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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]

"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."

[likenemesis]

"I'm not suggesting it's easy," Alastor soothes him gently. "I know it's not. But do you remember how that felt? The first time you tried something new and actually succeeded?"

[omertae]

"Yeah, I remember how it felt," Angelo says on a sigh, scrubbing a hand over his face, pausing to pinch the bridge of his nose. "You want it to be the two of us together. I don't see why that has to involve me handing myself over to you on a platter."

[likenemesis]

Alastor smirks slightly. "Oh, so you just want me to rain hellfire on your enemies and help you access power beyond your wildest dreams out of the goodness of my heart, is that it?"

[omertae]

"Why not?" Angelo asks, with a stubborn set to his jaw as he sits up to press out his cigarette. "Why shouldn't I want that?"

[likenemesis]

Alastor blinks, and draws back a little, careful to keep his expression even. "You can want it all you like. But that's not the way things work." A moment of something like hesitation, and then he adds firmly, "That's not what I am."

[omertae]

"Fine. Then that's that." Angelo sets his ashtray back on the nightstand and shifts so he can flip back the covers and get underneath them, shuffling onto his side with his back to Alastor. "We understand each other."

[likenemesis]

He sighs, but doesn't say anything else. Alastor had known long ago that this would take time. In fact he knew it would take time even to build his bond to this family, let alone his favorite out of all of them. He's got time, and patience. But that doesn't mean he enjoys it, every time they end like this. All he does is roll onto his back, gazing at the shadows on the high, sculpted ceiling.

[omertae]

Angelo manages to remain on his side like that for most of the night, but as the sunrise starts to poke through his curtains he rolls over, finds Alastor and drapes over him, using him as his own personal hot water bottle. When he wakes up properly a few hours later he has his cheek mushed firmly against Alastor's chest and he rolls his tongue blearily around his mouth, stretching out a little. He watches Alastor in pointed silence for a minute and then mumbles, "I know you're awake."

[likenemesis]

It's far from the first time he's spent the night in Angelo's bed, but after thousands of years of nocturnal hauntings, Alastor never settles easily. He'd stayed there for a little while, then left the bed just to move, lingering by the window, letting his fingers drift across the odd decoration in Angelo's ostentatious bedroom. Eventually, he'd wound down enough to return to the bed and stay there; it's always easiest to sleep through the dawn, as much as he ever actually sleeps. The slightest stirring of the mortal body next to his brings him back to swift awareness. But he still keeps his eyes closed when he answers in a mumble, "So what if I am."

[omertae]

"The day I got married," Angelo says, attempting another little stretch and sliding himself more completely over Alastor, "my mama told me never to go to bed on an argument."

[likenemesis]

"Yeah?" Alastor stretches, still not opening his eyes. "How'd that work out for you?"