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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]

"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.

[omertae]

Sometimes, rarely, Angelo wants Alastor to take over. It's funny that he's the only person Angelo really trusts with that, when all signs should point otherwise. But Alastor's done more for him than anyone else, and despite the little moments of discord, Angelo appreciates him. But right now he knows exactly what he wants, and it's only confirmed by the hard grunting sound he makes as Alastor's hips roll against his. Angelo breaks the kiss, and uses the grip he already has on his neck to turn him around, forcing him up against the cabinet.

He has to wrap an arm tight around his waist, pressing right up against his back, to finish getting his jeans open, and then he yanks them down around his thighs and gets a firm grip on his cock. "You already have enough of me," he says, his lips on the back of his neck, moving down to the curve at the top of his shoulder, which he nips with his teeth. "Stop asking for more."

[likenemesis]

It would make him laugh, hearing that, if the rough way that Angelo takes hold of his cock didn't set fire to his blood and burn out any trace of wry humor left behind. All that's left now is primal, savage want, like something animal. Something very much inhuman. Alastor exhales, like a snarl, and arches back against Angelo's chest, reaching back to grab a fistful of his hair again, gripping tight.

"I'll never have enough of you."

And that's all; no more purred offers or pretty images, no more asking tonight; this is enough, for now. He presses back again, grinding more against Angelo's cock behind him than thrusting his own into the fingers around him.

[omertae]

Hearing him say that goes straight to his cock and Angelo groans, the sound muffled against Alastor's neck. He licks the palm of his free hand and gives himself a few arbitrary strokes, mostly out of habit, enjoying the luxury of not having to waste time prepping him as he lines himself up and pushes inside him with a sharp thrust of his hips. It makes his breath hitch, and he pauses for a second just to get comfortable, shifting his hand to the cabinet for something to hold onto, and then he fucks into him, hard, the first snap of his hips making his forgotten glass of brandy skid backwards on the surface, clinking when it hits the wall. He doesn't waste time finding a clockwork pace, steady and hard and full with each thrust, breathing in time against the back of his neck.

[likenemesis]

Alastor is not human, but at times like this he's glad he could pass if he wanted to. Imagine missing out on this just because he didn't have the parts for it, or didn't have the sense to appreciate how much fun it could be when it's done right -- and Angelo sure as hell does it right. The first thrust inside him makes him jerk, with an obscene moan of satisfaction, and after that he just braces himself against the cabinet and lets Angelo do whatever the fuck he wants, keeping one hand tangled in that soft hair of his. "Fuck," he gasps, arching his back shamelessly again, "that's it, Angel, give it to me. Fuck me like you mean it."

[omertae]

He's never meant anything so much. He always means it with Alastor, however it happens between them, because there's nobody like him. Every thrust slides his cock deep inside him, practically fusing them together, and then he draws almost all the way out before he fucks into him again. He turns his head a little to mouth at the back of his neck, teeth scraping over his skin, each breath half a moan. "Tell me you're mine," he practically grunts, his grip on the cabinet white-knuckled. "Tell me."

[likenemesis]

The deep, filling thrusts shake his hold on Angelo's hair loose at the risk of yanking out a handful, and Alastor drops his head forward with a shuddering groan as he braces both hands on the counter, gripping the edge. When Angelo is in the right mood, it sometimes gets hard for Alastor to stay solid in his own skin. "I'm yours," he gasps out, glancing over his shoulder with eyes that are too bright, even as he thinks nearly hard enough to make it out of his mouth You're mine. You always have been. "You want me, you have me -- you're so fucking magnificent, I can't keep my hands off of you."

[omertae]

Times like these, Angelo wonders why he bothers with anyone else. Maybe Alastor's sweet-talking him, but it sounds real enough that it's stroking his ego nicely too. Nobody else talks to him quite like that. He presses his mouth to the back of Alastor's neck, breathing him in, his thumb kneading the head of his cock with just enough pressure, but his focus is still on drilling deep into him. "I do want you," he says roughly. "I want you all the time. If I had it my way you wouldn't leave my sight."

[likenemesis]

That almost makes him laugh, or at least it does until his breath catches in his throat, ragged, and he reaches down to grab Angelo's hand around his cock and keep it there, gripping tightly. He rolls his head to bump against Angelo's, licking his lips hungrily, wishing he could taste any part of his most precious mortal right now. "And here you were, saying I already have enough of you."

[omertae]

"That doesn't go both ways," Angelo says, turning his own head a little, knocking his nose against Alastor's cheek. God, he's needed this so badly. Alastor's hand around his makes him moan again, his lips pressing open against the corner of his jaw and then down his neck. "You're so tight. Does anyone else fuck you or is it just me?" He doesn't actually want to know the answer to that, or at least he doesn't want the truth.

[likenemesis]

What a bastard. Alastor really just can't get enough of him. And this time he does laugh, breathless and rough, the sound clipped short by another rough thrust and the moan that comes out of him when Angelo's mouth slides down his throat.

"You think I'd ever let anyone else fuck me but you?"

[omertae]

The laugh makes him grind to a stop with his cock buried deep, his hips pressed right up against him, and Angelo waits a moment, taking in the silence. "Maybe," he says softly. "You can never get enough of it." And he rolls his hips back and fucks into him again, just once, hard. "How'm I supposed to know what you do when you aren't with me?"

[likenemesis]

Angelo stopping makes him snarl, once again both frustrated and excited because he wasn't lying about that. Angelo drives him crazy, intoxicating him in a way no other human ever has. There's never been another human like him. Alastor steadies himself, keeping his grip on Angelo's hand tight around his cock just in case the son of a bitch tries to let go, and grunts with pleasure as he's filled up so roughly, like Angelo is marking his territory. He runs his tongue across his teeth. "You could ask."

[omertae]

"Was that not asking?" Angelo mumbles against his skin, rolling his hips again, a little less roughly this time. He kisses the back of his neck almost sweetly. "Tell me."

[likenemesis]

Alastor wants to rebel, on some sort of ill-defined principle alone; it certainly isn't fair for Angelo to deny him so much and then make such personal requests. But it's not like he's keeping secrets. Angelo has occupied so much of his time and energy that he wouldn't leave as often as he does, if not for the risk of overstaying his welcome. Alastor rocks back onto Angelo's cock, demanding, wanting at the very least to be rewarded for playing along.

"I blend in," he murmurs, dropping his head forward, letting his hair fall into his eyes. "I have friends. Hobbies. Interests that don't revolve around you." Another glance cast back to Angelo, with a trace of a smirk. "Despite so many of them that do."

[omertae]

It sounds boring. But Alastor gave him an answer, and it sounded honest enough, so Angelo supposes he has to give him something for it. He rolls his hips forward again, his head falling forward a little as a shudder of pleasure rolls through him. He finds a rhythm again, less frenetic than before, practically sweet in comparison although it's not soft by any means. "I don't believe you," Angelo tells him. "The way you act, seems like all you ever do is think about me."

[likenemesis]

"Unh." Alastor lets his eyes slip shut and arches his back again, bracing himself there for an angle that feels so goddamn good, at a pace that's gonna draw it out, make him impatient and greedy and molten-hot before too long. It's so fucking good. "You asked what I'm doing," he gasps, "not what I'm thinking about."

[omertae]

"Oh," Angelo says, almost laughing himself until he distracts himself for a minute just looking at Alastor, marvelling at how he feels, the way he presses back against him, the way he looks; Angelo can only just see him in the dark, but he's captivating all the same. "So I'm right?"

[likenemesis]

He tosses his hair a little, only enough to be able to see Angelo when he looks back at him again, panting softly, completely unrepentant. "I'm never not thinking about you, Angel."

[omertae]

Angelo picks up his free hand from the cabinet just so he can touch him somewhere else, his fingers tracing over the line of his hip and up under his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin, almost stroking him as he fucks him slow and deep. "Always?"

[likenemesis]

Alastor wonders just how much longer he can take this steady pace before it drives him out of his mind. It feels so much more like them when Angelo fucks him hard and fast and rough, but this is rarer, something that makes his blood crackle under his skin. He's silent for a minute, except for the unsteady panting breaths in time to Angelo's cock thrusting into him. Then abruptly he pushes himself upright and reaches back to grab Angelo's neck again, twisting just enough to drag him into a fierce, hungry kiss.