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16.

What the fuck is wrong with me is the thought that keeps going back into Vincent's mind. He always knew something was not right, but this was a new level of insanity. He blames the shock and fear from seeing his community massacred and the concussion, but damn this is a new low even for him. Yes, Alastor is hot, but maybe not 'getting locked in your own sex room and potentially starving to death' hot. But the way he was carving that body up, the deadly look in his eyes, the mean tone it's all too much for Vincent to handle. Something about Alastor just makes him want to submit, and so he did. Fuck.

Hours pass, maybe even a day and it's a struggle to eat or drink and then he really has to go and he wonders if it's day or night and when will Alastor come to the fuck back. Eventually, he carries a big duffel bag and helps Vincent out of his shackles. Vincent doesn't complain about nor the aching nor the long waiting - he knows better by now, it's no use with Alastor, worse maybe it even makes him angry. He cleans himself in the bathroom and changes into the clothes Alastor smugly throws at him. He can tell these are his own clothes, probably fresh out of his wardrobe, which is odd. Well, after all, he still is in his own home, but how could Alastor grab these? The police probably found the scene he left already, and shit maybe they will find the trapdoor or the blueprints....

He has to shake his head, letting water run down his face to banish his racing thoughts. He has no control whatsoever over the situation, so best not to worry and hope Alastor won't fucking tie him up. Probably he could overpower him, but certainly, he had a knife again, and he seemed kind of skilled with it... Well still might be an option worth exploring if the man plans to leave him here again.

Finishing his shower (thank god he thought of this as an addition to the kinky bedroom) he dresses in the fresh clothes, and he feels human again. Stepping out of the bathroom he finds Alastor sitting on the bed, which seems to have fresh sheets now. He holds a food container out for Vincent, which he greedily takes, eating standing. Whatever it is, it's delicious, and not only because he hasn't eaten properly. He cannot even pay Alastor any mind he enjoys the food too much, it's some kind of rice dish with seafood, but he notices how mindful he is, packing him utensils and napkins.

"Great, now that that's done with, get back here and tie yourself back," Alastor says with a mean smile. Vincent puts the container down on the bedside table and then sighs. "I won't. Alastor, you cannot just leave me here to rot, you know that."

The other man chuckles, stands up, and shakes his head "Oh but I very much can. Or have you forgotten already who holds the leash?" Vincent hopes he is bluffing but the bastards gets a knife out, a different than last time. Fuck, here we go...

Vincent puts his hands up defensively to explain himself, but Alastor is already by his side pushing him down onto the bed. "Chains. Now."

"Easy there... I told you, I am happy to let this whole ordeal with murdering the others go, but I won't agree to be left here..." Alastor growls, pushing the knife next to his face onto the bed. "Careful Vincent, or I might just decide what to do with you very easily..." Vincent exhales, he tries not to look too obvious but he can already feel a boner forming. Damn his stupid sick brain...

Vincent slightly presses into the blade, waiting for Alastor's reaction. The man doesn't move at first, but Vincent can see in his eyes that he likes this. As he hoped Alastor leans down to lick into the wound. And just as he does, Vincent turns his head just a little so Alastor's lips are right there and he claims them hungrily.

Alastor growls and Vincent can feel fear bubble up in him, expecting the man to push him away or slash his throat but he loves the thrill, loves the power this stupid skinny man has over him. But the pain doesn't come, and he licks his own blood from Alastor's lips and before he registers what's happening Alastor is kissing him back, angrily, roughly. Pushing down his hands, Alastor climbs on top of him, still kissing restlessly. Vincent cannot help it and tries to push his tongue in, just to be met with Alastor's sharp teeth, biting a bleeding wound into his lip. Vincent hisses but he doesn't stop, he likes the newfound intensity probably because of the fresh blood, causing Alastor to turn their kiss into a messy, open-mouthed one.

Vincent moans into the kiss, the stinging pain of the cut and the bitten one on his lip mixing with the taste and scent of Alastor, an earthy scent and smoke and his aftershave and it's all too much. When Vincent tries to feel Alastor's chest through his shirt, his hands instantly get swatted away. He is pushed down the bed again as Alastor leans slightly to Vincent's disappointment, whining a little at the lost contact, but Alastor smirks, dark, and mean and Vincent knows more to come as the man starts to unbuckle his belt slowly.

Vincent props himself up with his elbow, just watching Alastor, his eyes hazy and he cannot even believe that this is happening. "Open your mouth for me" Vincent does, waits patiently as Alastor removes his pants, then he is over Vincent again, taking himself in hand. Vincent shifts his lips almost touching the tip, but waits, doesn't move, obedient. Alastor strokes himself once, then pushes his length into Vincent's mouth, moving his hip just a little. Vincent takes it, licking around it, savouring how he feels in his mouth, watching as Alastor's eyes roll a little back. But then he is back, the cruel look in his eyes returning as he shoves himself down Vincent's throat all the way, watching the man choke. Vincent's hands go down to the other's knee, clawing at the flesh desperately. But he doesn't pull back, not a bit, taking the punishing pushes all in his throat, groaning as Alastor bucks his hips for even more, feeling as he reaches into his hair. Alastor is rough, pulling his head by his hair forward, then keeping it there for a moment, reveling in the sight of Vincent's teary, dazed eyes. "Shit" Alastor moans and starts moving Vincent's head, not letting the other one go even as Vincent chokes and struggles to breathe, but he loves it, loves how Alastor just doesn't care, just takes him and fuck it's so hot.

Vincent reaches for Alastor's back, pulling him a bit closer, begging for more silently, and he gets it, and it hurts, it hurts so good. He is harder than he ever was in his life and it aches, he wants to touch himself badly but Alastor looks down at him, cold, shoving in deep, all the way, not giving a moment of thinking to Vincent. "Choke on me sweetheart" he growls, and Vincent really does, moaning as he feels Alastor shudder, coming into his throat with force Vincent takes it all, not as if he has any choice, feeling Alastor's fingers in his hair, pulling mindlessly as he empties himself.

Vincent was blissed out, choking, and gasping for air after Alastor pulled out. After the coughing fit ended, he wiped some tears away and smiled at Alastor. Big, stupid smile, those you only have after something out of your fantasy comes true. He didn't even get to finish, and he didn't even attempt to touch himself, but it doesn't matter, all that matters is that the man eyeing him suspiciously after he quickly cleaned himself wanted him. And fuck Alastor is so beautiful like this, afterglow, a little sweaty, almost looking content.

"Please don't leave" Vincent hears his own voice, even though it was supposed to be a silent beg in his mind. Alastor now smiled himself, meant to be uncaring but still somehow sweet. "You think I would stay down here with you? Or are you hoping that I will let go, oh sweetheart you know I can't do that. And then who would take care of you then, hm? Besides, this is nice, this way I can have you all for myself and there is no way for you to run away..."

"I wouldn't, Alastor, you know I wouldn't! I just, I don't want to be by myself again, I can wait for you, just please stay a little and then come back soon when you must go."

Alastor gets up, tugging himself back in his pants like nothing happened, humming smugly. "We will see. But you have been a good boy, haven't tried anything, so I will leave you untied. Do remember that no one knows you are here, they think you are dead, and nobody is looking for you... And if you hope to escape, let's just say I took precautions that you will die here would something happen to me, you cannot get out even if you do something to me."

He is bluffing. How could he have locked everything and not have a key to use to get out, Vincent thinks.

"Adieu now, little pet, I promise I will be back so behave until," Alastor says, and points at the bag he brought, letting Vincent know to have the food he left in there for him. And then he is gone. Vincent is left alone again, and he can only hope Alastor left a book or something for him in the bag. This is a big improvement compared to being tied but still not ideal. And yet, the thought of waiting obediently for his master, to see Alastor again... it excites him, and fuck he loves that fucker.