[ 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.
[ His own arm isn't incredibly steady, but it's enough to hold Alucard's wrist and keep his arm still enough to find the blood vessel. Despite himself, despite knowing that one little pinprick is nothing compared to what Carmilla's dealt to him, despite knowing that it'll likely do more harm than good- despite everything, that hand slides into Alucard's and squeezes tightly as the needle goes in.
It only takes a second and then it's done, and he carefully lowers Alucard's arm down. ]
[He barely registers the needle. There's too much pain elsewhere to focus on a tiny little pin prick, all Alucard knows is that when he can lower his arm, Trevor will let him know. Everything else is a kindness, including the way Trevor's hand squeezes around his own.
There. His arm's down, but that doesn't change Alucard's position.
[ He nods, setting about cleaning and dressing the bite. It's a quick job, even with one arm half numb, and he spends more time tilting his head at the candied orange pieces the castle seems to think are important to eat after losing blood. He's never seen an orange anywhere outside of the castle, but the castle's fond of making them show up in all kinds of places.
He gets the sense that Lisa liked them, and that the castle's working on old instincts. ]
Anything else you need? H[ e's not sure how well Alucard's going to manage solid food- god knows he couldn't for a long time after he got back - but he offers one of the pieces anyway. ]
[By the time Trevor finishes dressing the bite, Alucard's body has relaxed again. He's not curled up in on himself, and one hand reaches out for Trevor to try and have him return to the fold. The warm, warm fold.
The scent of the peel is--
--Oh.]
S'for your blood sugar. You should eat the whole thing.
My blood's plenty sugary. [ He says with a shrug, but after turning over the fruit once more (it's bizarre, that there's fruit that grows already chopped. probably castle magic) he does, finally, eat it. Eats it and then does return to the warmth of the bed.
This is probably going to be how things are until Alucard recovers, isn't it? Ah well. He can't say he minds. He puts one arm over both of them, hand stroking at the small of Sypha's back while the other is in Alucard's hair, combing through it with his fingers. ]
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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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It only takes a second and then it's done, and he carefully lowers Alucard's arm down. ]
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There. His arm's down, but that doesn't change Alucard's position.
His breath is heavy when he exhales.]
Takes a few minutes to work. Don't worry.
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He gets the sense that Lisa liked them, and that the castle's working on old instincts. ]
Anything else you need? H[ e's not sure how well Alucard's going to manage solid food- god knows he couldn't for a long time after he got back - but he offers one of the pieces anyway. ]
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The scent of the peel is--
--Oh.]
S'for your blood sugar. You should eat the whole thing.
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This is probably going to be how things are until Alucard recovers, isn't it? Ah well. He can't say he minds. He puts one arm over both of them, hand stroking at the small of Sypha's back while the other is in Alucard's hair, combing through it with his fingers. ]