middaeg | ( open) october things

Yes, of course I am. He's my bonded.

[Hector wouldn't have bonded with him if he wasn't happy with him. He usually doesn't bring it up with Trevor, because... he doesn't know... is it weird to talk about one lover with another? Hector doesn't know what the rules are for that situation.

But what is this? Is Trevor... jealous... or something?]

I guess he'll benefit from the pumpkin's... 'protection'... too.

[He can barely say it without wincing. It's just...out on the porch, for all to see.]

[ Him? Jealous? Never. Confused on the other hand... that's a big yes. ]

Good. That's good.

[ And he just stands there. Silent. Really fucking awkward. ]

So. You have a pumpkin now.

Yes, that I do.

[How did this get so awkward? Hector's baffled, trying to figure out why Trevor suddenly seems so interested in his relationship, what these strange feelings are that keep coming through their bond.

He thinks back and--

Oh.

Um.

Well, he sure did say that, didn't he?

He feels a flash of heat, embarrassment and anger combined, at Trevor's confusion. So what if he did say it, huh? So what if he does? Trevor Belmont has no right to make it weird, when Trevor started it with his stupid silver axe and his ugly pumpkin and his damned blue eyes, always watching over Hector and trying to find ways to keep him safe.

Hector grits his teeth and pours a cup of cider with shaking hands. It's not nearly alcoholic enough for this situation, but it's what's on hand.]

[ Trevor can feel that embarrassment and even that bit of anger through their bond and it makes this... still just as confusing as when Hector first said those three words. Apparently unknowingly at that. He feels like he should... do something here. Say something what with his bonded's hands shaking and all but he just doesn't know what to say? What to do?

He has no idea how this is becoming worse.

Well... actually he does. It's because it's him and he's shit at this but. He can fix this. He thinks.

Gently, he comes to touch at the faun's elbow then with the tips of his pale fingers and he stands there behind Hector, absent of a heartbeat himself. ]

I... guess you know why I'm confused then. I don't... want to get between you and Everett if that's... a thing. You have.

It’s possible to care about more than one person.

[Hector is scowling. Well, only a single person loves him, but Everett has multiple beloved bonds, and so does Trevor. So, it’s possible.

But it’s apparently not mutual. Which is fine. Hector drains his cup, then pours another. And pours one for Trevor, too. Trevor’s at his elbow, so Hector leaves it on the table for him to grab if he wants it.]

So now you’re trying to protect me from myself. [A disbelieving snort of laughter.] A Belmont’s job never ends.

[ Trevor is no stranger to the multiple lovers thing and neither is Hector, really. Truth be told, he still doesn't know how the fuck this happened in the first place where he went from being a washed up drunk half the time back in Wallachia to suddenly being entangled in not one, not two, not even three, but technically FOUR partners now; Sypha was gone now but he still counted her obviously. With every single one of them, feelings had slowly developed over the course of his being close to them, getting to know them and, in some cases, fucking like animals after a good blood drinking. Hector is literally no different from this magical equation that he somehow always seems to fall into with his bonded and, with it, not an exception to the things he's begun to feel for the faun over the months.

Sure, it might have kickstarted thanks to the intense rounds of fucking they'd usually end up in. But if it was just a purely sexual thing and nothing more, he wouldn't gift him an ax, wouldn't check in on him, travel with him at night to ensure his safety. He wouldn't even bring him a stupid pumpkin he spent hard time carving for him. It's just... Trevor never really THINKS about why he's doing something. He just does it. Then ends up with feelings apparently. ]

I know you can care about more than one person. [ Like... he honestly does. Look at his life here. ] I just... didn't think.

[ That's honestly all he really needs to say, isn't it? Case closed: Trevor doesn't (always) think. But he can't just leave it at that and so he sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. ]

Do you really think if I didn't care about you, I would bring you a pumpkin I spent too fucking long on trying to carve out for you?

[Hector's still defensive. Too many emotions have been stirred up too quickly to just dismiss them.]

Right, well, I do. Love you. A little. [So deal with it, Belmont. His raises hackles finally begin to lower a little.]

And, I do know... that you care about me...

...wait, how long did you spend on that fucking thing?

[Belmont, you are the sweetest vampire hunter, but also Hector will make fun of you ruthlessly if it was more than the minimal amount of time to produce that goofy gourd face.]

That's... not important.

[ In other words: a lot longer than he should have.

But with coming to make sure he and Hector are facing one another, he lets the tips of his pale fingers gently caress along back of his arm, stopping at the faun's wrist where they then carefully wrap around. ]

Look. Before we bonded I just... thought it was more the vampire part of me that you liked. I mean... you sure seemed to whenever we ended up fucking.

[ The filth and desire that would constantly spill from the faun's lips when he was being rammed by the red-eyed vampire and how much he loved to be filled by vampire cock... he didn't mind. Really. Sometimes you just needed to give into those carnal desires and bang it out for a round or two. No shame in that. But then he started to notice the way he looked at him more when he wasn't sucking on his neck or stuffing him with his cock and... that's when he started to wonder. Maybe. The bond, however, and the things he felt through it here and there... it really just solidified what he wondered and Alucard being Alucard, he wasn't sure how to navigate that. Never mind if it would even be ok for him to be involved with Hector that way. ]

I just didn't think I would end up caring for people to the point where I want to be with them. Be around them. Didn't think it'd be a mutual thing.

[ Letting his fingers slip away from that wrist, he folds his arms across his chest and leans against whatever happens to be closest then, gaze drifting down. ]

Sypha left. Ciaran died recently and I felt that through the bond. Felt it snap. I know I should be used to having people around me die or leave... but it's still difficult, I guess.

[ Pausing, he frowns then, still looking down. ]

I don't want to lose you, too.

[~~But the number of minutes Trevor Belmont spent carving this pumpkin is the most important piece of information to Hector right now.~~]

Does it bother you that I like the monstrous part of you too? You don't seem to mind fucking a faun.

[He knows the vampire thing was a hurdle for Trevor to get over, and maybe Hector's enthusiasm for the blood drinking and red-eyed fucking didn't put him at ease about it. But he's also been with Trevor without any of that, just man to man, and it's been... good. More than good.

He brushes his hand over the skin Trevor just traced. He's never minded the icy touch, but he also relishes the moments when they are close enough for long enough that Trevor takes on the warmth of Hector's body.]

I'll stay with you as long as I'm able. You can keep protecting me, and I'll do whatever it takes not to leave this place.

[Between the two of them, and the stupid pumpkin outside, maybe their efforts will be rewarded and Trevor won't have to go through another loss like that again.]

That's all anyone here can offer.

[ Because nobody gets a say in the matter. Ciaran understood that and it was why he couldn't promise to never disappear from here. Trevor gets it. But it doesn't make the pain that comes with that loss when it does happen lessen any even with knowing.

Gently, he reaches for Hector's elbow and pulls the faun in closer, letting his head drop to his bonded's shoulder then. Normally, he doesn't mind being the one to wrap up Alucard, Berserker, or even Hector within his arms. But right now? In this very moment here where he feels so vulnerable in admitting what he has, he just... needs a moment for himself. Like this. Where he isn't the protector. ]

Is it ok if I stay here for a bit with you?

[Hector isn't often the one doing the comforting, but he can try. He has warm wool to curl up against, and a heart beating a steady, reassuring rhythm, and hopefully that counts for something.]

Of course you're staying. [Hector tugs his vampire over to the nearest couch so they can sit while Trevor gets his cuddles. Trevor can't simply leave after all of what's been discussed. He'll give Hector anxiety.]

Do you want just this? [Hector does owe Trevor for his well-meant ~~and poorly executed~~ pumpkin, but he also knows how Trevor tends to worry that Hector only looks to him for blood-drinking and sex.

Tonight, Hector just wants to give Trevor what he needs, and if that is nothing more than holding him and letting Trevor sap his body heat away, so be it.]

[ He drops down to the couch and sits there with his cloak loosely wrapped around him. This is such a familiar place for him to be in within the faun's shared residence and it's honestly a bit... comforting? In a way. Familiar, definitely.

Making sure there's room for the faun to be there beside him, he hums a bit as he lets his head fall back against the headrest of the couch. ]

M'not really thirsty at the moment. [ Though that can always CHANGE being a vampire. ] And I should make the most of my time while it's night. But it gets darker earlier now, so. I don't need to go anywhere soon. Just being here is good.

[Hector tugs at one end of Trevor's cape until it's wrapped around both of them. Trevor's undead body won't stay cold long with Hector curled up against him like this.]

You've got time. Besides, I need to figure out what I'm sending home with you. Hmmm. Rue to protect from evil magic? No, it smells. An iron horse shoe to hang over your door... it'd just gather dust, though.

[He shifts away from Trevor.] Stay here, and don't let Cezar steal my spot.

[The dog will absolutely make an attempt to do so while Hector clomps over to his room and looks for something. He comes back with something small in his hand.]

Here. For you. One protection charm for another. [What he offers to Trevor is two silvery pennies. Not cunes, but Greek coins, worn and scratched up from being struck together.]

[ More than content with just staying put on the couch (even if he had been about ready to neck at the faun), he doesn't pull Hector back when he decides to get himself up for whatever reason and just sits there. Waiting. Thankfully this... could have gone a lot worse?? Although, was anything really "confirmed" or whatever? He's not... sure there. He said he cares about him, doesn't want to lose him, wants to stay here with him and yet... was that enough for Hector? Did he need to hear more? Was he reassured enough? Things like this he's never sure about himself what with being so bad at it all.

But when the faun returns and with something silvery in hand, he lifts a brow as Hector shows him what he has... and stares... because those look SILVER to him. You know... the thing he's allergic to now and thus has to be really fucking careful when whipping around the Morning Star? Yeah. But he doesn't know if he should SAY anything what with this being a gift and all and so he just... keeps staring. For a long moment. Before he finally hums a little to himself and glances off to the side. ]

Oh. Thanks. You... didn't have to though.

[ God this is going to hurt.

Reaching over, he takes the coins into his pale fingers and bites down on the warmth he feels burning his skin, curling his hand around them as he chokes for a second while he sits there, hand dropping down beside him on the couch. ]

S'great. Thanks.

[ That was definitely squeaked out a little. ]

[The moments before Trevor takes the coins, Hector is so proud of himself. These are the real deal, the coins that brought him his first dog, basically the happiest memory he has of his childhood. If ever lucky coins existed, these are it.

...and then Trevor squeaks, and there's the smell of burning.

Whoops.]

What the fuck.

[Silver is supposed to be fucking werewolves, not... FUCK. He makes a grab for Trevor's hand.]

Idiot, let go, give them back.

[How did he manage to fuck this up this badly? The pumpkin is now the better gift??]

I'm fine.

[ He squeaks that out as Hector reaches for his hand but if the faint wisps of smoke slipping between his fingers are anything to go by, well. But not even the mighty Trevor Belmont, House of Belmont, last of the Belmonts and now fucking vampire can't hold out at how much it burns his pale skin and he drops the coins, clattering to the floor as a string of curses quickly leave his lips. ]

Fucking shit hell fucking fuck- fuck!

[ Waving his hand around, he grips at his wrist and blows on the charred skin then because, ok. Maybe that was a little worse than he thought it would be. WHO KNEW. ]

[Hector kicks the smoking coins away with his hoof, as if they might continue burning Trevor just by being nearby.

Damn, though, if they weren't an effective weapon against vampires. Trevor's hand looks awful.

Hector winces, and shoves his wrist to Trevor's mouth.]

Shut up and drink so you can heal that.

[Maybe when there's not a charred scar on Trevor's hand, he'll stop feeling sick with guilt. It was supposed to be a nice gesture. Hector must really be cursed, like his mo...like people had always said growing up.]

[ Trevor is of two minds right now. On one hand, he wants to tell him to SHUT THE FUCK UP BECAUSE HE'S FINE!!! and that it's not his fault for wanting to do something nice in return for the ~~shitty~~ pumpkin he brought. But on the other hand, his hand really fucking hurts right now and blood is a surefire way to heal the wound much quickly than waving it around like some imbecile.

With the warmth of his bonded's skin pressed to closely against his mouth, the vampire instinct wins out despite the conflicting shine of deep blue eyes looking up to him. Gripping at the faun's arm with his good hand, he bites down sharply into warm skin and the warmth of blood quickly spills into his mouth as he drinks. As always when he drinks, flecks of red bleed into the blue of his eyes and he hums to show his appreciation for being fed like always, fingers holding tight to that arm lest Hector try and escape. Not that he would... he never has. Purely vampire instinct. The instinct that comes with the predator holding tight to its prey.

Eyes still speckled with blue within them, he pulls back from the faun's wrist to look down to his injured hand and, true to the assumption made, it's nearly perfectly healed save for just a bit of scar tissue leftover. He licks over his lips like a lazy cat having been fed cream for the night and as always whenever he drinks from Hector, he's a bit of a bloody mess around his mouth. ]

See? Told you it was fine.

[Getting bitten on the wrist somehow stings more than the usual pleasant neck bite. Maybe he's in no state to accept the charm that shifts the pain to pleasure.

But he doesn't pull away. A hand for a hand. Trevor drinks what he needs to heal, and only then does Hector withdraw his bloody wrist.]

You weren't fine, you dolt.

[He grumbles, and reaches awkwardly with his left hand to stroke his fingers gently over the healed burn. Because of course in his panic, he'd offered up his dominant hand for nibbling.]

I'll get you something else later. A bell, like a fucking cat, then you can't sneak up on me, either. The ringing of a bell is just as dumb of a protective ward as a hollow pumpkin.

[He's going to grumpily fuss over his bloody vampire bonded now, thanks. Prepare to be angrily cuddled and that wound sulkily caressed.]

[ It takes Trevor only a moment to materialize into a puff of white mist and slip away from the sulking faun that threatens to baby him. It's a means to escape from him, no. Rather, he crawls his way across the floor and returns a moment later with a towel in hand, reaching for Hector's wrist as he does so. ]

My pumpkin's not dumb.

[ He huffs a bit at that as he takes to wrapping the towel around the faun's wrist and, in doing so, he pulls Hector in close, pressing a chaste kiss to those pouty little lips of his. ]

But you are for giving me fucking silver coins.

[ Despite saying that, he grins a little to show that he's teasing before he looks down to the wrist he's wrapped the towel around. ]

Think I prefer your neck to your wrist.

hate it when you do that. [Hector grumbles as Trevor returns from his mist-scape with a towel for his wrist. He wipes away a smear of his blood from Trevor's lips with his left hand while the vampire is stuck in solid form, putting pressure on the bite.

In spite of his bitching, though, he doesn't have it in him to defend himself as Trevor teases. The coins were something special to him, but he'd been too blinded by the thought of impressing Trevor with a superior protective charm that he had forgotten all about the vulnerabilities of the vampires of this world.]

Yeah, the neck is better for me too. But this got the job done.

[At least, Hector hopes so, but he can't reassure himself if Trevor keeps dodging him as he tries to check the wound. Slippery bastard.]

Mm, it did.

[ Fingers are careful in the way they fasten the towel around the faun's wrist and those red eyes speckled with bits of blue within them watch Hector's face as he lets the pads of those pale fingers caress against the warmth of his arm. Even gives a slightly fang-y grin. ]

It's the thought that counts though. [ He means that in regards to the coins. Or... maybe his shitty pumpkin. ] The fact you want to protect me at all is enough. It's... sweet.

[The accusation of sweetness has Hector's ~~pout~~ scowl widening. He is a ~~fluffy sheep~~ Devil Forgemaster! Honestly, the nerve of this vampire.

Hector wipes away any linger blood from Trevor's mouth and leans back into the couch. That the motion also presses him closer to Trevor's side is completely beside the point.]

It doesn't have to be just one way. I can protect you from time to time. I don't always have to be receiving.

[ A hum rumbles in the back of his throat when his bonded happens to say that and Trevor can't help himself from leaning on over to slowly begin necking him. Thanks, faun blood. Definitely putting him in that more affectionate and not so embarrassed about it mood. ]

You do seem to like being the one receiving though.

[ Oh yes, he is DEFINITELY talking about something else. You know, in case the fact that he's pressing open-mouthed kisses along that warm neck isn't any indication of that. ]

Not that I mind one bit. Just saying.

's not my fault you only like taking giant dragon cocks....

[Still grumpy, though the necking is lifting his mood in spite of himself. Hector tilts his head to give Trevor more room to work. He tugs Trevor's healed hands to his lips so he can kiss the scar.

He doesn't mind taking all the 'protection' Trevor provides, but he doesn't want his bonded thinking it always has to be that way. Just like Trevor doesn't always have to drink from him, though he's always welcome to. Hector likes Trevor, all the ways he can get him.

Even when he comes bearing stupid carved squashes.]

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