Trevor P.O.V.
When I woke, it was near noon according to the clock on the table beside me. The sunlight filtering through the curtain told me it was really bright outside, the opposite of what it was behind my eyelids. I groaned in disappointment at my inability to keep sleeping and rose from the bed into a sitting position. I rubbed my face to wipe away some of my grogginess and looked around the floor for the pants I took off last night. I know I probably could have walked out of the room to the bathroom without much difficulty since it was just right outside the door, but the idea of Fang Face giving me shit about the size of my dick or how low my testicles hung irked me a bit too much. But then again, leave it to me to get pissed off about something that hasn't actually happened.
I grabbed my pants and made my way to the bathroom. I'd been standing there for a few moments taking a piss when I noticed that I didn't smell coffee. Strange. Guess that meant I would have to make some myself. Damn Y/N for getting me addicted to coffee in the mornings! Luckily I watched her make it, so I knew exactly where to find everything to brew up a pot. Finishing up, I made my way back to my room to at least grab a shirt before going out to the kitchen, but by the time I'd finished I could hear someone tinkering around and smell the coffee through the apartment.
Making my way down the hall, I figured that I had the opportunity to talk to Y/N about how things were going and if any progress had been made with Fang Face in the relationship department. He had it for her so bad, but it was becoming a worry between Sypha and me about whether he'd finally said more about the whole mate thing yet or not. As I got closer, however, I heard an off-tune whistling, dishes clattering and cabinets opening and closing. What I saw when I finally rounded the corner, however, was something I really wish I could have slept through.
Standing in front of the stove stood Fang Face. No shirt. Sweatpants hanging low on his hips. Fuzzy slippers with dog faces on the front. Hair still a bit wet thrown over one shoulder. Pink apron with a kitten face on the front. My greatest horrors personified.
"Morning, Belmont. Coffee will be ready shortly," he said without looking away from the pan he was moving eggs around in on the stove.
"You couldn't find something more suitable to wear?" I asked snarkily.
"I couldn't find my shirt," he laughed. "I was in a hurry to get out here and make coffee before everyone got up, so I didn't stop to grab another."
I walked back around behind him to grab a coffee cup from the cabinet so I could indulge in my new morning necessity, but when I turned back around to go the other way I was presented with his back.
"What the hell happened to you?" I asked, a little afraid to hear anything he had to say.
"What?" he turned with a puzzled look on his face only to draw up short and smirk. "I think you know, Belmont. You aren't that much of a dipshit as not to figure it out."
"Look, I can easily understand a bit of clawing on the back and shit during sex. I've had quite a few of those energetic sessions myself. But your back looks like you've been attacked by a very large cat. Or a bear. Or a pack of wolves under the impression you have better meat hidden beneath your skin somewhere."
"Well," he answered back with a laugh, "Y/N and I did have more than one encounter this morning." He then turned to look at me, a smirk on his face while wiggling his eyebrows. "Besides, you should see her."
Before I could say anything else, he'd emptied the eggs onto a plate with a croissant he'd heated in the microwave, a small bit of butter and put it onto a wooden tray that had two cups of coffee already prepared on it. He then picked up the tray and started back toward Y/N's bedroom while waving to me. Apparently he'd run across Sypha as she'd come out of the bathroom as he greeted her as well before going into the bedroom and closing the door.
Sypha wasted no time as she quick shuffled into the kitchen with a shocked expression stuck on her face.
"Did you see his back?" she whispered to me.
"You don't have to whisper, Sypha,"I reminded her. "The bedrooms are sound proofed, remember? We can't hear them and they can't hear us." I set about making her a cup of coffee as well before urging her back toward the table.
"Well, did you?" she asked again.
"Yes, I did. I already questioned him about it, and he told me he and Y/N finally did the deed."
Rolling her eyes to the ceiling, Sypha smiled and said, "Its about damn time, too. The tension between those two was so thick you could struggle to breathe."
"I know," I laughed in response. "I was worried he wouldn't ever get the nerve to say or do something before we went to that adult store." Then it dawned on me.
"That's the reason she took us there!" I shouted excitedly. "It wasn't so you and I would be embarrassed to hell, but to encourage him to make a move."
Sypha and I laughed about the whole situation for a bit before she finally said, "She really tore his back to shreds, though. And his neck had some rather impressive bite marks on it as well."
"Well fuck, I didn't see those."
"You know," Sypha began, "I think he's trying not to heal them."
I tilted my head toward her and raised an eyebrow. "What the hell?"
"Think about it, Belmont," she said with a sigh of exasperation. "He heals almost instantly from any damage he takes. Don't you think that those marks on him would disappear rather quickly?"
I grabbed my cup and took a sip of the hot liquid, instantly feeling the warmth spread through my body and a feeling of my senses awakening. No wonder there are stores that do nothing but sell this stuff. I could easily get used to having this drink every morning of every day...and I'm well on the way.
"He's probably proud of those marks and wanted to show them off," Sypha said with a giggle.
"I wouldn't be surprised if that wasn't part of it," I mused, "but I think it has more to do with Y/N. He probably gave her some similar marks and wants her to feel comfortable showing them off. After all, if he looks like that, one can only imagine what she looks like."
"And that's why he brought her breakfast in bed," Sypha smirked. "She probably can't walk thanks to him."
"Oh fuck, woman!" I grumped while clenching my eyes shut tight. I rubbed my temples and pinched the bridge of my nose before saying, "Would you please refrain from telling me things about their sex life? I don't want a mental picture haunting me....never mind. There it is." She laughed at my reaction, which I knew she would, and started buzzing around the kitchen to make the two of us something to eat.
Reader P.O.V.
After Adrian came in with breakfast, the two of us sat chatting and laughing while eating. I felt so comfortable sitting next to him without my clothing that I hardly noticed him occasionally staring at my skin. If he hadn't said anything about it, I probably never would have realized what was going on.
"I can't believe how many bruises I gave you," he said mournfully. I turned my head to look at him and saw the sadness in his eyes.
"Adrian, stop," I warned. "This really doesn't hurt at all. I'm a little stiff, that I'll admit, but these little marks don't hurt."
"Ok, I'll stop," he said on a sigh. "But those bite marks have to hurt just a little."
I swivled my head experimentally and found that it did hurt a little bit. I thought about how he bit the same spot repeatedly and figured that might have had something to do with it, but didn't regret a single thing because it felt so good at the time. Next thing I knew, Adrian was gently rubbing soothing circles into the area around the bites and coaxing soft moans from me.
"That feels wonderful," I hummed and felt him shift behind me to massage my other shoulder as well. The warmth of his hands and fatigue from our earlier activities finally crashed together to make my already heavy lids close. I found myself slipping off to sleep with Adrian gently kissing my temple and sliding me down under the covers.
"Sleep well, love. I'll be in the other room if you need me." I hummed to him and heard the door softly click shut.
The next time I opened my eyes the clock on the dresser said it was just after 4 pm. Groggily I sat up in bed, unused to sleeping so late and a little upset that I didn't wake sooner. Here I was with three people who have never been to this time cooped up in my apartment with nothing to do other than watch television, a movie or play a game while I sat back here in my room sucking up the pillowcase. Upset with myself, I got up out of bed to grab clothes and make myself a bit more presentable.
While brushing my hair out I decided that I didn't wish to cook and thought fast food isn't exactly what I wanted. Instead, I decided I would take the trio out to have dinner at a family restaurant so they could sample something different. Completing my bathroom routine and finishing getting dressed, I made my way up the hallway to the others...only then realizing that I was going to clean up the living room when I got up that morning. Continuing toward the room, I could hear the others chatting and laughing.
"There's our sunshine," Trevor chuckled out. "Only coming out just before dusk has presented itself."
"Oh hush, Trevor," Sypha chided. "She deserves to sleep after everything."
I could feel my face turning an uncomfortable shade of red as I made my way to the couch next to Adrian, who welcomed me with open arms.
"Guys, I was thinking about something," I began. When I noticed I'd gotten everyone's attention, I continued. "What would you think about going out to dinner tonight?"
"Do we have to dress up fancy?" Trevor groaned.
"No, but it would be a good idea not to wear sweatpants," I spoke as a retort.
"Where are you thinking?" Sypha asked.
"Well, there's this family restaurant not that far from here. It offers things that I don't have here and we don't have to clean up afterwards." After some discussion, we all agreed that we should go out for dinner. Sypha, Trevor and Adrian all went back the bedrooms to get dressed properly for our outing while I checked to see how much I had left on my cards.
~~Time skip~~
We sat down at a table in the corner of the restaurant with a rounded booth in front of a large window. The sun slowly making it's way down to the horizon colored the sky with orange and pink tones, the purple and dark blue barely bleeding through. Yellow, orange and red decorated the puffy clouds that hung in the sky that held a promise of a calm night. The trees on the other side of the parking lot were decked out in reds, oranges, yellows and browns and announced the arrival of fall and hinted at the winter that was to come.
Trevor and Sypha sat on the edges of the booth with Adrian and I in between them, all of us chatting jovially about our surroundings. The waitress, a woman in her mid-twenties, bounced her way over toward our table and brought with her the menus and a drink list.
"I'll be back to get your drink orders here in a moment, ok?"
Sypha looked up and around the room before saying, "This place has a wonderful atmosphere. No wonder this is called a family restaurant."
"And you are all my family now, so its my pleasure to bring you here," I said honestly. I hadn't really thought about it before now, but I really had been thinking of it as such since I finally got Adrian to stop growling at me every five minutes. I smiled at the group surrounding me: Sypha and Trevor looking at the list of things to drink and talking back and forth over what to get while Adrian grabbed my hand under the table. I turned to look at him and he looked me in the eyes while laying a gentle kiss on my knuckles, causing me to blush like crazy.
"Have you all figured out what you'd like to drink?" the waitress interrupted with a smile.
"I'll order for all of us," I explained. I ordered iced coffees for all of us, a double shot of vanilla crème in mine. The waitress smiled once again and told us she would be back with the drinks and to take our orders in a moment. We expressed our thanks and turned to looking through the menus.
"I think you might like the fried fish dinner, Trevor," Sypha said while looking at the menu. "Seems like something you'd do yourself, to be perfectly honest."
"What are you getting?" Trevor asked.
"The baked salmon sounds pretty good to me," she answered quickly.
"I'm just going to get a fried pork chop," I said. "I haven't had one in a while."
"I'll get the same," Adrian responded. Shortly after our discussion, the waitress returned with the drinks, took our orders and menus and made her way back to the kitchens. I sat back and watched as the others took a sip of their iced coffees and laughed when their faces showed their reactions.
"Dammit, wench!" Trevor grouched. "As if I'm not addicted to this coffee shit already, here you go and give me another kind."
"It is rather lovely, though," Sypha added. "I didn't know you could serve it cold as well."
"Oh yeah," I said. I then added something else to upset Trevor. "They even have coffee flavored ice cream, candies and even a gravy."
"Oh no," Sypha said on a laugh.
"Keep this up and he won't be able to blink for a few days," Adrian said with a chuckle.
"Shut it, Fang Face," was the response from Trevor. The rest of us chuckled at his obvious pout as the waitress made her way back to our table with our orders. From then on, conversations over what we had chosen, tasting of each other's food and laughter came from our table. We sat enjoying the meal and the view from the window, the sun sinking below the horizon long before we finished our meals. We then made our way to the front of the restaurant and I paid for dinner, making sure to include a generous tip for the waitress, and walked out to the parking lot to take us home.
Alucard P.O.V.
We had so much fun over dinner that I wasn't really looking forward to going back to the apartment, but I could see that Trevor and Sypha were getting a little tired. It was then that I thought of something.
"Y/N? You said something about having different games we could play here?"
"Oh definitely. I even have some four player games so we can all play. Would you guys like to?"
"Yes!" Trevor shouted from the backseat. "I still have to get you back for that shit you pulled with the bowling game."
"It was your own fault," Sypha piped up. "Your hips swivel funny."
"They do not, dammit!" Trevor argued. "She did something to the game so I couldn't play right or something. My hips work just fine!"
"You do swivel your hips funny," Y/N added, but then said, "Its obvious they work just fine, though, considering how Sypha walks a little funny." I snickered right along with her when we heard Sypha's squeak.
"Turn about is fair play, you two," I said, my snicker turning to a full out laugh. The four of us continued arguing and laughing all the way back home, all of us getting out of the car at the parking lot trying to shush ourselves while still trying to hold in our mirth.
Once we got inside, however, things changed completely. All of us rushed to our rooms to get dressed in more comfortable clothes and raced back to the living room to see who would be first to choose the game. It was discussed that we could either play a video, board or card game.
"I choose card game," Trevor blurted. "I don't want to have you guys talking about my swiveling hips anymore."
"But, Trevor," Y/N said, "you know you like it when we talk about your swiveling hips." She finished her sentence with a wiggle of her eyebrows toward the male in question and received a pillow to the face for her troubles and around of laughter from Sypha and me.
Y/N tossed the pillow off to the side and walked out to the hallway. I heard a door slide open and some shuffling around before the door slid closed and she made her way back out to us. In her hands was a small yellow and red box with UNO written on the side. She put it down on the table in the dining room and called us over.
"I figured we should play this game," she said. "This one has an electronic dealer so Trevor there can't complain that I'm cheating." We all came out to the dining room, Sypha continued on to the refrigerator to grab drinks for us all and then joined us at the table. I watched as Y/N set up the machine part of the game and grabbed the extremely large deck of cards that went into it.
"This game is called UNO Attack," she went on to explain. "This little machine here will be the one dealing out the cards after the first deal. I'll explain the rest of the cards as we go along, but these here I'll show you now." She then proceeded to tell us about the Reverse, Skip, and Wild cards, shuffled the deck and dealt out our starting hand. The rest of the cards were loaded into the machine and the game began.
The first time a Hitx2 card came up, Y/N was the one to get it. She explained what was happening and showed us what we do when we get it. After the brief explanation, she hit the button twice and got nothing from the machine. Sypha laid down a Switch Hands card and traded with me because I had fewer cards. This game went on for a while before we got down to the last few cards in our hands. Trevor, of course, was a little upset that people weren't getting as many cards as he was out of the machine.
"The machine does this randomly, Trevor," Y/N explained again. "You can't blame this one on me because I can't control how many cards come out and when."
"I can still blame you," Trevor remarked. "You're the one who got me to play this fucking game in the first place, so its your fault that I'm losing."
"Even I have to wonder where you pulled that thought out from," Sypha sniggered. "I suppose you're going to blame her for when you got your pubic hair stuck in your zipper earlier because she's the one who bought the jeans for you in the first place?"
"I didn't need to know about that,"I muttered.
"Over-share!" Y/N blurted loudly. "I really didn't want to know about that."
"Well tough shit, wench. I'm going to blame every issue I've had since I got here on you!" Trevor shouted back.
"Well, if you feel that way," Y/N said quietly, "perhaps we should stop the game and just go to bed." Without waiting for Trevor to say a word she stood from her spot and walked away, disappearing down the hallway to her room.
After a few moments of silence, Sypha spoke up. "Well done, Trevor. You hurt her feelings."
"I'm going to go back there with her," I said softly before standing up from my spot. I picked up Y/N's bottle of pop and took it with me. When I opened to door to the bedroom, the lights were off and quiet sniffles could be heard coming from the bed.
"Why does he have to be such an argumentative prick?" I heard her ask. I tried not to laugh, but a soft snort of humor escaped through my nose. I put the drinks down and scooted over into the bed next to her, pulling her into my arms before pulling the blankets up to cover her shoulder.
"I don't think he meant to sound like an argumentative prick, but he just IS an argumentative prick and there's not much you can really do about it."
"I know that, but it still bugs me," she said. "All I really wanted was to show you all a great time here in my time. I wanted you all to feel welcome here, comfortable here and have fun with me, but when I hear him complain, I wonder if it was a good idea to even suggest it. I feel like I should have just kept my mouth shut and left happy in the knowledge that you guys were friendly enough to keep me safe for a little while and helped me go home."
That broke my heart. I could feel her sadness as if it were my own and wasn't truly surprised to feel tears rolling down my own cheeks. Her heart hurt at the idea that she may have hurt everyone else, but could barely notice how she was hurting herself by thinking so.
"Love," I said while holding her closer, "you didn't do anything wrong. You know that he's only saying these things because he's a sore loser when it comes to competitions. Every game he plays he seems to feel proves how much o fa man he really is. Its not your fault that he feels that his dick is small because he can't play a simple game of cards."
"No, I suppose its not," she admitted. Sighing heavily, she snuggled in closer to me and wrapped her arms around my waist. "I guess I'm just too sensitive when it comes to the comfort of others."
"No, love. Not too sensitive, but rather easily bruised."
"How is that any different?" she asked incredulously, her head turning up to look at me. I had to chuckle a little bit before answering.
"Do you know how adorable you look right now?" She blushed and looked back down while I continued."You aren't sensitive because you can easily talk back to any of us. You've proven that one time and again, in my time and yours. You're easily bruised because while you can stand up to any of us when it comes to defending someone else, you aren't quite as tough when it comes to defending yourself. You've been beaten down so much over and over again by that ass you call your ex, and because of how recent that was, you're skin isn't as thick when it comes to defending yourself from verbal attacks yet. I'm not saying you never will be, but its a little soon to expect a miracle."
"I suppose you're right," she responded. Her fingers had reached up and begun twirling around in my hair while I said what I wanted to and now the action had become a comfort for her and me. I sighed in contentment as her fingers dove beneath the collar of my shirt and lightly skimmed over my skin.
"Be careful, woman," I said aloud. "You're starting something I don't think you're ready to finish." Next thing I knew she'd thrown her leg over my hips and straddled me, a slow smile spreading over her lips and her eyes becoming heavy-lidded.
"I think I could finish it," she said. She then leaned forward and began nuzzling into my neck pressing small open mouth kisses just under my jaw until I groaned. "The question is whether you could keep up."
I grabbed her hips and ground her down into my growing erection, both of us moaning with the shared pleasure that sparked to life. One of my hands reached up to the back of her head and steered her around to bring her lips to mine, the kiss becoming heated almost instantly. Her arms wrapped around my neck, one hand finding its way into my hair and gripping it gently while the other clawed into my shoulder. Our hips moved of their own accord, grinding tightly against each other and igniting a fire of lust and pleasure between us, and my hand slid from her hip down to her ass. Oh, that wonderful ass of hers. It filled my hand so perfectly.
Her whimper of pleasure mirrored my own when the shared sensations bombarded us both, our motions more frantic and sloppy. I had managed to haul myself up on my knees before turning us around and collapsing our bodies down to the mattress. Instantly her legs wrapped around my hips and mine pressed harder in between chasing that needed friction. I lifted my head for just a moment before slamming back down for yet another kiss and could have sworn, even for just a moment, that I'd seen her eyes glowing into mine. The vision sparked something much more primal inside me and had me grunting as my erection rutted against her sex, the heat between us growing even more. Just as I was at my limit and decided I would rip her clothes off and take her right then, there was a frantic knock at the door. The door cracked open just a small amount and Sypha's trembling voice could be heard.
"There's someone at the door asking for Y/N."