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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.

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?"

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.

"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?"

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."

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."

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.

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.

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."

"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.

"That depends."

Alexander presses his lips to Casper's neck, grazing the skin with his teeth.

"Did you decide how you want to help me with my tension?"

Casper sighs happily at the bite, slotting his fingers between Alexander's where they rest against his waist. "I was going to offer to go down on you, but you'd have to let me go, first."

He hums, not releasing Casper just yet. First, he wants to take the time to make sure a mark blossoms up on Casper's neck. Then he slides his hand free and pats Casper on the hip.

"What are you waiting for?"

As if it wasn't Alexander that was wasting time.

He should be more worried about going into work looking mauled, but other than the occasional (not very convincing) protests, Casper really can't complain. He likes being able to show off that he belongs to Alexander.

"I don't know," he murmurs, turning finally and working on finishing unbuttoning Alexander's shirt. "I had teeth attached to my neck."

"That sounds like you're accusing me."

His hands circle Casper's hips before he starts to untuck Casper's shirt, leaning in to give him a kiss.

"Good thing you're so pretty."

"Love it when you call me pretty," Casper breathes, spidering his fingers over Alexander's ribs, underneath his shirt. Tracing over a scar on his side before slipping down to undo his belt.

"I want to spread you out on the bed and really take my time with you. You deserve a little special treatment, tonight."

"Mm, do you?"

There's a very real urge to do the opposite. He could get Casper on to his knees right now and make it quick and messy. He could walk away, which would leave them both without release but it would certainly make a statement.

Alexander places his hand on the back of Casper's head, tightening his fingers in Casper's hair.

"If you say please, I'll consider it."

And he'd enjoy that, too. Just being shoved to his knees like that, to have Alexander handle him roughly. That would be fantastic, too, as much as he loves spoiling his partner.

"I'll say pretty please." It comes out a little more breathless than he intends, but he can't help with, with those fingers in his hair.

It earns Casper another kiss, though it's more of a mashing of teeth and lips. There's another moment of considering to not take up Casper's offer. He even starts to take some steps, moving Casper and himself towards the bed, before he stops.

He did say it would be fine if Casper said please.

"I guess I'm all yours."

"All mine, huh?" He nudges Alexander back until he's sitting on the bed, sliding onto his knees in front of him. Watching him with a fond expression while he works on getting rid of his shoes and socks.

That done, he leans up to slide Alexander's tie the rest of the way off, his pace so slow it's almost lazy as he works his shirt down over his arms. "I like the sound of that. You being all mine."

He hums his response, running his fingers through Casper's hair one more time before sitting on the bed. There, he just watches, blue eyes looking down on Casper as the man gets to work. For now, slow is fine. The drugs given to him earlier will probably ensure that slow is fine for the rest of the night, now that he feels the real relaxation from it settling in. Alexander's only movements are the ones he needs to make to help Casper undress him, and he's just fine with that.

As long as Alexander is able to unwind and relax a little, Casper is happy.

He does move back to at last get them both down to their underwear before he stretches out next to Alexander on the bed. He noses under the other man's jaw, trailing lazy kisses over his neck while his fingers stroke the line of his hip. Slow, easy. Enjoying Alexander after they've both had a long day.

And as long as Casper is happy, Alexander is content.

He hums, followed by a pleased exhale as the last of his anger diffuses. The thought of Alan and his stupid tv show are long gone from his mind, replaced instead by the ready-to-please attitude of Casper and the tickle of facial hair along his neck. Alexander raises a hand to brush his fingers through his other (better)-half's hair.

"There you are," Casper purrs happily, moving down to refresh a bruise on Alexander's collarbone. Nipping sharply before soothing the mark with his tongue. Not that there are any lack of marks scattered across the other man's skin.

There's a place just above his hip, for instance, that drives Casper absolutely wild. He presses his thumb against the bruise there as well, working his way down over Alexander's chest.

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