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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]

Coupla thousand, Angelo says, and Alastor is not inclined to correct him. He watches Angelo join him with quiet interest, breathing steadily under his hand. "You know what I think."

[omertae]

"Yeah, you think, 'Ooh, he looks tasty, I wanna eat him up.'"

[likenemesis]

He grins, and drops a hand from behind his head to rub the back of Angelo's neck. "Sure. But besides that."

[omertae]

"Cover me in marinara sauce and cook for thirty minutes on 350, that's how you make polpette alla Angelo." His eyes flick up to Alastor's and he holds his gaze for a second or two. "How much longer are you gonna stick around if I keep saying no?"

[likenemesis]

What a freak. Alastor stifles a laugh, and does his very best to answer Angelo with a straight face. It's made easier by the fact that he's not lying, and he's always known the answer. "I told you: I'm not going anywhere. Unless you tell me you never want to see me again, you're stuck with me."

[omertae]

"Hmm." The I told you could be exasperation if he wanted to read it that way. Maybe he does ask him so many of the same questions because he likes hearing the same answers: I'm not going anywhere, you're special, you're magnificent, I'm here for you. "Lucky I like having you around."

[likenemesis]

"Yeah." He grins, and leans over to kiss Angelo's hair. "Even if you tried, I'm pretty stubborn, anyway."

[omertae]

Angelo puffs out a sigh and ducks his head out of the way. "Until I tell you that I'm picking up Gabbana later this morning."

[likenemesis]

Alastor stares at him, and then starts to roll off the bed. "Okay, I'm out."

[omertae]

Angelo snorts, flopping onto his back. "Go on, get. If it's between you and the cat, I'm sorry, you gotta go."

[likenemesis]

"Believe me, I know where I stand," Alastor informs him, dressing with a whirl of magic into the same jeans and t-shirt he was wearing last night. "And I'm not interested in playing second fiddle to a naked mole rat. It was nice while it lasted."

[omertae]

"Don't talk about him like that," Angelo says wearily. "All cats are naked."

[likenemesis]

"Their fur is their clothes," Alastor insists. "Your cat is naked. Just accept that it's weird and creepy, everyone else does."

[omertae]

"If he's weird and creepy then you two should fuckin' get along like a house on fire."

[likenemesis]

"He's the one acting like an asshole, I've never done anything to him." Alastor sniffs and fixes his shirt like he's making a point. "You give me a call when you feel like rearranging your loyalties."

[omertae]

"You just wait by the phone, I'm sure that call'll come in sometime before I die." Angelo grabs a pillow from the other side of the bed and tosses it firmly at Alastor. "Vaffanculo."

[likenemesis]

Alastor catches the pillow and chucks it back at him with a smirk. "Love to hear you sweet-talk. Alla prossima, tesoro mio." Then, like ashes blowing away in a sudden, swift wind, he's gone.