[ Well, you know, the thought did cross Alec's mind, but then that whole lab situation cropped up and he had no idea if they knew where he and Henry lived and—
Oh. Henry's kissing him now. Alec eases up from his crouched position just a little, leaning into that kiss, matching heat for heat.
Truly the best outcome he could hope for, coming fresh from the murder of Henry's father figure. ]
[Beneath the heat, or perhaps intermingled with it, there exists a deep gratitude that is full to bursting. A warmth that he has long learned to identify as a deep love for this man, who has done so, so much for him. And yes, that includes killing his shitty father figure. Lancing that ghost away from the pieces of his past that might want to catch up to him -- what very little remains of it, anyhow.
(And relief, too. Even if Henry is less inclined to acknowledge that, as though it might give even Brenner's ghost a scrap of power over him. That he had once existed as a shadow hanging over his new life with Alec, one that might eke in between the cracks at any moment.
Well, no longer.)]
I hope you made him suffer.
[A murmur into his lips, the hand at his shirt now reaching up to stroke his thumb along his jaw.]
[ What a combination of emotions to be carried in the sound of laughter, but he would expect no less of Henry. Somehow, coming from him, it's a perfect symphony. ]
You didn't need to make it up to me.
[ He leans in to steal another quick kiss. ]
But if you wanna help me clean out the lab they got set up outside of town, I wouldn't say no.
It isn’t long before they’re leaving to visit this new lab, and to be fair, they make quick work of it. Armed guards don’t stand much of a chance against Henry Creel and Alec Brennan. Harried researchers, less so. But the end result is still oddly exhilarating even if it is swift; knowing that he’s stamping out the worst remnants of his past instills a deep satisfaction in Henry, one that lingers in his bones when they return to the apartment.
And after that? He wants to pick up where he left off, when his lips had crashed into Alec’s before. He’s heated and hungry for his touch, and he makes that more than clear — and eventually (and perhaps predictably), they end up in the bedroom, lost in each other yet again.
And after that, when they’re done, with sweat still dampening Henry’s skin, he turns on his side to look at Alec, arms gathering up his pillow to bunch under his head, propping him up a little.]
…Every day is a day I enjoy with you, Alec. But I think this is one of my favorites so far.
[ They are very romantic and there is absolutely nothing weird about this scenario.
Alec, meanwhile, having just settled back onto the the bed, turns over to his side, head propped up in his hand as he looks Henry over, one eyebrow arching. ]
Seriously? If I knew all I had to do was kill your shitty Papa, then I'd have done it a long time ago.
[He feigns a beleaguered tone, though it means next to nothing as he's drawn closer willingly, his hand raising to run fingers through Alec's hair as he brings their faces closer together.]
Against my better judgment, yes.
[He loves him almost too much; with every atom in his body.]
So, is the offer still open for me to see how it went?
[ he has long, long since stopped having things to hide from Henry. he's practically an open book for the psychic, and in this case, he is especially welcome to come take a walk through Alec's memories ]
[After already being in Alec's head more than once, Henry can sense that door's now swung wide open. And he knows he's welcome to stride past the threshold at any time.
But he'll always ask first. It feels sacred between them, this trust, shared with no one else in the universe.]
Then close your eyes, and think back to when he contacted you, and all that came after that.
[ Alec does as told — and given that these events happened mere hours ago, they're fresh in his minds. From those first text messages to the moments where he looked through Temp's eyes as she slipped through the facility to the confrontation with Brenner himself. It is all there in exquisite detail for henry to appreciate.
[He can find it in his heart to forgive you for that, Alec.
Henry closes his eyes, too, and then he's in. The memory plays out from beginning to end in fresh detail from Alec's perspective. Every sensation is like he's there, beside him, viewing so much: the text exchanges, the use of Tempest to infiltrate the lab, stealing Brenner away, breaking his wrist, ending his life with such a brilliant display of magic.
And he soaks in every moment. He'll remember every word exchanged, the look on Papa's face, the roar of thunder in his ears. The position of the man's corpse as he lay lifeless, his clothes smoking from a seared hole in his chest.
When he pulls himself out of Alec's mind, he does so with a gasp that surprises even himself. His heart is throbbing in his ears. The satisfaction, the spike of adrenaline, that's all very real from seeing all of that, and he's feeling it.]
That was... [Give him a moment.] That was everything I hoped it would be.
[ It's kind of satisfying to be able to walk through those moments again himself. Alec doesn't regret for one moment his actions. The words and the abuse flung back at a man who used to dole them out like candy.
When Henry pulls away with that gasp, Alec curls his arms around him and lets him sit with the memories a moment. ]
I'm glad you approve.
[ Alec is especially proud of any and all instances of electrocution. ]
[And Henry is bursting with pride, too. Alec did spectacularly, and all for his sake. The thought is a warm constriction around his heart, despite the way his blood still rushes through his veins.]
More than approve. There wasn't a minute I spent in that lab where I didn't imagine fanciful ways of killing that man. Even on good days.
[Even on the days where nothing notable happened; days where he could have a conversation with Brenner and not feel every ounce of hatred boiling up in him. Those days existed, too, but that anger never left him. Knowing he was a prisoner was never something he forgot about.]
In a way, you've just freed me from another prison. His memory, always lingering.
[ The way Alec smiles always takes on new dimensions around Henry. His usual grins that sit heavy with sarcasm or sharpened to a fine edge with danger, are melted away into something warm and genuine and only for Henry to see. He smiles like that at him now, lifting a hand to brush a bit of Henry's hair away from his face. ]
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Oh. Henry's kissing him now. Alec eases up from his crouched position just a little, leaning into that kiss, matching heat for heat.
Truly the best outcome he could hope for, coming fresh from the murder of Henry's father figure. ]
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(And relief, too. Even if Henry is less inclined to acknowledge that, as though it might give even Brenner's ghost a scrap of power over him. That he had once existed as a shadow hanging over his new life with Alec, one that might eke in between the cracks at any moment.
Well, no longer.)]
I hope you made him suffer.
[A murmur into his lips, the hand at his shirt now reaching up to stroke his thumb along his jaw.]
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Oh, you know. I electrocuted him.
[ It felt like the thing to do. Poetic, in its way. ]
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Good. [He draws his thumb lightly against his cheek this time.] How fitting for a man who loved to do the same to his beloved "children".
[And he's sure Alec's version of electrocution was far, far worse than anything they ever suffered in the lab. Good.]
A weight's been lifted. It's almost impossible to believe. Everything you've done for me, this included... At this rate, I'll never make it up to you.
[Not that he feels he owes Alec anything, either. That, too, just makes him love him more.]
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You didn't need to make it up to me.
[ He leans in to steal another quick kiss. ]
But if you wanna help me clean out the lab they got set up outside of town, I wouldn't say no.
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Henry nearly chases after that kiss, tempted to say that the clean-up can wait, but… Maybe they shouldn’t wait on this for too long.]
Just outside of town? They really must have thought they were going to steal me away and lock me up right in your backyard.
But sure. Let me help you. Then you can show me how you killed Papa.
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They really did. Shows how much they know.
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[He assumes their confidence hinged all on the fact that Alec was a mercenary. Eager to offer Henry up for the right price.]
After all, how could they ever possibly consider that you could be in love with me?
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I thought the old man was gonna drop dead just from the revelation.
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[But maybe after their little lab raid.]
Well. Let me change my shirt and we can get going, if you want.
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Of course. Might as well look your best.
[ This is A Date for them. ]
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It isn’t long before they’re leaving to visit this new lab, and to be fair, they make quick work of it. Armed guards don’t stand much of a chance against Henry Creel and Alec Brennan. Harried researchers, less so. But the end result is still oddly exhilarating even if it is swift; knowing that he’s stamping out the worst remnants of his past instills a deep satisfaction in Henry, one that lingers in his bones when they return to the apartment.
And after that? He wants to pick up where he left off, when his lips had crashed into Alec’s before. He’s heated and hungry for his touch, and he makes that more than clear — and eventually (and perhaps predictably), they end up in the bedroom, lost in each other yet again.
And after that, when they’re done, with sweat still dampening Henry’s skin, he turns on his side to look at Alec, arms gathering up his pillow to bunch under his head, propping him up a little.]
…Every day is a day I enjoy with you, Alec. But I think this is one of my favorites so far.
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Alec, meanwhile, having just settled back onto the the bed, turns over to his side, head propped up in his hand as he looks Henry over, one eyebrow arching. ]
Seriously? If I knew all I had to do was kill your shitty Papa, then I'd have done it a long time ago.
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He arches a brow in turn.]
And I'm sure you would have, if he had made himself known before now. [Wry, but it's not like he doesn't mean it:] You're very thoughtful like that.
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[ Smug. Remember Henry, you chose this. ]
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And so humble.
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[ And, as seems to be the norm anymore, he reaches for Henry to pull him close. ]
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Against my better judgment, yes.
[He loves him almost too much; with every atom in his body.]
So, is the offer still open for me to see how it went?
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[ he has long, long since stopped having things to hide from Henry. he's practically an open book for the psychic, and in this case, he is especially welcome to come take a walk through Alec's memories ]
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But he'll always ask first. It feels sacred between them, this trust, shared with no one else in the universe.]
Then close your eyes, and think back to when he contacted you, and all that came after that.
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Sorry he called you weird tho. ]
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Henry closes his eyes, too, and then he's in. The memory plays out from beginning to end in fresh detail from Alec's perspective. Every sensation is like he's there, beside him, viewing so much: the text exchanges, the use of Tempest to infiltrate the lab, stealing Brenner away, breaking his wrist, ending his life with such a brilliant display of magic.
And he soaks in every moment. He'll remember every word exchanged, the look on Papa's face, the roar of thunder in his ears. The position of the man's corpse as he lay lifeless, his clothes smoking from a seared hole in his chest.
When he pulls himself out of Alec's mind, he does so with a gasp that surprises even himself. His heart is throbbing in his ears. The satisfaction, the spike of adrenaline, that's all very real from seeing all of that, and he's feeling it.]
That was... [Give him a moment.] That was everything I hoped it would be.
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When Henry pulls away with that gasp, Alec curls his arms around him and lets him sit with the memories a moment. ]
I'm glad you approve.
[ Alec is especially proud of any and all instances of electrocution. ]
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More than approve. There wasn't a minute I spent in that lab where I didn't imagine fanciful ways of killing that man. Even on good days.
[Even on the days where nothing notable happened; days where he could have a conversation with Brenner and not feel every ounce of hatred boiling up in him. Those days existed, too, but that anger never left him. Knowing he was a prisoner was never something he forgot about.]
In a way, you've just freed me from another prison. His memory, always lingering.
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I promised you, didn't I? No more prisons.
[ In whatever form they might take. ]
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