Adrian was pleased, mostly. All in all the meet up had been successful. While it had taken everyone a little while to warm up to Soma and for Soma to loosen up in their company, in the end, they'd all agreed that the young man was doing his best to live a normal life with school and a relationship and hopes for the future, despite the burden he carried. In many ways he wasn't so different from Adrian himself. If they could accept the duality of a dhampir's nature, then accepting Soma's wasn't that much more of a stretch.

The quintet made a very brief stop at another home goods store - Adrian had never thought he'd have to worry about having enough soup spoons and hand towels, but now it was an actual issue - and an electronics shop to purchase a second laptop for the group to use, before heading home. The blond was beginning to tire but still had dinner to make, and Maria hadn't regained her usual upbeat attitude. Richter looked between the two, sighed, and figured it was up to him to drag them out of their slump. He ran up and slung his arms over both their shoulders. "How about this... Since Julius and Yoko are away and we have time on our hands - because certainly it won't take the four of us two weeks to pack your things - we can take shifts to keep an eye on Soma and Mina. That would help you breathe easier, right, Adrian?"

"Yes. That's... I'd appreciate that," Adrian said with a slight smile, the crease between his eyebrows already smoothing out.

"And Maria, if it turns out we can't have an owl in the apartment, I know you do well with doves too. Maybe since they're smaller that would be more permissible." Richter looked to Adrian to verify; the other man nodded.

"Or I'll see if an exception can be made. Money talks, so they say... in the modern world, it's very much the truth," Adrian mused.

"Thank you," Maria said softly, making an effort to pick herself up, both in response to Richter as well as Adrian. Her boyfriend carried himself with confidence and people treated him with respect accordingly; she wanted to be someone worthy of standing beside him. That meant she couldn't be sulking about something that was hardly a life or death issue. If she couldn't have an owl at home, maybe she could find a way to keep one elsewhere, as long as it wasn't at a shop for people to gawk and poke at.

Since no one was overly hungry come dinnertime, that made things easier for Adrian as he prepared a light meal of tofu and stir fried eggplant with a bit of pork. He smiled in satisfaction as his family dug into the food regardless. After dinner the ladies cleaned up while Adrian set up the laptop. He showed everyone the basics, then let them mess around with it while he drowsed a bit against Trevor's shoulder as they unwound for the evening. He didn't think he'd actually nodded off, but he also had to admit he didn't remember anyone braiding his hair. And yet he'd ended up with a mismatched pair of pigtails...

It was time for yet another bedroom change as Adrian moved back into his former bedroom for the next few nights. In a way it was a relief to do so, just for a little stability. He was happy to have everyone back, but the bedroom hopping was already getting old. Still, he understood why it had to be that way and he'd agreed to it. But he planned on making it a point to at least buy identical mattresses and sheets for the new apartment so he wouldn't have to readjust to those every night.

The shower wasn't built for two, never mind three, so they had to take turns. Sypha slipped in first, then Trevor, and finally Adrian. He took his time... on one hand he was still a bit tired, on the other, he wanted to do right by Sypha, so he made sure to wash up thoroughly and wrung out his hair best he could, wrapping it in a towel before returning to the bedroom.

His partners knew him too well. Trevor was sitting there in the burgundy robe - and probably nothing else - waiting for him with lacquer handled hairbrush in hand. Sypha had queued up the tiniest fireball to warm the air, opting to help him dry his hair the way they'd always done rather than break out a modern hair dryer. Adrian chuckled. Hopefully it wouldn't set off the smoke detectors.

He sat down on the bed between Trevor's bare thighs and let them spoil him with attention as they made small talk.

"Pretty good day, wouldn't you say?" Trevor asked as a controlled, light gust of warm wind began blowing by. He used his fingers for the initial comb-through, as it was easier to get any obvious tangles out that way.

Adrian hummed in agreement. "We got a lot done this weekend. I'm satisfied."

"I'm glad," Sypha responded, carefully adjusting the heat and flow of air as Trevor began brushing.

"So how do you find Tokyo thus far, Sypha?" Adrian inquired, his head tilting into each stroke.

"It's... impressive. Busy. Is this really how the whole world is now?"

"Yes and no. Tokyo happens to be one of the most technologically advanced and populous cities of this era. But even now, if you drive out a few hours, you'll see that life is much slower in the countryside."

"Like where the Elgos building is?" At the time, she'd been more worried about bringing Adrian home than anything. She tried to remember what, if anything, had been outside the car windows as they drove back. "It was late and very dark and hard to see. But I suppose that's the contrast right there, isn't it?"

Adrian would've nodded, but he didn't want to interrupt Trevor's brushing. He made another agreeable hum instead.

For a minute they all sat in companionable silence, the rhythmic strokes of the brush a pleasant accompaniment to the soft whistling of magic-fueled gusts.

"You really do need a trim," the hunter observed, snickering, as he pulled the towel from Adrian's shoulders and set it aside. Adrian's hair was still as fine and silky soft as ever, but it was so long it felt like he was getting tangled in it, like a bug in a spider's gossamer web. "It's honestly hard to manage sitting down like this!"

He did have a point; although Adrian preferred wearing his hair long, there was such a thing as too much. "I'll take that under advisement," the blond promised, thinking of when he could make time to get a haircut. "Maybe the next time Shinji's available he can take care of..."

"Who?"

"Yoko's brother. He's a hairdresser; he'll come and do it for free as long as he can take whatever he cuts off. Says the bit of magic in it makes for good protective amulets... it's about the only magic he dabbles in."

But Shinji lived in Nagano and only visited once a month, if that. Adrian supposed he could just have someone in the household do it - they'd all helped him cut it at one point or another, and he wasn't picky about it being perfectly even since the natural curl helped hide that. "Or one of you can take care of it. Maybe Maria; she was pretty good at it, though I'd need to get proper shears..."

"Surprised she could hold still long enough. She sure is excitable," Trevor couldn't resist commenting.

"I think of it as 'energetic.' And I needed that back when I first met her. I was so tired even though I'd slept for over two hundred and fifty years; I felt drained emotionally, mentally... She would stomp into my room and drag me out of bed even though all I wanted to do was bury myself in it for another ten or twenty years. Other times, she could sense that I simply didn't want to be alone - and she'd settle by my side, quiet and sweet as a dove." He sighed softly, a fond yet melancholy sound. "I wish you two could get along better."

Trevor's hands stilled. "I'm trying, I swear I am!"

"I know, and I understand that this is hard on everyone, but... I love her. I love you too. And Sypha, and Richter." Adrian sighed again, frustration mingling with the other tones. "I never meant for this to become a complicated situation, so I am sorry for that. And for leaving you in the lurch so to speak, as far as language and technology and such." He shrugged helplessly. "But I cannot simply undo what's been done, or how I feel."

Trevor inhaled harshly, but held himself back from making further snide remarks. Adrian... was right. Maybe Trevor wasn't happy about "sharing" but making his husband feel badly about having found a reason to live again hundreds of years after he and Sypha last walked the Earth, was a real dick move.

Sypha looked between the two men, then perched herself on the edge of the bed, her hand landing on Adrian's shoulder. He twisted away from Trevor to meet her gaze.

"I understand. I'm sure someday Trevor will too, right Treffy?" she said lightly.

The brunet could only nod, afraid that if he opened his mouth he'd step in it again. His hands slipped from Adrian's hair and wrapped themselves around his waist instead, squeezing lightly, as he leaned his weight into the center of his back. Sypha helped balance things out by sliding her own hand down to Adrian's elbow as she too pressed the side of her head against a pale shoulder.

The tension began seeping out of Adrian's muscles as their combined body heat began spreading across his skin, warming it closer to normal human temperature. He purred faintly, too soft to really hear, but his lovers could feel the slight vibration nonetheless.

"I'll do better," Trevor ended up mumbling, his forehead resting against Adrian's spine.

The blond pulled away slightly, twisting in place to lightly nuzzle the top of Trevor's head, having faith that the other man would do exactly that - and really, what more could he ask for? Last week Trevor was the one and only in his life; now he had three others, two of whom had to feel a little like intruders to Trevor. But despite that, the hunter had done his best to adjust and roll with the punches, just as he'd always done.

When Trevor glanced up, uncertainty in his eyes, Adrian leaned in and kissed him, a brief meeting of lips. "I know. I'm proud of how far you've come already."

Trevor's mouth quirked into a crooked smile. "Yeah? Well... shit. I better keep working on it, then. Wouldn't want to fall out of your good graces."

"Never," Adrian assured him, giving him another quick peck.

"Don't forget about me," said Sypha.

Adrian grinned. "Never," he repeated, looping his left arm around her waist to pull her closer so he could plant a lazy, lingering kiss on her mouth as well. Her plush rosebud lips were so much softer than Trevor's; her smooth cheek against his face was a pleasant contrast to Trevor's ever present scruff. The warm press of her body against his perfumed the air around him with her scent: crisp winter air laid over a whiff of smoke and floral sweetness. His expression softened. "I've - we've - missed you so much. What is the soldier without his hunter and his scholar?"

Sypha's head tilted slightly. "Sleeping beauty," she declared, lips twitching in amusement. "A prince awaiting his fated lovers to come and wake him."

Trevor snickered, right next to Adrian's ear. "That sounds about right."

The dhampir canted his head. A little romanticized, but not inaccurate. In a sense that was how he'd met Sypha and Trevor; in a more roundabout way, that was similar to how Maria and Richter had come into his life as well. As long as the Belmonts needed him, the concept of eternal rest was just an illusion.

Sypha leaned back into him. She took in a breath, then dropped her hand over his as she recited in a hushed voice, "I, Sypha Belnades Belmont, take you, Adrian Farenheit Tepes, as my husband. Through peace and through strife, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, I swear to love you and honor you for all the days of my life."

Adrian's smile wobbled. "I... you..." he began, before swallowing the rest of what he would've said. Of course she'd committed their vows to memory, just as Trevor had. Why would he even think to question that?

Sypha must've read his mind regardless, because she chided, "Of course I remembered, you silly man. How could I not?"

He chuckled, feeling all warm and gooey inside. How easy it was to fall in love with her all over again! He slipped his hand free from Sypha's a moment, pulling his arm back so he could properly take hold of her left hand, brushing his lips over her matching band before he repeated his vows back to her. They sealed it with another drawn out kiss as Trevor bore witness with approval.

"Good, now that that's all settled, let's fuck," the hunter said cheerfully, clapping his hands on Adrian's shoulders.

Adrian rolled his eyes while Sypha whacked the other man on the arm. Trevor's idea of seduction was buying you a mug of ale and showing you his dick; Adrian's was a glass of wine in front of a fireplace as he sketched your portrait. The former was appropriate at times, but only romance and sweetness would do at the moment. "You...! Are you trying to ruin the mood or what?" the redhead snapped

Undeterred, Trevor shrugged and began untying his robe. It turned out he did have underwear on, though the micro boxer briefs did nothing to hide the fact that he was as aroused as he claimed.

Despite having just scolded him, Sypha shrugged and after exchanging looks with her other husband she began pulling off her long sleeved white T-shirt, baring herself to appreciative eyes.

"May I?" Adrian asked, his hands drifting down to the waistband of her thermal pajama pants. They were medium blue, nearly the color of her eyes or of Speakers' robes, and speckled with little white snowflakes. It made him think of gazing up at the sky on a mild winter's day.

"Only if I can as well," Sypha volleyed, her voice taking on a lightly flirty tone. She already knew what the answer would be, but it was only proper to return the courtesy.

Adrian hummed his approval, though once they were all naked he hesitated, suddenly aware of something he hadn't really thought about before. He lifted a hand and gently traced his fingers over the puckered edges of the cauterized furrows on Sypha's right shoulder. "You have scars," he marveled, confused. Maybe it was because he'd been so used to thinking of them as part of her, but she must've had them all this time... why was he only noticing it now?

That same hand dropped down to her waist, to the stretch marks and the neat vertical scar left behind by the Caesarian he and his mother had performed. He lightly thumbed over the thin line, as if needing to confirm with touch what his eyes were seeing.

He glanced at Trevor. He was certain of it already, but both of the hunter's arms lacked any evidence of his fight with Death; even the smaller marks from his fight with Dracula were absent. And now that he thought about it, Sypha looked a little older than when they'd first met, closer to twenty-five or twenty-six perhaps, which lined up with when she had Mary. But why was she older when Trevor looked just as he had when they'd first met?

"Did I do this?" Adrian pondered aloud, pulling back into himself slightly.

Sypha looked down, misunderstanding. "You don't remember?"

"No, I mean... Why don't you look as you did when we first met?"

She gave a small shrug. "I don't know? It doesn't bother me, though... does it bother you?"

"Not at all. I just feel like... I did something wrong. That I remembered wrong, somehow." But even as he said that, he realized neither Maria nor Richter matched his initial memories of them; they were both at least a year older, maybe more. And saying that he'd "remembered wrong" implied there was something wrong with this memory of Sypha, when surely, this was when he'd found her to be at her loveliest... Is that it? It wasn't my first impression that was the strongest, but the memory of how happy I was to have her as a wife and mother of our children...

"Wouldn't it make sense though, that your best or strongest memory of us would be what stuck?" Trevor said thoughtfully, inadvertently lending weight to Adrian's theory. Then he paused. "Does that mean you had a thing for me right from the beginning?"

Adrian's head tilted slightly. Maybe? Though... that would've purely been lust, base sexual desire flaring up from his first encounter with a human man who was his "type." And nothing said that this was Trevor exactly as he remembered from that moment anyhow. It could also be the Belmont hunter he'd been forced to acknowledge in the days that followed, the one who proved his prowess, competent despite the barbed insults and crude words he'd slung around as easily as his whip. But intelligent, thoughtful, fiery Sypha was the one he'd chosen to hopelessly pursue instead...

"Well he did have you pinned under him while straddling your thigh..." Sypha giggled. But upon seeing Adrian's still rather serious expression, she sighed and explained, "These scars are my history; my body tells the story as much as our oral tradition would. I've never been ashamed of them; I would not change or erase them even if I could."

The dhampir slowly nodded, letting that sink in. What she said made sense... why had he thought of it as a mistake? Maybe because Trevor's scars had been debilitating, and his own had been a reminder of something far more painful.

"I always thought you were at your most beautiful as a mother," the blond confessed in a near whisper, as he reached out for her once again. He stroked his hands down her side almost reverently, letting his fingers splay over the top of her buttocks.

Sypha simply smiled as she too let her hands wander, her head tilting forward to rest against his collarbone. She'd been boyishly thin even as a young adult; three children later and her breasts held more weight, her hips had width, and Adrian had not been shy about his attraction to her enhanced curves, scribbling study after study of her.

"I wanted you however I could have you," said Trevor, joining in as the necessary third leg of their triangle, each of his arms seeking out one of his lovers as they returned the gesture. One hand snuck under Adrian's hair while the other traveled horizontally across Sypha's waist, allowing thick fingers to play over the curves of their spines. "You were both more than I thought I could ever have. Thin, curvy, scarred or not... you were both too good for me."

"Never," said Sypha with conviction. She lightly kissed Trevor, then brushed her lips just under Adrian's jaw line.

Adrian squeezed them both, dropping his chin slightly so he could swing his head from one side to another, breathing them in. He pressed kisses to the crown of Sypha's head, then nuzzled Trevor. "I felt the same."

The Speaker sighed, knowing that even at this point there was nothing she could do to completely wipe away old fears. But that didn't mean she couldn't provide a distraction. With easy access to both of them, her nimble little fingers caught and pinched each man on the butt.

Adrian let out an aborted yip; Trevor jerked but managed to keep his lips pressed together tightly enough to prevent any noise from escaping.

"No more of that," she scolded. "Unless you really just want to spend the evening commiserating."

"No ma'am," Trevor quickly replied. He glanced at Adrian, then slid a look over at Sypha, checking if she was on the same page as he. Apparently she was, because both of them turned at the same time towards Adrian and lightly pushed him over onto the mattress.

Golden eyes sought out Sypha's sparkling blue ones. However she wanted him, he was fine with it.

She gave Adrian a tiny nudge and he shifted backwards until he was comfortably resting in the center of the bed. "Is this all right?" she asked with deliberate lightness as she perched herself next to him, leaning down slightly.

He'd long since gotten over his fear of being restrained and the bitterness of betrayal; nevertheless he appreciated the fact that she - and Trevor - still asked for consent. He gave her a small nod and she smiled, straightening up to sling her leg over his shoulders so that she was kneeling, open to his gaze and hovering over his face, the aroma and heat of her arousal irresistibly strong to his superhuman senses. Adrian couldn't help but stare at the nectar softly glistening between her petals, at the heaviness of her breasts as they rose and fell slowly with each breath.

He curled his arms up to stroke over her thighs. "May I?" he asked, returning the courtesy.

"Mm."

There was no mistaking what she wanted as she lowered herself closer to him, guided by his hands. Adrian gently kissed along the offered folds; his tongue followed, tracing its way along familiar paths, prodding carefully at the prized pearl in the center.

"Haaa..." Sypha breathed out, squirming slightly at the way pleasure undulated through her body with each flick of his tongue.

Of course Trevor had never been one to sit aside and watch. His desire hung like a heavy fog in the air, thick and sticky like humidity. With Sypha occupied, he turned his attention instead to the pliant figure beneath her, all pale skin and lean muscle. He ran his tongue over his lips; his fingers touched down on a thigh and began stroking little circles into it, marveling as always at just how flawless and smooth his husband's skin was.

His hand slid up towards the juncture, stopping just short of touching the ivory cock that bobbed gently as Adrian continued pulling gasps from his wife. Trevor tapped a finger a few times to get his attention, at least enough of it to ask the obvious: Mind if I join in?

Adrian managed to grunt permission even as his tongue continued working between the redhead's legs.

Sypha turned to look behind her and saw the hunger on Trevor's face. "Can't just sit back and watch, huh?" she asked breathily, even as she fought against the urge to just clamp down on the sides of Adrian's head. She had to be satisfied with rocking very lightly against him as she cupped her breasts instead.

Trevor chuckled at her. "Nope!" And with that, he wrapped his fingers around Adrian's shaft, grinning at the way the man's thigh muscles jumped before his legs relaxed again. They even parted slightly, welcoming the hunter to explore further down if that was what he wanted.

Encouraged, Trevor bent down and took the remaining length into his mouth in one go, sucking in his cheeks as he pulled back up. He swirled his tongue over the head as it blushed in approval, then down he went again. Since the blond had been so kind to give him access to other areas, Trevor gently took hold of Adrian's balls with his other hand, very carefully hefting them for a minute... and then he pulled back, generously wet a finger, and began probing around further down.

"Don't... overdo it," Sypha warned Trevor as Adrian moaned into her groin. Even in the throes of passion she was concerned, as Trevor did like to push Adrian's buttons...

"Ehf," Trevor responded with his mouth full, his finger already sliding in and out of Adrian's ass.

"Maybe I want... to use it later," she added.

The brunet had to pull off to properly answer, though his one hand continued pumping in short strokes while the digits of the other curled inside a snug passageway. "What, he can get it up again." He winked at her and lapped at the swelling glans hungrily before wrapping his lips back around the throbbing girth. The addition of a second finger to open up the other man a bit more earned Trevor another deep, rumbling moan.

A deep sigh that was half groan, half exasperation, escaped Sypha's mouth. "Trevor." As much as she loved him, he did have a penchant for trying to wear Adrian out, with no consideration for the fact that the dhampir had work the next morning!

She looked down. Adrian's eyes were hazy, gazing up at her with adoration and desire. There was no doubt he was happy to be of service to her - and happy to be serviced in turn - but she worried that this was too much for him. "Are you... all right?" she asked quietly, reaching down to brush her fingers through the shorter curls framing his face.

He hummed, pleased that she was thinking of him, that he was making her feel good, the vibration carrying through his lips and into Sypha's as well. Her head rolled to the side slightly as she gasped; it was unfair how good he was with his tongue, or more precisely, how good he was at reading her reactions and adjusting to best please her. His tongue slipped through her folds as if they were made of silk to nudge repeatedly at her clit, sending gentle waves rippling throughout her body, unfaltering as a heartbeat, heating her to her core. Words of praise slipped out of her mouth as she wriggled on top of him. Trevor was fun because he was eager and wild and unpredictable, like storm driven winds and lightning, but Adrian's quiet earnestness and focus was perfect when she wanted to be softly guided to completion, like a warm and gentle flame at dusk.

The stoked heat built up and curled through her. It wasn't unlike the rush she felt when using magic - especially fire magic - though this was far more intense and uneven as it collected and congealed lower in her body. She shook; the blond collected those quivers as payment as he continued to steer her towards the goal.

So steady was he that he managed to maintain his pace, laving her thoroughly as she began falling apart, even as his own breathing grew uneven, his thighs shaking and his toes curling as Trevor wrenched an orgasm loose, sucking Adrian dry as the brunet's fingers continued working furiously inside.

By the time the tingling subsided and Sypha had opportunity to catch her breath, she realized she was almost smothering the pale form beneath her; Adrian could hold her up just fine but it wasn't her intention to make him do so. She quickly climbed off and placed her fingertips on the side of his face, turning his gaze in her direction. He too was panting lightly; his pupils were enlarged, big black disks floating in honeyed pools. She leaned down and kissed him, unbothered by the fact that his face was damp with proof of her satisfaction. His mouth was a bit sluggish in responding, but a little fatigue meant he'd done his best to put on a good performance. Or maybe it was because Trevor was only just now easing off on him, and Adrian had never done well with being overwhelmed.

"Doing all right?" she asked softly.

The blond answered with a question of his own. "Was it... okay? It's... been a while," he said almost apologetically.

She kissed him again. "It was wonderful. You are wonderful."

"More importantly, are you okay?" Trevor's voice cut in, and Sypha looked up to see the hunter's gaze fixed on their husband as he casually licked the last droplets of cum off one hand, then wiped both hands off on the previously discarded towel. His own neglected unit was erect and engorged, and Sypha wondered if she ought to just suck him off so he wouldn't pester Adrian unduly.

"I believe I will recover," Adrian said, sounding tired but also a bit cheeky.

"Sooner rather than later?" Trevor asked, pointedly staring at his companion's limp membern.

Sypha just shook her head at Trevor. "Honestly... if you need it that much," and her eyes dropped down to his manhood as it nodded eagerly in confirmation, "I can take care of you, Treffy."

His eyebrows twitched almost comically. "... I certainly wouldn't refuse! I guess Adrian's the one watching, then?"

Sypha dropped down to an almost feline-like crawl, as Trevor unconsciously squared up and spread his legs slightly for stability and better access. "I wouldn't mind if he joined in," she purred over her shoulder, before turning back to the brunet as she nuzzled her way down the side of his shaft before trailing the tip of her tongue back up. She licked her lips, then opened up and engulfed as much of Trevor's hard on as she could as his head bent forward with a harsh exhale.

From his prone position, all Adrian could see were Sypha's soft, parted thighs and the copper curl framed valley he'd just buried himself in, and Trevor's thickly corded, dark-haired torso standing tall like a mountain, tensing and easing as he sucked in deep breaths. The little mewls and grunts of pleasure... the smell of sex heavy in the air... the sight of sweat beading up minutely on Trevor's throat and shoulders like honeydew; Sypha was already gleaming with a healthy luster from earlier... Teeth gritted above a stubbled jaw; blood vessels throbbed and fattened, and Adrian felt his fangs automatically start to extend at the sight. He swallowed, forcing them to recede. Willing down his rising arousal wasn't so simple... or necessary.

Maybe I want to use it later, the Speaker had stated. I wouldn't mind if he joined in...

The dhampir pushed himself back up. "Sypha..." he murmured, his tone making it a request rather than a statement.

His wife made a muffled sound as she continued working on Trevor, but she lifted her hips higher and even wiggled them a little, encouraging him to fulfill her earlier wish.

Adrian carefully placed his hands just before her hipbones. "Thank you," he said, his fingertips pressing little ovals into her skin as he looked down, considering his approach. She was obviously still wet from before but he wasn't the type to just put it in, so he shifted his weight forward and let the head of his erection glide up and down through her folds.

She sighed, enjoying the promise of more, but tried not to rock back so Adrian could take things at a pace he was comfortable with. It was more fun to take out her mild frustration on Trevor instead, twisting her grip around the base of his shaft as her head bobbed rhythmically.

Trevor's breathing hitched; his hand landed on the back of her head as he struggled to maintain both balance and composure. His fingers kept trying to clench up before he was able to relax them. He wasn't going to last long... he'd gotten damn worked up sucking off Adrian, but given that this night was Sypha's reunion with their spouse, he'd managed to refrain from pressing for more with Adrian, even though he'd had him stretched out pretty good...

A moan slipped out of Trevor's mouth. The very thought of Adrian's hole all opened up for him was like a bolt of lightning through his belly, nearly toppling him over the edge. Looking down at Sypha in hopes of distraction didn't help at all, and he had no idea why he'd thought it would. She was making needy little noises while her rosy lips consumed him; her back was arched and her ass up, shaped like a perfectly ripe peach. And to make things "worse," Adrian was slowly rubbing himself against her like he couldn't remember where to put it in, the very tip of his cock popping up between Sypha's cheeks like a curious worm, only to disappear back down like it was shy.

It was such a ridiculously stupid thought that Trevor suddenly snorted a laugh; Sypha made a displeased sound and even Adrian came out of his mesmerized haze long enough to glare at him like he'd lost his mind. But Trevor just shrugged one shoulder, figuring it at least had kept him from simply exploding in his wife's mouth, so maybe it wasn't a bad thing?

Adrian had felt the twitch of annoyance from Sypha - or perhaps it was impatience that he was dragging things out, when she was more than ready. And so was he. He stroked his hands over her rear as he repositioned himself, then finally parted her lobes and pressed in, sliding in very slowly so he could get reaquainted with the heat and velvet surrounding him, an embrace he'd never forgotten and thought he'd never have again.

He sucked in a breath, trying to steady himself against the sudden surge of... homesickness? Nostalgia?

He suddenly remembered the first time he'd given himself to Sypha, in the spare room of Greta's little house in Danesti... and his first experience with Trevor as well, while the man was still recovering after his battle with Death, both arms out of commission. With Sypha it had been a natural extension of their closeness and affection, as they tried to comfort one another through their shared grief. Her gentleness and understanding had loosened Adrian's hesitation enough to allow him to accept what she'd been was offering him.

With Trevor it had been preplanned, with Sypha's help. Adrian had desperately needed to assuage the guilt he felt for not giving Trevor what he wanted sooner. Maybe he'd rushed things a little but it wasn't like the hunter had had any complaints about it when Adrian did one hundred percent of the work - all Trevor had to do was lie back and enjoy. And it wasn't like he didn't get a chance to turn the tables on Adrian, as the dhampir had promised to let him do anything he wanted once he'd recovered...

Maybe it was his dual nature: half vampire, half human, that made Adrian attracted to the obvious differences between traits traditionally associated with femininity and masculinity. He was weak against the softer charms of a woman: their padded curves and pink lips, their sweet fragrance and the musical lilt of their voices. He loved the way their smaller frames and supple skin felt under his hands, their delicate fingers as they caressed him in turn, how they were all silk and velvet inside and out, how their love made him think of home. He wanted to curl up around them like a dog before a hearth on a chilly day, and just soak in their adoration and warmth.

But he also loved men: their hard cords of muscle, the coarseness of body hair and chin stubble, their deep voices, regardless if they were raised in boisterous celebration or low in a rumbling growl, honest in their desire. Wrestling around with Trevor that fateful day under Gresit had forced Adrian to acknowledge his attraction towards men; ignoring it and attempting to will it away for years had done absolutely nothing to weaken his natural inclination. Their hands were bigger, their arms and legs thicker and stronger... he couldn't resist the thought of being manhandled in the throes of passion, even if ultimately it was all make-believe for a being like him.

Sumi and Taka's betrayal had nearly ruined all that for him, but Sypha and Trevor had managed to pull him out of the miserable downward spiral he'd been trapped in. Trevor had lent him an understanding ear and a strong chest to huddle against, giving his heart shelter, while Sypha's support steadily eased him into reciprocating the trust and love that bloomed between them.

Adrian was barely aware that tears had welled up until one dripped off his nose and onto Sypha's skin. He blinked, confused, then frowned when he realized what it was.

"That good, huh?" Trevor grunted. He almost sounded condescending in his gruffness except it was obvious he didn't mean it that way; his eyes were full of concern. He'd long since understood that despite Alucard's cold, aloof façade, Adrian was a very emotional man.

What he was doing was offering an easy out. The blond lunged for it, gathering his scattered thoughts - which was difficult given that he was buried in Sypha, who, to her credit, was continuing to be patient and understanding by not clenching down on him. In fact, she'd relaxed her stance and pulled off of Trevor and was now looking back at him as well, eyes wide with worry, waiting to see if she needed to intervene.

"It's heaven," Adrian agreed. Then a soft huff, and more unfiltered honesty. "It's been a long time," he admitted quietly. "A very long time, yet I've never forgotten..."

"We know. We're here now, because you've always kept us in your heart," Sypha replied.

"You gave us your vow, after all," Trevor murmured.

Adrian nodded, then suddenly chuckled briefly, ducking his head as he said, "I couldn't have 'had a moment' at a worse possible time, could I?" It was hard enough to think with Sypha's mild tang still coating his tongue and Trevor's musk dominating the air. He couldn't imagine trying to converse if Trevor's mouth was still swallowing him down, or if he still had his own working between Sypha's thighs. Actually if he even moved a muscle now he'd probably forget how to form words...

"Sure you could. If you'd begun talking a minute later, maybe I would've missed part of it, ya know..." Trevor drawled, gesturing at the general vicinity of his crotch.

Sypha was torn between smacking the brunet and just ending him. The latter sounded more wickedly fun, actually, so seeing that Adrian had gotten himself back together, she decided to just go for it.

"God. Fuck," Trevor groaned as she took him back into her mouth and began sucking and pumping with renewed vigor.

Adrian snorted, but maybe his spouses had the right idea. They'd always been a part of him; even after they'd passed, his memory and love for them had endured... that was what made a moment like this possible.

With a slight shake of his head, he looked back down and reminded himself that he still had a job to do. Thankfully he hadn't wilted too much; his mind might've wandered, but his body remained interested in the warm sheath it was buried in. Swallowing a bemused sigh, he started up with a gentle rocking motion, easing back into an unhurried rhythm that they could both enjoy.

Sypha murmured her approval around Trevor's prick, sending a pleasant shiver radiating through his body. The hunter leaned back slightly, his abdominals stretching and flexing, giving Adrian a nice view of his body. In contrast Sypha's softer, slimmer body swung between them, her head bobbing away, her spine undulating slowly in time with her movements, her lightly freckled skin pale in comparison to Trevor's.

Adrian picked up the pace a bit, savoring the increased push and pull of friction, the way it mingled with the sounds of pleasure issuing from his companions. It felt like Sypha had gotten hotter, that she was warming his flesh up as well. His head fell back and he hissed.

"... Mmh, yeah," Trevor randomly uttered, though it was unclear if that was because he was getting close or because he was turned on by the fangs and the hissing - or all of the above.

Adrian's eyes flickered open again. Trevor was staring at him, tongue tip sticking out of the corner of his mouth as his gaze blatantly raked up and down his husband's body. Just as Adrian had been admiring him, he was doing the same in return.

Their eyes met. The dhampir shuddered, his smooth movements stuttering out of sync. Between the tight, wet haven down below and the intensity of Trevor's gaze and the loud, swift pounding of his partners' heartbeats, his brain was short-circuiting.

At least he wasn't the only one. Trevor suddenly gasped; his jaw tightened as did his hand fisting atop Sypha's red curls, though he was quick to let go before he accidentally began pulling on it. His lower half jerked unevenly as staccato grunts popped from his throat. "So good; you're so good," he hoarsely whispered as his face went from taut to slack with relief, eyes sliding nearly shut as Sypha eased the last few drops out of him.

He took two seconds to catch his breath, then gently cupped her chin and tilted her face up to look at him. "Absolutely perfect," Trevor complimented, bending to lock lips with her, then thumbing off a bit of the moisture from the corner of her mouth before kissing her again. He didn't mind the taste of a man's essence but he preferred Adrian's over his own.

Sypha lifted her upper body to match Trevor's direction. Adrian panted as he continued to thrust, relishing the change in angle and pressure, enticed by the sight before him. A soft whine mixed in with an exhale. He wanted to be kissing them both as well.

Spurred on by Adrian's obvious bewitchment, Sypha squeezed down on him in short waves as she alternated between clamping down and rocking back against him. Adrian's shaky breaths and tightening fingers on her hips told her he was close; she wanted it to be as satisfying for him as it was for her.

Trevor hummed thoughtfully then slid over so he could easily grab Adrian's jaw, turning his head and meeting his mouth with his own; hungry moans escaped them both as Trevor's lips engulfed the dhampir's.

Adrian's nostrils flared. Both Sypha and Trevor's musk were right under his nose. But what ended him was the tip of Trevor's tongue tracing its way up the front of a fang heedless of the danger it posed, while a large hand began groping at the rounded flesh of his backside, fingertips wedging between the two halves. Adrian's mind went blank; everything in his belly tightened up, like a rubber band straining against its load, only to finally snap spectacularly.

His hips jerked on their own as he emptied himself in short spurts, the hot channel encasing him a perfect partner to meet the needs of his throbbing rod, until the built up pressure eased off into a tolerable, milder pulsing.

Sypha felt the drape of silken hair across her back, then a forehead pressed against the base of her neck; heavy breaths puffed between her shoulder blades. A few moments later Adrian's chest slumped against her back; his hands traced their way up her torso and down the underside of her arms, until he was effectively cocooning her. He had enough weight resting on his own limbs to prevent her from feeling crushed; his body was already cooling back down to its natural temperature, keeping her comfortable despite the heat and sweat they'd worked up.

Finally he tiredly huffed out a breath, planted a kiss near her spine, and straightened up, his spent length pulling out at the same time.

"You can't be that tired already..." Trevor remarked as Adrian visibly wilted, sinking onto the bed on his haunches.

"Wha... Honestly, you make it sound like he wasn't doing anything!" Sypha scolded. As if their partner ever did anything in half measures... Her body could definitely vouch for the effort Adrian had made! "And don't forget, he's having to keep up a constant output of magic too. That alone would make me tired enough to not want to do anything."

The hunter's head drooped. Actually... he had forgotten. It felt so normal, so natural, for the three of them to be together in the privacy of a comfortable bedroom, and it wasn't like their living situation was at the forefront of his mind while he'd watched his spouses fucking. But this wasn't Alucard's castle in Wallachia, circa 1480. They were in Genya Arikado's apartment in Tokyo, it was 2036, and Adrian's other lovers were sleeping elsewhere in the unit.

Adrian's mouth opened to apologize anyway. Trevor's hand snapped up, stopping him before he could.

"Don't. I was just giving you shit, but that was thoughtless of me." He shuffled over until he was behind the taller man, and wrapped his arms around his torso, inviting Adrian to lean back against him if he so wished. "You have to go to work tomorrow too."

"Thank you for the reminder," Adrian sighed, slumping slightly. He was tired, and he didn't like it. If he could he'd consider playing hooky, but he'd already cut back on his hours recently, and that just wasn't acceptable for someone in his position.

Trevor nuzzled against him, then pat his shoulders, his own head swinging about. "Since we don't have a washbasin in here I can at least get a damp towel for you two to wipe down with, and then we can go to sleep. Sound good?"

"Yes," said Sypha sweetly, already flopping down on the bed. She held an arm out to Adrian. "Shall we wait together?"

A blond head nodded, and he crawled over to lie down next to her, curling around her slightly as was his habit, not minding the fact that they were going to stick to one another somewhat.

Trevor paused to admire his husband and wife, both worn out but relaxed and satisfied, then hopped out of the bed, grabbed the used towel, and headed for the bathroom just outside in the hall. Except for the second time in as many minutes, he forgot... they weren't the only ones at home.

At least it was Richter that he ran into, not Maria, given that he didn't have a scrap of clothing on. Too late Trevor moved the towel in his hand in front of his groin, as if that made much difference. Richter couldn't help but flick his gaze over his elder, though he was wise enough to refrain from commenting. He simply said, "Good night," and disappeared into the living room.

Dumbfounded, Trevor managed an intelligent sounding "Uhh..." at Richter's back. It was hardly the first time he'd been caught sneaking naked across a hall, though it had been a lot easier to explaining it away to little kids that "Daddy needed a bath." But Richter wasn't his kid, not really, and unless he was completely clueless he knew full well what Trevor had been up to and with who.

Trevor's brain finally managed to shake itself out of his momentary stupor. His lovers were waiting for him; he'd best hurry to the bathroom before Maria caught him as well. So not wanting to try his luck, he did just that.

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Author's Notes:

- Chapter ran long as the lemon ran long. Yay for Alucard's lack of refractory period? As if Trevor would've been satisfied with just his spouses getting off... ha!

- I did my best to keep plot and pr0n separate but it's impossible to avoid plot development entirely at this point in the story. I'll try to work in mention of any relevant plot-in-lemon points in later chapters, but if it doesn't work I may end up explaining those in ANs, in case you see later notes retroactively referencing back to a chapter like this.

- Thanks to Nenya85 for beta work. Reviews are appreciated!

November 19, 2025