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Who: Trevor Belmont and others
When: first half of the month prior to the event
Where: various places
What: mostly planned things with cr but also an open prompt concerning the doll quest
Warnings: Trevor being Trevor, blood drinking, monster fighting, other things tbd

dolly mine quest

[ Early in the evening on this particular night, if you happen to be taking a stroll nearby a certain toy store, you might happen to spot a little set-up that's been done some ways from the store on the cobblestone path. There's a table, four chairs, small little cups with saucers, and a teapot placed in the center of the table. All miniatures. If you're thinking tea party? You'd be thinking right. And who loves tea parties? Dolls love tea parties. It's a cute little set-up. How could any doll resist coming over to have some tea?

But near that little set-up is also a box. Yeah. A really BIG BOX that's tilted on an angle with a stick propping it up... angled to drop down over the little tea party and catch some dolls. How? With the near invisible string that's tied around the stick propping the up the box and runs up up up all the way to the building beside the toy store with a head peeking over the side. No, not a doll head. A vampire's head. Who, just so happens to spot someone strolling by his trap. ]

Psst! Get away from that! You'll scare the dolls off!

[ That sure is Trevor now-a-vampire-but-still-a Belmont shouting in a whisper at you. ]

other things?
(( if you'd like to do something specific with Trevor, feel free to shoot me a PM or a PP at escaflownes on plurk and we can work something out! o/ ))

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[ Oh, when he rocks back like that... fuck if that just doesn't encourage Trevor to give it to him hard.

Hands grasp those slender hips of his and he pulls Hector back onto his cock with every thrust he gives him. Deep. Hard. Lost in the way the faun holds tight to his cock every time he pulls a bit out and how eagerly he swallows it back up when he plunges back in. It's nice. It's tight. It's warm and Trevor just moans as he tosses his head back, eyes shut tight in the bliss of fucking Hector from behind like this and practically feeling his blood pumping through his veins beneath the tips of his fingers. ]

That's it, keep taking it. This is all yours tonight, Hector.

[ His voice is laced with a smooth yet heavy desire and the grip of his fingers on those slender hips is practically bruising. He smacks against Hector from behind with heavy thrusts, pushing him into the cushions of the couch and he lolls his head back down with a smile, letting a hand smooth over the small of his back. ]

Show me how much you love it.

[Hector is lost in the frenzy, eyes fully dilated, heart racing, face shoved down into the couch and ass up, rocking back against Trevor's cock like his life depends on it.]

Yes, I love it, fuck!

[In the frantic heat of the moment, he'll do whatever Trevor orders. He arches his back and with every backwards motion Trevor makes to ready himself for another thrust, Hector tightens his muscles and grips him tighter. He moans, unabashed, and it comes out undulating like the bleating of a sheep. Fuck, he's heard Everett do that when he's losing control, but it's the first time it's happened to Hector.]

Need it, need your cock, s-so close...

[Hector sneaks his hand between his legs so he can finally give his leaking cock some attention as Trevor pounds him toward the edge.]

[ At least he knows what's to come now when he drinks horny faun blood? Silver lining but also something he can't really give too much of a shit about for the moment. The sounds and filth that spills from Hector's mouth is all he wants and cares about in this moment here between them and god if he doesn't feel so good wrapped around his cock like he is.

He stretches over the faun, muscles taut as hand grip tight to the arm of the couch and cushions, lips brushing over a shoulder with a grin. ]

I'm going to fill you up for being such a good little faun to me. Would you like that? Being filled with vampire cum and knowing it's because of you?

[ His words are hot against Hector's skin, fangs grazing over the slope between his neck and shoulder and piercing skin just enough to draw a little bit of blood. Not too much, he's already drank tonight. But just enough to lap at his tongue with and oh how he hums at how nice that tastes on his tongue.

He pulls back from towering over Hector and really fucks him hard then. Relentless in how he pushes him into the couch, the sounds of how hard skin smacks against skin so lewd and dirty that Trevor can't help but grin at the sight. Just a little more, Hector. Show him how much you want to cum all over your hand here on the couch. ]

Yeeesssss, god, give it to me!

[He's gripping his cock feverishly, trying to keep up with Trevor's brutal pace. Fuck's he's going to be a mess when this is done-- thrice-bitten neck, bruised hips, and vampire cum leaking out of him.

He's being a good faun for Trevor, taking that vampire cock like he was made for it. He's a good pet and Trevor knows it, and that's the last coherent thought he has before Trevor's fucking forces him over the edge.

He cums hard, tensing and moaning out a long, inarticulate cry of ecstasy. He screws his eyes shut, and fights to keep his hips raised high while every part of him wants to go boneless against the couch, so that Trevor can keep using him. He's a good little faun, and he's going to get his vampire's reward for it.]

[ When Hector finally can't take anymore and gives in, Trevor just grins like the smug vampire bastard he is. He's feeling so pleased with the mess that he's made Hector unravel himself into is short-lived, however, as pale fingers grip sharply at those slender hips and with a few more hard strokes of his cock inside that eager hole, he reaches his own end and growls as he cums deep inside the faun, filling him up just as he said he would.

Eyes burn bright and red, nails cutting little crescent moons into the faun's hips and he gasps finally as he slumps over Hector some, a hand stretched out to grasp at the couch for a moment. Fucking hell was that both good and needed. Reaching down, fingers pluck the bottle of beer off the floor and, downing the rest of it, he pulls back then, watching the way his cock springs out of Hector before he flops back against the other end of the couch and just... lays there. Satisfied. ]

Fuck.

[Hector slouches down into the cushions, panting.]

Fuck. [He says in agreement. Eloquent, these two are.

There's a few quiet moments of just basking in being so thoroughly well-fucked. He needed this so badly. Who knew Belmont had it in him? Jesus Fucking Christ.

His muscles tremble as he begins to cool down, and he...wants the gentle, blue-eyed Trevor back. Getting fucked hard like that is great, but now that the feeling of too-hot fullness is fading, he's so empty.

He lifts his head and turns, slowly to keep the scabs forming at his neck from opening.]

Belmont, could you...[~~pat my head and tell me I did good~~] help bandage me up?

[He can ask for that, at least.]

[ The high from the blood and the falling into those more sensual vampire desires within him slowly beginning to fade, he lets his bright red gaze fall onto the faun before a lazy smile is given and he comes to pull himself up into a sitting position. Cock hanging out. Whatever. ]

Where do you keep the bandages?

Kitchen counter. I left them out.

[This wasn't the direction Hector expected this night to go, but the biting, at least, he'd been prepared for.

He starts to sit up, feels the cum dribbling out of his hole, and flops back down with a groan.]

Grab a towel, too. [Trevor's eyes are still red, predatory. Hector isn't sure how much he can demand of this Trevor Belmont. So he adds,] ...please.

[ With a hum, Trevor comes to stand and takes a moment to tuck himself back into his pants since they'd only been dragged down to the knees and all. He glances down to the faun, red eyes dulling some in their brightness, before he makes his leave to fetch the items that had been asked of him, humming a little tune to himself as he goes.

When he returns, he drops the towel down atop Hector's head, the bandages held within his hand and he flops down onto the couch with a puff of a sigh, head knocking back as he just... sits there for a moment before turning to gesture Hector closer. ]

C'mere then.

[Trevor's humming, and he drops the towel on Hector's head. It's...playful. He's...not like the vampires Hector knew. Hector's lips twitch up into a smile.

He fishes the towel from his horns and wipes at the mess of cum that streaks his lower half. It'll do until he can shower off later.

Trevor beckons him, and Hector pushes himself up and scoots over to the vampire. He leans into Trevor's side with a sigh.]

[ Blue gently begins to bleed over the red that covers his eyes as he continues to fall down from that high he had been on earlier. It's... usually like this, he's coming to find. That it takes a little bit for those "sinful desires" to mellow out within him and the feral vampire within to be soothed with what it's been given.

So it's why he's a little more careful in how he handles Hector then in bandaging his neck up, much like he had done the last time. ]

Didn't take too much, did I?

[Hector hums, letting his eyes close as he relaxes into Trevor.]

No. It was...good. Just right.

[Hector's probably going to collapse when Trevor leaves, but it's good, being so exhausted while the moon is this full. He'll sleep deeply tonight.]

You feeling full now?

[Hector's completely sated, and maybe if Trevor is too, they could do it again sometime.]

Mm, that's good. I worry sometimes I might take too much.

[ Just, you know, casual talk after ALL OF THAT. Yep.

With the bandages wrapped gently but securely around Hector's neck, just as before, he fastens it in a way that shouldn't let it unravel and lets the tips of his fingers brush over his handiwork, making sure it doesn't bleed through.

Leaning back, he tilts his head as he looks to the faun's neck and smiles a bit then, the red being more less in his eyes now. ]

For now at least. [ He leans off to the side to drop the bandages down and looks about for his shirt. Where in the fuck did that go... ] Your neck shouldn't be too bad since it was the other side this time.

Human bodies have more blood than you'd think.

[Trevor's fingers on his neck are careful and soothing, and Hector's bandaged up far too quickly. He runs a hand up Trevor's bare torso, without intent. Just feeling the cool, scarred skin.]

Yes, we should keep alternating... next time you come over.

[If Trevor wants to keep this up, once the effects of the full moon wear off. Hector is probing, trying to figure out where they stand, in the wake of ALL OF THAT.]

[ He bends over to pluck his shirt off the floor once he spots it, Hector's touch against his pale skin noted but he's not pushed away or anything. Rather, he gets a curious look as he shakes his shirt out, sitting up again. ]

You want me to drink your blood that much?

[ It's said with a raised brow but an amused sound leaving his lips all the same, tugging his shirt on over his head then. ]

You'll end up being like my bonded then with me relying just on you. I don't want to wear either of you out with drinking so much. I heal faster than the both of you apparently.

[Hector's hand drops as Trevor starts dressing to leave.]

I didn't mean soon. Just...whenever you want another drink. If the arrangement's still acceptable.

[He pulls away and lifts his hips so he can tug his pants back up. They are both equally as casual and Hector is fine if Trevor just walks out. He's not Trevor's bonded, not even his friend. He doesn't know what they are. But he can't expect anything from the Belmont, other than what they've agreed to. An exchange of blood.]

If you need more than you're willing to take from your bonded and from me, you'll have to find more donors. That's up to you.

[ Adjusting his shirt some, he watches Hector carefully as he speaks, eyes having gone back to blue completely more or less. When you're a vampire, spending the night isn't really a thing you do. The night is the only time you can be out after all. ]

Two should be fine. It's not like I have to drink from either of you every day or anything.

[ Thankfully. But as he straightens up some on the couch, he lets his gaze linger on the faun for a moment before he reaches out and lets the backs of his fingers gently brush over the bandage there on his neck. ]

You going to be ok?

Right. So it'll be fine. I'll keep plenty of iron in my diet.

[Right. The key is to be practical. He doesn't expect Trevor to stay, not really. He's just...been spoiled by how tactile his fellow fauns have been. It's just a matter of re-calibrating his brain. There's no reason Trevor shouldn't leave. If Hector needs cuddling, that's what his dogs are for.]

You didn't hurt me, Belmont. No need to worry. I'll need a day before I try to lift that ax, but other than that, you've patched me up good as new.

[ Trevor may be an idiot at times, but that doesn't mean he's ALWAYS an idiot. But, if Hector says he's fine, he's not about to press it any and so, he just hums then as he pushes himself up to stand. ]

If you say so.

[ As he moves past the faun, he drops a hand down to his head to give him a gentle pat or two before he slips past, arms stretching out and neck cracking from side to side. The night is still relatively young at least. ]

You need anything before I head out?

[There's the blue-eyed Trevor, the human Trevor, back at last. He pats Hector on the head, such a simple gesture, and Hector feels that rush of warmth that always comes when someone pets him. It's so casual and reassuring. Of course he'll be back. And if Hector asked for something, Trevor would see to it.

He shakes his head, slowly. Their alliance is still tentative. Fragile. He shouldn't put strain on it for stupid, superfluous things, not when Belmont's already given him so much. He's going to ache wonderfully for days from the pounding Trevor gave him.]

I'll be alright. Lock the door on your way out? [Because, you know, wouldn't want any monsters getting in.]

[ No, wouldn't want any of that at all.

It's with making sure he has everything on him (not like he stripped completely naked or anything) that he turns then to make his way for the door, but not without looking back over his shoulder to cast a glance in the faun's direction again before he leaves. ]

Don't stay up too late.

Oh? No 'stay out of trouble'? What, you decide you like my brand of trouble, Belmont?

[And there they are, returning to the ribbing, just like everything is normal between them. Is it normal? Fuck if Hector knows. But he can pretend like it is, and maybe he can make it true.]

[ THAT gets him to stop right as he's at the door. Arm resting against the frame of it, he grins as he looks back to Hector. ]

Didn't think you'd be going off to find trouble tonight. But, if you are? Don't.

Don't worry. I'm full up on trouble for one evening.

[He'll go right to bed like a good little faun. He lies back on the couch and says more quietly, in parting:]

...have a good night.

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