[ it's been a normal night, an easy night, until it isn't. a normal dinner out like they do sometimes, a nice treat for vox as thanks for his understanding, and alastor potentially buttering him up for something. but alastor is derailed from anything he might request by their waiter making eyes at vox, being overly friendly, flirting in the way that alastor does when he's gunning for something.
and maybe he should have simply stepped aside: he doesn't doubt vox's loyalty to him, and the waiter really is taking his life into his own hands by being... well, the way he's being, in the area they're in. even alastor and vox are simply business associates when they're out of the house.
but he doesn't. he smiles at the man all night, acts sweet as anything, and perhaps vox notices him being a little too cute about it, stealing the waiter's attention away by being younger and amenable, but it'll be worth it in the end and he knows just how to smooth any ruffled feathers later.
or maybe vox reads it for what it is: jealousy.
and alastor is patient, of course. he sends vox to bed later that night with a too-gentle stroke of his knuckles over the older man's cheek, then 'goes to bed' himself, at least until he's sure he can get out without being noticed.
and he's not noticed, as far as he's aware, when he leaves and tracks down the waiter. it's easy: he's out back of the restaurant, and smiles when alastor approaches him. they chat a moment, alastor's charm at full strength, and they share a cigarette before alastor tugs him by the suspenders right into a small side building and shuts the door behind them.
and if, say, someone were to come by, or open the door, even as quickly as a few moments later, it's quite the scene: both men still fully clothed, the waiter on his back with alastor straddling him and hunching over him, hands obscured by his body even though the soft choking sounds coming from below him tell exactly what he's doing.
there's a bloody knife on the ground next to them, and a pool of blood underneath the waiter that's slowly spreading, red soaking into alastor's knees.
alastor is talking, his voice a low croon that almost sounds like it'd be for a lover, and one would have to get very close to hear what he's actually saying. ]
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and maybe he should have simply stepped aside: he doesn't doubt vox's loyalty to him, and the waiter really is taking his life into his own hands by being... well, the way he's being, in the area they're in. even alastor and vox are simply business associates when they're out of the house.
but he doesn't. he smiles at the man all night, acts sweet as anything, and perhaps vox notices him being a little too cute about it, stealing the waiter's attention away by being younger and amenable, but it'll be worth it in the end and he knows just how to smooth any ruffled feathers later.
or maybe vox reads it for what it is: jealousy.
and alastor is patient, of course. he sends vox to bed later that night with a too-gentle stroke of his knuckles over the older man's cheek, then 'goes to bed' himself, at least until he's sure he can get out without being noticed.
and he's not noticed, as far as he's aware, when he leaves and tracks down the waiter. it's easy: he's out back of the restaurant, and smiles when alastor approaches him. they chat a moment, alastor's charm at full strength, and they share a cigarette before alastor tugs him by the suspenders right into a small side building and shuts the door behind them.
and if, say, someone were to come by, or open the door, even as quickly as a few moments later, it's quite the scene: both men still fully clothed, the waiter on his back with alastor straddling him and hunching over him, hands obscured by his body even though the soft choking sounds coming from below him tell exactly what he's doing.
there's a bloody knife on the ground next to them, and a pool of blood underneath the waiter that's slowly spreading, red soaking into alastor's knees.
alastor is talking, his voice a low croon that almost sounds like it'd be for a lover, and one would have to get very close to hear what he's actually saying. ]