Bettin' While the Bettin's Good

by ChaosNecessary

Summary:

Angel makes a joke. Alastor makes a bet. Shenanigans ensue.

Notes:

Lol this was supposed to be a one-shot but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

This has apparently morphed into a multi-chapter fic and I have no idea how many chapters it'll be so join me for the wild ride that is my imagination!

Chapter 1: Let the Games Begin

It started with a simple joke. 

Angel had been sitting at the bar with Husk and Alastor after a long shift at work, complaining to the barcat about his work day.

“Val is so full’a shit with his ‘stage directions’–I know what I’m doin’! I’ma fuckin’ professional. I bet I could even show Alastor a good time!” he scoffed while gesturing his drink in the other man’s direction with three of his arms resting on the bartop and one leg crossed over the other. Husk chuckled softly, his attention still focused on the glass in his hand that he was wiping with a towel.

“Ok Legs, whatever you say.” Angel narrowed his eyes in a glare at the old tom cat, his pride bristling at the dig.

“I’m serious, Husky! I’d make him come so hard, he’d fa’get his own name!” A harsh screech of a record scratch blasted through the air, making both Angel and Husk flinch and reminding Angel the demon he’d been talking about was sitting only a few feet away. Shit.

“ Are you quite certain of that, my dear? ” Alastor’s radio-laced voice floated softly through the silence. Not quite inviting but not quite threatening either. Husk shot Angel a warning look but kept his mouth shut as Angel shifted his mismatched eyes to Alastor’s face. The Radio Demon had angeled himself to look at Angel, the wide, yellow-tooth smile on his face tense and his eyes narrowed in challenge. His ears were pointed upright, nearly quivering (in anger?) while his back was ramrod straight, one hand gripping his glass tightly while the other rested on his knee, his fingers tapping rapidly. Angel swallowed thickly and attempted to speak.

“I was just–”

“ If you’re so confident, how about we make a bet?” Alastor interrupted softly, his grin widening impossibly as he leaned towards the spider demon. Warning bells went off in Angel’s head, his fur rising as goosebumps scattered across his skin. His heart pounded hard in his chest; he was sure Alastor and Husk could both hear it. Every survival instinct he had was screaming at him to back down, to leave and go back to his room and save his own skin.

Too bad Angel was never very good at listening.

Angel cleared his throat, bravado sliding over his features as easily and practiced as his morning make-up routine. He wasn’t intimidated by Alastor (much). A matching grin curved his lips as he leaned in closer to Alastor, his golden fang peeking cheekily at the edge.

“Whadda the terms, Smiles?” Angel purred, nearly laughing when Alastor’s eye twitched in displeasure at the nickname. To his credit, Alastor didn’t rise to the bait, simply humming softly as he thought for a moment.

“ Obviously I can’t ask for your soul–not only is it already claimed but I daresay Charlie would have my head. ” Alastor’s canned laugh track played but neither Angel nor Husk laughed along. Husk had finally put down the glass he’d been cleaning for the last hour before he turned to watch both Angel and Alastor. His ears were still flat against his head and his tail flicked nervously behind him but his face was calm, betraying nothing of the anxiety Angel knew he was feeling inside. “ If you win, I will owe you one favor at a time of your choosing. ”

Angel’s eyes went wide as his smile fell, shock coloring his features. Alastor’s smile turned predatory, eyes alight with manic glee, knowing exactly how precious being owed a favor by the Radio Demon would be. It took Angel several tries to get his question out.

“And…if you win?” The words were nearly a whisper as they passed his lips. Alastor tilted his head, his neck making a sickening crick as it bent nearly 90 degrees.

“ To keep things simple, let us agree to a favor for a favor, hmm? ” Angel hesitated, his mind racing as he tried to think of something–anything–Alastor could want from him. Steeling himself, Angel pointed one of his fingers at the other demon.

“I won’t do anythin’ ta hurt anyone I care about. And I won’t be parta any schemes to make tha hotel fail.” If Angel hadn’t been staring intently at Alastor, he’d have missed the subtle tightening of his eyes, even as the rest of his face stayed the same. Sometimes learning to read body language as well as he could came in handy.

“ Well that’s a lot less fun. But alright, darling. I accept your limitations. ” Alastor held out his hand and waited patiently. Angel got the feeling Alastor knew he had Angel right where he wanted him and now he only had to wait for Angel to accept it too. With a deep breath, Angel reached forward, the pink tips of his fingers nearly touching Alastor’s red-tipped claws.

“Angel!” Husk’s hiss cut through the tension suddenly, causing Angel to yank his hand back as if burned. Alastor’s ears pinned back harshly, nearly disappearing into his hair as they laid flat against his head and the radio static around them crackled angrily. Husk glared right back at his soul-owner but spoke to Angel. “Think about what you’re doing–are you really trying to get roped into another contract with an Overlord?” The disappointment and judgment was thick in Husk’s voice and Angel felt his heart sink to the floor. Alastor scoffed and rolled his eyes at the statement, his hand still offered in Angel’s direction.

“ Oh calm down, it’s not a deal , Husker. It’s a simple wager between friends. Angel is more than intelligent enough to make this decision on his own. If he’s as confident in his skill as he claims to be, it should be easy for him to win our little agreement. ” Pink and black locked with blood red as Angel looked to the Radio Demon in surprise. Angel had assumed Alastor thought he was stupid slut, just like everyone else. Angel knew he wasn’t but sometimes it was easier to hide behind a brainless mask than risk getting himself into more trouble by being smart enough to catch attention.

Bolstered by the compliment and stroke to his ego (even if he knew that was Alastor’s intention), Angel grinned again and slapped his hand into Alastor’s without another thought. He tensed, gripping Alastor’s warm hand and tried to prepare for the flare of magic that would bind them together.

But nothing happened.

Alastor gave his hand a single shake before letting go and turning back to his drink, a satisfied smirk curving his lips at Angel’s confused look.

“ I told you it wasn’t a deal, my dear. ” The amusement was clear in his voice as he lifted his rye whiskey to his lips. Angel let out an awkward laugh, quickly turning back to his own bright pink cosmopolitan. A frown was etched into Husk’s face, mistrust and confusion clear to see when he wasn’t hiding behind his poker face.

“See, Whiskas? Not a deal.” Angel licked a drop of alcohol off his lips, his eyes sliding to the side to look the Radio Demon up and down slowly. “So, uh…when’s this gonna happen?” he tried to ask casually, the reality of what he’d agreed to sinking in. He was going to get to fuck the Radio Demon. Alastor hummed noncommittally and only gave a single sentence in response before disappearing into his shadows.

“ I’ll come to you when it’s time .”

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If someone had told Angel even a few weeks ago that the would fuck the Radio Demon, he’d have asked them what drugs they were taking and if he could have some. And yet, he still found himself freshly showered and moisturized, sitting at his vanity and staring at his own reflection getting ready to do just that. He thought back to earlier in the day, his mind still dazed at the way things had unfolded.

Alastor had cornered him after breakfast that morning, nearly a week after their bartop conversation. Angel had been trying to make himself coffee, half awake and leaning his hip against the counter with one hand pouring his drink while another was rubbing his eye tiredly and his lower hands rested on his hips. His oversized sleep shirt hung loosely off one shoulder and was long enough to hang past his hips, giving the illusion he wasn’t wearing a pair of comfortable shorts underneath. The silence in the kitchen was soothing and part of the reason why Angel chose to come down after everyone else had already vacated the space.

“ Good morning , my effeminate fellow!” Angel startled so violently, he nearly threw the coffee pot at Alastor while his three other hands came up to block his face and upper body.

“Satan fuck, Alastor! You tryna give me a fuckin’ heart attack?” Angel carefully set the carafe down, shooting a glare at the other demon as he tried to calm his racing heart and stop the shaking of his hands. “How’a you so chipper this early?” Alastor laughed, the tinny audience-tinged track played underneath his own as he cocked his head in Angel’s direction.

“My dear, it’s nearly 11 am! I don’t think most would consider that ‘early’, hmm?” Alastor’s voice danced with amusement and Angel rolled his eyes before turning back to the counter to clean up the coffee he’d spilled. Nifty would rip him apart if he left the kitchen a mess after she’d already cleaned it.

“It’s early ta me–I work nights, rememba?” Alastor didn’t respond, the soft sound of static the only way Angel knew he was still there. “Whadda want, Al?” Angel asked tiredly, his attention only partially on the demon behind him. There was a certain thrill of knowing he could turn his back on Alastor and not be in danger, a certain level of excitement in knowing he was one of the few who could do so. It made him feel brave – stupidly so.

“I simply wished to let you know that I believe it’s past time we put our little wager to the test.” Alastor’s words were easy, relaxed as if he wasn’t talking about Angel fucking him until he couldn’t see straight. Angel turned to face the other man, his eyebrows raised in surprise. “Are you amenable to this evening?”

Angel nodded dumbly, unable to get his throat to work well enough to actually speak and agree.

“Lovely.” Alastor nodded with a smile and disappeared without another word, which left a startled Angel leaned against the counter to pull himself together.

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With a sigh, Angel ran his hand through his bangs to fluff them and wondered for the 100th time that day if he had made the right choice in agreeing. Husk obviously thought he hadn’t–he’d been resolutely ignoring Angel the whole week, refusing to talk about anything other than his drink order. Angel met his own gaze in the mirror and straightened his back. Of course he did–he was the Angel Dust. Alastor was lucky he was getting a free night with him! Angel shoved aside the self doubt and stood from his chair, heading to his wardrobe to find the perfect outfit.

Digging through his piles and piles of clothes, Angel finally settled on a leather bodysuit and slid it on. The soft leather felt nice against his fur, the rounded top framing his chest fluff and showing the top of his heart shaped markings. It cinched his waist to show off his rounded hips and ass while leaving his legs entirely bare. Angel paired the bodysuit with his signature black boots and tied his black choker around his throat, eyeing himself in the mirror before deciding he was happy with the look. Simple, but effectively sexy.

Are you really going through with this? A voice in his head (which sounded suspiciously like Husk) said. Angel frowned at his reflection. Did he make a mistake in agreeing to this with Alastor? It was well known by…well everyone that Alastor wasn’t into sex. Or touching. Or any kind of intimacy, really. Would he really be able to not only get Alastor off but make him come hard enough to win the bet? Angel’s teeth dug into his lower lip for a moment, the pain pulling him from his thoughts. Either way, it was too late. Backing out now would mean an automatic loss and he’d owe Alastor either way. At least going through with this would mean he got bragging rights to say he bedded the Radio Demon.

Angel wasn’t sure what time Alastor would be there but he figured if he stayed in his room late enough, Alastor would show up. He didn’t think Al would appreciate him being seen going to the deer’s room and since he couldn’t travel by shadow, he resigned himself to wait. Angel laid back on his bed and scrolled mindlessly through his phone to pass the time – Husk had thankfully offered to watch Fat Nuggets for the night but that left Angel alone with no one and nothing to distract himself with.

He’d nearly dozed off when the soft crackle of static let him know Alastor had finally decided to show. Angel sat up again and rubbed his face to wake up more, careful not to smear the make up he’d put on earlier. His eyes scanned the room, finally landing on the darker-than-normal shadows in the corner.

“I know ya there, Al. I can hear tha static.” Angel rolled his eyes as he spoke, Alastor’s theatrics grating his nerves a little. It was just the two of them–who was he putting on the spooky show for?

Alastor stepped out from the corner, the dark corner seeming almost bright now that the demon had put his shadows away. His eyes and grin practically glowed in the dimly lit room, his gaze entirely focused on Angel. Neither of them spoke for a moment, Angel raising his eyebrow as he waited to see if Alastor would talk first. He didn’t have to wait long.

“ I will admit, I’m surprised you noticed me as quickly as you did. ” Alastor grumbled, clearly irritated he hadn’t been able to startle Angel like he had that morning. Angel couldn’t help but smirk.

“Ya not as sneaky as ya think, Smiles.” Angel teased, setting his phone aside and moving to sit on the edge of the bed. Alastor still hadn’t moved from his spot in the corner and Angel cocked his head as he studied the other man.

Alastor rarely looked relaxed but in that moment, he looked even more tense than usual. His shoulders were stiff under his red jacket, his hands held firmly behind his back. Alastor’s eyes were searching around the room, looking at anything and everything–except Angel. Angel’s stomach rolled uncomfortably, unease settling over him the longer he watched Alastor’s obvious discomfort. He sighed softly, all 4 hands falling to rest in his lap.

“Alastor.” Angel saying his name made the demon’s eyes snap to his face, the panic in the look giving him a stereotypical ‘deer in the headlights’ look, despite the wide grin. Angel met his gaze, letting his face soften a bit in an attempt to put him at ease. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. We can call the whole thing off.”

Alastor’s eyes narrowed in suspicion and there was a soft record scratch before he spoke. “ My dear, if I didn’t want to be here, I would not be .” The clear anger in his tone did nothing but make Angel roll his eyes. Stubborn deer.

But two could play that game.

Angel stood from the bed and approached Alastor, watching the way the other’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. Angel didn’t stop until he was inches in front of Alastor. He could see the way Al’s chest stuttered with an aborted gasp, as if he wasn’t expecting Angel to take the first step and close the distance. Angel reached out a hand slowly, taking his time and watching Alastor’s face closely to give the other demon time to stop him or move away. But he didn’t.

Angel’s hand rested lightly on Alastor’s chest. He could feel how fast the deer demon’s heart was racing, the way it pounded against his ribcage as if attempting to break through the layers of muscle, skin, and clothing to escape. A slight smile curved Angel’s lips as he realized Alastor was as nervous as he was.

For some reason, this realization made Angel’s chest swell. He could work with nerves – Satan knew he had plenty of nervous and first-time clients who needed him to take the reigns.

“I have one question for ya before we start anythin’–how far are we goin’ tonight?” A confused look passed over Alastor’s face as he tried to understand the question.

“ I…I’m afraid I don’t understand, my dear. Was not the wager that you would, as you put it, ‘make me come so hard I would forget my own name’? ”

A soft laugh bubbled from Angel’s mouth before he could stop it. “Der’s a lotta ways I could make ya come, Al. I could use ma hands or mouth. I could use a few differen’ toys on ya. I could even fuck ya, if that’s whatcha lookin’ for. So you tell me, doll.”

There was a long silence as Alastor thought and Angel was happy to give him the time to think. He needed to be sure what their line was before he did anything–he refused to do to someone else what had been done to him too many times.

“ I believe hands will suffice for tonight. I don’t relish the idea of using one of your…toys, ” Alastor said, the disgust clear on his face as he spoke. “ I may be amenable to your mouth, if the situation calls for it. ” Alastor’s face darkened momentarily, his eyes flipping to radio dials as he growled, “ I do not wish to be penetrated .”

Angel nodded in agreement, his hand rubbing soothingly on Alastor’s chest without realizing what he was doing. A soft almost-purr rumbled from underneath his hand and Angel couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face.

“So…whaddya wanna do first, Alastor?” Angel asked softly. Alastor’s ears pinned quickly to his head and Angel nearly winced in regret. Of course Al wouldn’t be able to voice what came next. But what was Angel supposed to do? Alastor was always in charge–always in control . If he couldn’t say what he wanted to happen, couldn’t talk about limits or boundaries or—.

Angel’s racing thoughts screeched to a halt as an idea suddenly came to him. He could do this. He took a slow breath to steady himself and tried again.

“Ya want me ta take charge, Al?” Angel’s voice was as quiet as before, the single hand on Alastor’s chest again starting to move in gentle, calming movements. “Should I take control for ya?” Angel watched as Alastor’s pupils dilate in real time, the black of his iris nearly swallowing up the red until only a thin ring remained. Angel’s smile grew as Alastor nodded minutely, his head barely shifting enough to be considered a nod. “Then that’s what I’ll do.”

Angel took a step back, eyeing Alastor up and down slowly, letting the desire that had started burning in his gut show on his face and in his eyes. He walked in a slow circle around Alastor, suddenly having moved from prey to predator while Al nearly quivered in front of him. It seemed as if Alastor had suddenly lost control of the sounds he emitted – or he was so focused on Angel that the music and static around him was running wild. Stations flipped wildly, the sounds changing too quickly to hear what they were until Angel stood close behind Alastor and rested his lower hands on the other demon’s hips, his upper hands sliding along Alastor’s shoulders.

“I’m gonna take off ya jacket, big buck. Help ya get a little more comfortable, yeah?” Angel paused to give Alastor a chance to stop him. Alastor turned his head a fraction of an inch, still watching Angel over his shoulder. The way Alastor’s ears immediately flicked up at the nickname made Angel smile. “Ya like that name? Ya wanna be my big buck?” Alastor nodded, his eyes wide in amazement and face flushed–Angel figured he was either very embarrassed or very turned on. Possibly both. Angel let his lower hands drop as he came back around to face Alastor, one hand sliding over his shoulders to rest on his chest and his eyes roaming the deer’s face to take in every twitch and shift of his expression.

“I can work with that.” Angel let his lower hands rest lightly on Alastor’s hips again, another joining the upper hand already resting on the man’s chest. His fingers slowly slit the buttons open but Angel’s eyes stayed glued to Alastor’s face. His head tilted down while Alastor’s was fighting between looking at Ange’s face and his hands; it occurred to Angel just how much taller he was than the other demon. Alastor always seemed…larger than life. The biggest personality in the room, always capturing the attention of anyone around.

But here, in the quiet of Angel’s room, just the two of them together…Alastor was almost tiny . Not only that but Alastor was willingly allowing Angel to see and touch him in a way no one else had. Angel’s breath whooshed softly from his chest, a slight dizziness washing over him at the realization. It was a heady feeling, having someone relinquish their control like that.

Angel kept his hands moving, pulling himself from his thoughts instead of staring blankly at Alastor. He slid the red pinstriped jacket off his shoulders, letting it ease down the deer’s arms until it came free. Angel studied Alastor’s face, taking in every minute change. But when no screech of static came, no radio dial eyes, no shadow tentacles shoving him away, Angel kept moving and laid Alastor’s jacket gently on his vanity. Alastor’s suspenders followed next, before Angel untucked his shirt from his slacks. He paused again, studying Alastor’s face before he realized neither of them had said a word in several minutes.

“Al? Can ya do something fa me, big buck?” Angel asked softly, the only sign Alastor heard him being the slight flick of his left ear and a hitch in his breathing. “Bet aside, I wantcha ta have a good night. But I don’t know what ya want and don’t want. So I need ya ta help me out, ok?” Angel paused again, waiting until Alastor gave him a slight nod. Angel smiled and patted Alastor’s chest approvingly. “I think I know whatcha need. But if I get it wrong, ya gotta tell me. So if I do somethin’ ya don’t like, I wantcha to say ‘red.’ Got it?”

There was a long silence, long enough that Angel started to think he’d made a mistake. He nearly sighed in relief when Alastor finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

“ Yes .” Angel smiled brightly, his nimble fingers slipping Alastor’s bowtie loose.

“That’s ma good boy.” Alastor bleated softly, his ears finally relaxing and falling slightly to the side. Angel’s knees nearly gave out at the reaction, pleased he’d managed to find the right path but he pulled himself together and continued. He unbuttoned Alastor’s shirt quickly, letting it fall open to expose Alastor’s chest. Angel’s eyes were glued to the sight of the fur he found there. Alastor’s chest was fluffier than he’d expected, nearly rivaling his own, and he couldn’t help but slide one hand through the fur. Alastor’s chest was flat underneath, all the bulk coming strictly from the mountain of fur unlike his own chest. It was coarser than his but still soft and Angel was already addicted to touching it.

Alastor nearly melted to the touch, and a second hand joined the first, Angel threading his fingers through Alastor’s fur until he was practically kneading it like a kitten. A giggle passed his lips at the image but was cut short by a harsh cut of a record scratch.

“Mind sharing what’s so funny, dear? I also enjoy a good laugh.” Alastor’s voice was sharp, his anger barely controlled as he stiffened again under Angel’s hands. Angel’s eyes flicked to Alastor’s face again, seeing the embarrassed flush coloring his cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean ta laugh at ya. I was laughin’ at myself fa how much I like touching ya fur,” Angel soothed gently. His words were soft but sincere and Angel kept his face open to show Alastor as much. “It’s been a while since I liked touchin’ someone this much.” Alastor’s eyes narrowed slightly, as if looking for the lie in Angel’s words but apparently found none when he began to relax once more as Angel started moving his fingers again.

He could feel a multitude of scars hidden beneath Alastor’s fluff and the other sinner’s skin twitched a little each time his fingers brushed over one. Angel wondered if Alastor had gotten them all after he had come to Hell or if they were left over from his time up top. Angel kept his hands moving lower, following the fur as it became softer and thinner until it disappeared just past Alastor’s ribs.

Here, Angel could see the scars that continued over Alastor’s body, discoloring the gray velvet fur to a bright white. The color difference highlighted just how many scars Alastor had, and Angel realized he was staring without speaking again when Alastor started to shift uncomfortably, a heavy hum beginning to fill the air as Angel’s lower hands on Alastor’s hips tightened to keep him in place.

“Ya look good, big buck,” Angel murmured with a smile, his fingers lightly tracing along Alastor’s visible ribs before dipping lower to his sunken stomach. His chest nearly burst when Alastor’s skin twitched and a soft sigh passed the deer demon’s lips. “I’m gonna take ya shirt off now–I wanna see more’a ya.” Angel didn’t wait for a nod this time, simply pulling off Alastor’s shirt without any other comments. He let the article drop lightly to the floor, humming in disapproval when Alastor’s ears pinned to his head and he began to speak while looking at the shirt on the floor.

“ Don’t leave it on the ground–” Alastor’s voice died in his throat when Angel slid one hand to grip Alastor’s chin, tilting the deer demon’s head up to lock eyes with him again. His eyes widened slightly, the grin on his face shaking at the edges as if wanting to fall.

“Eyes up here, Al. I want ya eyes on mine until I tell ya otherwise. Got it?” Angry static crackled in the air and Angel could practically see the thoughts swirling behind Alastor’s eyes as he debated if he should listen or continue to push. Angel’s eyes narrowed after several minutes passed without an answer.

“Al, I asked ya a question.” Moving on instinct, Angel let his hand slide from Alastor’s chin to his throat, squeezing lightly until he could feel the fluttering of Alastor’s pulse beneath his fingers. Angel had been expecting harsh static, the screech of a record, or even Alastor forcing him away.

What he didn’t expect was the nearly pornographic moan that left his lips.

Angel’s eyes widened in surprise, not only at the sound, but at the wave of desire that practically slammed into him. He could feel himself getting hard beneath his body suit, his cock already starting to extend from its sheath until the tip slid against the smooth leather of his outfit. Fuck, he hadn’t expected Alastor to sound so good, and it caught him off guard. He was even further surprised when Alastor audibly gulped before speaking.

“I understand.” Alastor whimpered, all filters dropped from his voice. One of Alastor’s blackened hands lifted to wrap around Angel’s wrist and he had a moment of panic, thinking Alastor would make him let go. Until the other demon gripped his wrist tighter, pressing Angel’s hand harder to his throat.

Angel took the signal for what it was and tightened his grip further, squeezing at the sides to limit the blood flow to Alastor’s brain while still allowing him to breathe. Angel watched Alastor’s face intently while sliding one of his lower hands from his hip down between his legs.

Alastor was hard.

He stroked the hard length slowly, teasing the tip when he found it and he let out a moan of his own that matched the one Alastor let loose at his touch.

“Ya being such a good boy fa me…Satan, I can’t believe how good ya being.” Angel leaned in as he spoke, until he could feel Alastor’s breath against his face and their lips nearly touched in a mockery of a kiss. He was still gripping Alastor’s throat with one hand while the other three continued their exploration of his body–teasing his cock through his slacks, tracing the scars along his torso, and threading his fingers through the fluff on Alastor’s chest before gripping it roughly and pulling . The action dragged another moan from the other sinner, the sound wavering and breathless due to the grip on his throat.

Alastor’s eyes had nearly closed, barely open as he struggled to keep his gaze on Angel’s face as instructed. Alastor doing as he was told nearly made Angel want to come right then and there but he held himself back with a few deep breaths. He was a professional, after all.

“Let’s move to tha bed – I wanna get ya comfortable.” Angel cheekily kissed the tip of Alastor’s nose, smirking a bit at the startled honk Alastor couldn’t hold back. That was quickly followed by an almost mournful whine as Angel’s hands pulled away. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m not done wit ya just yet.” One hand came to rest on Alastor’s lower back, the skin warm under his fingers as he guided the shorter sinner towards his bed, making him sit before he knelt down to take off Alastor’s shoes and socks quickly.

Angel slid two hands over Alastor’s legs once he finished, up to his waist before resting on the bed beside his hips while another two continued up to his shoulders. With a gentle pressure, Angel laid Alastor back on the bed, shifting to kneel between his spread legs while looking down at the other sinner. Caged in by Angel’s arms and body, Alastor nearly shook beneath him, the need clear on his face as he squirmed uncomfortably. Angel simply grinned and continued to stare down at him, waiting to see if Alastor would voice his need.

“ What are you doing? Why did you stop? ” Alastor asked irritably, his filter back and ears flipping forward and flat repeatedly as he struggled to hide behind his mask.

“Taking my time, Suga. I hear anticipation makes everthin’ betta.” The tease was obvious in Angel’s voice but before Alastor could say another word, the spider leaned in and pressed his lips to Alastor’s as a hand returned to the deer’s throat. Angel’s lower hands grabbed onto Alastor’s thighs, spreading his legs further to allow him room to settle between them.

Kissing someone with a constant grin was a challenge, something Angel hadn’t had to do before. The kiss was rough, all lips and teeth and Angel hissed softly as one of Alastor’s needle-sharp teeth nicked his lip, the sudden pain making Angel nearly cry out in pleasure as he shifted to grind his hips between Alastor’s. The blood welled quickly, smearing between their lips until Alastor’s tongue darted out to taste it, drawing a long, guttural moan when Alastor bucked his hips into Angel’s.

The feeling of Alastor’s clothed cock sliding against his own was so good , Angel’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head. If this was how good it felt to just dry hump like a couple of randy teenagers, how good would it feel once they were actually naked? The thought clung to Angel’s brain, his lower hands suddenly scrabbling for Alastor’s slacks to yank them open. Not that Alastor noticed; he was so focused on licking every drop of blood from Angel’s mouth, the extermination could have started and he wouldn’t have noticed. It wasn’t until Angel managed to finally get his pants open and a warm hand wrapped around his cock that Alastor realized what had happened.

His body arched up off the bed, thrusting wildly into Angel’s hand until the spider leaned hard against Alastor’s hip to press him back down on the bed. He stroked the thick cock slowly, enjoying the sight below him. They’d barely begun and Alastor already looked completely wrecked –his eyes half lidded, hair a mess as sweat gathered along his temples and forehead, hands gripping wildly at Angel’s sheets. Angel nearly winced at the ripping sound as Alastor’s claws shredded the soft cotton. He’d have to buy new sheets now.

“Easy, big buck…I’ll give ya whatcha want soon enough…that’s my good boy,” he crooned, his own voice rough with need and desire.

Angel had one upper hand pressed to the bed beside Alastor’s shoulder supporting himself, the other still gripping his throat tightly as the deer’s eyes widened in shock. His mouth opened and closed several times, nothing coming out other than a garbled mix of moans, whines, and gasps. The flush of Alastor’s skin colored his cheeks and ran down his throat to his chest, turning his ashen gray skin nearly maroon. It was beautiful the way Alastor melted at the praise, his eyes hazed with need in a way Angel had never seen.

He kept one hand on Alastor’s hip to hold him still while using another to keep stroking his cock, almost lazy in his movements as the tip leaked more precome to glide his hand.

“Ya look so pretty like this–my big, handsome buck being so good, jus’ waitin’ for whateva I’m gonna give ya.” Alastor’s cock nearly jumped in his hand and Angel groaned softly, beyond turned on at the sight and feel of the deer sinner laid out below him. “I’m gonna make ya feel so good , big boy.”

Angel watched Alastor’s teeth dig into his lower lip until it bled,trying to muffle the sounds spilling from his mouth. Angel sucked his teeth in a disapproving sound, gripping Alastor’s cock tighter as he swiped his thumb across the slit to smear the precome around more and leaning down to lick the blood that had started to trail down his chin. While he didn’t particularly like the taste of blood, the gasp it drew from Alastor had been worth it.

“Ah ah ah–don’t hold back now, Al. I wanna hear ya…” Angel leaned in again, bringing his face closer to Alastor’s and watching as the other demon’s eyes nearly crossed in an effort to keep his gaze on Angel’s. “I wanna hear how good I’m makin’ ya feel.” Angel lifted the hand from Alastor’s hip to slide it through his chest fluff again, gentle at first until a wicked smirk curved his lips. He dug his nails into his skin and pulled.

The scream of pleasure that erupted from Alastor’s lips was music to his ears.

“That’s it, baby… sing for me ,” Angel nearly growled. Unable to stop himself, he pressed their mouths together again, swallowing down his sounds as he licked inside Alastor’s mouth. He pressed the tip of his tongue against the point of Alastor’s tooth, groaning softly as he felt the sharp tip cut him again. Alastor’s feral growl nearly vibrated them both as the blood dripped and Angel had to fight to keep up the slow, lazy pace of his strokes.

He wondered idly how long he could keep Alastor on the edge before he came. As it was, he was mildly surprised Alastor had lasted this long–the first time he’d gotten a handy from another fella, he’d blown his load in less than 5 minutes. Alastor had already lasted more than double that.

Angel suddenly got an idea, a wonderfully, wicked idea that he knew would really send Alastor over the moon. With a soft groan, he pulled their mouths apart, leaning back enough to see the other demon’s face.

“I’m gonna take ya pants off now, Al,” Angel warned him evenly, the panic that washed over Alastor’s face more obvious now in his debauched state than ever before. Alastor’s entire body tensed, both hands suddenly jumping up to grip the arm at his throat but Angel didn’t flinch. “I know, it’s alright. I remember yer rule–I promise, I’m not gonna put anythin’ in ya. Can ya trust me that much?” The hand on Alastor’s cock had nearly slowed to a stop, the one tangled in his chest fur switching from harsh pulling to a gentle threading of his fingers through the strands. ”Be my sweet, handsome buck, and trust me ta take care’a ya.”

There was a moment of hesitation but Alastor nodded (as much as he could with Angel’s hand still around his throat) and Angel practically beamed at him. “Such a good boy fa me, Smiles.”

Alastor bleated softly at the praise, his ears drooping pleasantly as Angel patted his chest gently. Without another word, Angel pulled both his lower hands away, quickly yanking Alastor’s slacks and underwear off the rest of the way and tossing them off the edge of the bit with a cheeky smirk. He was met with narrowed eyes and a crackle of irritated static but no biting comment. Another pat to Alastor’s chest and a softly crooned Good boy before he focused on what he was doing.

Angel shifted them both, lifting Alastor’s hips until only his shoulders and upper back were pressed to the bed. He slid his knees underneath Alastor’s hips (catching sight of a small, fluffy black and red tail that nearly had him squealing at how cute it was). He didn’t say a word, forcing himself to take a deep breath and move on to not ruin the mood–as it was, Alastor’s erection had already started to flag, the tip of his cock no longer leaking continuously.

“Spread ya legs for me, sweetheart…that’s it, jus’ like that. My good boy, yer doing so well fa me, big boy,” Angel praised, eyeing the way Alastor’s cock twitched with each word. He used his lower hands to guide Alastor’s legs, bending them at the knee and letting them fall open on either side of his hips. Sliding his hands along the warm thighs, he registered the soft, velvety fur grow thinner and shorter the closer it got to Alastor’s cock.

In this position, Angel finally got a good, full look at all of Alastor’s body. His cock was thick, long and just a little curved (Angel huffed a little at how unfair it was for someone to have a cock that beautiful when he didn’t even use it), dark grey at the base like the rest of his skin but bleeding to black at the tip as if to match his hands and arms. His lightly furred balls were nestled high and tight beneath it, betraying just how turned on and close he was to coming, and below that was his puckered hole. The view of it made Angel nearly ache with need but he pulled himself back–after all, this wasn’t about him. It was about Alastor’s pleasure.

Realizing he’d been staring at the demon below him for several minutes without a word, Angel realized how tense Alastor had become. His face wasn’t flushed in pleasure anymore, but now in embarrassment and his ears had fallen back tightly against his skull. The wavering sounds of rapidly flipping radio channels had also stopped, the air now filled with a harsh static that was steadily growing louder the longer Angel was silent. Alastor was waiting for his assessment, even if it embarrassed him.

“Yer so fuckin’ gorgeous, big guy,” Angel assured him softly but seriously, his lower hands stroking Alastor’s furred thighs gently. “Ya look real fuckin’ good in my lap like this.” Angel’s lower arm left Alastor’s thigh and reached over to his side table, snagging the lube he’d set there earlier and forgotten about in his excitement to get his hands on the deer. “Now, where was I…”

Angel smirked and squirted a liberal amount of lube on his hand before gripping Alastor’s cock again. “Oh yeah–Right here,” he crooned as he squeezed . Alastor nearly screamed and arched into his hand, his eyes nearly rolling back into his head as his hands gripped Angel’s arm until Alstor’s claws dug into his skin. “That’s what I wanted ta hear, good boy.”

Angel went back to stroking Alastor, dragging his hand from root to tip, teasing his slit, and back down again. The lube made it infinitely easier, the friction nearly disappearing as Alastor tried to fuck up into his hand. Angel gripped Alastor’s throat tighter, cutting off both blood flow and air, causing his eyes to roll back into his head and his cock to harden further in Angel’s hand. He let Alastor chase his pleasure, crooning soft words of praise even as he watched Alastor fight the instinct to remove Angel’s hand from his throat. His eyes roamed Alastor’s face, mapping it and committing every inch to memory of how the other demon looked so close to his climax. It wasn’t until Alastor’s thrusts grew erratic that Angel released his tight grip, feeling the way Alastor gasped for breath as his body began to tense and his balls drew up even closer to his body again. That was when Angel ripped the control back.

His lower hands grabbed Alastor’s hips, forcing him to be still while the hand on his cock dropped to the base to hold it tightly, stopping Alastor’s orgasm in its tracks. Alastor’s eyes flew open in shock and a high pitched whine exploded from his mouth that sounded suspiciously like Angel’s name.

“ Aaaaaaangel! What–Please–oh Satan, please, what–why–?” Alastor babbled, trying and failing to jerk his hips in search of friction that would push him just over the edge. Angel’s wicked smirk was back, rubbing his thumb over Alastor’s pulse point but not letting go just yet.

“Did I say you could come, big guy?” Angel asked sweetly, his head tilted slightly as he took in the look of indignation and shock on Alastor’s face. “Good boys wait ta come until they have permission.”

“ I..but you…”

“I said I would make ya come. Not that ya could come wheneva ya wanted.” Angel nearly laughed at the low growl that dragged from Alastor’s chest. “If ya wanna come, ya gotta ask fa it.” Angel was met with silence as the order registered in Alastor’s mind. “Come on, be a good boy fa me and ask.” Angel moved his hands again, one still on Alastor’s hip to keep him still, one still gripping his base and balls to stop him from coming, and a third to start stroking him again.

A choked sound gargled out of Alastor before he clacked his jaw shut in defiance. Angel tsk ed softly, shaking his head in mock disappointment.

“If’n ya wanna act like a brat, I’ll hafta treat ya like one.” The hand on Alastor’s hip gripped tighter, his nails digging deeper into Alastor’s skin until pinpricks of blood began to well up. “Maybe I’ll hafta keep ya like this all night…right here at tha edge of coming until ya can’t help but beg fa me…”

Angel’s own cock throbbed at the idea and he couldn’t help the little jerks of his own hips as he ground himself against Alastor’s ass. A plaintive whine sounded from the man below him, Alastor’s thighs flexing with his attempts to move against Angel’s grip.

“ P…please”

Angel hummed softly, his hand still moving slowly over Alastor’s cock as his nails dragged down the side of his hip, leaving behind thin trails of blood and dragging a gasp from his lips.

“Please what, big boy?” Silence again and Angel pressed a thumb against the soft strip of skin just behind Alastor’s balls, pressing hard to stimulate his prostate from the outside. “Don’t ya wanna be my good boy? Such a big, handsome buck, ya wanna make ya doe happy, don’t ya?” A nearly earsplitting bugle sound squawked at his words, Alastor’s body beginning to shake with the effort the deer was putting in to holding himself back.

“ Please, Angel…please let me…let me come .” And just like that, the floodgates were opened. Alastor began to babble, begging shamelessly and needily as he squirmed in Angel’s grasp, their eyes locked on one another. “ I want to come–I need to come, Angel, please make me come. I’ll be such a good buck for you, just please let me come . ”

Angel let out a groan of his own, lifting his hips to grind himself harder against Alastor’s ass.

“That’s my good boy…Alright, baby, ya’ve earned it.” Angel released his grip on Alastor’s base but continued to press his thumb in hard to massage that sensitive spot just behind Alastor’s balls. He tightened his grip on Alastor’s throat again while stroking his cock quickly and expertly as he growled, “Come fa me, big buck–let me see how good ya feel.” The hand on Alastor’s hip dug in deeper, dragging another line of bloody stripes across his skin.

“ Thank you, thank you – oh Angel, ahhh–!”

It didn’t take long – one, two, three more strokes and Alastor came . He nearly screamed Angel’s name as he arched up off the bed, painting his stomach, chest, and Angel’s hand with his come. Angel kept up his movements, dragging out the pleasure and helping Alastor ride out his orgasm until he was nearly sobbing from the overstimulation.

It was beautiful to see, and for the first time in his afterlife, Angel came nearly untouched.

Angel had to take a moment to catch his own breath, his orgasm having stolen it with how sudden and intense it had hit him. He recovered quickly though, releasing Alastor’s throat and touching his neck and chest gently to soothe him.

“Ya did so good, baby…fuck, ya so fuckin’ beautiful when ya come. Ya were such a good boy fa me, Alastor.” Angel spoke softly as he reached over to his side table to grab a packet of wet wipes. Pulling out a few, he quickly and confidently cleaned up the mess, wanting to keep his hands on Alastor as he praised him to help him come down from his post-orgasm high.

It took longer than he thought it would for Alastor to come back to himself. Long enough that Angel had already cleaned them both up, slipped out of his leather outfit and into more comfortable clothes, and eased Alastor into a more comfortable position. He stretched them out on the bed and tucked the shorter demon into his chest as he slowly rubbed circles into the deer demon’s back, speaking softly and keeping up the litany of praises. Several minutes had passed and Angel knew Alastor was back when he began to nuzzle his face into Angel’s chest fluff. He murmured something into the fur.

“Al, I can’t hear ya with ya face in my chest like that,” Angel pointed out amusedly, his hand still moving slowly over Alastor’s back. It was quiet for a moment before Alastor pulled his head back enough to be heard.

“ I said, I believe you’ve won our bet, ” Alastor repeated grudgingly, his face still mostly hidden from Angel’s view. That worked in Angel’s favor however, as Alastor couldn’t see the wide grin that stretched far enough across his face that it rivaled the Radio Demon’s.

“Well…if yer amenable…we could do best two outta three.”

“... I’m amenable. ”

Notes:

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Chapter 2: Second Verse, Same as the First

Summary:

Alastor acts bratty. Angel puts him in his place.

Alastor had been watching Angel.

In the months since the last extermination, Alastor had come to realize there was more to the spider than met the eye. And while he did not initially have high hopes for his usefulness, the fact remained Angel regularly was inside that idiotic TV’s building, opening up the possibility of him spying for the Radio Demon – and created a risk of Alastor being spied upon at the order of the disgusting creature that held ownership over Angel’s soul to appease his electronic paramour; especially considering the attention that was already paid him and that moron’s inability to get cameras inside the hotel.

Hating the idea of being stalked like prey, he decided to observe his observer. He had expected Angel Dust to be brash, rude, and disgustingly vulgar (which of course, he was). What he had not expected was for the porn-star to be observant, delightfully droll, or respectful of his boundaries. 

Alastor first realized a difference when he’d made his 5-foot rule to the other residents of the hotel–they’d all agreed to stay more than 5 feet away unless he closed the distance between them to initiate any contact. Angel of course still made frivolous offers of sexual favors towards him, though he did not attempt to convince Alastor to change his mind. He would simply shrug a shoulder, tell Alastor it was his loss, and then…move on. It was curious. It made Alastor curious. And Alastor could not help but explore these idiosyncrasies.

The longer he watched, the more he learned. He learned to tell the difference between Angel’s many faces–amused, joyful, smug, defiant, defensive, mistrustful, angry (this one had somehow become his favorite face, though he could not explain the intensity with which he longed to see it more often than it appeared). He noticed the way in which Angel moved, the gracefulness to his motions that was nearly unheard of in most sinners; the way his muscled legs carried his long dancer’s body, sculpted arms in perfect control as he waved them about when excitedly (or angrily) speaking about something. Alastor often sent his shadow to cling to Angel’s when he left the hotel–curious what exactly it was the other sinner got up to when he was away from the rest of the residents.

Alastor would ‘see’ when Angel was forced to take filthy clients in darkened alleyways, allowing them to put their begrimed hands upon him in increasingly lewd ways (the first instance had disgusted Alastor so violently, he’d nearly ripped his shadow back to himself before remembering it would catch Angel’s attention). He ‘saw’ the mask Angel carried himself with when away from the safety of the group, the way he put on a show of vulnerability to those who threatened him, only to bring them to an end with predatory, manic glee (the kind that so matched his own, Alastor had had a visceral reaction to the sight and had come back to his consciousness to find himself achingly hard though he refused to address it and fumed in his rooms until it finally faded on its own).

On evenings he worked, the spider often came back to the hotel late into the night, long after the so-called “witching hour” and everyone else had gone to bed. His shadows the only witnesses to the slow, dejected walk of a man losing pieces of himself with every step. He did not understand how Angel continued – the neverending dregs of his daily life should be enough to send a sinner to stand before an exorcist’s blade. Curiosity all but gnawed at Alastor’s mind at what would be enough to push Angel to the edge and how he picked himself up each and every day.

Alastor’s obsession grew as time went on, his determination to unravel the mystery that was the spider demon and the effect Angel was having on him overtaking any sense he might have had–which was how he found himself sitting at the bartop one evening, listening to Angel bemoan to Husker about his work. He’d nearly tuned out the conversation (one Angel had repeated many times in the past) but the sound of his own name snapped his wandering mind back to attention. He nearly rolled his eyes at the statement, instead keeping his gaze on his rye, finger trailing around the rim of the crystal glass the alcohol was housed in.

“ Are you quite certain of that, my dear?” Alastor taunted suddenly, the words leaving his mouth before he had consciously made the decision to say them. To hide his own surprise, Alastor turned his gaze to the arachnid to watch the panic bloom across his face. The Radio Demon grinned gleefully at the view, a laugh nearly forcing its way from his throat.

The conversation that followed quickly devolved to an agreement of intimacy, Alastor’s mind racing to keep control of the situation. This was his opening–his way to use Angel as a way to get information on those idiodic Vees (and perhaps create some entertainment in the meanwhile).

Because there was no way Angel would be able to win this bet.

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It was quiet in the bayou, save for the muted sounds of the crickets chirping and the soft lapping of the water at the edge of the mud. Fireflies floated through the air lazily, bobbing and weaving as if drifting through a gentle breeze. The subtle green glow of his magic spread across the ground where the dark hardwood floor broke apart to reveal the soft moss beneath; the oppressive humidity of the swamp began to leech into the cool, air conditioned bedroom, as if drawn to the heat of the flames roaring within the fireplace. Framing either side of the hearth were two tall wing-backed parlor chairs, the dark red velvet edged with golden thread adding to the ornate design. Usually, the mix between nostalgia and luxury of the space was a comfort to Alastor.

But not today. Today, Alastor was furious .

He paced quickly back and forth across his room, nearly wearing a groove with the intensity of his movements. Shadows flared around him, lashing out at nothing as angry jazz blared at an ear-splitting level–the same level it had been at for two full days now. The music screeched across the radios throughout the hotel until Charlie had come to his door with bloodshot eyes and mussed hair to let him know she and Vagatha would be leaving to recruit more residents to the hotel but to please stop broadcasting in every room before they returned. Despite his anger, Alastor forced himself to be polite, needing to remain the princess’s ally for the time being. He swallowed his pride (just a bite of it, anyway) and apologized for the disruption as he abruptly ended his hotel-wide broadcast. Before she could ask any questions, he quickly closed the door in her face and threw up a thin wall of shadows across it to prevent any further interruptions.

It had been a week since his evening with Angel Dust and Alastor had reached a level of need he had never experienced before. While the night had been….pleasant (bewilderingly, incomprehensibly, hell-shatteringly perfect – not that he’d ever actually admit to that), Alastor had assumed the feeling would be as every other carnal feeling he’d experienced before – fleeting and entirely neglectable. He had never been one to fall victim to those baser instincts. Had never felt the pull to debase himself for the pleasure of others or even himself. Until that night.

As loathe as he was to admit it (even if it was just to himself in the privacy of his own mind), Alastor had underestimated just how skilled Angel was at his profession – he had assumed the other demon must simply be taking advantage of Hell’s denizens who are entirely too uncontrolled (or stupid) not fall victim to their own depraved ways. But he was not one to be swayed by carnal desires. There must be a reason Angel was able to gain the upper hand. But how had he done it ? How had he managed it? 

Alastor’s mind raced as he continued to pace about his room. There had to be a reason, there had to be something , something he wasn’t seeing that would have made him relent to the spider’s control, something that – 

Alastor’s thoughts and pacing came to an abrupt stop at the same time. He had missed something. Something big .

Angel was in the Vee tower every day. Not only with that filthy moth but with the fashion doll. And though he rarely paid attention to them, he would have to be blind to not have noticed the ads that were plastered throughout Pentagram City. Ads for a love potion. That had to be it.

An ear splitting bugle horn sounded as Alastor’s rage finally boiled over. His shadows shot out throughout the hotel, crawling along the walls, the ceiling, searching every inch for the one who warranted his ire. He sensed and immediately ignored Husker in his room, already unconscious from the bottles of alcohol scattered about the floor. Similarly, Niffty was noted and ignored on the third floor, busy chasing roaches about the halls. He was not in his room, was not in the kitchen or the parlor or the – there.

Angel walked into the hotel lobby, moving towards the empty bar and Alastor materialized at the base of the stares, all fury and shadows and lust for blood.

 

“Y̴̧̡̧̝̗̰͓̮̲͖͇̙̮͉̗͖̎́̋͊̊̐̈́̇͑̾̕͝ơ̵̧̤̥̙̣͕̹̱̯̭̬̕͘͘ų̷͕̭̣͕̼͉͙͚̜̩̑̃̈́͋̓̂͑͗̏͒͠͝”

 

Angel’s head whipped to face him at the sound of Alastor’s growl, his eyes widening in surprise far more than his face should have allowed (it would have been comical had Alastor not been feeling so murderous ).

“Me?” Angel asked with a raised eyebrow, his gaze now calm and fearless as he stared into the Radio Demon’s dialed eyes.

“W̸̙͋ h̷̻̉ a̷̻̅ t̸̾͜  ̶̱͐ ḧ̵̟ a̴͔͛ v̶͝ͅ e̴̩̔ ̸͈́  ỹ̵̡ ŏ̵͍ u̷̼͒ ̶̙̉  d̸̈͜ o̷̓ͅ ǹ̵̦ e̸̱͠ ̴̨͌  t̵̝̀ o̷̞͊   ̸̬̿m̶̝̆ e̴̜̐?̴̱̑” The creature’s antlers creaked as they grew, its neck straining with the added weight; its body followed suit and expanded until it was nearly hitting the ceiling. The Radio Demon clambered towards Angel until the tip of its nose was pressed against his chest, hands clawing the carpet on either side of the spider’s body as its shadows thrashed around them. Its rage was a physical thing, the projected radio waves washing over everything around them; a bone deep, vibrating hum forceful enough to cause the chandelier crystals to tinkle gently, though the soft sound was drowned out below the scream of static. The Radio Demon’s enraged grin – twisted and ripped apart before being sewn back together with glowing green thread – was stretched so wide, the corners of its mouth nearly reached its ears. Frenzied eyes were wide and dark, the sclera void black and radio-dial irises blood red, but were locked onto Angel’s unmoving form before it.

Angel braced his lower hands on his hips, his upper arms crossing over his chest with an unimpressed look on his face. Which of course, infuriated it even more.

“Whadda talkin’ about, Al?” Angel asked sharply. The Radio Demon lifted itself up, towering over the other sinner. Black drool trailed down its chin as it snapped its jaw in Angel’s face, the sound of its teeth clack ing together drowned out by the elk bugle echoing around the room. The fizzing radio static was nearly suffocating in its intensity, flipping wildly through radio stations and screaming feedback. It was a wonder it hadn’t shattered the stained glass windows in the lobby.  Angel narrowed his eyes at the Radio Demon but didn’t move a muscle, waiting for a response.

A moment passed. Then two.

After several minutes of nothing but crackling static, Angel tilted his chin up even further in defiance. The Radio Demon screeched furiously and the surrounding caterwauling spiked again as it reached for the other sinner to grab him, shake him forcehimtobeafraid – Angel slapped its hand away .

“Back off, Al! If ya wanna talk about somethin’ then calm ya fuckin’ tits and we can talk. But ya don’t get ta just grab me like that.” Angel pointed an angry finger in the creature’s face, its eyes nearly going cross in the effort to look at it.

The Radio Demon froze, record screeching into an ear-ringing silence when the reality of what was happening washed over it. It had lost control. It had lost control and tried to forcefully grab the weaker demon like some kind of–of uncouth, ill-bred, degenerate . This is not who he was. This was not who the hotel residents were allowed to see .

A broken, despondent sound echoed around them as the Radio Demon forced itself to relax, the monstrous form momentarily expanding even further before collapsing in on itself. It shrank down in a blink and he was Alastor again, his ears pinned to his head and his smile strained as he brushed imaginary dirt from his coat, pulling a dark handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the black drool from his chin in an effort to give himself a moment longer to gather his wits.

Alastor’s stomach roiled within him, different from the hunger he usually felt. The feeling was foreign and while Alastor has no reference for what guilt felt like (he’d never felt guilt and was sure he never would), the feeling was distinctly uncomfortable . A soft cough to clear his throat assured himself his voice would be its usual, perfectly filtered version.

“Tha’s betta. Now–What’s got ya so outta sorts?” Angel huffed, his body relaxing, if only slightly. Alastor realized with a flash Angel was much more affected than he appeared to be. He ground his teeth together, forcing a deep breath before finally speaking.

“ Ah-ha! Why, I simply wished to speak with you about this… change you seem to have created in me. ” He forced a genial lift to his tone, unable to completely stop the harsh static lacing his words in anger. Alastor could see the confusion flash across Angel’s features and his eyes narrowed, pleasantries forgotten. “ Do us both a favor and refrain from playing the idiot, my dear. We both know it doesn’t suit you. ”

Angel glared before throwing up his upper hands in exasperation, the lower two still set firmly upon his hips. “Smiles, I’m bein’ serious. I don’t know what tha fuck ya talkin’ about.”

“ You did something to me–what was it? Did you dose me with that infernal love potion from your vile insect of an owner? ” The words were spit like poison, nearly choking him on its way out (how could he have been so shortsighted to allow the spider to get close enough to drug him?) Silence met his accusation for a breath. Alastor knew he’d made a mistake when Angel’s lower eyes popped open, a low chittering sounding from his maw and his white fur puffing out in what Alastor assumed was an instinctual defense mechanism to make himself appear larger.

“ What did ya just say? ” Angel’s voice was layered, his anger flaring and his more demonic form pushing forward. The already tall spider grew even further, forcing Alastor to tilt his head up in order to keep eye contact.

It made Alastor want . 

“You must have done something! Something to have forced this–indecent behavior upon me!.” Alastor’s voice crackled sharply in anger, despite the embers of desire simmering below his skin. As if responding to Angel’s power, he felt his antlers stretch again, sharp points growing and reaching towards Angel’s face. He was not afraid of the spider. He felt the stretch of his grin, so wide his face would have split in half if not for the toxic green stitching holding him together. No, he did not fear the other demon but he would make Angel fear him. Angel chittered again, the sound sending a crawling shiver of need down Alastor’s spine (a shiver Alastor told himself was not one of carnal desire but one born of a need for violence)..

“I didn’t fuckin’ drug ya , Alastor. Satan, what’s tha fuckin’ matta with ya? Yer acting like ya didn’t enjoy it last time when I know ya did!” There was a pause, a lingering silence before Alastor witnessed a look of understanding dawning in Angel’s eyes. Angel shrank his normal height (still tall enough to make the deer have to look up at him) and his extra eyes closed again, back to resembling freckles across his cheeks. Alastor’s ears pinned flat against his head, antlers still oversized in his barely-controlled rage at the smirk that curled the other’s lips. “Ya want me again, dontcha?” Smugness nearly radiated off of Angel.

“ No, I do not. ” The words were nearly all static, edged in warning to caution Angel against his next words. Alastor felt dangerously close to the edge of his control, the Eldritch form within him stretching the seams of his being as if mere moments from splitting them. 

“Yeah, ya do. Admit it an’ maybe I’ll make ya feel good again.” Angel’s words were a taunt, his voice carefully condescending as if explaining an obvious point to a child. Alastor didn’t bother to stop the growl that rumbled his chest. His shadows writhed in pointless fury— oh , how he wished to show the porn star the true strength of his powers. This cretin would be the double death of him. “It’s alright if ya enjoyed it, Al. I can make ya come again.” Another shit-eating grin flashed.

“What happened during our time together was luck. Pure chance! You would not be able to replicate the experience, now that I know what to expect.” The more Alastor spoke, the wider Angel’s smile became and the closer he leaned towards the deer, as if holding the key to a secret Alastor did not know. And it burned not to know. Alastor refused to pull away, holding his ground and narrowing his eyes as his shadows began to curl up around them like flames lapping at their legs. He ignored the latent prey-instinct in the back of his mind that screamed at him to move, his tail quivering beneath his slacks in an effort to flash its warning. He would. Not. Relent.

“Wanna bet, Smiles?” Angel all but purred , his hand slinking towards Alastor, a mockery of the same action he had offered the spider the week before. Alastor glared at the other sinner, the urge to bite that hand nearly overwhelming in its intensity. But he would not— could not —physically harm the demon in front of him. Alastor glared (if looks could kill, Angel would have died many times over now), his teeth clenched hard with enough force to cause the tang of blood to flood his mouth. He swallowed the taste and though it was not enough to sate his desire for blood, it was enough to focus his mind. Angel finally lowered his hand but not his gaze from Alastor’s face.

“ Why should I allow you another chance to touch me?” Each word was practically hissed, a cutting sneer slashed across his face. “ I am not the fool you seem to believe me to be. ” Angel’s smile didn’t waver, nearly mimicking the grin constantly forced upon Alastor’s face.

“If’n ya scared, ya can just say no, Al.” Another taunt, another cheeky grin, another blow to Alastor’s pride.

“ When you lose, you will tell me what you did to me. ” Angel’s smile finally dropped, lips pursed in irritation as he rolled his eyes.

“I didn’t do anythin’ ya didn’t want. But when I win, I get anotha favor from ya. Last chance, Smiles. Ya say no again and I’m leavin’. I got otha shit I wanna do tonight.” A pink-and-white striped hand extended towards him again and, against his better judgment, Alastor gripped it quickly before melting into his shadows, leaving Angel standing where he’d found him.

He needed to hunt.

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It was past sundown by the time he returned to the hotel, stomach full and anger sated (for the moment anyway). Alastor moved silently through the lobby while twirling his microphone, noting Charlie and Vagatha curled together on the couch and talking softly. Husker was behind the bar, a bored look upon his face, and Alastor took a seat on the stool at the end.

“Want a rye, boss?” the cat asked warily and Alastor cocked his head as his grin widened over his face.

“ Not tonight, my good man. I must have my head clear and wits about me this evening. ” Cane resting against the wood next to him, Alastor leaned an elbow on the bar and rested his chin on it. “ I have a job for you to complete. You can even take Niffty along, if you wish for some companionship. ”

Husk’s fluffy red brows furrowed over his eyes. Despite his (admittedly good) poker face, Alastor could clearly see the confusion and suspicion warring behind his eyes. He stayed quiet, waiting to see how Husk would respond. A twitch of an ear, the soft swish of his tail flicking behind him. Alastor could almost hear the gears turning in the smaller demon’s mind and oh , how he wished he could hear what depraved things he was thinking Alastor was going to make him do. He paid no attention as Charlie and Vagatha walked past, talking softly and heading up the stairs to their bedroom.

“An’ what’s the job?” A soft grunt and Husk turned a fraction so they were no longer facing each other.

“ Rosie needs some help and since you bungled the last job I sent you on – forcing me to have to come clean it up – I thought this would be a good way for you to get back in my good graces, hmm? ” Alastor practically beamed at the bartender, leaning further onto the wooden top in front of him. “ And if Rosie is kind enough to make an offer of dinner, you will accept and be the most gracious house guest she has ever had. Do you understand, Husker? ”

Husk’s ears flattened to his head, a soft hiss escaping from him. “I don’t eat that shit like you do. I’ll help because I have to but I ain’t playing pretend with her. ” Alastor played his laugh track and a thin-lipped smile crinkled his eyes, but his teeth remained firmly locked. He stayed quiet, knowing that unnerved the cat more than anything else, his head tilted at nearly a 90 degree angle. Husk huffed softly, grabbing a rag to begin wiping down the bartop. “If you need me and Nif out of the hotel for your little play-date with Angel, just say so.”

The lights flickered and a record screeched, Alastor’s head snapping back upright.

“ Ah-ha. What was that? ” Silence met his question, Husk’s eyes going wide as his pupils narrowed to pinpricks. “ You know, you have really been trying my patience in the most irksome of ways, Husker. ” Radio dials ticked, antlers expanded, and Alastor leaned into the cat’s face to get his point across. “ Mouth off to me again and I’m afraid I’ll have to put you in a timeout . ” Husk’s nod was quick and reflexive, his wings shuttering behind him anxiously. Alastor snapped back to himself between one breath and the next, his smile genial and relaxed once more as he lazily inspected his claw. “ Good man. Now, be on your way to collect Niffty. It wouldn’t do to keep Rosie waiting! ”

Husk bolted away without another word, disappearing up the stairs and out of Alastor’s sight much faster than he’d have thought the old drunk could move. Lovely. Perhaps he wouldn’t need to punish Husker by keeping him in the void of his shadows until he learned to behave. It would be most inconvenient to have to do so – it would raise questions he didn’t want to be answering.

Picking up his microphone and spinning it joyfully, Alastor took one, two, three steps before melting into his shadows.

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Reappearing within the confines of Angel’s room, it occurred to him he might have acted prematurely. While true they had not agreed on a time or date for this second meeting (which could have been then and now), Angel was clearly not ready for him. The bathroom door was closed, light peeking out from underneath and joined by steam and the sound of running water. As Angel was otherwise busy, Alastor took the opportunity to have a look around. It’s not like he took the chance the last time he was here.

Clothing was scattered about the floor, a pair of lacy underthings tossed over the lampshade, makeup was spread over the top of his white vanity table. Alastor’s eye twitched in disgust at the scattering of sex toys on nearly every flat surface in the room. A large neon spiderweb covered nearly an entire wall, casting a soft pink glow across the space and making the room seem purple in comparison. Personal pictures were taped to the wall, surrounding a poster of himself, the words Angel Dust Live! splashed across the bottom. Another poster decorated the wall, one of a demon who looked entirely too much like Angel Dust but…a woman. Did he have a sister? Deciding he didn’t care for the answer, Alastor allowed his gaze to continue moving, an ear flicking towards the bathroom as the sound of the water shut off.

The bed itself was unremarkable, the same puffy purple comforter with a heap of varyingly designed pillows at the head (though he was surprised to see it had been neatly made, the pillows arranged in a pleasing manner and the sheets and blanket tucked smartly into the sides and corners). A bedside table sat next to the headboard, upon which a small, portable radio sat. Alastor cocked his head slightly at the sight, curiosity piqued. He’d not known Angel had a radio inside his bedroom – that must be a new addition. Angel had yet to emerge from the bathroom, and his ear twitched when he heard the harsh whirrrr of a hair dryer. Ah.

Turning his attention again, Alastor noticed a small, circular bed on the floor near the head of Angel’s bed. There were a smattering of miniature toys scattered around it along with a slightly tattered-looking blanket laid over the side. Ah, right. Angel had a pet . Narrowing his eyes a bit, Alastor looked around the room again, struggling to remember what sort of animal he’d had; he’d never cared so the information was lost to him now. He took a few steps towards the only seat in the room besides the bed – the small stool in front of the make-up table.

Nearly as soon as he’d sat down, there was a soft shuffling sound, accompanied by quiet huffs and grunts. Alastor’s ears snapped towards the noise, attempting to pinpoint where it was coming from and what was making it. He got his answer when the bedskirt beneath Angel’s mattress moved, lifting up to reveal a small pink snout. The nose was quickly followed by the rest of the creature, still huffing and grunting as it struggled to emerge from underneath the bed. Alastor’s eyes widened slightly at the sight.

A pig . Well, more accurately a hell piglet.

While Alastor has never been one for pets, he did have what could be considered a soft spot for pigs. They were incredibly smart, much smarter than dogs . They were also much more useful (in his serial killer opinion), and he had used them as a disposal method, once upon a time.

The small creature finished its fight from under the bed and froze as it locked eyes with Alastor. They both tilted their heads slightly, watching the other with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

“ Well hello there, my fine porcine friend. ” Alastor crooned softly. After a moment’s hesitation, the pig ambled its way across the room to snuffle at the hem of Alastor’s slacks. An amused grin spread across his face at the little creature’s bravery – not many would approach him so unflinchingly. He reached down to pat the beast’s back lightly when the sound of the dryer abruptly ended and the bathroom door swung open to reveal a very fluffy, very naked Angel Dust.

“What tha’ fuck, Alastor?” The words were sharp and irritated, the glare on Angel’s face matching. He had one upper hand still on the door, his two lower ones on his hips, and one holding a loose towel blocking whatever was between his legs. Alastor’s hand was still resting upon the pigs back, his eyes locked onto Angel’s bare form before him. He hadn’t much thought about what lay between Angel’s legs – had never cared before (or wanted to know) but he realized Angel had not undressed the last time they had been in this room together. Angel had seen the entirety of his body but he had not seen anything more than what Angel showed the rest of the hotel. An uneasy feeling passed over him, the thought that this somehow put him at a disadvantage with Angel made his stomach sour.

“ What does it look like, my dear? I’m simply saying hello to this charming little fellow .” Alastor’s voice was friendly (and perhaps a little louder than the situation called for) as he lightly scratched his claws over the pigs back. “ One would think with so many eyes, you would be able to see what’s right in front of you, ha-HA .” Said eyes narrowed, a growl rumbling through Angel’s chest as he stepped further into the room. Alastor did not shiver at the sound.

“I can fuckin’ see ya with Fat Nuggets – I’m askin’ what the fuck ya doing in here while I was showerin’.” Alastor’s brows furrowed, his smile wavering a bit at the edges as warmth began to bloom inside him, somewhere around his gut.

“ Fat…Nuggets? What in the hell is a ‘fat nuggets’? ” He asked, his voice tinged with confusion as he finally straightened his back, the hell pig oinking in protest. Angel rolled his eyes and tossed his towel onto the bed, ignoring the way Alastor’s ears flattened and a blush colored his cheeks as his eyes darted away from the spider’s naked body. He walked to his wardrobe and pulled out a pair of long white socks, pulling them on before reaching for a short, silk pink robe.

“Fat Nuggets is my hell pig – the one ya were jus’ petting?” Angel slid on the robe and tied it loosely around his waist, hands once again finding his hips and crossing over his chest simultaneously. “Don’t look so shy, Al. It ain’t like you haven’t seen it before.”

“ I haven’t .” Alastor pointed out, fighting to keep the irritation from his voice. How was he the one fully clothed while Angel was naked and yet he felt as if their situations were reversed? Silence met his statement until Angel laughed softly. Alastor narrowed his eyes at his lap and his ears pressed tighter to his head.

“I guess ya haven’t. Wanna change that?” He teased and Alastor clenched his fists in his lap until the tips of his claws were digging into his palms hard enough to draw blood. “Hey, Al, relax–I was jus’ kiddin’.” A warm, pink hand rested on top of his, easing his fist to relax. He wanted to jerk away, wanted to shove Angel across the room and punish him for his insolence, make him sorry they’d ever met –

Another hand cupped his jaw, tilting his head up until he met Angel’s concerned gaze. “Ya never answered my question – whatcha doin’ in here, Smiles?” A thumb brushed his cheek almost affectionately and Alastor’s mind screamed at him to move, to pull away, tostopmakehimstopmakeitgoaway–

He leaned into the touch. Just barely.

“ We had a bet, darling. Whatever you’ve done to me needs to end . ” The harshness of his voice was at odds with the way he practically nuzzled his face into Angel’s hand, sinking into the touch. He’d not been touched this gently in decades; sure, he allowed Rosie’s touch or Mimzy’s  but this…this was different. And they never put their hands on his face. Alastor tried and failed to stop the soft bleat from escaping his throat and froze, hoping Angel had not heard it.

Judging by the way Angel’s fingers stilled, he wasn’t so lucky.

Embarrassment and shame flooded him, making Alastor jerk his face out of Angel’s hand with a force enough that his neck made a sickening crack . Angel sighed and let his hand drop but didn’t move away from Alastor.

“I told ya, I didn’t do nuthin to ya.” Alastor glared at Angel’s socked feet and legs, feeling all the world like a chastised child. Neither of them spoke for a long time, the only sounds being the soft crackle of static and the hell pig’s – Fat Nuggets’ – snuffling breaths. Alastor tensed, internally berating himself for appearing here, showing his hand to Angel of all people, he should just leave – he should retreat to his room with a laugh at having tricked the silly spider into thinking Alastor wanted him .

Angel hmm’d softly before stepping back, reaching his long arms down to pick up Fat Nuggets. “Daddy’s gonna be busy for a while, baby. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure yer all set up, yeah?” he crooned softly to the beast. Alastor finally lifted his head to watch Angel’s retreating back.

“ What will you do with him? ” he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. Angel snorted and stopped to grab the pig’s bed, food dish, and a toy.

“I’m not about ta fuck with my son in tha’ room, Al.” The sentence was chastising but Angel’s voice was…amused. “Husk ain’t here and I’m not about ta ask Charlie ta watch ‘im or she’ll ask what I’m doin’. He’ll be alright in tha bathroom fa tonight.”

“ We aren’t ‘fucking’, ” Alastor hissed petulantly. Angel closed the bathroom door after a last pat on the beast’s back, turning to face Alastor again. Hip cocked out, eyebrow raised in question, Angel stared at him.

“What would ya say we’re gonna do then, Smiles? Cause we ain’t havin’ a book club.” Angel waited a beat for an answer Alastor didn’t have. When he was met with silence, Angel nodded before crossing the room again. “Same rules as before?” He asked, reaching for Alastor’s bowtie. Alastor clenched his fists again, his body nearly vibrating with the overwhelming need to leave coinciding with the desperate need to stay . Not trusting his voice for once, Alastor only nodded, his eyes locked on Angel’s hands until they disappeared under his chin.

“Come on, big buck, ya can use yer words fa me, can’t ya?” Angel asked, already pulling the untied tie from his neck. When had that happened? He felt the spider’s fingers against his throat as he began unbuttoning Alastor’s shirt.

“ Yes. Same rules. ” Angel hummed happily, his fingers caressing Alastor’s pulse point.

“That’s my good boy.” Alastor melted at the praise, his mind going pleasantly fuzzy as his ears drooped into a relaxed state.

Angel moved quickly, ridding Alastor of his shirt with practiced ease until his torso was bare before him. The room was pleasantly warm, Angel’s lower hands immediately diving into his chest fur and beginning to thread through the strands while an upper hand rested on his shoulder and another cupped his chin to tilt his head up again. There was already a significant height difference between them when standing, but in this position, Angel dwarfed him and had to lean down to bring their faces together.

“I know yer usually the one doing the eatin’, doll. But tonight…” Angel’s hand drifted to his throat, a teasing touch, not quite the firm grip he was aching for. “ I’m gonna devour you .” Alastor nearly snorted at the statement, ready to tell the spider this wasn’t one of his dreadful pornography films, but before he could, the hand on his shoulder moved to his hair and pulled .

A surprised cry ripped from his throat before he snapped his jaw shut again, the warmth that had been simmering under his skin flaring into a raging inferno. He felt the sweat beginning to gather at his temples, the wicked smirk on Angel’s face making his heart race. Angel pressed their lips together, sliding his tongue into Alastor’s mouth as if to eat him, his fingers back to petting the fur on his chest as if to give him time to calm down again; Alastor didn’t want calm – calm was overwhelming and he felt like he was drowning .

He felt it before he heard it, a soft whine creeping from his throat that was hidden beneath the static fizzing around them until it suddenly wasn’t. Angel stiffened in surprise before he pulled back a few inches, just enough to see Alastor’s face. Alastor could feel the flush crawling over his face and down his neck at the look on the spider’s face; he was obviously fighting back a comment about the sound (likely something sickeningly sweet in the same babying voice he uses for his pet).

“ What ? ” He snapped, already feeling defensive for a reaction he couldn’t help (it wasn’t Angel who pulled the sound from him, it was simply the rush of dopamine from the pain, and he would fight that until his second-dying breath). Angel’s smile fell immediately and Alastor could almost hear the imagined splat as if it had hit the floor. A single eyebrow raised at his question.

“Ya know, ya’ve been a bit of a brat ta’night, Al. And I don’t think I like ya tone.” Angel stood again, his grip tightening in the deer’s chest fluff again which meant he yanked Alastor forward as he straightened to his full height. “Let’s do sumthin’ about it.”

Alastor ground his teeth together but followed the pull of his fur (he enjoyed the flare of pain but he wasn’t keen on the idea of getting a patch of hair ripped out), nearly stumbling when Angel let go and moved behind him to give his back a hard shove. Glancing over his shoulder with a haughty look, Alastor opened his mouth again.

“ You act as if you did not know who you were inviting into your bedroom. I’m not a ‘brat’, my dear. Perhaps you aren’t as good at what you do as you assumed.” A dark look passed over Angel’s face but he didn’t respond verbally.

It happened nearly faster than Alastor could follow. A hand pressed between his shoulder blades as Angel’s knee hit the weak point behind his own. A startled blare of a horn sounded as Alastor was pushed to his knees before the bed, wincing slightly at the feeling of his kneecaps slamming against the ground. A growl rumbled from his chest but the hand continued pressing, nearly forcing Alastor to bend forward and press his chest to the bed. Red claws tangled in the fluffy blankets under him as he turned to keep his face from being smashed into the fabric. A mere minute had passed, maybe less and it suddenly struck the demon that he might have underestimated Angel. Again.

The hand between his shoulder blades stayed firm, keeping him pressed down as another wrapped itself around his neck in a way he’d been yearning for to pull his head up and back. Angel’s voice was suddenly at his ear, the appendage flicking in irritation as his breath tickled the sensitive hairs inside. “I liked ya betta when you was being a good boy fa me. Let’s see if we can get ‘im back.” Despite the soft words, a hard edge had taken over Angel’s voice, one that stoked both apprehension and need .

Alastor’s eyes widened at the feeling of two more of Angel’s hands around his waist, making quick work of his button and zipper, already starting to pull them down over his hips. Panic suddenly flared within him at the vulnerable position, his eyes flicking between pupils and radio dials. Angel would see his tail . If the spider was ready to coo at him because of the sounds he made, what would he do when he saw it?

“ Angel, wait– ” The hands paused but did not remove themselves; the one on his back began to move slowly, as if an attempt at comfort after Alastor’s panicked cry. The hand at his throat kept its firm grip, surprisingly helping to ground him.

“Ya remember what word ta use if ya want me ta stop?” He asked softly, the sharpness of his voice gone as quickly as it had appeared. “I rememba ya rules, big buck. I won’t do nuthin’ ya told me not ta.”

There was beat of silence in which neither of them moved save for the soft, calming strokes of the hand at his back. Alastor fought his own reaction – it was pathetic to be…daunted. He was the Radio Demon, for hell’s sake. He could leave at any moment, either through his shadows or by tearing Angel to pieces. Yet…he found he did not actually want to leave.

A shuddering breath. “ I remember .”

“An’ what was tha word?”

“ Red. ”

A pleased hum sounded from behind him but no praise followed the sound, causing his ears to droop slightly, to his immense embarrassment. Angel’s soft laugh flared another wave of embarrassed need.

“Don’tcha worry, big buck. I’ll make sure yer my good boy again. But ya gonna haveta earn it.”

The hands at his waist resumed their task, lowering his slacks but left his black undergarments on. Unfortunately for him, his slacks were the only thing covering his tail (it was uncomfortable to tuck his tail into both pants and underpants), the blasted thing flicked up to show the slim white stripe underneath and quivering (though in excitement or anxiety, he couldn’t tell anymore). He heard the sharp intake of breath and cursed internally, shame forcing his ears and tail flat against his body.

“...I neva took ya for a boxer-briefs guy. I thought ya’d wear those full-body things with the ass flap and everythin’.” Angel’s voice held a gentle tease and Alastor relaxed, scoffing softly at his words.

“ Were you not paying attention before? ” Alastor snarked, rolling his eyes at the blatant lie – this was (unfortunately) not the first time Angel had removed his slacks. “I may not flash my body for every demon to see but I do follow some fashion–Å̶͓͙̭͘a̵̳͓̓a̸͚̺̗̋a̷̳͑̾ḁ̵̗̂͗̈͠h̸͙̗͋̑͊̚!̶̨̨̟͔̂ The started static-laced keen burst out of him as Angel’s nails lightly raked over his tail, pulling the fur in the opposite direction. It was toomuchtoomuch toomuch –

“Oh, so ya sensitive here?” Alastor could hear the smirk in Angel’s voice and he squirmed a bit under the hand at his back. The pressure increased, stealing his breath as the hand around his throat tightened again in warning for him to keep still.

“ Obviously ,” he growled, his tail flicking away from Angel’s touch. “ Do you really think I allow anyone to touch it? ” Another soft laugh and the hand moved away from his tail to caress the curve of his ass.

“Well, now ya got me feelin’ all special. And ta be fair, I wasn’t really lookin’ at ya underwear last time.” A sharp smack followed the words, a mild pain blooming across his skin where Angel’s hand had made contact and Alastor flinched but swallowed down the hum of pleasure that wanted to escape. “Now, back ta ya punishment. I’m thinkin’ a few swats to remind ya ta watch ya tone when I’m tryna be so nice ta ya.”

Alastor blinked, trying to process that statement. Before he could figure out a response, another strike landed in the same spot, the pain flaring brighter this time. His head swam, that pleasant fuzz beginning to creep in from the edges of his consciousness.

“I let ya get away with way more’n I shoulda. This is tha second time ya acted bratty with me – So now ya gotta learn yer lesson.” Several smacks landed in quick succession, the pain spreading and stretching across his skin from the back of his thighs to the base of his tail. Alastor couldn’t help but squirm against Angel’s hold, logical thought long gone and only hot, heavy desire in its place. He lost track of time and the number of hits he took, the feeling of Angel’s hand creating such delicious pain in him driving him to the brink of insanity.

And then it stopped.

A soft whine sounded from his throat, broken and static laced despite his best efforts to hold it back. He rubbed his face into the blanket, a smear of black drool left behind as it streaked across his chin. Alastor opened eyes he didn’t remember closing, turning his head enough to look at Angel back over his shoulder and the sight was glorious .

The spider was larger than life, all his eyes open and glowing, a pair of chelicerae peeking from the edges of his mouth. His golden fang twinkled brightly even in the low light and his fur was raised along his chest and throat.  He was glorious like this – all power and demonic energy and need . The silky pink robe had fallen open from his movements and Alastor got a full, long look at the other demon’s body. He’d seen the white fur, the pink markings shaped like a heart framing his furred chest and trailing a line down his stomach to his hips. What he’d never seen before (and never thought he would) was the long cock that was now visible between his legs.

The furry pink line stopped just before the base, splitting again as matching pink stripes followed the contours of his balls. Angel’s fur was visibly bulkier just above the slit his cock retracted into, the hair looking coarser and longer than the fur around it. From the opening, the slim, lavender-shaded member protruded and Alastor felt his eyes trail along its length, unable to look away. There was a thicker bulb at the base, stretched wide in a way that had to be painful before narrowing slightly along the shaft and even further thinning at the speared head. The tip glistened with a bead of precome and Alastor watched as it slowly trailed down the length of his cock.

It made him suddenly ache to follow the line with his mouth. He wanted to taste , to know what that long appendage felt like resting on his tongue with Angel’s hand wrapped around his throat or pulling his hair or gripping his antlers–he was so hungry for something he’d never craved before.

“ Fuck, I can see that ya wantin’ me. Ya looking so pretty all bent over and hungry for me, big buck .” Angel’s words were breathless but layered by his power, strained with need the same way his cock strained towards Alastor. The deer’s tail flicked back and forth frantically, wagging in eagerness at the approval dripping from Angel’s tone. “But ya ain’t earned it yet.”

Angel’s lower hand returned to his ass, his nails dragging over the stinging skin. Even through his undergarments, Alastor could feel the pricks of pain following the sharp tips of his claws. A low whine sounded again, his own claws tearing small holes into the blanket beneath him.

“ And…and how would you suggest – oh, ahh – I do that, dear? ” The snark in his voice was hindered by the gasp Angel dragged from him by digging his nails harder into Alastor’s skin. Though muted by the cloth separating their skin, it was ambrosial . Alastor closed his eyes again, pressing his face into the comforter in an attempt to get himself under control. He couldn’t keep staring at Angel and have any hope of doing so.

The disadvantage of having his eyes closed meant he missed Angel kneeling behind him, even if he felt the spider’s lower hands grip his hips. He could feel the way the hand wrapped around his throat tightened before pulling back, once again pulling his head up off the bed. His startled gasp was cut off, eyes open wide again and focused on the pink spider web on the wall. Angel hummed behind him, the hand that had been between his shoulder blades trailing down to just above his tail. The same tail that was now quivering in excitement, fighting between lifting to flash the underside and lying flat to cover his body the little it could.

“I wantcha to relax for me, darling ,” he crooned, his lower hands now easing his damnable tail through the small opening before sliding the black underwear down Alastor’s legs. The air in the room felt cool to his overheated skin, a shiver making its way down his spine as he clenched his jaw to bite back a moan. “And I want ta hear ya make those pretty noises fa me.” Alastor huffed indignantly, his temper flaring at the honeyed words, resolutely refusing to bow to them again.

“ Then you’ll have to do better than that, my good man. So far, your performance has been… lacking . ” Angel’s laugh was low and unbothered, a pair of hands stroking over his hips and ass.

“Don’t worry, doll – I’m just gettin’ started.” Alastor’s ears twitched, flipping back and straining to catch every word Angel whispered to him. Warning bells were going off in his head, a flicker of fear scattering through him at the outright devious glee in Angel’s voice. He had no frame of reference for what could possibly be happening next, except for…

Alastor was so lost to his thoughts, the soft feeling of Angel’s lips pressing just above his tail with the dangerous prick of his chelicerae made him startle. A blast of jazz horns exploded from the small radio on Angel’s bedside table, the crackle of static harsh and loud. The hand around his throat eased its pressure, no longer gripping but caressing his neck. It pulled back, leaving his neck altogether and Alastor ground his teeth until he tasted blood to keep the whine from escaping. He would not debase himself more than he already had.

“Easy, big fella. I’m just explorin’.” A breathy laugh ruffled his tail, the hand that left his throat sliding into Alastor’s hair, gripping and holding tight to keep his head facing the wall and his eyes away from Angel. “Yer getting a little too in ya own head. Just relax fa me.” Alastor strained his ears, flicking them back and forth to catch any sounds of movement that would give him an idea of what Angel was doing back there but his senses were slowly being overwhelmed.

There were hands everywhere . Not just in his hair but two on his hips, one beginning to caress his tail again, and yet two more began to stroke his thighs in slow, methodical moments. The idea of Angel pulling out his tertiary arms just to touch him was maddening . His mind spun, too much input in too short of a time, feeling everything while trying to anticipate the next touch and where it would be. His body began to shake with the overload and he feared for a moment he would split at the seams.

Everything narrowed to a single point when suddenly something slick and wet pressed to the most vulnerable part of him, tearing a surprised cry from his lips.

“ F̵̣͈̠̓́̊ ̵͕͙͆Ư̶̡̱̥̐͐͛ ̷̙̯̺̈́C̴̹̖̣͋̂͝ ̷͙̍̒̃̌K̴͙̰͖̪̍̅̕ – ” Despite his near-scream, Angel didn’t stop. The slick thing ( his tongue, oh it was his tongue, Angel was tasting him ) continued its path, circling the puckered hole and pressing firmly against it before relaxing again. An electrical whine began building at the base of his throat until it pitched up and out of his mouth, layered over a guttural moan, as though he couldn't decide whether to beg for mercy or for more.

He felt his cock throb and with a flash, realized he was hard. Angel must have realized at the same moment as a hand slid from his tail to grip it, squeezing it to the point of pain and pulling yet another moan from Alastor’s lips.

“That’s it, that’s my good boy…ya sound so fucking good, baby…” The words, practically dripping in approval, were murmured into his flesh, the feeling of hot breath washing over the spit slicked skin nearly making him fall apart right there. His thighs were shaking, unsteady as a newborn fawn and Alastor was suddenly grateful for the bed beneath him holding him up. Angel’s tongue continued to writhe against him, switching between slow circles and firm, long licks and Alastor felt the edges of his mind start to blur. He couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of that tongue and the hand on his cock, stroking and squeezing him.

His breaths were coming in harsh pants, the sounds falling from his lips no longer heard in his own ears and then —

Then

Angel’s hand pulled his hair harder, sending pain skittering across his scalp and forcing his back to bow at an extreme angle until it nearly popped. His mouth moved lower still and then there were teeth against the smooth skin, claws digging into him and forcing his legs to spread wider as they pierced into the meat of his inner thighs. Every muscle in his pelvis clenched and he sobbed , his mind going blank and he could not tell if the static drowning everything around him was within his own mind or audible in the space around them. His mind was teetering at the edge of an abyss and as badly as he wanted , he fought it with every inch of his being.

“I got ya, baby. Yer doing so good fa me…my handsome big buck looking so fuckin’ good shaking like a fawn,” Angel’s words cut through the static, the only thing to pass the pain and pleasure that washed over his mind. “Ya gonna come for me, big guy? Gonna let me see ya let go and hear ya scream fa me?” Another sob tore from Alastor’s throat and he struggled to shake his head, still trying to deny the pleasure that wracked his body.

Angel didn’t acknowledge his denial, only pressed his nails harder and deeper into Alastor’s thigh, rivers of blood trailing down his leg. Hands on his hips pulled to grip his cheeks, spreading him while dragging thin stripes of pain across the already oversensitive skin. The spider sucked against him, hard enough that Alastor knew a bruise would form and he’d feel that mark for days after. He whined, high pitched and near enough to a screech it hurt his own ears but there wasn’t time to fight it, to deny it because Angel took that moment to bite .

There was no holding it back, not letting himself stop it, he had to, he had to hehadto – Alastor screamed .

The puncture of Angel’s fangs at such a sensitive spot shoved Alastor over the edge and suddenly he was falling, falling, falling but there was nowhere to go, just the bed beneath him that he tore into as he thrashed in Angel’s hold and he came with such a mix of pain and pleasure, he could barely discern what feeling came from where. He forgot how to breathe, his lungs refusing to expand, to draw in the much needed air, and though his eyes were open, he saw nothing but white.

Angel didn’t stop, his tongue licking soothingly at the bite marks but his nails dug deeper across his ass and thighs, the hand on his cock still stroking to the point of pain. The ecstasy of pain overstimulated him so intensely that his tears spilled over, and his back spasmed until he felt his spine pop, mouth open in a silent scream that had no air to feed it ( he was drowning but if this is what drowning felt like, he’d dive in again and again) .

And then he was gone. He was floating and he could feel his mouth moving, feel himself sobbing and blubbering but could not bring his oxygen-deprived brain to sort through what he was saying or what it meant. Arms encircled him, wrapping him in a cocoon of warmth, gentle hands petting his hair and ears, rubbing slowly up and down his back as he broke the surface and gasped a deep breath as air finally rushed to his starved lungs.

“--so fuckin’ good, big guy, fuck , that was tha hottest thing I’ve eva seen.” Angel’s voice finally registered, his ears flicking wildly until he realized the sound was coming from above him. He opened his eyes, only to still see white and it took a moment to piece together that his face was pressed into Angel’s chest fluff. Still dazed, Alastor gave in to the urge to nuzzle his face into the soft fur. A shuddering breath left him, the floating feeling and fuzz in his brain slowly fading but still pleasantly there . “Ya were such a good boy fa me, Smiles, I’m so fuckin’ proud a ya.” Alastor did not respond but he didn’t need to – his tail was wagging happily behind hip, a soft whap whap whap as it thwacked against the bedding giving away things he’d never admit to out loud.

His brain felt sluggish, like he was crawling through the swamp in waist deep water and muck but after a few more moments of gathering himself, an idea came to him. One that would put him in charge again, allow him to wrestle some form of control back from the spider who’s chest he was currently cuddled into. He shifted his head to the side and opened his mouth, trying and failing to speak. Alastor paused, swallowing to wet the inside of his mouth before trying again.

“ So I was a good boy? ” He asked softly, sounding hoarse and wrecked , as he pushed as much vulnerability into his voice as he could and was rewarded with a tight squeeze of Angel’s arms around him.

“Yeah ya were, you were fuckin’ perfect , big guy. The most handsome buck I’ve eva seen when ya came like that.” A pause, the only sound filling it was the continued whump of his tail.

“ ...then have I earned a reward? ” Angel tensed against him, his hands gripping tightly at Alastor’s waist as if he couldn’t believe what the deer had just said. He pulled his head back slightly, attempting to tilt his neck back enough to see the other’s face. “ You told me I would have to earn what I wanted. Did I not do so? ”

Angel’s face was guarded but Alastor could see the heat behind his mismatched eyes. He stayed silent, doing his best to force his face into a believable ‘puppy dog’ look, despite his manic, wide grin. Between the space of one heartbeat and the next, Angel’s face melted, amusement covering his features.

“Yer such a manipulative bastard, ya know that?” he asked with a laugh giving his voice a soft lift. He petted Alastor’s ear lightly ( there was nothing on earth or in hell that would get Alastor to admit how much he liked it ) before continuing. “If that’s what ya want, I’m game.” Angel slowly pulled his arms back, allowing Alastor to move freely again. When the deer didn’t, he raised an eyebrow in challenge. “Change ya mind?” The tease was as clear as the taunt.

Alastor narrowed his eyes but bit his tongue before pulling away. His thighs and ass twinged in lingering pain as the gashes in his skin pulled and fresh streams of blood began to trickle, nearly pulling another moan from him.

“Oh shit, wait – Al, lemme take care of that fa ya, ya still bleeding –” Alastor cut Angel off with a lifted hand, his mouth twisting into his own version of a teasing smile.

“ I assure you, I’m quite alright. It takes much more to keep me down and out. ” He moved down Angel’s body, his claws trailing through the soft white fur with enough pressure to be sure Angel felt him but not enough to draw blood. Yet. “ Besides, good manners would dictate I reciprocate, would it not? And I am nothing if not good mannered. ” He ignored the muffled scoff and settled on his haunches between Angel’s now spread legs, his eyes lowering to his goal.

Angel’s erection had flagged some, still hard but not quite as long as before and no longer dripping. The bulb at the base of the lavender appendage had shrunk and Alastor reasoned the more aroused Angel was, the larger it would get. His hands passed over the spider’s steel-firm core, feeling those dancer’s muscles twitch beneath his touch. Avoiding touching Angel’s cock directly, he allowed his hands to pass on either side of it, his ears twitching to catch the soft gasp the action pulled from the other demon.

“ I told you I wanted a taste…would you trust me to do so? ” He asked curiously, eyes still on Angel’s cock and he watched as it twitched at his words. He trailed the blunt curve of his claw along the spider’s furred sac, nearly mesmerized by the way everything trembled under his touch. Angel let out a soft sigh, his thighs tensing and relaxing on either side of Alastor’s hips.

“Ya ain’t gonna take a bite of it, are ya?” Alastor knew Angel was attempting to joke but there was an undercurrent of hesitation, of fear , to his words and it made his chest swell. Oh how he loved being feared.

“ Of course not, my dear. I’ve sampled genitalia before but found it not quite to my liking. Too chewy. ” His gaze finally met Angel’s, a wickedly gleeful smile splitting his face as he cocked his head to the side and allowed his recorded laugh track to play. He wasn’t sure if it was his words or his look but something made Angel snort.

“Somehow, I believe ya.” Two of Angel’s hands were laced behind his head, the second pair crossed over his ribs, shoulders a little too tense to be considered casual. He had withdrawn the third pair again. “If ya promise not ta take a piece off, ya can. I like pain but not nearly as much as you do, big guy.” They stared at one another for a moment before Alastor relented.

“ You have been gracious in following my rules. I can suppose I can do the same .” Angel chuckled softly but didn’t reply, only lifting one hand from his chest in a go ahead gesture.

Alastor’s gaze returned to Angel’s hips, his hands sliding casually over the spider’s thighs as if examining something mildly interesting. He leaned in without further thought (to his actions at least, his mind was always thinking, always running), and dragged his tongue over the crest of Angel’s hip and stopping just short of the base of his cock. Angel moaned softly, his body flinching even as his hips jerked upwards towards the deer.’

“Ya got them little barbs on ya tongue?” There was a soft tremor to his voice, nearly hidden behind the accent but Alastor couldn’t place if it was from fear or desire. He repeated the action on the other hip, gripping Angel’s thighs to keep him in place.

“ How else did you think I stripped the flesh from bones as I ate? ” Alastor teased, his grip tightening and his nails pricking threateningly into Angel’s skin. Angel didn’t reply, just allowed a breathy laugh to escape as he tilted his hips in an attempt to get Alastor’s mouth where he truly wanted it.

Alastor ignored his movements, deciding instead to take his time exploring the spider’s body, leaning forward until he was level with his throat. He allowed his breath to wash over it, his teeth coming dangerously close to Angel’s carotid and soaking in the little whine and hitch of Angel’s breath. While not exactly a desire for him, he did revel in the knowledge he might be able to break Angel down in the same way Angel had managed with him. All’s fair in love and war and this was war .

Despite his initial plans, he felt himself losing his tightly wound control. He didn’t realize being free to touch and taste and map out the planes of Angel’s body would be so intoxicating, so addicting . Angel’s breath slowly picked up until it rasped past his lips, Alastor’s hands sliding everywhere, almost desperately as he tried to touch every inch of Angel as he could. Kneading the fluff on Angel’s chest, he noted the way the other demon arched into his touch, as if encouraging him to use more pressure, grip harder. So he did. He used his tongue and teeth, licking and biting (never enough to draw blood without permission, he was hyper aware of that ), traversing the hills and valleys before him until he was back between Angel’s legs. He laid between them, hitching them on his shoulders and kissing inside his muscular thighs before shifting to press his mouth at the base of Angel’s cock.

“ The scent of you is intoxicating, mon cher… ” he dragged his tongue through the fur there, tasting the musk and feeling the way Angel’s blood raced under the thin skin. The bulge was back, a sign for Alastor that the other demon was beyond aroused, the trail of precome steadily dripping from the angled head. Lifting his eyes to the spider’s face, he smirked, gauging his reaction. He’d make this a night that Angel would never forget.

Alastor wrapped his tongue around Angel’s cock, long enough to nearly spiral around it from base to tip. Angel let loose a deep, gravelly moan, his lower hands dropping to tangle themselves in Alastor’s hair at the base of his antlers while another tangled in his own hair and the fourth reached back to grip the headboard of the bed. His eyes were hazed but locked on the sight before him, his eyes roaming over Alastor’s face.

Alastor knew it couldn’t have been comfortable , the barbs on his tongue surely scraping against that sensitive skin had to have been painful. But it appeared Angel enjoyed it nonetheless, the member pulsing against his tongue as he started to move. He likened the action to that of licking an ice cream cone (something he had not done since he was a child but the premise was the same). Though he had not expected to enjoy tasting Angel this way, what he did surprisingly enjoy was the flavor of him. It was earthy and bitter, reminiscent of dark chocolate but more . He allowed himself to get lost in his enjoyment, the tease of having fresh meat on his tongue enough to keep him engaged.

Angel, for all his bravado and bluster, fell apart quite quickly. He pulled on Alastor’s hair, guiding his movements and Alastor rewarded him by tightening the grip of his tongue around the cock, his antlers cracking as they expanded. He’d felt vulnerable before but now…now he held the power between them. One of Angel’s hands shifted to grip his antlers, careful of the sharp tips and pulling Alastor until his cock slipped into his mouth.

Alastor growled softly at being manhandled (he was doing a perfectly good job, thank you very much) but allowed it anyway. This was harder to accomplish, now having to be aware of his teeth as he took Angel deeper but he persisted, refusing to admit defeat again . It took a moment to realize Angel was talking, soft murmurs of good boy, oh fuck – just like that, such a good buck for me broken by moans and panting breaths. His tail had begun to wag again, and as much as he hated it, he yearned for more praise.

Something about those words, whispered to him from Angel’s voice, was dragging him back to that warm, fuzzy place he’d been in before. He felt his body go lax, eyes half lidded and his hands dragging shallow scratches into Angel’s thighs despite his desire to gouge him deeper and lick the blood clean. Angel had limited how much pain he could inflict and he was a Good Boy .

“Can ya take more’a me, big buck? I wanna fuck that pretty mouth'a yers.” Alastor’s eyes widened in shock, meeting Angel’s heated gaze as his hands tensed and dug his nails into Angel’s skin. No one had called his mouth pretty before–horrifying, creepy, disgusting – but never pretty. He couldn’t stop the soft whine that creeped from his vocal cords, his tail a blur behind him as his ears drooped to the sides. Angel let out a breathy laugh and pet one, the grip on his antlers tightening as he began to pull Alastor’s head down as he thrust into his mouth.

He choked a bit but did not pull away, his eyes locked on Angel’s face. He was unraveling right before Alastor’s eyes and he suddenly had a bone-deep desire to watch him go to pieces. He would not truly be able to tear Angel apart (not while he was a hotel resident and Charlie had a say) but he could watch Angel tear himself apart in his desperate bid for pleasure.

It took less time than he’d have thought for Angel to reach his completion (or perhaps he’d just lost track of how much time had passed. That seemed to be a common occurrence during these dalliances). However long it took, Alastor felt Angel’s cock suddenly swell between his lips, the spider’s thrusts growing erratic as his moans became louder and his grip tighter. Following his lead, Alastor dug deeper into Angel’s skin, his tongue sliding out to wrap around the bulge at the base of his cock and squeezed until his mouth was filled with thick, bitter spend. He allowed a few more aborted thrusts as Angel caught his breath before pulling back, analyzing the taste left behind. It wasn’t bad . He’d certainly eaten much worse things. But it was…interesting. Finally giving in to the urge, Alastor turned his head to lick clean the stripes he’d cut into Angel’s thighs, humming happily as the blood coated his tongue.

Satisfied he’d done what he could, he pulled away enough to sit back, still between Angel’s legs and watching him as the spider came down from his own high. A soft giggle sounded and Alastor cocked his head, ears twitching in interest. The giggle grew to a full blown guffaw, Angel’s lower arms coming up to grip his lower stomach as he fought to breathe. The longer he laughed, the tenser Alastor became, his ears flattening to his head and the static in the room nearly oppressive.

“Is’not–not you, Smiles,” he panted, lifting a hand from his face to look at Alastor. “I just–it jus’ hit me that I let a fuckin’ cannibal put my cock in his mouth and it was fuckin’ good .” Another laugh ripped from him and Alastor allowed himself to relax. He was not being laughed at – if anything, he was being invited to join in on the joke. And he could see the humor in it. A soft chuckle left him.

“ Perhaps you should take a look at those survival instincts, my dear. Lest you lose an important body part .” He didn’t think his words were particularly funny but Angel howled, shaking the bed with the force of his laughter. He allowed Angel another moment or two of mirth before he moved to a more comfortable position next to him, the cuts on his own thighs and ass pulling pleasantly as the dried blood cracked. Angel’s laughs faded back down to the occasional giggle, his breath calming as he shifted to lay on his side and face Alastor, eyes studying him intently. He wondered idly what Angel was looking for. Silence fell upon them, the gentle hum of static feeling more content than anything and Alastor allowed himself to be observed.

“...Why’d ya say yes? That first time, I mean.” Angel’s voice was soft, something underneath that Alastor couldn’t name. He did not answer right away, weighing the pros and cons of being honest or fabricating a lie to appease the other sinner. This was his opening, wasn’t it? His way in to ask Angel about spying for him or at least giving him information he already knew. So why was he hesitating?

“ Why do you think I did? ” He questioned back, his eyes focused on the ceiling above them. He felt more than saw Angel shrug.

“Why d’ya think I asked?” Angel surely had an idea but he was refusing to answer first. It was as impressive as it was irritating. Alastor sighed.

“ I was confident I would win. I wanted you to owe me a favor. ” While true, it wasn’t the entirety of his reasoning. Angel hummed softly in acknowledgement but stayed quiet, clearly content to let the answer stand as it was. After a moment, Alastor twitched, eager to return to his own room and clean himself. How long was an acceptable amount of time to stay before he could leave? Last time, he’d fallen asleep and when he awoke, he’d disappeared into his shadows while Angel was unconscious.

“Will ya stay the night this time?” Again, there was something hidden in the casual tone, something he could not figure out and it irked him.

“ Would you like me to? ” Silence. A breath.

“If ya wouldn’t mind. At least until I fall asleep.” Alastor hummed his assent, snapping his fingers for a mediocre cleaning job (it'd have to do until he could return to his room to shower properly) and huffing softly but not chastising as Angel shifted closer and wrapped himself around the shorter sinner. “Thanks, Al.”

Notes:

Alternative title: Fleshly Fun Bridgescapades

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Chapter 3: Third Time's The Charm

Summary:

Angel and Alastor get to know each other better.

Notes:

***TRIGGER WARNING***

There is a non-con Valentino/Angel scene in this chapter. It is italicized and if you wanna skip it, you can do so.

 

Thank you so much to OAbsalom for writing a perfectly awful and awfully perfect Valentino for this chapter!!

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Alastor was acting…weird. Well, he was always weird but he was acting even weirder than normal.

 

It had been a few weeks since the last time they had spent the night together and though they hadn’t had anything sexual happen between them since then, Alastor was suddenly always around.

 

It started off small – after Angel had woken up alone (not unusual for him but still stung a little considering they lived in the hotel together), Alastor had actually avoided him for several days. Or at least he didn’t see Alastor for several days. Angel had gotten used to the subtle hiss of static that seemed to follow him everywhere, the spine tingling feeling of being watched (of course Angel was always watched; by demons in the city, coworkers in the studio, by Val and Vox –  but this was different).

 

And then without warning, Alastor was just…there. All. The. Time.

 

He would be in the kitchen when Angel went to make breakfast in the morning, he’d be at the bar at night when Angel went to have a drink and chat with Husk, he’d be sitting on one of the couches in the parlor room when Angel lounged on the chaise and scrolled through his phone. He never paid any direct attention to Angel but he could feel Alastor’s eyes on him wherever he went. He even caught sight of the deer demon around Pentagram City when he’d go out to meet up with Cherri to go shopping or clubbing. It was driving Angel insane.

 

The part that was really getting to him wasn’t that Alastor was apparently following him around. It was that Alastor was following him around to just ignore him. Angel didn’t do well with being ignored.

 

The deer demon would never acknowledge Angel when they were in the same space together, talking to everyone and anyone except him – hell, Alastor would even talk with Vaggie! (Angel ignored the fact that Alastor only spoke with the ex-angel to rile her up because that wasn’t the point). This went on for weeks, Angel clinging to the last strings of his dignity and refusing to be the one to break first.

 

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Angel dragged himself through the door, gritting his teeth against the waves of pain that were crashing over him with each step. Blood caked the fur on his face, his back, and he could feel the dried blood and cum crusting on the inside of his thighs. Val had been in a mood tonight and Angel, in his usual manner, spoke without thinking.

 

“CUT!”

 

Angel sighed and pushed the fox demon off him, narrowing his eyes in irritation, “What now, Val?” 

 

Nearly imperceptible as it may have been, the subtle shift in the moth's burning eyes could have blistered.

"What did you just say to me, cuero?"

 

Angel's open jaw quivered, a single jerk down and up again, a soft wet sound coming from the curve of the back of his tongue - a shape it knew all too well attempting to swallow back down words that had just pronounced a sentence death wouldn't relieve. 

 

In moments, the cast and crew that had frozen like a still frame were somehow gone, as if they had evaporated into the boiling heat emanating from the moth. Having thrown his cape back from his lap, the towering form stood to stride toward the couch where Angel had been taking his costar's 'breeding'. Impossibly long legs closed the distance in only a couple of steps, and the spider curled his legs and arms in on himself protectively, as if it would keep him from being crushed under Val like the heel of a boot.

 

It didn't.

 

The pimp's gaudy gold fingertips closed tight around the slender cylinder of Angel's neck, sliding up to force the flat bones of the digits hard under the angles of his jaw. Under the pressure, the star saw his own in his peripheral vision. It was hard to tell who thought Angel was stupider in that moment; each of them thinking he should have known better. Each of them wondering how he could be such a dumb bitch. Valentino had taught him over and over again. He thought about how effortlessly he could snap his neck, but what kind of lesson would that teach him? 

 

Angel couldn't even yelp as another of Val's hands roughly gripped his balls and lifted, shifting his ass forward toward the edge of the couch. His central vision was still with him, and his eyes darted down to see Valentino's already tight pants straining around his massive erection. 

 

Oh shit, Angel could only plead in his head. He couldn't even move side to side to beg silently. Shit, beat me, please baby. You like to beat me, just hit me, don't -

 

His cock was in his hand, and it seemed to throb in time with the tearful shimmer in Angel's eyes as they scanned Valentino's face and the area surrounding them into which he could not escape. A pair of arms forced Angel's knees up further than they wanted to go, and the last - the one not keeping a vice grip around the stripe of his black choker - rubbed the head of his cock over the puffed edge of Angel's asshole. 'Stupid bitch' was the last repeated phrase in both their heads as Valentino forced himself inside of the porn star. Val had loosened his grip strategically, knowing Angel would make the perfect little wail he did in fact make. His hips couldn't help but stutter as the sound settled deep into him and Angel did what little struggling he could do underneath him. 

 

It was so satisfying to see him try and fight it; he owned this thing completely. And if he wasn't getting it to fuck the way he wanted it to fuck, he was going to teach it how. 

 

"Who do you --" the moth moaned at the thought, "fuck for-- ahh -- cariño?"

The response was unintelligible, but whatever it was was goddamn right. Valentino knew the little body below him wouldn't dare say anything different. He used him mercilessly, occasionally wrapping a wrist behind Angel's slim ass to slide him back toward himself, the strong impact of his hips constantly shifting him back. In a mockery to his misery, Angel's own cock stiffened and bounced uselessly between his folded body and his captor.

 

Valentino might have Angel underneath thirty men in a day, all sizes and shapes, but the one thing he saved for himself was the long ladder of piercings tracked along the underside of his considerable dick. The ribbed pressure skipping in and out of him might have felt blissful on another occasion, but today it was only metal ripping in and out of Angel. For Valentino, the added points along his shaft did something to him, and he wanted to hear what they were doing to Angel, too. He finally fully relinquished his grip around the man's soft neck, used that hand to wrench back his head by his hair, and relished in the gasps as he caught his breath. When they turned into sobs, Valentino groaned and began to beat into him more erratically, cooing phrases twisted with adoration and cruelty. 

 

" Ay, mi vida - scream for me. You'll always be mine, mi amor. Only I can -aa-uhn- whatever I want." 

 

"Yours, Valentino, only yours. I'll be good, I'll be-" 

 

"You don't want that. You want it to stop. Tell me."

 

Angel whimpered. He was going to make it personal.

When he didn't get an answer, Val released the soft white hair from his fingers and slapped him as hard as he could across the face. The spider cried out.

 

"Baby? I told you to do something. Seems like you still want to question my directions... So go on and ask me again. Ask me, ‘What now, Val?’"

 

Deep black streams of mascara stained Angel's cheeks. It was going to happen, he would just make it worse the longer he put it off.

 

"Wh-- What now, Val?"

 

His pimp slammed his head hard backward against the solid upright of the couch, momentarily stunning all the other pain away before it returned in a stab as his hip was wrenched further back. 

 

"Now you fucking take whatever I want you to take, you cocksucking whore." He spat the last word out, pumped into his ass a few more times, and came to the sound of Angel begging for it to end. He pulled out unceremoniously, dragged Angel flat onto the couch by one arm, and wiped his wet cock along his cheeks, squeezing the head of it a few times to chase tiny aftershocks and draw the last droplets of cum from the tip to spread onto his toy. 

 

"There now, baby. I stopped, just like you asked me to. Don't I always give you everything you ask for?"

He didn't wait for his star to answer, just turned and walked away, tucking himself back in as he went. Angel couldn't even bring himself to curl his body back up, just use his arms to help his stinging joints lower his legs to a more natural position, panting and trembling.

Hours later, Angel finally made it to the safety of the hotel, pausing to lean against the door to catch his breath and fight the nausea the pain was causing to swirl in his gut. After Val fucked him, he’d spent the rest of the night having demon after demon use him, beat him, ruin him, all at the moth’s order. Until he’d passed out. And when he woke up, one of the studio assistants handed him his clothes and said Val wanted him out. No ride home was offered so walking was his only choice. Now that he was home, the idea of climbing the stairs to get to his room made him want to cry – in pain, in frustration at the wreck his afterlife was – but he couldn’t. Not yet. He’d let that happen once he was safely behind his own door. One more set of stairs. He could do it.

 

Two steps in and his legs gave out. Angel watched the ground rush up to meet him, his body slow and sluggish with pain and he knew he’d slam into the floor. Closing his eyes, he waited for the inevitable.

 

But it didn’t happen.

 

Angel opened his eyes to stare at the carpet below him. A soft, warm grip held him, around his shoulders, his waist. He was confused as his body righted itself, setting him gently to his feet again. The warmth didn’t fade, just loosened a bit but continued to give him enough support that he didn’t have to worry about falling again.

 

“You’re home late, darling.” Angel rolled his eyes, regretting it immediately when the movement made him dizzy. His body ached and he just wanted to lie down before he passed out. He didn’t know why Alastor had been waiting just beyond the front door and frankly, he didn’t really care to find out.

 

“I’m always home at this time, Smiles.” Alastor hummed but didn’t reply, cocking his head slightly as he looked Angel up and down. He tried to cross his arms over himself, feeling judged by Alastor’s stare. The movement pulled at the tears on his back and he flinched before letting them drop again. Looking down, he realized the warmth that was holding him was...Alastor’s shadow tentacles. “Uhhh…Al, yer, uh…yer shadows?”

 

“Yes? ” Alastor’s smile was tense, sharp at the edges, harsh in a way Angel hadn’t seen directed towards him in some time. Angel hesitated, pain clouding his judgment, exhaustion dulling his instincts.

 

“...Why’ve ya been ignoring me?” Alastor blinked at him, clearly surprised by the question, but offered no answer. Angel’s body sagged further, the pain and long day finally getting to him. “Ya know what, neva mind. I just wanna go to bed.” Angel tried to take a step but the tentacles didn’t disappear.

 

“...You’re bleeding.” It was said evenly, no real emotion showing and Angel frowned in response. He hadn’t really expected anything from Alastor but he especially didn’t expect Alastor to be here, catching him, holding him up, and now seemingly wanting to talk. He couldn’t make sense of it and for a moment, he doubted his own sanity.

 

“I know. I can’t really clean up out here, can I? Thanks fa the help but I’m gonna go now.” He didn’t have the energy to keep the exhaustion out of his voice. He didn’t have it in him to pretend he was fine when he was using every ounce of strength he had left not to completely lose his cool in front of the very last demon he’d want to see him vulnerable like that.

 

“Then allow me to assist you. You appear dead on your feet – if you’ll excuse the pun, ah-ha!”  Angel snorted softly but couldn’t fully stop the confused smile from curving his lips.

 

“Fine, whateva. Jus’ get me ta my room, Smiles.”

 

“Splendid.” Angel nearly yelped when he was suddenly scooped into a bridal hold, Alastor’s tentacles supporting him as they moved towards the stairs. “I would prefer to travel through the shadows but I fear doing so would aggravate your injuries.”

 

“S’warm.” The statement was more a musing whisper than something he meant for Alastor to hear but he heard him anyway.

 

“What was that, my dear? ”

 

“Yer shadows. They’re warm. Thought they’d be cold, yanno?”

 

“Are they now? ” Angel couldn’t name the emotion behind Alastor’s voice but to be fair, he didn’t really care to try in that moment.

 

Angel hummed softly, the warmth of the shadows holding him helping soothe his aching body. He felt like he was being wrapped in a heated blanket, another tentacle coming up to cradle his head. He let his eyes slip shut, the sound of Alastor’s static lulling him into a strange place between consciousness and sleep. Angel couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so comfortable. So relaxed. He had one final thought before drifting off, allowing the darkness of sleep to overtake him.

 

Strange how he could feel so safe with someone so dangerous.

 

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Angel woke with a start, biting back a scream of fear as his nightmare started to fade and reality came back to him. As his heart calmed, three things occurred to him in quick succession. First, he was in his bed at the hotel with Nuggs cuddled next to him. Second, he’d been cleaned, bandaged, and changed into a long overshirt. And third, he wasn’t alone in his room.

 

Gentle jazz played softly and though the room was dim, there was enough light for him to see the deer demon sitting in a chair that definitely did not belong in his room. Alastor held a book, casually and carefully turning a page before lifting his crimson eyes to meet Angel’s gaze.

 

"I did not expect you to be awake for several hours yet,” he commented casually, closing the book and banishing it before folding his hands in his lap, eyes still on Angel’s face. Angel blinked at him, his mind still half-asleep and trying to process past the exhaustion and aches and pains.

 

“Didja change my clothes?” Angel saw the way Alastor tensed, watching his ears flick in irritation, as if he was fighting the instinct to flatten them, and his eyes looked past the spider’s face to stare over his shoulder. Angel stared at him, one of his lower hands reaching out to pet Fat Nuggets slowly, the little pig snuffling happily at the attention.

 

“Why do you assume I changed you? ” Angel arched his brow and gave Alastor a flat, unimpressed look. Alastor grinned wider, tilting his head slightly. “Perhaps I ordered Husker or Nifty to tend to you.”

 

“Well, didja?”

 

“Would you be upset if I had? ”

 

“Just answer the fuckin’ question. Did Husk or Nifty change me?”

 

“ ...No.” Angel nodded a little, lifting a hand to rake his fingers through his hair. He was too drained to try and sort through what was happening. Alastor didn’t do things like this. He wasn’t kind, wasn’t nice, didn’t take care of anyone. Especially not Angel. And yet…the action itself spoke of all the things Alastor would never say.

 

It wasn’t until Alastor suddenly stood that Angel realized it’d been quiet for several minutes. The jazz was no longer playing. A flash of panic went through him.

 

“Are ya leaving?” He knew Alastor heard the plea in his voice, the fear of being left alone and waking up back in V Tower, but he couldn’t help it. Alastor only cocked his head, searching Angel’s face for a long moment before speaking.

 

“I was going to return to my own rooms.” Angel fought to keep his breathing steady, two of his arms coming to wrap around his own waist. He wouldn’t ask him to stay – he wouldn’t put himself out there just to be rejected, to be ridiculed for asking, to be laughed at for needing someone, needing Alastor, to stay. He wouldn’t risk – 

 

“Would you like me to stay? ” A sob tore itself from Angel’s throat at the unexpected offer, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes, his body beginning to shake as he struggled to keep from entirely falling apart. Alastor’s eyes widened and his smile tightened, giving him a slightly panicked look.

 

“I–I’m sorry, Al. It’s–Ya don’t hafta stay. Thanks–thanks fa helping.” He wiped his eyes roughly, forcing a smile to his face even as the tears began to fall. Angel finally looked away, lying back down and wrapping his arms around Fat Nuggets. He choked back another sob when the piglet licked his cheek. Angel closed his eyes, turning away from Alastor and curling in on himself as the evening finally caught up with him. The silence told Angel Alastor had left and he was, once again, alone.

 

Until he felt that warmth. And then the jazz resumed playing.

 

Another choked sob and the warmth gripped him tighter, settling over him like an embrace. Angel let himself cry.

 

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It was nearly two weeks before Alastor came to him. Angel had been hiding in his room, only leaving to work when Val called (he was so graciously given 3 days to recover before being summoned back again) and to get food from the kitchen after everyone had left. He ignored when Husk came knocking, when Charlie begged him through the closed door to speak, and he practically ran out the door when he left for work to keep anyone from cornering him to force him into answering questions he didn’t want to answer.

 

The only person who didn’t bother him was Alastor. At least, not directly. Over the last two weeks, there were constantly prepared meals. He didn’t always know what they were; he recognized some of them – shrimp and grits, gumbo, sandwiches with marinated meats– but many he didn’t. But all of them were placed carefully on his shelf in the fridge, precisely packaged with a note that told him how to reheat the food. And they all were delicious. Angel couldn’t help but smile each time he saw a new bowl or plate just for him, quickly warming it up before he disappeared back to his bedroom to eat while listening to Alastor’s radio show—it seemed fitting considering who’d made his meal and he’d quickly realized how funny the radio demon was (not to mention the way his voice drew up shivers of need as he crooned through the speakers of Angel’s little radio). Of course, even that respite didn’t last forever.

 

“Angel, dear, would you join me for dinner this evening? ” The radio on his nightstand crackled to life, Alastor’s voice floating easily through the air. Angel sighed and sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he turned to face it.

 

“I’m not really in tha mood, Al,” Angel sighed, only barely keeping the irritation from breaking through. Why was it so fucking hard for everyone to just leave him alone?

 

“I must insist. You have not socialized with the other residents of the hotel in some time now. Dear Charlie is worried sick about you and I’m sure if I could tell her you joined me for a meal, it would go a long way to soothe her.” Angel ground his teeth together, his temper flaring even as he fought to smother it. He knew Charlie was worried; he already felt bad about it and didn't need Alastor reminding him.

 

“Fine! I’ll fuckin’ meet ya fa dinner. Now get off my radio.”

 

“Lovely. Meet at my door at 7:30 on the dot, my good fellow! Ta-ta for now!” Angel snorted and flopped back down onto his bed, tugging the blankets around him.

 

“Manipulative prick,” he grumbled, punching his pillow into a more comfortable position.

 

“I heard that. ”

 

Angel fought back a smile as the radio turned off again, silence engulfing the room as the static abruptly cut off. He didn’t care if his parting comment had annoyed Alastor—served him right for essentially guilt tripping Angel into having dinner.

 

But that didn’t stop him from knocking on the Radio Demon’s door at exactly 7:30, as asked. He’d showered and done his beauty routine, coiffed his hair and slapped on the barest hint of makeup to hide how run down he really was. He didn’t exactly have many clothes that fell into the “modest” department but he was pretty confident the black knee-length skirt and soft, baby pink off the shoulder sweater were enough to keep Alastor from commenting on them.

 

The door swung open almost immediately and Angel got the impression Alastor had been waiting for his knock directly on the other side for at least several minutes.

 

“Ah, right on time! Come in, before the food gets cold.” Alastor stepped aside, sweeping his arm out in a grand gesture to invite Angel inside his room. Angel studied Alastor as he walked through the door, still feeling a bit off-kilter. His mind raced, trying to understand what Alastor was doing, what he wanted. Because Alastor always had a reason for what he did, even if no one else knew what his reasons were.

 

Angel looked around the room, a little surprised he was actually there. Alastor never invited anyone to his room and Angel had never even seen inside like Vaggie and Charlie had. The floor wasn’t carpeted like his own; there was dark hardwood throughout, an ornate fireplace clearly meant to be the focal point but overshadowed (no pun intended) by the massive, expanding swamp at the back of the room. It stretched impossibly far, clearly aided by Alastor’s magic, and if Angel didn’t know any better, he’d have really thought it was back on Earth. The room ended abruptly just before the bayou started, the hardwood floor broken apart to reveal the soft moss below.

 

Angel walked further into the space, his attention locked on the incredibly impressive show of magic and power ahead of him. Rising tall from the dark, murky waters, bald trees stretched towards an unseen ceiling. Spanish moss hung from the spindly branches while small dots of light danced through the air and with a breathless laugh, Angel realized they were fireflies. Heavy humidity of the swamp washed over him and he inhaled deeply, the scent of brackish water and greenery filled his senses. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever experienced.

 

Angel reached a hand out, trying to entice the fireflies to land on his fingers and he watched with an almost dazed amazement.

 

“Is all this real?” His words were nearly a whisper, almost afraid if he spoke too loudly, it would all disappear. His eyes were still focused on the sight before him but he felt Alastor move closer.

 

“As real as anything, I suppose.” He felt Alastor’s eyes boring a hole into him but he couldn’t look away.

 

“It’s beautiful,” he breathed.

 

All at once, the gravity of the situation settled over him. Alastor was offering a piece of himself to Angel, even if he didn’t explicitly say that. This place he had created – it was like there were memories here, but they were hidden away beneath layers of magic and greenery. Suddenly it hit Angel that being brought to the edge of the bayou was a huge deal and all he wanted to do was pull Alastor to him and kiss him until he couldn't breathe right or make sense. Instead, he took a deep breath and finally turned to look at the demon beside him, a soft smile on his face.

 

“Thanks fa showing me this. It’s…it’s amazin’.” Alastor’s smile was the softest he’d ever seen, a simple closed-mouth curve.

 

“I’m glad you enjoy it. Now!” Alastor clapped his hands together excitedly before offering one to Angel. “Shall we have our meal?” Lacing his lower hands together, Angel placed his upper hand in Alastor’s, fighting a blush when Alastor tucked Angel’s hand into the crook of his elbow.

 

“So what’s fa dinna?” Angel asked excitedly, allowing Alastor to lead him to a wide, wrought-iron table. There were two place settings complete with fine china, perfectly polished silverware, and sparkling crystal glasses. Multiple dishes sat upon the table, covered in shiny metal cloches hiding what was underneath.  Angel smiled at the table settings, glancing at Alastor and raising his eyebrow a little. “Well ain't this a fancy set up. It looks great, Al.”

 

Alastor released Angel’s hand to pull out his chair, dipping his head in acknowledgment. As Angel sat down, Alastor moved to lift the silver covers to reveal the dishes beneath. The scent of spices and meat wafted over him, his stomach growling in response and his mouth watered. He didn’t need to taste it to know it would be just as delicious as the rest of the food Alastor had prepared.

 

“Tonight we’ll be having jambalaya, smothered green beans, and a crisp tomato and cucumber salad. I was not sure how hungry you would be.”

 

“It’s perfect. I…thanks.” Angel smiled brightly at the other demon, all four of his hands resting on his lap as he waited eagerly for Alastor to sit and begin serving them. This was new for him–being taken care of, being tended to without having to worry there was a debt to be paid for the attention he was receiving. He couldn’t help the flutter in his stomach at the thought that he could just…enjoy it. That it was Alastor providing this attention made it feel even more special and Angel’s chest was full to bursting with everything he was feeling.

 

“No need to thank me – as I mentioned before, Charlie was quite worried about you and asked me for assistance in finding a way to help.”

 

Angel mentally slapped himself, the giddiness he felt disappearing as quickly as a popped balloon. What was wrong with him? Of course Alastor was only doing this because he was trying to stay on Charlie’s good side.

 

It wasn’t about Angel – it never was.

 

The smile stayed glued to his face but it felt brittle now, as if it would crack apart at any moment. He couldn’t bring himself to reply, the words caught in his throat and suddenly he was choking on his own breath, fighting the sting of tears behind his eyes. Alastor didn’t seem to notice (or he was ignoring Angel’s reaction to his words) and began to fill their plates. Angel felt the tension building, his lower hands gripping his own thighs until he was sure he’d leave bruises beneath his fur. The little appetite he’d managed disappeared, his stomach sinking to the floor as his heart climbed in his throat.

 

Alastor kept talking, explaining about the dish he’d made, but Angel didn’t hear his words. His mind swirled as he fought to keep his composure. He’d thought this was different –  thought maybe, just maybe, someone had cared about him . And even as he thought it, he felt his anger begin to boil over. Anger at Alastor for being thoughtless, anger at Charlie for asking Alastor to butt in, but mostly anger at himself for thinking anyone would ever give a shit about him past what he could be used for. His breath caught, the choked sound he made finally cluing Alastor in that things were not alright.

 

“...Angel? Is there a problem? ” Alastor’s question finally cracked the damn, the tears rolling over and trailing down his cheeks. A hysterical laugh burst out of him, shattering like glass behind his teeth.

 

“Yeah, Al. There’s a fuckin’ problem.” Angel stood suddenly, nearly knocking the table in his haste. “There’s a lotta fuckin’ problems.” Angel began to pace, his tears flowing faster, dripping from his jaw to leave a trail of spots along the immaculate wooden floor. Alastor didn’t move, his eyes tracking Angel’s movements as his ears pinned back against his head. “ I’m the fuckin’ problem,” he nearly screamed, his primary hands reaching up to yank at his hair.

 

Silence met his words, another frenzied laugh tearing itself from deep in his chest.

 

“I–I gotta get outta here. Tha–Thanks for dinna, Al.” His words were choked out, rasping through his throat. “I’m not hungry afta all–ya can tell Charlie ya saw me though so she’ll leave ya alone.” He turned and nearly ran for the door, his long legs closing the distance and he reached for the knob desperately. His fingers wrapped around the handle and pulled.

 

It didn’t open.

 

He yanked again, the door jiggling slightly but otherwise refusing to budge.

 

“Open the fuckin’ door.” Angel didn’t turn around, hand still wrapped around the knob and tears falling. Alastor didn’t speak, simply stared at him from his seat at the table, legs crossed and hands folded primly in his lap. It was only the look of confused panic hiding in his eyes that gave away that he wasn't as calm as he appeared. Angel jerked the door again. Still nothing. “I said open the fuckin’ door, Alastor!”

 

“I will once you’ve calmed down and explained to me what happened.” Angel whipped around, his eyes glowing from more than the tears. Pain hid behind anger, his voice rising to cover the shake of his words.

 

“Don’t tell me ta calm down!”

 

“Angel. Do not raise your voice at me when I have done nothing to deserve it."

 

“Ya fuckin’ do deserve it, ya fuckin’ asshole! Yer only doin’ this because ya tryna stay good with Charlie, not because ya actually give a fuck about me. So open the fuckin’ door and let me go back to my room and jus’--jus’ leave me alone!”

 

The words were nearly a scream, choked sobs clawing their way from his throat and he futilely shook the door. He hated how much he’d let himself feel—over the last couple of months, spending time with Alastor had affected him more than he’d realized. And it was only now, in the middle of his panic-riddled breakdown, did he realize exactly how much. Because why else would this hurt so bad? Why else would he care if Alastor genuinely wanted to spend time with him or not?

 

After all, he was just a stupid whore, wasn’t he? He knew it—but more importantly, Alastor knew it.

 

“I will unlock the door as soon as you have calmed down. It would not do to be seen running through the halls in your current state.”

 

“Why not?! Cause it would look bad fa ya? Yeah, can’t have anyone thinkin’ ya upset the whore of the hotel, can ya?” Angel snarled at him, slamming the palm of his hand into the door before turning to press his back against it. He slid to the floor, pulling his legs in and wrapping all four arms around them, resting his forehead on his knees to hide his face. The sobs didn’t slow, his head swimming; he was sure if he hadn’t closed his eyes, the edges of his vision would be dotting with black spots. He wanted to disappear, wanted to hide away in his room, wanted to go find the baggie of white powder he had stashed in the wall behind his poster and use it up until his mind cleared and he floated away from his thoughts and feelings.

 

Alastor still hadn’t said a word, the soft static hissing quietly the only sound other than Angel’s soft sobs.

 

“I must admit, I…am at a loss for what to do. I do not understand why you are so upset or what changed. But I…would you explain why you are upset? I thought this evening was going well.”

 

Angel tightened his arms around himself, refusing to lift his head. He didn’t want to explain. He didn’t want to have to tell Alastor why he got upset, why he was hurt, didn’t want to admit he had felt like this could have been a date or that he felt like Alastor had actually wanted to spend time with him. It was embarrassing and stupid. Angel shook his head, taking slow deep breaths until he managed to steady himself.

 

“Just open the door, Al.” Angel whispered, nearly begging. He could hear the harsh static jump in pitch, heard the screech of a record at his refusal to give Alastor what he wanted. Alastor didn’t say anything else but he sighed and Angel heard the click of the lock. Angel clambered to his feet, nearly falling in his haste to get up. He wiped his face, refusing to meet the other demon’s gaze. “Thanks.”

 

He rushed from the room, heading for the safety of his own. Angel was in such a rush to leave, he didn’t hear the heartbreaking, violin-forward music playing before the door closed and cut it off.

 

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Angel was avoiding Alastor. Not only avoiding Alastor but he was avoiding the hotel altogether and had been staying with Cherri for several days. The morning after the disaster of a dinner, he’d packed a bag for himself and Fat Nuggets, told his best friend he needed some time away, and she immediately agreed. Angel told Charlie he needed some space and that he’d be gone for a few days so she wouldn’t worry. She worried anyway, immediately asking him to stay and trying to convince him he didn’t need to go. But he put his foot down and told her he needed space and he needed her to respect that. She didn’t like it but she agreed, telling him to call her if he needed anything.

 

Spending time with Cherri wasn’t quite what he’d thought it’d be. He loved her of course and knew she loved him. But sometimes, she was just a little too honest.

 

“Ange, ya know I love ya but what exactly did you think was happenin’ with the radio creep?” Angel sighed and rolled over to face her, offering her the joint they were sharing while lounging in their pajamas on her bed. He’d just finished telling her everything that had happened – from the first time they fucked all the way up to the dinner a few nights before.

 

“I don’t know, Cher. I thought we were…at least friends. I mean we fucked! We got ta talkin’ tagetha and I mean–fa fuck’s sake, Cherri, he found me afta that shit with Val and he took care’a me!”

 

Cherri snorted and took a hit of the joint, exhaling the smoke in multiple rings. “And him inviting you to dinner wasn’t somethin’ friends do? We go for a cheeky feed together all the time.”

 

“No! He only invited me because Charlie asked him ta do it!” Cherri didn’t seem convinced, leveling him with a heavy look. Her eye studied his face, taking another hit of the joint and exhaling before she spoke carefully.

 

“Angie, did ya ever think maybe he’s using the princess as an excuse because he doesn’t want to admit he wanted to see you? I mean you told me he didn’t even want to admit he liked fucking ya when you both knew he did.”

 

Angel didn’t answer, frowning and reaching over to snake the joint back. He didn’t want to admit she had a point–because if she had a point then he’d have to admit he was wrong and if he admitted he was wrong, he’d have to go find Alastor and apologize. Which Alastor likely wouldn’t accept and would probably make him feel even worse about.

 

None of that sounded like a good idea.

 

Cherri must have realized Angel wasn’t going to talk more about Alastor because she sat up and stretched, her back popping several times before she spoke again.

 

“Fuck me, I could really go a sausage sizzle right about now. I’d give my left arm for a Bunnings snag. Betcha those cunts are all up in heaven. FUCK IT let’s do a maccas run.” Angel grinned at her, finishing off the joint before smashing the butt in the ashtray that sat between them on the blankets.

 

“Ya mean you want a hotdog? They got hotdogs here in hell.” Cherri narrowed her eye at him, previous amusement wiped entirely from her face.

 

“No, cunt. They are not the same thing. A Bunnings sausage sizzle is the pinnacle, the most elite and devine form a sausage can take in the known universe. I don’t want a fucking hot dog you found in the gutter.” Cherri slid off the bed and yanked on a pair of pants, still giving Angel a dirty look.

 

Angel laughed loudly, following her lead to pull his clothes on so they could leave. “I’m serious, Cher. From what ya told me, it’s the same thing!” He grinned as he spoke, pulling his boots on and zipping them up. “The only difference between a hotdog cart in Brooklyn and a sausage sizzle is the place it’s sold. That’s like sayin’ it’s betta to get a hotdog at a Home Depot just ‘cause it’s from tha Home Depot.”

 

“Fuck off, ya mangy gronk,” Cherri said with a peel of laughter, shoving him hard enough to make him fall back onto the bed. Angel giggled so hard he snorted, setting Cherri off laughing again.

 

Even if he didn’t want to admit it, Cherri had a point and Angel had a deer demon to talk to.

 

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Spending time with Cherri had been just what he needed. After they grabbed some McDonald’s (Angel refused to call it maccas, no matter how much Cherri bugged him to), she agreed to go with him back to the hotel to keep him company a while longer. He wouldn’t admit it, and he was sure Cherri knew, but he wasn’t ready to face Alastor just yet.

 

But of course, Angel’s luck had run out.

 

They walked into the lobby, arms linked as they laughed and headed for the bar. Angel noticed Alastor immediately, of course, and he couldn’t help but look at him. The deer was sitting at the end, the seat furthest from the door. He held a glass of whisky between his hands but it seemed as if he’d already had several, if the droop of his ears was anything to go by. Husk stood a few steps away, cleaning a glass with his rag and staring at the Overlord, only looking away to slide his gaze to Angel and Cherri. He watched them warily as they approached but Alastor didn’t bother to lift his head and a wave of guilt washed over Angel. He fought the feeling, almost irritated with himself for even caring. It was (probably) unlikely that Alastor even actually felt bad. He could be putting on this bit just to make Angel feel bad.

 

But fuck if it wasn’t working.

 

“You want a drink?” Husk grumbled at them, finally setting the glass down and flipping the rag onto his shoulder with an annoyed grunt.

 

“Well I didn’t come here to fuck spiders!” Cherri shot back mockingly, cocking her hip out and resting her hand on it. “Except you, babe,” she added with a wink in Angel’s direction. Angel couldn’t help the laugh it pulled from him and he leaned over to wrap an arm around her shoulders tightly.

 

“Always free fa ya, dollface,” he replied, tugging the end of her ponytail playfully before straightening again so she could sit. Angel went to claim the seat beside her until Husk cleared his throat, narrowing his eyes a bit at the spider. Angel frowned, tilting his head in confusion. Husk rolled his eyes and looked pointedly at Alastor before raising a questioning eyebrow at Angel. He hesitated, looking to Cherri for help.

 

Until she jerked her thumb in Alastor’s direction and told him, “Get on with it.” He tossed a glare and the bird at her before taking a deep breath and making his way to the far side of the bar, sliding onto the stool next to Alastor.

 

“Hey Smiles.” Alastor shot upright, his ears flicked forward and a wide, nearly manic grin splitting his face.

 

“Hell-lo there, my effeminate fellow! I see you’ve decided to grace us with your presence today! Everyone was quite worried about where you’ve been these few days–I’ll be sure to let Charlie know you’ve returned.”

 

Before Angel could say a word, Alastor melted away into his shadows, nothing left but the nearly empty glass of whiskey on the bartop. Angel sighed, turning back to Husk and Cherri, shrugging his shoulders at the disapproving look on her face and the flat look on his.

 

“What?” They both shook their heads and Angel huffed in annoyance. What’d they expect him to do, tie Alastor up so he could apologize?

 

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Angel stomped up the stairs, a little (maybe a lot) pissed off as he headed for Alastor’s room. Cherri had read him the riot act, told him to pull his fluffy head from his cute ass and at least talk to Alastor. She told him he needed to apologize for freaking out on him and leaving with no explanation and, after the way Alastor had helped take care of him, that was the least he could do.

 

Fuck her for being right. And fuck Husk for agreeing with her, even if it was to save his own skin. Apparently Alastor had been a nightmare to deal with in the time Angel had been gone.

 

He stopped at Alastor’s closed red door, lifting his hand to knock on it (if he did it harder than he necessarily needed to, well that wasn’t on purpose). There was no answer. Angel pressed his cheek to the door, trying to see if he could hear anything inside but there was only silence. Was Alastor not there? Or was it because he had a barrier on his door to keep sounds from getting out? Fuck if he knew but the latter seemed more likely.

 

Angel pulled back and hesitated, wondering if he should check the radio tower first when he heard a soft click . The door didn’t open and Angel wasn’t sure if the door had locked or unlocked. With a deep breath, he reached forward to find out.

 

The knob turned, the door opened, and Angel was instantly assaulted with an ear-splitting scream of static, the noise full of wavering frequencies that nearly made him sick as they wrecked havoc on his brain. He ran inside the room, slamming it shut behind him to cut the sound off from echoing through the hotel as he pressed his upper hands over his ears.

 

“Alastor!” He screamed the deer’s name, trying to be heard over the chaos. He had a moment of panic thinking his ears might start bleeding if he couldn’t get Alastor to stop. Angel’s eyes darted about the room and it took him a moment to realize what he was seeing.

 

Half the room, the half that was the bayou last time he was here, was nothing but blackness.

 

Creeping shadows lashed about, writhing like snakes ready to strike to protect the hunched figure that was knelt in the midst of the darkness. The silhouette was barely visible, facing away as it flickered in and out of focus; its antlers were huge and sharp, the weight of them must have been dragging its head down towards the floor and Angel’s heart clenched. What the fuck was going on?

 

Steeling himself, Angel stepped forward towards the dark, eyes locked on the red shape in the center. He’d expected to be slashed, grabbed and tossed aside, even to sink into the darkness and left floating in a void of nothing. Instead, he stepped into what felt like a warm embrace, the shadows wrapping around his limbs and waist that felt eerily similar to a lover’s caress. Angel took that as a sign Alastor wouldn’t hurt him for approaching.

 

The screaming hadn’t stopped but the darkness wasn’t sinister. It was welcoming.

 

Angel kept his upper hands pressed to the sides of his head, blocking out some of the sounds as he approached Alastor, and when he got close enough, he placed one of his lower hands carefully on the deer’s curled back. Alastor was cold to the touch even through his jacket and his body shook with violent shivers beneath Angel’s fingers. He could see the deer gripping his own arms, nails having dug deep gouges in his skin until blood ran down his arms and dripped to the floor. The dark blood blended so well with the shadows, Angel couldn’t tell how much there was and his heart skipped a beat in fear.

 

“ Ģ̴̬͓͛̋̊̈́͋͌̆̔̏͗ͅͅͅ è̸̡̯̺̱͈̀͌̾̏͌̽͠ t̷̨̛̖̟̮̭̪͍̝̘̼̪͂͊͘ͅ ̷̧͔̣̰̦̗͍͖̘̣̘̔Ǫ̶̮̲̌̈̎̒̍̐͐̆͑̕͘ u̴͔͕̱̮͙̦̳̻͖̤̹̩͒̇̈́̑̏̆̆̆̍̀̓̈́͜͝ ṱ̵̢͍̤͉͉̤̞͙͓̜̯̂̅́͐̽͘͠”

 

Oh. This wasn’t Alastor. This…was The Radio Demon. 

 

Angel began rubbing its back slowly, refusing to move as he spoke, no longer screaming. He knew it could hear him.

 

“Ya gotta stop, Smiles. Yer hurting yerself–ya can’t keep this up.” The body below his hand shuddered, as if fighting to pull away or press further into the touch. Angel crouched behind him, adding a second hand to the first and a heart-breaking, keening cry cut through the din.

 

“ D̸͔͙̦̲̿̄̈́̓̾͋ͅ e̸̦̞͎͎̦͛̀̆̿͠ s̸̬͎͔̤͙̊͆ e̷̜̋̓̈́̉̽̃ r̶̙̫͔̭̠͈͓̍͋̊̿ v̶̝̥̄̿̈̃̒̀ ȩ̶̨̠͓͉̳͍̹̈́͂̄̆̓͑̑͝   ̷̞̤̉͝ţ̶̤̭̤̹͔̻̮̔̈͛͒͛̉̇̚o̷̪̼̼̎͊͊͐͝͝   ̸̭̆͘ḩ̴̛̪̥̬͓̫̓͒̾͋̕͠͝ u̵͍͇̒͑͠ r̴̳̙̒ t̵̢̯̪̲̤̣͋̽͌͌͂̋͘͜ ”.” Angel’s breath caught, tears gathering on his lower lids before he pushed them back, shaking his head even if the Radio Demon couldn’t see him.

 

“No, ya don’t.” Angel sat back, pulling the creature between his legs and into his chest. He rested his chin between the spines of its antlers, careful not to take his own eye out as he wrapped all four arms around the trembling body. Angel ground his teeth against the pain as the screams of static slammed into him full blast again but he held on anyway. Despite how frigid its body was, he could feel the warm wetness of Alastor’s blood smearing over his arms and soaking into his skirt. “I’ve got ya, big guy…” Angel rubbed two hands up and down its back, rocking their bodies back and forth to soothe as two more threaded through its hair and rubbed its ears gently. He shivered and tightened the grip of his arms, the Radio Demon’s body leeching the heat from his own in an almost desperate bid to warm itself.

 

He stayed quiet, eyes squeezed tightly shut against the onslaught of Alastor’s pain even as his hands and arms stayed gentle and comforting. After several minutes, two frozen, shaking arms wrapped around his waist to return the hug.

 

“That’s my good boy…yer gonna be alright. Come on back ta me. Where’s my big buck, hmm?” Angel spoke softly, keeping up a litany of quiet words and gentle praises; he nearly cried as relief washed over him when the screaming slowly faded and stopped, the antlers shrank, and the shadows melted away. He kept up the soft touches and words, waiting until Alastor chose to lift his head himself. Black tears stained the deer’s face, his eyes red-rimmed and puffy as his stitched grin tore across his face.

 

“There’s my handsome guy.”  Angel pressed a kiss to Alastor’s forehead between his brows, the shock clear on the other demon’s face. He’d have laughed at the confused bleat that sounded if he wasn’t so afraid of setting Alastor off again. The shadows continued to retreat, the bayou appearing around them and the sounds of the swamp were audible again; the soft chirp of crickets, the gentle lapping of the water against the muddy shore, the muted buzz of the fireflies like a balm against the ringing in Angel’s ears.

 

He brought one hand up to thread his fingers through Alastor’s hair, his fingers nimbly massaging across the other demon’s scalp before rubbing the base of his ear. Alastor’s body had warmed again, the cold having disappeared and taken with it the corpse-like feel of the other demon’s skin. It was quiet between them, neither speaking as Alastor came back to himself and Angel gave him time. It was several minutes before either of them spoke.

 

“So…ya wanna tell me what that was?” Angel asked carefully, his hands still brushing over Alastor’s back and through his hair. “Neva saw ya like that bafore.” Alastor finally looked away, shifting to press his face into Angel’s chest fluff and smearing the black tears across his white fur. Angel fought the sigh that threatened to let loose – it was gonna be a bitch to get that out later. He wondered idly if the black would stain his fur and even as the thought passed through him, he realized he wouldn’t necessarily mind. To be marked in such a visible way by Alastor…to have proof that he’d been allowed into such a private moment…Angel felt nearly dizzy at the realization.

 

“...It was nothing. I had it under control.” Angel hummed softly, not feeling the need to point out that Alastor very much did not have himself under control. They both knew it and pressing Alastor about it would only upset him again. Alastor rubbed his face into Angel’s fluff again, as if he were trying to climb into the fur himself. Angel bit his lip to hold back a laugh – the movement tickled.

 

“Ya wanna move ta the bed? Might be more comftable.” Alastor tightened his arms around Angel’s waist, a low growl sounding from his chest that vibrated against Angel’s ribs. “Easy, big guy. Just thought maybe we could get off tha floor and outta the puddle’a blood we’re sittin’ in.” Alastor didn’t answer, only pressed his face deeper into Angel’s chest and the spider sighed, continuing to rub his hands up and down Alastor’s back.

 

Angel readied himself for a long, uncomfortable night when suddenly the darkness returned; Alastor’s grip tightened and it felt like he was being crushed from all sides all at once. Between one blink and the next, Angel was crushed, deflated, flattened, and sucked into the never ending void before popping back into existence onto Alastor’s bed, the deer still in his arms.

 

He sucked in a gasping breath, coughing as his lungs remembered how to inflate and take in air.

 

“A fuckin’ warnin’ next time would be great, Al,” Angel grumbled, his voice breathless. Alastor’s ears flattened against his head and Angel nearly rolled his eyes before softening his tone. “But thanks fa movin’ us.”

 

Angel laid back, taking the deer with him and situated them comfortably. He was on his side, Alastor still curled into his chest with all of Angel’s arms wrapped around him in a tight hug, their bodies flush against each other from chest to hips. He’d thought by now Alastor would have told him to leave or at the very least told Angel to stop touching him but he didn’t. And in the same way Alastor had stayed when Angel needed him, Angel wasn’t about to walk out on him.

 

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Angel wasn’t sure what time it was when he opened his eyes, only that it was still dark and he wasn’t in his bedroom. It took a moment for everything from the night before to come back to him and he let out a slow breath as he remembered, the puff of air washing over the red ear just under his chin. The appendage twitched, flicking against Angel’s jaw and making him smile. Alastor was still pressed into his chest, as if he hadn’t moved the entire night (which would explain the stiffness Angel felt in his arms and legs), and Angel couldn’t tell if he was awake or not. At some point, Alastor must have woken up while Angel was still sleeping because his jacket was nowhere to be seen, Angel's shirt was gone (he wasn't sure how he felt about that but he supposed it made it easier for Alastor to bury his face in Angel's chest fluff), and the dark blood that had covered them both had been cleaned up, though the deep slices in Alastor’s arms were visible.

 

Angel laid still, mulling over the last several weeks and wondering where he and Alastor would stand once the deer demon awoke. Would Alastor go back to ignoring him? Would they be in a space to call themselves friends? More than friends? And if so, what would that mean for Angel? His soul was still owned by Valentino–and it would be for the rest of time or until Angel died from a holy weapon, whichever came first. He doubted Alastor would be willing to put up with him for long; he supposed the only question that mattered was…how long would it take for Alastor to decide Angel wasn’t worth the trouble he brought?

 

“I can practically hear your thoughts and they're distracting. I was enjoying my sleep.” Angel snorted softly, moving one of his hands up and down Alastor’s back slowly now that he knew he was awake.

 

“I wasn’t thinkin’.” Alastor hummed and Angel had a sneaking suspicion he had held back an insult of some kind. “Al, I…I’m sorry. About the otha day. When ya tried ta make me dinna and I left like that.”

 

Silence met his words but Angel didn’t push for an answer. He stayed quiet, letting the hushed buzz of Alastor’s static and sounds of the bayou lull him into nearly dozing off again.

 

“I believe it’s a draw.” Alastor’s voice pulled him back from the edge of sleep as he processed what was said.

 

“Hmm? What’re ya drawing?” Alastor huffed and his ear flicked Angel in the face again, making him laugh softly.

 

“The bet, my dear. It was a draw. I believe we both won.” Alastor spoke softly, as if he were waiting for Angel to argue with him.

 

“...Then we both get a fava then, huh?”

 

“I suppose we do. Do you know what you would like? ” Angel smirked a bit, tilting his head to press a gentle kiss at the base of Alastor’s antlers, his stomach rolling pleasantly at the startled honk from Alastor.

 

“Let me sleep a bit longa and I’ll let ya know once I’ve decided what I want.”

 

“I suppose that’s acceptable.” Angel laughed softly, reaching up one of his hands to pet Alastor’s ear. He had a feeling Alastor already knew what he wanted from Angel but the spider wasn’t quite ready to ask. That would be a conversation for another day.

Notes:

**Author Note**

Yes, Hell absolutely has McDonald's because fuck that place. Starbucks is in hell too.

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