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Alucard’s cold fingers rushed over Trevor’s skin, quick and light, leaving a trail of goosebumps, nails barely touching the skin at all. Ever so careful, even now.
“I’m not made of fucking glass,” Trevor snarled, irritation bleeding into arousal.
“I thought you might prefer me not to draw blood.”
For the briefest instant, Trevor tensed, and Adrian regretted mentioning that - yet he knew it would have been exponentially worse to accidentally nick him. Theirs was a tentative truce, not a real peace: he’d seen how Trevor looked at him, the way he always placed himself in sight of an exit whenever they stepped inside, or how his hands were never too far from his weapons belt.
(It didn’t occur to him that this was just how Trevor had lived for years, danger always at his heels and no one to watch his back.)
And Trevor might have argued about being strong, but he was so breakable, so terribly human, in a way that made Adrian aware of the gulf between them. That almost made him long to be-
But no, that way madness lies.
Deep down, Adrian knew this for the short-lived flame it was. Tension-bursting sex and nothing more. He’d seen the way Trevor looked at Sypha. And they were humans. Far from being an example, his parentage was a stark reminder of the rarity of such loves, and just how badly it could end. Not that love had anything to do with what they were doing, of course.
“I don’t care,” Trevor lied breezily, his heartbeat speeding up imperceptibly (well, for anyone without Adrian’s senses), the hitch in his breathing easily masking his worry with lust.
“You trust me this much?” Alucard cursed himself for pursuing that instead of sucking Trevor’s brain off through his dick, or something else productive.
But like picking at a scab, he couldn’t leave it well alone (not that it happened to him, he healed too fast for that, but the expression seemed fitting).
Trevor pushed himself up on one elbow and smirked. “Your mouth’s already been on the family jewels, fangs and all. I can’t be too worried, now, can I?”
It was endearing, really.
“You have no sense of self-preservation,” Adrian huffed.
“I’m not afraid of you,” Trevor said with too much bravado and a pinch of what could almost pass for tenderness.
Alucard didn’t have an answer, so he just sucked a mark on Trevor’s chest, fangs carefully pointed away from the skin, while he worked open his trousers. Trevor was already half hard just from rolling around insulting each other. It was… gratifying, Adrian had to admit.
One of Trevor’s hands was gripping the back of his neck, the other one sneaking under his shirt to paw at whatever he could reach. No subtlety, no finesse.
(It didn’t occur to him that Trevor could have already figured out what he liked, and that he could be doing it on purpose.)
And, tragically, it worked. Trevor’s hands were strong, and oh so warm. His grasping touch made him feel desired and lit up small fires all across his normally cold skin.
“Come on…” Trevor grumbled, “Can’t figure out a goddamn belt, little vampire prince? What, you had someone dressing you?”
“You have too many belts,” Alucard hissed in frustration, undoing yet another buckle. The weapons’ belt flopped open, the weight making it fall too quickly, the consecrated whip dropping and grazing his skin.
Trevor, the bastard, only grinned. “Sorry I’m not going to kiss your boo boo,” he cocked his head, “Hey, can you turn people?”
“Is this the right time for this?!”
“It’s always time to study the dark forces tha-
“No, I can’t.”
“Good to know,” and, with that, Trevor went back to groping said dark forces. He got a hand inside of Alucard’s trousers and squeezed his ass. “Some day I’m going to bury my face in here eat you out until you can’t think straight. And then some more.”
Then, realising he’d made a promise that went beyond a quick roll in the hay on their way to almost certain death, he hastily moved to open Alucard’s trousers and shove a hand down the front, grabbing his dick too hard. But then he licked Alucard’s throat, nibbling at the sensitive skin behind his ear, almost delicately. And Alucard was glad for his too-slow heartbeat, or it would have grown so loud as to alert the hunter, and that simply wouldn’t do.
It took him a moment to get back to his plan of action, lost between the pleasure of Trevor’s hot mouth and his deliciously rough hands. A sword callous caught in the soft skin of his cock and Adrian nearly choked.
Cringing internally at the necessities of the road, Adrian spit on his hand and went to return the favour - but Trevor shivered and let out a filthy moan before he’d even touched him.
“If you’re going to make a joke-
“That was hot.”
Adrian blinked.
“Come on, get to it,” Trevor pulled on his hair just enough to let him feel it, and the subtle pain travelled all the way down his back, shocking him into action.
Their arms crossed awkwardly, but they quickly found a rhythm, as they’d done a few times before. Adrian’s fist was lose at first, adjusting and almost teasing, but Trevor kept bucking into him with little grunts of pleasure, spurring him on. He started moving more quickly, Trevor matching him immediately. Adrian pushed his hips forward, instinctively chasing his pleasure. He closed his eyes, shutting out one sense to better focus on all the others.
(To avoid having to look into Trevor’s face, seeing his unguarded expressions in the dark, the little light enough for his eyes to catch every detail, the permanent frown smoothing out, the strong jaw going slack and his sky blue eyes-
It was unfair, it was all. He could see Trevor, but Trevor couldn’t see him.)
Every point of contact burned, even where they still-clad legs crossed, Alucard could feel the steady thrum of warm blood, the quickening heartbeat as they kept moving. The smell of skin and yes, even old sweat, but even deeper, the notes that composed Trevor, that almost subconscious awareness of him that now followed him at all times, in battle and in rest.
A choked off moan warned him that Trevor was getting closer. And shit, trying to keep quiet Trevor had bit down his lip, re-opening a shallow cut. The tangy smell of blood caught him unprepared, hitting him all the harder for it. It smelled - well, just like blood, but also like wild animals and incense, and for a moment Alucard thought a touch from that blood would burn him like a holy relic. No matter, that was something they didn’t do. They hadn’t kissed, and they certainly weren’t going to start then. But, oh, the thought was almost too much, the idea of those soft lips and scratchy beard on his own smooth face sent a fresh wave of pleasure through Adrian. He quickened his pace, finishing off Trevor and following suit.
They cleaned up, barely, and then Trevor flopped down as if entirely boneless, one arm over his face.
“Rest, I’ll take first watch.”
“Mngh…” Trevor said with his usual eloquence.
“You’re welcome,” Alucard replied primly.
And if he fully intended to let the hunter sleep until morning, well, it was between him and the night.