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Maybe I'll kiss you in some wild, special way...
If nobody kills me or thrills me soon,
I'll die in your arms under the cherry moon…
Lovers like us, dear, are born to die.
If they don't find us, what will we do?
I guess we'll make love under the cherry moon…
Under The Cherry Moon - Prince
Alastor sat in his chair, near the fireplace in his room. The fire burns softly as if it were calm. Green, like his powers. A half full lukewarm tea sat nearby on a small table close to the fireplace. A book in his hand, casually reading. He peeks at the seat next to him, empty. He sucks his teeth, looking over to the bayou to the far left of him, on the other side of the room. The green and yellow leaves begin to turn red and orange, falling, fluttering through the breeze when the wind blows. He can barely see the sky from how far in his room he is, but he can see the moonbeams shining through, reflecting off the water. It’s bright tonight.
Alastor’s ear twitches, hearing his door knock. He glances up from his book feeling strangely panicked, clenching the book, crinkling the paper. He was the one who invited Angel up to his room again. He huffs as he fixes his gloves, checking his dress shirt, and his pants. He looks alright. He gives a sigh of relief.
Angel knocks again, but more irritated.
“ I’m coming!” He snaps, about to stand up, hearing Angel giggle on the other side of the door, “ Wait.” Alastor says, his green magic forming around him, he points to the door, the fireplace flaring, and he pulls Angel through the staticy door.
“ Ahh!” Angel shouts, eyes shut tight as he glides across the floor, the door behind him stitching back together. “ What the fuck!?” He stops with a jolt, turning to stare at Alastor, pouting. “ I fucking hate that.” He shivers, as if something’s crawling on him.
Alastor shrugs, perking an eyebrow, but not looking over at Angel, pretending he’s paying attention to the book. He’s not. “ I did not feel like getting up.”
Angel gives another full body shiver, shaking out his hands. “ Fuck, that’s always fuckin’ weird.” Angel moves over to the chair Alastor is in. He flicks one of his ears, making it flick back in return, tickling. “ How are you tonight?” He says slowly, suspicious, leaning in.
Alastor rests his head on the back of the chair, smiling but looking unsure. “ How would you think I am doing if you’re up here?”
Angel smiles, kissing him on the top of his head, both of Alastor’s ears twitching. Angel slides a hand under Alastor’s chin, stroking him affectionately. He pressed his body against the silhouette of the chair, putting a knee up on the armrest, stretching the fabric of his mini skirt. “ What cha readin’?” Angel says, trying to look at the book.
“ I do not even know anymore.” Alastor chuckles, covering his mouth with his free hand. He’s strangely flustered. “ You’ve distracted me.”
“ Stop, we’ve done this enough times now, hun.” Angel says with a little laugh, reassuring.
Alastor glances up at Angel, a little flushed. “ I believe that is the embarrassing part about it.”
“ No need to be embarrassed. I’m happy ‘ta help.” Angel says, his other upper hand petting Alastor’s forehead, playing with his bangs. Alastor hates it, mostly because he can’t seem as menacing if he enjoys Angel’s touches in this way. It’s so gentle and sweet, Alastor tries to just accept his gestures and attention. He closes his eyes as Angel continues to touch him. Angel glances over to the seemingly endless bayou on the other side of the room. “ I never really looked ova’ there before.”
“ The seasons are changing.” Alastor sighs, keeping his eyes closed.
“ Is that why you–?”
“-- Possibly.”
“ Ahh. You don’t wanna tell me.” Angel says, accepting. He thinks for a moment, “ Or is it somethin’ you don’t even know?”
Alastor smirks, his hand going lax, his open book tilting lazily. “ I said possibly.”
“ Hey, I never asked before, you from the states?” Angel asks, confused, almost squinting. The bayou doesn’t even look real to him. It looks like a painting, but Angel sees the water ripple, the branches of the trees sway. “ Looks like the south.”
“ Yes, it is.”
“ Never woulda guessed. You don’t sound like it. The way ‘ya talk.”
Alastor glances up at him, “ You do not sound like where you are from either.”
“ Well I’m…okay, whatever. Fair.” Angel snorts. He kisses Alastor’s forehead, sliding his leg off of the armchair and moving away from him, running a hand on the back of his chair as he wanders away. He walks past the fireplace and the empty chair to look at some of the stuff on the walls and shelves in Alastor’s room, stopping at the huge alligator skeleton. “ You catch this?”
“ Ha! No, no, purely decorative.” Alastor says, pretending to go back to reading his book.
Angel smiles at him, “ I bet ‘cha could’ve.” He continues to move through the room, Alastor watching him closely, a familiar stirring in his hips. He licks his upper lip, adjusting in his seat slightly as he watches Angel’s legs. Angel suddenly turns around, startling Alastor, who fumbles his book, “ You read all these?” Angel asks, noticing Alastor fumble uncharacteristically. Instead of commenting on it, he stays on track. He knows what he’s doing. Angel turns back around to stand on his tippy toes, his skirt riding up a little as he does, touching a few of the book spines slowly, almost petting them. Sending a shiver up Alastor’s spine.
“ Yes.” Alastor says plainly, kind of.
Angel muses, “ Sorry, I’m just helpin’ myself to ya’ room.” He pokes at a snake skeleton on the shelf.
“ I invited you in. Please. Help yourself.” Alastor says with a little grin.
Angel looks at Alastor over his shoulder, crossing his lower arms behind his back, trying to look innocent. “ To anythin’?”
“ Anything,” Alastor whispers.
Angel tilts his head, playfully. “ Anythin’. Hmm.”
Alastor’s eyes follow Angel as he continues through the room, toying with things on shelves, looking closely at Alastor’s stuff. Strange rocks, one book that was glowing, a jar of some kind of body part from some kind of creature. Angel was too scared to ask what it was. Alastor licks his lips, watching Angel bend down to look at something on a lower shelf. He coughs, as if he’s trying to get Angel’s attention. “ I apologize in advance.” He says quietly. “ About tonight.” He tries to clarify.
Angel hums sweetly, looking over his shoulder at Alastor again as he stands up straight again, cocking his hip, “ Baby, it’s fine. I’m happy ‘ta be here.” He starts to move towards the bayou, still chatting, “ I just…never looked around here. Usually we’re in my room. I think I’ve only been up here one other time. And mmm…” He grins, “ I certainly wasn’t lookin’ at any’a this. Had other things on my mind.”
Alastor flushes, “ You know I appreciate you, yes?”
“ I know. It’s obvious.”
“ Shut it.” Alastor grumbles with a smirk, trying to sound irritated.
“ Mm, what was that?” Angel teases with a big smile. Alastor shrugs, looking back at his book like he didn’t say anything. Angel continues to move towards the bayou, staring at the metal table on a strip of land. A chair next to it. “ You can go in there?”
“ Yes.” Alastor says plainly, eyes flicking back up to watch Angel over the book.
Angel moves over to the shift in the room, staring at the floor, where the softly ebbing water and wet grass meet the old rug and hardwood floors. “ Can I?”
“ I don’t see why not.” Alastor hums.
Angel snorts, “ It worries me ‘ya didn’t just say yeah. I get my ass stuck in there. Watch.” He thinks for a moment, looking at the cypress trees, “ I wonder if you took – whatever this is – away, your little problem would stop.” He says, poking the transparent, shiny barrier with his finger. It ripples slightly. “ Huh.”
“ Well, I am not going to do that.” Alastor grins, looking back down at his book, reading nothing again. It’s really just for show at this point. “ Would you want that? For my little ‘problem’ to go away?” He says sweetly.
“ I don’t.” Angel says quickly, a big smirk on his face. “ Want that.”
“ Mmm. You should try to go in.”
“ In there?” He points to the barrier.
“ Mmhmm.”
“ Will you get me out?” Angel laughs. “ Can you?”
Alastor closes his book with a thud, “ I can try.” He gently slides it on the table next to his half drank tea, careful to not push the tea over.
“ You would want to keep me? You like me that much?” Angel glances over his shoulder at Alastor.
“ Maybe.”
“ Well, I’ll just say, I wouldn’t mind being in here with you.” Angel whispers, pushing against the barrier to the bayou. He watches his hand move through the barrier, and he can already tell something is different. His eyes wide, mesmerized.
Alastor feels a shiver, through his body. Static all over as he watches Angel enter the bayou. His hand clenching the armrest. His thighs tense, stomach tight. He doesn’t think anyone’s ever gone over there before, let alone inside. It feels like Angel is somehow walking inside of him. He feels…vulnerable. Open. He swallows, eyes wide, anticipating. The sound of Angel’s shoes slapping the shallow water breaks him out of his thoughts. He licks his upper lip slowly, staring at Angel. His gloved hand is still gripping the armrest of his chair as the rest of him relaxes.
Angel gets hit with the balmy, wet air, the smell of the trees, rotting wet bark, moss and leaves, the sound of the fireflies buzzing. It was night time, but it was hot. Rushing water, but more as if there’s a little spot nearby where it’s falling over a rock back into itself. He gasps, he hasn’t felt anything but hell in so long, it feels weird to be…out? What was this place? How did Alastor do this? Was it him even doing this? He takes another step, and another, and then a hop over a tiny stream of water. His upper hands up, for balance as he steps carefully onto a little strip of land, moving towards the single dining table. One chair. There wasn’t anything else here. It looked endless, like it went on forever. Blurred at what seemed like its end.
“ How is it?” Alastor asks, curious, but it sounds kind of muffled to Angel, as if they were behind a solid wall talking to each other. It probably doesn’t help Alastor is completely on the other side of the room, let alone him being in possibly an entirely other dimension.
“ It’s weird.” Angel laughs, sitting on the table top, facing Alastor. His ankles crossing, his lower hands gripping the edge of the table. “ It feels like I’m…somewhere else. Obviously. I don’t know. Ha! It’s so humid though.” He says, pulling on the collar of his coat with an upper hand as he looks around. “ I might take this off…” He muses.
Alastor feels a wave of pleasure hit him, going right for his hips. Fuck. He breathes out carefully, slowly, looking away from Angel. He feels his horns grow slightly, pulling. His chest fluff puffing, tingling, as he watches Angel.
Angel notices Alastor’s calm demeanor is changing. His cunt clenches. He can’t wait. He smiles to himself, hooking a pink gloved finger into his mouth. Their eyes locked. Angel felt needed, wanted. Craved. He bites down on his glove, just the tip of one of his upper hand’s fingers, pulling it off with his teeth and dropping it to the grass below, keeping his eyes on Alastor as he keeps his tongue out for a second, flicking it back into his mouth.
Alastor shivers in his seat, sliding his hand off the arm rest, down his hip to his cock, pressing on it through his pants, making himself gasp. “ Fuck.” He says quietly, gritting his teeth.
Angel doesn’t really hear him, but he can see what he’s doing. “ We gonna do long distance, baby?” He teases, pulling off the other glove on his upper hand. His lower hands switched in tandem to pull his gloves off each hand, dropping them to the ground. “ I don’t mind, ya know, it’s kinda hot.” He laughs, “ But I don’t think that’s what you…need.” He breathes out slowly, yanking off his bow tie and tossing it to the ground, it landing on the edge of the water with a little splash.
Alastor takes a deep breath in through his nose, his nostrils flaring as he watches Angel on the table. He presses on his cock again, feeling the spit surge in his mouth. He’s hungry, and Angel’s sitting on his dining table…
Angel leans back on his lower hands, his upper hands begin working at his suit jacket, opening it slowly. Alastor shudders, seeing Angel’s lithe stomach, his full chest fluff. Angel slowly pulled the jacket off of just his upper shoulders with his upper hands, letting it hang off. His shoulders and collarbones bare as he gives a little wiggle, shuffling his jacket off to hang at his elbows. His upper hand moves up his chest slowly, carding through the longer hair, to his collarbone, tracing it to his shoulder and back towards his throat. Angel’s looking away from Alastor, purposely not meeting his gaze, looking nonchalant and cheeky as he teases him. Alastor feels himself about to start drooling, spit flooding his mouth. He swallows, trying to ground himself, pressing his tongue on the roof of his mouth. His foot tapping on the rug. Angel smirks, slowly spreading his legs apart, arching his back, his skirt stretching to dig into his thighs, making himself shudder knowing Alastor is staring. He’s making himself start to crack too.
“ Mmmm.” Alastor breathes out completely, trying to calm himself, biting his lower lip as Angel teases him. His eyes darted to Angel’s thighs and back at Angel’s face.
“ What cha waitin’ for, baby?” Angel shouts across the swamp, whining and high pitched. His porn star voice.
“ Don't do that voice, Angel.” Alastor scolds, shaking his head slowly.
“ ‘Cause you kinda like it?” Angel asks in his normal tone. “ And you won’t admit it.”
Alastor chuckles, hearty and deep, “ I do not like it.” He says seriously, “ And I will not admit to anything.” He grins.
“ Come ova’ here.” Angel says.
Alastor laughs, beginning to stand up from his chair, and Angel’s eyes go right for his crotch. Even from a different dimension and the distance between them, he can see that Alastor's already getting hard. Hard not to see with a dick like that. Angel swings his legs off the side of the table, grinning like an idiot, as Alastor moves towards the barrier. “ You look delicious, my dear.” Alastor says softly as he approaches the barrier.
“ You eat on this thing right?” Angel perking an eyebrow.
“ I do.” Alastor nods, untucking his shirt from his pants.
Angel practically interrupts him. “ Alone?”
“ Yes.” He answers just as quickly.
“ Mmm. You never invite –”
“ – Never.”
“ In here?”
“ No.”
Angel looks around again, humming, “ You eat dinner yet?” He tilts his head, smiling.
“ No, not yet.” Alastor says confidently, making Angel swoon. “ So I am…hungry.”
Angel shivers, perking an eyebrow.
Alastor begins unbuttoning his shirt, slowly stepping through the barrier. Angel takes a breath in, watching him saunter through. His chest puffed, his horns full, his crimson eyes sharp. Angel shuddered at his gaze, their eyes finally meeting again, his legs quaking with anticipation, spreading them wider as he arched his back. His skirt pulled up from his movements, exposing more of his inner thighs to Alastor. His heat clenches, feeling the slick building up inside of him. He already feels his cunt softening for Alastor. He will be more than ready to take him. “ Ahhh.” Angel moans sweetly, so softly it almost sounds like he’s exhaling. He goes to lick his lips, a string of spit slipping out of his mouth. He sucks it back in, loud and crude, as Alastor stands, his back to the barrier, staring at Angel from across the shallow stream and some puddles. They lock eyes, Alastor’s wide, with Angel’s half lidded.
Something makes the water ripple, a branch cracking in the distance, but even that can’t distract them.
Alastor’s nose twitches. The swampy water, the rotting wood, the balmy air. It’s hot tonight. Strange to be this hot at night in autumn. He breathes in, nostrils flaring. Angel’s perfume, faint, champagne, spun sugar and jasmine. The cigarette he smoked before he came up here. Angel’s slick. Heady, intoxicating and sweet. Alastor finishes unbuttoning his shirt, opening it, exposing his full, thickening chest fluff, his wiry torso, his ribs and hip bones visible but he didn’t look weak at all. Scars littered him, mostly on his front, nothing on his back. Angel assumed nobody could land a sneak attack on Alastor, they had to confront him head on to do damage. Kinda hot. Angel watches his chest heave, impressed with how much control Alastor has this time.
Alastor moves a hand up to his mouth to take off his gloves with his teeth, same as Angel, spitting them on the ground, uncaring where they end up. One of them splashing into the water. He spread his fingers apart, stretching his palms. His hands are entirely black, fading to his tan tone mid-forearm. He shrugs off his shirt with the same amount of care as his gloves, half of it landing in the swampy water nearby. “ You’re taunting me so much tonight, my dear.” He whispers harshly, the radio static to his voice, sharp.
“ Yeah.” Angel smiles, twisting around and swinging his legs up gracefully to get onto the dining table on his knees, spreading them apart. His back to Alastor. “ To be totally honest, I like to see how much I can push you.” Alastor watches carefully. “ I always have so much fun with ya, Alastor.” Angel winks, turning around slowly, his back to Alastor, peeking over his shoulder and tilting his head back. He rolls one of his shoulders towards himself, all four arms behind his back as he slowly wiggles off his jacket. He lets it fall, catching his jacket, attempting to toss it onto the chair nearby, but missing, one of the sleeves landing in the water with a little splash. “ Oops – whatever.” Angel huffs, his back still to Alastor.
Alastor is barely paying attention to Angel’s antics, but he is looking at his waist and hips. Alastor clenches and unclenches his hands, sucking in his spit again. He wants to touch Angel. His eyes widened, a small gasp with a full body shiver as Angel put his hands on the waistband of his skirt, slowly wiggling it off and over his ass, back of him still to Alastor. He pulls his legs together to get the skirt down to his knees, hitting the table top. His cute ass and the back of his thighs exposed to Alastor. Angel leans to bend forward slightly, arching is back, wiggling a little to tease Alastor. “ Fuck.” Alastor shudders, moving a hand to his own waistband.
“ Babe, you know, you can come over here.” Angel smiles over his shoulder, his lower hands sliding from his hips, around to his ass, giving himself a slap. The slap and Angel’s accenting laugh rang through the hot air. He stares at Alastor, whispering so softly. “ Don’t you want me?” He asks, whiny and desperate as he bends over more and more, painfully slow. Angel flaunts his asshole and his soft pink cunt to Alastor. Angel arched his back more, bending over more lewdly. His upper hands splayed out on the table, resting on his upper forearms, his cheek to the cool metal of the table, ass up in the air. His lower hands, running up and down the back of his thighs. He slowly spread his knees apart as much as his skirt would allow, spreading himself open. He trembles, feeling himself tighten and release, uncontrollably. Slick on the edge of just dripping out of him. His eyes roll back, he wants Alastor so badly. He whines, even though he meant to tease Alastor, he’s sending himself somewhere too. His nails dig into the back of his own thighs as he shivers again.
Alastor’s cock throbbed. Setting his jaw, he begins to move over, uncaring about the terrain. He steps through the shallow and less shallow water, sloshing and splashing his bare, hooved feet through. He gets to the table, Angel ready for him, open and waiting. No hesitation, he grabs Angel’s hips, yanking him closer, his knees scraping across the grooved and indented table top, almost at the edge of the table. Angel hisses, his upper hands gripping into the table. “ F-Fuck.” Angel whines, trembling in Alastor’s hold.
Alastor shoves his face into Angel’s cunt, licking up between his puffy lips, moaning loudly as he finally tastes Angel’s sweet slick on his tongue. “ Mmmm.” He growls into Angel’s cunt.
“ Ahhh!” Angel practically shouts, “ Y-Yes. Fuck.”
Alastor’s eyes roll, his nails digging into Angel’s hips, as he licks up towards Angel’s asshole with the full press of his long tongue to his hole, languid and teasing it with his tongue, pressing into the ring of muscle. Angel shivers hard, clenching all four of his hands. Alastor pulls back slightly, sucking the spit in his mouth. He slowly opens his mouth to roll his tongue out again, eyes excited, teeth bared as the drool drips off his tongue and onto Angel’s asshole. The smack of it hitting, and the sensation makes Angel moan, as he tries to shove against Alastor. He can barely move his hips and legs under Alastor’s hold. Angel trembles, feeling himself clench over and over again, craving to be filled by him.
Alastor watches intensely as his drool slides down to roll over Angel’s pussy, dripping onto the table under them. Alastor shivers, watching Angel flutter and tighten. He moves back in to kiss Angel’s cunt, gently, sweetly, shoving his tongue inside. Angel’s eyes go wide, as he sobs loudly, the digits of his fingers digging into the table top. “ Oh…baby…fuck yeah.” He gasps, as Alastor slides his tongue out of him and inside again, swirling aimlessly to taste and tease. Angel shoves back against him as best he can, whining loudly, wanting more. Alastor curves his tongue in, pulling it out of Angel slowly, Angel’s slick dripping off his tongue and onto the table again.
“ You taste so good.” Alastor whispers, pulling away slightly, eyes closed as he practically speaks into Angel’s cunt. “ You somehow…satiate my appetite. Unlike any lover I have ever had before Angel…my dear.” He says, licking between Angel’s lips again with a loud slurping sound, making Angel whine and gasp, “ And yet, somehow…I cannot stop craving you…” He praises, as he hears Angel sob again, “ I worry…that I will never have enough of you.” He says softly, shoving his tongue back inside of Angel, his fingernails digging in more to his hips, piercing Angel’s flesh and pulling, making Angel growl under him. Alastor’s eyes roll back as Angel clenches hard against his tongue.
Angel pants loudly, eyes unfocused and glazed over. His mind raced – jumping from the scratches on his hips, his face and knees pressed into the metal table, his fingers dug into the table, his skirt stretched against his legs. And at the forefront, Alastor tasting him, the musky smell of him, the feeling of his power, desire and intensity around him. Even in this strange place. Here, it felt like Alastor was completely surrounding him, as if he was inside of Alastor’s mind.
Alastor pulls off of him again, releasing his grip on Angel. “ Turn over.” He commands through gritted teeth.
“ Y-Yeah.” Angel gasps, swallowing loudly as he swings his hip to one side, a little wobbly from his skirt still being stuck around his legs. He sits on the table again scooting back a little away from the edge so he’s not falling off. He laughs at how uncoordinated he is suddenly. His hands sore, his hips pulsing, stinging. He swings his head back, leaning back on his upper arms, eyes closed, smiling as he enjoyed this blissed out feeling. The hot air, the leaves blowing, the moonlight. He feels Alastor begin to finish taking off his skirt, with his boots next to follow as he playfully swings his legs off the edge of the table. Angel smiles. He hears Alastor toss his skirt somewhere, a splash of water. Alastor actually took the time to set aside his boots near the chair. He knows how much Angel loves those boots. Angel opens his eyes slowly, looking at the moon peeking around the branches of the tree nearby. He lulls his head back up, looking at Alastor, who is standing between his spread legs.
Alastor grins wide, moving a hand to Angel’s stomach. Alastor slides his hand up slowly, making Angel exhale. Alastor can feel Angel tense under him. His hand cards through Angel’s chest fluff, spreading his fingers apart as he reaches Angel’s sternum. His middle finger sliding up to press on his throat. Angel watched Alastor intensely, relaxing his body, giving him permission for whatever Alastor wanted to do to him. Alastor stares at Angel’s body, eyes moving across him, as if he was calculating what he wanted to do. Eventually Alastor’s eyes meet Angel’s. Alastor in a flash, cups his hand around Angel’s throat. Angel flinches, gasping. He goes weak in Alastor’s hold, whining so sweetly and spreading his legs further apart as Alastor grips his throat. Angel’s fingers on his upper hands threaded through the cut out pattern on the metal table again as he attempted to keep himself upright. Alastor smells Angel’s slick in the air, the taste of it on his lips, in the back of his throat – feeling dizzy. He leans in close, kissing Angel on the mouth, keeping a hand on his throat, clenching just his finger tips.
Angel flicks his tongue against Alastor’s lips as they begin to sloppily kiss each other. Angel shudders as Alastor shoves his tongue in his mouth. He can taste the bittersweet flavor of himself on Alastor’s tongue. Angel’s eyes roll back, gasping desperately into their kiss. He rolls his hips, arching his back as he does. Angel grins as he presses his lower hands on Alastor’s stomach, reaching for his waistband to pull him closer to the table’s edge. Alastor feels Angel tense up, gasp wildly into their kiss. “ Oh yes. Fuck, choke me.” Angel demands, scratching at Alastor’s stomach, as he finally gets close enough to begin grinding on him. Alastor glares, gritting his teeth as he grips Angel’s neck a little more, yanking Angel towards him. Angel winces, flushed pink as he gasps loudly, despite being mildly choked, his upper hands resisted, still gripping into the table. Alastor begins to clench Angel’s throat a little tighter, making Angel begin to feel intoxicated and floaty. He breathes out so softly, leaning into his hold, licking his lips as he begins to drool, begging to be kissed again. Alastor moves back in, looming over to kiss him hard. Angel breathes into their kiss, stuttery and overwhelmed in the best way, his eyes rolling back. Angel bites at Alastor’s lower lip, breathing loudly and intensely. Kissing him again. “ Harder. Yes, baby, oh fuck…” Angel whines, trembling as he begins to pant loudly, rolling his hips towards Alastor, to get that friction again on his cunt. Alastor clenches his jaw, his body tightened and clenched as Angel whispers into his mouth, strained, “ I can’t wait for you ‘ta fuck me. I want you to give it all to me.”
Alastor licks a string of drool forming at the corner of Angel’s mouth, his thumb caressing Angel’s throat affectionately as he begins to loosen his grip slowly, but keeping his hand there. “ Oh, darling… I know.” Alastor whispers, smiling fondly at Angel, kissing him again. Angel softly whimpers, his mismatched eyes, hazy and unfocused while his cunt clenched tight. Alastor’s hand slides up to underneath Angel’s jaw bone, kissing Angel again, chaste and sweet. “ You are so good, my dear.” Alastor whispers into their kiss. “ I can not wait to…to be closer to you…”
Angel whines, kissing him, his lower hand attempting to slide into Alastor’s waist band. Alastor kisses Angel again, biting Angel’s lip as they continue to kiss, their tongues clashing. Alastor leans into Angel, his hands shoving Angel’s hand away, a hand to his own waistband to take his pants off, breathy moans between them as he shoves at his pants. Angel grabs at his waistband with his other hand as Alastor tries to step back, “ Wait…” He whines. shoving his tongue into Alastor’s mouth, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Angel arches his back to press his chest and stomach against Alastor too. His fingers release the table as he sits up properly, wiggling as close as he can to the end of the table to press more of himself against Alastor. Alastor growls, separating from Angel stepping back a little to get his pants off. Angel shudders, letting him go begrudgingly wanting them to touch again so badly. “ Fine…” He pouts, but takes this chance to watch Alastor finish undressing.
“ Angel…” Alastor growls, as he shoves his pants away. Smacking the water behind them loudly. His arm muscles taut. He rolls his shoulders, stretching. His whole body feels tense. Angel doesn’t flinch this time. They stare at each other, Alastor stepping back towards Angel’s spread legs.
The heat, the night, the moon, the fireflies. Both of them finally naked in front of each other. In this strange place. Angel moves to stand up off the table, his bare feet touching the damp grass under them. He hesitates, “ It feels so weird. Everything is wet.” He laughs sweetly. “ Is this where you lived before?” He puts a hand on Alastor’s chest, genuinely asking.
Alastor stiffens, staying quiet for a moment. Angel hesitates, the air around them shifting. As if he shouldn’t have asked. Angel clenches his fist on Alastor’s puffed chest. “...Sort of.” Alastor says quietly.
Angel pauses, looking at his strange expression. Alastor instantly looks away, taking a shallow breath. Angel begins feeling strange himself. Like the air is starting to shift in a bad way…
“ It’s…um, so pretty here.” Angel whispers, so softly, opening his hand again and running it through Alastor’s thick chest fluff. He leans forward, kissing his jawline, lining up their bodies to press against each other. “ Thanks for…letting me in here.” He feels Alastor relax a little. Angel breathes against his neck, “ I know it’s a lot for you, huh?” He whispers, giving him another kiss. “ You don’t do this with just anyone. To let somebody this close to you. It can be scary, right?” Alastor takes a deep breath in and out through his nose. Angel leans back slightly for their eyes to meet again, and Alastor looks tense still, but it doesn’t feel as menacing as it did. He meets Angel’s gaze, his jaw tight. “ You don’t scare me though.” Angel moves his hand on Alastor’s chest down Alastor’s stomach, his eyes staying locked with Alastor’s. He gasps, trembling as his hand gets down to Alastor’s sizable cock, his lower fingers lightly teasing the underside. It’s thick, heavy and full, with a beautiful texture and a pointed head.
Alastor slides his hands around Angel’s waist, arms wrapped around him, holding him tight to him, making Angel whine. “ You are so good to me...” Alastor says affectionately, teeth gritted together as they press against each other. Angel flushed pink, feeling Alastor’s chest against his, his cock pressing into his hip. An upper hand moves up to Alastor’s face. Angel runs his fingers through Alastor’s hair. Alastor leans in to kiss him… “ You are beautiful.” Alastor whispers, the radio static to his voice, uneven – as if he was cutting out.
“ So are you. I think it’s the moonlight, huh?” Angel laughs quietly against his face, kissing him softly. “ Please. Alastor…let me have all of you.” Angel moves a little lower to kiss his neck. His upper hand moves off his face to Alastor’s shoulder and collarbone, still keeping each other close. Angel moves a lower hand to touch his erect cock, almost petting it softly, as he kisses Alastor’s neck, “ I want you to give me everythin’.”
Alastor moans loudly at Angel, clenching Angel in his arms, keeping them close. Angel breathes hot against his neck, but it almost cools off instantly with how warm the air is outside. Angel bites down on Alastor’s neck, gripping his cock as he does. Giving him a long stroke, from base to head. Angel can feel the firmness from his knot beginning to form as he slides his hand back down to the base again. Alastor hisses, his hands moving to Angel’s hips, making Angel moan loudly, thrusting his hips, arching into Alastor’s hold. “ My dear, I want— I need you…” Alastor growls, loudly, begging.
“ Okay, okay. Yes. Yes. Yeah.” Angel reassures him, kissing his neck over and over again anyway. His lower hand gave him another stroke, making Alastor shudder against him, and then letting go. They adjust to stare at each other for a moment, in their hug, but trying to still have as much contact as possible. Angel’s upper hand gently moved over some of Alastor’s raised scars on his chest. “ You can’t hurt me. Remember that.” Angel stares at him, “ I can handle it.”
“ I know. I know.” He reassures Angel, giving him another kiss on the mouth. “ That is why you are so good.” Alastor praises, nuzzling against Angel’s face as they kiss. Alastor’s stare suddenly hardens, his hands shoving through their hold, to grab Angel under his upper arms, lifting him up off the ground. Angel gasps in surprise, his upper hands on Alastor’s shoulders, wrapping his legs around Alastor’s middle. Alastor moves them away from the table, carefully walking both of them, carrying Angel with him as if he weighed nothing, towards a cypress tree behind them. Half of its roots are flowing into the swampy water. He sloshes through a bit of shallow water, splashing, uncaring as he carries Angel across.
Angel feels his back hit the tree, the loose bark and the uneven grooves of the trunk digging in. He winces, sucking his teeth. He feels Alastor’s hand grip his hip and stomach, keeping his upper body tight to the tree, using the tree as leverage to keep him upright and suspended in the air. Alastor kisses Angel hard, making the back of his head hit the tree. Angel wiggles his hips in Alastor’s hold to adjust himself, feeling Alastor’s cock rub against his ass. His legs spread around him, criss-crossed behind Alastor’s back for more support. He hisses, biting Alastor’s lower lip in revenge and pulling it until it snaps out of his mouth. Alastor glares at Angel, taking a deep breath, while Angel gives him a cheeky look. Daring him to do something about it.
Alastor leans back in, biting Angel’s lower lip back, digging his fingernails into Angel’s soft stomach to keep him propped up against the tree as his free hand wiggles between his hips and Angel’s spread legs. Angel’s eyes widened as Alastor’s fingers began to caress Angel’s swollen, perked clit, making his legs tense around Alastor’s middle. “ Ahhh, fuck.” Angel whines, arching his back away from the tree. But Alastor pushes back, pressing Angel’s full back against the tree, keeping his fingers teasing as he kisses Angel softly, moving to kiss and bite Angel’s neck.
“ I remember one time…” Alastor whispered against his neck, perking an eyebrow curiously, “ Hmm...I wonder if I can make you do it again.”
Angel gasped, eyes widened, remembering what he was referencing. “ Holy shit.”
“ Yes…” Alastor hummed, assured as he looked into Angel’s mismatched eyes, continuing his pace on Angel’s clit, feeling Angel shudder – hard. “ I’m going to make you do it again.”
“ Good.” Angel gasped, “ But you’re not making me do anything. I’ll always come for you.” He spits, perking an eyebrow.
Alastor sucks his teeth, working at Angel’s clit, watching his eyes glaze over. “ I suppose now…” He tilts his head, pretending to think, “...I must beg you to give it to me .” He says, grinning wide.
“ Ahhhh.” Angel whines, shaking as his clit continues to swell and pulse, Alastor’s fingertip teasing the sensitive nerves. “ Yes, oh fuck, oh…Alastor…” Angel whines, squeezing his legs again. “ Ahh, yes, yes yes.” He begs, Alastor keeping up his rhythm, watching Angel’s face change, his eyes rolling back, his chest flushed. Angel shakes, his legs twitching, his lower hands digging into the tree bark, “ A-Alastor…fuck…yes.”
“ Angel…” Alastor growls, unrelenting on his pace, watching Angel expectantly. “ Darling. I want you to come for me.” He whispers, commanding. Angel looks desperate, whining loudly. He tilts his head up, whining loudly, eyes shut tight as the heat builds up.
“ Oh, oh, holy fuck, yes…” Angel sobs, beginning to release, squirting his orgasm between him and Alastor, his release trickling down between where their bodies met onto the grass under them. “ Fuck.” Angel sobs softly, his throat tight, his cunt opening wide and clenching tight as he comes with nothing inside of him. Alastor keeps up his rhythm on Angel’s swelled, twitching clit but breathing deep at the smell of Angel’s slick squirting between them, his stomach and hips wet with Angel’s orgasm. Some of it dripping down to the base of his cock, his forming knot, Angel’s orgasm dripping off of it.
“ Y-Yes…I cannot wait to fuck you.” Alastor growls, satisfied.
Angel, hazy and flushed, “ Then do it.” He says, tilting his head back down to stare at Alastor with a big spent grin, clenching to squirt a little more. “ Stop waitin’.” He hisses. “ I’ve been begging ya for it.” Alastor grins at him, gripping Angel’s thighs hard so he releases his hold. Alastor catches Angel to help him balance as he stands upright. Alastor grips Angel’s shoulder, spinning him around to press his front against the tree. His open palm on Angel’s back, “ Ahh!” Angel moans at the pressure, at Alastor’s strength and speed, but even still he’s arching his hips back towards Alastor.
Alastor relaxes his hand on Angel’s back mo, moving to grab Angel’s hips, pulling his ass towards him, giving him a hard slap, making Angel gasp and wince. Angel digs his fingers on his upper hands into the tree. His lower hands slide along his waist and down his hips to hold onto Alastor’s hands. “ Angel…” He hisses, sliding his pulsing cock between Angel’s ass cheeks, making his legs weak.
“ Please…fuck! Are you just punishin’ me for teasin’ earlier?” Angel whines against the tree trunk, arching his back more, squeezing Alastor’s hands in his lower hands, the scratches on his hips from earlier, burning. “ You said you were going to fuck me.” He says pointedly, glaring.
Alastor releases one hand, grabbing the base of his cock, making himself dizzy, as he feels the tension of his knot forming. He gasped loudly, leaning in. “ Oh, darling.” Alastor hisses as he leans forward to kiss Angel’s back, “ I’m going to.” He growls, standing upright again to look down at the delicious curve of Angel’s body. Angel whining and whimpering, shoved up against the tree, legs spread, back arched. Alastor begins to guide his cockhead to push inside of Angel’s open, ready cunt.
Alastor slowly begins to press into Angel, rolling his hips to pump into him, digging his feet into the grass under them. “ Ohhhh.” Angel breathes out. Alastor thrusts, keeping a hold on Angel’s hips, sliding his cock in slowly. Angel’s legs tremble as he sobs. Alastor becomes almost fully sheathed, his slowly forming knot pressing against Angel’s opening. He thrusts, pressing it in easily, but Angel can tell it was inside of him as he feels Alastor’s hips against his ass and a little bit of a stronger stretch at his opening. His clit throbs, his cunt pulses, his eyes roll, as he feels Alastor pull out of him again. “ Ahhh! Yes. Yes. Please. Oh fuck.” Angel throws his head back as Alastor begins to slide inside of him so slowly again, the textures of Alastor’s cock catching and flicking against his tight entrance as he slides in. Angel breathes in and out of his mouth loudly, his only focus is Alastor entering him. His fingers digging into the tree. Both of them moaning, whining and gasping. Alastor feels himself stretch out Angel, while Angel feels the pressure of Alastor pushing inside of him. The wonderful stretch of his width, despite how wet Angel was already from his orgasm. “ F-Fuck. Holy shit yes.” Angel begs. “ What the fuck?” He whined, arching his hips up. “ Yes, yes, yes.” He says, almost sounding amazed as he spreads his legs further apart.
Alastor slides back out and then back in again about halfway, thrusting up slightly, beginning to fuck up into Angel before he’s even inside all the way. Angel gasps, whimpering, as Alastor pushes in a little more, thrusts a couple times and pulls back out. Angel tightens his heat, involuntarily, squeezing at Alastor’s cock as he enters him again. Alastor pulls back just a little to thrust back about half way into Angel again. Alastor feels himself begin to really swell at his base, even from just how wet and soft Angel feels against him. As he begins to push himself inside further, he feels Angel’s legs tremble again. His knees buckling, his grip on the tree keeping him upright. “ Ahhh.” Alastor moans, growling, deep and wanting.
“ Baby, baby, please…” Angel whines. “ Please.”
Alastor growls loudly, shoving himself inside of Angel’s heat with a delicious, wet smacking sound. His hips slapping against Angel’s ass, his knot pushing against Angel’s opening, barely spreading him open. “ Oh fuck.” Alastor says softly. He wants to push himself in, but he wants to fuck Angel more. He bites his lip, clenching Angel’s hips as he considers his options. His eyes narrowed.
Angel’s entire body shudders, vision blurry. “ More, please.” He begs. Alastor grins sweetly, pulling out almost entirely, making Angel sob. He thrusts his cock back in. He gets a rhythm going, his hands digging into Angel, holding him tight as he begins to push Angel forward and back onto his cock, teasing him and watching as his cock slid in and out, wet with Angel’s slick. Angel whined at a pointed thrust, scratching at the bark of the tree as he felt the pressure of Alastor’s knot press against him again. “ Baby…yes, fuck.”
He holds himself there, feeling Angel clench and flutter against his knot, tight at the base of his shaft. Angel cries loudly, his fingers aching from digging into the bark. Alastor hissed as he pulled back out again, pulling his cock almost completely out making Angel shudder before he thrusts back in all the way, and Angel clenches when he feels the pressure of Alastor’s knot pressing against his opening again. His eyes roll back, gasping loudly, his chest hurting. Alastor pulls out just enough, biting his lip as he does. He pushes back in slapping his knot against Angel’s cunt again and pulls out of Angel completely in one fluid motion of his hips, careful to keep Angel balanced as he leaves him empty. “ Angel.” He says, pulling Angel backwards to stand up right off the tree, Angel’s back against his chest. Angel’s slick dripping off his cock.
“ Huh?” Angel says hazy, hardly realizing he’s upright, catching his breath.
Alastor kisses the back of his neck, “ Lay down.” He commands, even though he’s helping Angel. Alastor turns him around slowly to face him, holding Angel’s hands as he lays down on the ground under the tree, near a divot of split roots. Angel shivers at the cool, damp grass touching his back, as Alastor releases him, making sure he’s comfortable. Alastor lays on top of him between Angel’s spread legs, carefully. Angel wraps his arms around his neck and shoulders, his lower hands caressing Alastor’s taut stomach. He leans up to kiss his face, “ I can’t wait…” Angel whispers, squeezing his arms around Alastor.
Alastor puts his hands on either side of the ground next to Angel’s shoulders, kissing him back. Both of them move their hips around, feeling for each other’s heat. Angel laughs, and then immediately stops laughing as he feels Alastor’s cockhead align with him, moving back in for another kiss. Slowly, with purpose, Alastor enters him again. Angel shudders, making angry little grunts at how slow Alastor is going. Alastor kisses his neck, “ Is that more comfortable for you, darling?” Alastor whispers, pumping up into Angel with a little jolt of his hips.
“ Y-Yeah.” He swoons. Alastor kisses Angel’s face gently, but his eyes sharpen as he pulls himself slowly out of Angel again, his hands clenching the ground, his nails digging in. He slowly glides himself back in and Angel bites his own lip, shutting his eyes tight, feeling every bit of Alastor’s cock spreading him open again. He gasps loudly, feeling the knot hit against his entrance. “ Oh, oh…” He shudders hard, uncontrollably. “ B-Baby. Yes.”
“ Fuck, Angel…” Alastor hisses, Angel sobs and whines as he picks up his pace. The sound of their bodies smacking against each other, his balls slapping Angel’s ass, the wet pull of their building slick. Alastor’s snarls and growls, dripping drool onto Angel’s neck and chest, while Angel gasps, soft and puffy, his eyes up to the sky above them. The moon was so bright. The air is hot and wet. The damp, cold grass under them, the loose, dying leaves, Alastor’s feet digging into the dirt under them, the tree allowing the moonlight to shine through the branches above them as they fucked. Fireflies flitting aimlessly above them.
Angel digs his heels into the wet ground, beginning to ride Alastor from underneath, making Alastor’s arms almost give out. “ Fuck!” Alastor shouts, a little staticy undertone to his voice. His eyes roll back, feeling Angel slide up and down his cock. Angel tilts his hips down, making them both moan at the slightly different sensation.
Alastor leans up slightly on his arms to look down at Angel, his longer bangs curtaining his face, eyes bright and crimson. Angel scratches into Alastor’s shoulders, rolling his hips to get another stroke of Alastor’s cock, watching Alastor’s face change to something blissful. Angel does it again, arching his back up, heels anchoring him as he slides up and down Alastor’s cock, his thighs tense. Alastor catches Angel’s rhythm begins simply fucking Angel right back, but harder and faster than Angel can do from underneath so Angel concedes, letting Alastor fuck him into the ground.
“ Get it baby…” Angel whispers hot against his face as he moves a hand from Alastor’s shoulder to grip up into his hair. Alastor presses his body weight down against Angel suddenly. Angel gasps, loving the feeling of the weight of him anyway so he submits. “ Alastor…” Angel whines. Alastor slides his cock in again slowly, Angel spreading his legs around him, relaxing his feet, feeling a delicious stretch in his hips. Alastor grins, furious, his feet and claws digging into the ground around them. The knot pressed against Angel’s heat, beginning to spread Angel open. “ Oh fuck!” Angel gasps at the pressure, the tight muscle at his opening resisting Alastor’s swollen knot. It slowly begins to push past, both of them focused and breathing shallow. Alastor pauses for a moment, keeping Angel spread open. “ Fuck yes.” Angel breathes out, his eyes glazing over again.
Alastor’s hands clench, his teeth gritted, as he pushes his hips forward. Angel’s hot, wet cunt squeezing around Alastor’s knot. The intense flicking of Alastor’s textured cock rubbing against Angel’s walls. Alastor heaving with Angel sobbing under him. He thrusts again, making his knot finally pop inside, slick squishing out of Angel and onto the grass as it plugs up his heat. Alastor gasping loudly as he feels the pressure of Angel’s cunt around his thick, swollen knot. Both throbbing against each other as they settle into being stuck together. “ Oh…shit.” Alastor hisses. “ Fuck!”
“ Ahhh!” Angel shouts, squeezing around it.
“ I’m…” Alastor whispers, staring at Angel, wide-eyed.
“ Please.” Angel practically cries. He feels Alastor hesitate. “ I want you…” He whispers.
The two of them gasped against each other. “ Oh…fuck.” Alastor grunts, attempting to pull out, more for curiosity, but he’s met with resistance. He thrusts with it, pushing against Angel, listening to him gasp and moan. He feels dizzy, spit surging in his mouth, his orgasm peaking. Angel clenched hard and quickly relaxed, fluttering over and over again as he accepted Alastor’s connection. Alastor’s knot pulsing, swollen inside of him. Both of them locking onto each other.
Angel feels so stretched and full. He tries to catch his breath, whining sweetly under Alastor, feeling some relief now that they’re connected in this way. “ Alastor…” He sobs, clenching all four of his hands.
“ Fuck, Angel.” Alastor growled through his teeth, eyes bright. “ Angel…” He leans in to kiss Angel. Angel arched into him, kissing him back. Their tongues met as they both moaned and growled into each other, kissing deeply. Alastor took one hand off the ground to slide it along Angel’s slide, smearing some dirt on him as Angel arched into his touch. Alastor thrusted again, as much as he could move despite being stuck.
“ F-Fuck, keep fucking me.” Angel whispers, as Alastor continues to thrust as best he can, his knot throbbing against Angel’s tight opening. Angel’s hands all over him, scratching and digging into Alastor, making him writhe against him. Angel’s slick built up creating a delicious pull. Angel clenches again, pushing his slick against Alastor’s knot, squeezing his cock tight with that intoxicating pressure.
“ I’m…I’m going to…” Alastor growls. Angel whined, feeling Alastor begin to swell further, stretching Angel. He starts to look desperate as he shivers, bracing himself. Angel feels almost high as Alastor begins to cum inside of him. The hot sensation of being filled up, the knot holding fast against not only Angel’s slick but now Alastor’s cum. Alastor’s balls tight to him, pulsing against Angel’s ass as he pumped into him. Angel runs his hands through Alastor’s hair, as he feels him release, shuddering and gasping against each other.
“ Yes…” Angel says, soothing him. “ Give it all to me.” He whines, feeling himself begin to reach his peak as well, releasing more of his own slick as they begin to orgasm together. Angel’s eyes roll back, his back arching up against Alastor, their stomachs and chests meeting, as both of them fill him up. “ F-Fuck yeah.” He whines at the pressure of Alastor’s cock, the fullness of the knot when he clenches, how full and hot he feels inside.
“ D-Darling…” Alastor growls, the hot, sweet, sticky feeling of their fluids mixing inside of Angel was overwhelming. He tried to fuck up into Angel, but Angel was squeezing him so tight and his knot was so full, they could both barely move against each other at all. Angel clenched against him, making him shiver – hard. “ Fuck.” He spits, his eyes shut tight. His fingers clawing into the ground on either side of Angel. Alastor begins to breathe heavily, his chest expanding. His sternum hurts from the pressure. His eyes wide and wild, tail perked, muscles tight all over. He slides his tongue along his teeth, his eyes rolling back. “ F-Fuck.” He thrusts against Angel again, making his head spin. “ I love that you do this for me….” He growls, a string of drool dripping onto Angel’s shoulder.
Angel breathing against him, his upper hand moving to play with the shorter hair at the base of Alastor’s neck, “ I’m happy to give you whatever you need.” He whispers between kisses, feeling Alastor’s chest expand against him and he thrusts again inside of Angel, hearing him gasp so sweetly against his neck. Alastor’s eyes widened, he wanted to tear Angel apart… keep him in here with him…
“ Relax, baby.” He whispers so softly between kisses, as he continues stroking his hair. Angel begins to switch gears, gently letting Alastor calm down on his own. He can tell Alastor is getting riled up. His hand moved up the back of Alastor’s head to massage the back of one of Alastor’s ears, kissing his face as Alastor continued to breathe heavily. “ Baby, baby, relax. It’s okay, I’m here…”
“ A-Angel…” Alastor breathes out, his hands gripping the grass under them, fistfuls of dirt, his eyes unfocused, darting around. He arches his back up, looking up at the sky, how bright the moon is. Angel’s hands slowly, carefully released him as he did this. Alastor’s jaw is tight and set as he stares up at the sky, teeth bared. Drool pooling at the corner of his mouth. The X on his forehead flickering, appearing and reappearing. He thrusts again into Angel as he continues to try to stay calm, his lower hands rubbing Alastor’s taut stomach. He feels a tight stretch where they’re connected, as if Alastor’s forgetting they’re stuck together.
“ Shhhh…I know, I know baby…just lay on top of me.” He says, reassuring him. Alastor breathes in and out, his nostrils flaring. He looks back down at Angel. Angel is flushed pink, looking longingly at him. He continues to stare at Angel, almost confused, unsure…as if he wasn’t expecting him to be here. Angel looks confused for a second, his eyes focused on the ‘X’ on his forehead, noticing it as quickly as it disappeared. Alastor’s throat feels tight. He releases his grip on the ground, his hands dirty and wet. Long lines dug into the dirt near his feet from him digging in. He begins to move back down to lay entirely on top of Angel again. Angel’s breathing is even, breathy, soft. Alastor attempts to follow suit. His breaths sounded like it hurt him to intake, painful and loud. Breathing through his gritted teeth. Angel kissed his face, his upper hands welcoming him back, while his lower hands massaged his hips and his tail gently. “ It’s alright. I’m here.” He whispers, “ It’s okay.”
Angel does this every time, even the very first time, helping him come down from whatever this was. It’s like when he was rubbing his forehead earlier, kissing him. He’s embarrassed even still, even locked together so intimately. But he also believes that Angel doesn’t mind, that he doesn’t judge him. And even when he did open up this way, he felt a little satisfied that Angel is still a bit scared of him. “ A-Angel…” He growls, leaning into the kisses.
“ Alastor, you have to calm down, even a little bit.” Angel whispers, continuing to touch him, gently.
“ D-did I hurt y-you?” He gasps.
“ No.” Angel reassures him, his hands sliding up into his hair, scratching the back of both of his ears in tandem. “ I’m okay.” He feels Alastor’s cock twitch inside of him, no sign of a decrease in swelling. They would probably be here a while.
Alastor takes a breath in and out. Closing his eyes. He begins limb by limb focusing to relax. He slowly rests his head on Angel’s chest, cheek to chest, listening to Angel’s breathing and trying to keep up the same pattern. Connecting in another way. They lay there together for a few moments, calming down with each other. Angel moans softly against Alastor’s head.
Alastor’s eyes flutter open for a second, and he sees just the bayou. The cattails blowing in the sudden gust of wind, tilting, being pushed. Some more leaves falling from the trees like confetti around them. The water rippled. Something else moved, debris shifting in the water, getting pushed up on the tree roots. The hot breeze was being cooled off by the water nearby as it hit Alastor’s face. A firefly’s glow in his peripheral. His ears twitch at the water splashing. Hands in his hair. Petting him. He feels at home…
“ Angel…?” Alastor whispers, shaky.
“ You have to calm down.” He whispers again.
“ Angel?” He whispers, sounding even more uneven, but this time he sounds like he’s trying to get Angel’s attention, but he doesn’t move. He can’t.
“ I’m here.” He assures him, feeling one of Alastor’s hands, dirty and cold, slide up to press on his chest next to his own face. Angel remains calm, letting Alastor touch him however he needs.
“ I died here.” He says quietly, stuttering.
Angel breathes in and out slowly, looking up at the sky above them, Alastor buried in his chest. His eyes followed some fireflies out of his view. His upper hands are still in Alastor’s hair, his fingers still mindlessly rubbing at his scalp near his horns. Alastor’s other wet, dirty hand moves to clench one of Angel’s lower hands, as he trembled on top of him. Lacing their fingers together and squeezing tight.
“...I…kinda figured.” Angel whispers. “ You don’t have to say anything else.” He says, staring at the tree branches above them. “ I know how you feel. I…was alone too…” He confesses.
Alastor shuddered again against Angel, a sob so deep and so loud it sounded like it was erupting from his chest. Angel felt it in his chest as he wailed against him.
Angel assumed he was crying, but didn’t look down to see if he was…