks so refined and noble after spending the night on a floor, Hector can't say.

He unfolds himself from his corner and stretches stiff limbs. His shoulders give a satisfying pop. Taking a quick glance out of the broken window, he sees a clear sky.]

It looks like decent weather to start your journey home.

[A stunning conversation starter.]

[Really, there's nothing to it. The other two travel more. He looks after the house. His diet is more specialized, and so cooking in a way that balances human and vampire needs has always been a priority for Alucard. It's as normal as any other part of himself, and that's all there is to it.

Alucard moves onto the two pears he found, hardly missing a beat as Hector speaks.]

Tell me, Hector, when you lived here before, how easy was foraging and looking after your diet? I've noticed a lot of overgrowth, but precious few resources.

[ He had something to say here, something that was probably very clever and romantic (or so he likes to think) but it's gone the second that whine leaves Alucard. He doesn't have words. How could anyone, after that sound?

Instead of talking he just repositions himself, moving slowly so as to keep Alucard's hand in his hair. It's- important, that it stay there. It's so affectionate, so adoring, that it's only pure arousal keeping him from falling forward into Alucard's arms and remaining there.

Pure arousal is more than enough. He steadies both hands against Alucard's hips, pushing into him slowly. Steadily. ]

[Alucard wants to just use his other hand to grab onto Trevor's hip and hold there. But sudden movements right now are not a great idea, not even in dreams. So he stays perfectly balanced, grateful that all of Trevor's movements have focused on keeping that hand where it is.

His grip tightens as Trevor moves. Moves and starts to enter him properly, and there's only a moment of the usual tension. It all fades in a moment, coupled with a long, ragged sigh that makes it clear exactly how much Alucard wants this.

Like that whine wasn't enough.

He's pretty sure that words are going to be a problem from here on out. But the one forearm supporting all of Alucard's weight is starting to shake not just from bearing that weight but from anticipation, and he needs at least a few moments of guidance.]

How...Where do you want me to lie?

[Carry on-- bestowing orders, just as his nickname implies. 'My liege' was only half teasing when it came to fruition because Adrian can only bear so much blame for this. Trevor lavishes attention upon him because Adrian's soft, and he smells good, and Trevor is completely weak for the way Adrian's occasionally brought to mewling under his lips. It's a simple sort of fixation, but Adrian's taken Trevor for his thrall in a completely unconventional way; touch and whimpers instead of spells and blood.

Can dhampir take thralls? Ghouls? Trevor should have read that somewhere, should have remembered it. But he can't, and doesn't particularly care to when his hands are creeping beneath the back of Adrian's ridiculous ouija t-shirt, seeking out more bare skin than they've been given leave to find, but itch for nevertheless. Wandering, even as his teeth find their way to the other side of Adrian's neck, and dig in harder, careful to hold back from the point that he's learned is unpleasant from past experience.

Careful. There's a trait no one would expect to see in Trevor. It wasn't even something he'd expect to see in himself, before--

Before Adrian drove him mad, and he surrendered to madness happily.]

[In truth, Alucard could just be happy with this for hours, going no further than making out and being spoiled for attention to his neck. There are pointedly non-sharp nails that rub against Trevor's scalp, enjoying the texture of hair and skin there. Trevor's showered, which is always a wonderful thing, and this close, Alucard can get a good sniff of it mixed in with Trevor's more natural musk. There's always that and a hint of something more sacred - some kind of incense, although the source never makes sense. Alucard's chalked it up to some kind of inherited vampire hunter nonsense, like centuries of blessings and time spent in churches thick with the stuff can be passed down.

If there's to be bare skin involved in this though, there should be fairness. It's for that reason and others that Alucard's free hand decides to move low so it can get properly under Trevor's shirt. He doesn't bother with being subtle in creeping a hand slowly up either. No point. Once it's underneath Trevor's shirt, Alucard immediately puts his hand to Trevor's chest, aware that this is probably not as gentle an initial groping as he'd intended.

It's fine anyway. Trevor's entered teeth and nearly (but not quite) drawing blood into the equation, and this is simply Alucard's version of that.

A sigh of stupid satisfaction follows, loud and unrestrained and smitten with the current circumstances.]

[Hector is baffled. Why is this the conversation they are having?]

I got by. The fishing's not bad, and I kept a little garden for tea leaves. [He wasn't willing to devote more time to a larger garden, so he'd prioritized the substance that would help keep him awake so he could keep working longer.]

I'd go inland for supplies before the winter. I never starved.

[The answer he's skirting around is, 'It's a miracle I survived on my own, and your father was positively exasperated by it.']

I see. [Alucard's tone makes it clear that he finds the response to be troubling, at the very least. He finishes cutting up the fruit, and he offers some of the pear over to Hector.]

I'm worried that things might have changed in your absence.

[Yeah. Alucard'll just betray the hand that they ain't letting Hector stay here either. The argument has to start at some point.]

Eat. I doubt you've done much of that since arriving here.

[....yeah, dad had the right of it on that front.]

[If Adrian pushes up much further, he's going to start breaking hems, and while Trevor's not usually fussy over his clothing, he's going to have to start. They can get carried away, and clothing is an unfortunate casualty of that fervor. Trevor pauses in his thorough defilement of Adrian's back, for the few seconds it takes to grab the neckline of his shirt and peel it off, toss it-- away, somewhere, he doesn't really care where it's landed. It frees up his body for more of Adrian's wandering hands, and that'll be reward enough.

Adrian's wiry, lithe; his shirts never seem to pull so much as shift over Trevor's grasp, greedy though it always seems to be. But his hands creep lower when they return to Adrian's back, sliding beneath his shirt only briefly before straying down, passing briefly over his ass and then grasping at his thighs. He thinks -- no, he's quite sure -- that every part of Adrian is sculpted to perfection, but his legs? Those are Trevor's favorite part of him. Never mind legs for days, he swears Adrian's stretch on for weeks, and Trevor's content to be between them for just as long.

So let them linger here for hours. What else do they have to do? Nothing more important than sucking bruises into a dhampir's neck, that's for damn sure.]

I don't give you enough credit, do I? [Trevor murmurs, muffled against Adrian's skin, as if this is really the time or place to be asking that question.]

Credit for what, precisely?

[It's a question that comes out after a muted noise of approval with where Trevor's hands have wandered. He would have been ever so content enough to have Trevor's hands on his rear and keep them there. Sypha has a tendency to do just that, adding a touch of additional heat from his hands that always seems to make the dhampir functionally useless.

But with Trevor, it's legs. Always has been, and there's no doubt that Alucard approves of that too. There's a major artery down there that when brushed against, has a terrible tendency to escalate a situation. No wonder this entire joke ended up being taken seriously. Even if it's still ridiculous, Alucard stripped down to just his briefs now and his stupid messy bun, Trevor shirtless with Alucard's hand trying to grab every inch of skin on the man's chest.]

[ He chuckles. It's soft, quiet, like he's afraid to make too much noise like this. Like Alucard is the kind of delicate thing that could break from the sound of his voice. ]

A little late to be figuring that out, don't you think?

[ He brings one hand upward, stroking up Alucard's back until the hand settles at his shoulders. Slowly, a little awkwardly (he really should have figured this out before he was fully sheathed inside Alucard), he pulls his vampire upward into his lap. The hand remains on his back, holding him steady, and the other on his hip to help lift him upward and lower him slightly.

He can only move slowly, shallowly like this. But in every other way it's perfect. Alucard's face above him, taking up the whole of his vision. Lilacs falling out of his hair around them both. ]

Acceptable?

A bit, yes.

[It is still funny though. They've gotten so swept up in each other, in all of this, that basic things managed to slip from their minds utterly. But that says an awful lot in and of itself, and all of those things said are positives from Alucard's perspective.

There's a lot of careful maneuvering involved. Alucard lets Trevor simply guide him, shifting weight where it's appropriate but otherwise wholly dependent on Trevor to figure out where the both of them ought to be. A few inappropriate noises do squeak out (angles, in this particular situation, dictate so much), but then they're settled. An inverse of before, where all Trevor wanted was fangs in his neck and Alucard obliged.

But this is perfect. Alucard can do the thing he loves most, which is wrap around Trevor entirely, and simply get lost in the perfection of that feeling. His arms reach out to start that process, both around Trevor's shoulders and hands meeting at the top of Trevor's spine.]

Perfection.

Anything.

[And that's true enough without elaboration, but Trevor seems dead-set on truth at the moment, for whatever reason. Perhaps the miracle of God-given legs in spandex has inspired it within him. Perhaps it's just the curse of being too sober for his own good.]

For what you do for us. [That, punctuated by a drag of teeth across the tender junction of Adrian's throat and shoulder. Then...] For what you do to me.

[He could write a whole dissertation on the latter, were he so inclined. He's not inclined to do much besides exponentially inappropriate grabbing at the moment, so he'll expand upon it later. Maybe. For now, he's tilting his head up, finally catching Adrian's lips in a heated kiss. It might serve to silence a response. It might just make Adrian drag him away by his hair.

Either way, he's determined to enjoy it.]

[For a moment, Alucard is thrown. Everything that has happened thus far wouldn't suggest or encourage this moment of rawness, of something close to genuineness and vulnerability. It is a side of Trevor rarely surfaced, but Alucard's met it once or twice before. He'd be a liar if he said he didn't like it. Quite the opposite - it means the world to see.

He wants to respond. Meet like with like, maybe venture a few words into the discussion that could potentially move whatever this is forward. Perhaps not label it entirely, but define a rough outline. Even simply make it clear that I care and have strong emotions for you is a true statement. (The L word is much further away, even if it floats to the surface of Alucard's mind some days.)

But there's no chance to. Trevor's deployed the reliable shut up, dhampir gesture, and all of Alucard wants to respond to it first. The heat is wonderful, and Alucard wastes little time in deepening it. He knows that at this angle, opening mouths and involving tongues might catch against his fangs, but that's an acceptable risk he'll just have to--

--ah, right. The hand still in Trevor's hair is careful as it tugs Trevor towards a slightly different angle, one less likely to brush against fangs.]

[Hector is immediately on guard. He takes the pear warily. The island has little to offer other than wild creatures and isolation. That is precisely why he was able to settle here; if it had been a rich, fertile land, not even his reputation as a necromancer would have kept the locals at bay.]

I have not had much of an appetite. I will be fine until I am ready to leave. You needn't worry.

[The pear is hard when he bites down on the slice, at the very first stages of ripeness. Fruit like this is a rarity on the island, and Hector's surprised Adrian was able to find one of the few fruit-bearing trees around.]

Not eating doesn't help any of it.

[They're words that are a little too frank. Alucard knows it, but he really doesn't care. Grief makes people do stupid things like not eat or drink, among the many options that the both of them know exist.]

You...do know we're not letting you stay here, yes?

[It's inevitable. Might as well get the fight started.]

It's none of your concern. [He's not going to repeat Dracula's mistakes, and he's not hurting anyone else. Adrian has seen that much for himself. He crosses his arms and sets his jaw.]

I'm not planning on staying here forever. I'll return for my pets. [He's being deliberately obtuse about Adrian's meaning. Hector's freedom is the only thing he has left. If Adrian wants to take it from him, he's going to make him own up to it.]

It is. [Alucard's voice is measured and calm. And here, this moment, it requires vulnerability. Because yes, he and Sypha and Trevor are worried. Hector's proven to be a hard element to predict, and in the future he could very well become a problem again.

But there's no good way to say that. Not one that doesn't become an immediate threat. So honesty is the only way forward.]

You...after these things, it's not easy. It requires a solid foundation to rebuild. I don't want you to be without that.

[Fangs aren't Trevor's biggest concern. Not if the following hours (or any of their encounters previously) are any indication. The slow burn always builds to an inferno, and they're carried away more often than not. But that's part of why it's good. That's part of why it works. It seems like lost parts of Trevor return to him in moments like that; in the depths of it, the hottest moments, inhibitions long-departed, Adrian sees a different side of him. A side that embraces Adrian, embraces this entire bizarre arrangement between them all, and isn't frightened of what it makes him feel.

And hours later, fire finally simmering to embers, Trevor's still wrapped around Adrian. Because the dhampir likes it warm, and Trevor's arm draped over his waist -- body pressed against his side -- is the finest means of achieving that. Reality's slow to creep back in, and Trevor enjoys the afterglow more than he cares to admit.

But even dozing, it's too much to hope that he can just shut up for a minute.]

Shall I take this to mean -- [Trevor pauses to stifle a yawn.] -- that you're a fan of leggings?

[Where this leads is far, far better than had it happened last night in the midst of drink, snuggling on a floor full of pillows, and a dozen other smaller details that have long since been forgotten. There might have been one or two rough rounds, but the impact of them? Hardly the same.

Because hours of laying in bed together, sober and so terribly in the moment, they carry a greater weight. Some of it is simply from going from a single long, slow note to a full orchestra at it's crescendo, but the rest lies in the emotions that come with it. Trevor's sober, and so everything done is a deliberate choice. Alucard's fully caught up in the moment, distracted from concerns about his parents and however that nightmare has decided to play out over the next few days. They're both present and the center of each other's focus, as close to each other as physically possible. All the kissing, groping, orgasms, everything else pales in comparison.

Or at least that's what Alucard will realize after sitting with his thoughts for some time, thinking long and hard about the past several hours. Now, still pressed close and running almost as warm at Sypha, all he can focus on is his own breathing. It's finally starting to resemble a steady, at rest rate. His eyes are closed, about to drink in the silence and--

--Of course.]

I believe the answer for both of us has been a resounding yes.

[He's too spent to offer something snappier. Or even chide the Belmont for runing a perfectly good moment.]

[ Those noises are- god, those noises. They're somehow obscene and ridiculous and perfect at once. By the time Alucard is in place, they have Trevor staring up at him adoringly. His beautiful, slightly squeaky vampire. Without meaning to, he shifts back against Alucard's hands. ]

Certainly is from this angle.

[ It really is, having Alucard wrapped around him like this, his face lovely and flushed up there where the sky ought to be, light peeking through the curtain of his hair. His hands can't wander, needing to remain where they are to move Alucard up and down upon him, but he's positioned well to kiss at the base of Alucard's throat and then up his collarbone. His thrusts are shallow because of the position, slow. It's not even close to the hardest they've done this. But it doesn't need to be. Honestly, that would perhaps be too much on top of everything else. ]

[Hector knows that Adrian speaks from experience. The dhampir lost a family that had presumably loved him dearly before Lisa’s execution. He knows it, he just...he wants to be alone, in the way wild things run off into the forest to die.]

I’m going to be without it whether I’m here or anywhere else. My only foundation is ash now.

[It hurts to even think of speaking her name right now.]

It’s...good of you to care, but you needn’t bother.

[That is, if this is concern for his well-being and not fear of his relapse into forging. He’s too tired to try to judge the inscrutable Adrian’s intentions.]

And you call me a sap.

[They're words laced with stupid, besotted affection. Trevor gives the vampire shit all the time about that exact topic, and while the words are very much against the air of the moment, their tone is not. It's everything right.

Alucard's overly cautious as he moves his legs so they can hug Trevor's waist the way he wants them to. Moving right now is just...it's so much, it's movement that comes with more of those noises because every part of him is hyper sensitive right now, and wrapping around Trevor just makes everything that much more heightened.

But no. He's managed, legs firm around Trevor's waist, hands against spine, and fuck the combination of kisses to his throat and that first thrust might as well be the death of him. All of Alucard shudders when that happens, fully aware that Trevor will feel every inch of the movement. Good. Let him, because this is all because of Trevor anyway.

But he grinds down. Just a little. Because that brings a new sensation with it, and a murmur of Trevor's name laced with pleasure.]

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