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Prompt: Dirty/Clean/Touch
Despite Alucard’s many digs to the contrary, Trevor was a fine-looking man, and he’d always appreciated Sypha’s gamine beauty. So when they invited him into their bed, it should’ve been easy to let the both of them touch him at once.
It had been fine, more or less, up until Sypha had trailed her hand down his forearm and briefly encircled his wrist.
He’d sort of blacked out what had happened next, but they’d told him, when his breaths were no longer coming in ragged, shallow gasps, when he no longer felt like his skin was burning and constricting him alive. In his flashback, blind and half-mad with terror, he’d summoned his sword to him.
He hadn’t pointed it at them, much less used it, for which he said a silent prayer of thanks to any deity that might listen. All the same, it was traumatic for everyone involved.
When they learned why it had happened, Trevor and Sypha were predictably furious at the two who’d hurt him at such a vulnerable moment, sad that he’d experienced it, and open to letting him take the lead and do whatever he was comfortable with.
So he romanced them independently, for a time. Kissed them one-on-one, held them close, brought them pleasure and let them do the same for him. And it was good, but—
But he wanted more.
He wasn’t sure whether he should blame his human side or the vampire side for the dirty thoughts that invaded his mind. Vampires called humans base animals that could only comprehend the simple bodily needs of sleep and food and rutting, while humans called vampires lascivious sexual deviants.
All that shame and disgust on both sides of his heritage meant he would never have asked for more experimentation to find a way to bring the three of them together during sex without triggering his memories of his assault.
Thankfully, he didn’t have to; Trevor was the one who brought it up.
“You look so beautiful,” he murmured in between moans and breathless curses. “God, I wish Sypha could see you like this.” Like this meant folded in half against a wall, his long elegant legs draped together over one of Trevor’s broad shoulders as Trevor fucked his inner thighs.
When they were finished, sweaty and dazed, Alucard paused while wiping his belly clean of the mess of their mingled seed. “You know, I think that would be all right,” he said hesitantly. “Although ... maybe I could just watch the two of you first?”
It turned out Trevor and Sypha were happy to indulge him. Trevor’s years alone had left him practically starved and insatiable for any kind of sexual attention, ready to try anything once. And Sypha’s people had a notably open-minded attitude towards pleasure, seeing it as something that need not be hidden away.
So Alucard played the voyeur for a time, his hungry eyes blazing out from the dimness of Trevor and Sypha’s room, tracing every inch of skin that they showed. They more or less ignored him at first, too occupied with taking their own pleasure; as they grew more comfortable, they began putting on more of a show, trying new positions and new angles and addressing him by name. It was almost embarrassing how quickly it could bring him to his peak, watching the two of them call out to him and describe their own fantasies. It felt thrilling, yet also safe, to stay apart from them, untouched by them. He was free (and invited) to fantasize about their touch without any danger of being thrown back to the memory of hands that had touched him with concealed hatred and ill-intent.
When he felt bold enough to be one of the parties on exhibition, that was an entirely new set of thrills; watching Sypha’s face grow redder than her hair as her Treffy shuddered apart under Alucard’s expert touch, watching Trevor’s knuckles go white as he gripped the chair to restrain himself from palming the bulge in his trousers at the sight of Sypha sinking herself down onto Alucard’s length.
Maybe someday he’d feel clean enough to try letting them both take him at once. For now, this was plenty.