[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.]
[ There’s a pinch, one that increases in intensity until he has to keep himself from reaching up to his shoulder. Then the skin breaks, and that’s relatively painless. Much more painless than using his own teeth or a scalpel would be, only a little less comfortable than using the needle.
But then, with the needle Alucard’s tongue wouldn’t be lapping at the cuts, cool and soft and soothing. Nobody would be holding on to him, anchoring him in place.
He doesn’t move. And though he can feel the ghost of terror rising in him, telling him that this is wrong, horrifying, that the hair falling onto his shoulder is straight and silver-
-he doesn’t move. He doesn’t move and it grows easier the longer it goes on. ]
[The part of Alucard that is nothing but wanting and hunger is certain that this can go on for so much longer. That he can take and take and take, and thus be healed with no need for any more morphine or laying around in bed. It struggles as the rest of the dhampir argues against it at every level, rears and stomps it down, down, down.
He picks his head up after what may be minutes, may be an hour. He's taken enough, cool tongue lingering for only a moment more. His lips part, leaving a kiss as an apology for the pain.]
[ There’s a nice, warm, heavy feeling in his limbs. The kind that’s probably at least partially the result of blood loss. That part, at least, he’s felt before. But it’s different like this. Less surgical. More- more intimate. He doesn’t want it to end.
(That’s another reason that it’s best that this started with Sypha giving rather than him. Oh, she’d throw everything away in a heartbeat to help. But she wouldn’t be stupid about it. She can set boundaries where Trevor can’t.) ]
You can take more, can’t you? You’ll recover sooner, if you take more.
[It's easy to insist on that. Alucard, even if he's exhausted and in pain, can see that he is floating away. Bloodloss, clearly. He's missed the intimacy of it. It'll be screamingly clear in hindsight.]
[ It's a little like being drunk, like a softer, warmer sort of drunk that makes other people's lives better instead of worse. And god, god, he should hate this after everything but he doesn't. He knows he's safe, safe to let his head be screwed up in a way that makes it a nice place to be, and that makes all the difference. ]
The- medicine. Right. Shit. The medicine.
[ But Alucard said 'please', and that returns him to himself abruptly. Reminds him that he can't let himself be fucked up right now, that it's not fair to Alucard. Even if none of this ever happens again, he has all the time in the world after this to try to find ways of getting back into that softer, warmer state. Right now, Alucard needs them both and he needs them aware and present. He pulls away, not even giving a last quick kiss before he does. ]
I'll- soon. Have it soon.
[ Please, castle, cooperate enough to let him get the medicine. ]
[The castle does, indeed, cooperate. The door out of the bedroom leads to one of the medical supply closests. It's all labeled, careful and neat and perfect. There's not only more of the morphine, but a small little box labeled bite kit that once opened, seems perfectly suited to treating any and all vampire related bites.
Alucard is curled up around himself when Trevor returns. He's making no noise, but the tenseness of his body suggests that he's trying to keep something inside. Sypha's arms are still around Alucard's waist, and that seems to be the anchor point for the vampire.
His eyes are clamped shut, and upon approach, he's a little sweaty.]
[ The dizziness has hit, by now, and if it wasn't for the clear labelling finding the painkiller would have been a whole process. As it is, it's just making his way back that's a little difficult.
(He's in pain. Shit, he's in pain, and all Trevor's been thinking about is how nice it feels to be kind of drunk.)
He sits next to Alucard, helping a hand out. There's a needle in the other. ]
[He offers his arm very slowly. It's taking concentrated effort to hold it aloft, although there is no other rushing from Alucard. He trusts Trevor to take care of him now. Especially, especiallyright now.
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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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But then, with the needle Alucard’s tongue wouldn’t be lapping at the cuts, cool and soft and soothing. Nobody would be holding on to him, anchoring him in place.
He doesn’t move. And though he can feel the ghost of terror rising in him, telling him that this is wrong, horrifying, that the hair falling onto his shoulder is straight and silver-
-he doesn’t move. He doesn’t move and it grows easier the longer it goes on. ]
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He picks his head up after what may be minutes, may be an hour. He's taken enough, cool tongue lingering for only a moment more. His lips part, leaving a kiss as an apology for the pain.]
That's all I will take.
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(That’s another reason that it’s best that this started with Sypha giving rather than him. Oh, she’d throw everything away in a heartbeat to help. But she wouldn’t be stupid about it. She can set boundaries where Trevor can’t.) ]
You can take more, can’t you? You’ll recover sooner, if you take more.
[ Please, take more. ]
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[It's easy to insist on that. Alucard, even if he's exhausted and in pain, can see that he is floating away. Bloodloss, clearly. He's missed the intimacy of it. It'll be screamingly clear in hindsight.]
Please.
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The- medicine. Right. Shit. The medicine.
[ But Alucard said 'please', and that returns him to himself abruptly. Reminds him that he can't let himself be fucked up right now, that it's not fair to Alucard. Even if none of this ever happens again, he has all the time in the world after this to try to find ways of getting back into that softer, warmer state. Right now, Alucard needs them both and he needs them aware and present. He pulls away, not even giving a last quick kiss before he does. ]
I'll- soon. Have it soon.
[ Please, castle, cooperate enough to let him get the medicine. ]
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[The castle does, indeed, cooperate. The door out of the bedroom leads to one of the medical supply closests. It's all labeled, careful and neat and perfect. There's not only more of the morphine, but a small little box labeled bite kit that once opened, seems perfectly suited to treating any and all vampire related bites.
Alucard is curled up around himself when Trevor returns. He's making no noise, but the tenseness of his body suggests that he's trying to keep something inside. Sypha's arms are still around Alucard's waist, and that seems to be the anchor point for the vampire.
His eyes are clamped shut, and upon approach, he's a little sweaty.]
Did it cooperate?
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[ The dizziness has hit, by now, and if it wasn't for the clear labelling finding the painkiller would have been a whole process. As it is, it's just making his way back that's a little difficult.
(He's in pain. Shit, he's in pain, and all Trevor's been thinking about is how nice it feels to be kind of drunk.)
He sits next to Alucard, helping a hand out. There's a needle in the other. ]
Arm?
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[He offers his arm very slowly. It's taking concentrated effort to hold it aloft, although there is no other rushing from Alucard. He trusts Trevor to take care of him now. Especially, especiallyright now.
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