[Alucard presses close and buries his face into Trevor's shoulder. That's all he's ever needed, maybe. To be told that he's home and he is not only safe, but so very well protected.]
[ There is one thing that needed to be done, though, once Alucard was awake again. They fed him enough to keep him stable before, but-
-shit, the castle's rearranged. He's pretty sure he had a clean needle in this room, but there's a wall where the bedside table where he kept it used to be, stopping him from leaving the bed. ]
You need to feed, though. Ask the castle to let me get the equipment?
Food! Food means faster recovery! Alucard tries to think, but he has a face full of Belmont. That's distracting, and Alucard wants to fuss about being distracted.
[ Ugh, he's going to have to climb over Alucard to get out of the bed and then- he can't see the door. hopefully the room still has one. He kisses Alucard's forehead again. ]
[He doesn't let go at first. Trevor has to extract himself, and when he is out of bed, Alucard tries to hug the nearest pillow as a replacement. It...doesn't work.
But the castle? The castle doesn't care. The door only goes back to the operating theatre, and there isn't even a corridor now. Just one room connected to the other, and no needles or syringes or anything within the room's many drawers.]
[ That can’t be right. There aren’t even scalpels. Fuck, even the brooch of Sypha’s robes is gone, so he can’t use the pin from that. Nothing he could use to draw blood.
...it makes a stupid kind of sense. Nothing that could be used to hurt Alucard. He should probably be grateful that he still has teeth.
Which are what he ends up using, as he climbs back into the bed. He bites the inside of his mouth, stroking Alucard’s face. ]
Let me know if it’s too much.
[ Too much contact, rather than too much blood. Because then he presses his lips against Alucard’s, letting blood trickle into his mouth. It’s not much, but he’ll figure out how to get more out of himself later. ]
[Alucard's still fuzzy when Trevor returns to bed. He's fuzzy when he inches back to Trevor, but once their lips are together, he understands. The sharp scent of iron brings everything into focus, and slowly, Alucard's tongue brushes over Trevor's lips. Presses against them, begging to be let in closer to the source of blood.
His hands react too. One goes to Trevor's hip to hold him in place, the other to Trevor's cheek. It's soft, but there's the low request of be still in the background. Blood means that certain instincts are awake, and oh, this is one of them.]
[ He opens his mouth to let Alucard’s tongue in, and god, this really is too far but it’s a little too late to worry about that now. He’ll apologise one Alucard’s in his right mind again. For now, blood.
He falls still once Alucard’s hands move against him. He doesn’t know how this goes. Even in his current state, it’s probably best to let Alucard control all of this as much as possible. ]
[Alucard's hands are just to keep Trevor in place so nothing goes awry or askew in the moment. Usually this moment would involve fangs, and fangs carry danger with them.
Such as it is, it's just for contact. Alucard's tongue finds it's way to the source of the blood, and it stays there for a long moment, every second another chance for blood to gather and coat Alucard's tongue. Once it feels as if no more can be taken (and that air is required), his tongue withdraws.
But it returns, still hungry and wanting, intenser this time. For with more blood there is healing, and the effect of the morphine wanes.]
[ It’s for food. It’s for food, and he shouldn’t make this weird, but-
There’s a pleased rumble in his throat, something like a purr, as Alucard’s tongue dips into his mouth. He’s still for awhile, until he can feel the taste of blood fading from his mouth. The bleeding is already stopped, and he pushes Alucard away. ]
Shit, give me a second, let me- [ And he pauses, looking at Alucard’s mouth. ] -do you think you can bite? That’d be easier.
[Alucard's foggy brain that's fixated on food barely detects the low, pleased vibration. All he focuses on is the flow of blood, and the moment when it stops.
And it does. Trevor knows it too. When Alucard is done, he's careful to settle back down, wiping his mouth with his hand. There's more color to him now, and the fog of the morphine has lifted somewhat.]
In a few hours, we can do that. I need less of the morphine so I can concentrate.
Careful- [ He begins, as Alucard lifts his hand. But he manages to wipe his mouth without hitting himself in the face or cutting himself on his own fangs. So that’s good. ]
Anything else you need, or am I just staying here a while?
[It's a request that borders on begging, even if Alucard knows he doesn't need to. He just wants to be in bed, being held, and enjoying the luxury of safety for the first time in his adult life.]
[Alucard doesn't speak again. He only closes his eyes, and lets sleep reclaim him.
He stays there for a few hours more, chest moving steadily. In dreams, he does little, the exhaustion and pain preventing any true engagement with his subconcious. All that can be said is he looks at peace for the first time in a very, very long time and that is a remarkable thing to achieve.
When Alucard wakes though, the morphine has worn off. It has combined with a deep hunger, and as such, the first thing he does is let out a short, sharp hiss of pain that reverberates off the ceiling.]
[ He leans forward to kiss Alucard's forehead and finally, finally, gets some sleep himself. It's perfect, if one can ignore all of the ways in which it isn't perfect. Warm and safe and loved. He stirs a little only when Sypha enters the room and wordlessly clambers into the bed on Alucard's other side and shit, this is how it should always be. Sypha's arms coiled around Alucard's waist, and Trevor's over both of them. He doesn't dream and he's glad for it, because nothing his mind could come up with could be better than this.
And then Alucard wakes.
He pulls Alucard closer, so close that when he speaks he's whispering into his shoulder. Sypha doesn't seem to have woken. ]
[To his credit, Alucard doesn't tense when he realizes he's surrounded by limbs. But that means he's trying to slither out of bed instead, find some place to be where he can thrash without disturbing the other two and --]
[ He lets go once it becomes clear that Alucard's trying to get out of the bed, getting out of the bed himself. Cuddles time over.
He has no idea if the castle's going to let him get to something he can use to draw blood now, so he stays at the side of the bed rather than looking for a clean needle. ]
[Alucard's confidence is clear on that much, at least, and he's careful as he sits up. His chest hurts, yes, but it is hardly something to keep him laying down for any real amount of time.
Once upright, he lets out a soft noise, confirming that he's fine.]
You're okay if I take directly from...?
[He doesn't know what'll be easiest or preferred. Hell, assuming Trevor's offering himself is just a leap in logic that Alucard's making.]
[ He perches on the side of the bed, hovering close to Alucard while he sits up in case he falls. When he doesn’t, his hands go to the fastenings of his tunic instead. He opens it half of the way down, to move the cloth out of the way of his neck. ]
I know- I know we weren’t going to try this until you were ready, but your paranoid castle isn’t letting me at anything with a point. You going to be okay?
[ It’s the smallest touch, but he leans into it with a contented hum. It’s easier than he expected it to be to force himself to relax, and he’s glad for that. ]
[Alucard doesn't hesitate. Waiting, prolonging it, that's crueler in his estimation. Trevor doesn't deserve that.
Alucard's mouth goes to the spot he picked out, tongue proceeding to lick over the spot. Once. Twice. And then his head changes angle, and his fangs sink in.
They're razor sharp, capable of so much carnage. All Alucard does with them is use them to make two tiny punctures in Trevor's shoulder. With that done, Alucard removes his fangs, focusing on getting the blood in his system now. His tongue ghosts over the two wounds, taking every bead of blood that rises up out of them.
His hands hold Trevor carefully, one on his hip, the other on the other side of his neck. Don't move. Don't move.]
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Love you.
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[ There is one thing that needed to be done, though, once Alucard was awake again. They fed him enough to keep him stable before, but-
-shit, the castle's rearranged. He's pretty sure he had a clean needle in this room, but there's a wall where the bedside table where he kept it used to be, stopping him from leaving the bed. ]
You need to feed, though. Ask the castle to let me get the equipment?
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Food.
Food! Food means faster recovery! Alucard tries to think, but he has a face full of Belmont. That's distracting, and Alucard wants to fuss about being distracted.
He stops though, trying to communicate and--]
Says it doesn't know where it is.
[The castle is lying, of course.]
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Shit.
[ Ugh, he's going to have to climb over Alucard to get out of the bed and then- he can't see the door. hopefully the room still has one. He kisses Alucard's forehead again. ]
I'll look for it. I'll be back soon, I promise.
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[He doesn't let go at first. Trevor has to extract himself, and when he is out of bed, Alucard tries to hug the nearest pillow as a replacement. It...doesn't work.
But the castle? The castle doesn't care. The door only goes back to the operating theatre, and there isn't even a corridor now. Just one room connected to the other, and no needles or syringes or anything within the room's many drawers.]
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...it makes a stupid kind of sense. Nothing that could be used to hurt Alucard. He should probably be grateful that he still has teeth.
Which are what he ends up using, as he climbs back into the bed. He bites the inside of his mouth, stroking Alucard’s face. ]
Let me know if it’s too much.
[ Too much contact, rather than too much blood. Because then he presses his lips against Alucard’s, letting blood trickle into his mouth. It’s not much, but he’ll figure out how to get more out of himself later. ]
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His hands react too. One goes to Trevor's hip to hold him in place, the other to Trevor's cheek. It's soft, but there's the low request of be still in the background. Blood means that certain instincts are awake, and oh, this is one of them.]
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He falls still once Alucard’s hands move against him. He doesn’t know how this goes. Even in his current state, it’s probably best to let Alucard control all of this as much as possible. ]
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Such as it is, it's just for contact. Alucard's tongue finds it's way to the source of the blood, and it stays there for a long moment, every second another chance for blood to gather and coat Alucard's tongue. Once it feels as if no more can be taken (and that air is required), his tongue withdraws.
But it returns, still hungry and wanting, intenser this time. For with more blood there is healing, and the effect of the morphine wanes.]
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There’s a pleased rumble in his throat, something like a purr, as Alucard’s tongue dips into his mouth. He’s still for awhile, until he can feel the taste of blood fading from his mouth. The bleeding is already stopped, and he pushes Alucard away. ]
Shit, give me a second, let me- [ And he pauses, looking at Alucard’s mouth. ] -do you think you can bite? That’d be easier.
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And it does. Trevor knows it too. When Alucard is done, he's careful to settle back down, wiping his mouth with his hand. There's more color to him now, and the fog of the morphine has lifted somewhat.]
In a few hours, we can do that. I need less of the morphine so I can concentrate.
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Anything else you need, or am I just staying here a while?
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[It's a request that borders on begging, even if Alucard knows he doesn't need to. He just wants to be in bed, being held, and enjoying the luxury of safety for the first time in his adult life.]
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[ He pulls Alucard close again, wrapping the blankets around them both. ]
For as long as you need.
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He stays there for a few hours more, chest moving steadily. In dreams, he does little, the exhaustion and pain preventing any true engagement with his subconcious. All that can be said is he looks at peace for the first time in a very, very long time and that is a remarkable thing to achieve.
When Alucard wakes though, the morphine has worn off. It has combined with a deep hunger, and as such, the first thing he does is let out a short, sharp hiss of pain that reverberates off the ceiling.]
Fuck!
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And then Alucard wakes.
He pulls Alucard closer, so close that when he speaks he's whispering into his shoulder. Sypha doesn't seem to have woken. ]
We're here. We're here. Tell me what you need.
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Food. [No.] Blood. Morphine's worn off I can--
[In theory, he should have better control.]
Blood. Then the painkiller. In that order.
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He has no idea if the castle's going to let him get to something he can use to draw blood now, so he stays at the side of the bed rather than looking for a clean needle. ]
Think you can sit up?
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[Alucard's confidence is clear on that much, at least, and he's careful as he sits up. His chest hurts, yes, but it is hardly something to keep him laying down for any real amount of time.
Once upright, he lets out a soft noise, confirming that he's fine.]
You're okay if I take directly from...?
[He doesn't know what'll be easiest or preferred. Hell, assuming Trevor's offering himself is just a leap in logic that Alucard's making.]
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[ He perches on the side of the bed, hovering close to Alucard while he sits up in case he falls. When he doesn’t, his hands go to the fastenings of his tunic instead. He opens it half of the way down, to move the cloth out of the way of his neck. ]
I know- I know we weren’t going to try this until you were ready, but your paranoid castle isn’t letting me at anything with a point. You going to be okay?
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[There are other places. So many that won't provoke what's probably a well trained Belmont instinct.]
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[ He’ll be fine. He’ll be fine. If he can’t get his head around this now, of all times, then he never deserved Alucard’s trust in the first place. ]
Would somewhere else would be easier for you-?
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[Alucard pauses, and he picks a spot on Trevor's shoulder. There's a little bit of muscle there, but no major veins.]
Here?
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Yeah. There is fine.
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[Alucard doesn't hesitate. Waiting, prolonging it, that's crueler in his estimation. Trevor doesn't deserve that.
Alucard's mouth goes to the spot he picked out, tongue proceeding to lick over the spot. Once. Twice. And then his head changes angle, and his fangs sink in.
They're razor sharp, capable of so much carnage. All Alucard does with them is use them to make two tiny punctures in Trevor's shoulder. With that done, Alucard removes his fangs, focusing on getting the blood in his system now. His tongue ghosts over the two wounds, taking every bead of blood that rises up out of them.
His hands hold Trevor carefully, one on his hip, the other on the other side of his neck. Don't move. Don't move.]
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