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He’s staggering down the hall, desperate to reach a point in the whole mansion that could let them escape the heat of the fire. It’s all he can see, all he can hear, all he can smell. It’s everywhere. It’s on the floor, crawling up the walls, up the doors.
He can’t think, can only try to hold up the weight of Annabeth as he desperately looks for any way to get out.
“Ana, you have to move with me, I can’t hold you up forever, please.” He grunts.
He doesn’t get a response, and when he looks to the side to say something else he’s greeted by the melting face of his older sister, jaw hanging open as the tendons in her face snap and blacken from the heat.
What used to be her skin drips onto his clothes and he flinches, pushing her away from himself.
“Annabeth!” He yells but it’s too late, her body has already crumbled to the floor alongside the rest of his family, his parents in the center while his aunt and cousins and siblings surround them.
All they are is bones hanging onto pieces of melted skin and he feels sick, feels like he wants to hurl all over his feet. He stumbles backwards, feeling the heat of the fire at his back, closing in on him. He’s stuck between the rising flames and the pile of bodies that used to be his family, when he hears a voice call out to him.
“Trevor.”
He tenses, recognizing the voice.
“Trevor dear, look at us.”
The voice compels him to obey almost instantly. It’s sickening the way the corpse on the ground mimics the sweet voice perfectly, makes him forget for a second that he’s in the middle of a tempest of flames in his childhood home. It’s the same voice he heard whenever he was scolded, the voice of the woman he so lovingly called maman even when he grew too old to be referring to her in such a childish way.
He turns, and instead of meeting his mothers beautiful face he finds the pile of bodies, all now having their faces turned towards him, eyeballs intact and jaws moving.
They all speak in unison.
“Look what you did to us. Look at what you let us become. How you left us to burn. This is your fate, last son of Belmont.”
The dead yell at him, and all he can do is listen.
“Everyone you love will burn.”
He jolts awake, gasping for breath. His heart is hammering against his chest, he feels like any minute now it’ll burst out of his ribs.
The sheets are sticking to his sweating legs and he angrily kicks them off. His back itches with phantom wounds. He presses a hand against his chest, trying to calm his breathing.
“Shit…” he groans. He hasn’t had a nightmare like that in… months at the very least.
With everything they had going on with Dracula, he was very much more preoccupied with trying to save the world than focusing on any dark thing his mind could’ve thrown at him.
Now however, after defeating Dracula and staying in the castle to help Alucard clean as much as possible his mind has been trying its best to undo all the progress he’d done in the months he’d finally been able to get a full nights sleep.
His whole life Trevor has been haunted by the dreams of his family home burning to the ground. What little he can remember, what little he has allowed himself to remember, will always follow him like a ghost.
There’s a reason he would rather pass out drunk than sleep sober.
Grumbling, he swings his legs off the side of the bed and stands. He grabs his clothes and pulls them on hastily. He trots out of the room they had decided would be his and walks further into the hall.
He’s doesn’t care where he goes, all he wants to do is forget the nightmare and not wake the other residents in the hall, especially the half vampire with exceptionally good hearing.
He wonders the halls, walking in silence as more and more memories filter to the forefront of his mind unbidden.
The thing he recalls the most is the noise. His younger siblings screams’ as they realized the front hall was already burning, his father's booming voice shouting instructions, his mother yelling at them to run from the flames. The crackling of the flames that got closer and closer.
The sickening realization that the church had managed to rail the townspeople against them, that the very people the Belmont’s had sworn to protect had become their damnation.
“The house of Belmont was martyred by the church for killing monsters. What a joke.” He scoffs, turning through one of the many maze like halls of the castle.
He stops as he realizes that he’s just turned into a part of the castle that he’s never seen before and curses aloud.
“Great. Nice fucking job Trevor, getting lost in a giant fucking magic castle.” he’s talking to himself like a crazy bastard, but anything is better than paying attention to the shrill screams still bouncing through his head.
He looks around, noticing the smooth marble floors and the velvety walls. The place looked untouched, like it was unaware a battle had taken place in the castle a mere month ago. He walked towards the closest door, turning the knob and seeing where the open door would lead him.
The inside, surprisingly, led to a huge open balcony.
Trevor stepped inside, feeling the air on his face. He scoffed, of course Dracula had built balconies on the insanely high death spirals of the castle.
He stepped further onto the balcony, taking careful steps in case this place had been damaged during the fight. The structure looked secure enough, if a little dusty.
He looked around, finding a plush red seat on the corner and letting himself drop onto it.
It was a nice space, all things considered. As high up as he was, just a wrong step could make him tumble off the damned edge, but still he pulled the chair closer so he was sitting facing the horizon.
He could see the woods he grew up in from where he stood. It was facing away from the Belmont hold, which was a bonus.
The cold wind hitting his face was sobering.
Gods, he was exhausted. He misses the days when he could just curl up in his tree and forget about everything.
It used to be the simplest thing in the world to find a comfortable spot and fall asleep. He hadn’t even known how good he had it until suddenly all his adolescent nights had been filled with searing pain and never ending nightmares.
Trevor sighed, leaning back in the chair and crossing his arms over hist chest. Maybe if he just closed is eyes and forced himself to relax he’d be able to finally get some rest.
He closes his eyes, relaxing his shoulders and allowing himself to let his guard down. Sleep claims him quickly.
Fire.
It was everywhere he looked, flashes of orange and angry red that wove between the billowing smoke. It filed his lungs, singed his nose hair and made his eyes water. He coughs, the air so thick it clogs his throat, sticks to the roof of his mouth. He can’t swallow, can’t think, can barely breathe.
There’s two people standing beyond the smoke.
He thinks it’s the twins at first, but no, that’s wrong, their heights are different and the boys are the same size so it must be Annabeth and little Katheryne and he has to move, has to get to them before it’s too late, before the fire gets to them and takes them away like it does every time and why isn’t he moving-
The wind blows with an unnatural strength, and the smoke clears.
Trevor feels his heart plummet to the base of his stomach, because there in front of him-
It’s Alucard and Sypha.
‘No,’ he thinks desperately, ‘not them. Please God, not them.’
He moves. All at once his feet carry him across the yard where he’s standing but it’s not enough. He won’t make it in time, he knows. He never does.
“PLEASE! GOD, SPARE THEM!” He yells, willing his legs to pump faster. He ignores the wet heat he can feel dripping down his face.
But god has never shown kindness to Trevor, not even when he was 12 and kneeling on a dirty alley and begging to be taken in his families place. And so, god once again ignores his pleas.
The fire stars to engulf Alucard and Sypha.
He gasps, feeling his chest constrict painfully at the sight of them. He watches as the flames start at their feet and catch on the rest of their clothes, eating away at them like a hungry beast.
They light up in hues of orange and red and flickering yellows, and he can’t look away. Its beautiful. It’s horrendous. He feels like he’ll throw up.
The fire has already started to melt the skin off their faces when golden eyes latch onto his. Alucards eyes are the only distinguishable thing on this face. He opens his mouth.
“Trevor….”
Trevor stops and pushes his hands against his ears, he didn’t want to hear whatever vile accusation was about to come his way.
“Trevor….”
“Trevor…”
“Trevor?…”
“TREVOR!”
Trevor startles awake, nearly toppling out of the chair, frantically gasping for breath. He didn’t know where he was, couldn’t remember anything but the growing heat at his back.
There were hands on his back.
Trevor thrashes, trying to get away, they just wanted to burn him so he had to get away-
“Trevor!”
The call is jarring, breaking him out of his stupor. In front of him, blinding gold eyes stare at his face as he coughs, finally getting his breathing under control and filling his lungs.
It had only been a nightmare.
One of the hands on his back travels to the back of his neck and stays there. It’s cool against his heated and sweaty skin.
“Are you alright?..” Alucard asks, crouching awkwardly in front of him.
Alucard lowers the hand still on Trevor’s back, letting it drop to his knee.
He’s too tired to have this conversation, still catching his breath and processing that nothing is on fire or currently burning so he tries to shrug the hand off his neck which only works to make Alucards fingers tighten on his nape. He ignores it.
“I’m fucking peachy. What in hells name are you doing here?” He’s being mean on purpose, which makes him feel a whole new level of shitty but that’s just how the night’s been going for him.
Alucard frowns, his eyes narrowing slightly like they do whenever he’s thinking.
“I heard your heartbeat spike rather suddenly. I came to see what happened.”
“Nothing happened. You can go back to your coffin or back to whatever you were doing,” Trevor snaps, glancing down at his feet.
Before Alucard can say anything else, Trevor abruptly stands, stumbling slightly before planting his feet and righting himself.
“Well, whatever. I’ll probably just go back to my room.”
He side steps Alucard and starts to walk away when a strong hand wraps around his bicep, stopping him before he can even get more than a few feet away. He tried to jerk away, but the hand on his arm remained.
“What the fuck do you want, Alucard?” He glared over his shoulder.
“You’re tense, Trevor. You’ve sweat through your shirt and you look like you’re about to fall dead on your feet,” Alucard comes closer, looking down at him slightly with intense eyes, “you should take a bath before going to your chambers.”
The anger that spikes through his chest is completely irrational.
“Fuck you, you damned vampire. You think you can just pretend you actually care about me?” He snarls, finally tugging his arm out of the vampires grip.
“Well that’s funny considering what you did last time, even after I told you-“ he cuts himself off abruptly, his brain catching up to his words far too late.
His eyes flicker up to Alucard’s face and there he can see bright golden eyes lowered in barely concealed guilt.
Right.
They’d had a bad argument months ago that had left both bitter and isolated from each other. Trevor was sure the look of hurt on Alucards face was reflected on his own. He’d rather they didn’t talk about it now.
Trevor turns without a word and walks through the door back inside the castle.
He’s already halfway down the hall when he feels a hand press into his lower back, gently guiding him off to the side.
He sighes “Alucard-“
“Trevor, please. You’re tired, and you swayed with exhaustion earlier,” Alucard’s voice had gone soft “You’ll feel better with a bath.”
He wanted to argue but, fuck, he really was tired.
He rubs the back of his hand over his eyes and exhales sharply “Fine… I’ll take that damned bath.”
He stalks off before waiting for Alucard, hoping that the faster he gets this over with the faster he can fuck off and drink at least half his weight in wine before passing out and forgetting every last detail from this night. He can’t hear anything behind him but he knows the dhampir is following. He turns down a slightly familiar hallway and is pleased to find his memory led him straight to the washroom in the upper floor.
Entering the spacious room does little to alleviate the heavy tension he can feel between himself and the silent man behind him.
Alucard moves quietly around the washroom, pulling complicated looking levers and adjusting some of the other things that were sticking out the wall. He’d said none of it was magic, just science. Trevor still wasn’t sure whether to believe him or not. Gods knew what things Dracula had done in this castle in all the years he had lived in it, much less after the bastard went crazy and tried to kill all of Wallachia.
But for once he wasn’t eyeing the room suspiciously, opting to watch as steaming water began to pour directly into the large metal basin.
Science or not, a warm bath sounded divine right now. And it probably wouldn’t kill him, which was a luxury he didn’t always get. As the bath continued to fill, Trevor waited for Alucard to leave the room so he could start the process of undressing himself.
What he wasn’t expecting was for the vampire to walk over to the basin and begin unlacing his shirt.
Giving a start, Trevor stares. “What the fuck are you doing,” he asks incredulous. Alucard gives an annoyed sigh and glowers at him.
“I am undressing for the bath, Belmont. Which is what you should be doing also.”
Trevor goes to answer something snarky, when Alucard lifts his shirt over his head and his words get stuck in his throat.
Alucard looks like pure fucking marble, with his lithe torso looking like a statue crafted to perfection. His heart starts to beat faster and he swallows, mouth suddenly dry.
Alucard looks up then, catching his gaze and raising a golden eyebrow accompanied by a small smirk. Trevor looks away and turns, feeling his face heat. The asshole was doing that on purpose, damn him.
He begins to hastily unwrap his forearm guards, refusing to acknowledge whatever was happening. While Alucard takes his time getting undressed and folding his clothes into a neat pile, Trevor takes his shirt and trousers off as fast as he can manage. He’s already completely naked and stepping into the warmed water by the time Alucard adds his trousers to the pile of folded clothes.
Trevor sighs, closing his eyes and letting his body sink into the water. It was heavenly, warm and clean. He felt like he could fall asleep right there. But he couldn’t let that happen, not until he had that bottle of wine.
There was no way he would be able to sleep through the remainder of the night if he was sober. Two nightmares in a row was definitely pushing it.
The water splashes next to him as Alucard lowers himself into the bath, the water gently swaying against his waist. A pleasant smell reaches his nose and he finally opens his eyes to see Alucard finish pouring a little vile of oil into the bath water.
“It’s just a bit of lavender oil. It helps the muscles relax and Its personally my favorite fragrance,” Alucard starts “I thought it would help you relax a bit.”
Alucard keeps his eyes on Trevor, gaze intense the way it always is.
“…Thank you.” He grumbles, rubbing the oil saturated water into his skin.
He could’ve said anything else, but he’s tired of the bullshit insults he’s been throwing the dhampires way.
Alucard walks over to him, soap and cloth in hand.
“Turn around, I’ll wash you.”
"That truly is not necessary," He scowls "I know how to wash myself perfectly fine."
Alucard stares back at him, unimpressed.
"Turn around, Belmont. I will not repeat myself."
Trevor rolls his eyes, what a dramatic fucker. When he takes too long to comply, Alycard walks until they are nearly pressed chest to chest. Trevor looks Alucard up and down and gives a cocky smirk.
"My, you could have just asked if all you wanted was some skin on skin contact," he wiggles his eyebrows just to be a little shit.
Alucard glares, “Trevor.”
Trevor stares ahead without moving, turning the question around in his head. There were probably a million things him and Alucard hadn’t spoken about. Things they hadn’t been brave enough to say aloud, or simply hadn’t had the time to talk about what with killing Dracula and all.
Things would undoubtedly change between them if Alucard continued doing whatever the hell this was.
Trevor sighs, deciding it’s probably been long enough of dancing around each other.
He takes a deep breath, not wanting to think too deeply about what it may mean that this is the first time he’s ever let anyone see his uncovered back.
He steps away from the edge of the bath and turns, baring his back to Alucard. He hears Alucard take a sharp breath and forces himself to stay still.
Trevor does nothing but stare at the far off wall as several moments pass in silence. He knows perfectly well what his body looks like. Knows the many dots and lines that mar his chest, his arms, his legs.
“Can I….”
Alucards voice pulls him back into the moment, his voice sounding breathless.
“You’re the one who insisted on washing me,” he grits out, “do whatever you need to.”
Of course he knows what Alucard is seeing. Knew what type of conversation would begin to unfold in the moment, but maybe it’s the tiredness creeping its way through his mind that makes him throw all caution to the wind.
He feels when Alucard comes up close behind him, feels Alucard begin to cup water into his hands and carefully pour it over his shoulders and down his back.
It feels good, and Trevor sighs as Alucard begins to rub soap over him.
“They’re from the fire,” he says, finally acknowledging the huge scarring spanning across from his right shoulder blade to the center of his spine.
Had Trevor taken anything from the reserves of alcohol in the castle he’d be vehemently blaming his loosened tongue on being drunk. But that would be taking the cowards way out, and Trevor isn’t particularly fond of that thought. He’d already run enough from his problems, he’d be damned if this ended up another thing on his list. He’s already laid his bed, after all.
He clears his throat as Alucard starts carefully rubbing soap over his shoulders and back.
“I was asleep when the fire began. The screaming of my sisters woke me.”
Trevor forces his lungs to take steady breaths, focusing still on Alucard carefully cleaning the sweat and grime off his back.
“Something fell on me, I think. Can’t really remember clearly.” Trevor turns his head to the side, trying to catch Alucard from the corner of his eye. He hasn’t seen the reaction in the dhampires face and it was making him feel nervous.
“There was a whole crowd of people who started the fire, so they pretty much just left me there to burn.” He gulps.
“I was pretty out of it but I’m sure one of them must’ve tried to hold me down or something.” He says this as casually as he can, almost at if it’s not the reason hands on his back cause his paranoia to flare.
Alucards gold eyes latch onto his filled with an expression that Trevor can’t name.
“You said you were twelve when it happened,” Alucard takes a breath, something deep and shuddering “How on earth did you even survive something like this?”
Trevor chuckles, the bitter sound spilling from his lips “Yeah well, some old lady found my poor arse and treated me. Not sure yet if I should be thankful or not.”
Alucards brow sinks angrily over the line of his eyes and Trevor turns his face back to the front, letting his hands lift onto the edge of the enormous tub. He felt fucking jittery all of a sudden. He couldn’t keep his bloody hands still.
“Don’t do that,” Alucard hisses, and the hairs at the back of Trevors neck stand.
‘Danger.’ His instincts whisper. ‘Predator.’
And Trevor must truly be the worst of the Belmont line because he ignores them, pushes them down the way he’s done more and more around the half vampire.
Trevor breathes deep, wills his body to remain relaxed and pliable under Alucards hands.
“Do what?” He asks as nonchalantly as he can.
“Talk about your own life like it means nothing. Like it wouldn’t ruin me if something happened to you.” Alucard goes on, voice losing some of that intense quality and going soft around the edges and-
What did he just say?
He doesn’t have time to process as Alucard crowds further into him, pressing his chest to the entirety of Trevors back. The warm water from the bath has leveled Alucards natural chilled temperature, making Trevor shiver at the lukewarm feel of his skin.
It’s all he can think before his senses zero in on the feeling of hot, damp lips mouthing along his neck.
Trevor gasps, closing his eyes against the sudden sensation.
Alucard continues to leave open mouthed kisses on the curve between his neck and shoulder before moving up. He finds the spot below Trevor’s ear, nibbling and sucking on the spot until Trevor was certain Alucard had left a spot.
The feeling makes him exhale in pleasure, the feeling of Alucards fangs against his neck doing nothing to make it feel less good.
When Alucard detaches himself from Trevor’s neck he finally has a moment of clarity.
“W-wait. The hell are ya’ doin’?”
An arm snakes across Trevor’s chest as if to hold him in place.
“I am aware that there are… some things I need to clarify to you.” Alucard mutters into his shoulder, nibbling on a spot that was quickly becoming tender under the attention of Alucards mouth.
“But for right now I simply wish to show you that I care for you.” Another light kiss pressed against his neck, and wow Trevor really should’ve seen the neck fixation coming from a vampire.
“Would you allow me?” It’s whispered against his ear and Trevor doesn’t even need to think about it.
“Of course,” He breathes,
And so Alucard goes kissing wherever he can, brushing Trevor’s damp hair out of the way to bite and press his lips lower and lower. Alucard traces a path of kisses down Trevor’s spine, from his right shoulder to the half of his back and up again. He repeats the action once more before Trevor realized what exactly it is that Alucard is tracing.
It’s the scar. The one from the fire that takes up the most space in his body. Alucard is paying attention to the mark like it’s something to be cherished, like it’s something precious. Like Trevor is something precious.
Trevor squeezes his eyes shut, breath shuddering as he remains unmoving in the vampires arms. This is what they’ve both been missing out on.
Months of running away from the other all because they’d been fighting for their lives, never knowing when the other could die or in Trevor’s misguided belief, when Alucard could potentially betray him and Sypha. He knew better now, knew that the other man would never be capable of such a thing. But the memory of being pushed away by him still stung, even after having been somewhat buried by the subsequent battle to defeat Dracula.
It didn’t sting now, however. Not with Alucard damn near ravishing him and Trevor’s brain succumbing to the fog of exhaustion that was steadily taking over. It felt good. Mind numbingly so.
He must have drifted off like that, held upright by Alucards arms and warmth filling his chest and stomach because the next thing he’s aware of he’s being carried into his room.
“Aluc’rd?…”
A hum is his only answer as Alucard advances into his room. When Alucard places him on the bed Trevor takes the time to wake himself and realize that he was now dressed in one of the castles bathroom robes. The things were ridiculously big and undeniably the most comfortable thing Trevor had likely ever felt.
“Where do you keep your under clothes?” Alucard asked, rummaging through Trevor’s closet.
“I keep ‘em’ in the chest”
He gestures absentmindedly towards the foot of the bed, too tired to really care about the fact that Alucard had likely dried and dressed him after the bath.
Trevor watched through heavy eyes as Alucard picked out the article of clothing from the chest and walked before him.
The room was dimly lit by the little moonlight streaming in through the curtains, and yet in the darkness Alucard looked radiant.
In some distant corner of Trevor’s mind it reminded him of the nightmare he’d had, where Alucard had glowed with the light of the fire. It didn’t matter now. All that mattered was putting on the damned underpants and going to sleep.
Trevor starts disrobing on the bed, not bothering to stand and simply snatching the article of clothing and slipping it on underneath Alucards watchful gaze.
At Alucards raised eyebrow, Trevor crosses his arms defensively over his bare chest.
“What?” He asked. “I hope you’re not expecting me to wear a tunic to sleep.”
“Of course not. It would be too much to ask for someone as indecent as you.”
A laugh escapes Trevor at the familiar comment. He lies back on the bed, lifting the sheets to cover himself while he makes room on one side of it.
“Get in here before I change my mind,” He says.
Alucard stares with his mouth agape, his fangs just barely peeking out from inside his mouth. Trevor thinks he shouldn’t find that as endearing as he does.
“It wasn’t my intention- I didn’t bring you here to-“
“I know you didn’t mean anything by bringing me up here, just get in the bloody bed.” Trevor reaches a hand over and grabs onto Alucards wrist, barely tugging him forward.
It’s all it takes for Alucard to fall down next to him on the bed, twisting and turning until their legs were intertwined.
“There are things I still have to explain. Why I said what I said,” Alucard began.
“Mhm,” Trevor hums low, eyes closed and barely listening.
“I was afraid that one of us could die fighting my father,” He swallows, “And I hurt you. Said things I never meant. Just to push you away.”
Trevor startles as Alucards hand cups his face, his thumb tracing the scar that ran down Trevor’s face.
Trevor sighs softly “As much as I agree that we need to have a chat, let’s leave that for tomorrow, yeah? I’m about to pass out.”
Alucards chuckles reach his ears. He feels the other man circle his arms around him in a loose embrace. He couldn’t help but keep looking at Alucard through heavy eyes. It felt good to be held. To be here with the blond haired man.
Maybe he’d finally be able to get a good nights rest like this.
“Sleep. I’ll be here if you have any more nightmares.”
The dhampir had a knowing look in his eyes. Trevor scoffed. Of course he knew. He’d probably been aware of what had awakened Trevor since before he left his room.
“Rude. You can’t spy on me while I sleep. Maybe I’ll kick you out of the room just for that,” but he only snuggles closer to the dhampir.
Alucard laughs quietly and presses a fleeting kiss to his cheek. With a smile, Trevor closes his eyes.
“Good night, Belmont.”
He sleeps better than ever before.