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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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[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?"

[omertae]

Angelo's lip curls a little. "Maybe I just like hearing you say it," he mutters, even though that's not it at all, and they probably both know it.

[likenemesis]

"Maybe when you're fucking me," Alastor replies. "But that mood of yours wears off."

[omertae]

"You want me to give myself over to something I don't understand just because you keep telling me I'm special. I'm not that fuckin' braindead."

[likenemesis]

"But you know you are," Alastor insists, moving now, twisting toward Angelo on the bed so he can slide up against him, draping an arm across his chest. "Forget any offer I've ever made to you for a moment: when I say you're special, you're magnificent, I mean it. There has never been anyone else like you, il mio tesoro. You can shape reality with your mind -- with practice, even I don't know how powerful you could become. And the two of us together... there is no question that we would be unstoppable. That's what you deserve. That's what I want. I want to see you elevated, so everyone else can admire you the way I do."

[omertae]

Angelo might be sick of hearing the same thing, but he still listens to all of that very quietly. The fact of the matter is that nobody talks about him like that except Alastor. The problem is that it's also a fact that nobody, including Alastor, seems to understand that Angelo isn't meant to play second fiddle to anyone, and he knows that's how it'd be if he gave himself to Alastor the way he wants him to. "I practice enough," he says after a long pause.

[likenemesis]

Alastor raises an eyebrow delicately, trailing his fingertips over Angelo's chest and down his side. "Systematically removing memories from every person you interact with doesn't count as practice. It's just repetition."

[omertae]

Angelo's eyes narrow a little. "It's not easy. Don't talk like that's easy."