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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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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.]

[ When Hector lies back, Trevor just hums at the display he's given from the faun- from his bonded. The fact that Hector is always willing and eager to do so many things with him is, well, a turn on. There's really no other way to frame it. He appreciates that the faun doesn't mind the bloodplay or biting or how rough he can be with him sometimes when he loses himself to the carnal desires laced within his vampire makeup. But more importantly, he appreciates Hector and his putting up with him, let alone wanting to be near him and... other things. That they don't talk about. Nope. ]

Mm, didn't know I was going to get a show first.

[ Even as he says that, he grins a bit, slowly working on his own pants as blue eyes NEVER leave the faun's figure there on the bed. Absolutely expecting Hector to go ahead and do exactly what he said he would. ]

[Why would they ever need to talk about things when they could just... not?

But Hector is more than willing to make good on his offer. He circles a slicked finger around his hole, apparently unhurried, though Trevor will feel his mounting frenzy through the bond the more he teases himself.]

I'm allowed to show off for you a little. It's our bonding night.

[He pushes a finger inside, gasping a little louder than necessary. With the rest of his hand, he spreads his cheeks so Trevor can see how he fingers himself.]

This, ah, is no comparison, ah, for your cock. That gorgeous Belmont dick.

[Ok, he's being more than a little cheesy as he preps himself, but it's a special occasion, right?]

[ If Hector likes that Belmont cock so much, just wait until he gets a load of batty boy Trevor cock. Spoiler: it's a much bigger dick.

But Hector goes and stretches him like that and Trevor can't help but groan at both the sight and everything that he feels coming through their bond. It's times like these when sex is so much more intense than it usually is and he's really only had Berserker to indulge in it with; Alucard is starting to warm up a little more to it.

He strokes his own cock as he watches the faun stretch his hole, pale fingers becoming slick with pre-cum as he stands there with the front of his pants open. There's nothing more that he'd like right now than to shove himself inside that tight, eager little hole and Hector is making his self-control wane a bit the more he watches. ]

God, I want to fuck you so bad. Remind you how good it is to take that Belmont dick.

[Hector slips a second finger inside, working by touch as he watches Trevor watch him.]

You look so good like this...

[But why should they both touch themselves when they could touch each other?

Hector’s faun body doesn’t need much prep to take a cock, and he withdraws his hand. He pours more of the lube into the palm of his hand and beckons Trevor forward.]

Come here. Let me touch you, then you can remind me as hard as you want.

[ Oh and remind him he shall.

Trevor makes quick work of his trousers before he crawls up on the bed there with the faun, towering over him in a way that, while not entirely intimidating, certainly shows just how much bigger he is in muscle and stature.

Words are lost to the kiss he steals from Hector's lips and he pushes the faun down and back against the bed with the happiest of moans deep in his chest. Pale fingers card themselves through his bonded's hair, Trevor nipping and playfully sucking on Hector's lower lip as he lets himself fall into all the nice little feelings that spark and crackle through their newly formed bond. Feeding off what Hector feels and wants as much as his own, it makes his head spin and a hand slip down between those legs to push them apart as he settles in nice and snug, growing lost in everything he feels and smells that is Hector right here with him. ]

Going to get darker earlier soon.

[ He mumbles against those lips. ]

Must be happy it means you'll get to see me more.

[There is nothing quite as simultaneously comforting and sexy as being pinned down by Trevor's bulk. Hector wiggles to get them situated comfortably, enjoying the weight and solidity of those chill muscles against his overheated skin.]

Yes... I am. [He probably should've made some joke to downplay his feelings, but Trevor broods too much as it is. Yes, Hector will honestly be glad to see him more often, and Trevor should know that. Stupid fucking vampire.

While their lips are pressed together, Hector slips his tongue into Trevor's mouth and licks against one sharp fang, purposefully giving himself a little nick. There you go, Mr. Belmont, a taste for good behavior. As he kisses, Hector works his hand down between them and strokes his oiled hand down Trevor's shaft.]

[ Sometimes Trevor likes to feel wanted and needed, ok?

But when Hector decided to be a very naughty little faun with that flick of his tongue, Trevor pulls back at first, eyes sharp but mostly seeming confused for a moment. It's only after he realizes that he has some of the faun's blood on his tongue that he relaxes a bit before he comes to fall back into him and kisses his way along his bonded's jaw. ]

Mm, for a second I thought you were trying to get me to turn you.

[ He lazily mumbles, a groan spilling from his lips at the way Hector touches and slicks him up. ]

Never know with how naughty you like to be.

[Hector tastes the copper of his own blood --he doesn't get the appeal, though he certainly enjoys when Trevor indulges himself-- as he shakes his head.]

Don't need to be a vampire. I have much more fun as a faun.

[As if Trevor can talk about Hector being naughty, when he's declared his intent to fuck his bonded into the mattress.

Hector gives Trevor's cock a hard squeeze.]

Come find out how naughty I am.

[ Whatever clothing happens to be left on either of them is quickly removed (not shredded this time) by eager fingers on his end. Chalk it up to maybe needing this sort of release or the fact that Hector's own emotions and feelings are bleeding through their newly formed bond and influencing him just a bit. Whatever the case or reason or whathaveyou, all that Trevor can really focus on and desire is the faun here beneath him and he has never looked as good as he does right now.

He kisses him. Hard. Pouring his own desire and need for him into that kiss as he presses the tip of his cock against that hole he intends to stretch even wider, tongue coaxing Hector's into his mouth. ]

Oh I know exactly how naughty you are.

[ He mumbles the words against those lips with a grin, a hand pressing Hector down against the bed rather possessively, keeping him there as he shifts between those legs. ]

And I have to say I like it quite a lot.

[ How eager and desperate he always is for his cock in either hole. It's a helluva turn on and Trevor wastes no time in letting his thoughts drift to that image of Hector's mouth stuffed with his cock before he grips tight at those hips he's settled so nicely between and thrusts his cock in with a groan that drips with pleasure. ]

[Fuck, he likes being held down. It means he's wanted, needed. Trevor doesn't want him going anywhere but here

He looks a leg around Trevor, mirroring that need. Trevor kisses the hell out of him, pushes his cock in, praises him, and every bit of that sends an electric thrill through him. He moans and rocks up against Trevor.]

Like it too... love it, fuck....

[Oh, if Trevor wants his mouth, he can have that too, any time. He tries to push that thought through the bond. Anything Trevor wants.]

[ The way Trevor moves against Hector isn't as carnal or frenzied as it might be when he's had some of his blood. It's not slow and sweet, mind you. But there's something different about the way he forces the faun to take his cock, lips hot and full of desire as they press over warm skin. It's a sort of claiming of his bonded, of Hector. Where everything that he gives to him is rooted in his wanting to be here with him, to feel the very things that he does, and know that Hector feels what he does in turn.

Sex like this, sex with someone you're bonded to... it's just different in a number of ways. Regardless of how rough or sweet it is.

With muscles strong and taut as he pushes himself up some, he watches Hector as he continues to feed his eager hole his cock, strands of brown falling in front of his face while blue eyes intensely watch the different ways Hector's face changes. He can feel the way the faun adores being fucked and it only drives Trevor on more to make him feel even better. ]

You love taking it, don't you? Love taking this cock up your ass like the good boy you are.

Yes, love it, I'll be good for you, don't stop.

[Hector will say anything Trevor wants to hear, if Trevor keeps calling him a good boy and filling him up so completely.

He moves beneath Trevor, writhing in time with Trevor's thrusts.]

You love it too... fucking me... making me come. My... big... strong... Belmont.

[ Well that's certainly one way to describe him.

Lips find themselves on the faun's neck again but teeth and fangs refrain from piercing warm flesh. It's tempting. Oh it's so very tempting. But he doesn't. At least not yet. Rather, he hooks one of those slender legs around his arm and angles himself to hit deeper within his bonded, groaning as he feels the way Hector clings to him on the inside and out. ]

I'm going to come inside you. Going to make you all mine.

[ Lazily, he brushes a hand over the faun's own aching cock between them. ]

Then I'm going to fill you up again.

[Hector's fingers reach up and tangle into Trevor's hair, desperate for some kind of anchor. Trevor has him held in a position where he can wreck Hector with his thrusts. Hector has no control, but that's ok, that's wonderful, because Trevor is taking care of him.]

Yes, god, do it! Wanna take all your cum....

[Fuck, he's begging like a wanton whore. He arches up against Trevor's hand, needy and eager for more friction.]

[ If Hector wants to be a wanton whore, then he can be as much of one as he likes with him. But even then, Trevor never looks to him as one and never has looked at him as one, even before they bonded. Even before... things and all that. Their friendship- relationship?? To each other is still SOMETHING that has yet to be defined or talked about or even admitted beyond blood donor-fuck buddy-newly bonded but... they'll get there. Maybe. Eventually.

For now, the only place he wants to get them both to is orgasm and so his thrusts become more erratic and relentless as he pounds the faun into the bed. The way he slides in and out of that hole he's fucked however many times it is now is a sight he never gets bored of seeing and he groans at the way Hector feels around him every time he takes him back in, kisses peppered along whatever patch of skin and fur he can blindly find. ]

Take it all, baby. Take all of your vampire's cum.

[ And no sooner does he mouth those words hotly against the faun's jawline, he buries himself deep within his bonded and fills him with a heavy load of cum, groaning as he comes to bury his face in the crook of that warm neck he so desperately wants to bite. ]

[The thumping of the headboard against the wall reaches its crescendo as Trevor's frantic thrusts finally push him over the edge. Hector gasps as his ass is filled, just like Trevor promised.]

Fuck, oh fuck!

[His hand wriggles between their sweat-slicked bodies, wrapping around Trevor's and using it to feverishly pump his cock. After that relentless pounding, it takes only a few strokes before Hector is shuddering and shooting his seed on both of their stomachs. Shit, is bonded sex always this intense? He sags back against the mattress, still trembling with that rush of pleasure.]

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