Fallen Stars

Castlevania Drabbles for Trevor, Alucard, and Sypha

"A comet is a person that passes through your life repeatedly for short periods of deep and intense connection, followed by longer periods of distance. The relationship has little enmeshment and rarely contains ongoing obligations." – Love Uncommon

The Overture

Life on the road with Trevor Belmont and Sypha Belnades was like a dress rehearsal for an opening night drama. Every day, Alucard practiced emotions he didn't remotely feel and hid the others that he truly did. And every night, he schooled his features into a mask of neutrality that effectively hid the terror slowly growing inside of his soul. So, when the curtains went up and the call to action sounded, he presented his well-curated persona to the waiting audience; and to Trevor and Sypha, with whom he shared the stage, he was a man who never broke character such that it was unclear as to whether it was really all an act or not.

Three months now. Three months since Gresit. Three months awake and in the company of a dynastic vampire hunter and a nomadic Speaker woman on the trail of his father and his cursed castle.

What a scene. What an ensemble.

What a mess.

And yet, Alucard couldn't help but admit that he'd begun to grow fond of the pair. He'd never really had friends growing up and, as uncouth and uncultured as one of them in particular might be, Trevor and Sypha were the most intimate companions he'd ever known.

Intimate. Alucard scoffed at himself. What a word to come into his mind at such a time as this.

The tavern was a rustic one but reasonably quiet, all told. The three of them did not often spend the night at inns, preferring to keep to the road with the wagon, sleeping under the stars and away from the prying eyes of townsfolk whose religious sensibilities were anything but charitable. But tonight, a harsh cold front had moved in on the wake of a thunderhead and it was pouring rain out. A hissing, crackling, din of white-walled sheeting and the heavy pelting of drops flooding down from the inconsolable Heavens. It was sadly typical for Wallachia at this time of year but even as a child, Alucard had found the storms of this land to be especially frightening. Less vagaries of climate than unholy demons possessing the clouds and warring across the sky with a cannonade of drumfire.

Furthermore, and even more unfortunately, given the poor weather, it also appeared that everyone else in the countryside had had the same idea and the tavern was only able to offer the three of them a single room. Two beds at least, but only one small space in the upper corner of the second floor.

And that was how Adrian Țepeș, called Alucard, had come to be sharing a bed with Trevor Belmont.

The irony was palpable.

Sypha, being the only woman in their little cadre, was currently enjoying the comforts of the second pallet on the other side of the room; having made it clear that the two of them were welcome to a bed… as long as it was not hers.

Normally, Alucard would have demurred in this situation and remained outside. But even though he didn't need to worry so much about physical cold, wet, and exposure, cowering in the muck all night during a tempest was ill-advised even to vampire-kin. He wasn't truly undead after all, and while he was resistant to most human frailties, he was not necessarily immune to them. Which meant that, right now, he was lying awake, flat on his back and staring at the ceiling, listening to the low, soft, snores and other murmurs that informed him that Trevor was well and genuinely asleep next to him and that Sypha was having dreams about frog ponds.

Alucard sighed. It had already been a long night and wasn't relishing the idea of several more hours like this.

Trevor had initially complained about the arrangement, of course, but one pointed look from Sypha and he'd grumbled his way onto the other mattress with only a minimal amount of vulgarity. This surprised Alucard somewhat. Not so much Trevor's rather restrained use of colorful curses in this case but more so that he'd been noting a growing affection between his two traveling companions as of late. A physical closeness communicated in furtive touches and shy glances, in passive insults and playful banter. They clearly were developing warm feelings for one another; bonding over their shared trials as humans often did. It just must not have turned sexual yet, Alucard mused. No wonder the Belmont hunter had been so much more aggravating than usual lately. His preferred bedmate was not the one he was currently stuck with.

For the dhampir's part, it was only that he was so completely unaccustomed to being this physically close to another person. He could feel the heat from the hunter's body, smell the salt on his skin, and hear the faint rhythm of his heartbeat as he tossed and turned in the bedclothes. Every now and again, his fitful sleep would cause Trevor to nearly roll into him and when he did, Alucard would find unconscious fingers brushing along his leg or scratching at his hip. He didn't dare nudge him back over when this happened, however. Even the most benign touch from one such as him might trigger the Belmont's self-protective instincts and end the night with a knife in the dhampir's throat.

Alucard huffed and rolled onto his side, facing away from both hunter and Speaker. He tried willing himself to sleep but it didn't seem particularly forthcoming. A sharp crack of thunder shook the entire building and the rain only seemed to be coming down harder. Trevor sniffled and then swore. He swore. In his sleep. Some manner of invented profanity that seemed to be a portmanteau of horse-raising terminology and urination. Alucard sighed and shifted again, soon lost in thought as he stared passively ahead at the intricate wood grain of the planks on the wall. "Pisskidney knobjockey" indeed.

He must have dozed at some point though, because Alucard slowly came awake to an odd sensation. Points of gentle pressure were moving down his back, from just beneath the nape of his neck, tracing the line of his spine, to the rise of muscle just above the flat of his tailbone. The pressure then changed from what must have been fingertips to a wide palm that began to knead the tension below his ribs. The hand then dropped and deftly caressed his backside. Alucard gasped and froze.

"Relax." A hard, irritated, voice growled behind him. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"What the…what do you think you're doing, Belmont?" Alucard hissed in reply. He was still a little fuzzy around the edges and wasn't entirely sure this wasn't just some bad dream.

"The fuck does it feel like I'm doing?"

Not a dream.

Alucard made a slightly undignified noise. A moment ago, everything had been quiet, a moment ago he had been in calm reverie; pondering the imponderabilia of his everyday life, skirting the boundaries of sleep in a shitty back-country tavern with two people he was pretty sure didn't like him very much. And now, for some reason, one of those people was touching him. Intimately.

"Get your hands off of me, Belmont." For some reason, Alucard's deeply ingrained sense of decorum kept his voice low. The last thing he wanted to do right now was to wake Sypha or cause a ruckus in the tavern below.

To his surprise, however, his threatening tone was met with an amused chuckle and a hot puff of breath near the back of his neck. "Don't be a brat, Adrian. Now hold still."

Alucard was about to protest. Vehemently. He wasn't exactly sure what he was going to say, but damn it all he was certainly going to say something spiteful. How dare the hunter presume so much! How dare he touch him like this! Without warning and without asking. The fires of rage flared in Alucard's chest at the familiar use of his name, at the hand massaging his thigh, at the press of a hard, powerful, body at his back. He drew in a deep breath and opened his mouth in reproach…but all that came out…was a harsh catch and an absolutely unseemly moan.

With remarkably dexterous ease, Trevor Belmont had managed to loosen the ties at the front of Alucard pants and had slipped his hand past his waistband to boldly stroke him directly; murmuring approvingly when the dhampir immediately grew hard in his palm. Alucard, on the other hand, was certain he had just completely lost his mind (either or both of them, actually). His hands went to the wall in front of him, his deadly claws extending and scrabbling for purchase on the well-varnished wood. When Trevor's opposite hand came up to tangle into his hair, he didn't try to stop him but bent his head back against the other man's chest in response to the leading tug that followed.

The dhampir's breathing stuttered and hitched as his hips began to helplessly undulate to the rhythm of the hand that stoked him with a sure, tight, grip. Had he gone insane? Was he imagining this?! Was this some kind of terror and exhaustion induced nightmare he'd be absolutely mortified to awaken from? It certainly felt real. Too real.

"Wha…. why?" He finally managed to breathe through quick pants.

"Are you serious?" Came the whispered response. "Between you and Sypha, I can't tell what's worse. Her coy flirting and teasing or your obvious cravings. I figure that pretty soon, you'll be as feral as I'm starting to feel. Get yourself wound up any tighter and you'll explode. Besides, I haven't come in weeks and if I don't get off soon, I'll be pinning one of you to the floor before the week is out. Probably better to be you right now, considering."

"I…Oh…Trev…Trevor…. please…don't…"

"I told you. Relax. I'll get you off too. I'm not that much of a shithead."

The strokes came harder and quicker, causing Alucard to arch his back and shudder against the one holding him. He'd touched himself before naturally, but the feel of another person fondling him was so unexpectedly arousing, it was provoking his darker instincts onto a desperate edge. He was torn now, between demanding that the hunter stop this indignity at once and begging him for more. He could already feel the tense coil of an approaching orgasm tightening in his abdomen and it was riding on such a forceful wave that Alucard already feared that he was going to cry out rather loudly when it hit him.

He could also feel his fangs beginning to lengthen and the snarl that was forming deep in his throat was nothing short of primal. But he had to stop Trevor from finishing him. He didn't think he could take it. He didn't think he could prevent himself from turning on the human in a frenzied moment of abandon if he brought him over the edge like this.

"Trevor stop please…" The words tumbled out of him with another wanton moan. He could also still feel the hunter pressed against his backside, getting some much-desired friction on his own considerable erection still fully clothed. But to Alucard's relief, Trevor paused his strokes, though he didn't exactly let go of him.

"Why?" The question was a challenge.

Alucard licked his lips in an attempt to get his voice to work again. "Because…because I…I can't. I might…hurt you…if…"

"Hrphm." Alucard felt the other man shift uncomfortably behind him. "No self-control, huh?"

"I beg your pardon!? You were the one who…"

Trevor snorted. "Fucking vampires. All seduction and sex until it actually comes down to getting the job done. And then you just faaall apart, don't you?"

The words that came out of Alucard's mouth in response were not specifically the ones he intended but he couldn't suppress the fit of pique that suddenly took hold of him. What he meant to say was something along the lines of not being that kind of vampire, nor of making a habit of beguiling and deceiving human prey in that way. Or at all, really. But what we said was…

"Trevor. I have never done this before."

A strange silence fell as the hunter slowly released the captive dhampir and slid back; leaving him still breathing heavily and braced up against the wall, his pants low on his hips and a salacious bit of pale skin showing beneath the hem of his white shirt. For several long moments, the Belmont hunter didn't answer him but rather sat back to glare at Alucard's back while the dhampir self-consciously tried to right his clothing and hide what little of his body that had been revealed. When Alucard didn't turn to face him, he finally gave voice to his thoughts.

"What?"

Somewhat calmer than before, the dhampir turned his head only slightly to regard his bedmate. "You misread me, Belmont." He said shakily. "I have never attempted such things. I would not. It wasn't really…that is, I didn't…"

"Yeah, but…. you literally grew up in Dracula's castle, right? Like, noble courts and servants and really depraved rich people doing all kinds of really depraved rich people shit?"

Alucard chuffed but shivered with a few unbidden memories. "My mother forbade all that. Completely proscribed within our household. She was adamant that I never be subjected to such debauched profligacy."

Trevor was pretty sure he only knew what half of those words actually meant. But he got the gist of the general idea. "Ok, fine. But you've, you know, fucked? Yeah?"

Again, an interminable stretch of silence.

"No."

"Well…shit."

Alucard still couldn't bring himself to face the other and instead, curled slightly in on himself as he tried to stifle the overwhelming sense of shame he felt creeping into his face. He was still hard though, and it was becoming just this side of painful to deal with both his own humiliation at having been rendered insensate with just a few indelicate strokes and the fact that he could do absolutely nothing about it for the moment. At least, not with Trevor still staring at him like that and, from what he could hear, Sypha still asleep a few feet away. He felt over-sensitive everywhere. His skin prickled at the continued nearness of the other man, his mouth still hungered for a taste of heated flesh, his heightened senses still keen on every breath and touch, and a significant part of his body quite interested in finishing what had been started.

"I'm sorry."

That…was not what he had been expecting to hear.

"Fuck, Alucard…I didn't think that in a million years you'd actually be a…damn. A virgin."

The snuffle that came in response may have been directed at him. Maybe not. But the soft, embarrassed, words spoken to the darkness of the room certainly were. "Just forget about it."

Trevor squinted as a flash of lightening gave him just enough light to see the bluish outline of Alucard's form huddled into the wall, the subtle shivers along his back cluing him in on some of what was bothering the dhampir. At least, in the immediate sense.

"Hey." He said, still careful to keep his volume low; both again so as not to alert Sypha but also not to mortify Alucard further. When he reached out to tentatively rest his hand on his shoulder, the dhampir tensed. But when Trevor sidled up even closer behind him, he heard Alucard suddenly hold a sharp breath.

With incredible gentleness, the hunter reached up to steady the dhampir's hip and to begin rubbing lazy circles onto the base of his spine with his thumb. Laying his lips against the back of Alucard's neck, Trevor smiled. "I'm a fucking asshole, OK? Just an all-around piece of shit. So why don't you let me make it up to you and take care of that?"

This was not at all how Alucard had expected this night to go. He really should just be lying here, staring at the ceiling, and angrily ruminating on his plans for patricide. But when that warm, sure, hand once again began to drift across the flat of his belly and towards the waistband of his pants, he stiffened and made to object.

"Shhhh…"

Genial breath at his ear. Tender, almost loving, caresses to his skin, and Alucard felt the words die in his throat for a second time. Trevor Belmont, last of the Belmont hunters, was pressed fully up against his back; one hand sliding between the dhampir's body and the bed to pull his chest back so that Alucard could lay against him and the other slipping beneath the soft cloth of his pants to wrap around his manhood again. Thus, cradled in Trevor's larger body, back to front, Alucard felt himself drawn once more into an aching, wanting, kind of pleasure that left him breathless and almost sobbing as the sensual rhythm began all over.

"It's OK." He heard the hunter whisper. "It's OK, Adrian. Just let me take care of you."

When Trevor felt Alucard offer up the first tentative thrust into his hand, he smiled and used the opportunity to begin mouthing along the side of the slender, bared, neck. When Alucard moaned and reflexively brought his own hand down to grasp onto the hunter's wrist as he pleasured him, Trevor decided to push his luck a little more. With careful teeth, he began to bite small marks into the dhampir's throat and into the juncture of his shoulder.

Alucard was falling apart. The feeling of the hunter stroking him again, but with gentler movements than before, had him trembling with need and the mouth at his neck was only adding to the thorns of arousal tearing their way through him. This was, quite frankly, his very first sexual experience with another person and he felt as though he were simply unraveling at the seams. As Trevor continued to pleasure him; his grip firm and knowing, Alucard felt his body begin to undulate. Rolling with the movement in a way that felt instinctive and necessary.

"Yeah, baby." Trevor chuckled breathlessly. "Just like that."

The dhampir was fascinating to him, though he would be hard pressed to admit it publicly. What he knew about vampires was mainly learned from his family's legends and teachings, or from the few books he'd managed to peruse as a teenager. Slender but strong, pale as moonlight, smooth as silk to the touch, but deadly even at rest; he'd never let on that he found them beautiful…and an insane turn-on. Not the evil, genocidal, death cult part of the whole equation, of course, but from an aesthetic point of view, vampires appealed to his baser appetites in all the worst ways. He had just never in his life expected to meet one that just might…be available to exploration. And then he'd met Alucard.

Now, with the irascible dhampir flushed and gasping in his arms, Trevor had only one regret: that he'd completely misjudged his erstwhile companion in this regard. In all honesty, he'd figured Alucard for someone who at least occasionally indulged in the erotic. With who knows who or who knows what (he didn't even want to speculate), but a casual sort of lover. What with his history and background and all. Hence, his interest in pursuing a bit of relief with him tonight. If he'd known the truth, he would have been more…romantic, maybe. Ok, maybe not romantic but at least not quite so much of a brute. Regardless, that Alucard was unspoiled made him wild with desire and the fact that he seemed to be acquiescing to his touch was even better. He needed to be gentle though. Take his time with this. He had an idea.

With as much careful direction as he could manage, Trevor released Alucard and sat up so that he could lay the dhampir onto his back. He detected a soft whine upon removing his hand from the other's swollen arousal but Alucard fell back without complaint. He was a little surprised at the glare in Alucard's eyes when he looked up though, but couldn't help the wry smirk that tugged at his lips when the dhampir nearly growled at him as he slid down his body and pinned his hips with his forearms. Thankfully, the sound was immediately drowned out by a distant rumble of thunder.

"Have you ever had anyone suck you?"

Alucard stared down at him with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation. He shook his head almost imperceptibly.

"Hn. Hold on to something then."

"Trevor!" The dhampir admonished with a hoarse sound not unlike that of a stage-whisper. "Stop this. You will wake Sypha!"

Trevor laughed, low and into the back of his throat. "You mean you will wake Sypha. I know how to keep my mouth busy; so, you better shut yourself up."

Alucard meant to pull back and roll away. He really did. This was indecent! He meant to scold Trevor much more harshly than this. Maybe even leverage his superior strength or speed to unmoor him and throw him off. He really did mean to put an immediate stop to everything that was transpiring.

Didn't he?

And then he was inside Trevor's mouth. Hot. Wet. Tight around him. Sliding upwards to suckle and tease. Pressure and movement that short circuited the dhampir's thoughts and caused a catch to spring in his chest so violently he nearly convulsed. Alucard knew pain, and many of the depths to which it could descend, but he had never known such pleasure, nor the heights it promised to drag him into. Within moments, he was a man discovering possibilities he'd never before thought himself capable of. He suddenly understood desire and obsession, bad poetry and endless poorly-though-out sonnets, in a way he never had. It was Heaven.

It was Hell.

The dhampir began to rock against the hunter's hands and mouth in a helpless rhythm: his hips undulating upwards with each hard suck or flick of a practiced tongue. Every fiber of Alucard's being wanted nothing more than to cry out his ecstasy. To dig his fingers into that mess of unkempt brown hair until he was weak with release. Vaguely, he worried about accidentally choking Trevor but the hunter had such command of the situation, such control over his otherwise undisciplined movements, that it quickly became clear he needn't bother with such concerns. In fact, it was already clear to Alucard that he was at Trevor's mercy…completely…and in the worst way.

He couldn't last. The dhampir's breathing was crashing into itself in a desperate bid for air. He was stuttering, whimpering, panting with an urgency he couldn't communicate. He felt as if he were breaking apart; splitting into jagged pieces through the fractures in his soul, his entire body on fire as he fell from a great height and into the abyss. He tried to grab onto Trevor's shoulders, fighting against the Belmont's hold on his thighs in one final attempt to slow his fall. But then, he burst.

Light. Joy. Blessed euphoria.

He was coming. Pulse after reckless pulse of all of his pent-up desire into Trevor's welcoming mouth. Alucard lost every sense of himself. He might have screamed, he wasn't sure. Called out to gods he'd never bothered to pray to before, begging for solace and further punishment all at the same time. Felt his flesh and his spirit weep with rapture and then descend into delirium. It was like the feeling of drawing on living blood, but instead of taking, this time, he was the one giving. Everything. Every last drop of his soul in endless waves of orgasmic bliss to another who drank it from him without hesitation. Nothing was as it should be, everything was in chaos, but the dream was too much to give up and he was taken down into its depths until only nothingness remained.

Trevor simply smiled, despite himself; releasing his hold on the dhampir and laying a tender kiss to the inside of his thigh. He knew Alucard didn't feel it, however. He was already unconscious.

All around them the storm raged, unabated.

"So, was I right?" Sypha asked conversationally, delicately sipping her passable morning coffee.

The sounds of the tavern were little more than a din in the background but it was enough to cause Trevor Belmont the kind of discomfort that already had him squinting into his breakfast.

"What?" Came the reply, as he continued to blearily dig through a plate of eggs and beans. Trevor, as Sypha had long ago learned, was not a morning person and last night had sadly not improved that trait. "Oh, yeah. Turns out you were."

She made a triumphant noise. "Hmph. See? I told you Adrian was untouched and you didn't believe me."

"Yeah, yeah. You win."

Sypha squirmed happily in her chair, glancing about to ensure that Alucard had not yet returned from his bath to overhear them. He'd opted not to join them right away after waking. Though, considering all that had happened the night before, Sypha did not find that especially surprising. In fact, the normally aloof dhampir had barely even been able to look either of them in the eye before vanishing into the back rooms of the inn for a well-earned scrub. Neither of them had seen him since.

Trevor sighed and flicked a bit of something unidentifiable off of his fork. "Thing is, I really don't see what you're getting at with all this, Sypha. I mean, don't get me wrong, that was fun but…"

The Speaker huffed indignantly. "You know," She interrupted. "For someone who's family is so renowned for their learning and knowledge of the supernatural, you really don't seem to catch on to the obvious sometimes."

Trevor scowled but regained his pointed look. "Oh? How's that?"

She nearly glowered back at him. "Vampires, for the most part, were once human, yes? And, as humans, they feel, they want, they…well, all kinds of things! The stories alone prove that! My point here, Trevor, is that one day, Alucard is going to get old and jaded and become just like all those other vampires who have no respect for the mortals around them. No respect for intimacy or connection or any of the things great about humanity. Who can't make love because they can't truly share in the heart and soul of another person. Only body. But we are at the beginning! Don't you see?! Alucard has the chance to become something better. To have a better story! Before he's…abused. Heartbroken and betrayed. Before he becomes just like every other creature around here who only sees the bad in people because people only show them the bad. He can be shown love instead. He can be a part of the beauty of it and to remember what it was like. We can be that for him."

Trevor contemplated her words. Or, at least, he appeared to contemplate them through another mouthful of eggs and ale. Seriously, it wasn't even mid-morning and he was already half-way into his second mug of pub-swill millet mash.

"Hrmph." He finally added. "Sounds like you're on a dangerous experiment."

"It's about a longer view, Trev. How many times have you seen such a creature and thought, 'if only I had known them years ago, centuries ago even, I could have changed things!?'"

"Uh…. never."

Sypha sighed and rolled her eyes but casually sipped her coffee again for several minutes. At which point, Trevor finally seemed to come to some manner of conclusion on the subject.

"Alright, Madam Director, I'll play along." He chuckled, if a bit sarcastically. "What's next on the plan? Though, preferably it should involve some return favors this time, yeah?"

All he got, for the time being, was a wan and mysterious smile.