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He’s stunning like this, naked and on his knees. One kiss just enough to be infuriating, one close enough to be entirely unsatisfying, a breathless laugh against marble skin. Another tug at his hair and he’s back to work, turning away from the gorgeous sight below him into the equally breathtaking sight above him. She throws her head back when he ghosts over that one particularly sensitive part. The one that always gets her screaming. A lick perfectly in time with the one between his own legs.
“ Fucking tease.”
All he gets is a smirk as a warning before that annoying mouth is wrapping around his cock and he’s moaning into curly red hairs, hairs that soon are wet and quivering.
“You’re both teasing, don’t make me switch positions.”
Tempting, to have her in the middle and squirming like he is. However, it’s much more tempting to laugh and flick his tongue in the way he knows gets her going. Moans merge together as cold slaps his cock, but it’s never cold for long. Not anymore, and before he knows it, a strong hand is gripping his hip and turning him. Face down, ass up. Completely humiliating, but that’s how he likes it. His face buried into this wonderfully wet heat while a slicked finger prods at his entrance.
He tastes his lover’s cum in her and fucking hell, he chases it, going deeper and deeper. The heat clenches around him, another finger enters. It’s good, so intoxicatingly perfect.
“Bite me.”
An order moaned out as a dainty hand grips golden strands. Who is he to deny his queen? His only complaint is that to bite he must forsake her screams that are threatening to spill from perfectly bruised lips. Oh well, there are many other sounds he can revel in. There’s a pull from much rougher hands, a heat absolutely burning as it stretches from his ass to the top of his spine.
“If you’re nice, you can bite me before you cum.”
Promised, of course, demand almost. He pulls away with new satisfaction, moving down just until his lips graze her upper thigh, the same place the bastard slicking up a meaty cock had teased before. Kisses are laid down, he’s not a monster after all, he would never be anything of the sort with them, and then fangs lightly pierce. She gasps as they tear apart flesh, closing down on fingers where his tongue just explored.
It’s heavenly , or at least as close to heaven as he’ll ever get. Especially when he’s entered and panting into the blood greedily falling into his mouth.
Too much, he can barely catch himself before he’s licking the wound and devouring her all over again. Hands in his hair, pounding into his ass. He’s not sure what he loves more, the blood that tastes of sweet bread; her insides with more of a salty taste combined with his cum; or maybe just this. Being between them with pleasure rippling through his every atom.
She’s close and they all know it. Panting, moaning, and finally screaming while his tongue teases until she’s whimpering.
“That’s enough, please.”
Over sensitive and more satisfied than she had been in years, Sypha pulls away to catch her breath. Not that the sight helps, he’s sure.
Those big stupid hands are under him again, pinning him on his back and then Trevor’s fucking into him like it’s his god-given right. Seeing as Adrian is the one beneath him, it’s not far off.
The man slips down further, a new angle, a new position. He knows the dhampir can hear his blood now, like a siren call just inches away.
“Go ahead,” is all he says before fangs are at his neck.
Euphoric, just like always. A volt of pleasure shooting from his neck straight to his cock. They both moan, Adrian’s shivered out and quieted by the blood he laps up. It’s all Trevor can do not to cum right then, looking at a fucked out Sypha and Adrian suckling at his neck. Not that he would. Not now, not yet. Not without the asshole beneath him screaming his name.
Never takes too long, a lick to his neck and the golden hair is thrown back into the pillows. Only when he can feel the man clench around him with his own orgasm does he come for the final time that morning.
In the aftermath he falls between them, breathing heavy and covered in sweat. Fairy laughter has the men glancing up into the beauty known as Sypha, a happy smile on her face and a softness to her eyes despite her next words.
“You both smell awful.”
“And who’s fault is that?” Trevor barks right as Adrian sighs out,
“Didn’t you start things this morning?”
She shrugs them off, getting off the bed and offering her hands they can never refuse.
“Did I? I can’t seem to remember anything but a bath right now.”
What meets that remark is snorts and then groans when she drags them away from their most definitely dirtied sheets.
Months have passed, only a few, since they first arrived. The Belmont hold is now a small cottage, much like his mother’s, only with a terribly nasty surprise under it. Despite the renovations, the three keep to the castle. For the life of him Adrian can’t figure out why, but the idea of two humans and a half-breed making a home in a monster’s castle makes him smile. There’s a garden growing behind the thing, filled with herbs and spices; a stream with fish and animals that happily visit for a drink or two; and a stable for the now pet horses they arrived with.
Part of him can’t believe it’s real and his. Like a gift for whatever good he’s managed to do, perhaps. Or maybe something he has come to deserve after shedding the nickname of his mother’s people. No longer Alucard, the Prince of Darkness who defied his father, but Adrian, the defender of humanity; Adrian, the son of Vlad and Lisa. Adrian, the lover of the two best souls to ever walk the earth.
Adrian, the dhampir, barefoot and making breakfast for the two humans bathing somewhere nearby.
He smells it of course, the sulfur and ash scent that’s begun to visit them once every so often, but he waits for the tell-tell sound of feet nearing him before he acknowledges it.
Sypha has to stand on her tip-toes to kiss his cheek, but she never seems to mind. Her arms circle around his waist as he pours oil into a pan.
“Mmm, you smell like home and food.”
“All things good then.”
She giggles, releasing him in favor of finding cups and water. “It’s getting close, you know.”
“I know. I’ll wait until Trevor decides to join us until I deal with it.”
“Still don’t trust me with the eggs, huh?”
Not after last time. Adrian recalls it with a shutter, him and Trevor washing each other’s backs when a blast shook the castle. They had run down to see Sypha, still in shock in the middle of a black kitchen, smoke pouring out of the room. Eggs still on her face, she had smiled and offered them a small ‘whoops’ before snapping the mess away.
Instead of answering, he opts for a kiss on her head right as Trevor joins them.
“What? No good morning kisses for the Belmont?”
“Depends if you’re going to finish up breakfast for me.”
Sypha puts the cups down to pull the biggest of them in for a kiss. The man returns the favor before spinning Adrian around.
“Well that depends on how fast I can get rid of our visitor.”
Adrian pulls him close, slotting their lips together and leaving him staggering.
“Why would you waste your morning glow like that?”
He’s met with two wicked smiles, no doubt thinking of other ways to ruin the rarity of a freshly cleaned Trevor.
“Finish the eggs, I’ll be back before you know it.”
Before they can protest, or even force him to put on shoes, Adrian is out the door.
Blue meets blue.
“He’ll never learn, will he?”
Trevor scoffs, “I think he just likes to gloat his vampire parts every chance he gets.”
Sypha laughs, moving to grab a spatula even though she gets swatted away with a kiss. “It’s not like we mind, especially given this morning.”
“How could I forget, Madam ‘Bite me’?”
“Oh and you’re better? Remember the first time he bit you? Did you not cum in your pants the second his fangs grazed your skin?”
Trevor cracks an egg, completely silent even when Sypha dissolves into laughter. His ancestors be damned, there’s nothing like a set of fangs and glowing hands to get an orgasm going.
There’s also nothing like a good kill after a good fuck.
If that’s what the three of them did could be called, of course. The ‘battle’ is over in one swift motion of Adrian’s sword. A flash of metal and a falling demon’s head. Two of them remain, not that they’re alive long enough for him to blink twice.
At first it was one every other week, simple and easy creatures that were never too much trouble, even the animals stopped going into hiding when the fifth one was killed. But one soon turned into twos and twos have now turned into threes. Some of them wear the same as the first, black with white around the edges, others little to no clothing at all. Attacks are random, if they could be called attacks. Adrian prefers to think of them as lost night creatures, trying to return to the castle that summoned them in the first place.
Apparently demons didn’t understand that it was under new ownership.
One that would never call on them for any work, not even watering his flowers.
Too scarce to be of worry, but just frequent enough to cause mild annoyance. Maybe he should let Sypha put a ward up around the area, like the one the two of them had installed around the new Belmont cottage, or the stronger one on the door to the Hold. Something to hide them, something to turn creatures of the night away, lest they be burned. Maybe he should just surround their area with holy water and call it a job well done.
Adrian seriously contemplates that idea while he walks back home, after all Trevor would love the irony of it, and Sypha would love bathing in it. Sure it would burn every time he got within reach, and his lovers would turn the thought down the second they realized it posed danger to him, but it was something better than Sypha’s ‘wall of fire’ pitch.
Dandelions catch his eye the closer he gets, growing in patches where stakes had been what seems like forever ago. He smiles at the memory.
Sneaking out with the two of them fast asleep, Adrian had whispered apologies to Sumi and Taka for the final time. A one-way conversation where he told him all his secrets. How he couldn’t teach them magic because he didn’t know how. It had to be in their blood, or they had to sell their souls for it, and that was a price he hadn’t thought they would like. How the castle truly was broken and could never be moved again, for not even he knew all the secrets of his father. How ‘Dracula’ had once simply been ‘Vlad’ or ‘Father’. How the two little dolls they had found in the kitchen meant more to him than any knowledge hidden in either libraries. How the people those dolls were modeled after remain the loves of his life, the only people he trusted fully, the people that saw him at his lowest and brought him back to the man he knew himself as.
He buried them out in the woods, whispering into the night that he wished they had met. Maybe then, Sumi would have been trained by a true hunter, a master of every weapon and every creature. Take would have had his fill of magic under Sypha’s watchful eye. Things could have been so different, but in that moment he had realized nothing good comes from living in the past. So he returned to bed and tucked himself into the safety of two stronger arms.
And in the morning, when his lover realized what he had done, they had held him close and spoken with gentle voices and softer smiles. For not the first time in their company, Adrian had felt a tug at his chest that he now knew as love.
Here and now, looking up at a structure that once struck fear into his heart, Adrian smiles.
This castle is home now. Home with two idiots inside probably setting plates on a table and fetching herbs to cook with. Stretching up until it cut through the sky, sure, but no longer dark. No longer haunting. No longer with an eerie aura to shun all forms of life, not with flowers growing in front of the castle steps.
Perhaps this is how his mother saw it.
He can almost see her here, looking up at beautiful gothic rooftops and embellished doors just to smile and walk through the doors into her home. Gleaming in the sunlight, softer and kinder than what villagers or any other thing would expect.
Adrian is sure to pick a few of the dandelions for Trevor and Sypha to blow on before he follows the memory inside.
A flower crumbles beneath his foot, another under one of his children’s. Slow and steady, just like the march into the forest, slow like the cold beginning to seep beneath his cloak and into his skin. Slow like the creature bringing forth his box.
He opens it with steady hands that clap once for the mirror inside to spring to life.
“Sir Mirror, would you show me the traitor?”
The reflection of himself swirls into something he recognizes, a silver headed man tearing at a ring on his finger. Hector cries in the mirror, his tears striking something inside of the forgemaster watching. In the mirror, his counterpart freezes and then is thrown back by white arms.
Carmilla.
She snarls something he cannot hear at his once friend, seizing the man by his throat. When she sinks her fangs into the man he goes limp, save the lost eyes that seem to stare past surfaces and into Isaac’s soul. Assuming he still has one.
Tears slip down a tanned cheek and right into the stirring feeling that throbs inside.
“Thank you, Sir Mirror, that is enough.”
At the flick of his wrist the mirror falls into the box and is closed away once more. Isaac looks into the lifeless eyes of his Scholar.
“We’ll make camp here for the night, start a fire.”
His creations leave him enough space to quell the feeling threatening to bubble into his chest.
Isaac chalks it up to pity, placing his head in trembling hands, a new scheme forming in his calm mind. Carmilla grows stronger, with Hector’s help he may be in line to die before his revenge is complete. With the threat of an army full of both vampires and night creatures, not to mention Carmilla's three generals, he may yet be outnumbered. Something almost as unsettling as silver tears next to silver hair. Having an ally in times of trouble has never been a bad idea, even if the ally was once an enemy.
“Wait. Bring back the mirror.”
A minute passes before he’s staring at the reflection of a man just as lost as his fellow forgemaster.
“Sir Mirror, show me Alucard.”