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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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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.

Usually, in these situations, he has his partner pinned down in some way, so focused on being fast and finishing quickly that he has never really watched someone like this. The way that Trevor arches, pushing down onto his finger, unabashedly enjoying himself. It doesn't do anything to hide the pink on Adrian's face, but he does really like watching him.

He grunts in interest at his hair being pulled at such an angle, and he follows Trevor's guidance into the kiss, humming pleasantly against him. Drawing his hand back, he starts to press two fingers inside, quietly marveling at how it feels, how Trevor takes him in.

It feels so careful and he likes it. It's foolish, but he never really considered sex like this before.

Trevor's satisfied for the moment at pouring at least some of his pent-up lust into the kiss, the fingers in Adrian's hair coming to stroke through the blonde locks rather than to continue to be rough with them. He murmurs his approval at the addition of the second finger against the vampire's lips, reaching to the side for the bottle of lube to spread some of the stuff onto his hand before he's sliding a large, rough hand between them to once again wrap around Adrian's length, slicking him thoroughly.

If that's not a signal, well -- he's not sure what is. It might be a little premature, still, but he does't want to wait any longer, not with the way that he's waiting to be filled, almost aching.

The sudden sensation of Trevor's hand being slick and practically gliding over his cock is enough to make Adrian break out of the kiss with a startled gasp and moan. He knows the purpose of course, but it still surprises him, his face flushing furiously, immediately distracted. "Oh," he whispers, as if he never counted on this feeling so good before.

But, he knows that Trevor isn't slicking him with selfless intent, and he understands that. Swallowing, Adrian pulls his fingers free, hesitantly pressing his palms over Trevor's hips.

"Ready then?"

He senses that hesitation, if only because Adrian seems strangely enough to have his emotions written on his face. Trevor sighs pleasantly at the hands on his hips, his fingers still wrapped around Adrian's hard length, and goes so far as to roll his hips forward, to start to guide him forward.

"More than ready." And that's true; he's eager for it, the sensation of the stretch and the idea of sharing that intimacy with Adrian, specifically.

Another sharp breath, and he finds himself aligned properly with Trevor's help. It's hard to wait, and he thinks that Trevor understands that too. So, he gives his hips a light squeeze and he starts to work the head of his cock into Trevor.

It's-- tight, not that he's expected anything different, but it's all that he can think of. Tight and warm and gripping him snugly, even if he's barely inside yet. Slowly, he continues, much easier with the slick that Trevor had rubbed over him. It's such a simple thing, but he notices it.

And he doesn't want to hurt Trevor or rush it. He wants to feel him. All of him.

Each and every movement that Adrian makes sends small sparks up his spine and he shudders, the cool invasion completely different and yet very welcome. His other hand curls up to the curve of Adrian's neck, strokes callused fingers over the smooth skin.

It's so rarely like this -- not because it's gentle or careful, but because there's such a connection between them. It would usually mean seeing someone more than once, a luxury he can't afford -- but he'd be able to, wouldn't he? So long as the Geese were contracted, at least. Trevor pushes that thought from his mind, though, and focuses on the welcome fullness he's eager to feel.

Eventually, he bottoms out, and he truly feels Trevor this time, completely enveloping him and it's so snug. Adrian looks down, seeing how Trevor takes him and-- oh, he can't help but jerk a little, thrilled by how Trevor looks, taking him in.

But even more than that, there is that connection, what he can't deny. He likes Trevor, likes how he treats Adrian. He almost feels like a person, not a delicate object or a weapon trying to be molded.

Adrian hesitantly reaches out, taking Trevor's hand. "You're all right?"

The feeling of Adrian's hips pressed against him, the knowledge that he couldn't possibly be any closer to the vampire in this moment -- it's fascinating in the same breath that it's overwhelming -- not in a terrible way, but in a way he has never really felt before.

Then the vampire's fingers are curled in his and he squeezes carefully, letting out a breathless groan in response to the question.

"God...fuck, yes."

It's something else, to hear how much Trevor is breathless and enjoying himself. He turns his head, nervous lips finding Trevor's fingers, kissing them.

Slowly, he draws his hips back, then presses back in with a strained groan.

"You-- feel so good."

Those soft lips against his fingers are such a small thing, but even the smallest details right now seem glaringly obvious to him -- the way this must be something Adrian isn't used to, and the ache in his chest it causes him to think that might be the case.

"Then don't -- don't stop."

He knows what it's like to feel an absence of affection, of being valued -- and he's been fighting against it for himself for so long, it's only natural for him to want the same for Adrian. That's what he tells himself, at least.

He draws his free hand up to curl over Adrian's chest, fingers chasing the rough-smooth divide between the scar and the rest of his skin as the vampire starts to move.

"I won't."

It's a passing, perhaps naive and foolish thought, but he does think to himself that he would give this man the fucking world if he suddenly asked him to right now. He knows that this is-- just sex but it's really good and feels so oddly intimate. Perhaps because of their coincidental histories, perhaps just because he does like this man, maybe it's the drink.

But it does feel like he's honest with that thought, even if it's quick to reach such a conclusion.

The touch to his chest makes Adrian jerk a little, mostly just out of surprise. He doesn't mind it, trusts Trevor with all of him, and he relaxes with a sigh before he's rumbling deep in his chest. The vampire draws his hips back before he rolls back into Trevor, the pace less uncertain and more consistent, languid and easy. He'd like to fuck him harder, but he refuses to possibly bring this man to harm.

That's a dangerous amount of power to give to a Belmont, Adrian -- but Trevor can't know what the vampire is thinking right now, and he's far more laser-focused on how Adrian is making him feel than what might be on his mind, at least for now.

As the pace settles, he settles his hand on the vampire's hip and brings the other up to tangle in his hair again, to drag him down so their lips touch once more. He does murmur, lips against Adrian's cheek, "I'm not going to break that easy," before he's devouring his mouth again, eager to press into something more urgent as the pleasure starts to coil at the base of his spine.

The most often sensation of anyone's hand in his hair was to pull him along, forcing him to go somewhere when he occasionally wanted to fight back. But with Trevor, it's nice, almost soft, even when his fingers are tangled into curls and waves it doesn't feel like it's just another leash to tug. He likes how the fingers stroke through, and he sighs easily into kissing Trevor, breathing out sharply when their lips part and Trevor's voice is against his cheek.

A tremor passes through him, the thrill of the idea that he could go harder. He knows that Trevor has lived a rough life of a mercenary, his scars telling and his history familiar to vampires. He isn't weak, his family was never weak.

A more eager growl presses into Trevor's mouth, fangs dragging against flesh but not piercing. Adrian slides his arms around Trevor, keeping him snug and close, their chests touching before he starts to roll into him harder like an impending storm. The way he bucks is eager, wanting to feel Trevor's moans against his lips, wanting to make him feel good other than just chasing after his own orgasm.

He wants so badly to fuck this man. To have him, to know he's made him drown in pleasure. He's never wanted that with a partner before.

And there -- that's what he'd been hoping for, to coax out of Adrian. Just a hair less control with the understanding that he can take it; one of his own arms wraps around the vampire's neck as he starts to fuck him in earnest and ragged, uneven breaths press out from his throat.

Just a little less proud than he might've been if he'd not been secure enough to make friends, he pants out against Adrian's lips. "Please," more, deeper, anything at this moment, because even though he knows the dangers of falling into bed with a vampire, maybe that's part of the thrill.

No, it's more than that -- it's that he thinks he knows Adrian wouldn't hurt him irreversibly. Even the fangs against his lips are nothing but pleasant pressure right now, another thread of ecstasy that he can blend into the tangled mess he's already falling into. He squirms, shifts the angle until it's just-so and every thrust from Adrian brings him closer to finishing.

If everything else hadn't been enough, it drives him wild to hear Trevor say that to him in such a breathless voice. "Yes," he snarls in return, fully driven. Adrian is going to make sure that Trevor finishes first.

One arm remains around Trevor, determined to keep him close and flush, basking in the heat rolling off of his body. The other hand manages to squeeze between them, his fingers finding Trevor's cock, squeezing it gently before stroking fervently, thumbing at the head and just wanting so badly to please him.

His mouth finds Trevor's again, kissing furiously, wanting to bruise if he can't bite him. Wanting to do whatever he can to leave his mark in some way. Adrian growls against him, beastly, fucking him hard and enough that his thighs slap against Trevor's skin, the sound almost echoing in the room.

Adrian won't have to wait long, because all the sensations flooding through his body -- the vampire's dick filling him, those slender fingers wrapped around him and touching him so exquisitely, and then the sudden knowledge that heis going to bruise at this rate -- they come to a head quickly and Trevor moans heavily into Adrian's mouth, hips twitching and arm tight around the vampire's neck as he comes, hard.

That doesn't mean he stops responding to Adrian's thrusts, though, even as his hand digs just slightly into his shoulder for purchase. He's still lifting his hips to respond to every thrust he can, delighting in the way he's stretched and now buzzing with endorphins.

Between their bodies, he feels the cum splash against his skin. That, too, is pleasantly hot, and he can barely process it. He's never focused so hard on someone else before, and in turn, he feels Trevor clench and squeeze over him delightfully, sending shocks of pleasure up and down his spine.

And Trevor isn't stopping. He keeps rolling his hips over Adrian, making sure that he's tended to in turn. Adrian doesn't-- know how to deal with that, how to deal with all of this, but he knows he likes it.

When he does come, he drives up into Trevor a few more times, each motion harder than the last before he finally finishes, settling in deep inside and coming. The noise Adrian makes is a wrenched moan, unable to really process just how good everything's been. He shudders and buries his face into Trevor's shoulder.

When he feels Adrian come inside him, buried deep, he finally stills in his rocking. He brings his hand up to the back of Adrian's neck again to gather the vampire closer once he presses his face in, trying to catch his own breath.

It's certainly far too much, this whole evening -- too unexpected in the best of ways, and he turns his head to the side and presses a few kisses up the curve of Adrian's jaw, up to his cheek.

Even for Trevor Belmont, it's going to take a few moments for him to have anything to say, smart or not.

A soft groan escapes Adrian at the feeling of Trevor's lips across his skin. He tilts his head, letting him reach whatever skin he'd like, settling his arms around Trevor's waist to relax.

Unsurprisingly, such aftercare is unique to him as well. He doesn't quite know what to make of it, but he submits easily to the attention, absently tracing his fingertips over Trevor's back.

"Is it..." He trails off, hesitant. "Is it always like this? Normally."

Adrian knows he has no real idea what normal is like.

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