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The amber glow of a lone lamp sculpts Alastor's angular face as he exhales a weary sigh, his patience frayed by Vincent's recurring fascination with kissing. 'No,' he answers, the word final and cool. Vincent flushes, fingers nervously tracing the back of his neck as he mumbles about a hypothetical, 'educational' demonstration. Alastor's smile sharpens, becoming a blade of pure sarcasm. 'How uncommonly altruistic of you,' he purrs, tapping a single finger against Vincent's sternum. 'Very well. Proceed with your lesson.' Vincent hesitates, then cups Alastor's taut jawline, leaning in with held breath. Alastor does not blink, his dark eyes observing dispassionately as their lips meet. He is motionless, a study in glacial indifference. Vincent breaks the contact, pulling back breathlessly. '…