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[closed] oh he hates him so much

Who: Trevor Belmont and Hector
When: early part of the month
Where: The Coven and wherever else
What: Bonding things
Warnings: Trevor being Trevor, swearing, possible blood drinking, nsfw shenanigans

[ The sun is coming to set when Trevor makes his way to The Coven and it's a little strange to find himself here again. He's only ever been here a grand total of three times and all for Bond purposes but... that's pretty much why anyone comes here, right? Unless you're a witch, he supposes, but. Who knows there. Does Alucard even do spell stuff?? He feels like he should know the answer to that but, then again, the blond still seems to have some hang ups on being the very thing his mother was accused of being and paid the ultimate price for at the hands of the fucking Church which is full of shit as far as he's concerned. So, he gets it. But it's also almost been a year since they've both found themselves here and so, you know, he just figures the blond would have moved on by now. But it's different for everyone.

And why is he even thinking of this in the first place??

Right. The Coven. For witches and Bonds and things.

He's set to meet Hector here and he knows the faun won't keep him waiting since he figures Hector probably has some THOUGHTS about the witches and all here himself; just look how long it took him to be willing to Bond after all. So, with cloak wrapped around him to look like a bad vampire bitch (or something...) he arrives with a short wave to the faun when he spots him and no, he didn't dress up for this or anything. This is Trevor Belmont ok? But at least he doesn't look like a damn mess?? There's that. For now. ]

Just so you know, I didn't prepare any sort of speech or anything for this because it's fucking weird no matter how many times I do it.

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[On Hector's end, there's no hesitation. He rises up to kiss Trevor again.]

Now I'm curious. I wonder if it'll feel different for me, too.

[Part horny faun, part mad scientist. He tugs on Trevor's hand]

Come on. I promised you a drink, and I can't start breaking vows to my bonded on night one.

[ Not about to let himself be left behind, he follows along after Hector with a bit of a smile on his lips as he goes. The fact that Hector is always so willing to offer him his blood when he needs or wants it is... appreciated, among other things. Funny to think they've somehow managed to find themselves here now and Bonded now, too, no less. ]

I imagine you might feel whatever it is I feel maybe. From drinking your blood. Maybe.

[ Berserker's never seemed to really mention anything about that... but then again, they both usually end up screwing whenever blood drinking happens, so. Who knows. ]

[To be fair, a lot of Hector and Trevor's drinking sessions also end in screwing. But there's a rush of excitement at the prospect of feeling what it is like from Trevor's end. Hector has no desire to be a vampire, but he'd love to know.]

That's fascinating.

[It's a nice enough night, Hector's tempted to find some secluded garden and try it here and now. But no, it's their bonding night, he should probably offer Trevor a bed and at least pretend he's not an absolute heathen. He is going to walk faster, though.]

[ Hector could, you know, always just ASK his vampire bonded to hurry them back since he can run fast and all. JUST SAYIN. But he's quick to follow along and even raises a brow as he notices the sudden quickness in those little faun steps and he can't help but chuckle a bit at noticing. ]

I... should probably also warn you. Or- tell you, I guess.

[ Since they're Bonded and all now. ]

I can... sometimes... turn into a giant bat. Man. A bat that's also a man. It's usually not a problem or anything just... I sometimes get a little... playful around my Bonded in that state.

[ No, he hasn't had sex with any of them in that form but he sure does know he thinks about it sometimes. ]

[~~Trevor Belmont is Castlevania Batman, confirmed 9/28/2020.~~

Hector fully stops. How is he just hearing about this now?]

Can you do it on command? Could you turn into it right now?

[Curiosity/delight/excitement may not be the cocktail of emotions Trevor was expecting, but they sure are what he's getting. He needs to assess what he's working with before he starts to tackle what Trevor means by 'playful'.]

[ Leave it to Hector to be a monster fucker... likes getting fucked by monsters?? Whatever you want to call it. But when Hector stops, Trevor stops and he blinks a couple times as he takes in those questions and simultaneously FEELS those things. ]

The full moon usually helps? At least that's when I've done it before. That's why I try to drink before the full moon happens. The first time I couldn't control it at all and it hurt like a son of a bitch turning into it.

[ It was... not fun. At all. ]

But I haven't really practiced with it much. It's not every month it happens.

[Oh, one of those transformations that hurts. Damn.]

Next time it happens, come show me. I want to see it.

[Part of it is just professional curiosity about the type of night creature Trevor Belmont would make. And yes, part of him needs to assess the fuckability of this monster, in case Trevor's really downplaying what he means when he says 'playful'. Hector's not saying it's a no...]

If we're doing full disclosure, apparently I can turn full sheep? It hasn't happened yet, but I've heard some other fauns mention getting blackout drunk on full moon nights and spending some time as a goat or a deer or whatever.

[So in case Hector didn't get into enough trouble as a faun, there's also the option of him turning into a fully-defenseless animal, whoops.]

Well if you want some giant bat man thing either sniffing your head and clumsily petting your hair like I did with Alucard or chase after you for the thrill of it like I did with Ciaran then, sure. I can show you.

[ CAN'T SAY HE HASN'T BEEN WARNED!!

But when Hector fills him in on that little nugget of information there, he blinks over to him as they continue to go. Monsters change into things, sure. Nothing new there. But he's never heard of someone turning into a sheep before. ]

So basically keep even more of an eye on you when that happens. Got it.

[ Because he can only imagine how many bigger and pushier monsters might feel at seeing what could be described as a snack trotting along. ]

Good. Try to do the petting, not the chasing, if possible.

[Hector trusts Trevor not to hurt him, even when he's in monster form, but he also has prey instincts. Hard to study Trevor's man-bat form if he's having a panic attack.

He shrugs.]

Like I said, it hasn't happened yet. But yes, if you ever see a sheep roaming around my house, don't let anything happen to it.

[Hopefully there will never come a day when they meet man-bat to sheep, which would just be a big fucking mess.

They keep walking, getting closer to Hector's cottage.]

Does your giant bat form fly? Just so I know whether to expect you to swoop down on me next full moon.

Yep.

[ He is so very serious yet somewhat playful in how he says that. ]

I can't really talk though. Or... maybe I can, I don't know. Point is, I get playful and like to chase people around. Maybe it's a hunting thing. But I haven't eaten anyone the few times it's happened. Mostly because I make sure to keep myself fed.

[ Because he'd feel like shit if he lost control in that form and ended up eating someone or brutally harming them. ]

Maybe I should put a bell on you next full moon. It works on cats.

[Then, at least, Hector won't get caught off his guard when a playful giant bat swoops down on him. He reaches up and gives Trevor's hair a teasing ruffle so he doesn't take anything Hector says too seriously. As if that were a concern.]

I'm not worried. Even if you were hungry, you wouldn't hurt me.

[Hector's known enough homicidal monsters to be certain Trevor isn't one of them. He is safe with Trevor, and that is why he's here with him now.]

[ WELL. He likes to think he isn't a homicidal monster?? So at least Hector feels the same there.

However, when they come up to the cottage that Hector shares with another faun (if he's remembering correctly??), Trevor reaches out to wrap pale slender fingers around one of the faun's wrists and, pulling him in close then, he lets his lips drop down against Hector's for a kiss. He's not sure WHY he's feeling rather affectionate all of a sudden and has to chalk it up to being Bonded with a faun.

With Berserker, his dragon Bonded, he tends to feel more... dominant, more eager to play and bite and take what he considers to be his. It's interesting, to say the least, and he doesn't really MIND how it makes him feel. There's worse things to feel after all.

But with hands coming to reach down and grab some of that faun booty there, he grins a bit against those lips with a fang poking out. ]

This is going to be problem if you make me feel this way around you, you know.

[Yes, Hector's fellow faun (and now his other bonded) Everett lives here, but he should be out with one of his other bonded for the evening. There are plenty of pets inside, but there shouldn't be any interruptions.

Trevor kisses him, and he leans up into it, relishing the contact. Trevor Belmont can take a handful of faun booty any day. Hector's lips turn up into a smile as they part.]

Oh? And what would that be?

[ Still grinning against those lips with that fang poking out, Trevor finds himself chuckling a bit before he playfully lets his teeth - not fangs - scrape over Hector's lower lip he seems to have taken for himself. ]

I think you have a pretty good idea.

[ Pulling back, he nuzzles at the crook of Hector's neck then for a moment, taking in his scent and simply purring at how nice and different it is now that they're Bonded. ]

Damn fauns and your... affectionate moods.

[Back on Earth, Hector’s only source of affection was his pets. Nearly eight months in Aefenglom, he’s finally starting to get used to having people... well, monsters, that he cares about, and that care about him. He nuzzles his lips next to Trevor’s ear.]

You hate it so much, I can tell.

[He presses his body against Trevor’s, which he should probably hold off on until they are in his bedroom. But they are newly bonded, he’s a horny faun, and smart decisions have never been Hector’s forte.]

Yes, I do.

[ And yet, even as he says that, he reaches down to grab at Hector and hoist him up against him, much like in the hotel during that one... more sexual festival the summer months brought. ]

Shame I can't turn you into mist with me. Would make it a lot easier to get inside there.

[ So he'll just have to take some steps there and try to fumble with getting them both inside. No big deal. ]

Mmmm, that'd be fun... but you wouldn't be able to feel me if we were mist.

[So he'll have to suffer through Trevor carrying him over the threshold. How terrible. He starts tugging at and unfastening Trevor's clothes as they go. The thing about a faun is, if you give them an inch, they'll take a mile.]

[ With a pleased little hum, Trevor grins at the eagerness of his newly Bonded faun. Not like he can blame him as Hector's not the only one wanting this right now, even if he's mindful of where the hell he's going and stepping. ]

Should I drink before I fuck you into the mattress of your bed or after? Don't... know which one is better.

You could do it during, if you wanted. [Hector can put a towel down, it'll be fine.] Or if you drink after, we could probably go again.

[Because they both know the effect horny faun blood has on a vampire. And Hector's definitely not picky. He nibbles at Trevor's neck as they stumble inside, because it is as good to give vampires hickies as it is to receive them.]

That's not making the decision any easier, you know.

[ But the attention to his neck is really fucking nice and if the groan that spills from his lips isn't enough to convince Hector of that, maybe the way he gets them there into the bedroom and drops the faun down onto the bed will be. Especially since he more or less grabs the front of that shirt and just rips it off. Literally. Hopefully that wasn't anything expensive that needs to be replaced. ]

Come here.

[ He cards fingers through Hector's hair and guides the faun forward as he stands there in front of him, smile on his lips as he starts to remove his own shirt. ]

How terrible for you. Spoiled for choice.

[He frowns a little when his shirt is shredded --he liked that one, damn it Belmont-- but there's only so mad one can be when your bonded is so desperate for you that he can't wait to undress you. He lets Trevor pull him forward so he can bite down harder on the vampire's neck.]

D'you think you can wait til after?

[Neither of them are the most patient.]

[ He hums at what Hector says and lets his head roll back for a moment at the playful bite to his neck, hand resting at the small of the faun's back. ]

It's blue eyes you want and not red eyes, huh?

[ He knows Hector seems to have a fondness for both but with "blue eyes" Trevor, there's a bit more care to everything than with the red-eyed vampire Trevor. Not that he would ever seriously hurt Hector when lost in lust, be it for blood or sexual desire. But it's definitely easier for him to give into more carnal urges and desires when those eyes of his are red. ]

Well if that's what my bonded wants...

Don't want you distracted by how delicious my blood is.

[He teases, because it's not like he dislikes Trevor's red eyes. Not wanting his pants to get the same ripping treatment his shirt got, Hector unfastens them, then goes for Trevor's.]

If you're very good, I'll let you have a taste of it early.

Holding your blood hostage from me now? What a naughty little faun I have.

[ He leans in with a grin and steals a kiss even as he says that, letting his bonded go about unfastening his pants as he wants. The tips of his fingers gently drag nails down Hector's arms as he hums in approval of how the faun looks for him. He's seen Hector like this a number of times now, but somehow, with there now being a bond between them, it feels... different. Not in a bad way, no. Never. But the attraction is just... more palpable, he feels. As if he could really gobble up this faun all for himself.

Not that he would. But a nibble or two? Oh yes, he'll definitely do that. ]

Mm, do you have that stuff?

[ Lube. He means lube. Clearly. ]

[Feeling Trevor's attraction through the bond is intoxicating. Hector thrives on praise, and the reassurance that Trevor wants him is flattering indeed.]

Mmmm, no, why would I have anything like that on our bonding night?

[He teases, even as he fishes out a little vial from his pocket before discarding his pants completely. He's learning to interpret Trevor-speak, it seems.]

Think you can wait patiently while I get myself ready?

[Trevor's in a handsy mood, so maybe he wants to do the honors himself. Hector lies back on the bed and makes a show of spreading his legs. His little white tail wags against the blankets as he lifts his hips.]

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