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“That was a tricky one, wasn’t it Al?” Vincent said in his usual stuffy manner that always sounded as if he was walking on eggshells.
The two men had spent their evening off tidying up their last escapade. The blood took hours to clean up but they didn’t seem to mind. It was almost like a fantasy how’d they spent their time getting lost in conversations surrounding alcohol, media, and of course, murder. Alastor enjoyed Vincent’s company and trusted the man enough to keep his little killing sprees a secret, but there was just something about the way he acted around him that just threw the man off. Alastor would often catch Vincent staring at him with a look that would only be described in books as a deep and romantic longing, he noticed that the TV host would jump at any chance to hold his hand or rub his shoulders, and once when they had both gotten drunk Vincent had fallen on top of him and whispered in his ear “I love you Al”.
Alastor tended to ignore it, but he couldn’t help but shutter at the possibility that Vincent might be like “that”. He couldn’t be, after all he had so many little flozys he’d run around with and after all Alastor knew he looked down at him in some way because he was a black man. It was all so confusing.
“Indeed you’re right good friend. I’m swamped, darling, mind putting up the supplies while I wash this mess off, you know how I hate being dirty.” Alastor responded by putting his hand on Vincent’s shoulder. The radio host hated to admit it, but he loved to tease the poor bastard every now and again, maybe even to see how’d far they’d go. How’d far he’d like.
“Yeah, totally.” Vincent blushed and stared at Alastor’s lovely hazel eyes before putting his hand on top of Al’s.
Alastor pulled away before quickly gaining his composure and giving Vincent a slightly seductive smile.
As Alastor entered the bathroom, he began to unbutton his cotton shirt, and his mind started drifting again to the things between him and Whittman. He felt torn between his emotions. When he climbed into the shower, he rested his shoulder in the corner of the shower and let his curls run over his face. As he stood there in deep thought, his mind beganing to race about Vincent and all his little habits. His cute face, his silly phrases, his funny little requests, all of it made him feel safe and secure, like he had someone to rely on. He knew that Vincent would make him soft and weak, but since his father, this was the only man that Alastor wanted to love.
When Alastor climbed out the shower he got dressed in his finest silk shirt and auburn pants, topped with his red vest with gold accents. He didn’t know why he was getting all dressed up, but he seemed to be in that sort of mood. As he was grooming his hair he started to hear music playing from the background. The song, “You’re Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile” poured into to apartment as he heard Vincent hum along to it , poorly, in the distance.
As Alastor strutted into the living room his eyes widened in surprise. The room was filled with scented candles that gave off a glow that complimented the mahogany of the wood. A bottle of whiskey and two glass cups sat semetrically on the coffe table with a gold watch. Red straw flowers were spread all around the room, and there were even petals put in a path on the floor. It felt like a film. But to top it all off, Vincent stood leaning on the couch in a bright blue suit that contrasted the surrounding terrain.
“My my, what’s all this?” Alastor smiled while running his fingers over the couch.
“I just wanted to do something special to commemorate our partnership. After all, it’s been a half a year. Isn’t that something worth celebrating” Vincent says before handing Alastor a shot of gin.
Alastor looks at him and drinks it before putting a hand on his shoulder. “I wanna dance Vincent.” He says firmly.
Vincent takes Alastor’s hand and holds his waist against his. The two dance for what seems like forever before the settle down and start slow dancing in circles.
“What’s new with you?” Vincent said almost in a childlike manner.
“Nothing really. Robbing Peter to pay Paul I suppose. How bout you? Got any new girls you’re looking at?
“Haha…actually I kinda stopped messing around lately. I got my eyes on something brighter at the moment.”
“I can’t believe my ears. The great Vincent Whittman is dropping his play boy ways and finally settling down. It must be pretty important.”
“Trust me, it is. So, do you have a broad on your mind?”
“Such silly questions darling. You know I don’t indulge in such foolish things”
“But seriously Al, do you have a girlfriend?”
“No. Never had, and most likely never will.”
“Hey, I was just wondering, if you had to date a woman or anyone for that matter, how would you want them?”
The “anyone for that matter” line caught Alastor off guard but he answered “I hadn’t given it much thought, but I’d like someone who can match my intelligence, sensibility, and most importantly my independence. I’d especially like it if they weren’t a bore either, and someone who looks pretty but in a unique way. Like, your eyes for example. I’m surprised someone hasn’t drowned in them”
“Oh Alastor” Vincent suddenly stopped dancing and rested his head on the man’s shoulder. He drops Alastor’s hand and moves it to his chest and waist.
“Vincent. What are you doing.” Alastor said as more of a demand than a question.
“Alastor, I feel a certain way about you that I’ll never feel about anyone ever again.”
“Vincent you know how I feel about the touching.”
“Al! I need you to listen to me. I’m serious about us. I can’t pretend anymore, I have something in my head that makes me feel so drawn to you. Ever since we met I’ve felt alive and like I’m being fulfilled in a way that I never thought I could be. In a way a woman never could.”
“Vincent, stop it!”
“Don’t you tell me that!”
In a moment of desperation Vincent lunges for Alastor’s arm and yells “Alastor, I’m in lo-“
The phone rings.
The room goes dead silent.
“I need a minute.” Alastor pushes him off and walks behind