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—Ugh... my back is going to ache tomorrow...
—Vincent, dear, you were the one who wanted to kill that guy, you are the one who is carrying his body.
—Come, Al! Not even a little bit of help, for your poor husband.
—First of all, we are not married. And second, —Alastor paused mid sentence trying to guess if he should act cute or dominant with Vincent so he would stop talking —do you really want me to get dirty, you're stronger than me anyways...~
—Yeah, right, I am. —Vincent smiles confidently and Alastor just rolls his eyes at his pet like behaviour.
After disposing the body on their home bathtub they get naked to wash their clothes and themselves at the kitchen. The water is really hot, making the environment humid.
If you could see them it was very obvious who had more experience getting blood out of clothes, Alastor had to be giving instructions to Vincent everytime be sensed his partner was stuck and didn't know what to do. It was a peaceful sight if you ignored the fact they just killed someone.
—Darling, I told you, mix it correctly or then the blood will stain even more.
—Sorry, Al. I usually just dumped my clothes after every job.
—I can tell... —Alastor smiled at the white guy.
—What does that even mean-?
The radio man puts a finger in his mouth to shut him up, they hang their clothes outside after finishing and they go to their room.
The old house was in the middle of the forest, it was an old one, walls were detached from the original place and windows with stains that wouldn't go off. Outside, nocturnal birds were roaming trough the trees looking for insects to eat.
The TV host laid on the bed with a soft grount, his back already ache. Carrying a body after a long hard day of working wasn't easy and for once Alastor felt a bit empathetic, or he would have if Vincent wouldn't have started to touch him.
—Hands off, dear. I'm not on the mood.
—You never are... you're just some virgin pretty boy.
Alastor sat down on the bed with a disgusted smile, he hated so much when the other man acted like a horny dog.
—Your waist, so tiny I could grab it with one arm. Those slender arms that you use to stab those pricks you hate so much, you are so hot when you do it...
As he named all the attributes he moved his finger from the bottom to the top of his torso, Alastor smacked his hand not a few seconds later.
—Vincent, one more thing and you sleep on the ground.
—You are so light I could lift you with one hand- —The moment he finished the sentence he was in he ground.
He wined a bit after being thrown out of bed but he knew he deserve it so he didn't try to get back up. He pressed his head onto the wooden part of the bed trying to see Alastor without him noticing, of course it didn't work and Alastor hit him again.
—Bad boy, dogs have to look sad and pathetic on the floor.
Vincent pout and sit on his knees trying to convince his lover to been let sleep on a more comfortable place.
—Baby, come on. I'm sorry, okay? If you let me sleep with you I will let experiment your weird thingys on me.
—Mhmmm... I'll spare you. Lucky for you, you won't be tomorrows experiment, just a help.
Vincent was back up on the bed on a jump, as much as he wanted to kiss and hug Alastor he knew he had to be extra gentleman or else his lover may change of experiment subject.
They both went to sleep and Vincent was woken up at morning by the smell of certain someone cooking, he smiled thinking of a nice breakfast. He went to the kitchen and putted himself on Alastors back without touching it trying to get a silent permission, the deer just noded and that was enough, he was now a warm hug.
The TV host was practically still sleep, he noticed how his mouth was opened and put some sort of meat inside, it tasted weird and really spicy.
—How was it?
—You have done way better... what is it.
—Human flesh, obviously. You promise to be a helper in my experiment. I was trying to get a new recepy but I guess is not as good as I usually cook.
Vincent almost vomit after hearing that,he should have knew what thta freak was feeding him, he rapidly went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and then camed back with a sour face, he was no longer sleepy.
—Al, you know I don't like humans the way you do.
—You put your meat inside them, what's the difference?
Vincent blushed but he knew he could backfire. —Do you want me to show you?
Alastor throw at him a knife that almost didn't scape.
—Whoa, calm down, babe. Fine no more sex jokes.
—Be a good boy and bring me the knife back, I still need to cut some body parts.
Vincent smiled and brought the knife to Alastor, his lover was pissed so he kissed his hand.
—Anything more?
—You are sleeping outside tonight. —Alastor kissed him on the lips and made him go for the rest of the body parts.
—Ugh, my back hurts...