Alcibiades could empathize heavily with Breakout with the ungodly amounts of paperwork that came with leading a clan. There were many things to keep track of which included not only the welfare of the group but of allies and enemies as well. There were so many small things to know about, yet so little time to get all of it under lock and key. He could understand that it would be hard for someone who wasn't raised the way he had been raised. A part of him was happy that Breakout hadn't lived the kind of life he had growing up, oh so grateful. Maybe things would have been different if it had - and if so, by how much?
"Ah, most of the credit goes to my father," He says without missing a beat. Despite hating the old bastard, his heart still ached at his sudden death. His poor mother had been a mess. She foolishly loved that man with every part of her heart. "He was very serious in raising me to be the best among the best. The best fighter, the best politician, the best... lover." His voice turns light and joking towards the end though, in his own opinion, he probably was the best at being a good partner. He's only been with Breakout and, so far, he hadn't heard any complaints from the man, nor did he think he ever will. "I'm kidding," He clarifies after a moment, a snort leaving him, "But I'm sure you'll do good, babe." He'd leaned up to place a ginger kiss on his boyfriend's cheek before he had went to settle down.
Feeling his presence at his side prompted the hellhound to lean against Breakout almost subconsciously. It was always a thing he did no matter where they were or what they were doing. Everyone else probably gagged behind their back at their constant public displays of affection, but Alcibiades couldn't care less. It'd grown into such a habit, it'd be hell trying to break it if someone felt uncomfortable with it. Alci's brow quirked slightly at Breakout's sly grin, almost knowing exactly what the dirty-minded hound was thinking before he even said what he had to say. He aimed to playfully smack him on the chest, laughter bubbling forth from his pale lips at Breakout's impersonation of 'royalty.' "Hmph, you better feel pleased, or else I'd have to punish you, my King." He returns, the corners of his lips turning upwards as his voice turns sweet and sultry. He couldn't keep the facade up for long, as an grin appeared on his face a second later, mirth glittering in his eyes as Breakout lays an arm across his back.
The embrace was accepted without a second thought, his head pressed against Breakout's broad chest. The tease that came afterward had Alcibiades exhaling sharply with an faux annoyed huff. "What? You want me to say it?" He gingerly rubbed his nose against Breakout's then, sweet smile returning to him. "You have to say please." Alcibiades had always wanted to banter with someone like this, whether it be a friend or someone he knew intimately like Breakout. It brought him boundless joy, so much happiness. He wonders often how he'd ever gotten this lucky. What would he have done if it hadn't been for Breakout coming to him in his dire time of need? This thought got the small cogs turning in his head as he'd finally managed to pop off the top of the wine bottle. He hadn't moved to take a drink of it though, instead allowing its sweet smell to fill the air around them.
"Breakout," His voice, albeit soft and gentle as it had been before, held a note of sobriety about it. He let the name of his amazing boyfriend hang in the air for a moment, Alci collecting his thoughts in his mind, before he spoke once more. "Do you remember... when you asked me if I was happy?" As he directed that question to him, Alcibiades turned his rose - tinted gaze up to the love of his life. A bit of that anxiety from earlier flared up in his heart, making it go pitter-patter in its ivory chambers.
- Ahh, I know! Bless them ; u ;
I'm also sorry for this monster post but Breakvelvet has always given me immense muse !!