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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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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.

"Mm," he manages eventually, stretching his back up into the light touches until his spine makes a satisfying crack, "not normally, no."

There's been a handful of times that have come close, maybe -- times when he's actually felt close to the person he was fucking... "And not the first time." He strokes his fingers over Adrian's collarbone, over his shoulder, and wonders in the back of his mind whether sleeping in a coffin is as uncomfortable as he's predicting it's going to be.

He doesn't really plan on moving until Adrian boots him out, after all.

That is actually much more comforting than he was expecting. To know that this is different, even for Trevor.

As gently as he can manage it, he slips out of Trevor, sighing at the loss of his heat wrapping around him. He closes his eyes, letting him touch as he'd like.

"What is it supposed to be, then?"

Trevor can't help the soft chuckle; he turns his head to nuzzle into Adrian's hair.

"Oh, I don't think anyone in their right mind would complain about it being like this every time. Most people just aren't that lucky." Now that the vampire has slipped out of him, he shifts to settle an arm around Adrian's waist in turn.

Lucky. He doesn't think he's really ever been, not until he was found, not until he made his way into Hellsing. Not until now, luckily uniting with someone so unexpected.

Adrian shifts so that the two of them fit into the coffin better. Not that he can sleep; he hasn't really been able to in a long time, and certainly can't right now.

"Then I'm glad," he says quietly. "Would you... do this again with me? Sometime."

For now, at least, Trevor's content. The overall stickiness between them does remind him of something, but he has to settle Adrian's mind first, he's sure.

He leans in to kiss Adrian once, lightly, before he draws back and answers. "Shit, I'd very much like to do that again with you. Maybe even with a proper date beforehand."

He glances sidelong out of the coffin. "We ought to clean up, though. Wouldn't want to ruin your ... bed?"

The kiss is so light and soft, making Adrian smile before be ducks his head sheepishly. He's allowed to decide when he bathes, allowed to have his own space. Sometimes it's easy to forget.

"You're right." Adrian slips his hand into Trevor's, helping the both of them up. "This way."

Through another door is his personal shower. There's an unused toilet, but present for, evidently, visitors. Not unlike Trevor, really.

For what it's worth, despite the fact that the Geese aren't known for their cleanliness, a real shower is always something Trevor appreciates. They just don't always get them out in the field, all right?

He lets himself be led into the bathroom, decides not to mention the pristine condition of the toilet, and moves to start setting up the water to the shower to warm.

"So you ... drink wine, yeah, do you eat what the rest of us do, too? For, you know, date planning purposes."

"I... don't know. I don't think I can," Adrian admits. "But I don't remember ever trying human food at any point. We could try?"

Date. Date planning. That is a thing that's actually going to happen. He's read only one romance novel ever, and it wasn't very good, but he likes the idea? It seems nice, but he quietly worries he wouldn't be good at it.

Though he steps into the shower, he waits for Trevor to join him as well. "You really want to do that. Take me to a date." Adrian sounds likes he's not bothered but rather just trying to wrap his head around the idea.

"Maybe we'll try out a cracker or two before we leave." Because he doesn't think -- whatever Adrian's reaction might be to eating food would be the best thing to bring it in public if his plan is to not embarrass the vampire.

Trevor steps into the shower behind the other man, brings his hands to lightly rest on either side of Adrian's shoulders with a soft chuckle. "I'm sure it shocks you to know that I actually like going out and doing things other than participating in mercenary missions."

"That would probably be wise." Adrian is in quiet agreement; he'd rather not end up being sick by trying something he shouldn't.

But there is a bit of giddiness in knowing that Trevor actually wants to take him somewhere? In the bits of his memories, he thinks that courting has been a thing of the past, but he can't recall ever experiencing it himself. Not that he can recall a lot.

He breathes in just at the warm hands on his shoulders, and he gradually reaches up to touch one of Trevor's hands. "Maybe a little. But I know I like to read and... that's about it, I suppose. You know yourself better than I know myself." Quietly, he murmurs, "You know me better than I know myself."

Trevor spreads his fingers and carefully takes Adrian's hand in his own, over the vampire's shoulder. He settles in closer, resting his forehead against the back of the blonde's neck.

"Still, I don't know a lot." He frowns to himself where Adrian can't see; he knows the easiest way to get the vampire's memories back, and it -- well, it involves breaching one of the very things he'd spoken about never doing again just this evening: going back to Romania.

He rubs one hand absently across Adrian's ribs, teasing forward to rest against firm stomach muscles. God, he really is too handsome for his own good. It's distracting, even now.

The closeness is nice, it's soft and it's warm; comforting, in a way. Something he thinks he could very easily fall into. The Wild Geese are still a group of ruffians and scoundrels, but he does like Trevor anyway.

"I didn't even know where I was from," he says a bit wryly. "You've... given me something incredibly important, Trevor. Thank you."

The contact makes him hum, pleased, enjoying the attention. Hesitantly, he turns his head, placing a kiss to Trevor's cheek.

"...I guess you're right about that." Just that tiny bit more willing to take praise at face value, this Belmont. He chuckles, the hand on Adrian's hip applying very light pressure in hopes of getting the vampire to turn and face him more properly again.

"You've already given me more than enough thanks, anyway." Pleasant company could go a long way in Trevor's books -- any of the Geese's books, honestly -- and Adrian's pleasant in spades, it seems.

It wouldn't be hard to fight against Trevor's hand, but he follows his guidance anyway, turning and facing the mercenary once more. He slowly reaches out, draping his arms around Trevor's shoulders. He should properly clean, but he wants to bask just a bit more with him under the warm spray of water.

"I suppose it just seems massive in comparison to what I've had before," he confesses softly. "But I'm still grateful, nonetheless."

This time, he does press in for a kiss on Trevor's lips.

"I'm sure once you end up in Romania and remember how the whole place smells vaguely like damp potatoes, you'll be far less grateful."

He leans into the kiss without hesitation, draws back after a moment with a slight grin. "I admit, though -- this whole after-sex bit, it's usually more slapdash than this."

He gives Adrian's hip a gentle squeeze. "Not a complaint."

"Do you think we will?" he asks, looking startled. "Go to Romania, I mean."

Not that he's eager for the scent of damp potatoes, but if there was a way to reclaim his old self-- he wonders.

"I..." Adrian ducks his head a little. "If I found someone willing in Millennium, it was fast. Hardly anything, but a quick mount. ...We might as well have been dogs, I suppose. But I like this much more."

"Ah, I mean..."

He rubs his neck. He's stepped in it again, hasn't he?

"There's a good chance we could end up near enough that you could always hop across, right? Especially if it would help with your memories." It would help with his loyalty too, Trevor would argue.

He pauses, considering, and then places his hand on Adrian's shoulder again. "Lean your head back into the water and get it wet. I'll wash you up."

The aversion to Millennium seems sign enough to him: Trevor doesn't want to discuss it, which he can't blame the man for. So he glances down and keeps that in mind, nodding once before he leans his head back.

"I suppose so," he murmurs. "If Alucard gives his permission, we could try."

And they are bound to travel plenty.

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