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The conclusion of the mission in the heart of Paris had finished by Alucard's lone hand -- technically, in any case. The building in which Millennium was inhabiting and running tests, evidently, had already seen its blood bath from someone else: one of their own, more or less. Alucard returned to the Hellsing manor with the blonde-haired vampire, covered in dried blood and wearing clothes that don't fit him, scrubs and a lab coat -- and a giant scar on his chest that he could not hide.

The vampire's name is Adrian. Beyond being a pet project, he doesn't remember anything else outside of a life of Millennium. It begins there, and ended with circumstances Alucard only described in a laugh and a Don't interrupt his reading time.

The elusive new vampire is not seen for another day. Then, as if he has always belonged in Hellsing manor, he walks the halls with a regal elegance, fully dressed this time and certainly much more put together. There is almost always a suspicious look in his golden gaze, skeptical as he looks at most people, but significantly less lost than when he'd first arrived.

Reluctantly, he does approach one Trevor Belmont, a book under one arm.

"Alucard has instructed me that I should be introducing myself to the rest of the organization," Adrian says, sounding bland and distant.

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They ought to remedy that, then.

The shirt is easy enough to unbutton, and Trevor is more than eager to help Adrian with getting the offending garment off; his body is still well-muscled and scarred, perhaps no less than it would've been if he'd lived life as a solo mercenary. More bullet wounds, certainly, but cleaner scars -- better taken care of.

He sighs into Adrian's mouth at the hand in his hair, finally drawing back from the kiss to take a shaky breath and let the corners of his lips twitch into a grin. His hand trails down the middle of Adrian's back, light fingertips against his spine.

It shouldn't strike him as strange; he has his own scar, after all, but he can see every bit of Trevor's humanity. Absently, his fingers trace over the scars, also finding himself a little delighted by the hair on the man's chest and abdomen.

He hums a little at the fingertips against his back, smiling almost sheepishly to himself. There are flicker of memories here and there, some of them good and some of them terrible, but mostly he has an idea of what he wants.

"You're very warm," he says smartly, then feels a bit embarrassed for saying the obvious -- but he does like it.

"It's all my extra insulation," he responds with an easy laugh, brushing his lips over Adrian's throat as the vampire explores his chest as he'd like. He's certainly never had any complaints about the hair, other than someone once telling him they'd given them an unfortunate case of friction burn, but he'd been fairly sure they were joking.

He lets his hand settle on Adrian's hip, thumb stroking over the small divot there.

That does actually manage to make Adrian laugh softly, a sound he didn't think he was still capable of after all this time. He smiles, still delicately tracing over how well toned Trevor is, eventually settling his hands onto the man's hips.

Adrian nudges close, pressing his chest flush against Trevor's, liking that, too. Tilting his head, he kisses his neck. Then, holding his breath, he gives a little experimental roll of his hips.

Trevor grins into the crook of the vampire's throat, chancing a light nip against the skin.

There's a moment of tension as Adrians's lips brush against his neck, timed almost the same as when Adrian's hips roll down against his. It at least -- disguises his momentary hesitation, and he turns his chin to give the vampire careful, intentional access to his neck.

"Ah--" he murmurs, muffling the noise against Adrian's shoulder and answering the roll with a responding lift of his hips.

The nip gains a wordless noise of approval. For Adrian's part, he doesn't chance his fangs; he won't bite, he won't even tease with them. He knows to be careful, and he finds he desperately doesn't want to give Trevor a reason to leave.

He breathes in sharply when Trevor shifts back against him. It's almost embarrassing how quickly he's getting hard, and he feels the familiar heat rising up into his face, but he isn't going to stop. One hand curls against Trevor's back, the other staying to his hip, and with more determination he's rocking against the mercenary.

Yes, this was a good choice, he decides.

As the noise hits his ears, Trevor decides immediately that he wants to hear more of that -- he shudders pleasantly at the feel of their hips meeting and nudges his hands between them, trailing his hand over Adrian's torso, dipping low beneath the trousers.

More experienced now than he would've been if he'd been a solo act for most of his life, the intimacy is something that comes smoothly to him. His lips settle onto Adrian's collarbone, outlining the bone just underneath skin.

For his part, he finds that he rather likes the teeth on his skin. Adrian sighs, rolling his hips to push into Trevor's hand.

He likes this. He definitely wants more. With a huff of air, Adrian is suddenly sliding off of Trevor's lap, hoisting him into his arms with a sharp smile. Against the lid of his coffin is his foot, and he shoves it off, showing a well padded, velvety interior.

"I think I like you, Belmont," he purrs, giving him the lightest kiss before he's settling the both of them inside. "Help me finish undressing?"

And Adrian is lifting him then, settling him into the coffin and -- he's really going to fuck someone in a coffin, isn't he? He's certainly not going to back out of this, and when the vampire says he likes him, it makes an unfamiliar twitch in his chest.

"I think I could manage that," he muses, tugging insistently at the closure of the vampire's slacks. One hand slides through the opening once he has one, eagerly palming his growing hardness.

After licking his lips, he shivers when he feels Trevor's rough palm against his cock. God, he could be content to just rut into his hand, but he knows he wants more than that. Adrian shoves down his trousers, tossing them aside out of the coffin before he's pressing back into Trevor's hand with a firm rock of his hips.

He presses his palms against Trevor's thighs, squeezing, inching to work on unclasping his pants in return.

The moment that Adrian's free of his slacks, Trevor wraps his hand around the vampire's length and gives a firm upward stroke, lips curving into a grin.

Trevor assists eagerly with the removal of his pants as best he can when Adrian starts for the closure of them, mostly by arching his hips up into the touch and then shimmying them down his legs -- once he's free, he moves immediately to work his hand into Adrian's hair and pull him in for another kiss, less careful and more passionate than before.

He thinks he likes Adrian, too, and he pours that sentiment into the kiss.

A startled gasp becomes a strained moan, his hips jerking toward Trevor's warm, welcoming hand. It's not the first time Trevor's touched him along his prick, but it's more full-on, all of his hand felt. It's so different than his own.

Into the kiss, he opens his mouth, more receptive than even before, moaning into Trevor's mouth and settling against him. He finds he likes the hand in his hair, so he returns the same, one hand to Trevor's and fingers scratching at his scalp. The other hand, smooth and soft, reaches down and roams curiously over his cock, almost shy.

Both of them now free of the confines of their respective clothes, Trevor takes advantage of the increased skin contact by pressing against the vampire, letting his teeth catch on Adrian's lower lip to tug while he explores him more deeply.

He wants to find out exactly what Adrian likes -- his thumb brushes over the head of Adrian's cock as he continues to pump his fingers, and when he finally feels the vampire's careful touch against him, he provides an approving gasp into his mouth and a low murmur of his name.

Admittedly, he can't remember sex ever being this pleasant or soft. In the few times he can recall, it was harried and rough and animalistic when he was in Millennium when the urge would strike and another subject was willing; Adrian would bite and dominate and claim when there was an agreement struck, a fight for who fucks who, but this is so far from anything like it. Before that, he's certain he hadn't, but admittedly he can't remember everything before he went to sleep.

So this is-- new. All of it is so new, and Adrian can't stop himself from groaning into Trevor's mouth, his hips rolling eagerly into the mercenary's hand, a spark of electric pleasure rushing up his spine at the way the thumb plays with the head of his cock. How odd it is to think that Trevor would be soft with him, but he finds he enjoys it.

Just as he enjoys hearing him gasp, the way he says Adrian's name. With a bit more confidence, he curls his hand to be more snug around the hot length in his hand, giving it a slight tug before he resumes with more consistent strokes.

As much as he and the rest of the Geese had a reputation as the sort of men who tumbled quick and rough into the beds of anyone willing (and that was well and good, when it was time for that sort of thing), he's just as aware that this is something very much unlike that.

His back arches into the more confident touches, the contrast of Adrian's hand around him, cool and strong.

When he draws back from the kiss it's with no small amount of hesitation, his mouth lingering not far from Adrian's so he can breathe raggedly against his jaw, voice low, "Tell me what you want." Because they're still somewhat tangled, and right now he feels too sensitized with pleasure to have a strong preference for how he has Adrian, so long as he has him.

Even just a little, he leans into the warmth of Trevor, his mouth against Adrian's jaw. Even his breath is so warm and he wants all of it, whatever the man will give him. And then, suddenly, Adrian looks-- flustered. Embarrassed. The pink rising in his pale skin, up his face.

"I don't--" Adrian ducks his head a little. Trevor is human and he can't treat him like anything else, like whoever or whatever he's overpowered in a frantic hump or fuck. "I don't have anything to really... make this. Easier."

He could say oil or salve or any number of things, but that's somehow just making his blush more fierce. As if this was more intimate than anything else he'd ever done.

Okay, see, sometimes being the sort of person who's nearly always ready to jump into bed with someone willing has its perks. Trevor glances over the edge of the coffin, where Adrian's tossed his pants.

"Ought to be something in the pocket." Even something vaguely more modern than oil or salve, even. Lubricant is a wonderful thing, even if not all of his encounters end up needing it. Better to be prepared than not. He rolls one hand up Adrian's stomach as the vampire flushes, fingertips chasing the pink flush until it disappears into the blonde's hairline and he opts, instead of helping, to press light kisses down the side of his neck while he continues to stroke his cock lazily.

He can't help that seeing Adrian flustered is altogether too pleasant to pass up, all right?

A curious tilt of Adrian's head is earned. It doesn't really surprise him that Trevor would be prepared, but he does want to know what it is that he has. What he doesn't expect is for Trevor to keep teasing him, touching him and pressing his lips so nicely up his throat.

It doesn't-- really help. With the blushing.

He didn't plan this very far, not at all. When they both boarded the lift, he expected something... simple, base, but he had nothing to his name. Adrian groans, bucking his hips, pressing desperately into Trevor's hand.

"Trevor," he says, his voice tight.

Adrian doesn't seem to be moving too quickly to get the lube, and Trevor's given himself the unintended problem of being increasingly worked up. It also occurs to him that the vampire might not know what to look for, all things considered, so he does finally slip his hand free from Adrian's length to lean himself over the edge and fumble through his pants for the tube.

"Ah, there we are." He settles back in the coffin, brings a hand up to brush the hair from Adrian's face.

"Right -- now you can answer me properly." Except that he's moving in close again, grazing his mouth over Adrian's jaw, "What do you want?"

There's almost a frustrated feeling of being let go, of Trevor's hand leaving him, but he knows that he has to let him. So he sits back onto his heels, letting Trevor fetch the tube, an object that does not strike familiarity in Adrian's face.

He sighs, almost forgetting to answer Trevor as his mouth finds his jaw. There's so much he wants-- he'd like to bend Trevor over and fuck him until he screams, but he also wants to continue experiencing this odd tenderness that he didn't expect. He knows he likes to press and split his partners open, feel them around his cock, but what would it be like the other way around?

It makes him have that flitting sensation of nervousness, of embarrassment again. He's never, not on the receiving end, but that doesn't mean he's unwilling to try sometime. Just... not now. Not when this is already so much.

"Let me--" Adrian hesitates for a second. Yes, Trevor can be crass, but he's also been wonderfully soft with him, so he doesn't say fuck because it's a bit more than that. "Let me be inside of you. Please."

That's not altogether an unexpected answer, and it's one that Trevor's willing to work with -- once Adrian expresses his desires verbally, answers the question properly, he kisses him fully (if briefly) on the lips again -- a reward, maybe, for the directness, and he presses the tube of liquid into his hand. At least it's straightfoward enough, how to open it.

Since he'd asked for it before, he presumes Adrian knows how to use it. He settles back in the coffin, half-propped on his elbows as he watches the vampire. He's still achingly hard, considering the relatively few drinks he's had and the fierce way that he desires right now, and he grins.

"Then come here."

The kiss is almost too short, and he wants to chase after it, but he doesn't and he struggles to remain patient. He's used to just-- taking when it gets this far, but he wants to be good for Trevor.

The bottle is easy enough to open, and he hesitates a moment before he rubs the lubrication over his fingers curiously. Adrian pauses and looks over Trevor, feeling almost overwhelmed with how the mercenary looks, leaning back and looking smug with himself, his cock hard and his legs spread out and-- and it's a lot, but he likes what he sees.

He really, really needs to fuck this man.

Adrian swoops in, ducking his head down to steal a kiss from Trevor, shuddering against his mouth. Like an afterthought, he rubs his index finger over the mercenary's entrance, leaving behind a bit of the lube before he's carefully pushing his finger in. It's... hot, hotter than anyone else he'd claimed. But he doesn't feel like he's claiming Trevor at all, but sharing something instead.

The image that he puts on of himself for Adrian is, admittedly, partly for his benefit -- he returns the kiss more than willingly, and as that cool finger presses to his entrance he moans openly, squirming down against the sensation.

"Ah -- 's good."

It's been a ... while since he's been on this end of things, but it's never been something he dislikes -- more something that rarely came up, given his particular build and body-type. He curls a hand up over Adrian's hips, stroking lightly over the sensitive skin there.

He's determined to give Adrian -- whatever this is, for tonight, whatever might come tomorrow.

"Good," Adrian breathes out, smiling faintly, watching how Trevor takes him. Slowly, his finger pushes in, just enough until he's up to his knuckle. It's... smoother than he's used to, but then again this is proper lubrication and he wants to treat him right.

He sighs, a small tremble passing through him at the hand tracing over sensitive skin, not even realizing that it would feel good. Breathing in, Adrian focuses back to Trevor, how he looks, how his finger is curled up into the mercenary. This part he does know, and he crooks his finger, gently pressing for the most sensitive part inside.

Adrian wants desperately to know how he'll feel wrapped around his cock. It's hard to be patient, but he will.

It's almost as if something is magnifying this, and maybe it's the long-term connection that they have that's doing it -- but when Adrian watches him like that, he can't help but arch up more aggressively at the touch, at the feeling.

He hits the spot inside him just right and he breathes out a moan, moves to slide a hand up into Adrian's hair to pull him in for another kiss, to silently let him know that he's ready for more. At this point, he almost feels like he could beg for it, but he knows the proper preparation is important, especially if they're both going to enjoy this.

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