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[Alucard takes the time to brush Trevor's hair back into place first. It looks terrible, and he knows it's just a sign of things to come. Hates that he knows it, because he's far too used to living with vampires.

Satisfied, he takes a handful of the salve and rubs it over the burns. It should, if he did it right, come with an immediate sense of cooling.]

For blood?

[He wants to be sure.]

[ He hums to confirm Alucard's inquiry and sighs a bit when he feels how cool the backs of his hands suddenly feel. That's... nice. Really, it is. ]

I don't want to feed. Just a lick.

[ He's too fucking tired to feed even if he wanted to. ]

Very well.

[Trevor's face next. Alucard's careful as he rubs more of the salve over the burns there.]

If you're worried about a frenzy, we can restrain you and have blood on hand. That isn't hard for either of us.

[ When the salve touches his cheeks he sighs, but in a way that shows how much he appreciates the coolness. It feels nice. As if his entire body is the same temperature again.

Alucard's words, however, get him to chuckle some. Soft as it is. ]

Have to be pretty damn strong restraints against full-blooded vampire strength.

[ A beat. ]

I'd suggest silver but that might just aggravate me more with the pain.

No silver. We'll have something metal, keep it padded, and then there's Sypha.

[Alucard knows it isn't comforting, but it is ruthlessly practical. He keeps rubbing at Trevor's face even after he's done applying the salve that needs to be there. Just touching.]

You'll want us there, of course.

[ The touching is... nice, if he has to admit it and, slowly, blue eyes come to flutter open and lazily stare to the blond there on the couch with him. ]

I'm sorry.

[ Words he allows to be soft. ]

That you have to see someone else you care about die.

[There's a very dark laugh in response. It's soft though.]

At least I get to sit vigil this time.

[ There might just be the faintest grin at those words before he carefully lets his fingers wrap around one of Alucard's hands, blue eyes lazily staring to him still. ]

Can I?

Let me wash my hands off. You'll just taste plant.

Mmmfine.

[ Lettings fingers slip away from the blond's hand, eyes fall shut as he just lets himself breath. ]

So fussy.

You'll thank me for it.

[Alucard gets up from the couch. It's only for a moment, and he really does wash his hands. Dries them, and then comes right back to settle where he was. Carefully, so carefully he brushes his left thumb over Trevor's lip.]

Do you want me to lie down?

If I were feeding properly from you, yes. But you're fine like this.

[ He just wants a bit of a lick after all. It's all he really has the strength for. ]

And when you're done?

[Do you want to cuddle, Belmont?]

Not really planning on straying too far from this couch.

[ But with gently sucking the blond's thumb between his lips, he lets the tip of a fang carefully drag over the pad of that thumb and pierces soft flesh, letting a drop of warm blood touch his tongue, the first he's ever had of Alucard... and it makes his eyes widen with surprise. ]

I'll lie down then.

[He just wants to enjoy the moments that Trevor has alive. With a beating heart Alucard can hear. For now though, he just sits upright, and--

--Trevor, he'd rather you have asked permission before doing that.

He flinches a little from the pain, but Trevor's eyes? That gets a concerned noise.]

Trevor?

[ It's only a drop but... Alucard's blood is so fucking different from the blood he's been drinking it's startling to him. His heart drums, his breathing picking up, and he swallows thickly as his gaze settles on the blond's face, blue eyes growing dark. ]

Fffffuck.

[ He manages to breathe the word out with eyes falling shut and through their bond, Alucard might feel a sudden rush of energy swallowing up the lethargy that had been consuming the vampire throughout the day. ]

You taste... so good. [ He breathes, heart still drumming from just a single drop, eyes fluttering open, a touch of colour to his cheeks. ] Adrian...

[Alucard does withdraw his thumb. Because they had discussed this, and agreed to wait. In the greater scheme of things though, it's nothing. It's impossible to miss the physiological reaction. More color.

That's vampirism. Alucard gets that much, he remembers how his father's pallor changed after feeding. But the change in energy, that doesn't fully account for everything.]

What just happened? In your system, what just shifted?

[ Trevor lays there and stares to Alucard with those blue eyes still dark, chest rising and falling quickly, that rosy pink gently dusting his cheeks still. Slowly, he smiles, his head lolling to the side. He feels... not the same way as when he drinks dragon blood. Dragon blood makes him feel loopy and high in a sense. But Alucard's...

It's only a drop but he feels the blond's magic gently running throughout him and he hums as he lays there, looking back to Alucard through hazy eyes. ]

I want to kiss you.

[That isn't an answer to Alucard's question. The dhampir's eyes remain on Trevor, quietly evaluating every reaction he's seeing. The return of color is normal. Heart rate? That could just be a natural part of being a vampire here.

He still doesn't know what's going on in Trevor's head.]

Tell me what's going on internally.

[ Trevor knows he needs to focus. Knows that Alucard is trying to determine what his blood is doing to him- a single drop of it for that matter. But it's just so... difficult.

He sits up. Abruptly. Not super fast as a vampire might ordinarily. But certainly much faster than he had been moving about earlier. That smile still on his lips, he looks Alucard over with those dark eyes of his before he lets his eyes fall shut in an attempt to try and focus. ]

Dragon blood... makes me feel... not like this. It's like I'm awake now. Like I see so much more colour around me. [ A slow blink of his eyes open, he smiles to Alucard. ] Like I can feel you inside me.

[ Does ANY of that make sense? ]

Maybe it's the bond... or maybe because you're a witch. But I feel... awake. Like all my senses are functioning again.

[Alucard understands much of the movement is probably due to any blood being in Trevor's system. Trying to make heads or tails of this is hard, and he hates that he's struggling to make a logical determination.

Not like this is enough. Alucard reaches for the blanket that's draped over the back of the couch, and he wraps it over Trevor's shoulders for nothing else to do. He doesn't know why. It just feels appropriate.

But he can only go on Trevor's words. That was what his mother said, that at the end of the day you have to rely on the patient to describe things and make the best call on that and additional examination.

He's trying so hard.]

It may be a combination of both.

[That would make sense.]

Do you feel any sense of magic? Or is it more a sense of person?

I... don't know.

[ And as the blanket is draped around his shoulder, he reaches out with a hand to gently rest it against the side of Alucard's neck, smiling as he lets his fingers caress against the blond's skin there. ]

It was like... a burst of energy all of a sudden. I don't... get that with dragon blood. I mean... I feel really fucking good when I drink dragon blood. But this is... [ pausing, he smiles with a tilt of his head ] ...kiss me.

[It's a struggle, balancing the scientific with the emotional. Really, Alucard hates it. He wants to keep asking questions, but there may be more merit in letting an experiment run it's course and--

Fuck.]

No fangs, no additional blood. Promise me.

[He leans in to kiss Trevor again.]

[ Alucard looks so colourful to him in this moment. As if he'd never before really realized how... attractive he is. So when the blond comes closer, when he asks that promise of him, Trevor can only grin against his lips before he catches them in a kiss and kiss him he does.

A soft moan pushes past his lips, Trevor bringing his hands up to cup Alucard's face and he deepens their kiss gently as he lets himself grow lost in it. Grow lost in the blood whose blood he can still taste on his tongue. His mind swirls and all he feels and tastes is Alucard between his fingers and on against his lips.

There's a part of his mind that gently beckons him to slip down to his neck and drink more of that sweet blood from the blond. To let its warmth slide down his throat and fill him with a pleasure he hasn't yet experienced. It's so difficult to ignore the desire to... but he does. For Alucard. Because he promised with a smile. ]

[He's still not the best at kissing, the dhampir. So very green, which means he very much lets Trevor lead. Opens his mouth slowly to swallow that moan, but doesn't want to go further.

Both of his hands end up leaning on Trevor's upper thigh, closer and closer so that the Belmont can lead the kiss wherever it ends up going. He ignores the taste of iron though, because it genuinely would give him pause if he truly had time to think about it.

He needs air though. Alucard squeezes Trevor's leg, trying to request just that.]

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