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“You have got to be joking.” Trevor let his pregnant, infuriating, maddening friend laugh a moment longer, her deep chuckling the only sound over the crackling fire. Though construction and laughing children filled most of the daylight hours, began much too early for his tastes, the nights here were quiet as a tomb. It was because the townsfolk were so exhausted from the building. And that they hadn't gotten around to constructing the tavern yet.
They told him it was next, after they finished the homes. And the school. And this twice-damned infirmary Trevor was slaving away at, building for Sypha to whelp their child in and wipe snot from the faces of the villagers. Oh, and also put up with her while she rambled and casually mention that the Speakers had something to say about where he put his cock.
“Gods, Trevor, did you think I would have taken you walking out on your child if it weren't pre-ordained? I knew what we had wouldn’t last. I was ready.” Though her words were harsh, her eyes were fond, and he knew it for a jest, even if the words stung.
“He’ll be a Belmont. ‘M not walking away.” He muttered moodily. “You’re just impossible to deal with while you’re hatching him and I won’t be held responsible for filicide because you’re insufferable.”
“I love you too, Trevor.”
Fuck, it was nights like this he loved her, too. But they were incendiary together, both clawing for different lives, different lovers. Always in the same book, but never on the same page. And now, with her belly full of his son and a mischievous glint in her eye, she had the audacity to tell him she knew they’d never marry?
“If you haven't noticed by now, you’re grotesquely pregnant.”
“Yes, I seem to remember you putting your cock inside me, it generally happens that way, between man and woman.”
“Why would you let me fuck my bloody cock into you if you never meant for us to marry?”
“It’s not that I didn't mean for us not to, just that it wouldn't happen that way. It’s better this way. I get a child, the House of Belmont gets a scion, and you get-”
“Not another word.” Trevor growled, and was treated to another hearty laugh.
“He knows, you know.”
“What?” Trevor shot, eyes wide.
“Oh yes. He knows the actual prophecy. He just never told you.”
Trevor launched to his feet, unsure if he wanted to strangle Sypha or the dhampir more in that moment.
“Go ask him!”
“I will,” He snapped, irritated.
“It’s not like we kept this from you-”
“Oh, no, you just let me think that the prophecy meant we’d kill Dracula, save humanity, and then go on our merry way.”
“Is that what you'd prefer?” She asked him directly. “It’s a prophecy Trevor, not a bible verse. There’s time to walk away from all of this. You’ve done the world a great service, you deserve rest.
“What I deserve is to make my own choices.” He said testily, and left he light of the fire to stomp moodily toward the castle.
The doors groaned dramatically as he tested them, drawing the eyes of the villagers. They’d turned the antechamber into a sleeping spot of sorts while they constructed their homes, safe and dry from the rain. It meant he had a hundred eyes on him as he made his way down the long entrance to the stairs, half crushed by a giant monster during the fray. Remaking them was last on the list of priorities when the only person who used the second story could float . For some maddening reason, Trever blushed hotly under their stares, as if they could somehow see the inner turmoil inside him. It wasn't unheard of for him to visit his friend at all hours, he was nocturnal for fuck’s sake. This was nothing new, except to him.
He ascended the stairs using the intact railing and pushed his way into the chambers his friend used as a bedroom without even a knock. It would serve him right if he caught Alucard mid-romp with a villager, Greta perhaps. He’d seen the way she looked at the dhampir, it wouldn’t surprise him to find her there. But the bed was empty.
“You generally knock when you enter someone’s bedroom.” a soft, liting voice came from his left. Trevor turned quickly to find his friend, quite too much of him, in fact. He was wrapped in a towel, slung low over his hips, and seated at a vanity as he worked a comb through his damp hair. His back was to Trevor, glowing slightly in the gloom and displaying his slim figure, the way his waist turned in like a woman’s. In the mirror, he could see his chest, broad and marred by the deep scar left to him by his father.
Trevor only realized that he’d stared too long, hadn’t spoken for a beat too late, until he met Alucard’s amused eyes in the reflection.
“Can you even see yourself in that thing?” He asked as a deflection, and Alucard tucked a smirk into the corner of his mouth.
“Have you ever used one in your life?”
The teasing was familiar, them.
“Would you mind putting on some fucking pants?”
“Why, am I distracting you?”
Trevor growled noisily and stomped to the small couch at the end of the bed, shoving himself down with force. If Alucard wanted to answer his questions undressed, that was fine by him.
“Sypha told me that the prophecy was fake. Or that she didn’t tell me the truth.”
To his surprise, Alucard looked at him with concern. “Is this about Adrian?”
“Who?”
“The baby.”
“Fucking Christ, we’re not naming him Adrian .” Trevor snarled, but he couldn't help the amusement he felt in his chest. “No, this is about you, and whatever weird ideas you might have about sleeping with me.”
“You prefer Alucard?”
“We’re. Not. Naming. Him. After. You.” Trevor enunciated clearly, but the blonde man just smiled.
“Adrian Alucard Belmont, then.”
“What, are you fucking her too?”
“Ah, no, the prophecy did not mention that.” Finally, Alucard put down his brush and faced Trevor, looking all the world as comfortable as if he were fully dressed. “Look, it wasn’t that anyone was trying to hide it from you, it’s that the Speakers are family units and some of their prophecies are a bit graphic in nature, so sometimes they’ll dull them down a bit to carry along to the next generation, so to speak. The bones of it are the same. We, being you, Sypha, and myself, met and saved-”
“I’m aware of what happened after I got there, thanks.” Trevor cut him off. “I want to know the bit about the fucking.”
Alucard threw his head back and laughed, his throat highlighted by the candlelight. His chest heaved with the force of his mirth.
“You said it yourself when we met, I’d only been down in the catacombs for a little over a year, and the prophecy specifically said a thousand of something. It was just a miscommunication. I wasn’t going to sleep a thousand years before being discovered, I was going to sleep with a hunter, about a thousand times.”
Trevor swallowed hard, very much aware that even if the gloom hid the deep red blush crawling all the way from ear to ear, Alucard could hear how hard his heartbeat thudded in his chest.
“And you never thought to tell me?” Trevor asked indignantly, hating the way his voice cracked.
Alucard cackled just as hard as Sypha had, which didn’t help things at all.
“Belmont, it's a prophecy, not a bible verse. You’re more than welcome to ignore it.”
“Is that what you’ve been doing? Ignoring it?”
“We’ve been a bit busy, Belmont. It’s not like courting you was an option whilst also killing my own father. It was a bit of a mood killer, so to speak.”
Trevor looked at him sharply. “And now?”
“Now what?”
“Now that we’ve done what we set out to do, now are you going to…court me?”
Alucard studied him from across the room quizzically. “Do you want me to? I could lay down my wit and bring you flowers every day-”
“Stop.”
“And sing you to sleep-”
“God, please-”
“And walk you home every night, and ask Sypha for your hand-”
Trevor launched from his seat, intent on stopping the blonde from saying another word. I was only when they were face to face that he realized his mistake and let his hands drop from where they were going to touch the dhampir. It was one thing to manhandle his friend on the training grounds, quite another to put his hands on his bare skin by candlelight, especially discussing this.
“Or I could leave you alone. Alucard rose easily, and Trevor thanked the gods that his hip wrap stayed in place. They were nose to nose now, golden eyes inches from his own. “If you want me to, I can leave you alone. Stop teasing you.”
“Gods, have you been flirting with me? Is that what you think flirting looks like?” Trevor forced his voice to be steady, amused, and was rewarded with a curl of his friend’s lip.
“It’s practically pathetic. I’ll have to teach you how it's done properly.”
“I’ll die of old age before that happens.”
“Excuse me, which of us is about to be a father?”
In answer, moving too quickly for Trevor to react, to do anything other than stare dumbly, the dhampir flashed in a blur of movement, pressing his lips to Trevor's in a shock of cold and retreating before he could even blink.
“I’m looking forward to watching you try.” he called over his shoulder, leaving Trevor staring dumbly in the gloom.