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"Five minutes until rolling!"

The man straighten his tie, picking up his mug of hot coffee to take a sip before his makeup assistant approached him. Dusting some powder on his face, to help mask the shine from the lights that glowed on his skin. Clearing his throat after the woman moved away from him, his long thin fingers combing through his raven hair. Clean cut and held back with Palmade; a pompadour look with a small curl in the front. Just below the curl above his left eyes was a scar that cut in between his eyebrow; a reminder of an accident he had in his early 20s. When the man first started to get into the television world; a stage light from up above came crashing in on him. Being told by many that he was lucky to be alive from that day; as he lost so much blood. Others told him that maybe that accident was a sign. Maybe he should quit the television lifestyle. But Vincent Cox was no quitter!

"One minute!"

The click of cameras, smiling at his reflection on the screen below him. Mostly to check his teeth for anything abnormal. His blue eyes sparking in the lights that beamed on him. This was his life.

"30 seconds!"

His dream. His passion.

"10 seconds!'

He worked so hard to get to where he was at. And nothing was going to stand in his way!

"5...4...3...2...1!"

"Good morning, Chicago! And what a blustery one at that on this fine Autumn morning! I am your host, Vincent Cox. Welcome to Mornings at 8!" The man spoke to the camera in front of him; his voice thick with a Transatlantic accent.

Each morning was the same, Vincent would go through the morning news for about an hour of air time. Never a day off. Only once in the seven years that he had this program that he was unable. Having to go to his mother's funeral; such a drag and waste of proper television time!

After his morning show, Vincent would have a couple meetings with his network before lunch. Then more meetings after. Once dinner time rolled around the man was getting ready for his evening show; Late Talks with Vincent Cox. One of his popular broadcasts! Each week he would invite a different guest to join him. From top named celebrities to politicians. It was honestly one of Vincent's favorite times of the day.

The rating would sky rocket every other late night show! People would write and call often just to get a chance to be featured as one of his many guests. Only, Vincent would choose the best. The ones that would make him the most money in the ratings. Guest that he knew his audience would want to see. This week he had one of the top known Starlets of the season, a young girl with a large known acting platform under her belt.

"And...clear!"

The screen below him went black, the smile on his face fading once the sound of the cameras stopped rolling. Picking up his cup of coffee; now cold. Vincent handed it to one of the closest crew members. Matching away from his Anchor desk calling down the hall for a new coffee sent to his office, stat!

Walking past his secretary desk, his eyes spotting the red haired woman whom looked to be in her mid 20s, smiling at her before stopping in his steps.

"Any calls while I was gone, Maggie?"

The woman; Maggie, nodded her head. " Yes, Mr. Cox; Mr. Brown from CBS called to remind you about the meeting you have with him next Wednesday at 11am." She handed a paper to him, to which he just scanned over before handing it back to her. "Also, your sister; Bernice called, she was wondering if you would be making it to her son's third birthday party on Saturday."

"And what did you tell her?"

"That, her brother; Vincent Cox is a very busy man and wouldn't be able to attend. To which she called me a bitch and you a no good uncle."

Beaming down at the red head, Vincent gently brushed his hand over Maggie's cheek before booping his finger on his nose. "That's my girl!" Taking his leave for his office door, Vincent spoke back over his shoulder at his secretary. "Send my nephew a birthday card for me and if you could be a doll, bring me another cup of coffee."

Closing the door to his office behind him, the television man seat down in the chair behind his desk. Sighing to himself before shuffling through some papers that were piled in front of him. He needed to find a guest for next week show quick! His men did already have some ideas thrown out at him. Sadly, none of them really jumped out as being money making. His Last Night show was his best; he couldn't just have any mediocre person on there. Hearing a knock on the office door, Vincent spoke for them to come in. Smiling as he saw Maggie enter with his mug full of hot fresh coffee; the warm steam rising into the air.

"Close the door, Maggie."

Doing as she was told, she handed the mug to her boss; which he took, taking a long sip before placing it on the desk and scooting his chair out from under it.

"Come here, doll. Keep me company for a little bit, will ya?" Patting his lap for her to take a seat on.

"Vincent, I have work to be done." Maggie said, still taking a seat down on his lap.

Hugging his arms around her, Vincent rested his chin on her shoulder; bring her back to press into his chest. "I know, as do I. But, just for a little bit; maybe we can have a little fun." His lips tip toeing over her ear as he spoke.

Maggie giggled from the tickle of his breath on her ear; resting her back against him more. "Vincent, one day we are going to get caught! You're treading through some dangerous territory!"

"No one will bother us, sugar! They know when my door is shut to leave me alone." Dancing his lips on the back of her neck, Vincent smiled; feeling the woman melt into his touch. Feeling Maggie's legs spread open in his lap, his hands automatically resting on her thighs. Lifting the front of her skirt up, one of his hands moving into her inner thigh; lightly touching around the hem of her panties.

This wasn't the first time Maggie and Vincent fooled around in his office. It started two years ago when Vincent first brought Maggie onto the team. It started first as casual flirting, until he asked her to join him for dinner one night. After that, the rest was history. The woman soon moving in with him. Still being his secretary during the day; they kept their interactions in the building professional. Vincent didn't call it dating, he doesn’t date. He knew Maggie saw it differently, as she did call him her boyfriend when she would introduce him to her friends. He did admit, he didn't love her; and if she found this out, he knew it would break her heart.

His fingers deep inside her wet walls; while his other hand covered over her mouth to block out her sweet sounds of pleasure. Kissing the side of her neck, Vincent breathed in deep, feeling her legs quiver some. "You're so close, doll. Come for me, please?" Speaking softly into her ear, hooking his finger inside of her to brush against her sweet spot.

Her breath hitched as her legs shook more, moaning out a sound of pure bless as she came onto his hand. Vincent grinned, kissing the side of Maggie's neck again once she came down from her high. "That's my girl."

...............

"We still need a guest for next week's show. Let me hear everyone's ideas." Vincent said, placing a cigarette between his lips; lighting it with a match.

The four other men at the table started to look through their papers in front of them while their boss took a drag from his cigarette. The meeting had started about an hour ago, first talking about how rating had been that week and what the new news worthy events that had happened in the past couple days. Only, the topic of finding the next guest for the night show was running thin; they only had two more days left of the week!

"How about John Wayne again? He did bring in a good amount of viewers on his week!"

Shaking his head, Vincent took another drag of his cigarette. "No, it was just last month when we had him! Viewers won't know if we are just playing reruns or that we are being lazy!" Breathing in the smoke from the cigarette, he took another drag. "Keep thinking, men! There has to be someone new! Someone no one has ever seen before!"

"Mr. Cox? May I make a suggestion?"

Looking down the table at one of his men; a small man that was still slightly new with the company. Whom went by the name of Tanner.

"Alright, Tanner. Show me who you got?" Vincent said, pointing his half finished cigarette at the smaller man.

Tanner cleared his throat before rising to his feet. "So. I have been listening to this man on the radio after work. He's got a rich and soothing voice. Like fresh butter. He does these last night broadcast, each one a little different each time. But most the time he enjoys talking about mysteries and crimes that happen in New Orleans. Most of them are unsolved."

Nodding, Vincent chuckled while putting his finished cigarette in the ashtray close by. "Tanner. Tanner, Tanner, Tanner. Radio is dead, my boy! No one listens to radio shows anymore to actually care about some man that talks about mysteries and crimes!"

"Mr. Cox; television is still quite new to most Middle Class American Families. Last year, in 1952; 70 percent of families still rely on radio shows as a form of entertainment."

"Do you really think a radio show host would really want to come on television?! Tanner, how do you know this will draw people in?" Vincent spoke, rising from his seat at the table and walking over to the small man.

"Maybe! You said you wanted something new! Just, listen to him. He does a show every night at 10pm; AM 066. Please, Mr. Cox!"

.............

"Agh! That cab driver didn't know when to shut up!"

Closing the door of his apartment behind him, Vincent watched as Maggie slipped her feet out of her heels and started across the living room to their bedroom.

"Yeah, sorry about that. Next time I'll stick a bullet in his head for ya." Vincent said with a grin. Hanging his coat up in the hall closet.

"Please do." Maggie said. Vincent's eyes spotting her strip out of her clothes and into a nightgown. "How long are you going to be up for?"

Taking a seat in one of the plush chair in the living room, Vincent switched on the radio. Covered in dust and hadn't been turned on in years. "Only for a hour or so, doll. I need to see if this 'radio show man' is worth even getting in contact with."

Feeling Maggie's arms snake across his shoulders for a brief bit before she kissed his cheek, "Don't stay up too long. The bed does get lonely without you."

Planting a kiss on her arm before she walked back into their bedroom, Vincent listened to the door close before he fumbled with the radio dial; stopping it on AM 066 like Tanner said to do. At first all he heard was dead air, sighing as he fumbled with the dial again before stopping on 066 once more. Dead air. Listening to the hum of the air for a minute more; growing more annoyed by the second. That man didn't know what was talking about! Radio was dead! Television was the new way of entertainment now! This was all just a waste of his time.

Rising from the plush chair, Vincent reached for the radio knob to switch the machine off; only for his fingers to freeze when he heard a soft jiggle play through the speakers.

"Hello there, my fellow listeners. My apologies to keep you waiting. Welcome, I am Alastor; your host for tonights program."

That voice! Vincent audibly gasped! Fuck! Tanner was right! Smooth like butter! Crisp like an aged wine! Never in his life had a voice like that made the hairs on his skin prickle. Made his mouth go dry. And for some odd reason; make him feel aroused!

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That voice.

It buzzed in his brain while he got ready for his day. While he brushed his teeth. Washed his face. Fixed his hair. The hum of it; that beautiful Cajun English accent. He needed that voice around him all the time. To let it touch his ears once more.

"Vincent; darling, could you please hurry up in there? I need to take these curlers out of my hair."

Sighing, Vincent popped a couple pain killers that sat in the palm of his hand into his mouth. Filling a glass with water from the bathroom sink and swallowing the water and tablets in one large gulp. Placing the now empty glass on the sink before massaging his temples with his fingers. His head was killing him! Knowing it was from lack of sleep; as his hour listening to the man with the beautiful voice on the radio turned into three. Getting him in the bed for the night around 2 am.

It was now 6 am; he would need to be leaving for the office soon to start his work day around 7. Hearing the small knock on the bathroom door now; groaning when he heard Maggie call his name again.

"In a minute, doll." Vincent called back. Checking the dark bags under his eyes now. Hopefully his makeup assistant could cover them before he was in front of the cameras.

Maggie knocked again. This time only making the man in front of the mirror angry.

"MAGGIE! GIVE ME A GOD DAMN MINUTE!" Vincent yelled. Soon to hear the woman on the other side of the door give an audible shocked sound; making his heart drop when he heard it. Vincent wasn't one to rase his voice at Maggie. He would treat her like a precious gem, like an angel that was sent from the Heavens.

Opening the bathroom door, the red haired woman now with tears falling down her cheeks. Reaching out to her, only for her to flinch away at his touch.

"Doll, I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. I didn't get much sleep last night and my head is killing me." Vincent said, his voice soft as he reached out for her again. Cupping her cheek in his palm and wiping a stray tear.

"Don't you ever speak to me like that again! You understand?" Maggie said to him; melting into his touch.

"I promise. Will you forgive me?" Vincent asked, pressing his lips into her forehead and kissing her gently.

A smile grew onto the red heads face once the lips left her forehead. "I will if you get out of the bathroom so I can do my hair."

Nodding, Vincent stepped out of the way of the woman and let her enter the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

...........

It hadn't even been ten minutes since Vincent had walked into the building; he hadn't even had his first cup of coffee yet. Marching up to the set of cubicles that were in the room at the far end of the hall. His feet stopping him in front of one with a smaller man behind the desk.

"Tanner."

The small man nervously nodded before getting to his feet; a paper cup of coffee in his shaky hands. "Good morning, Mr. Cox! How can I assist you?"

A smile formed on his features. "Tanner, I happened to listen to that radio show you spoke about yesterday. I want that man here as my guest for next week. He's what the show has been looking for! Someone new, but with stories that can really draw another in!"

"Yes, sir! I knew you would like him!" Tanner smiled back at his boss. Placing his cup down on his desk before sitting in his seat. "I'll get right on it!"

"Wonderful! Give him a call once you find out more about him and offer him on the show for me, my good man!" Vincent told his employee, walking away from the cubicle as he spoke.

..........

"And that's the end of our show for this morning! Thank you all for tuning in on this sunny Thursday! I'm Vincent Cox and I hope to be seeing you tonight on my evening show! Until then!"

"And clear!"

The lights turned off and the cameras quit rolling. Shuffling the papers on the desk in front of him; Vincent picked up his coffee mug to finish off the last sip of his cold coffee before getting up from his seat. Moving past the busy crew that started to clean up his desk that he was once seated at. The television man made his way towards his office.

"Maggie, any calls for me?" He asked once he got to his secretary's desk. The pain from the headache he had earlier that morning coming back.

The red head nodded. "Yes, Tanner was able to find the number for the Radio Host. He gave him a call and the man said, 'I'm not interested in being on some ridiculous television show. Find someone else.' " Reading from a small bit of paper; handing it to her boss when she saw the panic look in his eyes.

Scanning the text on the paper in front of him, Vincent felt his stomach drop and his head hurt much worse now. "Get me that number! Stat!"

Storming off to his office, hearing Maggie pick up her phone and making a call before he slammed the door behind him. The nerves of that man! Who did he think HE was?! Did he know WHO he was turning down!? Not only would this be a great opportunity for his Late Night Show; but possibly a good one for the other's radio show! He could get more people to tune into his show as well! This man must not know what he was doing in turning him down. He must be...

The ringing of his phone brought him back to reality. Lifting the receiver to his ear, only to jot down a number on a piece of paper before hanging up the phone. Picking the receiver back up to his ear, Vincent dialed the number that he just wrote down seconds ago. Listening to the first ring, then the second, after the third; that voice that still hummed in his brain answered.

"Hello?"

Closing his eyes, Vincent took in a deep breath. How he wanted to just drown into the sound of this man's voice. Opening his eyes back up, he smiled into the receiver. "Hello, this is Vincent Cox! I am calling today to offer you to be a guest on my Late Night Show next week."

The man on the other line chuckled. "Oh? I guess you didn't receive my message! I told your good man that called me earlier that I have no interest in being on your silly little picture box show! Now, good day, sir!"

The other line went silent, only for the soft buzzing sound of the man to hang up. Slamming his receiver down in anger, Vincent clawed his fingers into his hair. Fighting the scream that wanted to rip from his throat. He couldn't let this man get away that easy! He NEEDED him for this!

Picking the receiver back up to his ear, Vincent slammed his fingers into each number he dialed. First ring, then second.

"Hell..."

"Don't hang up on me! Hear me out, please!"

"I'm listening. Vincent, was it?" The other spoke on his line.

The sound of his name on the other man's voice. It was bliss!

"You will be paid to come onto my show, plus travel and a place to stay while you are here. Hell, if you want meals each day, we can get that for you too! But I want you as my guest! Your...your stories are so interesting! They have you on the edge of your seat! Wanting more!"

"My, my. So needy aren't we?" The man said. Humming into the phone. "Alright, you've convinced me. What day do you need me there?"

Vincent felt his heart leap in his chest. "Sunday. As we like to have our guest here a day before we air. Just so we can get a run down of the show. So, we can fly you in on Saturday morning if you would like!"

"I would prefer to stay on the ground."

Laughing, Vincent leaded back into his chair. "What? Are you scared of heights or something?"

The man on the other line chuckled as well. "No, I just don't trust those metal flying tubes. I'll take the train."

"But that means you would have to leave tomorrow then!"

"I suppose you are right. Well then, make sure my ticket will be there for me in the morning. Will you be picking me up on Saturday?"

Laughing again, Vincent shook his head. Even though he knew the other couldn't see him. "No, my good man. Tanner; one of my men that called you this morning will be picking you up from the train station. I will have him call you again later on to go over what you need to know for the morning."

"Such a shame. With the way you seemed to beg me to be your guest; I would have assumed you would be receiving me. No matter. I guess I will be seeing you on Saturday, Vincent Cox."

...........

Vincent barely slept Friday night, tossing and turning as if he couldn't get comfortable. The thoughts of meeting the Radio Host the next morning made him just as excited as a child on Christmas night! What did he look like? It was hard to try and put a face with such a pure voice. Was he tall and blonde with large blue eyes? Or maybe he was older, with grey hair and a soft smile. The thought that the person behind the voice not looking as handsome and charming as he sounds bothered him. Sure; one shouldn't fall in love with a voice. It wasn't natural. But that voice. The way it made his whole body warm, like the feeling as if he was getting held by someone embrace. He wanted it to consume him whole. Vincent was obsessed!

Before his morning show started rolling, Vincent was informed by one of his men that Tanner had left to go retrieve the Radio Host from the train station. The man was almost here; in the same building as he was. The television man felt nervous; why did he feel so nervous!? It was just a guest! Vincent had many famous and popular people here before him. Why did this man make him feel so different?

Because of his nerves getting the best of his thoughts; the morning show felt like it took longer than the normal hour. Once the cameras had stopped rolling, Vincent felt like he needed a cigarette. Leaving the studio, he placed one between his lips, lighting it as he started down the hall to his office. No word of the Radio Host being in the building yet had been told to him. Hell, he hadn't even seen Tanner return or present durning filming his show. What if he didn't actually get on the train? What if he had played him?

Finishing the cigarette before he reached Maggie's desk; placing the used filter in one of the ashtrays near by. "Maggie, get me another cup of coffee. I'll be in my office if anyone needs me."

"Mr. Cox! Wait one moment! He's..." Maggie called out to her boss, stopping mid sentence when she watched him freeze in his steps after he opened his office door.

Seated at his desk sipping from a mug; one of HIS mugs, was a gentleman. Tall; even when he was sitting down, and thin; with tan skin and dark brown hair. Combed out of his face some, thick to the texture and looked to be held back with some product. Looking up from the newspaper he had been reading when he heard the door open, a set of thin framed glasses rested on the bridge of his nose; deep brown eyes looking Vincent way as he smiled.

"Ah, there you are! I was wondering when I was going to meet 'The Real Vincent Cox'!" The man said, his voice just as crisp and soothing as it sounded on the radio and telephone.

"What in the HELL are you doing in my office AND behind MY DESK?!" Vincent snapped, still standing outside his office door. His ears growing hot with anger.

The man chuckled, moving to his feet now and walking over to the fuming television man. "Temper! My apologies! The chair behind your desk just looked more comfortable than the other ones in here. And I didn't know how long I would be waiting."

Storming into his office, closing the door behind him now; Vincent made his way past the taller man to take a look at his desk. Nothing looked out of place; the only thing that was different was the open newspaper the other had been reading. Sighing a sigh of relief; Vincent took in a deep breath to collect himself before turning back around and looking at the other man in the room.

"Terribly sorry! Where are my manners? I just get a bit over protective of my personal belongings." Holding a hand out to the taller man, Vincent smiled. "Allow me to introduce myself properly; Vincent Cox; CEO and Front Man of Spirit Broadcasting."

The taller man took Vincent hand in his, shaking it for less than a couple seconds. "Alastor Hartfelt, Radio Host for 'Lost in New Orleans'. It's a pleasure to meet you in person, Vincent Cox." Smiling one of the most beautiful smiles Vincent had ever seen in his life.

Feeling a little flustered for some odd reason, Vincent tried to shake off the feeling by taking a seat behind his desk. Gesturing an offered hand to the chair across his deck to Alastor to take a seat in. Clearing his throat, the thought of another cigarette crossed his mind; only he didn't want to offend the other by lighting up one in his presents.

"So, how was your trip?" Vincent asked, mostly to get his mind off the nervous feeling he was getting when he was around the other.

"Oh, it was nice actually! Stunning private room, I would hate to know how much it actual cost!" Alastor said, leaning back in his chair some, taking another sip from the mug in his hand.

Grinning, Vincent shuffled some of the papers on his desk and started to fold the newspaper out of his way. "Well, you don't have to worry about that. All your expenses for the week will be taken care of! What ever you wish, I can get for you. No questions asked!"

"That is awfully kind of you, Mr. Cox!" The Radio Host said, placing his now empty mug on the edge of desk in front of him.

"You are my guest! I'm willing to only give you the best! And just call me Vincent; Mr. Cox sounds too formal!"

"Well, alright...Vincent." Alastor said, smiling again.

The way his name sounds on Alastor's voice! By god! This week might be the hardest week he has had since he started his Late Show!

..........

Both the men hadn't left the office for at least two hours; well, both did once to use the restrooms. Also, Maggie came in a couple times to refill each man's cups. Vincent's with coffee and Alastor's with black tea. Alastor spoke of how Maggie was a charming girl. Which Vincent agreed, stating how she was a doll and that he only had the best that worked for him!

Discussing the plans of what would be talked about on the up coming show for next week; the men spoke mostly about what Alastor had been chatting on his Radio Show in the past month. A story about how there was a mysterious murderer that had been roaming around New Orleans for the past 15 years! The person had never been caught! No one was able to find out who it was. It felt like a modern day Jack the Riper from the sounds of it! This story would really draw his viewers in! It was hot! It was something new!

Finishing his cup of coffee, Vincent grinned over at the man seated across from him. He liked his personality, it was so warm and comforting! Looking at the clock on the wall over his office door, he could see it was about lunch time. He had a couple meetings to get through today. After those he was free for the rest of the night; as he didn't do his Late Night show on the weekends. Also, he had a feeling Alastor would want to see his hotel room for the week and maybe get some rest after a long travel.

"Let me take you to dinner tonight. My treat." Vincent said with a smile at the other.

"Oh? Do you often take your guest to dinner after you first meet?" Alastor asked, placing his empty mug back on the desk as well.

Chucking, Vincent shook his head. "Not normally. But I want to chat more with you before we have our first show on Monday. I enjoy your presents."

"Very well." Alastor rose to his feet, Vincent following suit. "Only if it doesn't interfere with my broadcasting time tonight."

"Wonderful! I'll pick you up at 6:30!" Vincent said, leading the Radio Host out of his office. Smiling at him again before they parted ways.

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In Fairy Tails, there would be stories of falling in love at first sight. Only, love seemed to be more of a fairy tail to most; as lust always seemed to take over. One's mind wanted to be held, to be kissed and sometimes it wanted to be fucked. Vincent didn't know what he was doing standing outside the tall hotel building waiting for a man that he just met! This was his Late Night guest! Honestly, invited the man for dinner that wasn't work related; also alone, was extreme inappropriate! Well, he had done the same to Maggie two years ago. The night ended with them fucking in his apartment. But Alastor; he was much different than Maggie, he was a fucking guy for crying out loud! He wasn't into men! Never saw them that way! EVER!

"Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long!"

Vincent's eyes turned to look behind him; his heart doing a flip when he saw the other man before him. Fucking shit! He was doomed! Dressed in a burgundy colored suit with a matching bowtie; brown hair slicked back and a smile that made his knees weak when he saw it.

Swallowing his nerves, Vincent shook his head at the other. "You didn't. I just got here a moment ago." Adjusting his buttons on his own suit; which was a dark blue with golden buttons. "The restaurant is just a couple blocks away. I felt we could walk."

Alastor nodded, following beside Vincent as they walked away from the hotel. At times, Vincent found himself looking over at Alastor as they inched closer to the restaurant. They were just two men getting dinner, maybe chat some about what they planned to do for the show. It wasn't a date! At least, Vincent kept telling himself that.

Entering the restaurant, which was crowed; it being a Saturday night and all. Vincent gave his name to the hostess up front; then to be seated at a table for two, seconds later. One of the perks Vincent had with his career, he never had to wait for a table at a restaurant; no mater how busy! Ordering a bottle of wine for the table once their server came by to hand them their menus.

The server brought their wine out; a red that was bottled in 1948. Pouring each man a glass and leaving the bottle on ice beside their table. Taking each of their orders while he was at it.

"I will take the lamb with the mint sauce; with the salad on the side." Vincent told the server, while handing his menu back.

"And I will have your best cut steak; rare, my good man." Alastor said, offering his menu back as well.

Once the server was out of ear shot, Vincent picked up his glass of wine; taking a sip from it. His eyes watching the one across from him straighten the many forks that were in front of him. "Ever been to a restaurant like this before?"

Alastor chuckled. "I'm afraid I haven't. I didn't realize that this many forks were necessary..."

Grinning back at the other man. "Honestly, they are just for show. I always just pick one that feels more comfortable." Vincent said, taking another sip of his wine.

The Radio Host nodded, picking up his glass of wine; swirling it in this glass before taking a sip. "So, tell me, Vincent. Did you grow up wealthy?"

Vincent laughed. "Of course not! I mean; I wasn't dirt poor, but I wasn't crazy rich as a kid. My parents were immigrants from Iceland. My family and myself have worked hard to get where we are in life! I did all this myself!"

Chucking under his breath, Alastor took another sip of his wine before putting the glass back on the table. "And I can see you are very proud of it!"

"You bet as Hell I am! I've worked my damn ass to get where I am in life!" Vincent spoke, his voice felt like it was booming from his chest. He loved his job and his company. It was his prized possession!

Finishing his glass of wine; Vincent picked up the bottle, filling himself another glass and topping Alastor's off as well. "What about you? What is your story?"

Alastor smiled, picking up his now full glass again. "Oh, nothing too exciting as your life. Had my horrible father that died when I was young and then my mother who was an angel! I've been on my own after she passed, the radio show keeping me company."

"What? No friends?"

Alastor laughed. "Of course I have friends! I have a couple I keep close. I'm just not one to have too many people in my life. I'm not much of a people person."

"So, I suppose you just stick with the best?"

Alastor hummed. "I guess you could say that."

The server arrived at their table, placing both of their dishes in front of them. Placing a napkin in his lap, Vincent started to cutting his lamb; only his eyes wondering to look at Alastor as he cut up his steak. It looking very red in color!

"I don't think they cooked it all the way. Let me send it back." Vincent said as he started to hold his hand up to call the server back over.

The other man chuckled, reaching across the table to put Vincent's hand down. "No, it's suppose to look like that. Have you never had a rare steak before?"

Feeling sheepish, Vincent shook his head. "I can't say I have."

"It's more softer, melts in your mouth like butter. Here, give it a try!"

He's cheeks grew pink at the next thing that happened, his eyes watching as Alastor put a cut of steak on HIS OWN fork and offered it to Vincent! Leaning across the table for the other to take. Swallowing hard, Vincent leaned across the table as well, letting Alastor feed him the steak off his fork. Fixing himself back down in his chair, Vincent could feel his cheeks were warm and his heart beating in his ears. What the Hell was that!?

"So, what do you think?"

Looking back across the table at Alastor; who didn't look the least bit bothered in what had happened. Swallowing the steak in his mouth, Vincent gave a nod. "Just melts like butter..."

.........

After he paid the bill, Vincent offered to walk Alastor back to the hotel. Once they were in front of the tall building, Alastor turned to leave; only to turn back at Vincent. "I have my radio show in about 30 minutes. Would you like to join me?"

Oh! This was moving so fast! What should he SAY?! What should he DO?! What if he went up there and something happened? Did he want something to happen? Maybe? Even thought Vincent's thoughts were battling in his brain, he smiled at Alastor. "I would love to!"

Alastor smiled back Vincent's way, leading them both into the hotel building and into the elevator, up to the 6th floor. Fumbling in his pants pocket for the key once they stood in front of the room door, Alastor unlocked it and entered in first. Turning on the lamps as he did. Once entering the room, Vincent smiled to himself at how it looked. It was a suite, the first room having two sofa and a desk; on the opposite side was the bedroom with an attached bath. Yes, it was a bit large for just one person; but Vincent was always one to give his guest the best and most expensive room in the building!

Once fully into the living room, Vincent spotted a really old looking radio set up on the desk. It looked like something that was used back in war times; antennas sticking up this way and that. In the middle of the table set a microphone; which looked much newer than the rest of the equipment. Eyeing the set up, only to look back up when Alastor came back into the room; suit coat removed and bowtie.

"Make yourself comfortable; this normally last me about an hour." Alastor said, walking over to the desk now and turning on some switches in front of him.

"You know; while you're here, I can get you a recording studio to use. Would have more up to date equipment than what you are working with now." Vincent said, watching Alastor plug in a set of headphones.

"I'm perfectly fine with what I have. Thanks for the offer, my good man! But, I'm more comfortable with using the equipment I brought with me." The Radio Host said with a smile. placing the headphones over his ears now; testing the connection some.

"If you insist." Vincent took a seat down on the sofa near by. Watching the other man work with his ancient equipment. Humming to himself for a bit, Vincent got back to his feet and walked over to the phone in the room. "I'm going to order a bottle of wine. Would you like anything?"

"The wine will be fine, thank you." Alastor called back from his desk.

Pressing his fingers into the buttons on the phone before putting the receiver to his ear, Vincent turned to look back at Alastor. God, he was fucking beautiful! How did he get so lucky to be able to be in the same room as him? Let alone have him as a guest on his show! This was bad! He was feeling something different each time he looked at this man!

About five minutes after he has gotten on the phone, a bottle of red wine, ice bucket and two glasses were at the door. Thanking the bellhop that brought the room service, Vincent tipped him a $20 before closing the door and making his way over to the sofa. Opening the wine, he poured two glasses full; placing one on the desk in front of Alastor. The other man smiled and thanked him before taking a sip. Picking up his microphone, Alastor told Vincent he would need to be quiet for the next hour as he was about to go on the air.

Seating back into the sofa, sipping from his glass of wine, Vincent listened to the man on the radio begin.

"Good evening, listeners! Tonight, I'm not in my normal set up. I'm broadcasting from Chicago. Let's just say, this old radio host has something new this coming week. I'll explain more about it on tomorrow's broadcast. Until then, welcome! I hope you have been doing well on this fine evening. I am Alastor, your host for tonight. Why don't we dive back into the story we left off on last night, shall we?"

.............

If Vincent thought listening to Alastor on the radio was breathtaking; he would have never thought that listening to him broadcast live in his present would have been any different. BY GOD! He was wrong! It was like a drug! Vincent wanted more of his voice! It made him feel like he was floating on air! Plus, the wine in his system wasn't helping the weird feeling like he was aroused. With his eyes closed, Vincent opened them slightly to look over at Alastor. Humming to himself as he sipped more of the wine in his glass. Which he had noticed he had drank most of the bottle.

"And with that, I wish you all a good night! Speak with you again tomorrow, listeners!"

The sound of switches being turned off could be heard now, giving Vincent the sign to try and clean himself up some. As he had made a bit of a sloppy mess of himself melting into the sofa. Sitting up and placing this empty glass on the coffee table in front of him. He watched as Alastor took off his headphones, sitting them down on the desk.

"How was that?"

"Absolute, incredible!" Vincent said, rising to his feet now and walking over to Alastor as he rose from his chair as well.

Alastor chuckled. "You're honestly the first person that has ever sat in on one of my broadcasts. Normally I'm all alone in my house when I do them."

"Well, don't I feel special!" Vincent said, standing in front of Alastor now; smiling. Moving in closer than he was before.

Alastor smiling too, only for it to fad when he started to notice Vincent face moving closer to his. "Vincent, what are you doing?" Stepping back some from the other.

Coming back to reality, not realizing what he was doing, Vincent stepped back from Alastor. His face warm in a blush, turning away from the other. "Shit! Alastor, I'm sorry! I think the wine is getting to me!" He fucked up! GREAT FUCKIN JOB, MORON!

"Yes...it seems you did have a lot of it..." Alastor spoke. His voice sounding different than normal. Almost as if he was uncomfortable.

How could he think this was okay!? They were both men! This was all so unnatural! What was wrong with him!?

"Vincent?"

Vincent looked back over at Alastor, he knew he should just go. The man would most likely cancel the show with him and he would be fucked for the rest of the week.

"Do you want to kiss me?"

Bitting his bottom lip, the television man nodded. "Yes...god, yes!"

"Well, go ahead."

Stepping closer to the radio host, Vincent started to feel nervous all of a sudden. Placing his hand under the other's chin, the television man closed his blue eyes; pressing his lips gently to the man's in front of him. It started out as a small peck, only to soon turn into a deeper kiss as Alastor snaked his arms around Vincent's neck. The air around them felt warm, kissing each other with passion. Moving his free hand down Alastor's back, gripping hold of the man's hips as he pulled them into his; growing hard as their kiss progressed.

Alastor removed his arms from around Vincent's neck, pushing his hands lightly into the other's chest; parting their lips. "That's enough for tonight..." The radio host's cheeks red in a blush and lips bruised.

His own checks warm as well, Vincent stepped back from the other. "Yes, my apologies..."

Smiling, Alastor shook his head. "There is no need to apologize; I did enjoy that. But I don't think we need to go any further tonight."

Vincent nodded, excusing himself to the bathroom. Closing the door behind him, the man turned on the sink; splashing some water on his face. What the fuck did he just do!? He kissed Alastor! His guest! A FUCKIN MAN! This was bad! He'd never had feelings for a man before! He couldn't let anyone know! It would ruin him!

Walking out of the bathroom, Vincent spotted Alastor putting the wine bottle and glasses outside the door of the room. The other man turning to look back at him when Vincent enter the living room again.

"Do you normally kiss your guest?" Alastor asked; moving close to Vincent again.

Chuckling, Vincent shook his head. "You're my first..."

Alastor grinned, reaching to tighten Vincent's tie. "I think you should head home now. It is getting late."

Looking at the clock near by, seeing it was after midnight; he did have the show in the morning. "Yeah..."

Leading the confused television man to the door, Alastor wished him goodnight and that he would see him at the studio tomorrow. Hopping into a cab in front of the hotel, Vincent soon found himself stand in front of his apartment door. Unsure of how he had gotten there. Stepping in the shower before he put himself to bed, Maggie already asleep on her side. As he laid there, his mind was racing! Was he a fuckin queer!?

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The alarm clock on the nightstand buzzed. His hand reached over to turn it off; turning to lay on the opposite of the bed away from the nightstand. Spotting that Maggie was already up and in the attached bathroom. Sighing, the memories from the night before came rushing back to him. What was his mind thinking?! Did the alcohol really take over his actions? Or was it really how he felt? That couldn't be it! His whole life he had been attracted to women! Feeling any attraction for a man wasn't normal! It was frowned upon! But, why did Alastor make him feel this way? Why did his smile make his legs feel like jello? Why! WHY!

Groaning, Vincent turned on his back; his blue eyes looking up at the ceiling. He had to fix this! He had to remind himself that last night wasn't real and the feeling he had were just from the alcohol. He couldn't be a queer! He enjoyed women! Right?

Vincent pulled the covers off himself and started for the closed bathroom door; giving it a soft knock. The door soon opened, Maggie still in her nightgown; some of the curlers out of her red hair already.

"Do you need something, sugar?" She asked; only to be taken off guard when Vincent pushed open the door more and trapped her into a deep kiss. The kiss felt different than he had felt before with Maggie. As if he was trying to force himself to enjoy it.

Pushing her small frame against the bathroom sink, his hand sliding up her nightgown and gripping onto her bare hip. Maggie whimpered into the kiss, moving her lips away from his, before his other hand took hold of her chin and forced her lips back to his.

Fighting her chin away from his grip and moving her lips again. "Vincent! What on Earth!" Maggie said, trying to now fight her body from being trapped by his.

"Please, Maggie...remember we used to fuck before work when we first moved in together?" Vincent said, his lips moving to kiss the side of her jaw now.

"We are going to be late, Vincent..."

"Maggie...please. We will be quick." Vincent felt like he was begging; why did he need this? Just to prove that he wasn't a queer? Maybe. But he couldn't tell Maggie that.

"Alright..."

Kissing her lips again, Vincent moved the hand that was on her hip in between her legs. Brushing a finger between her wet folds before pushing it inside her opening. Maggie moaned against his lips; standing up on her toes some as she let his finger move in and out of her vagina. Adding a second finger, Vincent started to notice that he wasn't getting as hard as he normally would when he would encourage sex. Something was wrong. Pushing his fingers in deeper; Maggie moaning more loudly, only that wasn't doing it for him either!

Removing his fingers from Maggie, Vincent pulled off his pajama pants; his dick semi harder than it was a moment ago. Reaching around the red head, Vincent opened the medicine cabinet behind her. Taking a condom out of a box that was on the shelf, shutting the cabinet before turning Maggie around to face the sink. Watching her bend her back forward; biting his bottom lip as he went to opening the condom wrapper and sliding the rubber on his dick. Positioning his dick to line up with her opening, gently pushing himself inside.

Maggie's sounds of pleasure filled the bathroom as Vincent started to thrust in and out of her warm opening. It felt nice, yes; but something was missing. Why did it feel different than before? Why wasn't he getting off to this like he once did? Closing his eyes, he tried to concentrate on the woman he was fucking. He wanted this. He wanted to like this. He liked to fuck Maggie. Maggie was warm, she was tight, she made beautiful noises.

Gripping on to her hips, Vincent pounded more into the red head; bitting his bottom lip until he started to taste blood. He needed to enjoy this! He wasn't a queer! He wasn't a queer!

"Vincent! Slow down! It's staring to hurt!" Maggie said between thrust.

Her words didn't hit his ears, as he didn't stop; grunting while he kept pounding harder.

"Vincent!"

Her voice hit him like a bomb went off! As he pulled out of her and walked out of the bathroom. Taking a seat down on the bed, he covered his face in his hands. Feeling ashamed.

"Darling, are you okay?"

Removing his hands from his face, Vincent sighed. His blue eyes looking up at the woman in front of him. "I'm so sorry, doll. I guess I just got too worked up into it. I never meant to hurt you."

"Here, let me finish. Just relax."

Maggie climbed into his lap; straddling herself over his legs, sliding his dick back into her warm vagina. Breathing in deeply, Vincent closed his eyes as he felt the red head ride up and down on him. He didn't touch her; scared that if he did it would send his brain spiraling again. She rode him for a couple more minutes; soft noises slipping past her lips. Soon he came; but even that didn't feel as normal, it felt just as forced. What was wrong with him?!

.........

A large puff of smoke filled the room as Vincent exhaled the last bit of his cigarette from his lungs. Smashing the finished filter into the ashtray that sat on his desk. This had been his second one that morning. One before his Morning Show and the second once he had taken a seat behind his office desk. It wasn't normal for the television man to have this many cigarettes before noon. Unfortunately, it seems to be the only thing that could numb the itching thought in his brain. The thoughts of his guest. Alastor. Fuck! He couldn't have these thoughts! It wasn't right! Men shouldn't have these feelings for another man!

The phone on his desk rang, pulling Vincent out of his thoughts. Seeing that it was Maggie calling; the small red light turning on by the secretary line. "Yes?" He spoke into the receiver, holding it against his ear.

"Mr. Cox; Mr. Hartfelt is here." Maggie spoke on the other line.

"Send him in." Vincent said before hanging up the phone.

Five seconds after the receiver left his hand, he heard a soft knock on the door before it soon open. Pretending to be looking at the papers in front of him; Vincent turned his blue eyes to look up at the taller man entering his office. That beautiful smile already on his features when his own brown eyes met Vincent's.

"Good morning, Vincent!" The taller man said, stepping more into the office.

"Yes. Good Morning, Alastor. Please, close the door behind you and take a seat." Vincent spoke, picking up his mug of coffee and taking a sip. His eyes looking away from the other in the room and back at the papers in front of him. Hearing the other move across the room and take a seat in the chair that sat in front of his desk. The television man could feel his stomach turning, as if it was full of butterflies.

Clearing his throat, not taking his eyes off one of the papers; as if he was frightened to look at the one seating across from him. "Sleep well?" He asked, taking another sip of his coffee before sitting the mug back down.

"Oh yes! Bed was extremely comfortable!" Alastor spoke. Vincent could hear the smile in his voice. God, he wanted to look up so badly, just drown in the beauty of it.

"Good, good. Alastor; we need to talk..." Vincent said, finally looking up from the papers in front of him. His heart beating in his ears once his eyes met the brown ones. "What happened last night...I was drunk, I don't know what came over me...it was extremely unprofessional of me to do what I did...it can't happen again..."

Alastor smiled, crossing one of his legs over the other. "Not to worry, my good man! Things happen! Alcohol can have it ways on one's sense of judgment!"

"But, it can't happen again, Alastor! I...it's not normal!"

"Kissing is perfectly normal, Mr. Cox." said Alastor.

"I...I don't know what people do in New Orleans...but...men...a man kissing another man isn't normal here, Alastor!" Vincent felt his ears growing hot.

Chuckling, Alastor rose from his seat, leaning over the desk; his face inches from Vincent's. "I don't know what is considered normal in New Orleans, Vincent Cox. As I, for one, don't spend much time with the people there. But I must say, I got the taste of something last night that I have never had before. And when you say it CAN'T happen again, are you meaning you DON'T want it to happen again?"

The air between them felt hotter now, losing control to what was actually happening; Vincent's hands reached out to the taller man in front of him. Grabbing hold of the collar to his white button up shirt; leaning the man more over his desk and crashing his lips into the other's. The kiss was rough, messy; oh, but by god! It was everything his aching heart wanted in that moment!

Breaking his lips away from the other's, Vincent breathed in a shaky breath of air. His heart pounding in his ears, his eyes looking across at the other man. A chuckle slipping past his lips once Vincent let go of his collar.

"Well, I guess that answers my question!" Alastor grinned, straightening his collar before taking a seat back in his chair.

Leaning back into his chair once the world finally started to slow down, his hands reaching for his hair now. Vincent's fingers gripping onto the locks as he fought with his thoughts.

"Oh, come now! You're acting like you've never had feeling for another person before!" Alastor spoke, crossing his legs again and smiling more at the troubled man behind the desk.

"This will ruin me! I can't be a queer! You know what they do to queers, Alastor?!" Vincent said, moving his hands away from this hair. Reaching in his coat pocket for a cigarette again, placing one between his lips before lighting it with a match.

"Well." Alastor rose from his seat now, walking over to the window beside Vincent's desk and opening it a bit. "The last time I checked, we aren't at war and Nazi Germany doesn't exist anymore."

"But still!" Taking a drag of his cigarette before blowing out the smoke. "I could lose my company! My shows!"

"Calm down, will you!" Stepping closer to the television man, Alastor took the cigarette from between his fingers. Taking a drag of it before handing it back to the other. "No one is going to find out if you learn how to keep that mouth of yours shut!"

.........

Eventually, Vincent calmed down and Alastor spoke of how they needed to keep everything professional for the time being. Mostly when they were around others. If Vincent wanted to keep his feelings in order, he would have to learn now to control them. To be reminded that Alastor was just his guest for the week and that when not alone, they would remain as that. Just, this feeling was something new; it kind of reminded Vincent of back when he was a child and had his first crush on a girl in his class. Even though he really liked her, he had to still act like he didn't see her as anything different than the other girls in the class. He hadn't felt this feeling in a while; he never felt it with Maggie. But then again, him and Maggie's relationship was different. Maggie was, well; she was just his doll. Nothing more. But Alastor; the way he felt like he couldn't breathe when he was around him. It was a different feeling.

Leading the radio host into one of his studios, Vincent spoke to him as they walked into the room about how the recording would go on Monday night.

"So, I will be seated behind my desk right here and after I finish my segment of any news that has happened during the day. I will announce to the cameras to welcome, you; my guest. During that time, you will walk from behind the curtain right there." Vincent pointed to the white curtain of the left of the studio. "I will rise from my seat, step from behind the desk, shake your hand and offer you to sit in the chair beside me."

Looking at the radio host beside him after he finished explaining how the show would go, the other's face looking to be a bit confused.

"Do you want to do a quick run down of it?"

"Actually, yes. I forget how planned out these...television programs are." Alastor said, his brown eyes looking around the studio, them looking more skeptical now.

Chuckling, Vincent nodded. "Okay. I'm going to sit behind my desk and you go stand by the curtain."

Moving to sit in the chair behind the black desk, Vincent watched as Alastor walked over to the curtain. Stopping in his steps as he waited for his name to be called.

"Alright everyone, tonight I have a special guest joining us this week." Vincent's voice boomed across the studio; his eyes looking at the camera as if it was rolling. "All the way from New Orleans; the Radio Host for 'Lost in New Orleans'; please welcome, Alastor Heartfelt!"

Smiling as he watched Alastor start across the stage after his name was called, Vincent rose from his seat from behind his desk, walking in front of it and met Alastor by it. Taking his hand in his and giving it a shake before patting his other hand on the radio host's shoulder and offering the seat behind him. Once both were seating in their designated seat; Vincent grinned over at Alastor as he watched the other man sigh.

"And that's it!" Vincent said, rising from his chair behind the desk. "Simple enough!" His eyes watching Alastor staring at one of the cameras in front of them. Frozen, as if he was scared to move, or even blink.

"You okay?"

Alastor closed his eyes and shook his head for a second. Rising from his seat now. "Yes, perfectly fine, my good man."

"We can practice again if you want..." Vincent suggested.

"No, that won't be necessary! I'm just quiet new to all this is all. I don't partake in watching television, so this..."

"Wait one second!" The television man cutting Alastor off. "YOU don't watch TELEVISION!?"

"As a matter of fact. No, I don't care for those silly little picture boxes!"

Laughing, Vincent shook his head. "Well, honestly I shouldn't be surprised! Just looking at how you dress and speak!"

"And what is wrong with the way I dress?" Crossing his arms across his chest now.

Looking at the man in front of him, he wore a white button up shirt, a red vest and brown slacks. Plus a black bowtie and brown leather suspenders that poked out a bit from under the vest. He was handsome; dressed very sharp, but god! Vincent loved to see how it made Alastor 'bend out of shape' when he was being picked on. "I think my grandfather called for his wardrobe back."

Scrunching his face, as if he was trying to hide his laughter; Alastor started towards the exit of the studio. "Are we done here?"

"Well, if you think you are ready for tomorrow night. Then, yes; we are done here."

"Well then, would you like to join me for lunch?" Stopping at the door; Alastor watched as Vincent nodded his way and followed the other out of the studio.

.................

They made their way over to a small deli that was about a couple blocks away from the studio. Vincent had passed the deli many of times in the past; but never stepped foot into it. The radio host spoke of how he had pasted it on his walk to the studio that morning. Only for Vincent to argue with him with asking why he didn't take the cab he had booked for the host! Just for Alastor to argue back that it was only a five block walk. And! If he hadn't walked that morning, he wouldn't have stubbled upon this deli and they wouldn't be enjoying the scrumptious pastrami sandwiches in front of them!

The rest of Vincent's day was free, as he didn't do his Late Night show on the weekends. He planned to just head back to his office and look over and plan some meets he had later in the week; until Alastor offered for him to come back to his hotel room after they finished their lunch. Vincent felt he should deny the offer; mostly because they were trying to stay professional. Only, he enjoyed his time with Alastor. Nothing would happen. They were just two business men hanging out. Getting to know one another better before their shows this week. Yeah! That's it! God! Why was he lying to himself!? He knew how he just wanted to devour Alastor! Pin him to the bed and do...stuff? FUCK! He didn't know how men actually did anything sexual! It's not like he had ever gone down that rabbit hole before and thought any of this up! Where did your dick go?

"You seem to have a lot on your mind, hmm?"

Breaking out of his spiral, Vincent blushed; as he had been staring at the side of Alastor's mouth while the other was going on about...something? He couldn't even remember what the other has been talking about! FUCK! This was embarrassing!

Sitting on the sofa in the hotel room, Alastor on the other sofa across from him; stretched out with his feet propped up, shoes removed and bow tie untied and hanging loosely from the collar. The man had made himself comfortable as if he was alone in his own home with no one else around. All the while, Vincent still was in his suit coat and tie; shoes still on his feet, sitting up as if he didn't know the word relax.

Alastor chuckled, propping his head up on his hand while his elbow pressed into the sofa. He hummed. Which of course made Vincent release he was still staring at the man.

Shaking his head, the television man felt his cheeks grow more hot. "Yes! Fuck! Sorry. I admit...my mind was spiraling..."

"Hmm. What about?" Alastor asked, his voice so calm. So welcoming!

"Fuck, Alastor! I...I don't know! You make me nervous!"

Chuckling again, Alastor turned to lay on his back, head pressed into the decorative pillow. "You're not the first person to tell me that."

"Why? Do you have others swoon over you often?!"

"Not quite. You know that person I talk about in my radio show?"

"Yeah." Vincent said; feeling his hands grow sweaty, wiping them on his pant legs. "The one that hasn't been found? Been murdering for years?"

Alastor hummed. Not saying anything, his brown eyes looking back over at Vincent; a soft smile on his lips.

"What? Are you saying you are him?"

Laughing now, Alastor sat up on the sofa. "I didn't say I was! No, no; people have said that story makes them nervous. Because, what if that person was someone they knew very well. And they were just right under their noses the whole time!"

Vincent laughed, nervously. "Okay, good. You made me think I was in the room with a murder!"

Chuckling, Alastor rose to his feet; walking over to Vincent now and sitting beside him. "Not to worry, my good man! You're safe for now."

Once Alastor was beside him, Vincent felt he couldn't keep his hands off the other. His fingers soon finding a way under the other man's chin and pulling his face closer to his. Kissing his lips gentle at first; while his other hand cupped the back of the radio host's head. His fingers gripping into the soft curly locks of hair. Before he knew it, Alastor was soon in his lap; straddling his legs. Bitting down onto the other's bottom lip between kisses, his blue eyes looking up at the brown ones that looked down at him; a soft noise coming from the radio host's throat.

"Vincent...what happened to keeping things professional?" Alastor asked, their lips moving away from each others for a moment.

"Well, no one else is here. Do you want me to stop?"

"No. Just, let's not rush into things."

Smiling at Alastor, Vincent pressed his lips to the other's; soft and gently. "Sure thing; I honestly don't know what I'm doing anyway."

Alastor smiled behind the kiss. "Well, if we want to make things more awkward; your the first person I've actual kissed..."

"Wait! Are you a virgin?!"

"I never said I was!" Alastor laughing now; pressing his forehead against the television man's.

"So, you're telling me that last night was your first kiss, ever!" Vincent said, his hands moving down Alastor's back; bring the other man's hips closer to his. Feeling a bit of tightness in his pants from his arousal.

Watching a blush creep on Alastor's cheeks now. "Well, if you want to count the one I had as a child from this girl behind the school house. But I didn't really want to do it and she just pressured me to kiss her because...well, kids are weird at that age."

Laughing, Vincent shook his head. "God! You're fucking adorable!" Bring his lips back against the other man's. He could get by with kissing for now, it was nice and just the taste of Alastor's mouth made him want more. If only he could control the feeling he would get in his lower stomach to calm down for a bit. As that question still popped into his head. Where did his dick go?!

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"And did you see those Brooklyn Dodgers on Saturday night! Completely crushing the Braves 5 to 2! Let me tell ya, seeing them Dodgers finish their season with a win like that!"

Seated behind his black desk, the bright lights shinning down from overhead; Vincent smiled his award winning smile into the camera in front of him. Here it was, Monday September 14th, the first Late Night Show of the week! The day he finally brought his new guest to the stage! Fuck! He was excited! The ratings were going to sky rocket with this new face! It would be good for the Radio Host as well! Bringing more people to listen to his show! At least, if there WAS still people that listened to radio anymore!

"Now, friends! Let's take a short break to hear from our sponsors! But when we get back; I'm excited to introduce you all to this week's guest!" Vincent spoke into the camera. Soon for his smile to drop after he heard the camera make a click; indicating that it was on stay-by.

"Five minute break, everyone!"

Scooting back from his chair some, allow his make-up assistant some space to stand in front of him to dust some powder on his face. Closing his eyes as the puff danced over his forehead and cheeks. Opening his eyes, he watched as the assistant walked away and Tanner came running up to his desk.

"Mr. Cox! I can't find your guest!"

Jumping from his seat; seeing he had less than four minutes until they were live again. "For FUCK SAKES, Tanner! You had ONE FUCKING JOB!"

"My apologies, Mr, Cox...he was waiting in the green room and then when I sent to go collect him just now...he was gone..." Tanner nervously spoke, his hands holding up his clip board more closely to his face. As if he was trying to hide behind it.

"Out of my fucking way!" Storming past the smaller assistant, Vincent stormed out of the studio. He was seeing red! Where in the fuck could his guest have gone?! Did he leave the building? Flake out on him!

Turning the corner, only to stop in his steps when he saw his office door open some. Taking in a deep breath; mostly to calm his nerve, Vincent stopped in front of the door. Pushing it open more, he saw him. Sitting in the dark room behind his desk; the only light coming from the opened window and the embers on the burning cigarette between the other man's long fingers. Alastor turned his head to look at the television man, blowing smoke out of his nose.

"Ah. I see you've found me..."

"Alastor, we have less than three minutes until we are live!" Vincent spoke, trying to keep his voice calm. Even thought he knew he could pop at any moment!

Alastor chuckled, taking another drag of the cigarette. "I can't do it, Vincent."

"The fuck!?"

Blowing the smoke into the air, Alastor chuckled again. "This face wasn't made for television, Mr. Cox. No one has ever seen me. My audience only knows my voice. I wish to keep it as such."

"Alastor! You can't fucking do this to me! What is it?! Do you have stage fright or something?!" Vincent stormed over to the man, standing in front of him now. His hands gripping onto his shoulders.

Chuckling again, Alastor handed the cigarette to the Vincent. " I think you need this more than I do right now."

Removing his hands, Vincent took the lit cigarette from the other; taking in a deep drag before passing it back. Only for Alastor to hold up his hand in protest.

"Is it stage fright?" Vincent asked, his voice more calmer once the tobacco started to hit his brain. Taking another deep drag of the cigarette; finishing it off and putting it out in the ashtray on his desk.

Nodding, Alastor leaned back into the office chair. "Yeah. I guess that's what it is." Chuckling, the Radio Host looked out the window. "I thought I could just hide...but then I knew you would search the whole city to find me..."

Walking to the other side of his desk, Vincent opened up one of the drawers; picking up a small tube and handing it over Alastor. "Here, try this."

Looking at the plastic tube in the television man's hand, looking confused by it before taking it. "What's this?"

"Benzedrine."

"But I don't have a cold or anything..."

"Alastor! Trust me! Just take a strong whiff of it." Taking the tube back from the Radio Host, Vincent unscrewed the cap off. Holding the solid white substance under Alastor's nose. The smell enough made the other jump back some.

"I'm not sure..."

"ALASTOR! WE HAVE LESS THEN TWO MINUTES!" Vincent spat at him. Bringing the tube to his own nose now and taking a strong deep breath of it. "Please, Alastor! I...I need you for this! It's not going to hurt you. Just make you a little bit more relaxed."

Sighing, Alastor nodded; allowing Vincent to put the tube back under his nose again. Taking in a really deep breath of the substance; coughing a little afterwords.

"You ready?" Vincent asked, watching the Radio Host sniff his nose some after the tube was removed.

Nodding again at the television host, Alastor got to his feet; following the other out of the office.

..........

"So, Alastor; in your recent broadcasts you have been talking about this one individual that has never been found?" Vincent spoke to the camera in front of them, his blue eyes looking from it to back at the taller man seated beside him.

So far everything had been going well! Alastor walked out onto the stage once his name was call, shook Vincent's hand and took a seat beside the desk. Just like they had practiced the day before. Vincent still had the Benzedrine tube in his coat pocket; just incase Alastor needed to take a hit between breaks. It did help with numbing the brain; made you feel a bit more relaxed and high. One of his past guest had told him about it. Soon to find that it was a popular drug that most people would use.

Alastor smiled at Vincent before nodding. "Oh yes! This individual is one of my top talked about cases!"

"Tell me; how can one go on for years of murders and never get caught?"

"Well, you see; this particular individual is smart! They know just how to by pass the crime. Keeping it clean of anything that could give them away. When it comes to murders and getting away with it; you have to know what you are up against. How to avoid making any careless mistakes." Alastor spoke, his voice soothing to one's ears.

"Is that how most murderers get caught? Careless mistakes?"

"Oh yes! Absolutely! Most just go right into it. See, you need to have a plan! Don't leave anything behind. It's things like that that can make the individual caught in no time!"

"There is one thing about this individual that makes him different from other's; he normally only leaves the heads or the head is always separated from the body. The ones that don't have a body; what do you think happens to it?"

Alastor laughed. "Oh, Mr. Cox! That's what makes him so unique and interesting! It's one of then reason why I keep going back to him! Maybe one day we will find out more about what he actually does to them!"

Laughing as well, Vincent nodded. "Thank you so much for being the guest for my show this week, Alastor! We can't wait to hear more about your stories!"

"The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Cox!" Alastor said with a smile.

Nodding to the Radio Host before looking back at the camera; Vincent smiled. "Thank you again for turning in for tonights show! See you back here again tomorrow night! Goodnight!"

"And clear!"

The sound of the cameras around them switched off and the crew started to clean up. Rising from his seat behind the desk, Vincent smiled at Alastor; the other man rising from his seat as well. Offering the Radio Host to walk in front of him, Vincent followed behind. Leaning close to Alastor ear once they started out of the studio. "Meet me in my office in five minutes. Close the door."

Walking the opposite direction away from the other man, Vincent looked over his shoulder for a brief second to see Alastor look a bit confused. Smiling back, Vincent started to his office, closing the door behind him; all the adrenaline rushing to his thoughts. What the FUCK did he just do?! He just invited Alastor back to his office like he would with Maggie when they first started messing around! FUCK! This was bad! What was his mind thinking he was going to do!? It wasn't his fault that his thoughts had went to his dick the whole time the show was filming! Feeling hard the whole time Alastor and him talked. It had to have been the drugs! SHIT! Well, thank goodness he was behind a desk! If he wasn't then...

There was a knock at the door. What was he going to do?! He hadn't really thought this out! Clearing his throat; Vincent watched as the door opened, Alastor stepping into the office and closing the door like he was told. The taller man's cheeks looked flushed, his eyes dazed. At that moment it felt like time froze and everything started to happen at once.

Vincent moved towards Alastor, trapping his lips against his, kissing him feverishly. His fingers tangling in his curly hair as their mouths attack each others. Alastor's arms snaked around his neck, giving Vincent a reason to move his hands down to the Radio Host's thighs; lifting the other up in his arms and carrying him over to his desk. Sitting the taller man down on the wooden top; their lips still trapped against each others. Rubbing his hands up and down Alastor's inner thighs; the other man making a beautiful sound.

The television man's hands moved to Alastor's waist, as they started to unbutton the silver clasps on his pants. Their lips parting, both men gasping for air.

"Vincent, wait..." Alastor protested. His hands reaching to grab the other's.

"Please...let me pleasure you, Al. I...want you." Vincent said, gently pushing Alastor's hands out of the way. His own hands undoing all the buttons. "This will feel good...I promise."

Pulling the Radio Host's pants and underwear down; him gasping as the cool air exposed his skin. He was hard and BY GOD! He was beautiful! He never thought in his life that he would find another man's cock to be gorgeous! Tan, like the rest of his skin with a small bit of dark hair that trailed above it. The tip a light pink; wet with pre-cum. Moving his eyes to look back up at the brown ones that watched him; Alastor's cheeks red in a blush.

"Al, you're beautiful!"

A gasp filled the room after Vincent pressed his lip to the tip of Alastor's dick; kissing it softly before licking his tongue over the leaking slit. The taste and smell driving his senses wild! It didn't help that the drug had made everything more stronger. Sliding his cock past his lips, Vincent added more of it into his warm mouth. Alastor's voice hitting his ears.

Moving his mouth off the other's cock, Vincent looked up at the flustered face. "Don't be scared to touch me. Tell me how it feels, Al." Smiling before bring his mouth back onto his cock; moving his head up and down now, while his hand moved as well. Humming some when he felt Alastor's hand rest on the back of his head; fingers embedding into his raven locks.

"Fuck..." Alastor breathed out. "It's so warm..."

Humming again, Vincent moved the cock out of his mouth, jerking his hand up and down. "I can take you've never had this done to you before?" Smiling as he licked his tongue on the tip again, swirling it around the slit.

Alastor shook his head, gasping between breaths as he made another sound of pleasure. His hips thrusting up some, only to blush bright red.

Grinning, Vincent kissed the tip. "Do you want to fuck my throat?"

"No...I shouldn't." Alastor blushed deeper at the request. Vincent could tell he was new to this feeling and he wasn't sure if the other was fighting with himself to like it. It was adorable!

"I want you to fuck my throat, Alastor. Do you want to take another hit?"

Watching the other nod, Vincent reached into his coat pocket for the Benzedrine. Opening the lid, he handed it to the Radio Host; the man taking and inhaling deeply. Just the sight for some reason of Alastor becoming more relaxed turned him on more. The thought of how he was about to give his throat to this man to abuse made him more aroused than ever!

Taking the Benzedrine back from the man, Vincent put the lid back on before putting it back in his coat pocket. Watching Alastor rise from the desk, Vincent got more onto his knees now. His heart beating in his ears. How did he get so fucking lucky! Yes, days before he was kicking himself for thinking he was a queer. But right at that moment; all he wanted to do was please Alastor!

Feeling the Radio Host's cock slip back into his mouth again; the voice that left its owner's like music to his ears. Looking up at the man above him, Vincent felt him place his hands on the back of his head again; slowly moving his hips back and forth. He started gentle at first; only to soon speed up, thrusting his cock more deeper into the other's mouth. Reaching his hands to grip onto Alastor's hips, only for the man to snap.

"Did I say you could touch me?! Hand behinds your back!"

Doing as he was told, Vincent hummed around the cock. Fuck! Had this made the other more powerful!? The thought made him feel like he was going to bust right then and there.

Removing his cock from Vincent mouth for a second, he watched as Alastor looked to be catching his breath. After being snapped at for touching the other, another thought crossed the television man. "Al...am I aloud to touch myself?"

"What?!" Alastor asked thought deep breaths.

Grinning at the other, leaning forward to kiss the pink tip in front of his face. "Can I touch myself? I felt I should ask permission. As I want you to be in charge of me."

Looking down at the other, Alastor nodded. Not taking his eyes off Vincent; unbuttoning his own pants and pulling his own weeping dick out of the fly. Vincent couldn't help but smile as he watched the Radio Host watch him touch himself.

"You really are a virgin." Vincent said, watching the other's cheeks grow pink again.

"Shut up...I've just never been interested in doing this with anyone else."

Vincent chucked. "Then why me?"

"I said shut up! Opening that mouth of yours! I'm not finished!"

Groaning as Alastor shoved his dick back into his mouth, only to feel it hit the back of his throat. Tears filled his eyes at the stinging feeling of his gag reflexes took over. The Radio Host held him there for a bit, his own hand squeezing the tip of his own dick. FUCK! He could cum right then!

"You opened so good for me...I want you to swallow it all..."

Humming around his cock, Vincent felt Alastor start to move his hips again; harder this time. It was painful, but GOD did it feel so good! Tears falling down his cheeks, FUCK, he would do anything for this man! He was already under his spell; there was no turning back now!

Feeling Alastor give one more hard thrust, holding Vincent head in place again; the warm liquid emptying down his throat. Swallowing like he was ordered to, groaning when the dick finally left his mouth. Watching the other man drop to his knees beside him, Vincent felt Alastor take the hand that wasn't holding his dick. Bring the hand to his mouth, only for the television man to yelp when he felt Alastor bite down hard on his palm.

"What the fuck, Alastor!"

"Did I tell you to stop touching yourself?" Alastor spoke, his voice sounding different; more demanding. "I want to see you cum!" Warm blood started to drip from the bite, Alastor's tongue lapping at it.

"Alastor..."

"Vincent Cox! You wanted me to be in charge! Now do as I say!"

He felt frightened all of a sudden; also even more aroused! What the fuck was this man! The power his voice held! His voice always made him feel weak! Jerking his cock more, Alastor's eyes watching him as he feasted on his blood that oozed out of the bite. Being watched started to make Vincent nervous; but he wanted to please the one who watched. At that moment, Vincent felt small, weak; that Alastor was more larger and powerful then anyone else in the world.

He felt so close, groaning as the feeling in his lower abdomen felt stronger. "Alastor..."

"Hmm?" The Radio Host hummed, his lips stained red with Vincent's blood.

"Am I aloud to cum?"

The man chuckled. "And what if I say no, hm?"

Vincent groaned. "Please...please, Alastor..."

Smiling that beautiful smile, Alastor leaned in close to Vincent ear, whispering. "Cum for me, Vincent Cox. For me and only me."

........

The water ran red under the tap, swirling around in the porcelain sink. Gritting his teeth some, Vincent reached to open the medicine cabinet that hung above the sink in his bathroom. Taking a bottle of hydrogen peroxide from the shelf, opening it and pouring some on the bite mark on his palm. He had gotten the bleeding to stop when he got home last night. Only, he must have opened it up sometime durning the night. As it had bleed through the bandage. Vincent didn't understand why Alastor had bit him that hard last night and then the man proceeded to lick his blood!? Maybe it was some kind of weird kink he had?

How he wished it wasn't his hand and maybe some other part of his body! Hiding it on camera was going to be tricky; but hiding it from Maggie felt impossible! She couldn't know what happened last night; hell, she couldn't know about anything that was happening between Alastor and him behind closed doors!

Placing a bandage over the bite, along with another wrapped bandage; mostly so he could pull it off as a lie that he hurt his wrist or something. Opening the bathroom door, putting his hand behind his back before walking by Maggie; whom was waiting to use the room next. Planting a kiss on her cheek, she smiled at him before stepping past him.

"You were out late last night, sugar. You doing okay?" Maggie asked, the bathroom door still open as she stood in front of the mirror. Taking the curlers out of her red hair.

Looking back over at her, slipping his arms into his shirt and doing up the buttons in the front. "I just was chatting with Mr. Heartfelt. Going over how the show went last night."

Maggie hummed, not taking her eyes off her reflection in the mirror. "Mr. Heartfelt is such a gentleman."

Tying his neck tie, Vincent put on his suit coat before heading out of the bedroom. "I'll make the call for the cab."

"Vincent, dear. Don't forget tomorrow night is Elizabeth's party. You promised me you would go."

Stopping in his steps by the bedroom, Vincent sighed to himself. Only to walk back into the bedroom, smiling at Maggie. "Of course I didn't forget, doll! I've been looking forward to the party since you told me!" This of course was a lie. Vincent honestly couldn't care less about Maggie's friend's parties. But he hated to see Maggie sad or hurt. Even though, if she knew what was really going on with Alastor and him; it would kill her!

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That Tuesday morning felt slow and dull. Finishing his morning show, Vincent called for another cup of coffee not too long after he left the studio. Smoking his first cigarette of the day before he went off to his first meeting. His men spoke of how numbers looked on the first Late Show for the week that aired last night. As the television man predicted, the numbers were on top! He knew Alastor would be a hit with his viewers! Even the paper held an article about how the show went.

"A new face to spark the interest on Vincent Cox's Last Night show; a man by the name of Alastor Heartfelt, a Radio Host from New Orleans. Not only does this new comer have a voice of angels; but his stories about crime and cold cases are ones to draw in even a timid housewife! Hopping to hear more from Mr. Heartfelt in the coming week. As always, Mr. Cox always finds the best!" Tanner read from the newspaper. Passing the article over to Vincent once he was done.

The rest of the meeting went on to talking about who they could bring for next week's guest. Even though it was still early; it was always best to have an idea so they could get in contact with the person. Another hour passed, only for it to soon be around lunch time. Ending the meeting, stating they would get back to this later on. The men cleared out of the meeting room; each going their own ways.

Starting to his office, Vincent froze in his steps when he saw Alastor leaning over his secretary, Maggie's desk. The man smiled down at her, Maggie laughing at something he must have said. Clearing his throat, Vincent finished the rest of his coffee in the mug he held. Walking his way over to the two, smiling once he was close by.

"Mr. Heartfelt! I wasn't expecting you until later this afternoon!" Vincent smiled at the taller man, stopping in front of Maggie's desk as well. Alastor turning to look at the other, smiling.

"I was just stopping by to see if you had eaten lunch yet. Wanted to see if you would like to join me." Alastor spoke, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants.

"Well, that is awfully generous of you, Mr. Heartfelt! I was just about to head to lunch myself!" It all felt so fake; so much like a show. But that's what keeping professional was, right?

Watching Alastor turning back to Maggie, a smile still on his face. "My apologies, Maggie. I didn't mean to cut our conversation short."

"Oh! Don't worry about it, Mr. Heartfelt! I understand how important Mr. Cox's time is. He's a very busy person." Maggie said with a smile, reaching her hand out to take Vincent's empty mug from him.

"Say, why don't you join us, Maggie?"

"Oh, Mr. Heartfelt; that is awfully kind of you. But I have so much work I need to get done." Maggie said.

"If you insist." Alastor eyes looked back over at Vincent, spotting the wrapping on his wrist now. "What did you do to your hand, my good man? I don't remember seeing that last night."

Biting the inside of his cheeks to prevent himself from making a face of disgust. As the man fucking knew what had happened to his hand! He was the asshole that did it! Vincent chuckled some. "Oh, I must have pulled something in my wrist this morning."

Alastor chuckled as well. "Well, must be more careful! Wouldn't want your views to worry!" The Radio Host winking.

........

The two men stopped for lunch at the deli near by again; both enjoying a sandwich and a bottle of pop. Once they were done with their meal, both made their way back over to the studio building and up to Vincent's office. Closing the door behind them, Vincent took a seat in the chair behind his desk, while Alastor placed himself in the plush chair in front of it.

Both sat in silence; Vincent looking over some papers on the desk in front of him, Alastor with the newspaper that he found sitting on the floor in front of the office when they came in. It was a comfortable silence, the only sound being the ticking of the clock that hung on the wall above the door. Vincent felt he could get used to this; this man and him together all the time, not saying a word but enjoying each other's company. It was perfect!

"Do you still use that radio?"

"What radio?" Vincent looked up from the paper he was reading over, his blue eyes looking over at the taller man across from him.

The man chuckled. "The one on the shelf over there." Alastor looking over at the book shelf across the room. It holding things on it that Vincent hadn't thought about in years.

"To be honest; I forgot that radio was even there..." Vincent looking over at the shelf now, question what was actual on that shelf and that he needed to clean it off one day.

Watching Alastor rise to his feet, walking over to the shelf and picking up the radio. Running his hand over top the wooden frame; a small bit of dust floating into the air. He carried it over to Vincent's desk, sitting it on the edge and plugging the cord into the wall outlet close by. Vincent smiled some, as Alastor crouched in front of the radio; playing with the dials. Soon a soft bit of jazz music came through the speakers.

Rising back to his feet. Alastor stood in front of the desk, smiling with his hands on his hips, at the man sitting behind it. "Could I trouble you in a dance?"

Grinning, Vincent shuffled some of the papers on his desk. "I do have work I need to get done, Alastor."

"Now, I would look a bit silly dancing alone. I don't think one dance would take up too much of your time."

Looking up into the brown eyes that looked at him, that smile that always made his heart melt. "Is that your way of trying to flirt with me?"

"Is it working?"

Pushing his chair out from behind the desk, Vincent rose to his feet; smiling at the taller man as he walked around his desk. Offering his hand for the other to take; which Alastor did. Resting his other hand on Alastor's waist, while the Radio Host placed his on Vincent's shoulder. Swaying to the soft jazz music; they started out with a little space between them. To soon be held against each other, Vincent resting his chin on Alastor's other shoulder.

Breathing in Alastor's scent, Vincent felt his body relax; as if right then and there, no one else was there with them in the world. That it was just them two. It was peaceful.

"I never expected to experience this new feeling when I came here." Alastor spoke, his voice soft against Vincent ear.

"You make it sound like that's a bad thing."

"No. Not quite. It's been fun and I have enjoyed it all. But, I know it's only for a short while."

"It doesn't have to be!" Vincent lifted his chin off Alastor's shoulder, looking into his brown eyes now.

Alastor chuckled. "Oh, Vincent. You know I will have to leave once this week is over."

"No! You don't have to! I want you here!" Vincent pleaded.

"You can't possibly expect me to stay here! I have my home, my business."

"You spoke how you don't have family with you anymore. Please, Alastor. I need you here...with me..."

"Vincent." Placing his hand on the television man's cheek, brushing his thumb up and down it gently before bringing his own face closer to the other and kisses his lips softly. "You barely know me, I have many secrets that would make you change your mind about me."

"But I want to get to know you! Al, no secret of yours would scare me away. Promise."

Alastor sighed. "Let's just see where this week takes us. Okay?"

.........

The next couple Late Night shows were smooth sailing! Each one Alastor would talk about a case that he had spoken of before on his radio show. Views were growing each day! With talk of Vincent Cox's new rising guest; with a voice that was soothing to the ears and the face of a god! The television man was eating up all the love and praise! It's what he lived and strived for!

Taking a drag of the cigarette between his fingers, Vincent exhaled the smoke from his lungs into the air. His other hand gentling rubbing against the side of the taller man that sat in his lap. It was Wednesday night, they had just finished Vincent's Late Night Show. After many hand shakes from some viewers that came to watch the filming done live. The two men excused themselves, making their way to Vincent's office; refusing to turn on the lights and sitting quietly in the dark room, the only light coming from the open window. It was nice and relaxing; a comforting feeling as they enjoyed each other's company.

Holding the lit cigarette out for Alastor, the man allowing the television man to hold it for him; his lips sucking around the filter, taking in a drag before Vincent moved it. Blowing the smoke out of his lungs, Alastor shifted his weight on the others lap, dangling his long legs over the arm rest of the chair. The Radio Host resting his head against Vincent's chest. GOD! Could this man be anymore perfect?!

Finishing the last of the cigarette, Vincent leaned forward a little bit to put the filter in the ashtray on his desk. His arm holding Alastor close to him once he sat back in the office chair more. Hand still on the other man's side, Vincent slowly moved it to rest in between Alastor's thighs. Grinning as he felt the other squirm.

"What are you doing?" Alastor asked, his voice no louder than a whisper.

"Trying to make you feel good." The television man grinned, moving his hand up more; palming at Alastor's crouch.

"Don't." The Radio Host speaking more into Vincent neck now, his voice sounding heavy.

"You liked it last time. Let me reward you with how well you have been doing on my show, Al." Vincent hand moving towards the other man's waistband on his pants.

"Vincent! I said, no!" Sitting up now, Alastor turned himself around more in Vincent lap, his brown eyes glaring at the blue ones. "If you want to reward me, let me do something I want to enjoy!"

Alastor's voice was stern, something Vincent wasn't used to hearing from the other. It was a bit frighting! Clearing his throat, he moved his hand from Alastor's waist. "What did you have in mind?"

"Something I have been wanting to try. It might hurt, so; I don't know if you be interested."

Vincent smiled. "I'm willing to try anything! It's normal for sex to hurt the first time!"

Laughing, Alastor shook his head. "Not sex. I want to kiss your neck."

"Al, the last time I checked, kisses don't hurt." Vincent said, his hands reaching to untie his neck tie and start to unbutton the collar of his shirt.

"They could." Alastor said, shifting to straddle the other man's lap now. His long fingers helping Vincent unbutton the small white buttons on his shirt. Sliding the thin fabric off the other man's shoulders. Exposing the white skin underneath, skin that looked to never see the sun often; that was hidden from most human eyes.

Feathering his lips over the soft flesh, kissing gently below the television man's earlobe down to his collar bone. Breathing in deeply, Vincent closed his eyes; relaxing into the kisses Alastor trailed across his neck to his shoulders. How was this suppose to hurt? This was actually relaxing! Also, it was turning him on some; as he felt himself growing hard. His hands instantly moving to grab around Alastor's hips.

"None of that! I'm still in charge!" Alastor snapped; Vincent guessing he could feel the hardness in his pants poking him.

"Still!? When can I have a turn?" Vincent whined, playfully. Moving his hands to loosely hug around Alastor's waist.

"Not until I say you can! You're mine, Vincent Cox! This is MY game!" His voice was powerful! Damn it made Vincent so aroused!

Those lips went back to their kissing on his neck, humming into them, Vincent closed his eyes again. Shifting his weight under Alastor some, trying to calm down the bulge between his legs. Breathing in deep, the television man spoke. "How is this supposed to hurt again?"

Feeling Alastor kissing by his collar bone now, the man chuckled. Only to soon feel the pain the other was talking about; as Alastor sank his teeth into the white skin, biting hard and deeply. Groaning from the pain, Vincent opened his eyes back up; his nails digging into Alastor's sides now.

"FUCK! ALASTOR!" Vincent cursed, the man sinking his teeth more into the bite. Feeling the warm, wet blood start to trickle down his collar; soon Alastor tongue licking it up.

"I told you it would hurt."

"What the FUCK!? This is the second time you have bit me! What is this!? Some weird kink of yours?!" Vincent spoke, his voice sounding a bit freaked out.

"Shhh. Vee, it's okay." Alastor spoke calmly, his eyes moving to look at Vincent now. "But doesn't it feel good?"

"What?!"

"Shhh." Bring his lips back to the bite, Alastor feasted more on the blood that poured out. Sucking onto the opened skin.

This wasn't normal! But GOD! Why did it make him more aroused!? The sucking did feel good; as the skin there was sensitive, it having the same feeling when someone was giving another person a love bite. A sound of pleasure slipped past his lips; Vincent could feel Alastor smiling once he heard it.

"See; didn't I say it would feel good."

..........

The two men stood in the Employee Bathroom of the office building, a first aid kit sitting on the sink. Flinching at the burn from the rubbing alcohol that was poured on the new bite that decorated his shoulder. Vincent watched as the Radio Host dabbed at the bite with a cotton ball in the mirror. Luckily for them, no one else was in the building after hours; so the fear of another person walking in on them wasn't likely. The fear was still there though; Vincent's eyes now and then looking over at the door to make sure no one came in.

"You're acting like your Mother is going to walk in on you or something." Alastor grinned at the face that looked back at him in the mirror.

"Well, unfortunately, she's dead." Vincent said, flinching again as Alastor pressed a clean paper towel onto the bite. "We wouldn't be doing this if you didn't bite me like that!"

Alastor chuckled. "What can I say? I have a thing for biting." Removing the paper towel to see that the bleeding had slowed down for now. "It did feel good, right?"

Sighing, Vincent nodded. "Yes...at least this time it's more hidden." His eyes watched as Alastor put a bandage over the bite, placing a kiss on it; just like a mother would do to a small child after they scrapped their knee. Pulling his shirt back over his shoulders, Vincent started up the buttons to his collar. Placing his neck tie around his neck, only for Alastor to stop him and help him tie his tie.

"Come back to my room with me. We can order a bottle of wine." Alastor said, his voice soft, his deep brown eyes felt like they were looking into his soul.

His hand reached out to touch Alastor's cheek. "I wish I could, but I have to go to this party with Maggie tonight."

"Maggie?"

"Yeah...shit...um...Alastor, I live with Maggie...she's kind of a roommate with...benefits?"

Alastor snorted. "A roommate with benefits?"

"Yeah...it's complicated...she thinks I'm her boyfriend. Only, I don't see her that way...but I don't know...I haven't had the heart to tell her I don't feel the same way."

Laughing, Alastor walked away from Vincent. Picking up the first aid kit and closing the metal lid. "I must say, I already knew you were a terrible human. The way I have seen how you treat your employees. But this really takes the cake, Vincent Cox! To treat Maggie this way; for what? Just to get your dick wet! What does that make me then? Your Late Night Guest with benefits?!"

"Alastor! Wait! Look, I know what I'm doing with Maggie is terrible! You don't think I don't know that!? But, Al; you're different...I don't know. I feel something with you that I've never felt with Maggie. She moved herself into my apartment after our second date...I felt bad because she was so in love; so I let her get away with it for so long. Play pretend to make her happy! Our sex life hasn't been that great anyway...I feel like I just want to get her off without worrying about myself."

"Vincent, I don't need to know that..."

"Al, please." Vincent sighed, watching the other man start to walk towards the bathroom door. "I promise this is different. I'm not using you, hell; you think I would use you when I started panicking about being queer?! What I'm doing with you and the feeling I feel for you would ruin me if anyone else found out!"

Stopping in his steps at the door, Alastor looked back over his shoulder at the television man. "So, I guess keeping Maggie helps with hiding what you really are, hmm?"

He didn't think of it that way before! Maybe that was the reason why he kept Maggie around. To hide his true feelings! "Maybe. I'm still trying to figured all this out."

Sighing, Alastor walked back over to Vincent; straighten his neck tie again. "Well, my offer still stands. Join me when you can."

........

"Man, Vincent; she's something!"

Sipping from the glass in his hand, Vincent looked over at the gentleman beside him. The other man's eyes looking over at Maggie and her blonde haired friend, Elizabeth.

"Who, Lizzie?" Vincent asked, taking another sip of the bourbon in his glass.

"Yeah, I mean; how did we get so lucky to score such gorgeous dames!"

Chucking Vincent shook his head. "I can't believe you asked her to marry you."

The gentleman laughed. "And I can't believe you haven't asked Maggie yet! You both have been together for how many years now? Two?!"

"It's not that simple, Oscar! I have an image to hold! You know how many single women watch my shows!? 78 percent! And it's not because they are wanting to see who my new guest of the week is! It's because to them, I'm an unmarried man! They get off to that!"

"I would just be careful, a dame don't like to wait around forever. She could leave you." Oscar said; taking a pack of cigarettes out of his coat pocket now, offering one to Vincent which he took.

"Maggie's my doll, Oscar. She's not going anywhere." Vincent said, placing the cigarette between his lips and lighting it with the matches Oscar offered him next.

Watching the two girls laughing with another set of women; chatting by the table decorated in tiki themed food. Vincent started to notice that almost every house party he would go to with Maggie were tiki themed. He guessed that must have been the new fad. Taking a drag of the cigarette, growing bored of the party and chatting with Oscar. Which always seemed to be the only man that would be at these parties. Most the girls would leave their boyfriends or husbands at home. Vincent always felt silly coming to these things.

Tipping his glass back; the television man finished off his drink; placing the now empty glass on the bar behind him.

"Would you like another one, Vincent?"

"No thanks, Oscar. I think I might be stepping out soon." Vincent said, taking another drag of the cigarette.

"But you both just got here!"

"Oscar, we've been here for 2 hours already. I have my show in the morning!" Finishing the last of the cigarette, smashing it into the ashtray on the bar. "See ya around."

Walking over to the group of women, Vincent put his hand on Maggie's hip. The red head looking up at him and smiling. "I'm going to head out, doll. My head is killing me."

"Aw. Alright, sugar. Let me go get my coat." Maggie said.

"No no. You can stay. Enjoy your time with your friends. I'll be okay."

"You sure? Alright. I'll see you when I get home."

Planting a kiss on her forehead, Vincent moved away from the women. Walking thought the house, he went to the phone in the kitchen; calling a cab.

It felt like time flew by; as before he knew it, he was in the cab and then standing in front of the hotel door to Alastor's room. Giving a light knock, he waited. A couple seconds passed before he knocked again. Nothing. This was stupid! What was he doing?! He should just go home!

Lifting his fist up to knock again, only for the door to open. The Radio Host standing in front of him, dressed in red night clothes, his thin framed glasses removed. "Vincent, it's 2 in the morning..."

"Shut up!" Pushing the taller man back into his room; the door closing behind him. Vincent trapping his lips against the man in front of him. Backing him up into the wall close by. His hands pressed against the wall by the Radio Host's head pining him there; kissing him feverishly. Breaking from the kiss, Vincent got to his knees, reaching to pull Alastor's night pants down.

"Vincent! Wait!"

"Shut up! I'm in charge now!" The television man spoke, only to feel Alastor take hold of his wrist.

"Have you forgotten?"

Looking at the man above him, only to feel his heart drop when he saw those brown eyes. The look the man gave him. It was so terrifying!

"Vincent. Get up. Take off your pants and go to the bed."

Doing as he was told and getting back to his feet. For some reason feeling scared to disobey the taller man in front of him. Stepping back from Alastor, Vincent walked into the attached bedroom, looking back over his shoulder to see the other man following him. Stopping in the room, Vincent could feel his heart beating in his ears.

"Did you forget what I told you?" Stepping behind the television man, Alastor placed his lips on the back of his neck; kissing lightly, "Don't be scared, Vee. I'm going to give you want you want. As long as you cooperate."

"Al..."

"Shhh. Take off your pants and lay on the bed."

Feeling hesitant, Vincent swallowed hard; his hands fumbling with his belt and buttons on his pants. Pulling them off along with his underwear, noticing he was really aroused. Something he hadn't been paying attention to, Alastor's demanding voice did turn him on a lot. He took a seat down on the bed, scooting back towards the pillows and laying his back on the comfortable mattress.

Watching Alastor take a seat in between his legs, his long fingers reaching and lightly touching the skin on his thigh. "Vincent, you know I'm going to bite you again as that is my form of pleasure. But where..."

His face moving to kiss his left inner thigh before moving to the right one. Lifting himself to sit up some to watch the other, Vincent felt himself growing warm; removing his coat and tie. He felt nervous as he watched the taller man kiss his skin; knowing he would have to brace himself for what was about to come. Without warning, Vincent soon felt his hands grip into the sheet of the bed; groaning in pain as he felt Alastor bite down on his inner thigh. Looking back at the other past tears; only to see the man smile.

"Look how much you enjoyed that!" Alastor's eyes looking at Vincent cock now; leaking with pre cum. Rising from his spot between the television man's legs, Alastor moved from the bed to the bathroom. "Wait right there! I'll only be a moment!"

Once the other man had moved, Vincent took the time to take a look at the bite on his thigh. Gritting his teeth at the site of it, oozing with blood. Watching Alastor return, now with a towel, placing it under Vincent bloody leg. Chuckling some as he laid back down. "Guess you didn't want a mess?"

Alastor smiled, bringing his lips to kiss Vincent's; leaving a metallic taste of blood. Positioning himself back between the television man's legs, Alastor hovered is lips over his weeping cock. Pressing his lips against the head, before taking it in his mouth and sucking around it. Vincent hissed, his blue eyes watching this gorgeous man give him pleasure. He was in heaven! Only the pleasure left when he felt pain again; Alastor pressing his thumb into the bite on his leg.

The man chuckled. "You do get off to pain. Just as I thought." His eyes watching the cock in front of him leak more when he pressed into the bite.

"Al...stop..." Vincent pleaded, tears stinging his eyes some from the pain.

"Admit, you do like it."

GOD! The man wasn't wrong! As much as he hated to admit the pain did feel like pleasure. "Please, Al..."

Smiling, Alastor placed his lips back around the tip of Vincent's cock; sucking and licking the slit. FUCK! It felt so damn GOOD! Thrusting his hips up some into Alastor's mouth; only to feel pain as the man pushed his finger into the broken skin of the bite.

"Vincent." Removing his mouth off his cock again, watching the man below him wiggle in pain from the finger pushing deeper into the opened wound. "I told you, you need to cooperate."

"FUCK, ALASTOR!" Breathing hard now. Was it from the pain? Or was it from pleasure? Why did both start to give him the same feeling?! What kind of mind tricks was Alastor doing to him? "Please...take more of me into your mouth..."

"You know, the tip of your penis is the most sensitive." Alastor said, bring his blood coated finger into his mouth and sucking on it. GOD! He wanted that finger to be him!

"I don't need a health lesson, Al! I...I just need...."

"What do you need, Vee?" Alastor's voice sounded so much deeper, so sinister.

"Fuck...Al! I want to cum for you again!"

Alastor chuckled. "Then let me pleasure you how I wish to pleasure you. Deal?"

Feeling his cock twitch, Vincent nodded. GOD! This was really turning him on! Being placed in the hands of this extraordinary man! It felt like he was fighting with life or death!

His mouth went back around the tip of Vincent’s dick, sucking gently again; it felt so good! So sensitive! FUCK! Gripping his fingers into the bed sheets; scared to grab hold of Alastor's hair like he wanted to. This man was in charge. And he knew one small move like grabbing the other's soft, curly brown locks could end all this! He started to add more into his warm mouth; feeling Alastor hum around his dick. Just the vibrations alone made him gasp. Even though he was just getting the attention on the head and nothing more; he felt so close!

"Fuck...Alastor....so close..."

Humming again, Alastor pressed his finger into the bite again; the mixture of pain and pleasure hitting his nerves all at once! Opening his throat up more, Alastor swallowed Vincent. Bobbing his head up and down, only for the television man to empty his load down the Radio Host's throat. Watching the taller man remove his cock from his mouth with a wet pop, Vincent smiled; leaning forward and trapping the other's mouth in a kiss. Tasting himself on the other's lips.

"You're going to be the death of me, Al!"

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People sleep for many different reasons. Most because they are tired; a way to recharge after a long day. Some sleep for an escape from reality, as a way to hide from one's own thoughts. It can be a way to shut out the world around you. Some can sleep well; sleeping through the whole night. As others can have problems staying asleep or falling asleep. Humans can sometimes have the best sleep of their life some nights; as others can have the worst. That night, Vincent had the best sleep he had had in a long while. Something about it was different; comforting.

Shifting his head on the pillow some, Vincent let out a relaxed sigh; feeling the one beside him hug their arms around his waist. Smiling to himself, as he felt the person's breath on the back of his neck. Maggie wasn't one to snuggle close to him in the morning. It made him wonder what the reason could be for her to do this today. Reaching his hand to take hold of one of the hands that held him; lacing his fingers in-between the other's fingers. Only to freeze. This wasn't Maggie! The hand was much too big to be hers! Opening his eyes now, seeing that he wasn't in his bedroom! FUCK!

"SHIT! I FELL ASLEEP!" Ripping the arms off his waist now and jumping up from the bed. His blue eyes looked back down at the bed to see a very confused Radio Host. Gripping his fingers into his raven hair; panicking. "FUCK! I shouldn't have come here! GOD DAMN! She's got to be wondering where I am?!"

"Who? Maggie?"

"YES! She's probably has already called the Police Department to file a report that I'm missing! Ever since we have lived together, I've never been one to not come home!"

"Calm down. Just think up a story. Maybe; you went back to the office but ended up getting a room for the night because it was late and you didn't see a reason to go back home. As you didn't want to wake her." Alastor suggested, propping his head up in his hand. Eyes watching the frantic television man.

Breathing in a deep sigh, Vincent put his hands on his hips; thinking. "Yeah...that could work."

"She knows you're a busy man and you are pretty much married to your job. She possibly thought you did go back to the office for a while. As the party could have taken away some of your time to work."

Nodding, Vincent looked down at the brown eyes that looked back at him. "Yeah...yeah, that will work."

Smiling, Alastor patted his hand on the bed. "Now, come here."

Grinning at the other man, Vincent crawled back into the bed with the Radio Host; hugging his arms around the small of Alastor's back. Taking in the other's scent, holding them close to their body. Alastor wrapped his arms back around Vincent's frame; humming softly before his lips kissed the spot on his shoulder that he had bitten the day before.

"What? You want to open the wound back up?" Vincent asked, moving one of his hands to cup the back of Alastor's head; his fingers embedding through the soft curly locks.

"Tempting. But not right now. Bitting always leads to something more. I don't want to ruin this moment." Alastor said, his lips kissing the spot again before moving to the other man's lips.

Kissing the Radio Host back, he laid his head back on the pillow; relaxing into the moment. Closing his eyes; the feeling of sleep coming back to him. As it wasn't helping that Alastor kept drawing shapes into his back with his fingers. The feeling of wanting to just stay here all day with the other kept crossing his mind. Which he knew wasn't possible; as he had his Morning Show to do. What time was it anyway?

........

"Hello...Maggie...I'm sorry..."

"There you are!" Maggie cut him off. "I've called at least three time this morning and each time you didn't answer! I should have called last night to let you know that I would be staying with Elizabeth."

"What? Yes! I must have over slept because you weren't here!" Vincent spoke into the phone receiver; relaxing more into the conversation. Falling asleep in the Radio Host's arms again, only to be woken an hour later to see that he had less then 30 minutes until the needed to do his morning show! There was no way in Hell that he was going to make it to the building in time!

"My apologies, sugar! Next time I will let you know. You have less than 30 minutes! Are you going to make it here in time?" Maggie spoke on the other line.

"I'm afraid not. Maggie, let the other's know we will have to do a Plan B day..."

"Are you sure he is ready for it?"

"I have faith in, Ben! He's one of my best men! If he can't do an hour, so be it! The program will figure something out to make up the time!" Vincent spoke, leaning his back into the bed frame.

"You sure you're alright, sugar? You don't sound like yourself? I know we have Plan B just incase something goes wrong. But you never miss a show, heck; you even did them when you had the flu last year!"

"I'm fine, Maggie! I'll be there tonight. No need to get yourself worried about me, doll!" Hanging up the phone before he let the girl speak, Vincent sighed; looking back over at the Radio Host. The man moving himself from the bed now.

"And where do you think you are going?!" Vincent grinned, propping his hands behind his head and crossing his ankles.

Smiling, Alastor looked back at the other man, fixing the blankets on his side of the bed. "Well, I was going to take a shower...did you need something?"

"I could think of some things." Vincent still grinning, feeling his dick twitch some in his boxers. His blue eyes watching the other roll his eyes at him.

"Do you only ever think with your cock?"

Laughing, Vincent moved one of his hands from behind his head; patting the spot beside him on the mattress. "Come on, Al. Let me pleasure you."

"I'm perfectly fine, thanks!"

"Please, Al! Maybe I just want to feel your cock in my mouth!" The television man begged, reaching his hand out to the other now.

"But what if I don't need to feel pleasure! I've been perfectly fine without it for all these years! But then you! You had to step into my life and now..." Alastor held back his tongue. He looked to be fighting with his thoughts. It was adorable!

Chuckling, Vincent patted the bed again; his blue eyes looking up at the other man with want. "You're still in charge, Al. Come ruin me."

Plopping down on the edge of the bed, Alastor shifted to pull his red pajama pants down. Freeing his length; already hard and leaking some from the tip. Moving closer to Vincent; the television man smiling when he saw the sight of Alastor's tan dick. Vincent started to sit up as well, only for the Radio Host to put an hand on his shoulder to push him back against the mattress.

"Don't move and don't touch me, unless I say so. Understand?" Alastor spoke, watching Vincent nod. Swinging a leg over the other, Alastor straddled himself across Vincent's chest; his dick inches from his face. Swallowing hard, the Radio Host shifted himself closer, lifting himself over Vincent's head, his length above the other man's mouth.

Breathing in deep, Vincent felt like he could just die right there and be happy! Looking up a the brown eyes that looked down at him, their owner's cheeks red in a blush. "May I?"

"Please." Alastor whispered, only for a small sound of pleasure to soon slip past his parted lips. Feeling Vincent press his own lips to the head of his cock; kissing it gently before licking the tip of his tongue against it.

"God! You're so fucking beautiful, Al!" Vincent spoke. Watching the man about him trying to cover his mouth with his arm, embarrassed by the sounds that kept slipping past his lips. Smiling, Vincent lifted his head up some from the pillow it rested on, sucking more of Alastor into his mouth. FUCK! How he wanted this! Alastor's smell! His taste! It was addicting! Never in his life had he been so drawn to another before! Much less another man! But Alastor! GOD! Vincent would give this man everything!

Watching the other man leaning his forearms and head against the top of the headboard; unmoving, as if he was scared to do so. Vincent wanted more of him in his mouth, he needed more. "Al, I did say you're still in charge."

Lifting his head to look down at Vincent, his cheeks warm in a blush. "I know..."

Chuckling, Vincent reached up to rub his hands on Alastor's thighs. "Did you get nervous on me?"

"Did I say you could touch me, Vee!" Alastor snapped. Only to make the other man smile. There he was!

"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you got scared. I did say I wanted you to ruin me...but I guess it's too much for you." Vincent grinned, moving his hands to rest on the other's ass cheeks now; squeezing.

"REMOVE YOUR HANDS! NOW!"

The brown eyes above him looked frightening, as if he could kill the one below him. Grinning, Vincent moved his hands; resting them on his stomach. "Fuck my throat, Alastor."

Alastor lowered himself down more, pretty much sitting on Vincent face now; his cock diving deeper into his mouth. Humming around the cock, Vincent closed his eyes, feeling the other man thrust himself in and out. FUCK! This was what he wanted! For his mouth to be used by Alastor! Each thrust the man grew deeper and deeping into his throat, choking some as the head of Alastor's dick hit it. Something else he noticed while Alastor was fucking him at this angle, was his balls slapping against his chin with each thrust. He wanted to touch them, message them in his hand.

Letting his intuitive thoughts take over, Vincent reached up to cup Alastor's testicles. Gently squeeze them in his hand; his fingers message the delicate skin that covered over the oval shaped glands. Only for Alastor to stop move and shove his dick all the way down Vincent's throat; tears filling his eyes as he choked some.

"Vee...what did I say about touch me?"

Humming around Alastor length, Vincent gentle tugged on the other's scrotum; hearing a sound of pleasure from the one above him. GOD! The noises he could get out of this man! It was pure bliss! Feeling Alastor reach to remove Vincent’s hand off his balls, only for Alastor to bring his hand close to his own head on the pillow; lacing his fingers between the other's. Getting the idea of what the Radio Host was doing, Vincent offered his other hand to him; which he took and held as well. Lifting himself onto his knees more and thrust inside the television man's mouth again.

Mouth starting to ache some, Vincent tried to fight it as he let Alastor abuse his throat more. Something about this time felt different than the last time he had given his throat for Alastor to use. Maybe because they were holding hands? Or maybe because Alastor wasn't high? But something about it felt more romantic to him. That he saw Alastor as more than just a good fuck. As something more.

"Vee...fuck...!" Alastor moaned, giving one last hard thrust before emptying himself down the television man's throat.

Swallowing and groaning once the cock left his mouth, Vincent smiled up at the man hovering above him. Alastor smiling that gorgeous smile back at him. GOD, he was fucking perfect!

........

"And with that, I want to thank you for spending your evening with us tonight! We will see you again same time tomorrow! Good night, viewers!"

"And clear!"

Cameras clicked off and the overhead lights deemed down until they were off as well. Rising from his seat behind the black desk, Vincent smiled over at the man in the chair beside him. The Radio Host smiling back and rising from his chair as well. Both men walked towards the exists of the studio, not saying a word to each other as they started for the Television Host’s office.

"Mr. Cox! A word, please?"

Both men turned to look behind them, seeing Maggie walking quickly up to them.

"Give me a second. I'll meet you in the office." Vincent spoke quietly to Alastor. The other man nodding his way and starting for the office. Leaving Vincent alone with the red head.

"What can I help you with, Maggie?" Vincent asked, smiling down at her.

"I was just wondering how late you're going to be out again tonight. Just, since Mr. Heartfelt has been here, you seem to come home after I’ve gone to bed." Maggie said, her voice sounding a bit whiny to him.

"Maggie, doll; I can't predict how long these meetings with Mr. Heartfelt are going to take! We have a lot to discuss about the show for tomorrow night. As this one will be our last show together. We want it to go out with a bang!"

"I...I know. It's just...Elizabeth and Oscar spend so much time together after their jobs. I want us to have what they have...and..."

"Doll, you know that what we have is different than what Lizzy and Oscar have!" Vincent said.

"But how so? We both have been together the same amount of time..."

"Maggie, can we discuss this later? I can't keep Mr. Heartfelt waiting." Vincent said, mostly trying to get out of this conversation.

"No, Vincent! I just feel...something has changed...Elizabeth and Oscar are engaged...why aren't we yet?" Maggie spoke, her eyes looking a bit hurt.

Sighing, Vincent slipped his hands into the pockets of his pants. "Maggie, you know we can't be like that. It would ruin my reputation. You know most of my views are single women and you know that the main reason they watch my shows is because they know I'm an unmarried man. Women eat that shit up, doll! If I got married, well; lets say I would loose a good number of viewers!"

"It's always about work to you! Never about the ones that love you! That care about you!" Maggie scolded.

"Maggie..."

"No! I should have known this wasn't worth discussing! Can never get an honest word out of you! Come home when you feel like it! See if I care! Goodnight, Vincent!" Turning on her heels, Maggie matched away.

"Doll...."

Watching the tiny red head turn the corner, Vincent sighed; running his fingers through his raven hair. He knew they would have to have this discussion eventually; but he had the slightest feeling it didn't go as he planned it would. Sighing again as he tried to clear his thoughts, the television host started towards his office.

Opening the door, he forced a smile at the man sitting in the chair behind his desk; the place the Radio Host always seemed to choose to sit in first. As if he owned the chair now.

"Everything go well?" Alastor asked, offering Vincent a cigarette from the silver case he had in his coat pocket. A case that Vincent had bought him the other day while he was out.

Taking a cigarette from the other man, Vincent brought it to his lips, lighting it with the welcoming match that Alastor held out for him. Taking in a deep drag before speaking, Vincent shook his head. "Not really. Maggie was questioning me about why I haven't proposed to her yet."

"Hmm." Alastor hummed, taking a drag of his own cigarette now; tapping some of the ash off in the ashtray near by. "And why haven't you?"

"I don't see her that way, Alastor. You know that...also, even if I did; I couldn't. It would fuck up my ratings." Taking another drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out the opened window.

"Really now? You think people watch you because you're a single man?"

"I KNOW people watch me for that reason! It has been proven that a good chunk of my viewers are single women! They get hot when it comes to knowing an attractive single man is the one spilling the news!" Vincent spat, taking another long drag of his cigarette.

Laughing, Alastor smashed the last of his cigarette into the ashtray on the desk. "You! Attractive?!"

Frowning, Vincent took in another drag of the cigarette; blowing out the smoke before putting the finished flitter in the ashtray. "Fuck off..."

Reaching his hand out to the other man, Alastor smiled when Vincent took it and stepped closer to the Radio Host. "You know I'm teasing you!"

Taking a seat in the other man's lap, Vincent sighed. "I know..."

The two men sat in silence; enjoying each other's company, knowing that this might be one of the last times they might get this time like this together. Resting his head against Alastor's shoulder, Vincent took in his scent, categorizing it into his memories. Cigarette smoke, black tea, and something that smelt like wood or fallen leaves. Feeling the Radio Host's long fingers cradle the back of his head, twisting around his raven locks of hair.

"So, remember how you said you wanted me to stay?" Alastor spoke softly.

"Mmhm."

"Well, after you left the hotel to come get some work done at the office. I called my business partner, Rosie. Mostly to see if she was able to pick me up from the train station on Saturday. She spoke of how she needed me to do something for her that involves our business. Something about looking for this man that happens to be up in Illinois. So, it would make sense for me to get it done while I'm still here."

"What are you saying, Alastor?" Vincent asked, looking up at the man.

Alastor chuckled. "That you get to keep me for at least another week! I mean; if that won't be any trouble!"

"No, no! No trouble at all! I...I can call the hotel tomorrow and ask them to extend your stay for another week! I'll cover the tab!"

"That is awfully kind of you, Vincent." Alastor said, smiling.

"Al, I would do anything for you! Money is never a problem!"

"Splendid! I thought you would love to know you get to enjoy my company for a little while longer." Alastor said.

"I would buy you an apartment here if you would let me! So you would never have to leave!"

Laughing, Alastor shook his head. "You're such a silly little man!" Hugging his arms around Vincent frame, the Radio Host held the other close to him. "I do have one request for you though."

"Like I said, I would do anything for you, Al."

"Well, you see. The man I need to find isn't in Chicago. He's about 240 miles south of here. So, I would need you to get a car and drive me there."

Turning to look back up at Alastor, Vincent frowned. "Pardon?! Alastor! When in the Hell can I drive you somewhere?! I have my shows everyday!"

"But you don't have your Night Shows on the weekends. We could leave Saturday morning after your first show and be back by Monday. You missed a morning show the other day; what would missing one more hurt?"

"I can't be gone for that long! Maggie is already on my case about coming home super late anymore!" Vincent spoke, now rising from his seat in Alastor's lap and standing in front of him.

"You will come up with something! I know you will!"

"Alastor, I can't!" Leaning against the side of his desk, Vincent shook his head.

"Vincent." Watching Alastor rise to his feet as well. He was about a couple inches taller than the television man. "Do this for me, please. I promise to do something for you in return."

Sighing, Vincent looked up at the brown eyes before him. He adored this man. More than any other human he had ever met. He never wanted to disappoint him. "Okay...but we need to be back before my show on Monday morning."

"That shouldn't be a problem! I can get done with business pretty quickly!" Alastor said, smile at the other.

Nodding, Vincent pulled out another cigarette from his coat pocket; lighting it before taking in a deep inhale. Thinking about how he needed to see if one of his men could get him a car to use.

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"Perfect! I'll be there to pick it up Saturday morning! Yes! Thank you again, kind sir!" Slamming the phone receiver down; Vincent circled the name of a Car Rental Company on the list of phone numbers and company names in front of him. After calling at least five different places, each one being booked out for the weekend. He was able to get one place that still had one car available. Tapping the end of his pen against his bottom lip, Vincent picked up the phone receiver again. Pressing his fingers into the buttons as he placed the phone back to his ear.

"Yes, Mr. Cox?"

"Maggie, can you bring me another cup of coffee." He spoke into the receiver, hanging the phone up before his secretary responded.

It was half past ten AM; all his morning meetings had been finished for the day. As the chat of who was going to be next week's guest was decided. If Vincent could have it his way, he would have his current guest, Alastor there each week. Admitting, this week had been the most fun he had had with one of his guest since he first started his Late Night Show five years ago! Yes, each guest he brought to his show was always great to have. Each person having a uniqueness about them. But Alastor! Yes, Vincent had grown some feelings for the man that he didn't have earlier in the week. Strong feelings. Feelings that were very inappropriate! That could ruin the man's career if anyone else found out!

Hearing a knock at the door, Vincent cleared his throat; announcing for the person to enter. Watching the wooden door open, Maggie walking in with a coffee mug in her hand. Handing the mug to her boss, the red head taking hold of his other hand that rested on the desk. Her eyes looking down at it as her finger brushed against the bite mark that was just mostly healed.

"What happened here?" Maggie asked, her eyes studying the pink spots on his pale skin. Vincent soon to pull his hand away from her.

"It's nothing. Just scratched my hand the other day. It's almost healed anyway." Vincent told her, picking up his coffee and taking a sip. "Thanks for the coffee. You're free to go, Maggie."

"You're hiding something from me!" Maggie spat, her cheeks growing red; reaching for his hand again.

"I'm not hiding anything, doll!" Vincent said back to her, pulling his hand away again.

"Then what is that mark on your shoulder?!"

"What mark on my shoulder?!" Vincent snapped back.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Vincent! I saw it this morning when you left the bathroom and started getting dressed!" Maggie spat back, her eyes fuming and her cheek more red.

Pushing his chair from his desk, Vincent rose to his feet. "OUT!" Pointing his finger towards his door, glaring down at the short red head. "Get out and get back to work, Maggie!"

"WHO IS SHE?! First, you missed a Morning Show on Thursday and then I heard that you are going away for the weekend! Plus, you're home super late anymore! Vincent, tell me what is going on!" Maggie pleaded, tears now forming in her eyes.

"NOTHING IS FUCKING GOING ON, MAGGIE!" Vincent snapped back at her. Soon to be taken aback when he felt her small hand slap him hard on his cheek. Reaching to touch his sore cheek once her hand left it, feelings of anger pooled into his mind. "Get out! Back to your desk! If you have forgotten, I am your boss!"

"Vincent, just tell me...I'll be better...please." Maggie cried, tears falling down her cheeks now.

"Maggie, you will address me as, Mr. Cox! Understand!"

Sniffling her nose, Maggie wiped her tears on the back of her hands. "Yes, Mr. Cox...my apologies."

"That's my girl! Now, clean yourself up and get back to work!"

Watching the red head nod, Maggie made her way out of his office, shutting the door behind her.

Taking a seat back behind his desk, Vincent sighed, his hand rubbing the sore spot on his cheek from where Maggie slapped him. He never liked to yell at Maggie, it wasn't something he ever did. Only this time, she had started to ask questions that he couldn't answer. The television man couldn't tell the one that loved him that he was messing around with his Late Night guest. That he adored this man and care more about him than he did with her! It would crush her! Plus, it would ruin him in general! FUCK! He kind of wished it was another woman and not a man; it would make the whole situation more easier to confess. Of course; it would break her heart. But at least it wouldn't put his lively hood on the line! She could never know! Alastor and him just had to start being more careful.

.......

The Television Host laughed, his blue eyes looking over at the camera in front of him. This was their last Late Night Show of the week. It has been such an entraining one and honestly one of his most viewed shows of the year! Having such a new face to interview had really been the thing his show needed! How he hated that his time with the Radio Host was just about to be over.

"Oh, Alastor! It has been such a delight to have you as my guest this week! I, myself and I bet my viewers at home can't wait to hear what new stories you have in store for us on your radio show!" Vincent said, smiling at the camera before looking back over at Alastor.

"A delight it has been! It's been such an honour to be able to share my stories with your viewers! Thank you for offering me the time to join you!" Alastor spoke back to Vincent, smiling as well.

Feeling his heart flip some in his chest when he saw that gorgeous smile, Vincent looked back over at the camera. Hoping he was able to hide the nervous feeling he felt in his stomach. "Thank you all for tuning in for tonight's show and for welcoming my guest of the week, Alastor Hartfelt! Tune into his Radio Show, "Lost in New Orleans" each night starting at 10pm! I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend! See you all again on Monday night. Thank you and have a good night!"

"And clear!"

Hearing the camera switch off, Vincent rose to his feet before the lights overhead started to dem. Watching Alastor rise to his feet as well, the television host offered his hand to the Radio Host; which he took and shook. Smiling, both had agreed to keep their last time together around others to be professional. As Vincent had spoken to Alastor that normally after the last show of the week; he would thank his guest and then they would go about their separate ways. Normally his guest would be leaving right away and hopping on a plane to their next role. Also, all of his other guest never really spend the time together between filming or even chat in Vincent's office after shows. So, this last time together they needed to be seen as just a host and his guest, nothing more; not even as friends.

Watching Alastor walk out of the studio before him, Vincent went to picking up some of the papers off his desk; handing them to one of his crew members. Having a couple more small laughs with some of his crew, the television man excused himself, headed out of the studio and down the hallway. Making his way out of the building, his eyes spotting the Radio Host standing on the sidewalk across the way. A cigarette between his fingers and a playful look in his eye once he spotted Vincent.

His heart did that same flip in his chest when he saw the other man. FUCK! Never in his life had one person made him this weak! Made him want to run across the street and take the other human in his arms! He wouldn't. It wasn't normal! Also, there were other people around. They would see.

Waiting for a car to pass, Vincent carefully crossed the street, meeting the other man on the other side. Once beside the Radio Host, he took the offered cigarette that Alastor took from his case. Reaching in his coat pocket for a match and lighting it. Taking in a deep drag, Vincent exhaled the smoke from his lungs, following beside Alastor as he started down the sidewalk. He didn't know where the man was taking him. They hadn't actually discussed where they planned to go after the show. Only that they would meet up outside of the building at separate times.

Vincent looked over at the taller man, both walking in silent and enjoying their cigarettes. Why did it feel like he was doing something illegal? Well, he kind of was; being queer was still frowned upon and some places could deny one if they knew they were. But they just looked like two business men spending time together, nothing more. So, why should he worry? Why should he get this weird feeling in his stomach? His blue eyes watched as Alastor stopped in his steps at a table that sat outside of a restaurant. Spotting an ashtray on the table, he put his finished cigarette in it. Vincent taking a last drag of his before doing the same.

"So, where are you taking me? You still haven't told me." Vincent finally spoke, blowing the smoke out of his lungs.

Smiling, Alastor turned away from the table and continued to walk in the same direction he had been going. "If I told you, then, it wouldn't be a surprise!"

Laughing, Vincent jogged some to keep up with the other man. "You never said it was a surprise!"

"Well, now it is!"

Rolling his eyes, Vincent followed beside the Radio Host. It felt like he was a teen again, wondering the streets at night with a friend or a crush. Not a care in the world but each other and the fun they had planned.

The Radio Host stopped in his steps in front of a building with dem colored lights, jazz music pouring from the open door. A jazz club? And just a normal one at that! Not even one that you needed to book far in advance to get into.

"Really?" Vincent asked, looking up at the lights on the sign above the building. "The Swing Room?"

"What? Were you expecting a fancy dinner with white table cloths?" Alastor grinned. "Come on. I thought we could have a drink; maybe even a dance or two."

"Dance?! In front of others?!"

Laughing, Alastor nodded. "Yes, dance. No one will think anything of it! They will just think we are drunk!"

Vincent chuckled. "Okay. Maybe one dance. But not until we have had a couple drinks! Just in cause anyone is paying attention."

Nodding in agreement, Alastor started into the building, the television man following behind him. Both men making their way to the bar.

.........

They started with one drink; an old fashion for each. Downing their liquor quickly, soon to ask for a second one from the bartender. Eyes watching the other's in the room dancing to the upbeat jazz music; laugher and smiles all around them! It was a fun environment! A typical Friday night, friends and couples enjoying the start of the weekend after a long work week. His blue eyes looking back at the man that stood beside him; his back leaning against the bar, cradling his glass of liquor in his hand. God! He was so perfect! Watching the Radio Host swirl the bourbon in the crystal glass, soon to bring the glass back to his lips; downing the last of the drink before placing the glass back on the bar behind him. Alastor must have felt Vincent's eyes on him, making the television man blush when those brown eyes looked back at him.

"What's on your mind, my good man?" Alastor asked, smiling.

Grinning, Vincent brought his mouth close to Alastor's ear. Speaking only loud enough for the other to hear. "How I want to pin you against this bar and kiss you."

Watching a blush creep across the Radio Host's cheeks, only for him to lean close to Vincent's face now. "Do it!"

"Al...Alastor!"

"What? You think someone will see? Look around, Vincent. No one is paying attention to us."

Looking around at everyone else in the club, people seemed to not give a care about anyone else; only the people they were with. Vincent knew that they both had had two drinks; him only feeling tipsy. Alastor's eyes did look a bit glassed over, but he didn't seem drunk. Also, Vincent didn't take Alastor to be a light weight.

A nervous feeling grew in his stomach; yes, no one was around them and it was busy enough for no one to really single them out. But, what if someone did see and recognized him! It would fuck everything up! Swallowing hard, Vincent looked over his shoulder to see a darker area of the room; the lights more dem. Grabbing hold of Alastor's wrist, Vincent quickly led him over to the shadowed area; pinning the other man's back against the wood panel wall.

His lips gently touching Alastor's at first, only to soon press against them more feverishly. Vincent's hands moving to the back of the Radio Host's head, his fingers tangling into the curly locks. Feeling Alastor's own arms wrap around his waist; his hands moving under his suit coat and cupping his lower back. Bring Alastor's bottom lip between his teeth; biting gently, Vincent looked into the brown eyes above him. A small moan slipping past his own lips.

"Alastor...I..."

The Radio Host smiled. "Will you dance with me, Vincent?"

Nodding, Vincent removed his hands from Alastor's hair, following the taller man towards the floor covered in other dancers. The music was more upbeat since the last time they had dance together. In his office, with the sound of soft jazz music coming through the radio Alastor had found on his shelve of old, dusty things. This music making things a bit challenging at first; as both men didn't know where to put their hands. It only took a couple bumping into each other and stepping on each other's toes until they found the right movements. Holding Alastor's hand in his, Vincent followed the other man's body that moved with the music. Both laughed at each other some, the alcohol taking over each man's mind. It was fun! It was silly! And GOD! Did it make Vincent feel more head over heels for this other man! Nothing else mattered to him right then and there; just being with Alastor was the only thing he wanted in life!

......

"Shhh!"

Both men giggled like two school girls as they stood in front of Vincent's apartment door. After a couple more dances and two more old fashions, both men were drunk! Getting in the back of the cab and not thinking straight; Vincent told the driver his home address. Only to realize five minutes into the drive that he had told them his apartment and not the hotel. It's fine! He could just go grab some things and then they could make their way back to the hotel. No big deal! Right?!

His lips sloppy kissed the tall man in front of him. Breathing in deeply once their lips parted. "Wait right here...I'll only be a minute." Fiddling with the key in his hand, Vincent unlocked the apartment door, stepping inside the dark building and leaving Alastor outside for a moment. Turning on the lamp near the sofa, his hands pulling his arms out of his blue suit jacket; draping it on the arm of the sofa. Stumbling more into the apartment, he soon started to notice he was alone and Maggie wasn't there! Maybe she really was mad at him!? Looking over at the clock on the mantel in the living room, seeing it was after midnight; soon for his eyes to see a note by the phone.

"Staying with Elizabeth for the time being. Don't wait up. Maggie."

"Fuck..." Vincent spoke out loud after his eyes read the note. Yeah. He had really fucked up.

Stumbling back to the door, Vincent opened it; spotting Alastor leaning against the wall in the hall. His brown eyes looking at a small spot on his coat that he had spilled some of his drink on earlier. Clearing his throat, the Radio Host looked up at the television man then; grinning. "Come inside."

"What about Maggie?" Alastor said, his brown eyes looking glassed over and lost. Fuck! They were so drunk!

"She not here. Come on. Let me fuck you on the sofa!" Vincent grinned, feeling a jolt in his pants from his dick after the words left his mouth.

"No...No sex tonight..." Alastor said, wondering into the apartment now. Taking a seat onto the sofa while Vincent shut the door.

"Aw...you're no fun!" Vincent said, playfully; taking a seat beside the Radio Host. Watching the taller man turn on his side, pressing his cheek into the back of the sofa. Vincent copied him; smiling as Alastor closed his eyes and breath in deeply. The television man's hand reached to cradle the other man's cheek; soon to bring his lips against Alastor's, kissing him softly.

"I'm so drunk..." Alastor stuttered once the lips left his. He opened his brown eyes for a second before closing them again. The man groaned, shifting his body some before leaning into Vincent's. His head falling onto the other's shoulder.

Hugging his arm around the Radio Host, Vincent placed a kiss on top of Alastor's messy hair. The man melting into his body. Feeling Alastor take his hand, lacing his long fingers in-between Vincent's. Smiling, the television man, planted more kisses on top of the other's head. Each time he felt Alastor press himself more into his lips. GOD! He wanted more! He wanted to free this man from his clothes and kiss every part of his body! But he wouldn't push it, no mater how much his body ached to. But then, it didn’t hurt to ask.

"Can I make you feel good, Al?"

The Radio Host groaned, shaking his head; pressing it more against Vincent lips.

Smiling, Vincent kissed his forehead. "Are you sure? Your body is telling me differently." His eyes spotting the bulge between Alastor's legs when he moved closer.

"Vincent...no..."

"I won't even touch you. Come here..." Patting his lap, Vincent watched as Alastor opened his eyes back up. Sighing, the Radio Host nodded; rising to his feet, he straddled himself across Vincent lap. Their clothed bulges near each other.

"Okay, I'm going to move some. Am I aloud to put my hands on your hips?" Vincent asked, his blue eyes looked up into the brown ones above him. Seeing Alastor nod in approval; Vincent placed his hands on the other man's hips. Bring both their crouches against each other's, the television man rubbing himself on the taller man's bulge. He smiled as he watched Alastor's cheeks grow more pink in a blush, a small sound coming from his throat. "You like that?"

Alastor nodded. "Feeling good..." He placed his hands on Vincent's shoulders then, rising his hips up some and moving them in time with the other man's. Rubbing his clothed cock against the one under him. He moaned from the friction he felt; the most beautiful sound that filled Vincent's ears.

Humping against each other, something Vincent hadn't done since he was a teen. When he was new to sex and was too nervous to actual fuck the girl he was with. It was always messy in the end, as all the fluids would get trapped under each other's clothes. But, that's what showers were for! He also wanted to make Alastor feel good without making him feel uncomfortable. Just the nosies his made! It was like music to his ears! Also, in this position; he could see Alastor's expressions! The way his eyes would roll back when he would hit a sweet spot; when he would seem like he was holding his breath for a second before a moan would erupt from his throat! It was gorgeous!

"I'm...I'm so close..." Alastor breathed out, his nails digging into the back of Vincent's neck.

Humming, Vincent gripped onto Alastor's hips; rubbing himself hard. "I want you to cum for me, Al..."

Gridding his crouch into the television man, Alastor smiled. "And you can't cum until I say you can..."

"What!? Al! That's cruel!"

Alastor grinned, his high from the alcohol might have started to fade. "Do you want to cum, Vincent? Show me how bad you want it!" Rocking his hips hard and faster, the Radio Host moaned louder. Vincent soon feeling a wet spot against his crouch from the other man's seed.

"Please, Al..." Vincent begged. Watching Alastor move himself from his lap; spreading his legs apart and nestling his face against his clothed bulge.

"You know...you might not trust me after tomorrow. I'm a terrible person, Vincent." Alastor spoke, his hand reaching up to cup Vincent's crouch; squeezing roughly.

"Al..."

"Shh...let me speak." Alastor said, his hands now unbuttoning and unzipping the television man's pants. Freeing his hard, weeping cock from the trap behind the fabrics. His hand jerking his length. "My business that I have with my partner, Rosie. She helps married women that have horrible husbands. Men that have treated their wives poorly. These women go to her seeking help. Rosie's goal is to make sure these men can never harm these women again. That's when I come in."

Bring the tip of the cock to his lips, Alastor kissed it. His tongue licking the fluids that leaked out. "Vincent, I normally can't be friendly with another man. I hate them! The things some do to women is unacceptable! I watched my Father hurt my Mother for years!" Sucking hard on the tip, his brown eyes watch as Vincent threw his head back; begging to be able to cum.

"Ah ah. Not yet, Vee! Not until I'm done!" Alastor grinned; his thumb circling around the head as he continued. "That being said, you are the first man I have been able to trust. To get close with. So, I feel it is time to know what I actual do in this business. I kill people, Vincent. I murder these no good men! Making sure they are gone for good and can't hurt these poor women anymore! So, tell me, Vincent; are you going to stand by me? Or..."

"Or what?" Vincent looked down at the man between his legs. His vision going hazy from trying to hold his orgasm back for so long.

"Or do I have to kill you for telling you my secret!" Alastor spoke, his eyes looked like fire! It was frighting! He couldn't mean that, right?!

Swallowing hard, Vincent nodded. "I'll...I'll stick by you, Alastor! I...I won't tell a soul!"

Smiling, Alastor leaned forward; kissing the head of Vincent's dick. "Good boy. Now, I want you to cum, Vincent. Cum the hardest you have ever came! Only for me. You belong to me, Vincent Cox!"

......

Placing a couple suitcases in the trunk of the car, Vincent sighed as he looked up at the back of the head of the man that sat in the passenger seat. The man that he was head over heels for. The man that he hazily remember him telling him last night that he was a murderer! The conversion felt like a blur. Vincent was drunk and also his mind was fuzzy because he was trying to hold back from orgasming. FUCK! This was not what he had planned when he started liking Alastor! Only, he couldn't back out now! He didn't want to! But! FUCK! A MURDERER!?

Closing the trunk, Vincent took another deep breath before walking to the front of the car. His hand hesitated to open the door; grateful to see Alastor hadn't notice when he slipped into the drivers seat of the car. The Radio Host looking down at a map that he held open.

"It looks like we will be taking Highway 55 for a good bit." Alastor spoke, his eyes not leaving the map.

"Great." Vincent said, his voice sounding a bit nervous. Clearing his throat as he put the key in the ignition. He hadn't really spoken to Alastor much that morning. After he had grabbed some things for their travels last night. Both the men went back to the hotel room and went to bed. Vincent waking about five hours later and leaving to do his Morning Show; not waking Alastor when he did.

"Hmm." Alastor hummed, taking his eyes away from the map. "You okay, my good man?"

"Yep...perfect fine, Al." Vincent said, pulling the car out of the parking lot of the hotel and starting for the main road.

They drove in silence for a couple minutes; only for Vincent to yelp aloud when he felt Alastor place his hand on his thigh.

"You don't seem fine, Vincent." Alastor spoke, his hand rubbing his thigh.

"Alastor! Please! I'm driving!"

"You can still drive and talk." The Radio Host said.

"Please, move your hand!"

"Pull over."

"What!?" Vincent felt like he was going to pass out.

"You heard me. Pull over, Vincent." Alastor said, his voice calm.

Frowning, Vincent did as he was told, pulling the car off on the side of the road. His hands reaching for his hair once the car was in park, gripping the locks some. FUCK!

"Vincent. What is going through your mind right now?" Alastor asked, his voice sounding calm; so welcoming! How could this man be a murderer?!

"Fuck! Alastor! I've fallen for you and...and FUCK! How am I suppose to act normal knowing what you are!? What you have done!" Vincent cried, his eyes looking forward at the cars driving past them and not the man beside him.

"Vincent. Just so you know, I told you my secret because I trusted you. I'm going to need you to trust me." Alastor said, his hand lightly rubbing up and down the television man's thigh.

"Trust you?! How...how do I know I'm not your next victim?!"

Alastor laughed. "Oh, Vincent! If that was the case, I would have done it already! No, no! Vincent, I care very deeply for you. I could never hurt you! As I told you last night, you're the first man I have ever had any interest in getting to know!"

Swallowing, Vincent looked over at the man beside him now. "You care deeply for me?"

"Now don't let that get to your head, you silly man!" Alastor said, smiling as he moved the hand on Vincent thigh to cradle his cheek.

"Al..."

"Vincent, I'm still the same man I was before I told you my secret. Nothing is going to change between us. Okay?" Alastor said, his brown eyes looking deep into the blue ones of the other man's.

"Okay."

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"Fill her up!"

"Yes, sir!" The Service Station Attendant said, taking the $5 that Vincent stretched hand held out the window to him. The younger man fixing his white hat before shoving the bill into the pocket of his white pants and walking to the side of the car to fill it with gasoline.

Vincent sighed to himself, looking over at the man beside him. Alastor's eyes looking at a book he had brought with him. Most of the two hours so far had been quiet. Both men not saying much to each other. At times it did get a bit awkward, mostly as Vincent had this weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. Alastor told him nothing between the two of them had changed since the television man now knew what his side business was. But, Vincent couldn't get the taste out of his mouth. He was literally driving the Radio Host out to the middle of no where to murder someone!

Clearing his throat, Vincent took the keys out of the ignition and opened his door. "I'm going to get a pop; you want anything?" He asked the other man.

"I'll take one as well, my good man!" The Radio Host answered, not taking his eyes away from the book in his hand.

Closing the car door behind him, the television man walked up to the building near the gas pumps; opening the door in from of him. A small bell jiggled overhead, alerting a man behind a counter; whom Vincent acknowledged with a nod. Making his way over to a red cola cooler in the back, opening the lid and taking two glass bottles of pop out. Heading back towards the front, Vincent placed the bottles on the wooden counter, his blue eyes watching the man press some buttons on his cash register.

"Anything else for you, sir"

"No, that will do it. Thanks." Vincent said, taking out his wallet and handing the man a couple bills.

"You look a bit too sharp dressed for these parts. What brings you out this way?"

Feeling his ears grow warm as that nervous feeling came back to him. "Oh...just, driving down to see my sister and her family! It's my nephew's birthday!" Giving a smile, Vincent quickly grabbed the bottles off the counter and started out the door. His heart beating in his ears as he made his way back to the car; handing both the glass bottles to Alastor.

Stripping his arms out of his blue suit jacket once the car door was closed, the television man tossing it into the back seat and rolling up his white button up shirt sleeves.

"What are you doing?"

Looking over at the man in the car beside him, Vincent could still hear his heart beating in his ears. "N...nothing! I...I just felt warm." Vincent told Alastor; his hands moving to untie his tie from his neck once he was finished with his sleeves.

Snorting, Alastor opened one for the bottles of pop, offering it to the television man. "Did someone say something?"

"What do you mean?! No one said anything!" The frantic man reaching his hand to mess up the front of his hair some; it now looking like he had just gotten out of bed or something.

"Hmm." Alastor hummed, his eyes watching Vincent finally take the opened bottle from him and take a sip. "If you say so..."

Letting the crisp, cold liquid go down his throat, Vincent sighed as he watched the Radio Host open his bottle and take a drink as well. "The man inside said I looked like I didn't belong here..."

Alastor hummed again. "I see. So, I guess you are trying to 'fit in'."

"Well, yeah! I mean; you don't want to draw any attention to yourself! You said in your stories that a murderer is normally caught because they make themself too noticeable around others! Like, they are in the wrong place!"

Grinning, Alastor took another sip of his pop. "Very good! Glad to know you have been paying attention!" Opening his book back up, the Radio Host looking back at the last page he stopped on; while Vincent started the car back up. "I don't think messing up your hair was necessary, though."

Blushing, Vincent reached to pat his hair down some now. Only to hear Alastor chuckle before the Radio Host reached over and combed his thin fingers through the raven locks.

...........

"And whom should I put the room under?"

"Vin...Vox. Under Vox." Vincent rubbed his thumb over his nose; his eyes looking away from the man behind the desk in the lobby of the motel he stood in. He shouldn't give his real name; Alastor made it pretty clean in one of his radio shows that keeping an alias name was seen as a smart way to not get caught during one of these...shit! He couldn't even think the word in his head! Just even thinking the word 'murder' made his heart race!

"Mr. Vox, your room will be number 12. Check out is at 11am tomorrow." The man behind the desk handed the television man a gold key with a keychain that had a #12 on it. Taking the key, Vincent nodded before making his way out of the lobby and back towards the parked car. His companion leaning against the car door, smiling that million dollar smile once Vincent got closer.

"If anyone asks; my last name is Vox." He told the taller man, opening the trunk of the car and taking both suitcases out.

"Vox? Why Vox?" Alastor asked, following Vincent as he started from the car and towards the motel building.

Feeling flustered, Vincent stopped in front of the door labeled 12; sighing to himself to calm his nerves. "I don't know! I guess because it's like 'Cox' but with a V! Maybe that does sound stupid now that I said it out loud! I just..."

Alastor placed his hands on the frantic man's shoulders, chuckling some. "Vee, you're doing great!"

"I just...I don't want us to get caught is all."

"You have nothing to worry about, my dear. I've been doing this for almost 15 years now! I have become quite a professional!" Alastor said, taking the golden key from the other man's hand, unlocking the door to the room.

Stepping inside the room, Vincent sighing at the site of it. It wasn't a five star hotel; honestly something Vincent Cox felt he would never stay in if he had the chose! Only, this time he really didn't have any other chose but to stay in this dungy little motel room. The only motel that was around this quiet dusty town in the middle of no where. Dropping both the suitcases on the floor by the bed; the television man made his way to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Taking a piss; he wondered how Alastor was going to go on about this. The Radio Host speaking briefly in the car ride over that his business partner; Rosie spoke of that this man he was looking for would most likely be at a bar called "Sweet Water" later that night. As his 'wife' said that she was told by a friend that he liked to spend his nights there after work.

The thought made his stomach sick as he washed his hands in the sink and dried them off with a towel before walking back out into the room. Stopping in his steps when he saw a row of knives spread out on one of the beds; Alastor polishing one with a white handkerchief. The other man glancing over at Vincent when he saw him return. "Why do you look like you have seen a ghost, Vee?"

"Do you need that many?!"

Chuckling again, Alastor placed the knife that he had been cleaning down with the others before picking up another one off the bed. "I like to have my options."

Stepping closer to the bed, Vincent looked down at the 6 knives. Each one looking as smooth and clean as the next. "Have you...kill...used all of these before?" Vincent's voice cracking some.

Alastor nodded, placing the knife in his hand back with the others. "I do have a favorite. But yes."

Reaching his hand out to touch the one closest to him; gliding his thumb along the blade before quickly pulling back. Blood pooling out of the now slice on the pad of his thumb. Hearing Alastor chuckle before taking his hand in his; the other's brown eyes looking at the fresh cut.

"I should have warned you, they're really sharp." Alastor spoke, bring the thumb to his lips and sucking the blood from the cut.

"Alastor..."

Removing Vincent's thumb from his mouth, Alastor licking his bottom lip before speaking. "Come with me tonight, Vee."

"Al...I don't think..."

"Vincent, I want you there. I want you to watch me."

Vincent felt his cheeks grow warm, nodding at the other man before he brought his bleeding thumb back to his lips.

.............

Vincent took a sip from the crystal in his hand, placing it back on the wooden counter he rested his arms against. Sleeves of his buttoned up shirt rolled up, feeling the coolness of the counter on his forearm. His blue eyes watching his partner talking to a man across from him. It wasn't too hard to find this man; as he was just as his wife described him. Tall and lanky with brown hair and green eyes; a scar on his cheek in the shape of a horse shoe. His skin looked like it saw the sun often; leathery in texture. Bring his glass back to his lips, Vincent watched as the man laughed at something Alastor said to him. For someone that spoke of hating to socialize with people he didn't know, Alastor seemed to be really good at it. The man slowly turning into putty from the alcohol Alastor kept ordering him and the way he laughed at the others jokes.

"Would you like another?"

Looking up at the bartender in front of him, Vincent shook his head. The man laying a receipt out in front of him. Watching Alastor rise from his seat now; helping the other man to his feet, slinging his arm over his shoulder before looking Vincent's way. The Radio Host motioning his head towards the door. Placing a couple dollar bills on the receipt, Vincent got to his feet. Waiting for Alastor and his man to walk out of the bar first before leaving after him a couple minutes later.

"Oh, James! That was absolutely hilarious!"

Finding Alastor outside of the bar with his victim; now that Vincent could get a better look at him, the man being drunk out of his mind that he could barely stand on his own.

"Oh, Vee! I was wondering if I would see you tonight! This here is my pal, James! Do you mind helping me get him over to that barn over there to sober up? It's getting late and the poor lad doesn't think he can make it home." Alastor spoke to Vincent. His voice sounding friendlier than normal.

Smiling at Alastor, Vincent nodded. "Anything for you, my good friend!" The television man took hold of James's other arm, draping it over his shoulder.

"That's awfully kind of you two men. What were your names again?"

"Oh, James! You know who I am! I'm Joe and this is my friend Mr. Vox!" Alastor spoke, walking in the direction of the barn near by. Dragging James with them for about ten minutes. Vincent pushed open the door; the dark building being mostly empty, only a couple piles of hay and a broken table and chairs. Watching the other two walk into the building, Alastor helping James over to a chair that was at the table. Vincent feeling his stomach flip, watching James lean his arms and head on the table in front of him. This was really about to happen! He was really about to see the man he had falling head over heels for about to kill this man they just met tonight!

Closing the door to the barn behind him, Vincent almost felt he was about to jump out of his skins when he heard the sound of Alastor dragging the chair James was seated in away from the table. The man almost falling forward before sitting straight back up once the chair was pulled away from the table.

"Sorry, my good man! Didn't mean to startle you!" Alastor said with a smile, walking behind James as he spoke. "So, tell me James; what happened to Abby's arm?"

"Who?" James asked, his head falling to the side as if he couldn't hold it up. The man's eyes soon looked to almost pop out of his skull, at that moment Alastor grabbed the man by the back of his brown hair. Pulling his head up to look at him.

"Abby; long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, broken arm...your wife!" Alastor spoke to the man, pulling his head further back before letting it go. James's head falling back to the side.

Trying to sit up in the chair some, James grinned. "Oh! My wife! HA! How the fuck should I know what happened to her arm! I left that BITCH two months ago!" The man started to laugh; only the laughter didn't last long. Alastor soon holding a knife against the man's throat.

Chuckling, Alastor pressed the blade to the mans neck. "I had a feeling you would say that. You know what happened to her arm, James. Because she said you're the one that did it!"

"Maybe I did...but you have no proof!" James spat; his eyes looking larger as he looked scared to swallow.

"What about Mary Ann? Hm? What happened to her? You know. Your daughter!"

"How...how do you know about Mary Ann?! She's gone! I took care of it! Please! Who set you up to this?! Who?!"

"SHUT UP!" Alastor pressed the knife closer to the other man's throat. "You know what happened to Mary Ann! You're the bastard that killed her! Making it seem like she drowned in that lake! Only, when Abby started to question you about it; you felt you had to find a way to put her in her place!"

Moving the knife away from the other man's throat; Alastor stepped away from James. Vincent could see the fire in his eyes. It was frightening! The Radio Host must have felt Vincent's eyes watching him more closely; he smiled to his partner. "Vox, come here."

Feeling frozen in his steps, Vincent shook his head. Was he crazy!? There was no way in Hell he was getting close to him! Not when his partner was like this!

"Vee, for me." Alastor's eyes looked over his thin rimmed glasses; those deep brown eyes. The way they made him feel weak. Made him feel like he could do anything for this man. Swallowing hard, Vincent nodded; stepping close to Alastor, his hand taking the out stretched hand that reached for him. Watching the other hand that held the knife move to place the knife in the television man's hand now. "I know I said I wanted you to watch me. But; what if you helped."

"What! Al...Joe! I..."

"Shh...call me by my name. He won't be alive, remember." Alastor spoke softly into Vincent ear. Leaving the knife in his partner's hand, the Radio Host stepped back over to his victim; placing his hand over the left side of his chest. "Just right here, Vee. No one deserves to have a heart for what he has done to his family."

"Al...I...can't! This isn't who I am! I didn't even want to come here! I came here..."

"For me?" Alastor cut Vincent off, smiling. "You said you would do anything for me, Vincent."

"Vincent? Vincent Cox? From the television? I...I knew you looked familiar!" James stuttered, only for Alastor to grab hold of his hair again; making the man yelp.

"See, Vee? He already knows too much. He will rat you out. Think about your reputation."

"You..." Vincent felt his ears grow hot. There was no way he could kill another! He knew he had done a lot of fucked up shit in his life. But kill?! Was this just some kind of sick twisted game that Alastor was doing to him?! What kind of psychological words was he putting in his brain?! What would happened to him if he didn't do as the other said!?

Swallowing hard, Vincent stepped closer to James; looking up at Alastor as he stood behind the other man. Staring into his partner's brown eyes; the television man shifted the knife in his hand. Biting his bottom lip, he stabbed the other man in his chest where Alastor's hand once was, not taking his eyes off the one he loved as he drove the knife deeper into the man's chest. The sounds of the victims pain, lost to him as he watched the other before him smile. Alastor reached across the dying man between them to cup Vincent face in his hands; kissing him deeply.

.......

He coughed again, the burning acidity feeling stinging the back of his throat. Using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth, Vincent looked down at the mess he had made before he feet. After he had broken the kiss with Alastor; his mind came back to reality, seeing the lifeless man between them. His eyes large and frozen in time; his mouth ajar, silent from the last cry that had erupted from it. He did that! He ended this man’s life! It made him sick! Literally sick! Vincent quickly moved away from the Radio Host and outside the barn. Losing his stomach once he was welcome by the cold night air.

“Completely normal, my dear!” Alastor spoke, him now standing behind the television man, his hand resting on his hunched over back. Vincent coughing again and spitting out more stomach acid.

Straightening his back upright, Vincent looked over at the Radio Host; that smile of his plastered on his face. “The FUCK, Alastor! This is not what I signed up for!”

“And what exactly did you sign up for, Vincent?” Alastor asked, his eyes watched the other man comb his fingers through his own raven hair.

“I don’t know! Someone to spend time with! To kiss and fuck! Not to help murder someone!” Vincent spat, his hands gripping onto his hair locks now. Something he seemed to do when he would get frustrated.

Chuckling, Alastor reached to take Vincent hands away from his hair; scared that one day he might actually pull it all out. Rubbing his thumbs on the back of the television man’s hands. The Radio Host eyes looked into the blue ones in front of him. “Vincent, I told you that you might not like the real me. Yes, I can be kind and gentle. But I also can be a monster to ones that deserve it. I want you to stick by me. And by doing that; we would have to do this often. I love the rush, Vincent. Didn’t you feel it?”

“I…I didn’t. I only felt sick.”

“You will get used to it. Feeling sick is a normal feeling. I felt it after my first couple victims. But then, I started to feel something different. Like, a rush of power! The fear. I crave it, Vincent!”

His stomach turned again, swallowing back the bitter taste in his mouth; fighting the feeling of throwing up again. Vincent shook his head, taking in a deep breath of the cold night air. "I killed him, Alastor...you tricked me!"

The Radio Host chuckled. "And how did I trick you, Vee? I just helped you relax."

"Don't you..."

"Vincent, we are wasting time." Alastor interrupted. "The human body starts to break down minutes after it is deceased. Go back to the car and get the empty gas can out of the trunk. There should be one there. Walk about a half a mile North to the gas station that we passed before going to the bar."

"Alastor, I really..."

"Vincent!" The Radio Host voice was stern; almost frighting! His long fingers grabbing ahold of his partner's shirt collar, forcing the television man to look into his brown eyes. "You want to be with me, yes? Every partnership has its challenges. Yes; you might not agree to my side hobby. But I need you to do this for me. We can discuss more about this later. Now please. Do as I told you!"

Something in his gut told him he shouldn't disobey this man. What could happen to him if he did!? Once the hands let go of his shirt collar, Vincent nodded at Alastor; not saying a word while he walked away from the other. Turning to look back over his shoulder for a second, only to see the Radio Host turn back to the barn. He didn't feel his feet moving from under him; feeling numb and not alive anymore. He carried himself back to the parked car near the bar. To walking to the gas station; paying the service man for the gas and then walking back to the barn.

Stopping at the open door; only to feel his stomach turn again when the smell hit him. It wasn't rot; no, far from that! This smell was different; a very strong metallic scent! The feeling of being more sick grew again; his eyes spotting the man he adored, the front of his shirt covered in blood! Alastor turned to look back at his partner when he heard someone enter, waving his hand; covered in blood as well, to the other.

"So; I'm just about done. I was wanting to see if you wanted to help me." Alastor spoke, standing in front of the body; which was now cut up. It looked like how someone would cut up cattle; as if this man wasn't once a human, but an animal.

Vincent stomach turned again, covering his hand over his mouth, trying to stop the feeling of getting sick again. "The fuck...Alastor!"

"My apologies, my dear! I guess I forgot to tell you this little part!"

"Little! This is..." Vincent felt his guts flip again; turning away from his partner and the now chopped up body. This wasn't normal! What the HELL had he walked into! This man! The man he had fallen in love with! He was a murder. AND! A FUCKING CANNIBAL!

........

Blue eyes looked up at the dark ceiling above him; the television man's back pressed into the uncomfortable mattress under him. His mind recalling everything that had happened that night. The dead body. The blood. Parts of the man wrapped neatly in white parchment paper. The smell of gasoline. Of smoke. Of fire! The flames that licked the barn in a matter of seconds after the first match was lit. The warmth from the fire. The brown eyes that watched him. The sticky, blood covered hand that took hold of his. It didn't feel real! None of it did!

Breathing in a deep breath, Vincent turned his head to look over at the second bed in the room, Alastor's back facing him. Sighing, he didn't know what to do about all this. How could he be okay with this part of Alastor? This wasn't normal! How could he keep this part hidden?! A sane person would go straight to the police! Only, he couldn't! This was the first person that made him feel wanted; to feel something more than lust!

Vincent turned to look back up at the ceiling, his mind racing. Maybe this would get easier? What was he thinking! He couldn't be okay with this! But what if? The people that Alastor killed were awful people. Heck, the one that was murdered tonight killed his own child! It wasn't right. It wasn't okay. But why did it feel okay because Alastor was doing it? That he could forgive the man he cared most about for doing these things because it was the right thing to do?

"Alastor?" Vincent whispered into the dark. Soon to hear the man in the other bed move, the bed squeaking from underneath.

"Yes, Vee?"

Breathing in deeply, Vincent turned to look back over at the other man in the bed next to him. "I'm sorry."

Alastor chuckled some. "What for?"

Swallowing hard, Vincent pulled his bedsheets off himself and moved to sit up; draping his legs over the bed. "I...I'm sorry I panicked. That I snapped at you and treated you like a monster..."

"Hmm. Well, I kind of am a monster, Vee."

"That's not the point, Alastor! I...I was scared! I trust you. I do. It's just...this is going to take some getting used to is all..." Vincent said, looking at the brown eyes across from him. The only light in the room coming from the street lights that shown through the thin curtain in the motel room. The way the light danced on the other man's cheekbones, it made the small bits of copper in his brown eyes shine more.

"Come here, Vee."

Rising to his feet, Vincent sat down on the other mattress across from his; crawling into the welcomed bed sheets that Alastor held open for him. Laying down beside the other man, feeling his arm hug across his back as the Radio Host pulled him closer to his body. The warmth he felt from the other, it was relaxing and comforting; as if the thought of this exact man murdering and chopping up others wasn't real.

Breathing in his scent of tobacco and a hint of something sweet; like cinnamon, Vincent sighed softly. Closing his eyes as he felt the other man kiss the top of his head. For the first time that day, he felt safe.

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The smell of cinnamon. The gentle sound of breathing from the one beside him that slept. Vincent woke still held in the arms that kept him safe and warm. Was this what being in love felt like? If it was, he never wanted to leave from this feeling.

Alastor stirred some in his sleep, hugging his arms tighter around Vincent; his knee slipping between the other man's legs. Pressed against his crouch! The other man felt his skin grow warmer from the pressure on his crouch now. He knew that Alastor didn't think anything of it; as the Radio Host seemed to never have sex on the brain, unless Vincent encouraged it. Taking in a deep shaking breath; feeling himself starting to grow hard against the knee. Shifting his hips some to ease the feeling and hoping the other didn't notice.

"None of that now."

Vincent froze, he had been caught! A grin formed on his lips, opening his eyes now to see the Radio Host still had his closed. "You're the one that put your knee there." he whispered.

Alastor hummed before pressing his lips against Vincent's forehead. "So needy."

"Only to you. You make me feel something new, Al."

"Oh?"

Watching the brown eyes of the owner in front of him open; the color warm and welcoming. Vincent felt he could get lost in those eyes. "Trust."

"Trust?"

Smiling at the man in front of him, Vincent reached to cup his hand on the back of Alastor's neck. "Yes. Something I've never felt with someone before." There was also another word he felt around the Radio Host. But he dare not say it out loud. Not yet at least. But love. OH! How he felt love right then and there. For once it was real. Not the fake kind he would feel with others he had been with in the past.

“That’s not the word I was expecting you to say.” The Radio Host said, one of his hands now creeping to rest on Vincent hip. A finger slipping under the electric band of his boxers.

Shifting his hips more against the knee that still pressed to his crotch, the other man not making it any easier from wanting to grind against the other. “What? You thought I might say something else?”

“Hmm.” Alastor hummed, his hand moving more under the band of fabric. His fingers felt like hot coals on the sensitive skin. “Yes, but I feel it’s too soon for that. Now, should I help you get rid of this hard on before I take a shower?”

Did this man just ask what he thought is just asked?! Asking permission to pleasure him?! Blushing, Vincent buried his head into the nook of Alastor’s neck. “Don’t ask that! Just…just do it!”

Alastor chuckled some. “My, my. Did I embarrass the big, mighty Television Host? It only seems right to ask. As I was the one that brought it on.”

Vincent moved his head from the nook he had hid in. “Stop teasing me…that voice of yours…”

Humming again, Alastor smiled at the other man; his hand moving more down his boxers. “My voice? Does it do things to you, my Vox?” His thin fingers found the harden member; closing around it gently.

Blue eyes closing shut, Vincent breathed in deep; his head started to spin once his partner’s hand wrapped around his penis. A soft sigh of pleasure slipping past his parted lips. “Fuck…” he breathed out, his eyes opening back up to look at the brown ones in front of him.

“So, tell me about my voice, Vee. What does it do to you?” Alastor asked, his hand squeezing around the television man’s dick more. Giving a small jerk while his other hand moved to the other side of Vincent’s hip. Pulling the band of the boxers down to free the pulsing rod from it’s fabric prison.

The air was so warm then, heavy with sex. Just from a hand job. Vincent was scared to know how the air around them would feel when they finally had sex. Would there be any oxygen left? He still hadn’t answered Alastor, his mind swimming with arousal. How did this man expect him to speak? “I…I was turned on from your voice the first time I heard it on the radio. It’s…so soothing to the ears. I…I want to drown in it.”

Chuckling, Alastor leaned in to kiss the man in front of him. “Well, normally people look for a soothing voice to listen to on the radio. It’s human nature to want to listen to someone that can help them relax.”

Grunting as he felt the hand around his penis give a firm jerk. The feeling of coming felt so close. “Al…if it was possible to fuck your voice…I would.”

The Radio Host laughed then. “Hmm. I can see my voice has really put you under a spell. Tell me, my Vox. How would you fuck a voice, if it was possible?”

Sweat droplets started to form on his brow. Why did this feel so good?! Never had a hand job felt this intoxicated! Not like he had ever had a bad one before; most had felt nice, but never this breath taking! Maybe it was because it was someone that made him feel weak for. Someone he wanted to please and always be around. “Alastor…I’m…I’m so close…”

“Not until you tell me how to fuck a voice.”

“Al…”

“You have a clever mind, Vee. I know you would know.” Alastor said, smiling as he started to jerk his hand more quicker.

“Fuck!” Vincent moaned; he was so close to spilling. “Alastor…I…would fuck it how I wish to fuck you. Gently at first…then I would give you the best ride of your life…”

Alastor hummed. “Go on.”

His hand loosely around Alastor head still, from where it once was cupping the back of his neck. Vincent moved to grip onto the curly brown locks in the back. Breathing harder as his orgasm was so close, he could almost taste it! “I…I never thought of a voice having an actual form…would it be like a body?”

“You tell me, Vee.” Alastor’s smiled.

Moaning, the tight feeling in his lower abdomen growing stronger. “Yes…GOD! It would look like it sounds…”

The Radio Host giggled, his thumb massaging around the head of his cock now. Pushing onto the hole some; as if he was trying to keep the cum from coming out. “Do you know how it looks?”

It was coming! He couldn’t hold back anymore! Biting his bottom lip, the television man thrusted his hips some. Speaking before he let his seed spill. “Beautiful!”

Looking down at the hand that held his dick under the bedsheets. His boxers pulled halfway down. Moaning loudly, his blue eyes watching the white subset squirt from his tip. The hand that was around his cock squeezed tighter, as if to milk every last drop.

“So good. My perfect Vox.” Alastor praised him, soon to press his lips against his forehead. “So good for me.”

Feeling the hand move from his cock now, Vincent turned to roll over on his back. Breathing in deep to try and catch his breath. FUCK! That was amazing! Between coming down from his high; the television man looked back over at his partner, seeing him bring the hand that was covered in his spill to his lips. Licking his tongue between his fingers. SHIT! THAT WAS HOT!

“Fuck, Alastor!” Vincent breathed out, watching the other man suck his own fingers between his lips.

The Radio Host giggled. “I enjoy your taste, Vee. All of you.”

Grinning, Vincent sat up now, pulling the rest of his boxers off. “Not surprised to hear that from a cannibal.”

Smiling as well, Alastor leaned over to kiss Vincent. “I’m going to go shower. Care to join me?”

……….

Even though he had seen Alastor bear below the belt; he had never seen the man completely naked. Why did he feel shy about it? He had seen the most intimate parts of this man; why would seeing him completely undressed make any difference?

Vincent's eyes watched the Radio Host lift himself from the bed; dressed in a matching set of silk red pajamas. Eying the taller man unbuttoning the first couple white buttons on the front of the shirt before disappearing into the bathroom. His stomach gave a flip once he heard the sound of running water from the bathtub and the shower being turned on. Even though they weren't going to have sex; most likely not do anything sexual in the matter. Why did this feeling feel like they were going to? That showering together was more intimate then actual having sex.

"Are you coming?"

Shaking his head for a second, guessing he had spaced out for a moment; only to feel his cheeks go warm in a blush. Standing by the open bathroom door was the Radio Host; completely naked! Without clothes covering his form; Vincent could see how thin his stature was, which was the ideal weight for his height. His chest lean and normal, showing no sign that he did any upper body work outs daily. Between his pecks was a small patch of darker hair, similar in texture like the hair what was above his cock. His cock; even though he was soft, Alastor still had some length. Vincent swallowed; his legs feeling like jello when he moved himself from the bed and towards his partner.

Alastor chuckled. "Why do you look so nervous?"

Blushing again, Vincent shook his head; pulling his t-shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor. "I'm not nervous!"

Feeling the taller man place the palm of his hand on his bare back now; encouraging the television man to enter more into the room. Which was already filling with warm steam from the shower. "I thought you were more experienced when it came to stuff like this." Alastor said, moving over to the bathtub now, pulling back the plastic curtain and stepping in. His hand holding the curtain back for Vincent to join him.

"Well...not with another man...I mean...yeah, I've taken showers before with a woman..." Vincent spoke, following Alastor into the bathtub now; being welcomed by the hot water droplets on his exposed skin.

The other man smiled, ducking his head under the shower head, letting the hot water soak his curls. His hands combing through his own hair before reaching to bring Vincent body close to his. Stepping closer to Alastor, Vincent pressed his bare chest against the one in front of him. The skin to skin contact feeling warm and comforting. Looking at the one in front of him, Vincent closed his blue eyes; his lips pressed against the man’s that held him. Tongues tangling together; the air growing more hotter then before and it not being from the water. Were they actual going to fuck here? In the shower? It was a tight space. Would it even be comfortable here? Would it...? His lungs were screaming! Why couldn't he breathe! AIR!

Coughing, Vincent pulled his face away from the other man's. Water making its way into his nose and down his throat! Feeling Alastor's thin fingers in his hair now; releasing that the other had pulled his head under the shower head while they had been kissing. "Are you trying to drown me!?" Vincent coughed again. Opening his eyes back up and seeing the man in front of him adding shampoo from a bottle into his hand.

Laughing, Alastor moved his hands back to Vincent's hair; scrubbing his fingers through it with the shampoo now. "I thought we were getting clean. Not planing to do something dirty."

Blushing again, Vincent closed his eyes once more; taking in the relaxing feeling of Alastor messaging the shampoo thought his hair. His thin fingers combing the suds against his scalp. No wonder women would go to get their hair done at the salon! This was heavenly!

As soon as the fingers had once been against his scalp, they were removed. "You can rinse now." The Radio Host spoke. Vincent opening his eyes now to see Alastor adding some shampoo to his own curls. Moving his head back under the water; closing his eyes for a short bit before opening them back up again. Watching the man in front of him scrub his own scalp. FUCK! Alastor was so perfect even when he didn't try to be. Vincent was falling hard! Well...also growing hard as his eyes traveled down the Radio Host's body.

Once the shampoo was rinsed out of the other's hair, Vincent found his hands on Alastor again; bring his lips to kiss the ones in front of him. Pulling the other's hips close to his; their cocks pressed against each others. The television man's hand moving to cup against the Radio Host's butt cheek. The moment felt so heated; only for it to not last long! Vincent feeling the burning feeling of water in his lungs again, a grip on the back of his head as Alastor pulled his face away from his and toward the water!

Coughing again, Vincent moved away from the other man; his lungs burning with the need for air. "FUCK!"

"I will actual drown you if you keep interrupting with the task at hand, Vincent." Alastor spoke, his voice sounding more calm then Vincent felt it should.

"Let me return the favor." Vincent said between coughs. "You pleasured me. Let me try something new...you might like it."

"I'm perfectly fine, thank you. Plus; we need to get back to Chicago today." Alastor spoke; picking up a bar of soap now and scrubbing it into a wash cloth.

Laughing, Vincent watched the man in front of him. "This won't take too long! Maybe I enjoy seeing you get off?"

"Vincent..." Alastor protested; only to be cut off when Vincent slipped his arms back around his waist. His hands resting on his butt cheeks.

"I want you to be comfortable when we actual fuck..."

"We spoke that we wouldn't rush into things!" Alastor sputtered. His cheeks now a bit pink in a blush.

"I know, but we have already pushed past that barrier. Let me try this. You might really like it, Al." Vincent said, his hand slipping between Alastor's cheeks. His index finger lightly circling around the pucker. Feeling Alastor let out a shaky breath, the television man could also feel the other's heart pounding in his chest with how close their bodies were.

Alastor breathed out again. "Isn't that spot too dirty to touch?"

Smiling, Vincent felt the pucker start to soften some under his finger. "Do you want me to stop?"

The Radio Host shook his head. "Not yet. I'm interested to see how I can feel pleasure from this now."

Vincent grinned before crashing his lips back into the other man's. The pucker opening up for him now; gentle he pushed the tip of his finger inside. Prodding at the opening before pushing in more. Alastor gasping against his lips before pulling away and resting his chin on his shoulder. "You okay?"

Alastor gasped again before mumbling under his breath. "Deeper."

"What?"

"Deeper!

Doing as he was told, Vincent slammed his finger quickly all the way into the opening! Only for a louder gasp to escape from the other man. The Radio Host was breathing much harder now.

"More!"

"More what?" Vincent asked, smiling as his other hand messaged one of the Radio Host's ass cheeks.

"I need you to add more!"

Vincent chuckled. It was like a switch had flipped on inside the Radio Host. For one, that moments ago didn't want to be played with, now was begging for it! "Do you want my dick?"

"No...not yet. Just...fingers." Alastor breathed out. Shifting his hips against the finger inside him.

Smiling, Vincent pulled his index finger all the way out before circling the opening with both the index and the middle. Pushing them both in gently and all the way inside. The man that held on to him shook some, humming a sound of pleasure by the television man's ear.

"More."

"You think you can take more?" Vincent purred, moving the hand that once rested on his ass to cup the back of Alastor's head.

"Yes...please, Vee!" Alastor begged. He was begging! SHIT!

Bring both the fingers out again, Vincent circled the hole with his four fingers, minus his thumb. He wondered if he could get all four in there. The most he could get into a woman's pussy were three; many of them only able to take that much. But Alastor; he begged for more and he hadn't even started moving or thrusting his fingers in him yet! Squishing his four fingers together, Vincent pushed into the pucker; Alastor shaking more once the fingers were all the way in.

Alastor gasped again, his fingernails now digging into Vincent's back. "So. Full."

Vincent smiled, moving his fingers to push in and thrust back out. Fuck! This man was so hot inside! He couldn't wait to have his dick engulfed! Curling his fingers up, reading somewhere before that there was a little ball of nerves that was sensitive when touched. Wiggling his fingers against the walls of the Radio Host's opening, soon to hear another gasp from the other moments later.

"There?" The television host asked with a grin.

"Hmmm. Yes! Right there! Fuck!" Alastor breathed out, his hips rolling against the fingers inside him now.

Fingers pressing more and more into the spot, Vincent held onto Alastor as he pretty much fucked himself on his fingers. Moaning out his name and begging for the television man to not stop. He never thought he would see this man loose himself sexually; normally it was the other way around. It didn't take long for Alastor to reach his climax; biting down onto Vincent's shoulder as he came. Once his hips had stopped moving and his breathing started to ease; Vincent slowly started to remove his fingers. Only for the taller man to reach around and grab hold of his wrist.

"Keep them there. I like how full they make me feel."

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"So, who was your first victim?" Vincent asked the one beside him as they drove down the highway. It had been about an hour after they had left the little town in the middle of no where. After stopping for gasoline and a quick stop to the nearest post office, where Alastor shipped the meat back to New Orleans. The meat that Vincent had forgotten about until he saw the wooden box it sat in, covered in salt, that Alastor must have done when they got back to the motel that night. He guessed that was something he had forgot about or missed; as he admits not being in the right mind set after they returned.

Chuckling, Alastor flipped a page in his book. Making Vincent wondering if the man had actual been reading. The television man chatting more on this drive than he had on the way down. "Why do you wonder that?"

"Well, I don't know. I mean, if I'm going to have to get used to you killing others. I feel I should at least know who was the one that made you want to do such a thing." Vincent said, looking over at Alastor for a small second. His partner chuckling again.

"I didn't have a chose with my first victim, to be quite honest. I couldn't stand seeing the only person I cared about get hurt anymore! She never did any harm and was only trying to make sure I was safe!" Alastor spoke, not turning his eyes away from his book. He grew silent for a minute, only to sigh. "It was my father."

SHIT! "Really?!" Vincent felt his stomach drop; maybe he shouldn't have asked that question. He knew that he was going to learn things about Alastor that was going to make him a bit uncomfortable. Just he never expected it to be one of the man's own family.

Nodding, Alastor turned another page in his book. "Unfortunately. He would beat the shit out of my mother when he would get drunk. Which was often. Mother never let him lay a hand on me. When I was really young, she would tell me to go into my room and lock the door. My safety was more important to her. Only, once I was in my teens; I just couldn't see her get hurt anymore."

"One night, I took maters into my own hands. After he came home from the bar; I waited for him. Once he got close to the property; I snuck up behind him and bashed him in the head with a shovel. It killed him instantly! At first I wasn't sure what to do. I couldn't let Mother see him! There was a small lake on our property; so, I dragged his body there; leaving him in the lake. In the morning, Mother found him and assume that he had been too drunk and drowned in the lake."

Swallowing hard, Vincent felt his stomach turn, what had he gotten himself into?! "How old were again?"

"15." Alastor said, his sounded so casual. As if killing another was just as normal as going to work or shopping in a store.

The rest of the ride back to Chicago was a bit quiet; Vincent asking Alastor about Rosie and how he met her. He spoke of how she had reached out to him when she happened to see him try to get rid of a body. Unlike some people that would have turned the man into the authorities; Rosie felt that she could used Alastor's skills for her new business. Helping woman get rid of men that had done them wrong. The thought of when the idea of consuming others started to happen, crossed Vincent's mind as well. Finding out it was Rosie that got him involved with consuming some of the victims.

"She ate her own husband." Alastor said, not looking away from his book.

Chucking, awkwardly; Vincent turned his eyes away from the road for a second to look over at Alastor. Only to not see him laugh. "Fuck! You're serious!"

"Of course! Why would I lie about something like that!" Alastor said with a smile.

........

They reached Chicago in the afternoon, Vincent dropped Alastor back off at the hotel, speaking he would stop by later to grab dinner. After returning the car back to the rental, Vincent took a cab back to his apartment. Climbing the stairs, his hand pulling his key out of his pants pocket once he reached the door. Taking in a deep breath, the television man unlocked the door, finding the apartment to be dark. Not even any of the windows open. He moved to the closest window in the living room, opening it to let some light in. Something felt off. Why did the room feel empty to him?

"Maggie?" Vincent called out, assume she would be there. It being Sunday and she wouldn't be working around this time of day.

Removing his coat, Vincent laid it on the sofa. Something wasn't right! Making his way to the bed room; only to find all the drawers in the dresser opened and emptied. None of Maggie's clothes to be found!

"Shit, Shit!"

Storming out of his room, grabbing the phone off the table by the sofa; his fingers pressing the buttons to dial Elizabeth's number. The phone rang once, only for him to hang the phone back up and dial a different number. He couldn't call Elizabeth! He shouldn’t get her involved! Listening to the rings only for someone to answer.

"Stars Berry Hotel, Jane speaking." The woman on the other line spoke to him.

"Transfer me to the room of Alastor Heartfelt, please!"

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Each passing day. Each time he walked past her desk and didn't see her there. The bed even felt lonely without her beside him. Not being able to sleep well the first night. No one had heard from her. She didn't even show up for work the day he was out of town. Maggie. He never meant to hurt her. To make her just disappear without a word.

He ended up calling Elizabeth one evening after work; only for her to speak of not knowing of Maggie's whereabouts. Speaking of how she hadn't seen her in a couple days. The thought that she was actual gone for good felt too real on the fourth day after he returned back to work. Which only grew to the annoying feeling that he would have to look for a new secretary.

Smashing the last bit of his cigarette into the ashtray on his desk, Vincent pushed himself up from his chair. He rose to his feet, picking up his coffee mug in the process; empty and needing to be refilled. Starting towards the door to his office, grumbling to himself about how he needed to fetch his own coffee now that he didn't have a secretary to do it for him. His hand turning the golden door knob only to freeze in his steps once the door was open. Vincent's blue eyes spotting the missing red head standing behind the secretary desk!

Almost dropping the empty coffee mug in his hand; Vincent watched as the red head stopped looking in the drawer of the desk she stood behind. Biting her bottom lip as her green eyes looked up to meet the blues looking back at her.

"Maggie..."

"Mr. Cox." Maggie said, straightening herself back up from hunching over the desk, closing the open drawer. "I have come to collect my things. I will be resigning from Spirit Broadcasting."

"Maggie, a word, please!" Vincent begged, stepping close to the desk in between them. Jumping some when she slammed a stack of folders on top of the wood.

"I wish to be on my way, Mr. Cox. Now, if you don't mind." Maggie spoke, her voice sounding very stern.

Reaching for the woman's hand that rested on the desk, only for her to quickly pull away. "Maggie, where have you been?! I...us here at Spirit Broadcasting have been worried about you!"

Watching her bring the hand Vincent had touched close to her chest, rubbing the back of it with her other hand. As if she was trying to wipe away the feeling of his touch on her. "Mr. Cox, I..."

"Please, can we talk in my office? Maggie, please!"

Sighing, Maggie nodded. Moving from behind the desk and walking into the open door past Vincent, him following her and closing it behind him. They stood in silence for a minute or two; she looking everywhere around the room but at him, her arms crossed over her chest. He could tell she really didn't want to be alone in this room with him. But he needed a straight answer.

"Why?"

"Why what, Vincent?" Maggie said, her green eyes finally looking at him.

Vincent sitting the coffee mug back down on his desk; stepping closer to the red head. "Why did you leave? I came home and all your things were gone! I...I don't understand why, Maggie?!"

"You know perfectly well why I left, Vincent! I can't do this anymore! Stringing me along and not giving me real answers!" Tears started to form in her eyes now. "I...I loved you, Vincent Cox...and I thought you loved me...but...I guess I was wrong."

He reached out to touch her again, but recoiled back when she shifted her shoulders away from him. "Maggie...Doll...what would make you think that I don't?"

"Don't call me, Doll, Vincent! I'm not your Doll! I know you have found someone else! You come home smelling like another! Cinnamon! You claim to be out with Mr. Heartfelt; but I know that's not the case! I'm done, Vincent!"

Sighing, Vincent felt his stomach turn; little did she know, he was telling the truth. He was with Alastor each time he said he was out. "Maggie...just where have you been...I was worried sick about you."

"As if you really cared! Didn't you see my note!? I've been with Elizabeth! But of course, I told her to lie to you that I wasn't there! I wish to not see you anymore! I was really hoping to not run into you today, Vincent!" Maggie snapped, turning on her heels to leave.

"Maggie! Please! Wait! I..."

Watching the red head reach for the door knob only for the door to open right as she did; stumbling in her steps when she was faced to face with the tall Radio Host!

"Oh! Maggie dear! Wonderful to see you! I hope I'm not interrupting something!" Alastor said, smiling down at the red head. Her cheeks a bit pink in a blush once she released who was standing at the door in front of her.

"Mr. Heartfelt! I...I didn't release you were still in town!" Maggie said, only for her eyes to grow large as something must have came to her when she looked at the man before her. "Mr. Heartfelt...um...don't mind me asking, but, are you wearing something that smells like cinnamon?"

"Hmm." Alastor hummed, only to soon laugh. "Why yes, my pomade has a light smell of cinnamon. Why you ask?"

Blushing, Maggie looked from Alastor to back at Vincent. "No reason. Nice see you again, Mr. Heartfelt." Pushing past the Radio Host, the red head started out of the office.

"Fuck!" Vincent mumbled under his breath, pushing past Alastor as well, his feet chasing after the woman. "Maggie, wait!"

"I don't know what you have been doing in your spare time, Vincent! But I want nothing to do with it!" She started to run; damnit, she was fast!

"Maggie! Stop!" Chasing after the red head, Vincent finally caught up to her. Grabbing ahold of her wrist and pinning her against the closet wall.

She made a noise like he had knocked the air out of her lungs, twisting her arm out of his grip. "Vincent..."

"You can't tell anyone! Not a soul! Maggie, this will destroy me! You understand!" The television man scolded at her, his eyes glaring down at her as if he was trying to force his words into her mind.

Maggie swallowed hard. "Vincent..."

"Please, Maggie." He begged, his voice no louder than a whisper. "Please."

"We can get you help. I know of some places that others with this problem have gone to..." Maggie stated.

Laughing, Vincent shook his head. "I don't want the help...Maggie, I love him. I...know this might be hard for you to hear. But I don't want to lose this. So, please. Promise me. Don't speak of this to anyone, please!"

Maggie sighed before nodding, "Okay, I promise."

.........

With some convincing, Vincent pleaded with Maggie to stay until he found another person to take her place. Stating that he wasn't able to run everything on his own without a secretary. Also, it gave him a reason to keep a close eye on her. Even though she promised not to say anything about what she knew now, something in his gut didn't trust her. Most when she started to leave random phone numbers of doctors or priest on his desk with his morning coffee. Which he would ball up and toss in the trash. He knew she was just worried about him now and did speak about how he needed to get help. Yes, being queer wasn't normal; hell, it would ruin everything he had worked for in his career! No one else could know! As long as this woman kept her mouth shut!

The thought that maybe others started to make assumptions was when he came home one evening after having dinner with Alastor, finding a pamphlet for a doctor that helped in this kind of "illness" shoved under his apartment door. His hand shaking as he picked it up; growing sick to his stomach when his eyes read the words "electric shock therapy" and "lobotomy". Lighting a match instantly, he set the pamphlet on fire; tossing it into the fireplace to burn. Was this Maggie's doings!? No one but her and Elizabeth knew where he lived!

He went to bed feeling ill that night; only to have nightmares! Which seemed to wake him and return when he would actual get back to sleep. Stumbling from his bed after the 3rd one that woke him, Vincent made his way into the living room; turning on the lamp by the sofa and plopping down on it. Taking his head in his hands, he sighed as he looked up at the clock on top of the television set. 3:24 am. He had to be leaving for work in about three hours! How in the Hell was he going to get any sleep from these nightmares! Damnit! Why did Maggie find out!? Why was it so easy for her to assume it was Alastor that he was cheating on her with!? This was stressing him out!

Reaching for the phone on the table near by, his fingers dialing the number that he seemed to call so often now that he had it memorized. Holding the receiver to his ear he listened to the first two rings before someone picked up.

"Transfer to Mr. Heartfelt, please."

"One moment."

A set of rings were heard again, at least five until the sound of a groggy Radio Host answered.

"Hello?"

Fighting the tears that started to sting his eyes once he heard that voice. Yes, it was sleepy, but still crisp as a fine wine. "Al?"

"Vee, it's 3:30 in the morning!" Alastor yawned on the other line.

"I...I keep having nightmares."

"Have a glass of milk."

Wiping his thumb against his eye, Vincent couldn't help but chuckle some. "What?"

Alastor yawned again. "My mother would always give me warm milk to help me fall asleep."

"I need you here."

"Vincent, how in the Hell?! It's 3 in the morning!"

"I'll call you a cab! Please, Al. I...I" Vincent felt the tears in his eyes again, why was he so scared all of sudden? "Please."

Alastor sighed on the other line. "Alright. I'll change and pack a bag."

Hanging up the phone once he heard the other agree, Vincent quickly called for a cab. Sitting the living room he waited; blue eyes watching the clock tick. Each passing second felt like eternity! About 30 minutes after he had called the cab, the television man heard a knock on his front door. Rising to his feet, Vincent opened the door; his heart growing full when he saw the one he loved stand there. Watching the Radio Host walk inside the apartment, a leather suitcase in his hand. Dressed in a pair of slacks and his red night shirt; which he tried to cover up with his jacket.

Once the door was shut and the taller man placed his suitcase on the floor by the sofa, Vincent took it as the best opportunity to take the other in his arms. His face finding the crock of his neck to hid in as he hugged the other; tears now back in his eyes.

"What has gotten into you?" Alastor asked, his arms moving to hold the other man.

Blinking back tears, feeling them start to drip down his cheeks. Vincent breathed in a deep sigh. "I'm frighten, Alastor...Maggie...she knows...about us..."

Rubbing his hands up and down the television man's back, Alastor sighed. "I know...but why does it have you so worked up? You told me she said she wouldn't say anything. Why are you stressing about it?"

Swallowing, Vincent hugged his arms tighter around the other. "She keeps trying to get me to get help...and...I don't want help. Alastor, I lo..."

"You don't need to say it." Alastor spoke, cutting Vincent off. "I know you do. You're a silly little man. But, I feel the same way."

Sniffling back tears, Vincent moved his head to look at the man before him. "You do?"

"If it will get you to stop crying into my night shirt." Alastor said. Moving one of his hands from holding the other man, wiping a fallen tear off his cheek.

"Al..."

"Let's get back to bed, Vee. It's late. We can talk about this in the morning."

Nodding, Vincent sniffled again before he removed his arms from the other. His eyes watched as Alastor finally took off his jacket; hanging it on the coat rack by the door. The Radio Host offering his hand to Vincent, which he took; allowing him to lead the television man back to his bed room. Making a stop into the bathroom first to wash the tears from his face and eyes. Stopping in his steps once he looked back at his bed, the Radio Host now in it under the sheets. His heart made a small jump in his chest. This man. Never had he felt so wanted. So cared for. Alastor could have said no. He could have told him to go back to bed and he would talk to him in the morning. But he didn't. He came here. To be with him. Fuck! He was so in love!

.......

The buzzing noise of the bells from his alarm clock went off, the television man groaning as his hand reached for the clock on his night stand. Turning it off. Opening his blue eyes, he looked over beside him; seeing the other side of the bed empty! FUCK! He knew it was too good to be true! Alastor didn't feel the same way! FUCK! How could he be so stupid!

Springing from the bed, Vincent made his way out of the bedroom, only to be welcomed to the smell of...wait...was that, cooked bacon?! Walking more into the kitchen, his blue eyes spotting the Radio Host in front of the kitchen stove; cracking an egg into a frying pan. He must have heard the other man enter, his brown eyes looking over his thin rimmed glasses; smiling when he saw the television man.

"Ah. You're awake!" Alastor spoke, looking back at the egg in the pan and flipping it with a metal spatula.

"You...stayed." Vincent said, sounds a bit shocked to still see the Radio Host standing in his kitchen.

"Of course! Did you think I would just leave?" Alastor said, smiling again as he added another egg to the pan.

"But...you will leave... eventually you will go back to New Orleans"

"Maybe I won't."

"What...what are you saying, Alastor?" Vincent asked, his stomach feeling heavy all of a sudden.

"Take a seat. Your breakfast is already at the table for you. You don't want it to get cold." Alastor said, adding the finished eggs to a plate near by.

Swallowing hard, Vincent stepped closer to the Radio Host. "What do you mean you will stay?"

Sighing, Alastor shook his head. "Sit! Eat! I didn't wake up this early just for the food I made for you to spoil!"

God. Vincent knew he could be stubborn, but Alastor was just as bad! The Radio Host always seemed to bypass his questions. Damn, it could be annoying. Also, Vincent knew if he didn't do as he was told, that Alastor would never answer him. Signing, the television man took a seat at the small kitchen table, eyeing the food before him; two fried eggs, three strips of bacon and a slice of toast with butter and strawberry jam. Watching Alastor place his own plate down on the table across from him, taking a seat as well.

"So?"

"So?" Alastor repeated. "Eat!"

Grinning, Vincent picked up his fork; cutting into his egg before placing it in his month. Swallowing, he watched the man across from him do the same. "I don't really care much for eggs."

Sighing, Alastor shook his head. "And I don't care for all these questions so early in the morning!"

"Tell me what you meant about staying?"

"If I do, will you eat your breakfast and shut up?"

Grinning, Vincent loved to get under the other skin. It was adorable! "Yes, sir."

Swallowing his bite of egg, Alastor rested his fork down beside his plate. "I have given some thought about it. And I think I will take your offer up on you getting me an apartment here."

Did he really say what Vincent thought he said?! Staying here? In Chicago? "Really?!"

"Yes. I talked to me business partner, Rosie; she told me that she didn't need my work for the time being, But, when she does need my help that I can stay with her while I get the job done. That doesn't mean I will be giving up my side hobby; there is plenty of reasons I may need to do such work. Also, my radio show can be done here; as I have all my equipment."

He was speechless! Vincent was wondering how he was actually going to convince the other to not leave at the end of the week; only now, he didn't need to!

"So, I was thinking this weekend we could go look at some apartments in the area." Alastor said, taking a bite from his toast.

"Or, you could stay here." Vincent said, spooning more of the egg into his mouth.

"You're not hiding the allegations of not getting caught. What happened to being scared of others knowing about us?"

"We can make it work! I'm on the top floor, alone! I bought the penthouse for a reason, Alastor!"

"To sneak men up here when no one was looking?'

Blushing, Vincent shook his head. "You know you're the first man I've ever felt anything for."

Humming, Alastor smiled. "And hopefully the last."

"Will you, please?"

"Fine. But don't expect me to make breakfast every morning." Alastor said, smiling.

........

It took two days to get all of Alastor's things added to the apartment. Even though he didn't bring much; Vincent wanted to make sure his partner was ready and comfortable to move in with him. Moving his radio equipment was the last thing that was added; as Vincent bought a table and chair just for the Radio Host to put it on. Setting it up in the living room by the large window that looked out onto the city below. Honestly, Vincent's favorite view in the apartment; full of sun when needed and even breath taking at night when the sky was clear with stars. Another perk with living in the penthouse; it was tall enough to drown out all the city lights below; that the night sky was clear to the eyes.

The television man was also able to add some hookups to the old radio equipment, attaching it to his record player he had; Vincent throwing the idea to Alastor of maybe adding some music here and there for his show. Just to take the time to rest his voice between stories. As much as Alastor wasn't the biggest fan when it came to change. Maybe adding some soft jazz music here and there would be nice. After try it for the first show he broadcasted in the apartment; Alastor agreed that it was a nice touch and that he would keep it.

Once they returned back home after a nice dinner out, Vincent made his way to the sofa as Alastor took a seat at the table by his equipment. It being about 15 minutes before his show was about to start. They felt a bit rushed to be honest; as dinner had taken longer than they had planned. Luckily they made it home in time. Home! This was THEIR home! It gave Vincent a little bit of butterflies when he thought more about it! It was everything he had ever wanted with Alastor!

Vincent's eyes watched as the man he adored place his headphones over his ears, humming to himself as he flipped on some switches. Rising to his feet from the sofa, the television man moved to stand beside the other; smiling.

"Can I do something for you while you do your show?"

Alastor smiled, turning his eyes to look up at the man before him. "As long as it's not too distracting. Be my guest."

Nodding, Vincent motioned for the Radio Host to push his chair out from the table. Chucking some when he saw the confused look on his partner's face before he moved his chair back. Vincent moved to stand in front of the other now, squatting down to his knees and sitting back on his heels. Placing a hand on each of Alastor's knees, the television man pushed them apart from each other; his eyes looked up at the man, their cheeks pink in a blush.

"Really? I think that will be a bit distracting!" Alastor said, his cheeks growing more red.

Grinning, Vincent moved his hands to rub up each of the Radio Host's thighs. "I'll go slow. Let you take your time. Think of it as a bit of relaxation." Reaching to unbutton Alastor's pants fly now; pulling the zipper down slowly.

"You're the worst." Alastor said, smiling down at the man between his legs. Lifting his hip up now to help Vincent pull his pants and underwear off his bottom half; leaving the fabric around his ankles now.

Resting himself more between the open legs, taking in the prize before him. Alastor's cock wasn't fully hard yet; but he did have some length when soft. Fuck! Vincent just found this man to be beautiful! Wrapping his hand around the length, Vincent looked up at the man above him as he gently placed the head against his lips; kissing it. Hearing Alastor let out a deep shaky breath; his hands flipping on more switches overhead.

"I'm going to need you to be quiet. Don't make me regret you for doing this." Alastor said, looking down at the television man now; his hand resting on the side of his cheek.

His thumb touched the side of Vincent lip; which he kissed before the hand moved away. "I promise to go slow. Relax, my love. I want you to enjoy this." Vincent said.

Alastor cleared his throat before flipped one more switch on. Picking up his microphone, the Radio Host smiled into it as he started his broadcast. "Good evening listeners! It's wonderful to have you here on this relaxing night. I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long! Tonights story!"

Listening to the man above him begin, Vincent gently kissed the cock in his hand again; feeling it start to grow more hard now. Touching his tongue against the head, his blue eyes looked up at Alastor as he spoke more into the microphone in his hand. Fuck! This felt like a dream! Listening to this man speak while he pleasured him! Just Alastor's voice was enough to turned him on!

Vincent started slow as he promised; only kissing and licking the head. He didn't want to startle the man above him as he did his show. Not wanting it to be aware that something was taking his time away from his listeners. Feeling Alastor's hand move to rest on the top of his head once he was five minutes into his show, giving a small push down; as if to encourage the television man to take more of him into his mouth. Smiling, Vincent looked up at the man above him; seeing him nod in approval. Opening his lips more, Vincent pushed the head into his warm mouth; sucking around the pink tip, gently.

The fingers curled between his raven locked of hair, Alastor breathing in a deep sigh once the warm, wet mouth welcomed him in. Smiling around the dick, Vincent started to add more, sucking slowly. He continued this pace for a bit, hearing Alastor tell his listeners that he was going to switch to a music break and would return to the rest of the story after. Vincent heard the sound of the microphone turn off and another switch of the record turning on and a soft jazz song now playing.

"Enjoying yourself?" Alastor asked, moving his hand from the locks of hair that his fingers had been embedded in. Placing his hand to rub against Vincent cheek, the television man humming around his cock. The Radio Host smiled, "If only you could add more in for me."

Nodding some, Vincent hollowed out his cheeks to open his throat up more. Pushing more of his cock in his mouth and a bit down his throat. Humming around the length once he was settled in more, his blue eyes looked up at the man above him. As if to ask for approval.

Humming as well, Alastor rubbed his thumb against the television man's cheek again. "Good boy. Now stay right there. Don't move." The Radio Host hummed softly to himself with the jazz song that played, while his thumb brushed near the side of Vincent's mouth; as small bit of saliva dripped out.

Gazing up at Alastor, watching as he licked the pad of the thumb that cleaned him up. Humming around the dick that now felt more deeper against the back of his throat; which made him swallow and move a little bit to adjust. Lifting his head to bob up some, only to feel a firm hand grip onto the back of his head.

"Did I say you could move?!" Alastor said, the tone in his voice sounding frightening! "Settle yourself back down! Take it all, Vox!"

God! Alastor's voice was so powerful! It could really turn him on or even be scary! Scary enough, that it made Vincent fear in disobeying. Swallow hard, Vincent closed his eyes as he pushed his throat past it's limits. The other man's dick hitting his gag reflexes. Fighting back the tears that filled his eyes; as he felt his throat tighten.

"That's it. Relax for me. Take in deep breaths, you're doing great, Vee." Alastor soothed.

The feeling of cool air filled his nostrils as he breathed in deep, listening to the voice about him trying to help him relax. Vincent felt his throat unclinch and the gagging feeling slip away. Humming around the cock, Vincent opened his blue eyes back up; making eye contact with the brown ones that looked back at him.

"So warm and comforting, Vee." Alastor praised the television man again. His long fingers combing through the raven hair locks. "The song is almost over. If you can stay like this until I'm through; then I will let you finish me off. Deal?"

Vincent hummed, receiving a smile of approval from his partner before he turned his microphone back on. This wasn't what he had planned when he offered to play between Alastor's legs during his show. Thinking he would be able to get the man to cum while he was on air; even if it was something that he knew would embarrass the other. What if Vincent wanted the world to know that this man was taken and enjoyed some dirty things? But alas, he seemed to just be a cock-warmer. He didn't hate it; mostly when he could feel how much Alastor enjoyed it. The only thing he did hate was the bits of spit that kept dripping from the corners of his lips and down his chin.

Swallowing around the dick, Vincent closed his eyes while he listened to Alastor tell more of his story. The soft, relaxing feeling of long, thin fingers combing through his hair as his partner talked. The television man could tell Alastor was so relaxed! The sound in his voice soothing to one's ears.

As time passed, Vincent started to feel his jaw ache; the skin around his lips growing sore from the amount of silva that dripped out. He knew the radio show normally lasted about an hour; but sometimes could go on for two. As the feeling of his jaw going numb started to kick in; Vincent heard the sound of the microphone turn off. The gently touch of Alastor cupping his hands onto Vincent's cheeks; lifting his mouth up off his dick with a wet pop. Planting a kiss on his forehead once his face was closed to him. "Better?"

Wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, Vincent nodded. "That's not what I had in mind!"

Alastor chuckled. "You said you wanted me to feel relaxed."

Getting to his feet, Vincent moved to straddle himself into Alastor's lap now. Taking hold of the other man's length in his hand once he was fully seated. "Since I did as I was told. Do I get the honors in finishing you off?"

The Radio Host grinned then. "If you must, my dear."

Grinning, Vincent leaned his face closer to his partner; their lips pressing against one another's. FUCK! This was everything Vincent wanted in life! Someone to feel this close and intimate with! Brushing his tongue against the Radio Host's as they deepened the kiss more; his hand toying with Alastor's cock, giving it nice firm jerks. The vibrations of the moan that Alastor made was felt on the television man's lips; making him smile into the kiss.

"Vee..." Alastor moaned, moving his lips away from the other and pressing his forehead against the one in front of his. The Radio Host's breathing more heavier now. "I...fuck...I'm embarrassed to admit...but..."

Vincent grinned at the other; watching Alastor melt more into his touch. His head now moving to lay on the television man's shoulder. "Look at me, Al."

Lifting his head back up, Alastor's cheeks pink in a blush, his breathing heavy, Vincent could feel how hot his breath was against his skin. Damn, he was so beautiful! "Vee..."

"Yes, Al? Tell me what you're embarrassed about." Vincent said, quickening his pace on each jerk of his hand. Feeling the wet droplets of pre-cum coat his fingers.

"I...I really enjoyed being warmed by your mouth...I never thought such a feeling was possible." Alastor breathed out, moaning after he spoke.

"That's it. Let me hear your voice, Al. Are you going to finish for me?"

"Yes..." Alastor moaned, thrusting his hips up some into Vincent's hand. After the third thrust, Vincent smiled as he watched the man before him eyes roll back; emptying himself all over the hand that held his cock. His blue eyes watched as his love breathed in deeply coming down from his high; his dick giving a small jolt. Vincent could tell Alastor's brain was fuzzy with arousal. Something he never saw with his partner. Sex wasn't something that Alastor seemed to admit that he enjoyed; but when Vincent could find the thing that made him turn to putty in his hands. GOD! He wanted to keep it alive as long as he could.