Title: Coming Around Again
Author: bnomiko
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Trevor x Alucard, Trevor x Sypha x Alucard, Richter x Alucard, Alucard x Maria, minor Soma + Mina
Spoilers: post S4 animation + "best endings" for the referenced games
Disclaimer: "Coming Around Again" is performed and recorded by Carly Simon. Castlevania is the creation and property of Konami. Castlevania (animated series) is the creation and property of Netflix. This is a not-for-profit fanwork and I do not own any of these characters.
Summary: During the events of Grimoire of Souls, Alucard learns that Elgos' catalogues are not the only way to bring back those loved and lost from the distant past. An immortal heart, an eidetic memory, vows of love and friendship, can call forth beloved, brave souls all the same. But once crisis is averted, what happens to those same heroes who have been forgotten even by the annuls of history? A reunion tale combining aspects of various game canons including Symphony of the Night, Aria of Sorrow, Grimoire of Souls, Judgment, plus the original Castlevania animation. May include some minor referencing of other games / source material. Trevor, Sypha and Alucard's relationship based off "Under the Milky Way," my post S4 animation canon based series, but this story can be read as a standalone. Maria and Richter based off Symphony of the Night and Nocturne of Recollection.
Archived at: http://www.phenixsol.com/Miko/FF/

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Coming Around Again

Intermission: Trevor x Alucard

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Trevor very nearly forgot to remove his boots in the entryway, but Arikado pausing to remove his dress shoes was a quick reminder that proper manners were different in this era. It still didn't feel like "home" yet - not the apartment with its smooth white walls and big glass windows, not the city with its skyscraping towers - but Trevor figured it wouldn't take him long to get used to it, because the important thing was he was here with the man he loved.

Arikado flicked the light on for the living room just as he dropped the glamour, then removed his coat and placed it in the closet. He held his hand out for Trevor's and put it away as well.

"So we doing it or what?" Trevor asked, crossing his arms over his chest as Adrian puttered off to the kitchen for some water.

"Doing what?" the blond asked, eyes on the vicinity of the sink while he filled a glass and began taking tiny sips.

Trevor huffed. "What do you think? We gonna have sex?"

Adrian finally looked up over the rim of his glass. That shirt really is rather tight on him... "Is that seriously all that's on your mind?"

Trevor's head tilted slightly. "Uh, no? Much of my mind is on the fact that I'm unfamiliar with the technology of this world, the language of these lands, that my only skills lie in hunting monsters that seem to have made themselves scarce. So forgive me if I want something to take my mind off all that shit." His voice deepened, growing softer. "I'm here because of you, Adrian. Because your memory and thoughts gave me form and an avenue to return to your side. Otherwise... I would've been just another one of those bland copies that returned to their catalogues with barely a backwards glance. And wouldn't that be a damn shame."

The dhampir frowned. Out of everyone, it would've hurt most to see someone as vibrant as Trevor reduced to a footnote, stuck forever in a moment in history. He released a sigh and put down the water. "I apologize. I'm not used to this. It's... been a while, as you can imagine," he said, rejoining Trevor in the living area.

"I know. Hey - if it makes it easier, we can do like the first time and I'll just lie down and let you do as you please."

"No. That... I don't want that. At the time, I was relieved at the prospect of your recovery, and I felt it owed it to you. I really should have waited a little longer." He made a slightly aimless wave of his hand. "And now, with the advances in medical science... there was so much more I could have done, if I'd only known..."

Trevor let out an exasperated groan. Only Adrian could bemoan the fact that he didn't have the benefit of an extra five hundred years of medical knowledge, as if he could have somehow come to this place and this time and taken all that knowledge back with him. "You realize you've done even better than that, right? I don't know how, but I feel like I'm at peak condition. Left shoulder's fine, no burns on the right... even the little scabbed scrape over the back of my right thumb is gone. It's like you memorized everything about me at our first meeting and replicated it perfectly."

"You did leave quite an impression on me."

"That was just the knife I stuck you with," the brunet quipped, latching onto Adrian's arm and tugging him closer. The blond went along with it, giving no protest when Trevor's other arm reached around his waist until broad fingertips were resting on the small of his back. With another pull Trevor had their groins pressed together.

"Are we back to making stupid penis jokes?" Adrian asked, pleased that his voice held steady even as his breath caught in his throat and his heart sped up from its normal slower-than-average rate.

"Nah, you've heard it all before anyhow," Trevor said.

"True. And I'm sure you can do better than that." Adrian let his lashes flutter down until his eyes were just a glint of gold under heavy lids. He tilted his chin downward. "Seduce me, Trevor Belmont."

The hunter chuckled, pleased. "You really are the most beautiful man I've ever seen," he sighed, reaching up to carefully smooth Adrian's long bangs away from his face, tucking them behind a pointed ear which he began lightly stroking along the margin.

"Unoriginal. I'll give you a one out of ten for that poor effort. I've gotten better from random drunks on the train."

Undeterred, Trevor let his finger trail up the point, then back down to the lobe. "Your hair is absolutely ridiculous, you know that?"

"As I normally keep my glamour up, I forget that it keeps growing. I suppose I'd do well to cut it to a more manageable length again."

"Nah. I like it like this. When it's just the two of us, you should walk around with nothing but the hair," Trevor suggested with a wicked smirk. He leaned closer, until his mouth was barely a centimeter from the edge of Adrian's ear, and whispered, "Wasn't there an English story like that, about a lady who went for a ride through town covered in nothing but the glory of her hair?"

"Lady Godiva, yes. Alas, I have no steed..."

"I'll be your horse. You can sit on my dick." He blew on the ear, then licked a tiny stripe up the helix.

Adrian couldn't fight off the ensuing shiver. Still, he stubbornly continued on. "Is that truly your idea of seduction?" he sighed. "I'll give you a seven for that. Eight for creativity, minus one for the absolute crassness."

"What, is there some magic number I have to hit?"

"Don't I deserve at least an eight out of ten?"

"I got eight! You even said so."

"Minus one. I know you know basic mathematics."

Trevor rolled his eyes. "Fine. Can you sit on my fucking dick - please?" He made sure to grind his hardening member against Adrian for good measure, in case there was any doubt about the level of his interest.

The blond managed to hold it together for several seconds. Then his shoulders began shaking as he fought to keep his laughter contained, before soft chuckles began rolling forth. "Crude and obstinate."

"Hey, I should get an extra point for persistence, and another for making you laugh," Trevor argued, grinning.

"Completely full of yourself as well, I see."

Trevor's grin grew until it was as smug and shit eating as any Adrian had seen. "You could be full of me," Trevor said in a low growl.

Adrian shook his head, but still reached out to cup his partner's face between his hands, his nails lightly scratching through the ever-present stubble. Was it his boldness? His sheer audacity? Adrian had no idea why he found Trevor's stupid quips charming, but he did.

"I love you," Trevor murmured, going for the kill with pinpoint accuracy, and Adrian folded like paper.

"I... I too. I love you too. I've missed you so much," the dhampir choked out, the words escaping from quivering lips.

Trevor mimicked the hold Adrian had on him, his hands curving around the slightly taller man's jaw line. "Hey, no need for that. I'm here now. I can prove it to you." He stroked a thumb over the border of Adrian's lower lip, then closed the small distance between them to clamp his mouth over his husband's.

The blond moaned into the kiss, feeling flush with a heat he'd long since forgotten. Trevor's mouth was just as persistent as the rest of him as it worked against Adrian's, trying to get him to open up and stay open, needy and moist and so very warm.

"Hey, stupid question..." Trevor suddenly breathed against Adrian's mouth. "When you're in your glamour, things don't actually physically change, do they?"

Adrian's brows beetled in confusion. "Wh... what?"

"Your fangs, for example. Do they become like human teeth, or does it just look that way?"

Adrian tried to gather his wits, though he figured out quickly why Trevor was asking. "It's a combination. They change slightly, but not as much as you see. They are still there to some degree. I cannot make myself something that I'm not. Which is why my face remains similar, and my hair is worn longer than is the norm here."

"Ah. Too bad. I was a little curious..." he said a bit mournfully, thinking of all the blowjobs he wasn't going to get.

"As am I. If I could, I would," Adrian said simply as he ran his tongue down the back of his exaggerated canines.

Trevor shrugged. "It's fine. They're a part of you. I wouldn't want you to be someone you're not." He leaned back in and very carefully flicked the tip of his tongue over the dull face of one of the fangs, avoiding the razor sharp tip and lower edge. And then he sealed his mouth over Adrian's anew.

Their lips smacked softly against one another as they resumed exchanging affections. Their tongues swirled in a sinuous dance, darting and retreating similar to the way they sparred with swords. When Adrian ran out of breath he jerked away slightly, exposing a pale column of throat. Trevor took the hint and began planting kisses and light nips in a path downward, like a climber rappelling down a rock face.

Adrian groaned once more as Trevor began tugging loose the laces securing his shirt's neckline, then slowly dragged his lips over the exposed skin, peppering the area with more gentle pecks. At the same time, the hunter's hands worked their way down and forward, until he was skimming the rear waistband of Adrian's pants; with a few tugs, he worked the white fabric loose.

"May I?" Trevor asked, giving a small upward pull.

"Nhmm," Adrian managed, unable to find words. Which suited Trevor just fine; the dhampir had always grown quieter the more he felt it.

After tugging off Adrian's shirt, Trevor's followed. Adrian's reaction was immediate - he raked his fingers through dark brown chest hair, his palms firm on the plane of muscle beneath, small hisses whistling out between his lips. His eyes were fixated on Trevor's body, as if it were his first time beholding it.

Trevor happily accepted the impromptu chest massage for a minute, then asked, "Pants?" No matter how obvious it was that the other man wanted him, he had always made sure to ask.

Adrian absently nodded.

Trevor undid his own belt first, though it turned out that these pants called jeans were harder to slip out of than the looser trousers he usually favored. He might have stumbled, but his husband steadied him with ease. Once down to his underwear - and Trevor had to admit, the stretchy material was pretty darn comfortable - he got to work on the fasteners on Adrian's slacks.

What he found had his lips curling upward. "Still don't wear undergarments, I see," Trevor hummed at the expanse of lightly flushed porcelain skin as he began working the fabric down Adrian's hips.

"Never got... in the habit," the blond managed to admit, even as the blush deepened a little more. He stepped out of his pants, surprised to see that they'd somehow stumbled into the bedroom, and that he was down to just his socks. Apparently Trevor was getting his wish, more or less.

"Magnificent," Trevor murmured, stepping back to get a good look at his prize, framed by the large bed in the background. Adrian fought the urge to squirm under the intensity of that steely blue stare - this was his husband after all; they'd seen each other in far more compromising positions. Still, he couldn't help the fact that he had turned pink all over, nor that his manhood had started to come alive, twitching and hardening under Trevor's gaze.

Trevor smiled in understanding. He quickly re-closed the distance between them and dropped down to one knee to gently divest Adrian of his dress socks as well.

The simple act of kneeling was enough to get Adrian's dick to fully wake up and jump to attention, like an eager dog's tail. The blond licked his lips in nervous anticipation... when was the last time someone had gone down on him? Richter had never been interested in such a thing, so it had to be over two hundred years, then? It almost felt alien to be aroused by such a thought after so much time...

But Trevor didn't do what was expected. Instead, he smirked, knowing full well the effect that that one move had had, then rose to his feet again, reaching up to draw the thick fall of frosty gold curls and waves back into a rough semblance of a ponytail. He pressed the length of his body up against his lover's - hard muscle and harder arousals mashing together - as he began lightly mouthing at an exposed earlobe. "There we go. Nothing but hair," the hunter purred.

Adrian hissed softly even as he unconsciously turned his head a bit to give Trevor better access to his ear and neck. Trevor pressed in harder, forcing the dhampir a step back before he regained enough wherewithal to lock his legs and stay upright. Continuing to counter, Adrian ground his erection against Trevor's thighs and lower abdomen and the hunter responded in kind, even though his sword was still sheathed. Rather than let Trevor make a mess of his underwear by rubbing precum all over it, Adrian shakily dropped a hand to push down the waistband, springing his husband's member free of its unwanted confines.

"I want you," Trevor moaned as he eagerly surged forward yet again, the hot skin of his thighs and abs and chest stealing away Adrian's customary coolness as their bodies rubbed against one another.

"And yet, you won't... stop... teasing," Adrian managed to gasp as coarse wisps of body hair rubbed maddeningly against his own unusually smooth limbs. He felt like he'd become oversensitive everywhere, like all his senses were going haywire, filling his every thought with nothing but Trevor.

The brunet merely chuckled, then wrapped his arms around the taller man's waist and picked him up - ignoring Adrian's indignant squawk of protest - shuffling forward the last few feet between themselves and the bed, before pushing Adrian onto it. Trevor looked all too happy to have been able to manhandle him, though Adrian couldn't protest too much since actually, he also was rather pleased that Trevor was once again in a condition to do so.

"You could've just asked," Adrian complained mildly, even as he backed up on the mattress to more comfortably fit.

"I could've," Trevor agreed, crawling on top of his partner before dropping his weight onto him and resting his chin atop folded hands. He quickly glanced around, then had to say, "Please tell me you have some supplies in here."

Gold eyes squinted back. Of course he didn't; he hadn't had sex in several human lifetimes! "I don't. There's oil in the kitchen though," he suggested, though it also occurred to him that he'd known this was coming and probably should've stopped by the convenience store on the way home.

Trevor made to get up, then paused. With a heavy sigh, he grumbled, "You'd better get it. Knowing my luck, I'll grab the wrong thing."

Adrian tilted his head, but Trevor had brought up a legitimate concern. In addition to vegetable oil he also had chili oil on hand as well. And the scent of sesame oil during sex would be... not the greatest. With a slight shudder at the thought of Trevor happily bringing back the wrong bottle, he agreed to go get it, though it was a bit annoying having to waddle to the kitchen with an erection that refused to subside, excited as it was at the prospect of getting some attention after such a long time. At least the apartment was only so big, unlike the castle they'd once inhabited.

By the time he'd returned, Trevor had grabbed some extra towels and was lounging on his side like a lazy bear, casually putting his nice, meaty ass on display. Unless the hunter was proposing he'd like to get bitten, Adrian needed to put that thought out of his head, and fast. He cleared his throat and quickly shoved the vegetable oil at Trevor, his body just as stiff as...

"I won't bite, you know," Trevor said, eyes twinkling as they raked from groin to face and back down again. "Unless you want me to."

"Probably wisest to abstain from such a thing," Adrian answered, though he was talking about himself. He wasn't sure how Julius and Yoko would react if they saw puncture wounds on their ancestor's throat.

Trevor hummed. He accepted the bottle, putting it aside with the stacked towels, then beckoned Adrian to join him on the bed. Once the dhampir had lain back down, Trevor rolled over and reattached himself to him.

"I'm really not trying to make you nervous. I'd hoped a few jokes would set you at ease; I'm sorry if it's only made it worse," Trevor said with as much gentleness as he could muster.

"I... I know. I do want to. I just..." The blond sighed, wrapping his arms around Trevor and feeling the man shift to reciprocate the best he could. "I got used to being alone - well, in an intimate sense I mean. I have to get unused to it."

They lay there for a few moments, Adrian growing more comfortable and relaxed as Trevor continued to simply hug him, their legs loosely stacked between one another like logs.

Finally, Trevor's right hand crawled up and sought out Adrian's left. He ran his thumb over the surface of the silver alloy band encircling the ring finger, then solemnly recited, "I, Trevor Christopher Belmont, take you, Adrian Fahrenheit 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." The vow was sealed with a kiss to the ring, and then another quick peck on Adrian's lips.

When Trevor pulled back slightly, all he saw were wide, shimmering amber eyes.

"You... remembered our vows."

"Well, yeah. I wouldn't have done it in the first place, if I hadn't meant it."

Adrian sucked in a breath, then began fumbling for Trevor's left hand as well. He supposed he ought to be grateful that he couldn't have imagined Trevor as anything but his spouse, as a copy of the same ring rested on his finger as well.

"I, Adrian Fahrenheit Tepes, take you, Trevor Christopher Belmont, 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," the blond quietly repeated, then he copied Trevor in sealing the pact with a kiss to both the ring and to his lover.

Something about the exchange calmed Adrian's frazzled nerves. The heat that built to the point where it was prickly and pulsing uncomfortably through his veins had softened, morphing into a snuggly warmth that spread through his entire body and even his mind. He kissed Trevor again, simply because he enjoyed it, nipping lightly at the lower lip until the brunet groaned in want.

"I don't mind taking things slow, but we are going to get to it at some point tonight, yes?" Trevor asked, stroking his way down Adrian's back, hands sheeting under the long hair.

Much more confidently, Adrian grinned. "Yes." He let his hands travel south as well, over the well-muscled chest, over abs that clenched at his feather light touch, and then cupped them around the bobbling hard on.

"Ahh, Adrian," Trevor growled, helplessly thrusting forward even as he told himself to let the other man set the pace. His fingers tightened on whatever they could grab, which happened to be the smooth curves of Adrian's buttocks, earning him an answering groan.

They continued to explore one another's bodies, earning pants and sighs of pleasure that each hungrily sopped up. Adrian's long fingers wrapped around Trevor's shaft and wove themselves around his balls, caressing them. Trevor continued exploring the landscape of Adrian's backside, while his other hand moved to the pale, perked nipples, flicking them lightly. Mouths touched, palms roamed over bare skin, fingers pinched and squeezed and stroked.

The hunter managed to twist around at one point and grabbed the oil, carefully greasing his fingers with a few drops and maneuvering the digits to the cleft of Adrian's ass. He made sure to catch his partner's gaze, to get his nod of assent, before he slipped a thick finger in.

Even though it had been so very long, Adrian didn't find it difficult to accept the intrusion. Really, it felt like relief. His body remembered the roughness of calluses and the smell of sweat; he took in a breath, concentrating, hearing the soft popping of joints, the rush of blood, the stretch of sinew. He let the familiarity sink into him, then nuzzled his lover and whispered that he wanted more, and Trevor was happy to give him what he asked for, doubling the number of digits, twisting them slightly as Adrian began rocking himself against his hand.

With the dhampir's breaths quickly becoming choppier, and Trevor's cock already painfully hard and swollen in anticipation, the brunet began scissoring his fingers to prepare his partner to receive him. He was about to insert a third but after a few good thrusts and a curl in just the right spot Adrian gasped, a shiver running through his frame, as he tightened up momentarily before relaxing again, which told Trevor the getting was about as good as it was going to get. Neither one of them was going to have patience for more of a delay.

He withdrew his hand and quickly slicked up his unit from head to base, wiped off the slippery remnant as best he could, and climbed on top of Adrian as the other rolled onto his back, parting his thighs as if to welcome Trevor home.

"Ready?" Trevor grunted, though he doubted he could hold himself back even another half minute. And wouldn't it be a complete waste if he blew his load early?

Adrian bit down on his lip and nodded. It was all he could manage, given that he could barely hold his breath steady. He certainly didn't trust his voice at this juncture.

One moment the blond felt cold and empty, like he was once again alone with time flowing past him like a river, as Trevor simply loomed over him. And then suddenly, it was if summer had come. There was a slight, burning stretch as he was penetrated, as he was filled; hard, hot flesh parting his passageway and igniting him inside. Seconds later a heavy weight settled down on him from above, warming his skin all over like a heavy blanket. Adrian made a sound that sounded suspiciously like a whimper, wanting more, wishing time would freeze if that's what it took to clutch this warmth and sense of belonging to himself.

And that's all it took to get Trevor to move - slowly at first, carefully... and then a little faster, putting more force into each snap of his hips as the sweet honey of pleasure swirled around them both, clinging to their skin in each drop of sweat, making their moans syrupy and thick. Trevor's fingers dug into his lover's hips, his thumbs sliding into the hollow that led down towards his groin, where a stiff mast wobbled with each thrust, begging for attention. The brunet played his fingers over it, just a little bit, making tiny circles over the swollen glans; Adrian bucked desperately, but Trevor just made a sound of reassurance that it would be taken care of in due time, and continued driving in and out of the taut channel that currently held all his attention.

Even in the grip of pleasure Adrian easily held the reins on his instinct to bite and tear... the nails he sunk into Trevor's back remained safely blunted. The legs he wrapped around Trevor's waist didn't squeeze tight enough to hurt. He couldn't help the fangs extending on their own, but it wasn't an issue as long as he merely snapped at the air. The joined scents of their arousal hung over him like dewy mist. He wanted more... wanted Trevor deeper. And the brunet did his best to give him just that.

Adrian's erection dragged maddeningly over his lover's stomach as Trevor pressed down onto him with all his weight, as if they could somehow merge into one if only they wanted it badly enough. He tried rubbing it harder against Trevor, needing some friction to finish - the sparks shooting up his spine every time Trevor hit him just right were close, but not enough! - but the hunter stilled him.

"I'm... I'm almost there," Trevor rumbled. "I'll take good care of you after, I promise."

Adrian bit back a disappointed whine, but nodded. Trevor had always been a very considerate lover.

"Give me your wrists," Trevor requested, and the blond released his tight hold and let his arms drop back onto the mattress, and waited. Trevor straightened up slightly, gathering both wrists and maneuvering them up above Adrian's head, then pinned them down with one hand. There was a slight twitch of fingers, but otherwise Adrian gave no sign of discomfort or protest; the hunter swallowed hard at the display of absolute trust, knowing how many years it had taken for Adrian to be comfortable with being restrained like that.

"Thank you," Trevor murmured softly as he dropped back down, as he resumed fucking his partner with focus and increasing intensity. The fact that Adrian put up with his selfish requests, that Adrian had remembered everything about him so thoroughly even after so many years, after countless experiences and relationships, both friendly and familiar, filled him with indescribable joy and added extra fire to his passion. He loved this man deeply; he wanted to drive that home with every thrust.

With a low growl, Trevor tipped over the breaking point. The muscles in his lower half tightened up almost painfully, then trembled as the tension snapped all at once. With each deep stroke, pressure jettisoned in the form of release, until his movements slowed and became ragged; he'd emptied himself completely, deep inside Adrian, who still awaited completion of his own.

Withdrawing carefully, Trevor took a second to catch his breath, then released his grip on his lover's wrists. Adrian's arms remained positioned as they were; he even wrapped one hand around the other to keep them still. He was breathing heavily as well, his face about as red as Trevor had ever seen. His cock had to hurt with how swollen it had become. Trevor very quickly gave himself and Adrian a cursory wipe down, then knelt back down near his husband's side, hunkered over his groin.

He started with a few warming breaths over the sensitive, engorged flesh. Adrian hissed softly but managed to refrain from simply thrusting at Trevor's face, much as he might've wanted to. Gradually lengthening licks came next, along with engulfing kisses over the head... salt and bittersweet stickily swirled over the brunet's tongue.

"Please," the dhampir begged. Trevor smiled, unable to resist the soft desperation of his plea. He opened up and took in as much length as he could in the initial swallow, then pulled halfway back before he began bobbing his head with a steady pace.

Adrian's thighs pressed together as he struggled to remain stationary; his soft whimpers egged Trevor on to use more tongue, more suction, a bit more speed. When Trevor fisted the base of the shaft and began pumping it firmly in time with his sucking, Adrian finally broke his own stalemate and released his wrists from their self-bondage. One hand settled in Trevor's hair, ruffling through messy brown strands as Adrian's hips began shifting on their own to meet each downward bob.

With a big upward drag of his lips, Trevor popped off just long enough to say, "Give me your best," and then he plunged back down to devour as much of the heated length as he could. At the same time he reached under and reinserted two of his fingers; he figured as long as he didn't do anything other than hold them there the added pressure would provide a little extra stimulation, but not too much.

Adrian gave an exhaling cry just as Trevor's hand got seated, coming hard enough to set off fireworks behind his eyelids. His toes curled and his fingers tangled in Trevor's hair; his other hand flew to his mouth on its own as he instinctively tried to muffle his own yell. His ass tightened and lifted off the bed, then slammed back down as his abdominals took over the task of jerking and pumping him dry, filling Trevor's mouth with a large amount of spunk, which the other man was happy to gulp down as proof that he'd done well.

When Adrian was finally fully spent and lying as boneless as a filleted fish, his mind hazy as a foggy night, Trevor reached over to gently rub at Adrian's stomach, then his sweat slicked chest. He didn't get much response, other than the faintest hint of a purr rumbling somewhere deep under the ribs.

"Hey, want to take a quick rinser? Or want me to just finish wiping you down?" the brunet asked softly, not wanting to rouse his partner if he really intended to sleep as is.

A blond head lolled in his direction. There was a garbled utterance that sounded vaguely like, "Yes," which didn't really answer the question. But Trevor knew the difference between when Adrian was tired, and when he was too wiped out to give a damn. Given how long it had been since Adrian had last taken someone to bed he figured it had to be the latter, so Trevor hustled off to wet a hand towel and used that to give Adrian a much more thorough wipe down. After tucking him under the covers, Trevor cleaned up what he could, dropping off the oil in the kitchen and dumping the used towels in the basket near the washing machine, then took a quick hot shower before rejoining his lover in bed.

He fell asleep easily, his body relaxed, his mind at ease, his heart at home.

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Author's Notes:

- Posting a little early because it's Valentine's Day and Alucard hasn't had an orgasm since at least, uh... 1846? Why make the man wait even a day longer? Go knock them boots, boys!

- I hate writing vows but I felt like they needed to exchange them here once again. Thankfully it appears that medieval wedding vows weren't all that much different from modern ones.

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

February 14, 2025