[ he's glad to chase that sadness away, to let something else take its place. he's quiet, listening, but he nods. ]
The desire to just... devour that which I covet is so strong. To take into myself, to have that forever. But I know it's not... how people work. [ he smiles, a little wry. ]
I'm doing my best here, and I suppose that's the best thing I can say for it.
[Briefly, Adrian's eyes close and he leans into the contact.]
I guess you'll just have to deal with it.
[Slipping from his seat, Arian leans over, grinning.]
I daresay even Trevor seems quite fond of you.
[Without any particular embarrassment, Adrian presses his lips to Alucard's, the contact tender. They can afford to be more than that between the two of them, but he tends to find those who have lacked kindness could stand to use it more.]
[ alucard grins right back at him--and huffs a laugh. he returns the kiss before he answers, cupping adrian's cheek with one hand to hold him there a moment before he leans back to speak, looking at him. ]
Well, I'm glad for that. I've been bothering him often enough.
[ he smiles, but adrian's question gives him pause. he... has to think about it. integra is more understanding to him than his past masters, but she's not soft. she treats him like a person, but that's not the same.
something works in his jaw, something telling, and then he shrugs. ]
Before this place? I can't remember.
[ alucard doesn't forget things. he remembers so much, so vividly. he doesn't think it's ever happened. not without coercion or his powers, and that doesn't count.
he shrugs again, almost helplessly this time. ]
My wives when I was still alive. We had... a closeness, after we were married for some time. They were strong women, but had a softness around the edges.
[Though admittedly Adrian doesn't know too much of Alucard's history, he's going to guess it's been quite sometime since a hand was soft or someone had been gentle. He can imagine it well; Wallachia, though capable of great beauty, is also immensely cruel. The world is just that way.
But he's had enough good to know to hold onto it, even if at first it seemed easier to escape from it.
So he smiles, pressing a kiss to Alucard's brow.]
Then you have much time to make up for, evidently.
[Fingers roam into Alucard's hair, notably more wild and refusing to abide by common physics. But it's a part of what makes the vampire as he is, so it isn't treated with anything else but curiosity.
His lips trail down to Alucard's temple, then back to his mouth. Another time, he would enjoy their time more roughly, and Adrian is perfectly capable. But it isn't what he thinks he wants right now.
Instead, he takes his time, gently working his tongue against Alucard's lower lip.]
[ wallachia is horribly cruel, and so too the wars he fought. it's how he lost his wife, after all, the cruelty of war.
he's not thinking about that, though. he's thinking about adrian, and the way he's gentle with him in ways he doesn't need to be. it's practically overwhelming, just that: he leans into the touch of the dhampir's lips, humming in agreement to what he says.
while his hair does have a mind of its own it's surprisingly compliant today, not being awful. his hair, which is possibly sentient, must just enjoy being pet.
alucard presses into the kiss easily, gently, and parts his lips for adrian's tongue, meeting it with a lazy swipe of his own before he deepens the kiss slightly. it's not demanding, just affectionate and enduring.
even alucard doesn't know what he wants at times, but he does know he likes this.
his hand drops, resting lightly at adrian's waist, drawing him closer. ]
[A soft, curious hum escapes Adrian before he decides to take up a familiar spot into Alucard's lap. It's certainly more of a private affair at the moment, which also suits him fine. His mood varies, not unlike his own duality of being, both human and monster.
So, unlike last time, he's tracing his fingertips idly over Alucard's jawline before returning to his hair, quietly marveling at its thickness as he combs his hands through. He keeps from using his teeth right at the moment, his mouth open and his tongue lazily sliding against Alucard's.
This is exceptionally easier when he doesn't need to breathe as much. He's frankly glad that matters with that camp are done and over with finally.]
[ alucard settles back when adrian comes into his lap, giving him more space. his hand still rests at his waist, while the other arm coils around him covetously. it's funny: he'd survived just fine without gentle affections, any gentleness at all save from his master, but now that he's tasted it he's ravenous for it, something he hadn't even realized he was missing.
the camp had turned him into the chained snarling dog he'd been so many years ago in abraham's basement, but perhaps that's not surprising, for him to have revisited his trauma in ways that culminated in violence.
now that they're free of it he's settling again, falling into routine and not clawing out of his own skin.
alucard uses his teeth but barely, the softest scrape across adrian's lower lip. his affection always has a tinge of sharpness to it, but he's learning to meter it. ]
[There is no hurry in Adrian, his fingers continuing to work through Alucard's hair before he decides to simply drape his arms around the vampire's shoulders, playing with his hair as more like an afterthought. He gives a little beastly rumble at the teeth against his lip; not a warning, but a sound of interest. He knows Alucard has restraint, and it certainly shows right now.
His mouth finally parts from Alucard's with a sigh, his head tilting and leaning in to gently nip and tug at his earlobe.]
[ not being in a hurry is fine. as much as he craves rough things, violence, this is good too, in a way he can't really quantify. but it's nice, so fuck it, he's going to enjoy it.
he likes adrian's fingers in his hair, likes the sound he makes--he nips properly then, an idle catch, encouraging.
adrian's movement drives him to tilt his head aside slightly though, eyes lidded as his fingers curl against the dhampir's back. ]
It's good.
[ his voice is low and a little throaty, if we're being honest. ]
[Adrian slides his hand into the vampire's like it's completely natural, slipping off of his lap. A small tug and he's leading Alucard away deeper into the cottage to his bedroom.
Raising Alucard's hand, he lays a few kisses to his knuckles and fingers, lightly nipping the edge to the index.]
Do you still want to use your other form? I don't mind either way.
[ he gets up and trails after adrian easily, though he's still slightly overwhelmed by the sense of gentleness--it's strange, so strange, but his gaze fixes on the dhampir once they're there, considering the question as he flexes his fingers slightly in response to those kisses, that gentle nip-- ]
--Yes.
[ it doesn't take long, and it's different than when he showed trevor. trevor had seen the form he wore during the war, but this is... a little different. no longer a child, mostly, more a woman in her twenties, though the features are the same down to the blunt bangs and hair down past his ass.
the hat's not there, nor is the overcoat, but he's in a white suit similar to the black one he normally wears. ]
Alright.
[ his voice is pitched a little differently, so we don't have to think about lady crispin freeman, but now it's just more ambiguous, less overtly male. ]
[Admittedly, Adrian hadn't been certain as to what to expect by seeing Alucard's other form. Here, he looks more petite rather than his ginormous imposing frame. But it's still him, and he doesn't question otherwise, especially when he looks into Alucard's eyes.
And he smiles.]
As I thought. I would like any form you choose.
[Adrian leans in, stealing another kiss, gently backing him toward the bed. Tilting his head, he grazes his fangs over Alucard's neck, but only just.]
[ alucard is definitely shorter than adrian like this, by several inches, which is a big change from normal, where he's just looming over everyone. he's not thinking about that though--he huffs a laugh and grins sharply at the compliment, nodding. ]
Good to know.
[ he returns the kiss, urging up into it even as he takes steps backward toward the bed. the fangs at his neck draw a faint noise from him and he stretches out his neck, exposing his throat invitingly.
he sits on the edge of the mattress when the backs of his knees hit the bed, but his fingers curl in adrian's shirt so he can pull him down with him, or at least closer, stealing another kiss as he does, greedy. ]
[A small laugh escapes him as he's pulled down on top of Alucard; he smiles into the kiss, dragging his fangs over the vampire's lower lip before opening his mouth. A bit less sweet and tender, more passionate. A palm presses to Alucard's cheek, quietly getting to know this new form.
The appearance is an interesting one, softer to look at in many ways, but Alucard's eyes are still the same and it's how he truly knows it's him. Adrian's other hand roams, tracing down Alucard's body, his stomach and hips before stopping to squeeze his thigh.
He doesn't need to treat Alucard delicately, but he does want to treat him right.]
[ he presses into the kiss as it deepens, nipping at adrian's lip before simply enjoying the kiss for what it is, something passionate and on his end almost fervent.
he hasn't used this form for longer than a few moments in almost a century and it's like getting used to it all over again, finding himself a place in his own skin. he likes it though, the way adrian touches him, and he arches slightly into his hand, trying to urge him on a bit.
his own arms coil around adrian's neck, fingers losing themselves in his hair. ]
[The hint is gotten. Against Alucard's lips, he smiles sharply, hands roaming to pull Alucard's legs around his waist before he presses his hips flush against the vampire's.
His lips part from Alucard's, just enough to murmur:] Help me undress.
[Then he presses his lips back into Alucard's, like they belong there, tongue rolling against the vampire's lower lip. His hands tend to tediously unbuttoning and unclasping what Alucard wears; he could easily rip it apart, but that's for another time.
[ with a grin of his own, alucard deftly toes off his shoes and lets them drop before hooking his ankles together at adrian's back. he nods to the instruction but busies himself with simply kissing the dhampir for a moment, lips parting and tongue darting out to meet his halfway.
he does drop his hands though, working them beneath the fabric of adrian's shirt so that he can splay his fingers across his abdomen, then let his nails dig in slightly, testing. he's glad he dropped the overcoat from the whole look--it's bad enough that adrian has to work at the buttons of his suit and loosen his tie.
he wouldn't care if adrian ripped it all off, but being treated this way is something novel.
once he's done for the moment with scraping nails idly across adrian's stomach, he starts to work his shirt up and off in earnest. ]
[Perhaps because he's under his own roof, Adrian is actually quite under dressed than he usually is. He pulls away for a moment to let Alucard help his shirt off. Though it's no secret and Adrian has no real shame about it, it does put his scar on his chest in prominent view now, the only part of him that's scarred at all.
But there is no embarrassment or reluctance. Tragic as its origins are, it is a part of him like anything else.
Polite and patient as he's being, he still tosses whatever clothing he peels off to the side, whether it's his belts or Alucard's tie; all of it can be dealt with later when he'd rather keep his focus on tending to Alucard.
Adrian leans back in, lips and teeth to Alucard's throat, working down to bite a little harder to a shoulder as he pushes the blazer and shirt alike off of Alucard.]
[ alucard's hand traces over the scar once but then he's shifting a bit to peel off his gloves and toss them aside so the bite of his nails can be a little sharper now that it's not through fabric, fingertips pressing in near adrian's hips. the scars on his hands are visible as always, raised and ugly but shown without shame.
he stretches out his neck again for adrian's mouth, and when teeth find his shoulder he groans faintly, pressing up into the bite even as he arches up and moves his arms to assist in getting his blazer and shirt off--there's nothing beneath it, since alucard's entire form can change shape and he really doesn't see the need to bother with any kind of undergarments.
he's not flat-chested like this but his breasts are relatively small, something easily concealed under a suit even now. ]
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The desire to just... devour that which I covet is so strong. To take into myself, to have that forever. But I know it's not... how people work. [ he smiles, a little wry. ]
I'm doing my best here, and I suppose that's the best thing I can say for it.
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I know.
And know that I also think you are deserving of affection, Alucard. Which is also a difficult thing to always accept.
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That's more difficult to accept than anything else, I think.
[ integra shows him affection in her own way. seras is loyal and affectionate. but other people? preposterous.
he huffs a laugh, tipping his head down. ]
I suppose I'm forced to accept it here, since there's evidence of it.
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I guess you'll just have to deal with it.
[Slipping from his seat, Arian leans over, grinning.]
I daresay even Trevor seems quite fond of you.
[Without any particular embarrassment, Adrian presses his lips to Alucard's, the contact tender. They can afford to be more than that between the two of them, but he tends to find those who have lacked kindness could stand to use it more.]
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[ alucard grins right back at him--and huffs a laugh. he returns the kiss before he answers, cupping adrian's cheek with one hand to hold him there a moment before he leans back to speak, looking at him. ]
Well, I'm glad for that. I've been bothering him often enough.
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[He laughs softly.]
Hmm, let me give you affection then, Alucard. When was the last time someone was soft to you?
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[ he smiles, but adrian's question gives him pause. he... has to think about it. integra is more understanding to him than his past masters, but she's not soft. she treats him like a person, but that's not the same.
something works in his jaw, something telling, and then he shrugs. ]
Before this place? I can't remember.
[ alucard doesn't forget things. he remembers so much, so vividly. he doesn't think it's ever happened. not without coercion or his powers, and that doesn't count.
he shrugs again, almost helplessly this time. ]
My wives when I was still alive. We had... a closeness, after we were married for some time. They were strong women, but had a softness around the edges.
[ that was literally 550 years ago, dude. ]
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But he's had enough good to know to hold onto it, even if at first it seemed easier to escape from it.
So he smiles, pressing a kiss to Alucard's brow.]
Then you have much time to make up for, evidently.
[Fingers roam into Alucard's hair, notably more wild and refusing to abide by common physics. But it's a part of what makes the vampire as he is, so it isn't treated with anything else but curiosity.
His lips trail down to Alucard's temple, then back to his mouth. Another time, he would enjoy their time more roughly, and Adrian is perfectly capable. But it isn't what he thinks he wants right now.
Instead, he takes his time, gently working his tongue against Alucard's lower lip.]
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he's not thinking about that, though. he's thinking about adrian, and the way he's gentle with him in ways he doesn't need to be. it's practically overwhelming, just that: he leans into the touch of the dhampir's lips, humming in agreement to what he says.
while his hair does have a mind of its own it's surprisingly compliant today, not being awful. his hair, which is possibly sentient, must just enjoy being pet.
alucard presses into the kiss easily, gently, and parts his lips for adrian's tongue, meeting it with a lazy swipe of his own before he deepens the kiss slightly. it's not demanding, just affectionate and enduring.
even alucard doesn't know what he wants at times, but he does know he likes this.
his hand drops, resting lightly at adrian's waist, drawing him closer. ]
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So, unlike last time, he's tracing his fingertips idly over Alucard's jawline before returning to his hair, quietly marveling at its thickness as he combs his hands through. He keeps from using his teeth right at the moment, his mouth open and his tongue lazily sliding against Alucard's.
This is exceptionally easier when he doesn't need to breathe as much. He's frankly glad that matters with that camp are done and over with finally.]
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the camp had turned him into the chained snarling dog he'd been so many years ago in abraham's basement, but perhaps that's not surprising, for him to have revisited his trauma in ways that culminated in violence.
now that they're free of it he's settling again, falling into routine and not clawing out of his own skin.
alucard uses his teeth but barely, the softest scrape across adrian's lower lip. his affection always has a tinge of sharpness to it, but he's learning to meter it. ]
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His mouth finally parts from Alucard's with a sigh, his head tilting and leaning in to gently nip and tug at his earlobe.]
Good so far?
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he likes adrian's fingers in his hair, likes the sound he makes--he nips properly then, an idle catch, encouraging.
adrian's movement drives him to tilt his head aside slightly though, eyes lidded as his fingers curl against the dhampir's back. ]
It's good.
[ his voice is low and a little throaty, if we're being honest. ]
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I'm glad.
Normally, I wouldn't care too much, but why don't we take this to the bedroom? Maybe I'll see you relaxed for a change.
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It's hard to catch me relaxed lately, isn't it.
[ but he nods, stealing a kiss while he's still in his lap. ]
After you.
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[Adrian slides his hand into the vampire's like it's completely natural, slipping off of his lap. A small tug and he's leading Alucard away deeper into the cottage to his bedroom.
Raising Alucard's hand, he lays a few kisses to his knuckles and fingers, lightly nipping the edge to the index.]
Do you still want to use your other form? I don't mind either way.
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[ he gets up and trails after adrian easily, though he's still slightly overwhelmed by the sense of gentleness--it's strange, so strange, but his gaze fixes on the dhampir once they're there, considering the question as he flexes his fingers slightly in response to those kisses, that gentle nip-- ]
--Yes.
[ it doesn't take long, and it's different than when he showed trevor. trevor had seen the form he wore during the war, but this is... a little different. no longer a child, mostly, more a woman in her twenties, though the features are the same down to the blunt bangs and hair down past his ass.
the hat's not there, nor is the overcoat, but he's in a white suit similar to the black one he normally wears. ]
Alright.
[ his voice is pitched a little differently, so we don't have to think about lady crispin freeman, but now it's just more ambiguous, less overtly male. ]
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And he smiles.]
As I thought. I would like any form you choose.
[Adrian leans in, stealing another kiss, gently backing him toward the bed. Tilting his head, he grazes his fangs over Alucard's neck, but only just.]
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Good to know.
[ he returns the kiss, urging up into it even as he takes steps backward toward the bed. the fangs at his neck draw a faint noise from him and he stretches out his neck, exposing his throat invitingly.
he sits on the edge of the mattress when the backs of his knees hit the bed, but his fingers curl in adrian's shirt so he can pull him down with him, or at least closer, stealing another kiss as he does, greedy. ]
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The appearance is an interesting one, softer to look at in many ways, but Alucard's eyes are still the same and it's how he truly knows it's him. Adrian's other hand roams, tracing down Alucard's body, his stomach and hips before stopping to squeeze his thigh.
He doesn't need to treat Alucard delicately, but he does want to treat him right.]
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he hasn't used this form for longer than a few moments in almost a century and it's like getting used to it all over again, finding himself a place in his own skin. he likes it though, the way adrian touches him, and he arches slightly into his hand, trying to urge him on a bit.
his own arms coil around adrian's neck, fingers losing themselves in his hair. ]
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His lips part from Alucard's, just enough to murmur:] Help me undress.
[Then he presses his lips back into Alucard's, like they belong there, tongue rolling against the vampire's lower lip. His hands tend to tediously unbuttoning and unclasping what Alucard wears; he could easily rip it apart, but that's for another time.
Right now, he's a gentleman.]
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he does drop his hands though, working them beneath the fabric of adrian's shirt so that he can splay his fingers across his abdomen, then let his nails dig in slightly, testing. he's glad he dropped the overcoat from the whole look--it's bad enough that adrian has to work at the buttons of his suit and loosen his tie.
he wouldn't care if adrian ripped it all off, but being treated this way is something novel.
once he's done for the moment with scraping nails idly across adrian's stomach, he starts to work his shirt up and off in earnest. ]
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But there is no embarrassment or reluctance. Tragic as its origins are, it is a part of him like anything else.
Polite and patient as he's being, he still tosses whatever clothing he peels off to the side, whether it's his belts or Alucard's tie; all of it can be dealt with later when he'd rather keep his focus on tending to Alucard.
Adrian leans back in, lips and teeth to Alucard's throat, working down to bite a little harder to a shoulder as he pushes the blazer and shirt alike off of Alucard.]
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he stretches out his neck again for adrian's mouth, and when teeth find his shoulder he groans faintly, pressing up into the bite even as he arches up and moves his arms to assist in getting his blazer and shirt off--there's nothing beneath it, since alucard's entire form can change shape and he really doesn't see the need to bother with any kind of undergarments.
he's not flat-chested like this but his breasts are relatively small, something easily concealed under a suit even now. ]
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