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[ Shit. He wants more. He wants whatever this is going to lead to. It's been so unattainable for so long, and he didn't think he minded that much, but now it's so close and- fuck. He doesn't need to do anything, he just needs to stay still and say nothing and let things continue and- ]

Adrian. [ It comes out soft at first, breathless and warm and too encouraging for a sound of warning, caught up in a soft whine as Alucard's mouth moves downward. Almost disappointed that he didn't bite down. ]

Adrian. [ He tries again, a little firmer this time. He has to be in control. Regardless of all of the trappings of helplessness, Alucard needs him to be in control. And that means bringing this, whatever this could have been if he just held his tongue, to a close. ] That's enough.

[Delirium had gripped Trevor hours before Adrian's arrival. Case in point, he can't be sure whether Adrian's actually knelt beside him, or if it's another hallucination. Some mirage of the meandering mist, bringing a dying man this cold bit of comfort. If God were just, the hallucination would have brought Adrian and Sypha both, preferably nude and bathing for Trevor's last-minute show. Though the mist hadn't spoken before now, and Adrian's scent surrounds Trevor when the dhampir reaches to touch him.

Ah. Then Trevor's in trouble rather than dead. He can't decide which he'd rather at the moment.

The sound that comes from Trevor next is unpleasant; a guttural heave, nearly choking around the bile that's been roiling at the back of his tongue for ages. It's the beginning of speech, or trying to be. His lips form the words but--

Weakly, haltingly, he lifts his head to spit blood and merciful-Lord-knows-what-else across the ground away from Adrian. He may be barbaric, but he's not about to spit on the dhampir ~~unless Adrian asks very sweetly~~. That clears his throat enough to make room for words.]

Adrian... [It's barely more than a breath behind a weak smile as he faceplants into the dirt again.] I'll be fine. Just need a moment.

[From the look of him, what he needs is antivenom or a casket.]

Hmmm.

[The soft noise is pressed against Trevor's chest, and Alucard can feel it reverberate. It feels amazing, he wants more, and--

--Trevor's voice pulls him out of that thought. It's firm. Something's been done wrong, and so Alucard pulls away, picking up his head slowly.

That's enough.

Trevor's right. Whatever this is, it's gone far faster than Alucard thought it might and that's a sign of things in and of themselves. He takes a deep breath, struggling to anchor himself.]

For....yes. You're right.

[He shifts in his seat, a little uncomfortable for the heat rising between his legs.]

I don't think a moment is going to do anything but harm.

[Alucard crouches down beside Trevor, his eyes roaming over the Belmont's body but doing nothing yet. Poison moves through a body faster if you attempt movement, and Alucard will do no such thing to endanger Trevor.

What he does do is press gently at what wounds he can see, and then he brings his nose to sniff at the worst of the poison. He doesn't like it, and worse, he can't place it. Not really. Not yet.]

What kind of creature did this to you? Or kinds, I'm aware there's multiple scents here.

[Trevor motions vaguely with one hand. There's a clearing nearby, about fifty yards from the path, where a few creatures' corpses litter the ground in pieces. It's difficult to say how many are there, but the heads Adrian can see suggest at least five.]

Forged, a whole mess of them. Think I tripped a perimeter. A few of them were glowing at the mouth. Tried to give them some space but they're persistent...

It's close, though. Wherever that bastard is hiding, we've nearly found him. Just--

[Just have to get up. Get his Morning Star. Press on. He's had worse than this, he's sure of it. He can't even remember all the chemicals he had to swallow as a child. To build up an immunity, his father said. A fat lot of good that did him now. Though, arguably, perhaps he'd be dead already if not for that aspect of his training.

Trevor jabs his elbows into the ground, though his arms are badly shaking when he tries to heave himself up. This is always the hardest part. Getting up. Once he manages that, everything else gets easier and easier. Just have to get up--

There's that gurgling choke again, and he collapses on his side just before he violently vomits a rather worrying shade of pitch into the ravine beside the road. And there, on the very edge of unconsciousness, it's time to admit that maybe he hasn't had worse than this.]

Sorry. I don't-- Uh. I don't think I'm getting up.

[ For now. Was that what he was going to say? That this can happen again?

He shouldn't raise his expectations too much. Alucard's clearly caught up in some part of this, and he's spent enough nights drinking to know that it's possible to sincerely regret something that you would have killed for the last night. He slips his hands free of the ropes.

He should have Alucard untie him if this happens again, he realises a little too late. Give him control over when the- ritual? Is this a ritual? - ends. But for now his hands are already free when the thought occurs to him.

Just bringing my hands forward. Won't touch you.

He should say something other than that, shouldn't he? At least to explain that Alucard didn't do anything wrong. But he's having a little difficulty coming up with words when all his body's resources are being diverted somewhere else entirely. ]

You did- That was good. I just don't want you pushing yourself too far.

[Alucard does put his hands over Trevor's though. He understands. He knows this is the right thing, even as the rest of him rebels and says he can just take what he wants. There's a sobering breath, then a small, understanding smile.]

I understand. You're...[He smiles.] You're my guardian in this. I trust you.

[But then he shifts uncomfortably, looking down for a moment and flushing a brilliant red.]

Should I...?

[He picks one hand up, gesturing to himself.]

How do I deal with this?

No, you're not.

[Alucard sounds a little breathless, but he's down and helping Trevor find a place to sit up. It's an old tree stump in the end, gnarled and scorched and long since wrecked. It's a terrible seat, but it'll do for now.]

Antidote I... [Medicine on the fly. Oh his mother would be proud.]

I have to look and see what kind of thing it is. There might be a natural remedy but you can't move, do I make myself clear Trevor Belmont?

With-? Oh. [ Oh. ] Right.

[ It wasn't as if he'd been unaware that this would be a problem, more- he didn't expect to be asked how one deals with this situation. His gaze follows Alucard's gesture, even though he knows exactly what he's being asked about, and settles for rather longer than he meant it to. ] Right. [ He should answer, shouldn't he? ]

It's- I mean- [ with some effort, he tears his gaze away. ] if you don't want to do anything, it'll go away eventually. Or cold water'll do it, or-

[ He looks down again. Then further down, to himself, and then back up to try to actually look Alucard in the eyes. ] -I could show you?

[Alucard can feel heat flush in his cheeks, and there's enthusiasm when he nods.]

Please. I--

[God, he'd be bright red if he was human.]

Will it be okay if I copy what you do?

I think so? I mean- I don’t know if it’s the same for everyone. But it’s- it’s easy to figure out, once you get started.

[ He shuffles back a little across the bed, until he’s just out of arms reach from Alucard. This seems like it could get uncomfortable if he messes up, so hopefully the distance will help. After only a moments’ hesitation, he begins to unlace his trousers, watching Alucard intently as he does ]

Just- tell me if you need me to stop. It’s fine.

Okay.

[The word is much more breathless than Alucard wanted it to be. There's still that undercurrent of want in there, and his eyes go to Trevor's trousers with a little too much intensity.

He seems to catch that too, and Alucard shifts so that he's focused on Trevor's face.]

And if you'd rather I not, just say so.

I want- this is good. I want this.

[ In truth, he’s more than a little worried about doing this wrong somehow. He figured this out himself, and he’s never known any other men save for his interrogators (men of the church, even if he were in a position to ask them), the forgemaster (the topic just never came up) and Dracula himself (no). It’s hard to shake the feeling that Alucard’s going to judge him, even with the knowledge that he’s in no position to do so.

Carefully, he finishes unlacing his trousers and eases them down to his thighs. Alucard’s easlier actions have definitely had their effect on him, and he’s most of the way to hardness despite the nervousness. He ghosts a hand over himself, hissing in breath and sighing it out. If he tilts his head just so then he can’t quite see Alucard’s arm, removing the evidence that it isn’t Alucard’s hand there. ]

[It's reassuring, knowing the feelings is mutual. That Alucard's not demanding anything that Trevor wouldn't give freely. He can't kneel anymore though, not like this, and so Alucard changes his position. His legs are instead splayed out, alleviating some of the stress between them, but precious little.

He knows that means unbuttoning his own trousers, but he waits for a few moments, just so he can watch Trevor undo his own. Watch whatever tumbles out and oh. He caused that, didn't he?

That's the thought that his him the hardest. Sends his own hand scrambling to just unleash the trousers and fastening of undergarments as quickly as possible, because the tension is far too much. But once out, Alucard doesn't move his hands, Not until he can see what Trevor's begun to do.]

[ So far, so good. Alucard isn't laughing at him, or calling him perverted or- anything he was worried about, really. He strokes once, twice, slowly, coaxing himself to hardness. ]

Just- watch what I do. And if you copy it, and you're watching me- then you can act like it's your dick here. Like I'm touching you, but without the me touching you part.

[ It seems like a good idea in his head, at least. ]

I can do that.

[He thinks he can do that, at least. Alucard's never heard this particular tone in his own voice, and it's so, so heady that it takes a moment to realize it's his own.

Alucard's hand does wrap around himself. There's a soft hiss, adjusting to even that much pressure.]

I'll...one day I want this from you.

[ The remaining worry about being judged fades from him, at that. His shoulders sink and he smiles, more relaxed now. ]

Whenever you're ready for it, I'll be here.

[ When he moves his hand, it's slow. He knows that even this much is going to be a lot for Alucard. And- honestly if he does the same thing, and pretends that it's his dick in Alucard's hand, it's a lot for him as well. ]

[Alucard would be baffled about a fear of judgement. Who could judge anyone in a moment like this?

He wants to ask more questions. Like if they're going to tell Sypha.

But he doesn't. He mirrors how Trevor moves his hand, and almost immediately there's a soft noise from him. It's delighted and pleased and it doesn't even hint at being overwhelmed - at least, not yet.]

[ They are, sooner rather than later. She needs to know that this works, even if he's pretty convinced that if she finds out that he tied himself up unprompted then she'll start laughing and never stop.

That noise of delight, though. It's wonderful. Something he thought he'd never hear, something he's been wanting to hear for so long now. ]

Fuck. Fuck, your hands are so soft.

[ It's not Alucard's hand, of course. But he can pretend. Act like they're doing this for each other, even if that isn't possible yet. And even pretending makes this different, so much better, than it would be otherwise. ] You're so lovely. So lovely.

[Alucard doesn't know if they'll be able to do this sooner rather than later. He wants to, he wants to just leap across the bed and take Trevor in hand, but it's important not to rush. He knows, and he loves Trevor for the caution in this.

But also fuck if those words don't hit him right in the core, and his hand speeds up by accident.]

That tongue is too smooth. You've been taking lessons from Sypha.

[He probably has. Probably learned all the right words for this moment from her too.]

Perhaps. [ Absolutely. ] Maybe I've just had a lot of time to think about what to say. [ Also true. He's been thinking about this for so, so long.

He brings his eyes up to Alucard's for a moment, grinning as he increases his pace to match his. ]

Maybe eventually you'll be able to find out just how smooth it is. [ He pairs that statement with a long, slower stroke, because it absolutely needed clarifying what he was referring to. ]

[Alucard lets out a soft sigh at that. It's the words mixed with that slow motion that makes the noise happen, and then Alucard's hand tries to slow down too.

It doesn't work at all. His hand's still fast.]

I'd like that.

[Fuck. He's never felt this warm before.]

Can...can we kiss after we're done? Please?

[ He's used by now to being the one to ask those sorts of questions, to give warning and ask permission for contact. It's nice to have that turned around. Shit, it's only a kiss they're talking about and he's still gripping himself a little tighter with anticipation. Is this what it's like for Alucard every time they ask permission to touch him? ]

Of course.

[ He looks down again, at Alucard's hand and his not-entirely-controlled movements, and tries to match the pace to keep the illusion of touching each other going a little longer. ]

You getting close?

I think-- [His hand's still messy, and with Trevor's gaze there, Alucard strokes himself faster. He has to shift how he's sitting now.]

Yes. Very.

Thought so [ He chuckles to himself a little, but it’s not like he has any room to talk. Usually he’d last at least a little longer, but this is more than usual. He hisses in air as he tries to match Alucard’s almost desperate pace. ]

Fuck. You’re so pretty like this. You- [ He is. Beautiful. Trevor looks like he’s about to say something else but then he draws his lower lip between his teeth, breath coming out as a long whine. ]

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