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I really need a drink, Trevor thought.
With no sunlight, it was hard to tell just how long he’d been down in the Belmont Hold. Though to be honest, the length of time was only part of the problem. Bringing his little trio here was the last really useful thing he’d done, and now he had nothing to do but sit on his thumbs while an immortal monster gathered his armies to destroy humanity.
Sypha, at least, he trusted to be making herself useful. The Speaker was clearly both a scholarly and magical genius. Alucard, on the other hand, just kept alternating between needling him and sulking about being in a vampire hunter’s lair.
Trevor rounded a bookshelf and spotted Alucard a short distance away, as though his musings had summoned the toothy bastard. The dhampir was crouched on his heels, peering intently at something on a lower shelf. Maybe it was something about the light in here, but Trevor was struck, once again, by how insufferably pretty the man was. Those delicate features and long golden locks wouldn’t have looked out of place on a noblewoman’s daughter.
Good God, how long had it been since he’d gotten laid? The nearest brothel had to be even further away than the nearest tavern.
Trying to banish such thoughts, he took a few casual steps forward. “I don’t suppose that’s a weapon you’ve found there, is it?”
Alucard didn’t even bother looking at him. “If I’m not mistaken, that’s a Hand of Glory. Were some of the Belmonts thieves as well as killers?”
Trevor stabbed a finger in Alucard’s direction. “Insult me all you like, but shut the fuck up about my family already.”
Alucard stood, with a contemptuous lack of haste, and turned to him. “You already know how I feel about being here, Belmont. If you don’t want to hear it, walk away.” As usual, he kept his voice low and even; one of the few clues to his annoyance was the way he bit off the last two words.
Well, now storming off would look like surrender rather than a statement. Clever bastard. Trevor took a deep breath and reminded himself that starting a fistfight with a powerful half-vampire would wreck the library and make Sypha yell at him. “Look, it’s not like this is fun for me, either. Turns out my family was storing all kinds of magic shit, and they all got themselves killed before they could tell me about it, much less teach me this stuff.” He rubbed a hand over his face. “Half of me wants to honour my ancestors. The other half wants to piss them off.”
“Is that why you became a bellicose drunk?”
The question was probably meant to irritate him, but Trevor had been speaking the truth: personal insults didn’t bother him as much. “Nah. I just didn’t know what else to do. Now, cozying up to the son of fucking Dracula— that would piss them off.”
“I’d hardly call us cozy,” Alucard said drily.
Trevor spread his hands palm-up. “What? We’re under the same roof—in my old home, even—and I still haven’t punched the pretty off your face, despite how much of an asshole you’ve been. Hell, we’re even talking about our fucking feelings. That’s plenty cozy.”
A look of amusement entered Alucard’s topaz eyes. “Are you flirting with me, Belmont? Because you’re terrible at it.”
Shit. He’d been careful to avoid mentioning the other man’s appearance, and now he’d slipped up. Not that he was going to admit that. “I never learned how to flirt. With me, it’s always been straightforward ‘Are we getting down to business or not?’”
Alucard regarded him for a moment, his expression impossible to read, before saying in his quiet voice, “Perhaps you should stick to that, then.”
I could change the subject now, Trevor thought. Of course, he’d have another thing to bedevil me about. Or… Alucard was standing within arm’s reach, still looking levelly at him. Was there a challenge in those eyes?
“What the hell,” Trevor muttered, and grabbed both lapels of that fancy black-and-gold coat. His intention had been to yank Alucard over to him, but he might as well have been trying to budge an oak tree. He changed strategy, hauling himself in close enough to plant his lips firmly on the other man’s mouth.
The dhampir froze for a moment, and Trevor got a little twinge of satisfaction at throwing him off-balance… figuratively, at least. That didn’t last long, as Alucard shoved him against the bookcase hard enough to make something on a top shelf wobble, then kissed him back hungrily.
It had been a long time—longer than Trevor cared to admit—since anyone had kissed him, and he wasn’t sure if he’d ever been kissed with this kind of intensity. Alucard’s lips were softer than he’d expected from another man, but the arm that slid around his waist and pulled their hips together was an undeniable reminder of his companion’s inhuman strength. A thrill of heat went through him. He let go of the coat, buried one hand in Alucard’s hair, and sent the other one down to grip his ass.
They stood like that for a bit, exploring one another’s mouths, then Alucard broke the kiss. For a moment, Trevor worried they might have to talk about this. All his companion did, though, was use his teeth to strip off one of those black gloves he habitually wore, tossing it to the floor. This done, he brought his lips back down on Trevor’s, slid his bare hand between them, and began to undo the laces of his pants.
“I’d been hoping you two would get along better,” came Sypha’s voice, “but I didn’t expect this .” She was standing at the opposite end of the shelves from where he’d come in, holding a couple of volumes under one arm. Her heart-shaped face looked slightly flushed.
Wits, don’t fail me now… “Well, it’s not as if I could go find the nearest bar, is it?” Good enough for short notice.
Alucard regained the look of annoyance Trevor was used to seeing. “I’m second place to a bottle. How flattering.”
“Seems you’re a bit thirsty yourself,” Trevor shot back. “You’ve damn near got your hand on my cock.”
The dhampir raised his eyebrows. “You’re complaining now? You’re the one who kissed me.”
“Are you going to continue or not?” Sypha snapped. The two stared at her. She clapped her free hand over her mouth as if just realizing what she’d blurted out, and turned an adorable shade of pink.
Alucard chuckled, low in his throat. “So, the lady wants a show. I don’t plan to disappoint her… do you?”
Trevor glared at him, as best he could with the smug bastard toying with his laces again. “Bite me and you die.”
His companion grinned, deliberately showing his fangs. “Wouldn’t give you the satisfaction.” Then his hand was inside Trevor’s pants, skin on skin.
All the breath left Trevor’s lungs in a rush as Alucard’s fingertips caressed him. Instinctively, he pushed his hips forward, but the other man was keeping his touches just light enough to tease, damn him.
Well, fuck, why was he standing here like a swooning maiden, letting his rival control the situation? He shoved Alucard’s sword-belts out of the way and got to work unlacing his pants, going for speed rather than finesse. Finally he got them loose enough to tug down the man’s hips. He grabbed a fistful of that blond hair, and this time the other yielded enough to be pulled in for a kiss. Meanwhile, he wrapped his other hand around the base of Alucard’s cock, and was gratified both by the way the dhampir moaned into his mouth, and by the sharp intake of breath from Sypha.
That was enough to get Alucard to stop playing around and start stroking him in earnest. He slipped his tongue back into Trevor’s mouth, taking care with those teeth, thank God. Every so often he did a little twisting motion with his hand, making Trevor glad to be leaning on something sturdy. Fighting to keep focused, he did his best to return the favour.
“Oh,” Sypha whispered. She placed the books she’d been carrying onto a shelf—a bit awkwardly, as she was refusing to take her eyes off of what the two of them were doing—and licked her lips. “Oh… I shouldn’t.” She sank to the floor, pulling up her blue-and-white Speaker’s robes. Trevor caught a flash of coppery hair as she began to move her fingers in tiny circles.
Alucard’s voice was husky as he murmured, “I wonder… how long can you last with her doing that?” He paused to sweep his thumb over the sensitive head of Trevor’s cock before going back to firm, steady strokes.
Trevor groaned. He found himself thinking about what it might be like to climb between Sypha’s thighs and hear her make those breathy little sounds right in his ear. Oh, damn.
Then something occurred to him. “You’ve got vampiric senses, don’t you? You must be picking up even more than I am.” He gave his companion’s shaft a light squeeze. “To you, it must seem almost like she’s right here between us.” Alucard’s breath hitched, and Sypha let out a little whimper. Trevor grinned wolfishly. “How long can you last?”
Alucard lunged at his mouth again—possibly to shut him up, but Trevor didn’t care. He’d finally figured out how to make this vampire spawn lose that unshakable fucking composure, and he was going to keep going until he did it. So he tangled his tongue with Alucard’s while he tried his best to mimic the kind of motions the other man had been doing to him. Their lips separated as both of them began to breathe harder.
Sypha’s breath was coming in shallow gasps now, her hand moving in rapid, almost shaky movements. Trevor wished he could see a bit more of what was going on, but it was clear she wasn’t doing this for display; watching them had gotten her hot and bothered, and she was taking matters into her own hands. That right there was incredibly arousing.
Obviously he wasn’t the only one who thought so. Alucard made a sort of desperate moan and then quickly stifled it. He’s close. Trevor stroked him faster, ruthlessly hard, and pulled the dhampir’s face close to his. “You want to come, don’t you.” Alucard’s expression was almost agonized, breath hissing between his teeth. He’s trying to hold back. I won’t let him.
Then Sypha came, her back arching, her voice carrying up to the rafters. Alucard’s cock twitched in Trevor’s hand, and the sound that issued from his throat was something raw and primal. Hot liquid spilled down Trevor’s fingers. That was enough for him. Trevor’s hips jerked, thrusting his shaft into his companion’s fist, and he came with a hoarse cry.
For a few moments, the library was silent but for the spent panting from the three of them. Sypha recovered first. She blinked at them, then quickly withdrew her hand from her crotch and threw her robes back over her legs. “I… I should clean up before I handle any more books,” she mumbled, then practically scurried away.
Trevor tried to think of something smartassed to say, but with a slowly-clearing fog of pleasure in his brain and another man’s spunk drying on his fingers, he found he couldn’t. Alucard silently pulled a couple of handkerchiefs out of his coat pocket, handed him one, and began to clean himself.
Finally Trevor cleared his throat and said, “I won’t mention this if you don’t.”
Alucard’s yellow gaze flicked towards him. “Deal.” He paused for a beat, then added, “But she might mention it.”