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Blind Truths (Castlevania DoS: Soma/Alucard)

Title: Blind Truths
Fandom: Castlevania Dawn of Sorrow - Soma/Alucard
Author: Kali
Recipient: Beleth
Rating: PG-13ish
Warnings: Biting? Some people may see the pairing as incest, though this isn't written that way.
Summary: Alucard knows Soma better than Soma thinks. But not as well as Alucard thought.
Prompt: Awakening in Dracula's Castle. Action is always fun.



Ringing pain followed Soma out of unconsciousness. A low moan broke the silence - silence that worried the boy as he opened his eyes to be met with total darkness. His memory was a blank when he tried to think of how he ended up here. He lay on cold stone, and though he couldn't see more than a foot around him, he guessed the stone also formed walls and ceiling. Unfortunately there wasn't enough detail to guess what section of the Castle he was now in. No light, no flaming torches on the wall - that explained the chill. There was one source of warmth on his right, Soma realised. Ignoring the cry of muscles, he forced his right arm to move, slowly reaching out to the heat source. Soft fur met his fingers, fur that shortened and turned into a cold nose as he gently explored. The muzzle under his hand abruptly moved, a whuffle-whine as the head sleepily pressed into the caress. The wolf - wait, Soma blinked, a wolf?

"WARG!"

Soma hastily withdrew the hand and scrabbled to rise to his feet. Hands fumbled in the dark around him, but there was no weapon to be found. Magic, then. Which of his souls to pick? None of them were resting in the forefront of his mind for easy access. He rifled through his mind for Valkyrie or Durga, but the pain and fuzziness clinging to his head made it hard to identify the souls, which slipped away like the wraiths they were.

In the interim, the wolf had jumped off the slab that made Soma's bed, awoken by the boy's shout.

"Soma, stop," a deep voice cut through Soma's panic.

Stilling, Soma heard harsh breaths panting in the darkness and realised they were his own. "A-Arikado?" he asked, hoping he'd heard wrong and that he hadn't just come off as a panicked spaz in front of the Japanese secret agent. "You're a ... werewolf?" It sounded ridiculous, but so did talk of vampires outside of Dracula's Castle. Mina thought he was the stoic type, trying not to bring up bad memories for the both of them. Soma was just afraid he'd start laughing at himself halfway through a sentence.

"Not exactly," came the smooth voice. Damn, Soma hadn't mistaken it after all. "It's just an ability I've picked up."

"Oh." Seating himself back on the stone slab, Soma tried to think of a more intelligent response, but failed. Anything that he thought of in his head sounded inane even before it left his mouth - and when it wasn't happening the other way around, the teen knew to keep his mouth shut and thank God for small favours. "So, where are we?"

A shifting of material in the darkness, though as usual Soma heard no footsteps when Arikado moved. "One of the small resting rooms from the Pinnacle, though by now it's likely somewhat closer to the ground. Or below."

"I don't understand."

A sigh. "The castle was collapsing. We wouldn't have made it out, so I settled with protecting one small area. At least we weren't trapped in The Abyss, but in the castle of this world."

Soma's head swung around, trying to make sense of the darkness. "You're... You're holding one room together? Alone?!" He'd known the Japanese man had strange talents - had managed to deter monsters from the Castle's entrance to protect Mina on their first visit to Dracula's Castle. But considering that Soma couldn't hold a shield for one full battle with the larger monsters in the castle, what did it say that Arikado was shielding a full room while the castle collapsed, a process that Soma had previously watched take over an hour?

Arikado ignored the implied question, as he did every question Soma had asked about his past or abilities. Soma crossed his arms over his knees and laid his head forward. "Why does it feel like a Great Armor stomped on my head?" The last thing he remembered he'd been fighting Menace, had cast the final blow and a great darkness had rushed at him...

"You..." Arikado's voice trailed off.

"What? I what?!" Soma demanded, more shaken by the fact that Arikado can't say it than anything he might have said. "Dammit, I'm not a kid. You don't have to protect me, I took care of myself through this castle twice now, haven't I?"

"The ability to defeat Dracula does not make one mature," Arikado bit out. Voice dropping, he said in a volume Soma thought he wasn't meant to hear, "Lord knows enough Belmonts have done foolish things afterwards."

"Just tell me!"

"After defeating Menace, you absorbed his soul, a great darkness," began Arikado, not without hesitation.

Soma nodded in the dark. "I remember that," he said to himself.

"You... weren't yourself for a while."

As Arikado was again hesitating to reveal more, Soma read between the lines. It wasn't like it was the first time, after all. "You mean, I was acting all Dark Lord again. The others... I didn't -?"

"They were safe back at the entrance, no one was hurt."

Small consolation, but it was a balm on Soma's soul, that no one had been hurt because of him. To himself, he could admit that it was a nice feeling to have Arikado read him so well, Soma not having to voice his fears, afraid that to speak them would bring them to life. As this event had proven, it was a real enough danger. At least the only witness this time was the secretive Japanese man. Arikado's silence and distant sympathy were preferable to the suspicious looks Soma had suffered from Julius Belmont last time. The old man's fingers had kept returning to his whip every time either of them looked at the other for too long.

"I expelled Menace's soul, right?" Soma belatedly realised nothing had been said so far on the subject. And with his pounding head and the difficulty in reaching for his absorbed souls, it wasn't impossible to think the cause might be a strong new soul...

"Eventually."

"Eve- what does that mean?" Face flushed red at the high pitch of his voice, Soma was thankful for the absence of light. Unless Arikado could see in the dark. Soma wouldn't put it past the man.

"Simply that you required some... assistance."

Soma was about to start spewing some serious curses about secret agents who made brick walls seem informative, when a flash of memory struck.

"The petty little humans will die off soon enough. You are so eager to be among the first?"

A determined Arikado stared him down, ignoring the blood that soaked his fine suit. "I will not allow you to rise once more. This world has seen enough of Dracula."

"Hahahahaha!" Soma tossed his head back. "So says the little human, but what can you truly do? You used up all your power before this vessel even arrived."

Dark eyes narrowed. "So, you've not fully Awakened yet. That means there is still hope to turn you back. Very well, I shall unleash my full power..."

To his surprise, he felt a new swelling of magic, a new aura that caused the image of Arikado to waver and change. As his own power flared in response, the darkness within him hissed in recognition. "Alucard..."


The flash of knowledge was gone as quickly as it had arrived, leaving Soma little wiser save the fact that Arikado was even more powerful than he had originally appeared. The man could protect the entrance to the castle from monsters for what to Soma had seemed like days, according to Mina did not age, was shielding this room even now, and his magic powers had been sealed? It boggled the mind.

"I - you must be tired. I can help," words flew from Soma's mouth, brain once again disconnected.

It was to Arikado's credit that he didn't laugh, though he must have been tempted. Instead, the man was his tactful, evasive self. "It would be more taxing to transfer the shield back and forth than would be worth the respite."

That he didn't mention the respite would surely be a short one was another point to him. Soma appreciated the gesture, even as he resented its presence, invisible but known to the both of them. How long until Soma wouldn't feel such a child in front of this man? To sit here and not be able to do anything...

"Ah, how about some light?" Soma seized on the idea and immediately began rummaging through his mind. Ukoback should still be in there, unless becoming Dracula temporarily had dislodged some of his 'guests'. "There you are," he muttered to himself, recognising the flash of fire in his head.

A scrape of material against stone. "No, wait!"

Unhearing or simply unheeding in his eagerness to be useful, Soma summoned Ukoback. Tiny fireballs appeared behind Soma. Knowing they would burn on their own for a while, he set the soul in the front of his mind, a place he'd set aside for a select few souls that he was using or needed quick access to without having to pick through them all. Faith in his usefulness restored, Soma turned a smile in Arikado's direction.

Only to find a pale-haired stranger. The smile faltered as he took in the white-blond hair that fell well below Arikado's shoulder-brushing cut, pale near-colourless eyes, skin that was impossibly whiter than before. And the clothes... Black coats of several layers, gold embroidery, shining leather boots.

"Vampire," Soma voice dropped to a growl. "Did you think to deceive me? Cast an illusion over your voice so I would relax and you could defeat me in the name of your master?"

Thick-lashed eyes narrowed. "I serve no master, particularly not if you refer to Dracula." The vampire took a deep breath. "Listen, Soma, I know this is a shock, but I need you to listen to me-"

"I'll listen to nothing you say, vampire," Soma backed away until his back hit stone. Frantically he was searching for something more offensive than Ukoback. "Where's Arikado?!"

"Right here, Soma," the man said with a sigh so familiar Soma almost believed him. "We should have told you before. My name is Alucard, Genya Arikado is just that - an illusion. When I sealed my powers, I changed my appearance-"

"Shut up, shut up!" Why was it so hard to grasp his souls? The ringing in his head, this creature speaking horrible lies in Arikado's voice, his own rising temper... His concentration was shattered and the souls stubbornly eluded him. "You're lying. He's real, he's not some demon!"

Arikado continued as though the interruption had not occurred. "I am a dhampir, a half vampire. I was born of Dracula and a human mother, over six hundred years ago. In 1797, after defeating my father, I put myself into a sealed sleep and didn't awaken-"

"Stop lying!" Even Arikado faltered before the crazed blue eyes blazing beneath white bangs. The dhampir finally realised he'd pushed the boy too far. "I will make you tell the truth," Soma ground out. It was a shame none of his souls could force the truth or detect lies. Normally none of the offensive "bullet" souls would stand against the level of magic Arikado displayed, but the man - no, the demonic half-vampire - was occupied with his barrier and likely with this aural illusion as well. With anger freezing his veins, Soma found his souls locked in place and it was child's play to browse through them and pick at his will. Barbariccia flooded his senses and a demonic Soma took his place.

A blast of fire flew from Alucard's hand, but it bounced harmlessly off the invincible youth. Barbariccia-Soma charged with a speed not even the dhampir could counter, claws digging into the fancy coat. The youth snarled in detached glee at the sound the dhampir made when he was slammed into the wall. "Who are you?!" roared Barbariccia-Soma.

The stone rubble encasing them shuddered in sympathy. Pale eyes flickered up to the 'ceiling'. "Soma," the usually-smooth voice was choked, "the shield... it won't hold."

Another slam into the wall was the only response Alucard received. "WHO ARE YOU?!"

Drops of crimson appeared on full lips, short fangs digging in to prevent a fighter's instinctive reaction. "Has my height changed?"

Soma's claws retracted briefly, returning with a vengeance as Soma shook his head to clear it. So much excess noise and thought; it was anathema to Barbariccia. "What?" he blankly asked.

Alucard's voice was gentle, and all the more devastating because of it. "Has my height changed?"

Soma swallowed. "No."

"Has my build changed?"

The demon soul's features began to fade. Soma shook with more than just the loss of power, his fists in Alucard's coat as much keeping Soma upright as they were keeping the dhampir in place against the wall. "No."

"My face?"

The sound that left Soma's throat was that of a wounded animal. Curling his hands further into the heavy black material, Soma let them take his weight. The pale head buried itself in the snowy cravat on Alucard's chest. "Don't do this."

"My voice?"

"No." Soma forced one hand to open, releasing the coat to wipe at bitter tears of anger and frustration. Doing so caused his knees to buckle, only a sudden band of steel around his back keeping Soma on his feet. He pushed weakly at Alucard's chest. "Don't..." He was unable to finish.

"Will you admit the truth, then?" Alucard said, as patient and calm as if they were discussing what shade of paint Dracula used on the walls.

It struck Soma as unfair that not even in this situation would the man show any emotion. In direct response to the man's calm, Soma replied with his rage. "No! You're not Arikado!"

The man gave a put-upon sigh. "Why do you persist in this-"

"Arikado isn't a monster!"

The pair froze. At any other time, Soma might have rejoiced in the shock that passed over the other man's stoic face. He was too stunned by what he had revealed, however, to take much pleasure in the moment. He cursed his own pale skin, which unlike Alucard, had enough blood to rush to his face and make obvious his shame.

"Sit, you're shaking," Alucard walked Soma back to the stone slab. It was a neat enough distraction for them both, settling and finding an acceptable distance - not too close, but not far away enough to seem uncomfortable, just pretending that things were normal between them. "Now, just who said I had to be a monster?"

"You," Soma blurted out, eyes wide. "Youko. Julius... I mean, you all keep saying how dangerous vampires are, how evil. No one said anything about half breeds or vampires on our side!"

"Youko knows." Alucard waited for that sink in before continuing. "I suspect Julius also knows my true identity, though we've never discussed it. I've helped several of the Belmont's battle my father in the past, I'm sure he could put two and two together from their accounts."

Slowly the tension was easing from Soma. "But, why did no one tell me?" he asked. "If- if everyone knew, and everyone was okay with it, why wasn't anything ever mentioned- You didn't trust me?" Shrinking back, Soma dropped his gaze to clenched fists. "Because I'm just a kid, right?"

"Not at all," Alucard was quick to reassure. A gloved hand paused in mid-air before dropping to pat Soma's leg. "I thought you had enough to deal with, without needing to know about a person who was never supposed to exist again. I was never planning on removing these seals..."

"I'm sorry." Not only was he a failure of a hero who couldn't resist becoming the next dark lord, but he'd attacked an ally - a man he admired - and forced this unwelcome revelation upon himself.

"We should have told you," Alucard disagreed. "Some have fought better against the Dark when they saw only two sides - Good and Evil, Black and White. Youko and I thought to keep matters simple, but it seems we were merely forcing you into that belief by denying you the chance to know anything else."

Soma looked away. "I'm hardly a creature of light. I know I fall in the middle somewhere."

The silence between them was warm, even before a gloved hand squeezed Soma's own. "You are not alone in that."

"Arikado..." The moment Soma's turning head caught sight of the blond was immediately noticeable. The smile fell, light dimming in blue eyes. Flushed cheeks turned ashen instead. "Oh. Alucard, I meant to say."

"We should talk about this," Alucard frowned. Soma thought it was a frown. Alucard was even harder to read than Arikado, no doubt due to the full revelation of his alien beauty.

"What's to talk about?" Soma forced a light tone. "You're Arikado, everyone except for me knows, so I'll talk to Youko and everything will be-"

The dhampir refused to let it pass so easily. "I am not speaking of that. I meant this... infatuation... you seem to hold for me."

A short laugh echoed in the enclosed space. Soma knew as he heard it that it was a touch too high. "What, are you crazy? I'm not - Look, I mean, Arikado was - you - you were showing off these amazing magical abilities, of course I respect that. I was curious, sure, and yeah, I wondered if I could learn any of it, who wouldn't, even Mina, I bet..." Soma finally broke off to take a breath. "Don't flatter yourself. And don't put words in my mouth, okay?"

Soma seemed to be doing a good enough job of that on his own, damn his rambling.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of-"

"Are we still having this conversation? Could you not try and tell me how I feel?"

"Obviously it's beginning to disrupt things-"

"Not if you don't bring it up!"

"It's just a passing phase, it doesn't mean anything."

"Look, I said- wait," Soma paused. Narrowed eyes stared at Alucard. "What did you just say?"

The strained look on Alucard's face might have been his attempt to appear compansionate. Or simply the strain of dealing with a teenager. "This isn't a big issue, because it's just a passing fancy. It won't last long and then you'll feel..."

Wait, Soma straightened where he sat, Alucard had brought this up just to say it didn't matter? It didn't matter? It was just a schoolboy crush? Lips tightened and his torso tilted forward. Soma grated out through his teeth, "Stop telling me how I feel."

The change in mood was almost physical. Alucard paused mid-word to peer at Soma. For someone who claimed to be so adept at reading Soma's emotions, Alucard had taken long enough to recognise that something was off with Soma's reactions.

"Pass like hell! What would you know?" Soma made a sharp, violent hand movement. "You just assume you've got me all worked out."

Alucard shifted uneasily.

"I'll show you your goddamn passing fancy!"

Braced for another demonic bodyslam, Alucard was caught unawares when the body flying at him clung instead of charged. There was an awkward moment when their noses bumped, but Soma was nothing if not willing to try again and again, so on his second try their lips connected. It was a harsh mushing of mouths, but Soma felt a surge of pleasure and pride. All of his strength was needed to counter the hands clamped around his shoulders and pushing firmly backwards. Shifting closer, he straddled Alucard's lap, both hands gripping the blond head, and focused on transmitting his pent-up feelings through his lips. It was fierce and hungry, Soma attacking Alucard with lips, teeth and teases of tongue. He was rewarded with sharp pain and pulled back.

They remained locked together, even as Soma's tongue unconsciously flickered out to probe at his sore lip. A thick metallic taste: blood. Soma tried in vain to draw himself up to appear taller, intimidating. "You bit me?"

There was no reaction. Soma followed the pale gaze, focussed below his own eyes, to find Alucard staring at Soma's lips. His bloodied lips. Soma had to squirm a little at the intensity of that gaze. Peeking out from Alucard's top lip was a tiny tip of a fang; a single drop of blood was whisked away by an absentminded tongue. The hint of a pink tip fascinated Soma, blood rising to his cheeks to stain them the same shade.

One of them made a soft noise in the back of their throat. Alucard swooped in. Soma's brain shut down as his bottom lip was suckled into hot warmth. One strong arm was around his back, the other dropping to his waist, holding Soma like a vice. A low moan escaped Soma. He shifted closer, seeking more warmth. A hot tongue swiped over his cut lip, again and again, branding him repeatedly. Soma's hands slipped into silken hair, one petting, one winding a handful of tresses to keep a firm grip. Humming in contentment, Soma shifted. Both males jumped when they felt a hardness against their own.

Someone overbalanced and Soma found himself sprawled over the object of his fantasies for the past year, who was now flat on his back. The bed wasn't as he'd pictured it - stone slab rather than something Victorian and gothic (and why there would be abandoned bedrooms in Dracula's Castle, Soma didn't know, but fantasies were strange like that) - but he wasn't picky.

Sanity had returned to Alucard's eyes. The loss of emotion, even blood prompted as it had been, annoyed Soma. He wouldn't lose this moment, wouldn't Alucard to bring his logic and overthinking back into it.

Desperation prompted Soma to cling tighter, seal his mouth back over Alucard's. The lips beneath his were still, but Alucard made no move to push it away, god, Soma couldn't bear it if he had. He nipped at the motionless lips, laved them with his tongue. He tried to bury himself in Alucard, in the soft lace and layers that teased his nose with the scent of ouija parlours, of soft musk and lavender. Slender fingers raked at the ties holding the black vest closed. Giving a soft whine, Soma wiggled until he was comfortably lodged in the hollow of Alucard's hips and facing undeniable proof that Alucard wasn't as unresponsive as he was pretending.

Finally, Alucard moved. The coolness of his hand as it moved under Soma's black shirt startled the boy, a strange juxtaposition against the fire burning under Soma's skin at the knowledge his passion was reciprocated. Lips opened and tongues met, startling noises from both males. Pushing the advantage, Soma thrust his tongue in the wet heat of Alucard's mouth. A hot thrill ran through him when the other tongue rose to meet his, sliding together. The sinuous movement was mimicked by their hips as Alucard's free hand trailed down to rest on Soma's hip, fingers slipping under the waist of jeans and directing Soma's motion against him. Low sounds were traded back and forth between their mouths.

"Hurry up," Soma panted, breaking his lips away with a wet pop.

Alucard hummed an agreement against Soma's cheek, lips mapping out hot caresses down over his chin to explore his neck. The hot suction pulled a shiver from Soma, transforming into a sharp cry when pinpricks of tiny fangs scraped across in neck. "Fuck," he breathed, shocking himself with this revelation that he didn't mind - hell, apparently got off on - the perceived threat from what he'd not too long ago been calling a monster. "Alucaaard... more."

"Yes," came the darkly satisfied response.

"Soma!" A female voice shattered the mood. "Alu- Arikado! Are you in there?"

The pair paused and turned to face one of the walls. Soma's movement was constricted by the fact that his jacket was half off one arm, Alucard's hand still attached to the collar. His blood was well and truly back up in the top half of his body, pooling in his face, he knew. Disentagling, they righted their clothes and avoided each others' eyes.

"It's a wonder I have a secret left," Alucard muttered. "Youko is always slipping up."

It seemed it was up to Soma to be the sociable one. He pressed against the wall where the voice had originated. "Youko? We're here!"

"Hold on," came the woman's confident voice. "Arikado, you have to let that shield down. We can't shift the rubble with it blocking us out."

"Um, I think his shield is the only thing keeping us from being squashed..."

There was a pause. Ear against the stone, Soma thought there was a murmur of conversation outside.

"Still there?" Youko asked.

Soma smiled and shook his head. "Not going anywhere."

"I'm going to hold the roof and other walls for you. Hold on and I'll let you know when I'm ready."

A thin sheen of ice spread across the ceiling, crystals growing like weeds until the room was wrapped in frozen vines. It made nice visual effects, reflecting the light from the fireballs, but Soma wondered if Youko realised they were now stuck in a giant refrigerator. He pulled his coat tighter around him and hoped this wouldn’t take too long. Alucard mightn’t feel the cold, but Soma was no vampire and his clothes had been chosen so as not to overheat him when fighting his way through a giant castle of evil.

“You’re good to drop the shield,” Youko called from outside. “Let’s get you out of there.”

“Alright, time to blow a hole in this sucker,” came the overly enthusiastic voice of Hammer.

“No!” several voices called in unison.

“You idiot,” Youko said, still audible from inside the room. “And blow my ice up along with the rubble and crush them?”

Hammer said something in reply, but the dejected man’s voice was too low to make anything further out. Soma stifled a chuckle over how whipped his friend was. He turned to his companion to share the joke, only to find Alucard in the middle of becoming Genya Arikado.

His surprise must have shown, because the taciturn man explained, “Hammer doesn’t exactly…”

“Ah,” Soma gave a wry smile. “And you’d appreciate me not telling him. Sheesh, you think I’d go blurting it out? I wouldn’t even tell Mina without you saying I could.”

At least there was no teasing about Mina from Alucard. Come to think of it, the dhampir had never joined in the insinuations about the pair of teens. Now, of course, Alucard had proof that Soma was as romantically uninterested as he’d claimed.

“Stand back, Youko, and concentrate on that shield of yours. We’ll take care of this mess.” Julius was along, and taking charge as usual. Hammer must be steaming out there, Soma thought.

“Are you okay doing that?” Soma asked of the illusion Alucard was raising.

“With the shield down, I will be fine. And with Youko and Julius both distracting Hammer outside, they’ll buy me the time to put it up properly.”

* * *


Soma was not surprised when Alucard- Arikado- whoever, disappeared the moment they left the castle ruins. Hurt and disappointed, yes, surprised, no. It wasn’t as though they’d spoken of what had occurred, not like there were promises to keep or break.

They hadn’t had the chance, Soma complained. The youth straightened his shoulders. He wasn’t giving Alucard the chance to ignore this as the dhampir had wanted. Passy fancy, indeed. The man was blind if he thought Soma had an idol-worshipping crush. Soma would have to take charge. Again.

The idea left a smile curling on his lips. Soma had his own resources, after all. “Hey, Youko. Tell me, where does Arikado live?”



A/N: A lot longer than I'd planned. Didn't manage to fit any real action in. I'd meant to do a higher rating, but that would have made it even longer... Dhampir isn't a term used in Castlevania, but typing half-vampire all the time looked weird.
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