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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 pauses, and glances up with a little smirk at the corner of his mouth. "For somebody who complains that I talk too much, you're sure asking me a lot of questions."

[omertae]

Angelo makes a dismissive noise at the back of his throat. "You talk about one specific thing too much. Otherwise I like asking you questions, you usually have good answers. Except," he clicks his tongue, "for right now."

[likenemesis]

"Mmmm." He hums with his mouth coming down on Angelo's ribs, counting them out on one side with little kisses, his hands on slim hips. "Maybe I feel under-utilized. But I'm not allowed to talk about that. You want me to beg you for more attention instead? Like I don't take it, every chance I get?"

[omertae]

"Not allowed?" Angelo repeats, already brushing everything else out of his head. "Who's not allowing you?"

[likenemesis]

"You, obviously." Alastor nips him, and looks up again with a raised eyebrow and a playful grin. "Like I'd take orders from anyone else."

[omertae]

Angelo stares at him for a moment, his jaw working as he chews the inside of his cheek. "If someone else wanted that from you," he mumbles, "would you take it?"

[likenemesis]

For a second, Alastor goes still, with a look of confusion on his face until he realized that Angelo really is asking him that, at which point the look promptly becomes something else — ravenous, and fierce. It might be briefly visible that there are several things he could say in response to that, but all that finally comes out is, “No. I don’t make offers to just anyone, Angel.”

[omertae]

Angelo's gaze locks on Alastor. He doesn't move an inch, but he thinks very, very hard, hard enough for Alastor to feel it, about running just one finger up his spine with a touch light enough to feel like little more than a droplet of water going the wrong way, almost tickling. He thinks harder still about his hand stopping at the base of Alastor's neck, fingers sliding into his hair and making a fist, yanking back, wondering if he'll actually move with the feeling or not. "I like turning you down."

[likenemesis]

Maybe his veil is a little thinner in that moment, because he snarls as his hair is pulled before he remembers that he's supposed to play tame; it takes him a second to release tension, along with a deep sigh. Once again, his eyes are too bright for the single lamp illuminating him. "If you think that's gonna discourage me, you're the one who's on track to be disappointed."

[omertae]

"You must think I'm so weak," Angelo mutters. "You can't take no for an answer from me and you just keep asking. You must think I'll break."

[likenemesis]

"I don't think you're weak." There's an undertone of vehemence in Alastor's voice that isn't betrayed by how soft he keeps it now, his gaze fixed on Angelo. "I just think you don't understand yet. But you will. When you're ready. I'll be here."

[omertae]

Angelo watches him with his lips quirked up softly, like Alastor's just telling jokes to amuse him, and then he shifts to sit up properly, nudging Alastor away a little so he can lean over and poke around in his nightstand for a cigarette. He finds one in a mostly-empty pack and holds it between his teeth, looking back at Alastor expectantly, because there's no lighter to match. "Have you had one before?" he asks. "A little pet?"

[likenemesis]

Alastor looks at him steadily, inscrutable for a moment or two, and then blows out a soft gust of air toward the cigarette. The embers catch and the tip glows, like he'd held it to a lighter. Then he stretches out on his side, propping his head up on one arm. "Is that what it sounds like to you? A pet?"

[omertae]

Angelo leans over for an ashtray to put on the bed between them and then eases down onto his back again, a puff of smoke rolling out of his mouth. "If I was you that's how I'd think of it."

[likenemesis]

He sighs, letting Angelo hear the disappointment in it, tilting back a little to look up at the ceiling without rolling all the way back. He likes being able to see Angelo, like this. "If I wanted something to sit at my heels and purr, I'd get a better cat than yours."

[omertae]

He panics, just for a second, before he remembers that his mother has been looking after Gabbana while he's been away, and he's due to pick him up tomorrow. He throws a look at Alastor sidelong, partially resentful for reminding him that Gabbana isn't here, and partially because of that backhanded insult. "You didn't answer my question."

[likenemesis]

Alastor sighs again, this time like he's being massively inconvenienced by this interrogation. He rolls over onto his stomach, folding his arms under his chin. "I've been summoned to service more times than I could ever count. And sometimes I offer it, before being asked. Like I've done with your family. But I've never offered anyone what I'm offering to you. You're different."

[omertae]

"Why?" Angelo asks bluntly, without looking at him. "Because we fuck? That's a shitty reason."

[likenemesis]

"Yeah, that would be a shitty reason," Alastor agrees with a pointed snort.

[omertae]

Angelo sighs through his nose and rolls his head to look at Alastor, and after a moment he cracks a smile. "What's the matter with you, grumpy?"

[likenemesis]

"Oh, I'm grumpy now just because I haven't caved to your interrogation?"

[omertae]

"I'm curious," Angelo says, gesturing with his cigarette. "I thought you liked me, Ally."

[likenemesis]

"And that means I have to cater to your every whim?" He clicks his tongue with disapproval. "That's not the kind of relationship we have, Angel."

[omertae]

"Ah," Angelo leans up to tap his cigarette against the lip of the ashtray. "It's not catering to anything. I'm just asking questions. Call it research. Not my problem you're frugal with the truth."

[likenemesis]

"How many times do I have to tell you that you're special," Alastor asks, running his tongue over his lower lip, "before you believe that it's enough to motivate me?"