[ That was a lie. There was a reason that Alastor had offered himself up as a prisoner, and there was a reason that he was willing to engage with him in this way. Vox was the one person in Hell that he could trust implicitly. He wouldn't do anything truly untoward to Alastor, and in return the Radio Demon always exercised care when handling him. They were two people who couldn't stand to be together for too long, but who couldn't handle being apart either.
He gave Vox a light kiss. Maybe he did want to experience what Vox could offer. ]
But I suppose I can give you a chance to prove yourself.
[ He took one more pull from his cigarette before following the other's lead in snuffing it out, taking just a little too long to finish doing so. It felt dangerous to go any further than this, because both times they had tried before had ended so abruptly. But then, it felt even more dangerous not to, because that could lead to other things - things far more dangerous than sex. He leaned over to put the ashtray back on the nightstand, and he paused for just a moment before adding, ]
... And, you're sure that no one will interrupt us now?
[ Cameras off, phones off, door locked, the appropriate parties told not to disturb him... How could anyone? Alastor didn't know, but there were always creative ways of going about these things. Somebody could pound on the door until he finally answered, or light the place on fire, or who knew what else.
Vox kissed him back, light and quick with a bit of excitement in his eyes. He wouldn’t tell himself that this had been seventy years in the making, but it was, a slowly cultivated thing born of blood and pain and a balance of calculated and feral bites. They were so good at hurting each other that it might have been an art.]
Heh, if you keep asking that, I’m going to think you really are going to try to kill me.
[He was still smiling, though with less teeth now, less confidence. This was a business deal that he wasn’t entirely sure that would go through; this was a pilot show air with a risky premise. This wasn’t going to be like it was with Val or the many men and woman between that bar and now; this was its own dangerous thing, fire and gasoline ripe for pyrotechnics.
His hand found the front of Alastor’s chest, the claw-tip of his thumb tracing the buttons of his clothes. There was nothing to interrupt them, nothing to save them or damn them, depending on the way this shook out. Any safety net was gone.
There was just this. There was just them.]
I’m all yours tonight.
[That final word, as tomorrow and the future may be wildly different. And because he couldn't not say something stupid, he added:]
Just like you're all mine.
[Ha. Prisoner. Ha. Did it even count considering he wasn't tied down and being let to go around where he wanted? Meh.]
[ Alastor would try to kill him if that were an option. It would be more comfortable than this, familiar territory where they were safe. It would be a bloody affair, one that left both of them nursing injuries that could take days to heal, and an afterglow that others might mistake for anything else. But this was what they had, and it was what they wanted.
That last line would have been romantic if it weren't so literal. He placed his hand over the one on his chest, and his fingers curled lightly. He looked down, then up again, and he couldn't help but wonder once more if they would regret this. It was just sex, but sex always changed everything, and maybe by tomorrow they would be tired of one another. ]
For now.
[ Alastor said that, and it allowed him to accept it for the moment. He toyed with the lapels of Vox's jacket, adjusting and fixing it only to begin to slide it off his shoulders. It was already becoming a practiced motion. He leaned in to kiss Vox again as he did so, because the man would only say something to ruin the mood if Alastor let him say anything more. ]
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[ That was a lie. There was a reason that Alastor had offered himself up as a prisoner, and there was a reason that he was willing to engage with him in this way. Vox was the one person in Hell that he could trust implicitly. He wouldn't do anything truly untoward to Alastor, and in return the Radio Demon always exercised care when handling him. They were two people who couldn't stand to be together for too long, but who couldn't handle being apart either.
He gave Vox a light kiss. Maybe he did want to experience what Vox could offer. ]
But I suppose I can give you a chance to prove yourself.
[ He took one more pull from his cigarette before following the other's lead in snuffing it out, taking just a little too long to finish doing so. It felt dangerous to go any further than this, because both times they had tried before had ended so abruptly. But then, it felt even more dangerous not to, because that could lead to other things - things far more dangerous than sex. He leaned over to put the ashtray back on the nightstand, and he paused for just a moment before adding, ]
... And, you're sure that no one will interrupt us now?
[ Cameras off, phones off, door locked, the appropriate parties told not to disturb him... How could anyone? Alastor didn't know, but there were always creative ways of going about these things. Somebody could pound on the door until he finally answered, or light the place on fire, or who knew what else.
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Vox kissed him back, light and quick with a bit of excitement in his eyes. He wouldn’t tell himself that this had been seventy years in the making, but it was, a slowly cultivated thing born of blood and pain and a balance of calculated and feral bites. They were so good at hurting each other that it might have been an art.]
Heh, if you keep asking that, I’m going to think you really are going to try to kill me.
[He was still smiling, though with less teeth now, less confidence. This was a business deal that he wasn’t entirely sure that would go through; this was a pilot show air with a risky premise. This wasn’t going to be like it was with Val or the many men and woman between that bar and now; this was its own dangerous thing, fire and gasoline ripe for pyrotechnics.
His hand found the front of Alastor’s chest, the claw-tip of his thumb tracing the buttons of his clothes. There was nothing to interrupt them, nothing to save them or damn them, depending on the way this shook out. Any safety net was gone.
There was just this. There was just them.]
I’m all yours tonight.
[That final word, as tomorrow and the future may be wildly different. And because he couldn't not say something stupid, he added:]
Just like you're all mine.
[Ha. Prisoner. Ha. Did it even count considering he wasn't tied down and being let to go around where he wanted? Meh.]
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That last line would have been romantic if it weren't so literal. He placed his hand over the one on his chest, and his fingers curled lightly. He looked down, then up again, and he couldn't help but wonder once more if they would regret this. It was just sex, but sex always changed everything, and maybe by tomorrow they would be tired of one another. ]
For now.
[ Alastor said that, and it allowed him to accept it for the moment. He toyed with the lapels of Vox's jacket, adjusting and fixing it only to begin to slide it off his shoulders. It was already becoming a practiced motion. He leaned in to kiss Vox again as he did so, because the man would only say something to ruin the mood if Alastor let him say anything more. ]