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Alastor never realized he could be this satisfied with his life.
He was a beloved radio host, even if it irked his producers. People recognized his voice and turned on the radio, just to listen to him. He was finally earning good money and didn't need to worry about sacrificing dinner for rent. His popularity earned him access to some prestigious parties with higher-ups. Not everyone was satisfied with that, giving him sour looks, but no one would say anything.
But Alastor still preferred going to bars and some leftover speakeasies, where people not only knew him but also adored him, always begging him to play the piano. Sometimes, when he was in a very good mood, he would also sing for them.
Everything was going great with his life, even with his late-night hobby. There wasn't a week that he didn't fill his refrigerator. And it was all thanks to Vincent.
The younger man, who trotted after him like a good puppy, only awaiting orders.
As Alastor promised, he started sort of mentoring Vincent. He taught him how to present himself more confidently and how to articulate more cleverly.
In return, if anyone started snooping around, Vincent was ready to provide an alibi for Alastor's presence. Sometimes he even helped him lure victims and clean up.
Alastor never thought he would have such a person in his life, who would know about his less-than-good activities and wouldn't condemn him for it. Mimzie suspected it, but she didn't know for sure, and she never asked, preferring to be ignorant.
And Vincent not only learned about more sophisticated ways of living, but he was also eager to learn about different ways of killing and skinning victims. He was a really good pupil.
When they returned to the hut, the hunt was already over, and only the quiet work of cleaning the blood remained.
It was the first time Vincent picked the victim himself. The dead man was bad-mouthing Alastor, and the younger man didn't like that.
The radio host was used to racist old men, thinking they were better than him, and it didn't get to him like when he was younger, still trying to seek retribution. But he indulged Vincent, amused by the other man's care. The other man lured the victim out into the swamp, and when the moment was right, Alastor killed him.
It was a few hours before. Everything was already put away, the body was severed, stored in a freezer, and leftovers fed to gators. The only thing that was left to do was to clean up the floor.
Alastor usually turned on background music, but this time he decided not to. Even though he was in a good mood, he could see that Vincent was deep in thought. He didn't want to disturb him, so they moved in silence. The only time he said something, it was to point out a massive blood stain Vincent was missing, because he was mulling something over.
The older man normally didn't mind silence, and could even appreciate it from time to time. But that night, he was practically buzzing under his skin. When they finally sat down in front of the fireplace, with glasses full of cheap whiskey, Alastor lit his cigarette, slowly smoking it. Vincent didn't look as if he was going to start talking any time soon; it was Alastor who decided to break the silence.
“Is something bothering you, my friend?” He asked casually, taking another puff.
Vincent startled.
“Huh? No, no. Nothing is bothering me.” He said quickly, emptying the glass and turning his face away.
Alastor raised an eyebrow, curious. Vincent stubbornly wasn't looking his way, blindly reaching for the bottle to top up his glass.
Usually, they talked about news they heard recently or Alastor's broadcast. Sometimes they discussed Vincent's plans for the future. They drank something, but it wasn't excessive. Not like today, when Vincent drained the glass again.
Alastor scoped the bottle from him before he refilled it again, putting it away.
The younger man looked at him, betrayed.
“Come here.” Alastor beckoned him closer.
Vincent approached him, looking like a naughty student who had been scolded by his teacher. He stood stiffly, his head bowed, trying not to show his face, his hands tugging at the ends of his shirt. Even though Alastor was still sitting, and Vincent was standing over him, it was the older man who had the higher ground.
“Now, tell me, what's troubling you. Is it something at work?” Alastor tried to guess, but the other man simply shook his head. “Your family?” Another firm shake. “Friends?” The man never mentioned any, and Alastor never inquired. But it was another hard ‘no’.
Alastor eyed him, pondering.
“Did I do something?”
Vincent pressed his lips together and turned his head away.
Alastor drew another puff and slowly exhaled it, trying to remember if he had done anything to offend the younger man, but nothing came up. They met up every day for the past week, going to bars, drinking, and singing their nights away. Alastor was at his best behavior, rarely teasing the other. He even paid for his own drinks!
“I’m sorry, my pal, but you need to elaborate. I have no idea what I did.”
Vincent bit his lip, looking unsure.
“Hey. Stop that.” Alastor chided him. The younger man stopped biting, looking even more disheartened than before, his lips quivering.
“Am I…” Vincent began, his voice strained as if he was stopping tears. He cleared his voice and started again, “Am I not good enough?”
Alastor blinked at him.
“What?” Out of everything, that was the last thing he expected.
“You know… As a partner?” He added quietly, almost shyly, looking at his face.
Alastor's mind was blank.
Vincent saw the confusion on his face and turned white as a sheet.
“Oh, God. I thought— I'm so sorry.” Vincent started pulling his hair. “Here I thought you found me lacking, that I'm not adequate yet, but I didn't realize you don't like me that way. Like at all! I should have known. I'm so fucking stupid.” He sounded so heartbroken.
He tried to turn and walk away, but Alastor finally snapped from his state and grabbed his hand, pulling him closer. Vincent landed on Alastor's lap, but when he tried to stand up, the other stopped him, grasping his hip.
“You’re not going anywhere before you explain yourself. What do you mean, I found you lacking? And that I don't like you?” Alastor questioned him, trying to soothe him by gently caressing his hip.
Vincent stared unblinkingly at his hands as they lay on Alastor's chest. The older man pinched him, which made him jump.
“I can't help you, my dear, if I don't understand,” Alastor prodded him gently.
The younger man took a deep breath, as if summoning up courage.
“You only point out my mistakes and errors, never telling me if I've done something right. I try so hard to earn your approval, never complaining about anything, having no idea what you are thinking. Usually I can read people with ease, but you're mistery to me. It's fascinating and horrifying at the same time. But you never say anything, besides more corrections.”
Alastor took it all in. He thought it was obvious how satisfied he was with the other man. He sought out Vincent's company almost every day, which is not a common occurrence for Alastor. He genuinely liked getting into discussions with Vincent, even if they didn't agree on the topic.
And he only thought about killing him once! And that was only because the younger man talked too much, scaring off his next victim.
Hell, he even invited Vincent into his house and told him stories about his mother and childhood.
Alastor never did anything like that. Not even with Mimzy, and certainly not with another man.
But when he actually thought about it, he never really praised the man, only pointing out his shortcomings. Alastor had mistakenly assumed that the other man knew he was pleased with him and didn't need to say it out loud.
He was wrong.
“And today,” Vincent continued, his voice trembling, tears escaping his eyes. “I had thought I'd show you how much I improved. I picked that man because he disrespected you. I wanted to kill him for you, so you could see my devotion to you. To see that I’m g-good enough.” He hiccuped, trying to take a breath. “B-but before I could do anything, you killed him yourself. And I thought, okay, I'm going to help with dismembering the body, but you said I almost tarnished the heart, so I should stand back, and you're gonna do the rest. Only letting me throw the body parts for the animals to eat. Like I'm g-good enough only for t-that.” Now, he was just a blubbering mess. “And at the very end, I couldn't even clean up without your correction. I'm so fucking useless.” He covered his crying face, shaking in Alastor's lap.
Alastor was stunned. For the first time in his life, he was speechless, not knowing what to say. He finally shook himself out of it when he felt Vincent sobbing even harder.
“Don't cry, my pretty, little thing,” Alastor moved Vincent's hands aside and wiped his tears away. “I apologize for this. I was blind not to see you hurting. I thought you understood how proud I was of you. I still am. You were so good from the beginning, and you still made progress to be even better.” He carefully held Vincent's cheek, as if he were the most precious thing in the world.
“You did so well, mon cher.” Alastor continued, “You did a wonderful job. Will you forgive me for being such an idiot?” He nudged his nose against Vincent's, giving him a bunny kiss. He looked deeply into his red-rimmed eyes. “I’d love to make it up to you. I want to show you how pleased I am with you. Would you like a reward for being so good to me?” He asked, gently caressing his cheek.
The other man just stared at him, tears slowly stopping. He searched for something in the other's eyes. After a moment, he nodded weakly, taking a shuddering breath.
“Good. Such a brave boy.” Alastor leaned closer to kiss him, his hand going to the back of his head, playing with his hair. He deepened the kiss, making the younger man moan breathlessly. “Such a good boy.” Alastor pulled back to whisper straight into the other's mouth.
He started by kissing the corner of his mouth softly, then moved to his cheek, tasting the wetness of tears. He licked them away and pressed another kiss there, the salt lingering on his tongue.
“You taste so good, mon cher.” He moved towards the jaw, lightly biting it.
Vincent was trying to stifle his whimpers, but he couldn't help letting small gasps escape his mouth. He put his hands on Alastor's collar, squeezing and pulling at it.
“Could you take off your shirt?” Alastor asked in between small bites.
The younger man hesitantly began to unbutton his shirt. The moment his neck was free, Alastor attached to it, like a man starving. He kissed the skin tenderly as if he were worshipping him.
“Beautiful.” He whispered, just to sink his teeth in.
Vincent's fingers stuttered while opening the next button, waves of pleasure overwhelming him.
He tried to calm down enough to take care of the rest, but Alastor was relentless in his treatment, sucking and biting at his neck. The moment the older man was licking at the bite, Vincent quickly unbuttoned the rest, throwing his shirt away.
“Thank you, my dear. You did a great job.” Alastor said, his hand roaming freely at Vincent's chest.
The younger man moaned at the praise. It seemed so small, but when he was starved for it, even this much made him undone.
Alastor, who was still sucking on his neck, put his other hand on Vincent's front.
Suddenly, the younger man gave a little jump of surprise, gasping loudly. The cigarette, which was still in Alastor's hand, touched his bare skin, unexpectedly.
Alastor wanted to apologize for forgetting about it when he felt Vincent getting harder.
“Oh, you like it?” He purred into his ear, and at the same time pressed the lit end of the cigarette against his rib, making Vincent choke on his spit. When he stopped, he put the butt aside, and the younger man collapsed on him, panting. His hands were folded behind Alastor's head, clutching at his hair. Alastor closed his eyes with a delighted purr.
“You're so good for me, baby.” The older man praised, his hands caressing him slowly on his chest.
Vincent lifted himself a little, his teary eyes staring at him, silently begging.
“You look so lovely while crying,” Alastor said, softly kissing his cheeks, his hands wandering until they found what they were looking for.
He started grazing the nipples with his nails, feeling them getting harder.
Alastor lowered his head to delicately kiss one nipple, licking it, just to bite it a second later. Vincent moaned loudly.
“You're such a good boy, Vincent. I don't deserve you, truly.” Alastor said, while slightly puffing air on the lightly wet nipple, making the other shudder with pleasure.
“P-please,” Vincent whimpered, his hips bucking right into Alastor's clothed erection, who sighed with bliss.
“With pleasure, my dear,” Alastor's hands unbuckled the other's pants, pushing them down with boxers, as far as he could without lifting Vincent.
Alastor took his erection, lazily pumping it, and his mouth on his other nipple, licking and biting it.
Vincent squeezed his eyelids shut, his moans growing louder and his thrusts more urgent.
Alastor stopped mistreating the nipple, just to spit into his hand. He then started jerking Vincent's dick faster, pressing his thumb against the slit, gathering the precum there to keep his hand lubricated.
“You're doing such a good job,” Alastor murmured against Vincent's mouth, then kissed him, swallowing the gasp that escaped. With his other hand, he pinched Vincent's nipple, making the other groan even more.
“Be a good boy for me and cum,” Alastor urged him, his hand going faster on the other’s dick, squeezing him harder.
Vincent cried out, coming all over his stomach and Alastor's hand. He wheezed, struggling to breathe, bracing on Alastor.
The older man was gently caressing his back with his clean hand, while his soiled one was simply resting on Vincent's dick. When the younger man caught his breath, Alastor tried to stand up, to go for a clean rag, to clean himself and Vincent, but the man was persistent and didn't let him.
“Vincent, I need to clean you and myself. You don't want to be covered with cold semen, trust me.” Alastor tried to convince him, but he wasn't budging.
Vincent lifted his gaze to meet his eyes and took the stained hand in his own. Slowly, he ran his tongue over it, never breaking eye contact. He pressed his lips to the skin, sucking it gently, drinking in every taste.
When the hand was completely clean, he reached for the discarded shirt and wiped his stomach. After cleaning himself and tucking himself in, he threw himself at Alastor and lay his head on his collarbone.
“I guess that works too,” Alastor laughed at his antics, but let himself be hugged again, shifting in his seat, so as not to put pressure on his own, still hard dick.
When Vincent felt the movement, he peered down, feeling Alastor's member on his stomach. Without much thought, he reached out to unbuckle his pants.
“What are you doing?” Alastor grabbed his hands, promptly stopping him.
“I want to return the favor,” the younger man stated, still looking down at the noticeable bulge.
"You don’t have to do that," Alastor said gently, loosening his hold. "I just wanted to apologize. You don’t owe me anything."
“And I want to show my gratitude,” Vincent said in a sultry voice, his determined gaze meeting Alastor's eyes.
After a moment of hesitation, Alastor nodded and let go of his hands.
Not wasting any second, Vincent grabbed his belt, pulled it out of the hoops, and unbuttoned his pants. He stood up from Alastor's lap to tug them off along with his briefs and swiftly sank to his knees.
He was watching Alastor's hard-on with a hunger in his eyes, unconsciously licking his lips.
Vincent put his hands on Alastor's thighs, rubbing them. Slowly, he put his mouth to Alastor's tip, kissing it softly. This made the older man shudder, throwing his head back and groaning. He put his hand on Vincent's head, not pushing, just lightly petting him.
“Such a good boy. The best,” he whispered, when Vincent peppered his dick with kisses.
Finally, after teasing him for a while, Vincent took the tip into his warm mouth. It was starting to leak precum, so he sucked it from the slit, making Alastor gasp and thrust deeper into his throat, choking him a little bit.
“Ah, y-you’re doin’ amazing,” the praise only encouraged Vincent more, to slowly but steadily take him deeper and deeper. When he reached the base, he paused to adjust.
He took a deep breath through his nose, catching Alastor’s natural scent through the dark tangle of his pubic hair.
Vincent didn't know what to expect, but the taste of Alastor was exquisite. He closed his eyes, trying to commit the taste to memory. He was salivating so much that he tried to swallow it. When his throat tightened, Alastor moaned louder.
“Oh yes!” He exclaimed, feeling the walls of Vincent's throat around his dick.
Vincent started bobbing his head up and down, feeling more confident with every sigh that escaped Alastor's mouth.
He decided to focus on sucking the tip, licking it with his tongue, while he gripped Alastor’s penis at the base with his hand and began stroking it quickly.
When Alastor felt the familiar feeling in his abdomen, he pulled Vincent off his dick.
“Be a good boy and open your mouth,” Alastor coaxed him, taking his member in hand.
When he looked down, Vincent was looking up at him with shining, watery eyes, devotion written all over his face as his lips parted obediently.
It was too much for Alastor, and after only a few strokes, he came all over Vincent's face, a few droplets going in his mouth, which he swallowed immediately, savoring the taste.
Once he had finally finished, Alastor gently ran his fingers through Vincent’s hair, admiring the result with quiet satisfaction.
He gently tugged him up, getting Vincent to sit on his lap again, and wiped his cum off his cheek with his thumb.
“Remember, you're mine,” Alastor said, while putting his thumb against Vincent's mouth.
“I'm yours,” the younger man nodded, and readily licked it clean.
Alastor pulled him closer, kissing him deeply, faintly feeling himself on his tongue.
“Mine,” he whispered against his lips.