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[readytosee]

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐞

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"Well fortunately, I can provide that." Casper kisses his cheek and hands him a glass with a few fingers of whiskey. He'll make a different drink in a bit, if need be, but right now he's just gauging where Alexander's mood is, first.

"Dinner's nearly ready, but I can bring it out to the living room, if you'd rather relax."

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"All you need is an apron and you'd be the perfect little housewife."

Since Casper's so close, Alexander tugs on one of his suspenders, giving him a kiss in turn before letting the suspender snap back just a touch too hard.

"Get yourself a drink, too. I hate drinking alone."

He doesn't. Some days he only wants to drink alone, but there isn't any rhyme or reason to his moods.

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"Maybe for my next birthday." He lets out a quiet oof at the suspender snap, but he picks up own glass, touching it to Alexander's.

"Cheers. You look tense. Did things not go the way you wanted?" Casper's expression is sympathetic, and he rubs a hand over Alexander's chest in an attempt to smooth ruffled feathers.

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"Mm, or my next birthday."

After all, no one really knows about those muscles lurking under the hundreds of layers that Casper wears, and it's certainly one of the reasons Alexander enjoys him so much. That, and the way Casper is so keen to placate him. Lots of people go out of their way to try and keep him from blowing up, but no one has the same degree of attentiveness.

Alexander takes a drink, swallowing it down.

"No. But I gave them a reason to reconsider their stance. I'm sure they'll come around by tomorrow evening."

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"Good." Casper sets his drink down so he has both hands free to undo Alexander's tie. His partner can be moody, and mercurial, but it works, between them. Because Casper has become attuned to Alexander's various moods and eccentricities, and has started learning how to handle them, when needed.

With chemicals, if necessary.

"You can put that behind you for today, then. Come sit and let me finish dinner, and you can unwind a little."

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Who cares about dinner? He'd tell Casper to forget about it, but, well, he likes when Casper dotes on him so much. It's his little reward to his dear scientist, letting him finish up dinner and play house.

"Sure. Don't take too long or I'll get lonely."

Alexander takes his drink into the living room, sitting in an armchair to scroll through the day's news. It doesn't take long before there's the unmistakable sound of the aforementioned phone being thrown across the room.

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Ah, well. The next drink, then, he mixes a little differently. Nothing dangerous, of course, just something to soothe the nerves.

Dinner and the fresh drink are brought out to the living room and set on the table there. Once his hands are free, he moves behind Alexander's chair and slides his hands under the shoulders of his suit jacket, squeezing and rubbing gently as he presses a kiss to his hair.

"I could run you a bath tonight, if you'd like," he offers. "Get some of that tension out of your back."

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Seething would be an appropriate word for how he's feeling. It's evident in every inch of his body, enough so that he very nearly bats Casper's hands away.

"They're renewing that shit tv show. His face is going to be everywhere."

Alexander doesn't need to get into details. Casper should know pretty well who 'he' is, because there's only one person in the world that can spark so much rage.

"Why can't he just crawl back in his little writer's block hellscape and leave us all in peace."

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Well that certainly throws a wrench in things. Alan's face will be on talk shows for the next few weeks, and that Lake fellow who plays Casey even longer. A stubborn reminder of Alan's popularity.

Casper digs his thumbs into a stubborn knot at the base of Alexander's neck. "So we change the channel. Or we throw darts at the TV, if the mood strikes you."

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Night Springs, Alexander thinks, should stay buried in the land of forgotten television. He thought Alan was done. The hack hasn't released anything in years, now suddenly some network has picked up a reboot? Jesus Christ.

Alexander huffs a breath out through his nose.

"You're right."

And if he so much as sees any Alan Wake books or articles on anyone's desk at work, well, those people better be prepared to not have a job any longer.

Alexander reaches for the new cocktail. It may or may not be one of special mixes, and either way he chugs it down in one drink.

"You're always so understanding."

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Casper can't pretend to understand this rivalry, being an only child, himself. Alan seems like a nice enough person, if incredibly dull. But Alexander hates him, and that's all that Casper really needs to know.

While Alexander downs his drink, Casper works at unbuttoning the top few buttons of the other man's shirt to slip his fingers underneath, kneading gently at tight muscles. "I care about you," he says gently, kissing the edge of his ear. And he does, truly. The perks of sleeping with the boss are nice enough, but there is genuine affection there.

"Let's have our dinner, and I can spoil you for a while tonight, after. Work out some of that tension, hmm? I see your favouring your lower back a little."

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That gets another huff of breath. Again, who cares about dinner? But, no, Casper put in some effort and Alexander likes to let Casper know when he's done good. He'll eat the dinner, but only because Casper's hands feel soothing and warm and when the cocktail of questionable drugs starts to take effect, Alexander always finds himself feeling a little sentimental. He doesn't care about much at all beyond himself, with Casper being the exception.

"You always spoil me."

He tilts his back, to glance up at the other man and reach up to brush his cheek. There. Rewarded with affection.

"Let's eat before you hard work gets cold."

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"Well. I do enjoy spoiling you." The touch to his cheek gets a smile, and he kisses Alexander's cheek in return before he moves around to settle in his own chair.

At least Alexander is willing to have dinner with him. Casper does worry when he doesn't eat, when he gets in his moods and sulks and refuses moods. So him being willing to have dinner (a little pasta with a light pesto and some chicken) is a good sign.

(The drink might help.)

While Alexander is in his meeting tomorrow, Casper will fuck around with the television to block any potential Night Springs bullshit, as much as possible. Might as well get ahead of things.

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The drink definitely helps. He feels the anger seeping out of him along with his whole self generally relaxing, but the irritation will always sort of be there. And the dinner is good. It's always good even if he never says so.

As he eats, he finishes the rest of his first drink, letting the whiskey mingle with whatever else is floating around inside of him. Good. He deserves an evening to just unwind and let himself be happy in the face of the bullshit that is Alan Wake. Fuck Alan.

"If I told you I love you, would you believe me or just blame it on whatever you just made me drink?"

He doesn't say it a lot, but Alexander drops the l-word once every month or two. When it seems right to do it.

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Oh. Because it's not used very frequently, it always makes an impact when it is said. It makes him feel a bit schoolboyish to hear it, tinging his cheeks pink and sending a warmth through him.

He sets his dinner aside in favour of perching on the arm of Alexander's chair, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. "I'd believe you. I didn't put anything too untoward in your drink, no worries.

But I love you too, I hope you know."

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Alexander slides his arm around Casper, letting his fingers brush against the other man's thigh.

"Good. I don't know what I'd do if you didn't."

Coming from anyone else, the sentiment might be somewhat sweet. Coming from him, there's a vague sense of foreboding and something threatening lingering underneath his tone. Not even the Happy Time Cocktail can take that away from him.

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Nor, really, would Casper ever want to. It's part of the allure, the danger. The knowledge that his partner is a very violent man, and that Casper is able to temper that violence, at least a little. Knowing that Alexander would do anything for him makes him feel quite powerful.

Casper runs his fingers through Alexander's hair gently, scratching neatly manicured nails over the back of his neck. "Then it's a good thing that's not something you ever have to worry about, is it?"

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He hums, almost like a purr under the gentle attention of Casper's fingernails. He's always the most content when he's the centre of attention and the object of affection. It's one of the many ways he's very much not like his brother. Alan's never been comfortable being so much in the public eye despite his fame, and Alexander loves to be noticed.

Casper is very good at feeding into that need.

"We should send him something to congratulate him."

Which, of course, is meant to have completely condescending and insincere intentions. A wine that Alan hates. A basket of something Alice is allergic to. A box full of Alan's books with the eyes on his photo scratched out and a bullet sent through each copy. Just a little something so Alan knows he noticed.

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"I bet we could do something creative with a DVD box set."

Alexander seems to be relaxing a little under the gentle petting, so Casper keeps it up, lowering his voice a little to something more calm and quiet than his usual enthusiasm. He doesn't get the whole thing with Alan, but he doesn't have to. He just knows it upsets Alexander, and that it's a problem for him to solve whenever it crops up. Just like anything else.

He's always been good at solving messy problems for Alexander. It's part of the foundation of their relationship.

His fingers slide down under Alexander's chin to tip his face up, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "What time is your meeting tomorrow? Do you need me to get anything ready for it?"

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Ugh, meetings. Why are there always so many meetings? Can't people figure out how to do shit on their own without having to be told in front of everyone? There are so many better uses of his time and resources than meeting with people.

Casper's soft kiss is met with a (mostly) playful bite, and Alexander stands up with a predatory gleam in his eye.

"I could cancel it. Tie you up for the day so you don't slink off to the lab."

Figuratively and literally, but pretty much figuratively. He circles around on Casper, letting his hands slide along the suspenders as he mulls over his options.

"Maybe a video call. I'll set it up in the bedroom and no one will have any idea that you're there, just off camera, patiently waiting for me because you can't go anywhere."

That sounds like an excellent use of his time and resources.

"I'm just gonna need a little time to decompress from this sudden Alan Wake resurgence."

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Oh, he likes that look, and sits up a little straighter as Alexander moves over him. "You are the boss, they all answer to you. If you want it to be a video call, it ought to be.

Besides," he says with a smile, settling his hands on Alexander's hips. Watching the gears turn. "You deserve a break. A reward, and some time to process everything."

[obscurissime]

Casper is pandering. Alexander doesn't really care. He kisses Casper firmly, possessively, pushing his fingers through Casper's hair.

"You have ten minutes to clear up dinner and figure out how you want to help me with all this tension you've been so eager to relieve."

There's an unspoken or else, but it's about as threatening as tying Casper to the headboard for a day.

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He is, but as long as it works, then what's the harm? He can't bring himself to care, either. Not when Alexander's biting his lip and stroking his hair like that, and Casper hums against his mouth.

"I think I can manage that." He can chuck dinner. Who needs leftovers? Chicken gets dry when it's reheated, anyway. He nips at the other man's mouth before he moves away to clear dishes. Six minutes and he's making his way into the bedroom, already pulling off his tie.

[obscurissime]

Alexander watches Casper set off, pressing his tongue to his lips and smoothing down his hair. Life without Casper would just be so dull, wouldn't it?

He gives the other man the full ten minutes before walking into the bedroom, too, circling his arms around Casper's waist from behind.

"Time's up, darling."

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"Oh no, you caught me," Casper laughs softly, sliding his hand over Alexander's arm, down to rest against the back of his hand with a soft sigh.

"I'm in trouble now, aren't I?" But he doesn't sound too upset about that idea.