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[omertae]

I got gas in the tank
I got money in the bank
I got news for you, baby,
You're looking at the man ☞

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[likenemesis]

Alastor clicks his tongue in soothing disapproval, shaking his head. "I know. It's no wonder you can't relax. But you know how hard you work. All the effort that goes into maintaining an empire like this -- and the secrets it keeps." He rises from the arm of the couch and crosses to the window. "Your little cousin doesn't interest me," he adds, as he closes the window and locks it. "You know that."

[omertae]

Angelo turns side-on on the couch, kicking his legs up onto it and crossing them at the ankles. A pause, and then he tips his head back to watch Alastor upside down. "I was being funny. You know that."

[likenemesis]

"What I mean is," Alastor says patiently, drawing the curtains shut with just a glance back over his shoulder, "is that I'm not here for anyone else in your family now." A little grin, wicked in the dark. "Just you."

[omertae]

"Yeah yeah," Angelo mumbles, still watching him. There's a distance to his tone, thanks to the way he's roundly distracted by the way Alastor's shoulders move under his shirt. "Making sure I get my cannolis."

[likenemesis]

"Among other things." He comes back across the room, and the candle flares again, like it's reaching for the ceiling before settling back into its bright glow. Alastor would have preferred a fireplace, personally. He comes up behind the couch, toward the end where Angelo is resting his head, and leans over it, arms folded, gazing down at him steadily in the near darkness, with just the candle making his eyes gleam, too bright.

"You know I could take the weight off your shoulders, for a little while. Or forever. If you wanted."

[omertae]

"Sounds like giving up to me," Angelo murmurs out of the corner of his mouth, with a little smile. "When I get where I'm going, it'll be me. Nobody else. Don't need my hand held."

[likenemesis]

"You think anybody gets where they're going without a little help from time to time?" He moves again, coming the rest of the way around the couch, settling down behind the arm that Angelo is resting his head on. Alastor crouches, and leans close, his voice soft between them as if anyone else could possibly hear it. "You would still be in control. You'd always have control. Sure, it's always fun to get your hands dirty now and then, but... imagine what you could do with just a snap of your finger."

[omertae]

There's a long pause where Angelo doesn't say a goddamn thing, just lets the low sound of Alastor's voice tingle its way through him like radio static. And then all at once he bats a hand in Alastor's direction, sitting up. "Starting to make me feel like you only came over here to practice your spiel on me, amore."

[likenemesis]

Alastor pretends to look hurt, as he straightens up again but doesn't move away from the couch. "I came to take your mind off of things for a little while. Don't tell me you're dismissing me already."

[omertae]

"Dismissing, that's a strong word. Why don't we we talk about somethin' else, huh?" This fucking candle. Angelo swings his legs off the couch and lurches up to blow it out, immediately plunging them both into darkness as he pinches the wick between finger and thumb and twists it to squeeze out the ember. In the dark, now, he looks over his shoulder at Alastor, tilting his head to one side. "You ever get bored?"

[likenemesis]

Alastor doesn't approach him, interested as he is in the kinds of things Angelo does when he feels like moving. He leans against the couch, not quite sitting, resting a hand against the back. "Sure. Who doesn't get bored sometimes?"

[omertae]

"You noticed you never answer my questions properly?" What he means to say is, that's not what he meant, not really. It was a specific question phrased vaguely, but of course it can't be Angelo's fault that Alastor didn't answer it the way he wanted. He stalks across the room, going from fluffy rug to cold tile, aiming for the ornate black wooden cabinet which holds a vintage brandy in a decanter and a collection of matching glasses, as well as a pack of cigarettes he'd tossed on there when he got in. He sticks a cigarette between his teeth, unlit, and talks around it out of the corner of his mouth as he's pouring them both a drink. "You ever get bored of doin' the same thing with different people over and over?"

[likenemesis]

"No."

There; that's a proper answer, isn't it? There's even a touch of vehemence in Alastor's voice, a fierce gleam in his eyes that Angelo can't see. He pushes away from the couch, crosses the room to stand by Angelo's side, and plucks the unlit cigarette delicately from Angelo's lips, sticking it between his own. With a slow inhale, the red glow of embers appears at the opposite end, a little tendril of smoke drifting up, and then a plume of smoke from Alastor's mouth in the darkness.

"There's nothing in the world more liberating than using your greatest strengths, for the things you desire most. Sometimes it's business... sometimes it's pleasure. Occasionally..." he takes the cigarette from his lips, and replaces it between Angelo's. "Someone especially interesting comes along."

[omertae]

Angelo can't help staring. Maybe it's that there's only one light source in the room, now, the cherry at the end of the cigarette, but he's not some moth dancing haplessly around a flame and not knowing why. He knows why.

His lips part a little just to accept the cigarette, and as he pulls in a breath and feels the drag of smoke at the back of his throat, Angelo wonders for a moment what the harm would be. Power is power is power, doesn't matter where it comes from; it just matters that you hold onto it. It just matters that you take the opportunities you're given.

Hm. The corners of his mouth pull down a little, and he pinches the cigarette between his finger and thumb to take it out and blow out a smoky breath. "What am I? Business or pleasure? Be honest."

[likenemesis]

The audacity of Angelo demanding honesty from him might put a less experienced demon on edge, but Alastor simply finds it charming. Maybe that's part of the answer in itself. He smiles.

"Can't it be both?" He leans against the cabinet's counter, still watching Angelo. The glow of the cigarette embers catches in his eyes. "A little more business could mean a lot more pleasure."

[omertae]

Both is a wrong answer in Angelo's book, unless he's the one saying it. He's not, so his jaw hardens a little, a muscle jumping. But abruptly, almost out of nowhere, he smiles, practically cheery with it, and uses his free hand to pat Alastor's cheek with the flat of his palm. "See, that's what I like about you. Real persistent." His hand lingers, sliding to the back of Alastor's neck, his grip hardening just a little as he steps right into his space, tipping forward so their foreheads touch. "But I'd appreciate it if you changed your tune." This kind of schtick might have terrified someone else, but he knows Alastor will just find it amusing, so he lets go, tapping some ash from the end of his cigarette and then lifting up his glass for a drink. "Pretty please."

[likenemesis]

That gleam in his eyes flares like a spark, the meaning of which is entirely up for interpretation since he doesn't actually react in any real way to Angelo manhandling like that. Just watches him, with a smile still lingering at the corners of his mouth, his eyes brighter in the darkness than they were before.

"Which one would you rather be, Angel?"

[omertae]

"Pleasure," he says immediately, without even pausing to think about it. He does his thinking after and decides that he would've said the same thing either way. "Always pleasure."

[likenemesis]

"Whose pleasure?" Alastor reaches out and takes the second glass, without lifting it, and in doing so brings himself into Angelo's space again. "Mine, or yours?"

[omertae]

Can't it be both? he almost says, but doesn't. He knows what that means for Alastor. "Mine," he says instead.

[likenemesis]

"Mmm, you see, that's what I don't think you understand."

He takes a long sip of his own drink, licking his lower lip for the taste of liquor when he lowers the glass. Once again his voice lowers like he's sharing a secret.

"There are plenty of ways I could please you. Simple, easy, fleeting. That's just pleasure, and believe me, I think about it plenty. I could fuck you... within an inch of your life." His tongue darts out again, but he doesn't look away from Angelo's eyes in the darkness. "Or you could fuck me. Show me what the true Salucci heir can do."

Alastor finishes the drink in one swallow and sets the glass down with a heavy sound, before he reaches out in the scant space between them to drag his fingers down the front of Angelo's loose shirt. They find the waistband of his boxers through the fabric and hook in, bunching it, not quite pulling, but his knuckles slide in very low before his hand goes still.

"But you never think so small. Imagine my power at your fingertips, whenever you wanted. Imagine what I could do for you. What we could do to each other -- and no one would ever know about the demon in your bed."

[omertae]

It's tantalising, for a minute. While Alastor's talking, before he's finished his drink, while he's touching him. Angelo is hypnotised, and he knows he is, and he likes it. And then Alastor asks him to imagine and he almost rolls his eyes. He restrains himself, but just barely, gusting out a heavy breath through his nose. Times like these, he can't tell if he likes Alastor or just tolerates him.

It's not a thought to dissect right now, he knows, especially when Alastor is touching him the way he is. "Imagine if you talked less," he mutters back, his hand moving to the back of his neck again, pushing a little with the pads of his fingers. "Maybe you'd be perfect." And he closes the gap between them to kiss him, rough, leaving his glass still half-full on the cabinet.

[likenemesis]

Alastor growls, the sound crushed between them by the kiss that he meets just as harshly, a sound of exasperation and anticipation at the same time. Yes, he's persistent. The moment that he's waiting for, when Angelo will finally give in, practically makes his mouth water. But that doesn't mean he isn't nearly as greedy for moments like this.

He tangles a hand in Angelo's hair, gripping hard, kissing him harder, and releases the bundle of shirt and boxers so he can grab Angelo by the ass instead and drag him in, arching them shamelessly against each other. Alastor would have ripped Angelo's shirt open already if he didn't think that doing so would stop Angelo dead out of pure rage, and he doesn't have the patience to deal with buttons yet. So he settles for this, for now.

[omertae]

Alastor's right to think that — there's nothing that turns him off faster than the sound of torn buttons scattering all over the floor. Angelo's grip tightens on the back of his neck again, sharp, his fingers digging in, while his other hand feels around a little blindly, hooking two fingers in the waistband of his pants and sliding around to find the button. He hasn't been thinking about this exactly, just something close enough; if Alastor hadn't showed up here he would have gone out looking for it sooner rather than later, so he's greedy with his touches, shifting the angle of his fingers so he can twist his jeans open, deepening that kiss all the while, his other hand pressing up into his hair and making a tight fist.

[likenemesis]

The kiss is filthy in no time at all, which is more than fine with him, and if Angelo is going to start manhandling his clothes then Alastor is going to take the initiative to get his hands on skin too. He pushes that fancy shirt up and drags Angelo's boxers down by the waistband and immediately grabs his bare ass in both hands again, fingers digging in, dragging him forward again. He bumps against the cabinet counter behind him, which makes him surge back, straightening fully and grinding his hips forward to meet Angelo's with a deep purr in the back of his throat. He likes to give his prickly mortal at least some kind of warning before he completely upends the balance of power between them; if Angelo wants to stay in charge, he'd better take it.