Trevor 'The Bear Situation' Belmont (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
miraclewhip) wrote2018-11-29 03:16 am
miraclewhip) wrote2018-11-29 03:16 am
for cryptsleeper and adamic
[ It hadn't been long before the attacks had become nightly occurrences. There were close calls, a few too many of them, especially once they rejoined Sypha's caravan and were travelling with the very young and the elderly and those who simply could not fight. Before long, one thing became clear.
This was not coincidence, and something knew how to find them.
And so drastic measures had to be taken. The speakers had wards for this, magics that they had used since the start of their oral history, apparently to keep the eyes of god turned away from them. Whatever was being used to track their movements, it wouldn't be able to find them any more. Herbs were burned, spells were cast, and the attacks stopped. They traveled with the speakers for some time, until their path led them close to Belmont lands, and then they returned.
They returned to closed doors.
That in itself wasn't overly surprising. Keeping one's front doors open at all times was hardly the wisest of ideas. But they didn't open, no matter how Trevor shoved at them. No matter how much Sypha knocked nicely, like a normal person.
(there were tiny dents in the wood, dents that nobody would notice if they didn't know what to look for, where a knife handle had struck it years ago) ]
Let us in, you brooding vampire fuck.
[ And he takes his own knife, slamming the handle of it against the door. It worked once, right? ]
I swear to god, if you've decided to pull that 'grave' shit I'm going to get in here and wake you up with the fucking vampire killer.
This was not coincidence, and something knew how to find them.
And so drastic measures had to be taken. The speakers had wards for this, magics that they had used since the start of their oral history, apparently to keep the eyes of god turned away from them. Whatever was being used to track their movements, it wouldn't be able to find them any more. Herbs were burned, spells were cast, and the attacks stopped. They traveled with the speakers for some time, until their path led them close to Belmont lands, and then they returned.
They returned to closed doors.
That in itself wasn't overly surprising. Keeping one's front doors open at all times was hardly the wisest of ideas. But they didn't open, no matter how Trevor shoved at them. No matter how much Sypha knocked nicely, like a normal person.
(there were tiny dents in the wood, dents that nobody would notice if they didn't know what to look for, where a knife handle had struck it years ago) ]
Let us in, you brooding vampire fuck.
[ And he takes his own knife, slamming the handle of it against the door. It worked once, right? ]
I swear to god, if you've decided to pull that 'grave' shit I'm going to get in here and wake you up with the fucking vampire killer.
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(He had tried to protest this at the start, because he's the one who should be doing all the kissing, they saved him and there's gratitude to show for it in all the ways they didn't get to do before, but. Dry spells. And natural reactions. And how good it all felt to not just be smothered in affection but taken aback by it.)
Trevor's chest is where his face is right now (comfy, right amount of muscle and fat, always has been, always will be). His hands are lazily wrapped around Sypha's waist because that part was unencumbered by annoying robes (he had gotten rid of all his clothes. Unfair.) A pile like they always are after this, warm and contented and whole.
And there's just enough of him to be a jackass.]
Could've fooled me a moment ago.
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[ And just for a second, he digs his fingertips into Alucard's ribs. Not enough to tickle, not enough to be painful, just enough to be kind of a shit.
And then he's back to his task. Since Sypha is feeling work shy. He moves his mouth a little lower, as far as he can comfortably manage while Alucard's head is still resting against his chest. It finds his neck. Where that awful silver necklace was. They've already more than attended to it, between the two of them. But his choices are limited right now. ]
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Can vampires even be tickled? [she wonders aloud--aloud and slightly muffled by said vampire.]
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He'll get shit for elbowing Trevor too (not that it's possible to even accomplish right now), and all of this is on Alucard for bringing smart-assery into this situation. But he doesn't mind, it actually feels rather nice to fall into such a familiar pattern.]
You two make it very hard to pay attention at certain points in time.
[Sypha's arm's moved, and Alucard moves one of his hands just enough to rest one on her side. Rub soft little circles there, a smile on his face.]
Apparently I was very squirmy. Outgrew it, of course.
[There's also some effort to not just squirm as two very warm pairs of lips brush against a spot far too sensitive right now to handle any more attention. Not that it'll be refuse either, but...]
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[ Alucard can't see the big, shit-eating grin when he very-obviously-does-not-squirm. But Sypha can, and it's meant for her. Either she'll join in with bullying the vampire, or she'll kick him out of bed for bullying the vampire. It's always hard to tell which will happen.
He kisses again, no more forcefully than before, but this time makes sure that his stubble drags across Alucard's neck. ]
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[Sypha is emphasizing that by trailing her hand down Alucard's chest, with feathery touch--down his chest, down his belly. She shares Trevor's shit-eating grin.]
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There's a whine though, playful and willing to admit that he knows they're being asses, but also it's the best thing in this moment.]
You two are rude, you know that?
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[ The neck is about as far as he can reach with Alucard's head resting on his chest, and so there it remains, kisses still light. His hand trails down Alucard's side - heavier than Sypha's, but also slower, so that the two don't blur together and instead both demand focus at once.
They've all become fairly good at this 'teamwork' thing over the years. ]
So you hear that, Sypha? You're as rude as I am now.
[ And then one of the kisses becomes very much not light, because Trevor has a title of 'most rude' to regain now. ]
I’M SORRY
[Her voice is far, far too playful for that to be a serious protestation. Besides, both of them know when she is being serious, anyhow, and this place is almost never one where she is.]
But maybe... [She doesn’t say “now I am,” but only because she’s pressed her lips to Alucard’s chest, and is angling her head as she does so that he can feel the feathery brush of her short, mussed hair against his chest.]
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But then there's Trevor's lips on his neck, there's Sypha's lips on his chest, and every part of him is still much too sensitive to do anything else but squirm in absolute contentment.
The hands wrapped up in Sypha's robes tug just a little bit more (why are they still here?) and the part of Alucard's face that's mushed against Trevor's chest picks up just a little bit more. Because if everyone's going to be rude here, he's going to let his all too blissed out face distract too.]
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He is beautiful all of the time. Both of them are, whether they're covered in fire and blood or starlight and cold air or sweat and each other's limbs. He's had to get used to it, at least a little, else he'd be staring and distracted every minute of every day. But then Alucard decides to look like this and he knows that no, he is never going to fucking get used to this. ]
You're never going to convince either of us to behave, looking at us like that.
[ But damn if it isn't a convincing argument to stay.
He can't reach Alucard's neck quite as easily anymore, not with his head turned like this. But he can reach his lips, just about. He bites down on Alucard's lower lip (softly, because they were supposed to be being gentle) for just a second before releasing it and kissing it lightly instead. ]
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Then Sypha's doing something that he can't quite clock beyond it's very confusing, and he shifts just enough to look at the total twisted mess he's found himself in. And there's just a laugh, because there's an easy way to fix this problem. Probably with bonus squirming]
You could have just taken your robe off at the beginning.
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[ Is he going to help to untangle them? Of course not. In fact, he's going to make this more difficult by reaching over Alucard to put an arm around Sypha's waist and pulling them both in closer until there's barely any room at all to try to free themselves.
His very own captive vampire and magician. ]
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[(There were other reasons, too)]
[When Trevor adds his arm around her waist, she stills—but only because now she has to figure out how to trap his hands too. Hmm...]
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Speaking of unfair. That pressure from Sypha is going to be a problem in about ten more minutes.]
I admit, the hilarious comment might warrant retaliation.
[This has to be turned around somehow. That stillness in Sypha is the right way to go.]
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[ He says, with exactly the tone of someone who is not particularly concerned about retaliation. ]
Well- if I'm going to be in trouble no matter what, I may as well earn it.
[ By which he means it's time to dig fingers into Sypha's sides and tickle. ]
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[But before she can explain her master plan like a real villain, Trevor has started tickling her and she’s gasping with laughter.]
No—no fair! [Instead of trying to free herself, Sypha’s reflex when tickled is to wiggle even harder, her arms clamped around Trevor’s wrist and Alucard’s arms and hands so tightly they couldn’t pull away even if they tried. Not really a beneficial reflex, really...]
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Okay, he's super stuck. At least as far as upper bodies go. His legs, however, are free agents, so he tries to reach back and hook one leg around Trevor's in what's probably the worst attempt to get leverage known to man.]
Sypha's right, this is downright scandalous Belmont.
[Is that too much faux authority? Hell yeah it is. And is he nearly laughing as the words escape his mouth? Also yes.]
Let go, I bet I can free you from that grasp.
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[ ...as if this hasn't been two on one since the start. The only difference is that this time he's the 'one'. He lets Alucard's leg tangle around his and bring it forwards, trapped between his cool legs and Sypha's warm ones as he continues to tickle in the hopes of keeping himself from becoming further captured. ]
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[How is sort of in the air right now. But Alucard has his hands free, and with Sypha's squirming there's just a little big of wiggle room for him to turn around veeeeery carefully so his back is to Sypha instead. And now he can also grab Trevor's hands, and start to (carefully, no broken wrists allowed) break Trevor's tickle attack.]
Like so!
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Well shit. Foiled.
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[It's 200% time to both bully and maybe turn the tables on the Belmont.]
Feels like he's hardly worked up a sweat.
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[ He can't do much else with his hands without breaking the illusion of being pinned down, so he drags his fingers lightly against the inside of Sypha's thin wrists. ]
You could have asked, if you wanted me to put some effort into it.
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[Sypha is having a ball. After a brief shudder at how Trevor touches her (it’s strange, and she wonders if it always will be, how gentle he can be from time to time), she rolls over atop him, between them—precisely the right size (by which is meant: tiny) to tuck her head under Alucard’s chin while folding her arms across Trevor’s wide chest, to better give him a judgmental look.]
Do we want him to put some work into it, Alucard? [She grins lazily.]
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[Actually, Alucard's sure that getting the vampire into bed was the plan from the get go. He doesn't mind at all (he opposite of minds). But now, now there are options. There's a low, thoughtful noise as he puts one hand on Sypha's hip (he's not rude, there's no tickling), and the other proceeds to tangle up into Trevor's hair.]
So while I'd like to see that plan through to the end, I am also now much too curious about what qualifies as real effort in this particular case.
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Well shit, wasn't expecting you to call me on that. [ TREVOR THAT WAS THE OBVIOUS RESULT OF YOUR ACTIONS WHY WERE YOU NOT EXPECTING IT. With his hands now free, he brings them up to Alucard's hips, pulling him down against Sypha more closely. ] Now I have to figure something out.