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This was Alastor’s favourite game to play.
It hardly took any effort at all to get Vincent jealous. Oh, just an earnest giggle from him would send a poor stranger into an early grave thanks to Vincent’s lack of restraint for his violent urges. It was far from the perfect murder, it was messy and animalistic as he pounded his fists into the man’s face for daring to smile at Alastor, daring to kiss his hand… Alastor adored the bloodlust and savagery of it all.
That’s not where the game ended, no. Vincent would drag Alastor to the nearest private area, using his body weight to pin him against any available surface before fucking him so hard and roughly that Alastor genuinely wondered for a moment if the shape of Vincent’s cock would be carved into him forever.
“You’re mine, Alastor, mine! Why do you give them so much attention? Why not me!? They’re not even worthy of you! They’re a bunch of nobodies! They’re not worthy like I am! … Right? Tell me I’m worthy of you! The only one worthy of you!”
“You’re the only one, Vincent…” He gasped out quietly.
How he secretly loved this. Vincent was normally far too gentle for his liking during sex. However, it wasn’t in Alastor’s nature to beg for more or admit he liked any of it. When they had sex, he was doing Vincent a favour. He’d demand that Vincent speed it up and go faster, just so it was over quicker, of course. Unfortunately, even as Vincent reached his peak, he could sense the younger man was holding back.
So, he would orchestrate his lover’s insanity, driving him into reckless abandon… And to cover it all up, he’d punish him for it afterwards.
Which, again, didn’t take much effort. Simply crossing his arms, staring at the wall and giving him silent treatment was enough to get Vincent crying and begging.
“Al, baby, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I really didn’t mean to. You just… You make me crazy.”
“Oh, are you blaming me now? Are you no better than a dog, Vincent, unable to control yourself?” Alastor made sure his voice was cold when he finally spoke.
“No! No, I didn’t mean… Please, look at me.”
Alastor waited a long moment, just to twist the knife further into Vincent’s gut, before turning to him with disdain.
“I’ll be better, baby. Let me run you a bath, and I’ll order in from your favourite place!”
Alastor watched Vincent scamper off, unable to hold back a small chuckle.
What a well-trained pet.