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“Mr. Whittman is never usually this late. Wonder where he is…” A voice spoke.

“Who knows, maybe went on a trip to Bali or something.”

“No way! He would’ve told us!”

The other voice laughed. “Yeah, right. We’re just some low level employees. Why in the hell would the CEO bother to tell us any plans he makes.”

“Yes, he would! We’re a family here!”

“There’s no way you actually believed that crap―” The person breathed a sigh before continuing, “Francesca…they only tell us that crap so they can overwork us.”

The other girl didn’t seem to believe her companion. “Nuh uh! Mr. Whittman told me it himself!”

“What?? Mr. Whittman―The CEO told you, a literal nobody, personally?”

“Yeah!” The girl exclaimed proudly. “Okay you’re definitely lying.” The other girl said, not believing her.

“I am not!”

Alastor tuned out the two girls' chatter as it turned into mindless bickering. He continued to calculate the company’s monthly expenses. ‘Two tickets to the Monterey Bay Aqarium’…how is that a business expense? Alastor rolled his eyes as he wrote the expenses into the spreadsheet. He should really tell Vincent not to put personal expenses on the company card. As Alastor continued to do his work he was interrupted by a shout. It turns out the girl’s bickering had turned into a full blown argument, shouting included. 

“God, it’s pronounced as ratatouille not ratatua, Francesca!”

“But it’s French!”

“It’s your favorite movie! How do you not know the pronunciation??”

Alastor grew a migraine at the shouting. Unfortunately for him however, no one was stopping the fight. Everyone had completely stopped everything that they were doing to watch the girls like a soap opera.  Alastor wasn’t even sure they were even talking about Vincent anymore. They were just yelling their personal grievances with each other now. 

After a minute of being unable to focus on his work, Alastor had finally had enough. He loudly cleared his throat, catching the girls’ attention. They stared at him like a deer in headlights. He sent them an absolutely viscous glare if the girl’s reaction was anything to go by. They quickly said their apologies and scampered back to their desks. With the disruption gone and subsequently his migraine fading, Alastor could focus on his work once more. Unfortunately, that silence was short lived. 

A loud, obnoxious voice rang throughout the office. “Alastor!” The clicking of the person’s shoes against the tiled floor grew louder as they approached Alastor. “There you are, Al. I was looking for you.” 

Alastor could recognize that voice from a mile away. “Hello, Vincent.” He greeted, not looking away from his work. “DId you just arrive? It’s already three in the afternoon.” 

Vincent Whittman was the current CEO of Voxtek and also, begrudgingly, Alastor’s friend. The two had met in college a couple of years ago, Vincent was studying Business while Alastor was studying English Literature. Although their majors were completely different, they had become fast friends. However, after graduation the pair had gone their separate ways and unfortunately didn’t keep in contact. 

Fortunately, fate was on their side and they reunited again a month ago in a random bar and Vincent offered him a job at his company to which Alastor accepted. 

Alastor still had no idea what compelled him to accept Vincent’s job offer. He already had one, after all.

“You weren’t in your office.”

Alastor lifted a brow. “This is my office.”

“Uh no it’s not. You have your own private one. It’s right next to mine.” Vincent spoke with a genuine confusion in his tone.

“That’s your assistant’s office.” Alastor clarified.

“You are my assistant.” Vincent said adamantly.

“No, I’m not. You already have one.”

“I can have multiple assistants.” 

“Yes but I’m not one of them.” Alastor denied once more to which Vincent groaned. “Yes you are! I hired you as my assistant.”

Alastor was starting to get irritated. “No, you hired me as a book keeper.” 

Vincent clicked his tongue. “Same fucking thing.” No it’s not. Alastor said in his head. 

Alastor finally decided to look up from his work. “What do you want, Vince―” The sight that greeted him made him pause mid-sentence.

Vincent was wearing makeup.

Now, Vincent was by no means unattractive , in fact he was quite handsome. So much so that he was declared the most attractive man in America by multiple tabloids that Alastor didn’t quite care to read. Women (and men) practically threw themselves at him. So to say Vincent was good looking was a bit of an understatement. But this was different. 

Dark but not quite black eyeshadow was placed on the outer corner of his lids. It blended into a lighter shade as it extended into the inner corner of his eyelids. A pop of glitter was placed on his tear duct, making his already unique set of eyes pop. His eyeliner wasn’t quite as long as the models Alastor would see in some fashion magazine but nevertheless quite sharp. There was also makeup on his lower eyelid, emphasizing the fat under his eyes. It made his eyes look bigger, giving Vincent a more youthful appearance. The pink blush contrasted against his pale skin nicely, giving his face an almost soft look…like a maiden.

Alastor's eyes traveled down to the rest of Vincent's body. Vincent was wearing his usual outfit, a light blue suit. However, the blazer was unbuttoned to reveal a new addition to the outfit. A corset.

The corset was black with shimmery silver embellishments and lace trim. It stopped just shy of his upper torso. The corset was constructed significantly more modern than something his friend, Rosie, would have in her collection but nonetheless just as ornate. The corset hugged Vincent's waist tightly, slimming it as well as emphasizing his hips. 

Vincent looked ethereal.

Alastor was speechless.

Vincent flushed under Alastor’s scrutinizing gaze. He cleared his throat, catching the brunette’s attention. “One of Vel’s models quit right before a big photoshoot…and well I owed her a favor so she dragged me to fill in. That’s why I was so late today…and also explains this.” Vincent said, gesturing to himself. He seemed embarrassed at his explanation. 

“I see.”

“Why? Does it look bad?”

Alastor smiled. “No. It looks good on you, my dear.” 

Vincent blushed harder at the unexpected compliment. “T-thanks.” Vincent fake coughed into his palm, a feeble attempt at changing the subject. “So lunch?” He asked.

Alastor looked at him, amused. “It’s already three.”

“I haven’t eaten anything since morning.” Vincent said.

Alastor’s amusement quickly turned into concern at his friend’s words. He knew Vincent’s idea of ‘breakfast’ was basically a cup of coffee and nothing else. The concern morphed into anger towards how this ‘Velvette’ person who was supposedly Vincent’s friend basically let him starve. 

“I mean not really. Vel gave me some unsalted crackers but besides that nothing.” That somewhat eased Alastor’s concerns. “Alright.” He said, agreeing to Vincent’s invitation. Alastor quickly tidied his desk, grabbed his wallet and stood up.

They walked towards the elevator.

Vincent pressed the ‘down’ button. The elevator doors opened and the pair stepped inside. “Where do you want to go?” Alastor asked as he pressed the button to the ground floor. The doors shut and the elevator started to descend.

“There’s this taco place that just opened. It’s two blocks down.” Alastor made a disgusted face when Vincent revealed where they were going. Vincent rolled his eyes at his reaction. “I know you don’t like fast food and all that. It’s unhealthy blah blah but I promise it’s really good.”

The elevator dinged, announcing that they reached their destination. The doors slowly opened and the pair stepped out. As they made their way to the exit they were interrupted by a loud yell. They turned their head towards the cause of the noise. Alastor saw a man at the front desk. The man was tall and had tanned olive skin, his hair was colored pink and buzzed. He wore heart shaped glasses with pink lenses so Alastor couldn’t quite discern his eye color. The man wore an absurd amount of fur to be practical. Everything about the man was gaudy and over the top in Alastor’s eyes.

“Do you not know who I am?!” The man screamed at the poor receptionist.

Vincent’s morning was going just swimmingly. 

Vincent had gone out drinking the night before with a couple of colleagues to celebrate securing one of the biggest deals for his company and had gotten completely wasted. It was around two in the morning when he got home. He had been so tired, the moment even a sliver of his body touched the soft sheets of his bed he had passed out. He didn’t even have the energy to get ready for bed. 

In the morning, Vincent woke up in a heavily wrinkled suit and thirty texts and ten missed calls from Velvette. He checked the time on his alarm clock. Nine o’clock. Apparently, he had slept through all five of his alarms. Before he could even get up however, his phone rang once more. Vincent read the caller id.

Velvette.

Vincent picked up. 

“Ugh, finally you pick up. Where the fuck are you?”

“I’m at home. Vel, can you make this quick I’m late for work.”

“At home!? Are you fucking insane!? Did you forget we had a shoot today? You were supposed to be here an hour ago.” 

Shit. He had completely forgotten.

Two weeks ago, Vincent agreed to be in one of Velvette’s photoshoots in exchange for a favor. What the favor was, he would rather not discuss. 

Vincent heard Velvette yell at what he assumed was one of her assistants before going back to addressing him. “Get your queer ass down here right now before I drag you here myself.” She said then hung up.

Vincent did his morning routine as fast as humanly possible, got dressed and got into his car. He had completely neglected making his breakfast (“A cup of coffee does not constitute as a proper breakfast.” a suspiciously Alastor sounding voice said in his mind) and so he decided to pass through a Starbucks on his way even if it wasted a couple of minutes.

He could handle Velvette’s wrath. What he can’t handle is her wrath AND zero caffeine in his system.

When he arrived at the place, he was immediately dragged into a dressing room by one of Velvette’s staff. He was forcibly sat down in a chair while a whole fleet of makeup artists surrounded him. Vincent felt like a puppet as they maneuvered him around. He didn’t even get  a chance to look at himself in the mirror, as once they were done a whole entirely new crew of people dragged him off again to dress him for the shoot. 

After a hectic twenty minutes of measuring and fitting, Vincent was finally given some reprieve. Finally, he got a chance to take a proper look at himself. He looked completely different from his usual appearance. He could barely even believe the reflection in the mirror was him. 

Vincent wasn’t a complete stranger to makeup. But he mostly only wore concealer to cover the dark circles under his eyes from staying up so late doing work. So to say this was a surprise was an understatement.

He knew he was handsome but for the first time he felt beautiful.

Unfortunately, his thoughts were cut short by Velvette’s voice. “You can admire yourself later. We’re already thirty minutes behind schedule.”

“Oh right..” 

During the photoshoot, no one was fired mid shoot, so yes, it in fact had gone smoothly. Well…someone did break down crying after Velvette berated (verbally abused) her but these people weren’t Vincent’s employees so he really couldn’t care less about how Velvette treated them. Hell, It wasn't exactly like he cared much about how she treated his employees either though…except for a select one.

Four hours later they were done, Vincent went back into the dressing room to get ready to leave. As he was about to unlace the corset he heard Velvette say, “You know you can keep that, right?” Vincent turned to her. “Really?” He asked.

“Yeah, whatever. It’s yours now.”

Vincent smiled at her. “Thanks.”

He decided to wear the corset for the day. 

When he finally arrived at the Voxtek office building, he was absolutely starving. Who would have guessed drinking only coffee for breakfast and some unsalted crackers Velvette had given him when he complained that he was hungry wasn’t a filling meal. He should have gotten a bite to eat on the way but he didn't feel like eating alone in his car (or eating alone at all). Vincent much preferred to be in the company of a certain brunette.

He wondered if he could cajole Alastor into having lunch with him. The brunette would have surely eaten by now, it was already—Vincent checked his watch—Three pm?! Jesus, the photoshoot took that long?

Damn. 

Oh well, it doesn't hurt to try.

Vincent practically barged into Alastor’s office. “Al, wanna go out for lunch?” He asked except there was no answer because Alastor wasn't there.

“What the hell…” Vincent mumbled underneath his breath.

There was no sign of the brunette. There wasn't even any paperwork laying around the desk. The room looked tidy, unused.

“Sir?” Vincent turned to look at the newcomer.

It was Ethan.

“Ethan, where's Alastor?”

“I think he's on the twentieth floor, sir.” Ethan seemed unsure with his answer.

Twentieth floor? Why in the hell would he be there?

Vincent didn't reply to his assistant. He immediately made his way back into the elevator. He actually did find Alastor on the twentieth floor. 

They bickered a bit about Alastor's position at the company before Alastor finally decided to grace Vincent his full attention.

Vincent hated to admit but he felt butterflies at the way Alastor reacted to his appearance. It felt like they were the only people in the entire world at that moment. Like no one else mattered. 

Eventually, Alastor agreed to the lunch date. Everything was going swimmingly…that was until he showed up.

Just as Alastor and him were about to leave they heard a hell coming from the front desk. Vincent immediately recognized the voice. He turned to look at the cause of the outburst and sure enough it was Valentino.

His boyfriend, Valentino, was here, yelling at the poor receptionist and causing a scene.

“I'm sorry, sir. But I can't let you see Mr. Whittman without an appointment.” 

“Pinche pendejo, aye how did you even get hired?!”

It was clear the receptionist was new at the company if she didn't recognize who Valentino was. Vincent wished so badly to just ignore his boyfriend's overgrown tantrum; however Valentino was stationed in front of the entrance. They wouldn't be able to leave without passing right by him.

And so Vincent sucked it up, took a deep breath, counted to ten and approached the latino.

“Val! How are you?”

Both of them turned their heads towards him. “Sir!” The receptionist said, looking relieved to see him. Meanwhile, Valentino just kept staring at him. 

“I'll take it from here, don't worry.” Vincent spoke to the receptionist. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. 

“t-thank you, sir…” The girl mumbled.

Valentino was uncharacteristically quiet. Vincent turned to him. Val was still staring at him, eyes roving up and down his body, like a predator examining their prey. Vincent felt uncomfortable by the other's objectification.

Vincent was first to break the silence. “Val, what are you doing here?”

Finally, Valentino decided to speak. “You look different.”

“I owed Vel a favor.”

“You look gorgeous, mi amor.”

Vincent knew he should have blushed at the compliment considering it came from his boyfriend but frankly the only thing he felt was disgust.

Valentino’s eyes wandered to the person beside him. “Who’s this?” He asked, staring at Alastor with obvious judgement. 

“Oh, this is my new assistant Alastor.” Alastor gave him a glare at the word ‘assistant’. Vincent ignored him. “Al, this is Valentino.” Vincent paused, unsure whether or not to reveal that he was dating Valentino.

Unfortunately, Valentino decided for him. “I’m his boyfriend.” He said smugly.

The corners of Alastor’s mouth twitched. “I see..”

“It’s…nice to meet you.”  Valentino gave Alastor one more glance before proceeding to ignore him for the rest of the conversation.

“Vincy~. I’ve missed you.”

“Mi amor, let’s go out together~ “ Valentino whined.

“Actually, Alastor and I were gonna go out for lunch.” 

Valentino raised a brow, confused. “Lunch? It’s already three pm.”

“I haven’t eaten anything yet.” Vincent explained.

But still Valentino wouldn’t budge. “Then why don’t I treat you to sushi.” He insisted. Vincent mentally rolled his eyes. Treat. Yeah sure. Valentino was gonna take them to a very expensive restaurant and both of them knew Vincent was going to end up footing the bill.

“No, it’s fine. I don’t want to waste your time.”

“So you'd rather go out with your assistant than your boyfriend?”

“Val, you know that’s not— “ 

“Fine, whatever. Go out with him, then!” Valentino huffed, dramatically.

Vincent was in no mood to placate him right now.

Val walked towards Vincent. Valentino brushed a stray piece of hair away from his face and tucked it behind his ear. He leaned in close, too close in fact. His hot breath brushed against Vincent’s ear. “I’ll just see you tonight, mi amor.” He whispered seductively.

Alastor cleared his throat.

“Pardon me for intruding on this…moment. But it seems I’ve forgotten something upstairs. Would you mind accompanying me to get it?”

Val pulled away. “Why does he need to go with you?” Valentino scoffed.

“No, I don’t mind it.” Vincent jumped at the chance to go with Alastor. He did not feel like spending another moment with Val.

Alastor’s smile turned positively wicked.

As Vincent was about to walk away Valentino grabbed his arm roughly. “Can’t you just wait for him here?” 

“Val, let go.”

Val’s grip turned from rough to bruising. Vincent winced. 

“I said let go!” With as much force as Vincent could muster, he pushed Valentino away. The action surprised both Valentino and Alastor. Valentino stumbled back.

“What the fuck…” Val mumbled, incredulous. To say he was angry was an understatement. The man was positively livid. But before he could spout his vitriol at Vincent, his phone dinged. Val pulled out his phone and checked the notification. “...incompetent little shits.” He grumbled.

“Fine, you win this time.” He said to Vincent. Then, he put his phone back in his pocket and walked away. 

Vincent let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He turned to Alastor. He had an odd look on his face. Vincent knew better than to pry. 

“Let’s go.” Alastor said.

Vincent followed Alastor back to the elevator. “So what did you forget?” He asked. Alastor pressed the door close button. “My wallet.” He answered. Vincent was confused. He had clearly seen Alastor grab his wallet before they left.

“What? But I saw you grab it— “ Suddenly, Alastor pulled the emergency stop button. The elevator jerked to a stop and sirens blared around them. “Al, what the fuck— “ Vincent was cut off by a pair of lips on his. 

Vincent was taken aback at the sudden kiss. His brain couldn’t process what was happening. He just stood there, completely frozen. Vincent had always dreamed of kissing Alastor, ever since they met in college. Alastor was the reason why Vincent found out he also liked boys. He subtly flirted with Alastor, dropping hints here and there that he liked him but either Alastor never picked up his hints or was being oblivious on purpose. When Vincent realized that Alastor would most likely never reciprocate his feelings, he decided to give up his pursuit and just be content with their friendship. If confessing his feelings would ruin their friendship then Vincent would rather stay silent.

After realizing that Vincent wasn’t reciprocating, Alastor opened his eyes and pulled away from the kiss. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have.” He was about to push the emergency stop button back to its original position. However before he could, Vincent wrapped his arms around Alastor’s neck and pulled him back into the kiss.

At first, Alastor was surprised. Then, his eyes darkened and he reciprocated the kiss with equal fervor. 

Alastor pushed Vincent against the wall. He grabbed the other’s wrist, pinning them above his head with one hand, effectively restraining him.

Vincent felt Alastor’s mouth on his neck, sucking and nipping at the skin, bruising it purple. Vincent knew he should stop him. His shirt collar wasn’t high enough to cover the hickey. However, he couldn't help but he turned on at the idea of Alastor claiming him, leaving a mark to show the whole world who Vincent belonged to.

Vincent's dick twitched at the thought of being seen as Alastor's property.

With Alastor's free hand, he unbuttoned the top half of buttons on Vincent’s dress shirt. He slipped his hand under Vincent's shirt and started to grope his chest. Alastor’s fingers pinched his left nipple which elicited a loud moan from Vincent. Then he twisted the pink bud. 

After thoroughly abusing his left nipple, Alastor moved on to tease his other one. “I can’t neglect this one, can I?”

“Ngh!”

He hadn’t even touched Vincent down there and yet he was already a whimpering mess. Alastor let out a low chuckle. Absolutely pathetic.

“My my, I’ve barely done anything and you’re already like this.”

“S-shut up!” Vincent tried to hide his blushing face. Alastor tutted him. “Don’t hide your face darling.” Alastor grabbed Vincent’s chin, gently maneuvering his head to face him. “I want to see the beautiful expression you make.” Vincent’s already flushed cheeks turned impossibly redder. Alastor leaned, continuing to leave hickeys from Vincent’s neck down to his chest.

Alastor’s hand trailed down Vincent’s body. It stopped just shy of his upper thigh. It ghosted against Vincent’s crotch. “Al!.” Vincent whined, high and needy.

“Use your words, darling.” Alastor brushed his hand there again, teasing him.

“Ngh.” Fucking asshole. Vincent thought. Alastor does it once more then finally Vincent’s resolve cracked.  “Please, Al.” Vincent pleaded.

“Please what? Beg properly now, dear.”

If Vincent wasn’t so horny right now, he would’ve killed Alastor.

Vincent took a deep breath and said, “Please…touch me.”

“Just touch you? Aren’t I already doing that? You need to be more specific, dear.” Vincent had never glared harder at a person in his entire life. “Y-you!” 

“Me?” Alastor replied, a wide grin on his face. Vincent wished he could wipe that shit-eating grin off of his face. There was no way he would fold so easily. Vincent tried to buck his hips against Alastor’s hand but the other quickly moved it out of the way. “Uh uh. What did I say now?”

“Oh Al c’mon! You know damn well what I want!"

Alastor shook his head. “No, I don’t, darling.” He said with faux ignorance.

Vincent knew he would go nowhere with his plan. And so he decided to swallow his pride.

“Alastor, please touch my dick.”

Alastor chuckled, low and dark, pleased at his victory. “As you wish, mon cherie.” Alastor complied with the other’s wish.

Alastor unbuckled Vincent’s belt and unzipped his pants. He slipped them off to reveal the growing tent in Vincent’s boxers. Alastor pulled the boxers down, letting Vincent’s leaking cock spring free.

“Excited, are we?” Alastor said teasingly.

Alastor took Vincent into his hand. He stroked his cock, bringing him almost to completion. However, before Vincent could reach the peak of ecstasy Alastor stopped. Vincent whined at the loss of pleasure. “What the fuck?”

Alastor smirked. He leaned in, and chuckled.  “Not yet, mon cherie. I’ll only have you coming on my cock.” Vincent flushed at Alastor’s words. Vincent had only ever heard him swear once back in college. Never in his life did he think the prim and perfect Alastor would have such a dirty mouth. 

Alastor brought his fingers up to Vincent’s mouth. “Suck.” He commanded. Vincent took Alastor’s fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around each digit, diligently coating them with saliva.

Once Alastor deemed it was sufficient, he took the fingers out of Vincent's mouth with a ‘pop’. 

Alastor’s fingers brushed against Vincent’s hole. He teased the rim with his pointer finger before slowly pushing it in. Vincent gasped. The stretch was painful at first but after a few moments the pain turned into pleasure. 

After confirming Vincent had adjusted, Alastor inserted his middle finger, exploring Vincent’s insides until his fingers brushed against a certain spot that made Vincent see stars.

“A-Al, right there!” Vincent moaned.

Alastor hummed and pressed his fingers down on the spot. Vincent moaned out his name quite loudly and arched his back.

Alastor let go of Vincent's wrists. He pulled his wet fingers out of Vincent and unbuckled his belt. Alastor pulls down both his pants and boxers to reveal his hard cock. For a moment, Vincent just gaped at the size. Alastor had to be around eight or nine inches long. It was definitely bigger than Valentino’s. There was no way he was prepped enough to take that.

Alastor grabbed a hold of Vincent’s thighs and hoisted him up, using the wall as support to keep him up. Vincent wrapped his arms around Alastor’s neck and his legs around his waist.

Alastor stroked his length a couple of times before lining it up in front of Vincent's entrance.  Alastor barely gave Vincent time to prepare before slamming his cock into Vincent’s poor hole. Vincent screamed as Alastor bottomed out inside of him.

His moans mixed with the sirens around them as Alastor pounded into him, hitting his already abused prostate. His mind went blank from the pleasure. 

Tears sprung in Vincent's eyes. He felt like his insides were getting rearranged from Alastor’s relentless and unforgiving pace. 

“You’re mine.” Alastor growled and bit Vincent’s shoulder.

“Say it.”

“Mhm! I’m yours, Al!”

Vincent felt a knot forming in his abdomen, ready to burst. Alastor could also tell he was reaching his peak and so quicked his pace.

Vincent’s body shuddered, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he came.

Vincent’s body went limp, arms falling to his side. After his orgasm, Alastor’s pace slowed down. It was clear the other was close. Alastor gave a few more thrusts before he completely stopped and came inside Vincent, filling him up.

The pair were panting messes. It took a minute for them to catch their breaths.

Alastor slowly pulled out of Vincent. WIth nothing to plug in the liquid, semen slowly trickled out from Vincent’s hole and onto his inner thigh. It made for a beautiful picture in Alastor’s mind. Alastor gently lowered Vincent onto the floor.

“Woah, that was…” Vincent trailed off. He felt like he needed an entire millenia to process what the hell just happened. His mind still couldn’t believe that he had just had sex with his longtime crush.

Only after the post nut clarity hit that Vincent realized how absolutely ruined their clothes were. God, Velvette was going to kill him if she found out. He let out a groan. Alastor noticed Vincent’s dilemma. “Apologies.” Alastor said, with absolutely no hint of sincerity. Vincent rolled his eyes. 

“Can you grab my phone?” Vincent asked Alastor. Alastor raised a brow, “Why?”

“I need to text Ethan.”

Alastor’s eyes darkened. “You’re already bringing up other men after we just had sex?” He growled.

“Can you chill. I was gonna ask him to bring us some new clothes.”

“Oh.”

Vincent laughed. He never knew Alastor was the possessive type. He liked it. “Just hand me my phone.” Alastor complied, he reached inside Vincent’s pants, pulled out his phone and handed it to him. Vincent unlocked his phone and texted his assistant to get them a spare change of clothes and also some takeout.

They should probably get dressed before the maintenance crew opens the door and sees them half naked. Vincent looked at Alastor and saw he had pants zipped up and was already fastening his belt. Vincent sighed. Guess it was just him. He tried to stand up but stumbled. 

Thankfully, Alastor caught him. “Careful.” 

Vincent put on his pants as he held onto Alastor for support. 

VIncent had to admit, it was not a pleasant feeling to have dried cum all over his body. Fortunately, his office bathroom was big enough to have a shower.

Vincent pushes the emergency stop button back into its original position then presses the button to the 100th floor. The elevator comes back to life and the sirens stop blaring. Finally, I was starting to get a headache.

As the elevator ascended, Vincent couldn't help but ask Alastor the one question on the forefront of his mind. “I wanna know why…” He trailed off. Thankfully, he didn’t need to finish his sentence because Alastor fully understood.

“I couldn’t stand to see that vermin near you.”

“Vermin?”

Then it clicked.

“You mean my boyfriend?” Alastor’s mood visibly soured at the mention of Vincent’s relationship with Valentino. Vincent laughed for almost a minute straight. By the time he was done, his stomach hurt. “So you’re really jealous of Val?”

“Why in the world are you dating that imbecile?”

“He’s good at sex.”

Alastor gave him a deadpan look. “If that’s all you wanted then you could’ve just hired a prostitute.” 

Vincent decided to tease Alastor a bit, “Would you have preferred that?”

Alastor’s reply was instantaneous. “No.”

“The only person you should be having sex with is with me.” Alastor said darkly.

Vincent blushed. “Jesus. If only you were like this back in college.” He mumbled. 

“Apologies. I hadn't yet realized my feelings for you back then.” Vincent was taken aback by the revelation. Alastor also had feelings for him back then? Was he a martyr in his past? This day couldn’t possibly get any better!

Alastor chuckled at Vincent’s stunned expression. Finally, the elevator dinged and the doors opened. Alastor turned to Vincent. “Do you need help walking?” He asked. “Al, I’m fine.” Vincent answered. But Alastor decided to ignore his response. Alastor swept Vincent up into a bridal carry. 

“Al! I said I'm fine!” But his pleas fell on deaf ears.as Alastor proceeded to carry him all the way to his office.

Fortunately, Vincent was spared from further humiliation as Ethan was out running the errands Vincent assigned him and not here.

Guess I'll send Val a breakup text later.