Title: Love Bites (So Do I)
Author: bnomiko
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Trevor x Sypha, Trevor & Alucard x Sypha, Alucard x Trevor
Spoilers: post S4
Disclaimer: "Love Bites (So Do I)" is performed and recorded by Halestorm. 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: Every so often Alucard lets his inner vampire out to play, and that means porking the absolute stuffing out of Trevor. Trevor x Sypha and bite happy top!Alucard x bottom!Trevor, after both boys work over Sypha a bit. A PWP intermission set between "Under the Milky Way" and "The Living Years."
Archived at: http://www.phenixsol.com/Miko/FF/

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Love Bites (So Do I)

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After having lulled the crying baby back to sleep with a stroll around the castle, Adrian slipped back into the bedroom, not at all surprised to see Trevor and Sypha still going at it, the hunter pressing into the Speaker beneath him, one of his large hands pinning down her wrists above her head as he thrust roughly into her.

Sypha's eyes were half-lidded, her face flushed, but she still glanced over at the blond after he finished tucking the infant securely into the ornate bassinet that still bore his name amongst a field of stars, making sure there was nothing to be concerned about. She was a mother first and foremost now. Adrian gave her a small smile and a shake of the head - Ann simply needed a good burping and a bit of comforting, nothing more - then slid into bed in her usual spot, since his was taken up by a pair of joined bodies.

He discretely took in a breath and stilled, enjoying the churning of scents and sounds that only his heightened senses could fully pick out. The soft rasp of Trevor's breaths, the ever-present scents of oiled leather and heady musk mingling with the faintly bitter malt of beer. The barely perceivable whine in Sypha's gasps as she arched under her lover, her quickened pulse amplifying the ever-present fragrance of her magic, wisps of smoke swirling with clean, clear frost and an underlying sweetness.

He was content to merely watch them, admiring the curves of Sypha's body - she used to be boyishly thin but now had some softness in her belly and width in her hips, the natural result of pregnancy and childbirth - and the broad span of Trevor's shoulders and chest. The hunter had regained the weight he'd lost after his battle with Death and then some; he was built to carry muscle, so as long as he stayed active and ate well - and Adrian was more than happy to feed him - he had no problem keeping it on.

But just as Adrian began snuggling into Sypha's pillow, Trevor slowed until he came to a standstill; he threw his head back, loosening sweaty strands that clung to his forehead. "Feel free to join in, you know."

Adrian merely hummed in response, that small smile still playing about his lips. He made no move to remove his nightshirt or to touch either of his spouses.

Trevor rolled his eyes and reached out with his right hand to snag a length of golden hair, winding it around his hand and reeling Adrian in for a kiss. Their lips smashed together and immediately began working hungrily against one another until both sets were slightly swollen from pleasure and pressure.

They'd barely parted before Sypha crooned, "Me too," though with her arms pinned, all she could do was turn and look plaintively at Adrian. He acquiesced without hesitation, his mouth warm on hers, as Trevor started up again, his hips slapping against the underside of his wife's supple thighs.

Sypha's lips and teeth parted to grant Adrian's tongue entry. He was happy to oblige, tasting her and teasing the tip of her tongue with his own. She moaned into his mouth, her lashes fluttering, her soft entreaties swallowed up until he finally took pity on her and pulled back to allow her to catch her breath.

"Touch me," she whispered, her cheeks pink and her eyes bright, even in the dim firelight.

He really hadn't planned on joining in but he couldn't resist, not when she said it so sweetly. He lay back down and reached out to cup a breast, enjoying how nicely it snuggled against his hand, the rising curve and softness of it so very much opposite of Trevor's firm pectorals. Because she was sometimes sore from nursing he didn't squeeze too hard or toy with her nipple as it pressed into his palm.

Trevor grinned, his teeth flashing, pleased that Sypha had spurred their shier partner into action.

With nipples off limits, Adrian's hand slid down until his fingers dipped between her legs. He gently played with the coarser curls down there, then slipped between them to glide over the peak of her pleasure before splaying apart around the base of Trevor's large shaft as the brunet thrust into his lover. Adrian's digits were quickly dampened by Sypha's excitement as Trevor churned her up.

The hunter was obviously getting in his enjoyment; Adrian returned to stroking his wife's most sensitive spot since she couldn't do it in her current position. Her hips twitched; her fingers flexed. His name fell out in a stuttered gasp from her rosy lips.

Trevor slowed his pace as he leaned down and captured her gasping mouth with his own. As soon as he withdrew, Adrian pressed in, nipping very lightly at the Speaker's throat so the face of his fangs dragged across the skin, and then he straightened up to trade kisses with Trevor once more before gracing Sypha with his attention anew.

They briefly continued like that, taking turns kissing one another as Trevor tried to draw out the session, pumping slowly whenever his lips found one of his lovers, speeding up slightly but keeping penetration shallow when Adrian and Sypha were exploring one another's mouths. They could've kept it going a while that way, but then Adrian figured that he could do something more fun with his tongue, so as Trevor released Sypha's wrists and straightened up, he leaned in between the junction of his partners and began flicking his tongue over both Sypha's nub and whatever ring of Trevor's manhood he could reach beyond it.

The brunet went from lazily grinding to frantically fucking his wife, groaning at both the sensation of the redhead tightening around him as well as the fantastic view of Adrian licking Sypha into oblivion. Abruptly she cried out, jerking, as her climax seized her in its throes. Trevor wasn't far behind, grunting her name as his climax began cresting, but moments after he blew his load, Adrian suddenly pushed Trevor back with enough force so that he slipped out of Sypha, then surged forward to begin lapping at his still pulsing member.

"... Holy... shiiit..." Trevor moaned as Adrian's tongue wiped him down, cleaning his shaft of Sypha's dew as well as remnants of his own satisfaction. The taller man then turned to Sypha and proceeded to do the same to her, gently lathing his tongue over her folds, dipping it in between them as she fought to keep her thighs apart as she mewled in surprised delight.

Trevor flopped down next to Sypha, eyeing Adrian over the Speaker's still heaving chest as the two of them unwound. "Well, I'm not complaining in the slightest, but what got into you?" he asked, gently playing his fingers over Sypha's stomach as Adrian finished up with her, looking quite smug.

The half-vampire shrugged, swiping away any moisture on his chin with the back of his hand. He licked at the gathered droplets casually. "Just thought you might like it. I certainly did."

"You weren't in any kind of mood earlier," Trevor commented.

Adrian smiled. "I wasn't not in a mood. I'm on kid duty tonight, so..." He shrugged. "But I figured if it was just that much, it'd be okay."

"It was more than okay," Sypha sighed. "So good, especially since Trevor was just tormenting me."

Trevor shrugged, not disputing what she said. "Was hoping to make another baby happen tonight," he added, laughing.

Sypha lazily kicked at the brunet, as if she was trying to push him away. "Oh stop, you! Adrian, trade places with me, this man is insufferable."

The blond had no complaints about swapping positions, carefully climbing over his wife. He also had no comment on Trevor's half-joke, because the reality was Sypha was in a more fertile part of her cycle right now, and not intaking any contraceptive herbs since she was nursing, so all the more reason he had to mind the nature of his contact with her.

Sypha snuggled up against Adrian's left shoulder as soon as he settled down under the covers, her fingers gripping at the ruffled fabric. Trevor rested against his right, a comforting weight. Adrian yawned, satisfied, even though he was the only one who hadn't gotten off, but that was fine with him.

They were all exchanging their good nights once again when Trevor suddenly sat up, resting on an elbow. "Hmm. Adrian, you didn't get to have any fun," he said thoughtfully.

"Of course I did. I told you, I enjoyed it. I don't have a constant need to fuck, like you."

"But..." Trevor rubbed at his scruffy jaw, then, struck with inspiration of his own, touched his own neck. "I mean, it's been a while, right? You wanna?"

Adrian rolled his eyes. "How has it 'been a while' - we had intercourse two nights ago, you idiot."

"No, well, yeah. But not that. This," and the hunter trailed a finger down his throat, from just under the pulse point to just above the clavicle.

Adrian swallowed, his eyes automatically tracking the movement. His husband already bore a collection of small, narrow, evenly spaced scars on both sides of his throat. At the rate they were going, they'd run out of unmarked real estate in a few years. Though Trevor was correct... none of the scars were fresh. "How are you still worked up?"

"I'm not. Just thought you might like it. I certainly would," Trevor answered, throwing Adrian's earlier words back at him.

"But I'm on kid duty..." Adrian protested, thinking of the baby sleeping next to the armoire, before glancing at Sypha for her reaction.

"Ann's fine, she ate and you just finished putting her to bed. And Frediric's gotta be deep asleep by now," Trevor commented, even as Sypha shrugged off any concern.

"Are you sure?" the blond asked, swallowing. His eyes were probably gleaming already, given how Trevor's grin was growing wolfish. But between the lingering bitter-tangy taste of both Trevor and Sypha on his tongue, the sweet-salty scent of them on the blanket, Adrian was finding it hard to refuse. Trevor was right, they hadn't indulged in several weeks, if not months. A baby kept everyone busy.

"Of course."

Adrian rolled slightly to the left and kissed Sypha apologetically on the forehead, then shrugged out from under the covers as Trevor did the same, chuckling.

They both sat up and stared at each other a moment, brilliant blue against glowing gold, like a bear and a lion sizing each other up. A soft growl rose from Adrian's throat as he bared a bit of fang. Trevor smirked, but he quickly capitulated and leaned back on his elbows, knowing a bit of feigned vulnerability would help draw his lover in, his head tilting slightly to his left to give Adrian easier access.

The half-vampire had other plans. Without warning he reached out and snagged Trevor's right leg and yanked, causing the other man's thighs to separate as he slid down a bit on the bed. Trevor was momentarily startled, but he fought off his natural instinct to resist and simply lay still, watching as Adrian turned out his upper leg until his thighs were sprawled nearly perpendicular to one another, before he leaned in to snuffle around for a favorable spot to attach himself to. The scent of sex and musk clung to Trevor's skin like sticky syrup; Adrian couldn't get enough of it. Still huffing deeply, the blond moved his lips over the familiar patch of skin, licking, kissing and sucking to tease blood flow to the area, then he traced his way to a gap between larger blood vessels before biting down without preamble.

Trevor's face pinched momentarily before his expression softened into something almost dreamy, his jaw going slack along with the muscles in the rest of his body. His eyelids slid down halfway. Adrian too relaxed as a purr started up somewhere in his chest, his teeth sinking in a bit deeper, content to just hunker over Trevor's thigh for the moment like a wolf lording over his kill, before a scarlet gleam washed over burnished gold. With a growl, Adrian pulled Trevor's leg up and hooked the knee over his shoulder, then with inhuman strength, he sat back and rose up until he was kneeling on the bed, dangling the heavier hunter upside down by one leg, with a single hand and a pair of fangs securing him in place against his torso.

Sypha couldn't help but stare in a mix of marvel and horror. Seeing Trevor dangling like a glassy eyed limp noodle while Adrian gnawed on his thigh looked like a recipe for disaster. But she said nothing and did nothing, knowing it was more dangerous to interrupt than to simply trust that the half-vampire could control his urges and his strength. Because no matter how frightening it looked, not once had Trevor ever been injured by the roughhousing, beyond the obvious punctures and resulting bruising of surrounding tissue.

Adrian finally withdrew his fangs and with a gentleness contrary to his earlier feral behavior, began leaving butterfly kisses all over the inside of Trevor's leg, working his way down to the juncture of his thighs before he began sucking lightly on Trevor's scrotum. In a similar contrast, although Trevor's body was as slack as a flag on a still day, his manhood was hard again and jutting stiffly towards his stomach, precum beading at the tip.

The blond grunted and began bumping against Trevor's back, as he was now fully erect as well and seeking an available outlet. The closest opening was Trevor's mouth; Adrian easily spun his lover around by simply grasping at Trevor's right thigh on his shoulder with his right hand, lifting and rotating him one hundred and eighty degrees before hoisting him higher until the hunter's mouth was lined up properly for fucking.

Adrian reached down, hiked up the hem of his nightshirt, then calmly stuck his fingers in Trevor's mouth and pulled his tongue out of the way before sliding in as casually as if he was putting a key into a lock.

The initial thrusts were slow and shallow, as Adrian tested how receptive his husband was to the intrusion. Trevor twitched once but offered no resistance, his tongue still lolling to one side when Adrian released it.

Because his partner was so relaxed, Adrian could easily push all the way into the back of the brunet's throat without triggering a gag reflex. With his jaw and lips so slack, there wasn't much friction or tightness in the front of Trevor's mouth, but further in the narrowing of the warm passageway provided all the satisfaction Adrian needed.

Hissing in gratification, Adrian quickly sped up, plunging into Trevor's mouth over and over while rubbing his cheek against Trevor's rigid unit in return, his tongue flicking out on occasion to lash at it, the face of his fangs scraping against it. It was such a tempting target to bite, so plump and turgid with blood, but even in this lust addled state Adrian kept himself on a tight rein and made no attempt to do so.

The half-vampire's breaths picked up as he began thrusting more fervently, the fingers of both hands now digging into his lover's thighs while his mouth fell open as he panted. He could've slowed down and drawn things out, but he had no need to hold back as his refractory period was all but nonexistent, and he fully intended to take advantage of that.

With a barely perceptible whine, Adrian stiffened momentarily as his pleasure scaled the mountain and then peaked, sending waves of ecstasy rolling thunderously down as he plundered his pleasure from Trevor's throat, filling it with his essence. The brunet reflexively began swallowing the best he could, his throat working pleasingly around the head of Adrian's cock. Turning to his right, Adrian let the spurting tip of Trevor's shuddering erection trail off onto his mouth, his cheek and chin and even his hair already sprinkled with pearly evidence of completion as the hunter reciprocated in turn.

After emptying himself thoroughly, Adrian withdrew and carefully let Trevor slide back down onto the mattress, then crawled over him, shadowing his prone body. He looked down at the slack form beneath him with proud satisfaction; Trevor's face was ruddy from all the blood rushing downward as he'd dangled, but he remained relaxed and his breathing was already slowing and evening out into a steady pace.

Still panting lightly, Adrian licked at the sticky remnants of Trevor's ejaculate on his lips, before thumbing the rest of it off the side of his face and mindlessly wiping it off on his nightshirt before yanking that off and tossing it onto the floor. Should they go another round? It wasn't like he could really ask at the moment, unless...

Enthrallment was an interesting thing; it pulled on the same magic channels the half-vampire tapped into to control his sword and his inherent abilities like his speed boosts, but entwined it with the intimate connection vampirism had with blood and blood flow. Adrian had gotten better at it over the years, though he very much restricted when and how he used it. But no matter how limp and disconnected Trevor seemed, he wasn't unaware, not unless Adrian intended for it. And he'd only exerted that amount of control when he'd been treating Trevor's wounds after his near Death experience.

Leaning down, he nuzzled against his lover's stubbled jaw, rolling the brunet's head to one side. He let his tongue trace its way down along the jugular until he reached the base of Trevor's neck, then opened his mouth further to press the side of one fang against the same vein as he followed it back up, then kept going until he was nipping lightly at an earlobe. The glow in his eyes dimmed slightly as he asked in a low whisper that was nearly a growl, "Would it please you if I spread your asscheeks and hollowed you out until you are unable to sit properly tomorrow?"

The near side of Trevor's face jerked, and as Adrian's gaze flicked towards it, he caught a glimpse of softened sapphire eyes rolling in his direction, as the corner of his husband's mouth twitched upward for a moment.

Another purr of pleasure rumbled from deep in Adrian's chest as he sat back slightly, considering his angle of approach. Eyes gleaming with a reddish bronze haze once again, he grabbed Trevor's shoulders with both his hands, pulled him up slightly, and sank his fangs into the side of the neck as Trevor's head rolled back, drawing out a soft exhale from the hunter. Trevor had orgasmed twice already. He normally would've been down for the count after the first time. But as soon as Adrian's fangs locked down the brunet's languid member perked right back up and bobbed to attention, buoyed by Adrian's own impassioned state.

They remained tied together like that for about half a minute, as Adrian concentrated on matching the ebb and thrum of Trevor's heartbeat, as familiar to him as his own, then pulled them both into a steady rhythm somewhere halfway between the two. This was a bonding more intimate than even sex, to willingly tie himself to Trevor and vice versa, as if they shared nerves and skin and blood vessels. Connection fully renewed and reestablished, the half-vampire unlatched himself again and lay his lover back down on the bed, before reaching for the oil flask and rolled up hand towels they kept up on a nook in the wall behind the bed.

Fighting back a yawn, Sypha watched in continued silence as Adrian began slicking himself up, tugging a well-oiled hand up and down his length as his tongue reflexively ran over the surface of his fangs, leaving them gleaming and white. She was starting to nod off, but still alert enough to process what was going on on the other side of the mattress. Even after years of being together, it still was hard for her to reconcile the sometimes seeming brutality of Adrian's vampiric dominance over Trevor versus how passive the blond usually was, happy to let the hunter direct and steer their sexual encounters whichever way he liked. But that was the push-and-pull nature of the relationship between them; it didn't impact her connection with either one of them or the dynamic of their family as a unit, so she'd come to accept that it was just one of those things that she wasn't meant to understand. The important point was, she'd heard Adrian's question, had seen Trevor give him the go ahead, and so as long as consent was established, there wasn't an issue.

Adrian was finally satisfied that he was easily lubed enough to take Trevor without stretching him first. When his lover was this relaxed, it wasn't an issue as long as he didn't push too hard or too fast. It was a good thing then that Adrian liked to start off slow as well, as it was difficult to completely hold back his urges in this hyper aroused state, where everything seemed louder and brighter and more desperately urgent than normal. He quickly wiped off his hand, returned the lubricant to its spot on the shelf, and pulled Trevor's legs apart to get in position to begin pushing in. The first inch or so was the tightest of course, even with the slackening of muscles, so Adrian carefully nudged his way in, not quite stopping at any point, but persistently pressing forward as slowly and steadily as possible, until his engorged shaft was fully surrounded by the hot press of fleshy walls.

With a gratified moan, the blond reached out and gathered Trevor back into his arms, pulling him up as he rocked back, so the other man ended up seated on his lap, albeit listing slightly to one side since he was currently unable to hold himself upright. But that was fine, it wasn't any more difficult for Adrian to support his husband's weight like this than before. The fact that Trevor was somewhat flopped towards his right actually made it easier for Adrian to sink his teeth into him yet again, this time low on the neck, where the extra muscle at the junction of the shoulder gave him something extra to "chew" on.

Trevor's lips parted and he groaned as Adrian hooked his arms under his thighs, gripped his ass, and began easily manhandling him again as if he were nothing but a glorified, nearly two hundred pound sex sleeve, as if it was easier to simply lift and lower Trevor's body rather than move his own. The brunet's eyes were barely open, the blue fogged over with lust, both Adrian's and his own; his breaths came in short puffs, mirroring Adrian's increasingly desperate huffs above the margin of trapezius muscle as the scarlet glow continued to brighten and eat up the usual gold of Adrian's gaze.

Slow and steady soon devolved into a faster, uneven meeting of flesh, Trevor's ass slapping off Adrian's thighs as if striking a drum. Simply maneuvering Trevor wasn't enough either; Adrian began thrusting up to meet him with just as much urgency. And even though the blond wasn't touching the other's manhood at all, it stayed cheerfully upright, slapping between their bodies, wet from the clear thin liquid that had beaded up and smeared itself all over the tip.

With a feral hiss, Adrian began really picking up the pace, pistoning into his partner as hard and fast as a human could endure. Trevor's lower legs bounced like they were made of rubber as they flopped over Adrian's bunched biceps; his arms continued to dangle limply at his sides like wilted vines. His fingers twitched helplessly with nothing to grab onto for purchase as his breaths were literally being pounded out of his body.

Just as another faint groan shook loose from the brunet's slackened jaws, Adrian growled, a low and needy sound, as his rhythm fell apart and he began jerking spasmodically, shooting his load like a turret deep inside his lover's channel. At the same time Trevor's unit quivered and fired off as if it too was buried deep inside the welcome embrace of warm flesh; despite the fact that this was the third time of the evening, he splashed them both liberally with arcing shots of spunk.

The comedown from that second ascension was so quick and abrupt that Adrian barely remembered to catch Trevor before he bonelessly fell back onto the bed, still under the effects of the thrall. The hunter was a mess, sweaty from the first round with Sypha, disheveled from the second, and now tacky from the third. But his face was calm and serene, even, like he was floating on clouds with no need to come back down.

There was no reason to wake him from that, then. Let his ecstasy carry him into his dreams. He'd naturally snap out of it by morning as long as he wasn't bitten again.

Drained from the prolonged use of his abilities and the satisfaction of having thoroughly emptied the tank, Adrian collapsed towards his left, then reached over with his right arm to pull Trevor back towards him, wanting to continue to bask in the warmth of a familiar body, hugging Trevor in place so that he couldn't roll away. Adrian's last thought was that he hoped Trevor would be warm enough like that, so he began feeling around for the edge of the blanket to pull over them both, but he felt sleep rushing up to claim him as he did so...

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Trevor was abruptly knocked out of a glorious dreamscape involving a fragrant field of ripe berries, a breeze sending soft ripples across a clear, cool pond, and himself, Sypha and Adrian frolicking about in the buff, by someone rudely trying to... roll him?

"For fucks sake, what?" he snarled, struggling to push himself free as his eyes snapped opened to join his mouth.

Honey gold eyes narrowed at him. "Get off. This is disgusting. How did we manage to sleep like this?"

Trevor furrowed his brow as he looked around, assessing the situation. He was lying on top of Adrian with a bit of blanket haphazardly pulled over his thighs and lower back, and had apparently spent the night like that. His legs were spread apart, bracketing the taller man's hips; his head had been pillowed against Adrian's firm chest. He smacked his lips together as he started rolling away of his own accord, noticing immediately how gummy his mouth felt, and how his abdomen literally stuck to Adrian's for a moment before the "glue" on their skin finally gave way. The inside of his legs felt all filmy too. They'd... well, they'd been pretty hot and heavy last night, hadn't they? He vaguely remembered staring upside down at Adrian's balls and upper thighs as his seed slid down his throat, and the feeling of having his asscheeks grabbed and spread as he was bounced like a ball on Adrian's lap...

Damn, no wonder he felt so good, warm and sated and slightly tingly, in a refreshing sort of way.

He looked back up at Adrian's face. He was irritated for sure, and Trevor had no idea why. That was no way to wake after an amazing round of sex!

"Why are you so pissy? You can't tell me you didn't like it," Trevor commented, stretching a bit and mindlessly scratching at the tightness around his lower belly. Yeah, so he was a bit... crusty, for lack of better term. It happened sometimes, although... He squinted. "What is that... Is that cum in your hair?"

Adrian scowled. "Apparently I wasn't making the best of decisions and let you spray all over my face, my stomach and my hair, and then we passed out like that. I desperately need a bath." He gave a small sniff, lip curling at the scent of stale sweat and the almost rancid sweetness that clung to them both. "You do too."

"How's that my fault?" Trevor asked with a loud chortle.

"So go wash up and shut the hell up," Sypha grumbled into her pillow. She didn't recall when she fell asleep, but even as she drifted off she remembered the mattress undulating and the bed frame creaking in a desperate attempt to hold up its load. Her dreams, unlike Trevor's, were of being back in her caravan, huddled with her fellow Speakers while a storm raged around them, lashing their wagon with wind and rain as they waited it out. Annoying, for lack of a better word. "Can a nursing mom not get woken at the crack of dawn for once??"

The two men exchanged quick looks. "Sorry, love," Trevor murmured, amusement coloring his tone, while Adrian simply said, "So very sorry," contrite as could be.

They didn't need to say another word as the hunter rolled out of bed, immediately followed by the half-vampire. Trevor padded to the door, threw it open and marched down the hall, while Adrian quickly snagged a pair of nightshirts and scurried to follow, his face flushed from the shame of being naked and disheveled outside of the privacy of their bedroom for even a moment. It didn't matter that the only person they could possibly run into was Frediric, who was hardly a stranger to seeing them in their birthday suits given that he usually bathed with his fathers.

"I'll wash your hair," Trevor offered with a smile as soon as the bathroom door shut.

"Since it's your fault, you'd better," Adrian retorted, leaving the clothing on a shelf by the door.

"Oh come on, you're not actually mad... are you? Did you really not have a good time?" Trevor asked, mindlessly rubbing at his neck. Somewhat sore, as expected; nothing he couldn't easily live with.

Adrian frowned slightly. He didn't mean to imply that he hadn't enjoyed himself, at least as far as he could remember... "Of course I did. I just don't like waking up feeling like... like this," he said lamely, fingering his hair. Ugh, there was a lot more in random spots than he'd first realized! He hesitated a moment, then, seeing Trevor checking out the bruising on his inner thigh, asked, "Do you feel alright? You were also pretty surly when you woke up."

"I feel great; splendid!" the brunet was quick to assure him. "And... hmm, yeah, you're right. I didn't mean to snap at you; I was having a nice dream, and got startled out of it."

The half-vampire nodded. He knew how much Trevor treasured a good night's sleep; he did too. They both still slept lightly most of the time, though at least now they mainly had to be on the alert for a child's wail, not the faint crunch of gravel or twigs snapping, signaling the approach of monsters. "I didn't mean to wake you. I was just trying to move you to the side so I could get in here."

"Okay, that makes sense." Trevor smiled, and closed the gap between the two of them to lightly bump his forehead against his partner's. "So we're good now?"

"Once you get your 'stuff' out of my hair, yes," Adrian answered, taking advantage of their proximity to nuzzle the tip of Trevor's nose with his own.

"As you wish," Trevor said with a chuckle, gesturing for Adrian to take a seat on his stool, as he picked up the bottle of scented oil and got the water running.

The blond was quick to comply, eager to rid himself of the physical reminders of their late night excess. He leaned back into Trevor's hands as the hunter began massaging fragrant oil through his tresses, and sighed.

With the bickering now well forgiven and forgotten, Trevor grinned, happy to have his husband melting under his touch. He would've done it anyhow, even without being asked. Even if he hadn't come in Adrian's hair. But some tiny part of him was smugly proud of having marked the other man in his own way, even if only for a few hours while they slept, as things like bite marks and hickies didn't last for more than a few minutes on Adrian's skin. But semen did... especially on hair.

Something to keep in mind in the future...

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Happy Smutmas!

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Author's Notes:

- As promised, this is my thank you fic for 500+ kudos and 190 comments on "Under the Milky Way" / "What's the Story Morning Glory?" on AO3. You're welcome : )

- As far as my story timeline, where does this fall? Probably a handful of months before "Make Me Blind When Your Eyes Close, Tie Me to the Bedpost." So this quite literally might've been where Sypha got knocked up with baby number three. Maybe Alucard didn't swallow fast enough...

- And I swear I don't have some sort of fetish with Sypha being pregnant / post pregnant, but being realistic, she and Trevor would be putting out offspring as fast as they could, with Adrian being careful with his timing to make sure he didn't accidentally slip into the Belmont family tree...

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

December 24, 2023