Trevor wished for a sword. Having only his whip and a single knife-one which wasn't even good for throwing-severely limited his fighting style. He worked best when he could take his opponents off guard, so working with only Vampire Killer was challenging him. He didn't hate it though. It wasn't often he got to use his family whip to its full capacity; Monster hunts were rare for him, and using a Belmont weapon for bandits and the like would have been asking for trouble. He relished in the burn of his muscles as he whirled the whip through the air, cracking it in ways which would corral Adrian into position for the next strikes.
To his credit, Adrian was quick, both in terms of his actions and his reflexes. Vampire Killer snapped against air or stone more often than Trevor's intended target; He was glad for the open area of the training room. A few new rips adorned Adrian's shirt, but they were the only marks Trevor left thus far, all glancing blows.
"Getting tired of running yet?" Trevor taunted. What his skill and tools currently lacked, he could probably make up for with purposeful annoyance. "I thought we were fighting."
"Just letting you warm up," Adrian said. He completed a maneuver midair to dodge another snap of blessed leather, pushing off a nearby wall with his feet.
"Or you can't get close."
Adrian seemed to favor action over words, blurring into the space right behind Trevor.
"Shit-!" Trevor lept to the side, bringing the holy whip up to regain his lost buffer space. As he saw Adrian parrying the strikes with his sword, he got an idea and swept the whip low. Adrian, possibly wary of falling to his back again, jumped. A triumphant smile curved across Trevor's face as he tried out a seldom used trick.
With one finger as a simple axle, he pulled the whip around and up to snap at Adrian. Vampire Killer struck him with enough force to knock him from the air, and despite landing in a crouch, Adrian skidded backwards several feet.
For one long moment, neither of them moved. Golden hair cascaded down Adrian's shoulders and hung around his face, shielding much of it from Trevor's sight. When the dhampir made no move to continue-in fact made no moves at all-his heart gave a hard thump.
The blow had been the first real connect; Yesterday he had wrapped the whip around Adrian's arm, but it hadn't had nearly as much force behind it. Even so, Adrian had looked to be in pain. Trevor hadn't noticed any marks on him, but...
Finally, movement brought Trevor out of his worries, only to push him into a set of new ones. Fierce golden eyes glared at him, pupils thin, and Adrian hissed deep in his throat, an honest-to-God vampiric hiss with his elongated fangs on full display. Trevor's heart picked up pace for an entirely different reason from before, and he swallowed.
Words failed him. He wanted to say something, anything, which would let him know Adrian was still in control of himself, but he couldn't breathe, couldn't look away.
Adrian lunged.
Trevor cursed under his breath, dodging and swinging his whip with more speed, barely keeping the sword from piercing him. "Come on, Adrian," he said after a particularly close call, "I don't think one hit calls for- Fuck! Decapitation."
In a move of desperation, Trevor aimed at Adrian's arm, hoping to temporarily immobilize him like the day before. Adrian, it seemed, had wised up to his strategy and caught the whip on his sword. The two stared at each other, and in the blink of an eye, Adrian pulled the whip and Trevor along with it. Trevor stumbled briefly, but ran with the momentum, pulling his one knife out with his free hand as he got closer. He cracked the whip as he got in range, and felt as Adrian allowed his sword to be taken from his hand. It didn't bode well, but Trevor couldn't stop his strategy now. Already close enough to use the knife, he thrust it forward several times, Adrian dodging each one. With one quick motion, he caught Trevor's forearm in a tight grip.
Trevor wasted no time dropping the whip handle and driving his freed fist into a solid gut. Adrian didn't move, didn't even grunt.
Then he spun Trevor around and slammed him into the nearest wall.
Air left Trevor's lungs in a great huff, his arm holding the knife was twisted behind his back until he had to let go. It wasn't until Trevor felt heavy breaths on the back of his neck that he realized the danger he was in. Trevor sucked in a breath, squirming in an effort to gain any sort of leverage. Adrian just pushed harder against him.
"You lost," Adrian said. His voice was rough, low like a growl.
Trevor held back a shiver. "Not yet, I haven't."
"No?" Adrian pressed closer to him and moved one hand up to twine in the short hairs at his neck. He didn't pull, but Trevor caught himself tilting his head back. What was he doing? Hoping to provide easier access to a vein? Stupid, stupid. "You are disarmed and captured. Admit defeat."
Trevor smiled. With a breathy voice-that was a surprise-he said, "Never. Belmonts don't give up."
One swipe with his foot put Adrian off balance, then all Trevor had to do was shove backwards with all his weight. They fell to the ground, Adrian cursing, "Third time in two days-!" even when the air should have been pushed out of him. Trevor took the opportunity to turn onto his front, hoping to pin the dhampir. Adrian wasn't having it. He rolled both of them over and attempted to restrain Trevor's arms. Trevor, unwilling to be pinned down completely, seized Adrian's shirt and bucked. While he didn't get Adrian off, the dhampir had to stop grabbing at Trevor's arms to position himself securely.
Scowling, Adrian grasped Trevor's jaw. Adrenaline still pumped through Trevor's veins, heightening every touch and driving him to act. He jerked his head up, then down, managing to get loose enough from the grip to open his mouth and bite down-lightly-on the skin between the thumb and forefinger.
A low hiss rolled from Adrian, this one seeming much less threatening as his pupils expanded, taking over the brighter yellow surrounding them.
"Again we are on the ground," Adrian said. His voice still held a slight echo from the lingering hiss. All the hairs on the back of Trevor's neck stood up, and he abruptly wished Adrian's hand was back there to smooth them. "Trevor, why are you so fond of-?"
Involuntarily Trevor swallowed, his tongue sliding along the thin skin in his mouth. Adrian froze. The look in his eyes was... hunger? Or seeing something you wanted, but weren't sure you could have. Trevor understood the expression; He had lived it for years.
Reasonable thought had nothing to do with what he did next.
Releasing Adrian's skin, Trevor surged up, wrapped one hand around the back of his neck, and pulled their lips together. Adrian hesitated for only a moment, then allowed his eyes to flutter closed. He grabbed Trevor's shoulders and pulled him up until they were both sitting, Adrian on top.
They broke apart a few moments later, and Trevor's heartbeat kicked up. What had he just done? Trevor knew he could act on impulse, but his stupidity didn't usually reach kissing the son of Dracula levels.
And why? Because he was pretty? (He was.) Because Trevor hadn't had a good romp in weeks? Trevor's mind conjured up the feel of Adrian's smooth skin, his cool lips on Trevor, his piercing eyes-
Which were currently staring him down. Shit fuck what-
Trevor's mental flailing eventually traveled to his arm in tingles, and he let go of Adrian before attempting to move away. Attempted, because Adrian didn't allow him to move. With his vampiric strength locking Trevor in place, there wasn't much the hunter could do but push and wiggle ineffectively.
"Adrian," he said, trying to growl, but with a desperation which cut the intimidation.
Cool hands moved from shoulders around behind Trevor's neck. There, they tugged gently at the short hairs, and Trevor stopped struggling. He just stared, unable to get his heart or breathing under control.
Adrian leaned forward. Slowly. Trevor felt he could count days by the way the dhampir moved, though whether it was because he wanted time to move slower or faster, he couldn't decide. Finally-finally?-Adrian hovered face to face with Trevor. Trevor leaned forward, almost subconsciously, but those cool, long fingered hands moved to his cheeks and held him still.
Trevor swallowed.
When Adrian stared into his eyes, it felt like he was searching, probing into Trevor's soul. For what, Trevor couldn't have said. He just stared back, also looking for something indefinable.
Adrian tilted and moved a scant few inches; His lips brushed, butterfly light, across Trevor's top lip. Then he pulled away. Trevor was held still as he tried to give chase. Again Adrian leaned forward, brushing along one corner of Trevor's mouth, but Trevor was unable to turn in any direction, to pull back or follow. He had to say something.
"What, are you scared?" Adrian gave a fleeting smile at the taunt and teased along Trevor's bottom lip. Trevor growled out, "Stop teasing me."
"What would you prefer I do?" Adrian's words washed over Trevor, wisping between their mouths like a breeze.
Trevor brought his own hands up to the back of Adrian's head, pulling with all his strength. The man moved, barely, and Trevor could tell it was only because he had willed it. Stupid fucking vampires. Their lips were touching now, but only just so, and the hint of contact was driving Trevor mad. He could feel Adrian breathe.
"I want to kiss you," Adrian whispered.
"Then kiss me!"
Adrian did not waste a second after Trevor spoke, diving into a deep kiss, thrusting his tongue in as though he had waited his whole life to taste Trevor. The hunter gasped, hands tightening reflexively around strands of blonde hair as his mouth was swiftly invaded by the enthusiastic dhampir in his lap. A startled squeak was swallowed by the lips closed over his own.
While his brain struggled to catch up, his body responded automatically, exploring the tongue in his mouth and angling his head for better access. It took Trevor a few moments to realize Adrian was lowering him, both hands along his spine now as he dipped Trevor like a fainting maiden.
Trevor pulled his head away, and Adrian let him, both taking in deep breaths.
Trevor's mind was a paradox, both swirling with thought, yet calm. It was like a quiet room with a storm lashing outside. He decided to take advantage of it while it lasted. On one hand, he wanted to move back in. Wanted to take those lips again, wanted to feel Adrian's arms around him, wanted to continue what they'd started, no questions asked. However.
Trevor worried, quietly, in the room of his mind, if they continued that way, there wouldn't be any questions, ever. No questions, no discussions, just one and done. The thought of such a scenario was more heartbreaking than Trevor expected. He was so used to getting one good thing, temporarily, but he wanted more. He wanted Adrian to want more.
Adrian. He hovered over Trevor, waiting. He didn't show any impatience, he didn't press forward or move back. He simply waited for Trevor.
"What do you want?" Trevor blinked as the words slipped out of his mouth. Adrian half-smiled.
"That," he said, "is what I would like to ask."
He leaned forward, the hair not in Trevor's grip forming curtains around them. When he closed his eyes, Trevor thought he might be going in for another kiss, but he simply put their foreheads together and sighed.
"I want..." Adrian's voice was hushed, thoughtful. "I want you to be happy."
Closing his own eyes, Trevor gathered his thoughts. Sometimes, Adrian was just so forward, so much, all at once. Up and saying sentimental things like he wanted Trevor happy... He held his breath to push back the prickling in his eyes. A twisting in his chest felt like his heart was trying to squeeze out, escape through the gaps of his ribs, even if it got torn up in the process. Trevor breathed out a word, so garbled it could have been a curse, could have been a plea to heaven, could even have simply been the name of the man over him.
Trevor wanted, he wanted...
"This," he said, voice thick. "You."
With a small shuffle between them, he opened his eyes to see Adrian looking back, open and listening. A little more of Trevor's mind kicked back into action. "Shit, I don't know fangs, just kiss me again."
Adrian chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and into Trevor. "Trevor Belmont, you can be such a dolt," he said. But he leaned in for a kiss anyway.
Adrian was more indulgent the second time, with slower lip movements and swipes of his tongue which had Trevor hold tighter. He carded his hands through thick hair, touching and pulling. Despite the fact Adrian was cooler than a human, Trevor felt warmth bloom from their contact, trickling through his system with every moment. When Adrian shifted for another angle, Trevor was made aware of just how warm his body had become-especially his lower regions.
With a startled jump, Trevor pulled back, his surprise jolting Adrian as well.
"What?" Adrian asked, "What is it?" His hair, which had somehow stayed artfully wavy during their spar, now had several messy tendrils sticking out where Trevor's hands had run through. His lips were glossy from Trevor's tongue and rich pink from the pressure of the kiss.
God, this was not helping his problem.
"You should probably get off," he said, voice cracking once in the middle.
Adrian's brow furrowed. He opened his mouth, paused, readjusted, and said, "Ah," looking even pinker than before. He scrambled off Trevor's lap and pulled the hunter up with him so they could stand.
Both men took a moment to gather themselves, Adrian running hands distractedly over his hair while Trevor adjusted his pants. It didn't hide much. Trevor glanced at Adrian, noting the dhampir was pointedly not looking in his direction, instead concentrating on the tangles in his long hair, an absolutely kissable frown on his face. Good ideas had never been Trevor's forte; He was certain what he wanted to do next did not qualify either. At the same time he kinda (definitely) wanted to accompany Adrian on his journey across Wallachia.
Not just for him, but other stuff, too! Like... Helping people? And stretching his legs. Yeah. It had been weeks since he was on the road.
Tossing out the useless thoughts, Trevor focused on his next movements. Walking cautiously up behind-his friend?-Adrian, Trevor waited for his arm to come close enough, then grabbed and straightened it. A small sound of surprise was immediately followed by a shout as Trevor twisted the arm up under his own and held it secure with his elbow. Adrian bowed over and glared at him from under his golden strands.
Before he could speak, Trevor said, "I win."
"Win what, exactly?" Adrian asked, voice tight.
"The fight. So now you admit you need me on your little trip." Trevor grinned brightly at the dhampir. Several emotions ran across that pale face-frustration, confusion, interest-some of them bringing a ruddy colors to his cheeks.
Then Adrian lowered his head and chuckled. "Fine. I'll allow you to come."
"Nope." Adrian's head snapped back up, and Trevor's grin became more lopsided. "You lost, so you clearly need me watching your back."
"You," said Adrian, expression and tone flat. "The one who was actually watching my back and used the opportunity to pin my arm."
"...Yes?"
With a deep sigh, Adrian grabbed the leg closest to him and used his vampiric strength to knock Trevor back. He landed with an oomph, feeling his grip loosen on Adrian's arm. It now pinned him, the leg Adrian had grabbed pushed up towards his chest.
"I'll allow it," Adrian repeated. A small smile played at his lips. "Now, I'll assume you want, uh..."
With even his brief glance down, both men blushed. Trevor cleared his throat and said, "I'll head to my room."
"The servants will bring you more tea," Adrian said faintly, both of them moving apart and standing again. "Drink it."
Trevor said nothing, rubbing at the back of his neck. His instincts from the road urged him to go, to flee, before things got even more awkward. A very small part of him, one he wasn't even sure he had until today, screamed at him to break the uncomfortable atmosphere. Trevor didn't know how to do that. But, oh hell, it had never stopped him before.
With a friendly slap on the back, Trevor caught Adrian's wandering attention. "I'll uh, see you later then. For. The trip."
Adrian hummed vague agreement.
"But, mmh, I should probably have more weapons. You know. Just in case."
Adrian took a breath, paused, then let it out with a lopsided, almost hesitant smile. "Do you really think more weapons will make you a better fighter?"
"It gives me more options," Trevor said, suddenly indignant. "I improvise while I fight, adapt. It's important."
The smile on Adrian looked more confident and teasing. "It's a bar fight."
"I ran out of instructors willing to teach 'proper form' a religious pariah."
"Hm. I suppose so." Trevor raised a sarcastic brow at Adrian; He looked thoughtful. "What of my father?"
Trevor blinked, then burst out into full bodied laughter, both arms wrapped around his torso. He had to screw his eyes shut to contain most of his mirth, but he was certain he could feel a glare on him. Dracula, teaching a Belmont to fight. Trevor tried to speak a few times, but the laughter used up all of his air, so his words came out choppy and indistinguishable. A slap upside his head got his mouth functioning again.
"Ah fuck!"
"There's no need to laugh, it was merely a suggestion. We can find some weapons tomorrow."
Trevor rubbed at his head, a small throbbing returned inside. "Weren't you trying to get me to take care of myself not a minute ago?"
Adrian sighed and walked towards the entrance of the training room. With a flick of his fingers, he summoned his sword to his sheath. "Yes. Go take care of yourself, and if necessary... 'take care' of yourself."
Adrian's smirk brought the heat back to climb Trevor's ears, then he was gone.
Trevor muttered curses to himself and retrieved his own weapons. The dhampir was infuriating and intriguing all in one. He would blush bright at some implications, yet smirk as if completely unaffected at others. Trevor was willing to admit, at least to himself, the mystery was part of the draw for him. The other parts, well.
Trevor ran a thumb over his curled whip. Just being held was appealing, more than it should have been. As Trevor wandered back through the halls towards his room, his mind ran over the light touches to his face and neck, then the harder press of mouths.
He wanted it, he couldn't deny it, he'd said as much out loud. Trevor Belmont wanted Adrian Țepeș. A small, hopeful smile crept onto Trevor's face.
"Maybe this trip will be worth something after all."
Ahaha, poor Trevor. He's just, ah, a little too excited. ;D So yeah! Dey kiss. Good. Obviously they aren't gonna jump into a relationship immediately, they still have their own reservations, but at least they're acknowledging their feelings on the matter.
And we got little bits of their moves from the s1 fight, cause daaamn the choreography on that, I wanna marry it. But how do they kEEP ENDING UP ON THE FLOOR? gdi. I tried to stop them guys. I honestly tried to stop the chapter earlier, then they just kept fckn touching each other. They are so thirsty.
Next up, and hopefully posting next week on my AO3 (ohgodplease), a little Lisa/Drac smut! ヽ(。ゝω･)ﾉ ;:*
So! Lemme know what you think, and keep an eye out for more CV trash, haha. Laters~
EDIT 12/21: The smut is up! My AO3 name is the same as on here.