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Trevor was going to lose this fight. He could tell, just based on the burning in his muscles and the way each of his strikes was a hair slower than it should have been to catch his opponent, that eventually his offense-as-defense would falter, and he would be caught. He was still going to put up a hell of a fight though.
"Go on Belmont," his opponent crooned, red burning through the gaze as he sped away from yet another strike. "Aren't you going to stop me from getting so close to you? Or do you miss my touch so much?"
Through his wider sweeps and tighter snaps of his whip, the occasional spare weapon he could grab and use to his advantage, and the increasingly intense acrobatics he did to keep from being pinned down, Trevor breathed through the burning in his body. His lungs, his limbs, oh especially his scarred arm. But he didn't let on, because he didn't want things to end so soon. Sweat dripped down his face and soaked his shirt. He'd need a bath, certainly, but only if he was-
"Caught you."
Trevor tried to twist around to meet the voice which came from behind him, but it was too late. There was a hand around his wrist, and another in his hair, tugging his head to the side, a strong torso right against his back. So close, Trevor's whip was near useless. He'd have to drop it to pick up another weapon, and his neck was exposed; it would be too late.
"You lose."
Trevor shivered. "Do you have to breathe it right in my ear?"
"Do I? Hm. I think the better question is why do you like it?" Trevor frowned at the teasing and heard a soft laugh.
"Don't act like you haven't sucked my dick, Alucard." The hum he got in response was probably a combination of disapproval of his crassness and that cute embarrassment Alucard often showed because of it. Trevor hoped the bastard was blushing. "You're the one who enjoys how much I like it."
His hair was released, giving Trevor the chance to turn his head and glare back, though he still couldn't move, since those long fingers merely shifted down far enough to dip under Trevor's shirt and run through his chest hair. Trevor shifting only got him a palm pressed to his chest, keeping him pinned against the firm chest behind him, then a careful flick to one of his nipples. He grunted. "So you do like this sort of thing?"
"You teasing me?" That got another flick, followed by a gentle rub and a light pinch. Trevor strained his pinned wrist but couldn't bring it anywhere close to his own body, the hold on it too strong.
"You being caught by me," Alucard corrected, eyes glinting in amusement.
Which was fairly obvious, wasn't it? Not that Trevor really wanted to say so out loud. "We were supposed to be practicing," Trevor grumbled instead.
"And yet," Alucard murmured, parting the shirt more to reach over and roll the opposite nipple around, getting some low curses in response, "You aren't trying very hard to break free, are you?"
Trevor huffed a breath, then immediately had to catch it when Alucard pinched him and laughed again.
"Not that I think any enemies would leave me alive this long."
"True. They might find your mouthiness too frustrating to bear."
Unfortunately, stomping his foot down on one of Alucard's boots did nothing but earn him another chuckle and pinch to his nipple. Then, as soon as it came, Alucard was leaning in, just a little bit, to properly catch Trevor's gaze, the lavender scent of his hair oil stunning Trevor still again. His eyes were soft, melting like honey.
"You... you mean everything to me, you know."
A lump made itself at home in Trevor's throat. He couldn't find a way to respond, not with words. So, as usual, he let his actions speak for him. Turning his head and dropping part of his whip, Trevor brought his open and free hand up to Alucard. With a gentle guidance to that silky hair, Trevor brought Alucard's face down to his neck. Alucard's breathing hitched, and he pressed a light kiss there, waiting. Trevor didn't move. He trusted Alucard, and he had for years now. Even still, it always seemed to take Alucard off guard.
Thankfully, it only took another moment for Alucard to take the invitation, opening his mouth and sucking, hard. Trevor shivered as Alucard worried at the skin, leaving what was sure to be a fantastic bruise there. The following kiss made Trevor shift where he stood, aware of another problem.
"What are we doing here?" Trevor asked, suddenly ready to be done with their practice.
Chuckling into his neck, Alucard asked, "As opposed to in a bed?"
"Yes."
Alucard laughed a little longer, then pulled back and let go. "Well then, I suppose we call it my win?"
"Sure whatever," Trevor agreed, coiling up his whip as quick as he could.
"Then I get to pick what we do, exactly."
"If you wanted to fuck me, you could have just said-" Trevor yelped as Alucard swept him into his arms and carried him off. Despite the flush on his cheeks, there was a fire in his eyes. Well, alright then. Trevor certainly wasn't going to complain; Alucard taking charge was sure to be a good time.