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Another late night at the studio, going on 10 hours straight of filming, producing, directing, and managing a studio's worth of people, but it was worth it. His career, his salary, and his notoriety were all taking off. Vincent Whittman, the God of Entertainment!
But finally, the mask of the perfect leader and idol could slip for the night. He clicked open the lock to his front door and stepped inside, already smelling the sugary scent of jam from the mayhaw berries they had picked just a few days prior.
He waited until the door was shut before yelling out. "Dollface, I'm home." He shrugged off his suit jacket, hung it on the coatrack, and placed his wallet and keys in the dish on the dresser before walking towards the kitchen
Al stepped away from the stove to meet him, already dressed in that cute red apron of his.
"Welcome home, Squeaks." He shuffled into his arms and leaned up to meet him for a kiss which Vincent eagerly reciprocated. "Another long day?"
Vincent sighed. "You know it. Production never sleeps." He planted a kiss to Alastor's forehead. "Could use some stress relief." He added with a grin.
Alastor smiled with a raised eyebrow. "And what kind of stress relief exactly?"
"The kind where I get to hear a bunch of cute little piggy snorts." Vincent firmly wrapped his arms around Alastor, not letting him squirm away, though the man didn't even try.
"Hm, piggy? I haven't the foggiest clue who you might be referring to."
"Oh? Gee, maybe I need to remind myself who makes such adorable sounds... Let me thiiiiiink~" Vincent quickly scurried his fingers up and down Alastor's sides.
"Hehehey -SNRK- Ahahahaha! -Snrk snrk- Hahahaha!"
"Oh, there's my cute piggy! You found him! Is he hiding here? Ooooor... here?" Vincent began scribbling in random places all over Alastor's torso, grinning with immense satisfaction as Alastor wriggled and snorted without holding back an inch.
"Alrihihihight! SNRK! Alrihihight, ohohokay! SNRK!"
Vincent relented, resting his hands on Alastor's hips.
"I suppose I could help your stress AFTER supper. We're making jambalaya and some vegetables need to be chopped. Once everything's simmering I'll put on the beignets."
Vincent chuckled and buried his face in Alastor's hair. "You spoil me."
"That I do, now go wash off the makeup." He lightly smacked Vincent's ass and laughed at his reactive little jump.
"Sir, yes, sir." The taller man chuckled and quickly made his way to the bathroom to rid himself of his foundation. Alastor had made it very clear that if they're alone in the house, Vincent is not to have makeup on. Not because he had anything against it, but because he loved seeing his freckles.
'I don't want you hiding anything from me, including those cute little specks.' He had said. Vincent had blushed something fierce and probably made one of those shy giggles he sometimes did when Alastor complimented him which the man loved to tease him about.
Once his skin was free of product and his freckles were on full display, he hurried to the kitchen to help with dinner.
Over time they had near perfected the art of cooking together. Vincent still wasn't quite the chef Alastor was but he knew what he was doing. He often struggled cooking on his own but with Alastor there to help guide or focus him, he was an excellent kitchen aid. They made their motions, chopping, grilling, simmering, stealing kisses and pokes and playful jabs and teases as they went.
As Vincent set the table, Alastor brought out their food for the night. A massive main course of seafood jambalaya and some freshly baked beignets with jam and powdered sugar for dessert.
Alastor was very proud of how far Vincent had come. Even after they had that chat when they first became partners where Vincent shared his insecurity over weight, it took a lot of time to keep Vincent from hesitating at the dinner table. Now, he happily loaded up his plate without a second thought.
He'd grown a lot since that, the majority of that weight being muscle. Alastor was pretty sure he could break a bone just by putting it between his bicep and forearm and flexing. He'd also grown some extra plush weight, mostly around his thighs and midriff. It took a while to ease Vincent's discomfort with it, but now he didn't care in the slightest. It probably helped knowing Alastor found his combination of fat and muscle to be extremely attractive.
What was more appealing than a man who could down someone with a punch then be a soft pillow to hold at night with delicious curves in all the right places? 'Love handles' were a perfect and accurate name, in Alastor's mind. Honestly, Vincent had to make effort to keep Alastor off him at times. Once they got together he had made a habit of acting on those thoughts he so foolishly set aside at one point and now regularly sunk his teeth into that delectable skin of his. His belly still had bite marks from a couple nights ago. But he knew Vincent didn't mind.
As Vincent polished off his last beignet, Alastor started piling plates together for cleaning, which Vincent immediately helped with. Alastor scrubbed, Vincent dried and put away. It was wordless at this point. Why discuss it when was so regularly done?
As the last dish was put away and the sink cleaned, Alastor squeaked as his legs were lifted from under him. His partner had hoisted him up and Alastor's legs hooked around his waist as if on instinct, which it sort of was.
"Hm. Remind me how dessert tasted. I'm not quite sure I remember." Vincent purred as he began carrying Alastor to the bedroom. With a roll of his eyes, Al closed in for a deep kiss, exchanging the sweet flavor of jam and sugar between them.
He abruptly lost his hold and fell backwards onto the bed. Vincent playfully growled and pounced on top of him, fingers easily finding those ticklish spots on his belly he had memorized by heart.
"There's my little piggy." Vincent leaned in to nibble on Alastor's neck as he shrieked and snorted and laughed with reckless abandon. "C'mon, Doll, snort a little louder for me. Work was sooooo stressful." He cooed childishly as he slipped a hand under Alastor's shirt to flutter over his bare tummy.
"Y-Yohohou're -SNRK- AHA P-PEHEHEST! SNRK! PFFTAHAHAHAHA!"
"Aw, a pest? You wound me, Piglet." Vincent brought his hands up to gently cup Alastor's face. "What are you thinking tonight? Belt or no?"
"I have a rather taxing recording at work tomorrow so let's not do anything too intense. Don't need a hoarse voice trying to sing falsetto."
Vincent snickered. "Yeah, I remember what happened last time. That secretary who asked what happened and you get all flustered, so she elbowed you with a wink asking if you had a 'long night'"
Alastor flushed and shoved Vincent's laughing face away with one hand. "I didn't need a reminder, thank you."
He cackled. "She thought you screamed yourself hoarse in bed!" He laughed his way through the remainder of the sentence, enjoying Alastor's red face. He didn't get to see it as often lately, which was technically a good thing as it meant Alastor was getting more comfortable about everything.
But if he had a reason to make him blush he'd take it, dammit.
"Tactless, woman, that one." He hissed through his teeth.
Vincent gently held the hand at his face and adjusted it so he could kiss the inside of his wrist. "No belt. Got it. any spot requests?"
"The usual." Alastor replied.
"Anywhere's free but your ticklish tummy is your favorite, right?"
Alastor rolled his eyes. "I wouldn't word it quite like that."
"Well I would. Now come on, if you want special tummy time, take your shirt off so the tickle monster can get it."
Alastor flushed and covered his face with his hand. "Must you?" He hissed as he began stripping his top off.
Vincent laughed and took the shirt from Alastor's hand and folded it to set aside, wrinkle-free.
"How long have we been playing these games, Al?" He said conversationally as he adjusted himself beside his partner.
Alastor sat up with an arm propping himself up as he stretched his back. "It's been about 2 years since we became life partners."
"And yet you still have never gotten used to the baby talk."
Alastor laughed. "Oh, like you never look terrified every time I ask you to count your punishments?"
"Hey! Counting is a challenge. Tickle monster is just silly." He lightly poked Alastor's nose with his index finger and yanked it away before Alastor could nip it.
"Oh, well, I think countdowns are quite fun!"
"Yeah, cause you're the one making me do them."
"Can you blame me? Your eyes go so wide they look ready to pop out of your skull!" Alastor laughed mockingly and Vincent only grinned dramatically.
"Oho, you really shouldn't be teasing the tickle monster!" He wrapped an arm around Alastor's chest and firmly held him against his own, back-to-front. Alastor squirmed on reflex, already giggling from the silly atmosphere. "'Cause he knows all your cute tickle spots by heart!" His free hand descended on that bare belly, lightly fluttering and skittering over the quivering skin whilst always lingering on those little areas he knew from experience made Alastor laugh harder.
"SNRK! AHAHA- SNRK! EHEHAHAHAHA! SNRK! SNRK!"
"Cootchie cootchie coo! Tickle tickle, little piglet." Vincent took a large dramatic breath in, reveling in the squeal and protests he received before delivering a big messy raspberry on the side of Alastor's neck.
"D-DOHON'T YOHOU DAHAHA- EEEEEK! SNRK! AHAHAHAHA! NOHOHAHAHAHA! SNRK!"
"Awww, did that tickle?" Vincent hummed into his skin at the side of his throat, deadly accurate to his exact most sensitive points. "Hmmmmmm, it seems like it tickles."
He grinned into the skin as he let the moment wash over him. Alastor squirming and laughing and snorting so adorably in his arms, the feel of his skin beneath his touch, the undisputable fact that Alastor was having a blast, so happy and giddy as he laughed his cares away.
When did his life get so damn happy?
It was that day where they had decided to be life partners. When they had their first kiss and decided to be together in every way except on paper.
Alastor still stayed at his own house occasionally, mostly to keep up appearance or when he was indulging in his occultish hobbies.
Vincent didn't quite understand and Alastor never really pushed him too. The man fully and truly believed in an afterlife, in Hell, and did spells and rituals and things at his home. Sometimes, if he had a drink or two, he'd go on and on about spending eternity together as high-ranking demons or something.
Vincent stopped believing in the afterlife and God shortly after moving out of his parents' house. His dad was a religious nutjob, thankfully they killed the man shortly after getting together so he never had to hear his insults ever again.
Vincent didn't buy into Hell and all that but Alastor's sentiment was sweet, spending all of eternity together. If it did turn out real, he'd follow him happily. Even if he turned out to be some imp or minion or something and Alastor was that high-ranking demon he talked about, Vincent would be happy to support and serve.
"Mmmmmm, I'm feeling like a snack." Vincent hummed, stilling his fingers. Alastor knew where this was leading. He squealed.
"Vihihihincehehent! SNRK! Ihihihi swehehehear!"
He lightly shoved Alastor into the blanket and shuffled to situate himself so his head was over Alastor's midriff.
Alastor laid there smiling brightly up at him, only slightly nervous.
"Oh, wow, Doll, look! A perfect little snack... it looks liiiiiiike..." Vincent trailed off enjoying the view of Alastor throw an arm over his flushed face. "Pork belly!" He quickly lowered his head to begin nibbling all over his quaking tummy, making sure his teeth caught the rim of his bellybutton over and over. "Om nom nom nom! Mmmmm tasty!"
"AHA! SNRK! AHAHAHAHA! SNRK! NOHOHO -SNRK- W-WAHAHAHAIT AHAHAHA!"
Alastor thrashed and Vincent gently yet firmly held down his hips as he continued 'snacking'. The darker man snorted and shrieked and cackled helplessly.
"M-MUHULBEHEHERRY!"
Vincent stopped before he even finished the word, lifting his head and hands immediately.
They had quickly found things could get a bit intense and 'stop' wouldn't get the message across. A couple years ago, shortly after becoming partners. they came up with a type of codeword they could shout as a quick way to communicate a stop without confusion or hesitation, 'Mulberry', like that park they had carried out a couple kills at.
Vincent sat to the side and gently carded his hands through Alastor's curly hair. "You alright, Doll?"
"Laughing too hard. I need to save my voice." He lightly batted Vincent's arm. "If I mess up my song tomorrow, it's your fault."
Vincent snorted. "Okay, fair enough." He placed a sweet kiss to Alastor's cheek. "Friday night, though, well, I'll have to finish my snack here." He poked Alastor's belly button to make him snort and giggle, which he did.
"Hm, I don't know." He leaned up for kiss and received one eagerly. When he pulled away, he continued. "I feel like I might have a stressful day on Friday. I've got that evening slot to fill, you know. I might need to play with my squeaky toy a bit."
Vincent laid on his side abruptly with a dramatic sigh. "I guess we'll just have to fight over it."
His partner shifted to lay on his side facing him. "I suppose we shall." He said softly before initiating another kiss. This one was deeper, longer, and they simply enjoyed the quite intimacy.
...
Vincent lightly squeezed Alastor's arm as he nuzzled into his side. His favorite spot seemed to be pressed against him with his head resting on his bare chest. Vincent used to wear a full set of pajamas to bed, including shirt, but after they started sleeping the same bed together Alastor made it clear he was to have his bare chest available. Vincent laughed and agreed, happy to provide his partner with whatever he wanted, especially some skin-to-skin contact.
Alastor had turned out to be a huge snugglebug early in their relationship which was more than fine with Vincent, not that he wouldn't tease him to the moon and back about it.
Alastor had an early start tomorrow, meaning he needed to go to bed earlier than normal.
Meaning Vincent had to go to bed earlier than normal.
They had both gotten quite used to sleeping in the same bed, so any time they had to be apart, such as work trips or family visits, it made it difficult to rest. If one needed sleep early, the other would be pulled into bed right beside him. And neither ever protested.
He always knew the moment Alastor was asleep because his smile would drop to nearly a straight face. Still a smile, but just barely. He took a moment to just... watch, scanning his slack expression and the gentle rise and fall of his small frame.
He looked at Alastor and his heart felt like it would explode from overwhelming love towards him. He did his best to express that love every second they were together, through touch, smiles, laughter, and words.
He felt the prickling of tears threatening to form but managed to clear his throat and shove them away. He couldn't help it, he got so overwhelmed with emotion at times, mostly his love for the man cuddled up to him, that it'd come out through salty water at the edges of his eyes, which Alastor always teased him about.
He was just so... happy.
His eyes began to flutter shut, sleep finally taking over. Having Alastor snoozing up against him would do that to him. With one final deep breath he drifted off, ready to face another day of paradise.