Yeah... easy his sweet ass. Watching Niffty do all the voodoo hoodoo shit to get the damn thing to open, no way he would be able to get in without help. There goes any thoughts of surprising Al with any late night visits. Probably for the best... Would give him too much power.
"Thank you dear~" Angel chirped as he followed in after.
Just like he suspected, the deer was still out on his ass. Even then, Angel walked up to his bed side, placing the tray on the nightstand. Hm, what to do? He hated the thought of trying to wake him. He looked so peaceful. Maybe help him out napping? Yeah, that sounded like the best course of action cause he was so fucking thoughtful. Not caring that Niffty was still in the room, the spider lifted the blankets to crawl under them to join Alastor. As carefully as he could so not to wake miss sleeping cutey, he slipped in front of Alastor so that they were face to face, or rather... face to tits in the deer's case. But this position made it easy for Angel to gently hold Al in his arms and be a demon body pillow.
"Lock the door when you leave." Angel whispered over to Niffty.
"Okie dokie!" she sang as she finished her work and headed for the door. "Can you get out okay?"
After all, he might not want to be locked in for God-knew-how-long with Alastor sleeping as heavily as he was now.
Meanwhile Alastor's dream had shifted. He was no longer curled up in his old bed in his little hut in the bayou. Instead, he was lounging on a cloud, watching the world go by beneath him.
Get out? Why would he want to get out? He was inside with his prize. He was golden.
"Don't worry about me." Angel casually waving her off. "If you don't see me in a few hours, then you can come check. But if you see a bowtie on the door... Do not knock~"
Angel flashed a toothy grin at her. Not like he was expecting anything but... you know. Don't count anything out just yet. Leave that possibility open. Hell is a crazy place. But now Angel was getting himself all snug and cozy against Alastor not knowing how long this was going to take. Maybe he could get in a few winks himself. He did wake up early just to cook for him after all. Giving Alastor the whole VIP treatment~ Well... almost. Angel was certain that the deer wouldn't have taken kindly to a morning blowjob to wake him up... Letting out a content sigh, Angel went and closed his eyes.
Niffty giggled before snapping a quick picture with her phone. Then she left, locking the door behind her.
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Alastor stirred about two hours later. As much as he would've liked to stay in such a pleasant dream (who knew when he'd get another one?), he was actually feeling re-energized. Funny what a bit of proper rest could do.
He yawned, ears flattening back as his mouth stretched open. His teeth were on full display. He then started to stretch, his claws extended. Ooh, that felt good...
His brain wasn't fully awake yet, so the strange fluffy pillow hadn't registered yet. Though Angel might want to wake up before he ended up getting poked by Alastor's claws.
Movement next to Angel caused him to stir. How long was he out for? He didn't know that he was that worn out himself but damn, he must have been to peace out like that. But before he could check the time the spider could feel a hand on his chest, Alastor's hand. Oh my my Al you per-?! Suddenly the hand tightened and Angel's whole body flinched as he felt the start of something sharp digging into his soft fluff. This might have been kinky if he was expecting but, he was not and Angel let out a surprise yelp as he quickly removed the deer's clawed hand off his chest. Well that woke Angel right up. But he stayed firmly planted in bed next to Al as he returned to the land of the living.
"Careful with the merchandise hun. I don't mind rough play, but ask first." Angel joked as he reached out to brush away Alastor's hair.
"Huh?" There was a bit of a Southern drawl in the word. He blinked uncomprehendingly at the spider.
3...2...1...
A sudden unholy screech of microphone feedback filled the room as Alastor teleported off of Angel. He reappeared at the foot of the bed in a housecoat.
"Angel, why did you -- How did you -- "
He was so thrown off, he couldn't even form a proper question.
Oh someone was back in high spirits. Seeing Alastor act closer to normal reassured the spider that he was feeling worlds better than the day before. Sitting up himself, he pulled the covers off so the radio demon could get a proper eyeful of his little ensemble he put on just for him. It had shifted a bit as the pair slept so as Angel stood up, he had to readjust the skirt that was riding up to flash a bit of black lace.
"What? I told ya I was coming back to check up on you. Did you forget?" Angel conveniently left out that Niffty let him in, but Alastor could probably guess. Turning around, Angel clicked his tongue looking down at the food he brought. It was all painfully cold by now. "Shit, sorry Al. I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed but all the food I made is stone cold now."
Angel blinked, peering over his shoulder at Alastor. "You can do that? Man, your magic is something wild."
Picking up the tray, Angel spun around to show the contents to him, a little bit sheepish. There was a cold cup of black coffee and two other small plates. One had a bowl of oatmeal that was now one gelatinous lump at the bottom and was topped with brightly colored fruits. And the second plate have a homemade cornetto dusted with power sugar, which sadly... was cold too.
"It ain't nothing special. Not sure if its worth wastin' you strength over." Angel shrugged. "But the cornetto was my Nonna's recipe. Its been a while since I baked so I don't know how well it turned out anyways."
"Nothing special? Ha! A home-cooked meal is always special!"
Alastor snapped his fingers, and little flames began swirling about the different bits of crockery. However, the flames didn't burn either the food or the spider holding the tray. Very fine control. A trick that had taken weeks to perfect.
Alastor hummed as he waited for his food to heat.
"Besides, it'd be a crime to waste such a feast! And I'd hate to for your Nonna to find out and get on her bad side!"
Angel watched the magic dance across the tray he held, his eyes narrowing a bit. Fucking show off. It was rather unfair how the powers were passed out to the sinners down here. Not everyone was lucky to receive god-like powers. If you wanted to call it luck.
"When you put it that way Al, I wouldn't want to see my Nonna take a wooden spoon to your ass. That's my job." Angel smirked as he pivoted to put the tray back on the nightstand, letting the magic do its thing. Once safely stowed away, the spider took a few steps towards Alastor. Reaching out to tug the drawstring of his night coat, Angel pulled their hips snuggly together giving him a flirty gaze. "While we wait, how about you let me take a peek at that bandage~?"
Alastor's ears twitched as he flushed bright red at the close contact. "I suppose I have little choice in the matter, do I?"
Oh, this was going to be so awkward. (Also, Angel, you did not want to make the Deal Alastor did to attain such power. The repercussions of possessing such power were even worse than the stated cost.)
He slowly undid his house robe. The bandages were a bit red, true, but the blood wasn't fresh. That was a good sign. They'd still need to be changed, of course, but the fact that it wasn't constantly bleeding meant it was already starting to heal.
Angel lets out a long whistle seeing how bloody they got over the course of the night. But it looked like they had stopped bleeding, so that was a good sign. Man, Alastor was messed up and he was already healing. Sometimes when the deer flushed and sputtered it was easy to forget how powerful he was.
"Still looks a bit nasty. Okay babe, get that ass on the bed. I'll be right back." Angel gave the deer a playful smack right on Al's left ass cheek before disappearing into the bathroom.
Like the night previous the host could hear the rattle of bottles and the hiss of running water. It wasn't long before his nurse came out carrying supplies in all six of his hands. Bowls, clean towels, rolls of gauze, little brown glass bottles... Everything he would need to clean up and redo the wrap. Pulling up a chair, Angel plopped himself down.
"Assume the position Al." Angel motioned for him to put his arms up on his shoulders.
Alastor yelped at the smack to his rear end. He narrowed his eyes, grin tightening with warning. However, he reined in his temper. Now was not the time.
He sat back down on the bed as he waited for Angel to gather what he needed. Then the spider was back, telling him to "assume the position". It took him a moment to realize what Angel had meant.
He tentatively reached out and placed his arms on Angel's shoulders. Ooh, this was not going to feel good coming off. He could tell.
What was under the bandage wasn't pleasant. Some pus had oozed out in the beginning but it was largely covered up by blood now. At least it didn't have too much of a smell of illness now. It had certainly improved by leaps and bounds over the past several hours.
On the cleared space of the nightstand, Angel placed his supplies a go ways away from the food tray and his third set of arms melted back into his sides. Then he snapped on some gloves to begin the process of redressing the wounds. Pulling out a pair of silver scissors from the empty bowl, Angel cut up the front of the bandage to make it easier to remove. With all the dried blood he tried the best he could not to cause Alastor took much pain as he gingerly peeled it off. It was nasty work, but the porn star just hummed a light hearted tune to himself tossing the soiled gauze into a bowl. Once everything was cleared away Angel got a good look at the injury. Damn, still looked really bad but he could see the improvements already.
Nodding his himself, he cleaned the area with warm water, just to mop up all that dried blood turning the water rusty. Making quick word of it, the last step was placing the disinfection gauze pads on the open wounds. Again he first wrapped a wad around his hands and soaked it with the contains of the little brown bottle. Holding them in place, once again Al's little nurse started to wrap him back up. Just like before, with each pass of the roll of gauze around the back, Angel's chest fluff would press up against his bare skin. Only this time Angel was well aware of it and it seemed to be a bit... more than just an accidental brush of fur.
"Hey Al? I got a question for you." Angel began softly as he bobbed. "You ever had sex?"
Alastor's ears twitched at the feeling of the disinfectant on the open wounds. However, he didn't make a sound, allowing Angel to do what needed to be done. However, he did jerk at the question. His entire face and body flushed scarlet. He didn't really talk about such a thing but considering the kissing that happened last night...
"You like to go right to the most personal matters, don't you?" he asked with an awkward chuckle. "Do you honestly think a man who doesn't like to be touched as much as I would be able to handle that much physical contact? No, my dear, I've never partaken in such activities."
He knew that was exceptionally rare in Hell. Either one willingly participated in carnal acts or they participated unwillingly. To be honest, a virgin was a hot commodity in Hell. Some powerful spells used virgin blood as a main ingredient so it could be quite pricey to come by. However, there was always that impulse to corrupt, meaning some people couldn't resist proverbially killing the goose that laid the golden eggs.
"What can I say? I don't like beating around the bush." Angel gave a chuckle of his own, pulling the gauze snug upon hearing the answer to his question.
Oh he fucking knew it. That question was bouncing around in his brain ever since he got back to his room after it dawned on him that he was the radio host's first kiss. He didn't know why he needed confirmation about his suspicions. Maybe there was a part of him that couldn't believe that no one has taken a bite out of that apple. Now that he knew, that sweet cherry was going to be his.
"No way, a primo hottie like you?" Angel stopped binding the wound for a moment to stare at him. "So you never wanted to knock boots with anyone? Then have you never looked at nudey mags or porn?"
Alastor shook his head to the last two questions. "I never felt any particular urges for such engagements. Risque magazines only made me uncomfortable. There were some young ladies (and I suspect a closeted gentleman or two) that had taken interest in me due to hearing my voice on the radio and 'falling in love' with it, but the feeling was never reciprocated."
He looked at his hands.
"I didn't start wearing gloves after I died. I wore them all the time when I was alive, too. Forgive the potentially offensive analogy, but the longer I'm in physical contact with someone, the more it feels like spiders are marching beneath my skin at the point of contact. It's very unpleasant for me. And even if I did somehow find a partner that I was interested in, then what? 'I'm sorry, my dear, but I can't stand physical affection so the most affection you'll get from me are words, my cooking, and the very occasional brief touch'? A proper relationship is a partnership, a give-and-take where both parties get something out of it that they couldn't find anywhere with anyone else."
A somewhat twisted view on a relationship, but honestly? That was the healthiest type of relationship he'd ever personally seen. That had to be the norm, right?
Angel sat quietly with the gauze pulled tight in his hands as he listened to Alastor's answer. At first he was going to tease Al for not watchin' porn but this was probably the most the host had opened up about it himself. It didn't feel right to tear that down. Suddenly he was struck with how ridiculous he was dressed. But hey! He didn't regret it. He made a sexy ass nurse.
"No, I get you. I may not understand all of your reasons behind it but I feel you." Angel shook his head, casting down his eyes. "I'm the complete 180 from you. Touch is cheap. I can touch just about anyone without any meain' behind it. Hell, I've even slept with women and they do nothin' for me. Most of my relationships only run skin deep. You can't get hurt if ya don't have feelings and a shit ton of drugs to lube you up. Emotional connections have always fucked with me. Even back when I was alive, I was close with my family until they found out I liked men. Blood is thicker than water my ass. And the first time I fall in love its with a manipulative limp dick moth who uses me as his gilded blowup doll. So yeah... When I feel myself getting too close to people I self sabotage our relationship or turn tail and run. How can I be with someone if I can't give them all of me? Despite what you might think about me, sex isn't what makes a relationship. Its just one part. Granted a really fun part."
There was a pause as he lets out a long sigh and beneath his white fur, there was a touch of scarlet that flooded his cheeks. "I... I don't want to do that to you. I... almost did run away. But I want to open myself up to you like I don't do for just anyone. I might be stupid and I'm going to get myself hurt but fuck it. I... I couldn't sleep with Husk. And its all your fucking fault. All I could think about was you. How it wasn't you. How I wished it was you. How I wanted you to want me like that. I'm not expectign' ya to do anything. Just when you were away I knew if I didn't tell ya what I was felling and you died, I would regret keepin' my big mouth shut. Al... I... like you. I really like you."
The scarlet color burned brighter as it traveled down his neck. Ripping the gauze off the roll, the spider stuffed the loose end down the front to free up his hands as he toss them up cursing loudly.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Angel spun around on his seat to give Alastor his back, but the redness seared the back of his neck as he buried his face in his hands. Spilling his guts like that and confusing his feelings wasn't how he saw today going, but here the fuck they were!
That...that was a lot to unpack. His mind spun as he stared at Angel's back. He debated what to say.
With a snap of his fingers, he was fully dressed again.
"You're quite attractive," Alastor admitted. "And honestly my personal feelings on sex aside, I don't look down on you for your profession. As I've gotten to know you and after that incident where you pushed me away when I was inebriated so you didn't give into your own base impulses, I now understand that your...offer...on our first meeting had been a jest. You may tease me about such things, but you never force the issue. I respect that."
He reached up to fitfully tug at an ear.
"Though I admit that I don't know if my feelings run deeper for you are not, I enjoy your company. I enjoy both our back-and-forths and our quiet moments. I feel...safe...when I tell you things about myself that are deeply personal and that I'd gut anyone else for even attempting to learn. I like you, too, Angel, but...I'm just not certain how far that goes." He gave an awkward smile in case Angel looked back at him, still absently tugging on his ear. "I wish I could give a better, more definite response to you."
Though now he wondered what messages Angel had left on his phone. A shame Angel had deleted --
No wait. He hadn't. Or at least he likely hadn't. Angel had been so distracted by Alastor's injuries yesterday, he hadn't touched the mobile device. Unless he'd done it after Niffty had let him into the room today while Alastor had been effectively dead to Hell. (Whenever he had used up too much of his power, had gotten badly injured, or both, he tended to sleep like a rock instead of his usual light slumber.)
He flicked his wrist, the phone teleporting off its charger and into his free hand. He released his ear as he looked down at the device.
Oh God, Angel just wanted to disappear right now. Go find himself the biggest hole to fall into and never come out. Angel didn't dare turn around to look at Alastor as he dignified him with a response to his embarrassing ramble. He didn't want to see the expression on Al's face as he muddled to an answer. If he was forcing a polite face, it would just add to his embarrassment. But not only that, Angel didn't want the deer to see his own face. It was hot and red, totally uncharacteristically twisted with fluster. He felt so lame. A porn star who grew a heart. He swore there was a cheesy chick flick with a plot like that. Damn, if word got out his street cred would be ruined.
But the radio demon's response wasn't totally unexpected. It could have been worse, he could have said he didn't feel anything for him. That this was just a game and he fell straight into his trap. But still... it made his heart sink to his stomach. After Alastor kissed him yesterday there was this little spark of 'what if?' that danced in his head. He couldn't help but feel a bit foolish for reading too much into the incident. However, he did agree to sign up for this misery as soon as those three little words left his mouth knowing this could have been an outcome. No more running.
"Its okay Al. You don't gotta explain yourself." Angel tried to keep his tone level and light hearted. "Like I said, I don't expect anything from ya. Just wanted to let you know that you're more than just some fine piece of ass to me." Shrugging his shoulders, Angel looked down into this hands still not turning around to face Alastor. "Naw, I didn't. I knew you wouldn't want to see me in my birthday suit so you'd let me in. Which is weird considering that you pretty much have seen me stark ass naked. I... I didn't want you see all the embarrassing texts I swamped your phone with when you were away. But now... I have given you the live version of those texts so I got nothing to hide anymore."
Alastor's ears twitched with pleasure. Not just at not having obscene pictures on his phone but hearing how much Angel valued him.
"And you've become more than just a crude patron of this hotel to me," he assured the spider. He then looked down, his smile gentling somewhat. "And it's not often that they grow to like someone who can't hear them so quickly."
The little shadow creatures were sneaking closer to Angel, curious as to why the spider was so red. Everything seemed to be going well after all!
Angel blinked down at the little shadow creatures as they crept out from the darkness. Once you got over the initial fear, they were kinda cute. The spider chuckled to himself shaking his head. Well the radio demon better ready his body and soul for receiving 100% of the porn star's genuine advances. Everything that came before was just him half assin'. Brace yourself for the real seduction~ Let the games begin.
Twisting at the hips, Angel glanced back at Alastor flashing his gold tooth as he smirks. "I could send ya one for real for your personal enjoyment~"
Surely the deer has done the five knuckle shuffle. He was going to call bullshit.
"Thank you, but I'll pass on your generous offer," he said dryly.
His ears shot straight up as the little shadow creatures chirped positively at the idea of having pictures of Angel. Then his ears flattened as he flushed red in embarrassment, looking towards the eager little shadows whose smiles were a mix of innocent and mischievous as his own shadow silently laughed.
"He's not talking about the same types of photographs you all are!" he snapped.
Angel doubled over in laughter watching the little shadow creatures chitter away and how flustered the deer got. Man, if only he could understand them. Wiping away his tears the spider spun around fully to perch himself on the edge of his seat, his hands between his knees smooshing the twins together.
"They seem to be into it. I promise it'll be real tasteful~ I can be your little pinup girl." Angel smirked. "How long has it been since you had a private stress relief session?"
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"Thank you dear~" Angel chirped as he followed in after.
Just like he suspected, the deer was still out on his ass. Even then, Angel walked up to his bed side, placing the tray on the nightstand. Hm, what to do? He hated the thought of trying to wake him. He looked so peaceful. Maybe help him out napping? Yeah, that sounded like the best course of action cause he was so fucking thoughtful. Not caring that Niffty was still in the room, the spider lifted the blankets to crawl under them to join Alastor. As carefully as he could so not to wake miss sleeping cutey, he slipped in front of Alastor so that they were face to face, or rather... face to tits in the deer's case. But this position made it easy for Angel to gently hold Al in his arms and be a demon body pillow.
"Lock the door when you leave." Angel whispered over to Niffty.
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After all, he might not want to be locked in for God-knew-how-long with Alastor sleeping as heavily as he was now.
Meanwhile Alastor's dream had shifted. He was no longer curled up in his old bed in his little hut in the bayou. Instead, he was lounging on a cloud, watching the world go by beneath him.
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"Don't worry about me." Angel casually waving her off. "If you don't see me in a few hours, then you can come check. But if you see a bowtie on the door... Do not knock~"
Angel flashed a toothy grin at her. Not like he was expecting anything but... you know. Don't count anything out just yet. Leave that possibility open. Hell is a crazy place. But now Angel was getting himself all snug and cozy against Alastor not knowing how long this was going to take. Maybe he could get in a few winks himself. He did wake up early just to cook for him after all. Giving Alastor the whole VIP treatment~ Well... almost. Angel was certain that the deer wouldn't have taken kindly to a morning blowjob to wake him up... Letting out a content sigh, Angel went and closed his eyes.
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Alastor stirred about two hours later. As much as he would've liked to stay in such a pleasant dream (who knew when he'd get another one?), he was actually feeling re-energized. Funny what a bit of proper rest could do.
He yawned, ears flattening back as his mouth stretched open. His teeth were on full display. He then started to stretch, his claws extended. Ooh, that felt good...
His brain wasn't fully awake yet, so the strange fluffy pillow hadn't registered yet. Though Angel might want to wake up before he ended up getting poked by Alastor's claws.
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"Careful with the merchandise hun. I don't mind rough play, but ask first." Angel joked as he reached out to brush away Alastor's hair.
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3...2...1...
A sudden unholy screech of microphone feedback filled the room as Alastor teleported off of Angel. He reappeared at the foot of the bed in a housecoat.
"Angel, why did you -- How did you -- "
He was so thrown off, he couldn't even form a proper question.
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"What? I told ya I was coming back to check up on you. Did you forget?" Angel conveniently left out that Niffty let him in, but Alastor could probably guess. Turning around, Angel clicked his tongue looking down at the food he brought. It was all painfully cold by now. "Shit, sorry Al. I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed but all the food I made is stone cold now."
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He then looked towards the dishes of cold food.
"Ah, that's easily remedied! How hot does it need to be?"
After all, he was feeling rather peppy this morning. What was a little extra magic? Besides, it'd be a shame to ruin a meal!
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Picking up the tray, Angel spun around to show the contents to him, a little bit sheepish. There was a cold cup of black coffee and two other small plates. One had a bowl of oatmeal that was now one gelatinous lump at the bottom and was topped with brightly colored fruits. And the second plate have a homemade cornetto dusted with power sugar, which sadly... was cold too.
"It ain't nothing special. Not sure if its worth wastin' you strength over." Angel shrugged. "But the cornetto was my Nonna's recipe. Its been a while since I baked so I don't know how well it turned out anyways."
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Alastor snapped his fingers, and little flames began swirling about the different bits of crockery. However, the flames didn't burn either the food or the spider holding the tray. Very fine control. A trick that had taken weeks to perfect.
Alastor hummed as he waited for his food to heat.
"Besides, it'd be a crime to waste such a feast! And I'd hate to for your Nonna to find out and get on her bad side!"
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"When you put it that way Al, I wouldn't want to see my Nonna take a wooden spoon to your ass. That's my job." Angel smirked as he pivoted to put the tray back on the nightstand, letting the magic do its thing. Once safely stowed away, the spider took a few steps towards Alastor. Reaching out to tug the drawstring of his night coat, Angel pulled their hips snuggly together giving him a flirty gaze. "While we wait, how about you let me take a peek at that bandage~?"
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Oh, this was going to be so awkward. (Also, Angel, you did not want to make the Deal Alastor did to attain such power. The repercussions of possessing such power were even worse than the stated cost.)
He slowly undid his house robe. The bandages were a bit red, true, but the blood wasn't fresh. That was a good sign. They'd still need to be changed, of course, but the fact that it wasn't constantly bleeding meant it was already starting to heal.
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"Still looks a bit nasty. Okay babe, get that ass on the bed. I'll be right back." Angel gave the deer a playful smack right on Al's left ass cheek before disappearing into the bathroom.
Like the night previous the host could hear the rattle of bottles and the hiss of running water. It wasn't long before his nurse came out carrying supplies in all six of his hands. Bowls, clean towels, rolls of gauze, little brown glass bottles... Everything he would need to clean up and redo the wrap. Pulling up a chair, Angel plopped himself down.
"Assume the position Al." Angel motioned for him to put his arms up on his shoulders.
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He sat back down on the bed as he waited for Angel to gather what he needed. Then the spider was back, telling him to "assume the position". It took him a moment to realize what Angel had meant.
He tentatively reached out and placed his arms on Angel's shoulders. Ooh, this was not going to feel good coming off. He could tell.
What was under the bandage wasn't pleasant. Some pus had oozed out in the beginning but it was largely covered up by blood now. At least it didn't have too much of a smell of illness now. It had certainly improved by leaps and bounds over the past several hours.
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Nodding his himself, he cleaned the area with warm water, just to mop up all that dried blood turning the water rusty. Making quick word of it, the last step was placing the disinfection gauze pads on the open wounds. Again he first wrapped a wad around his hands and soaked it with the contains of the little brown bottle. Holding them in place, once again Al's little nurse started to wrap him back up. Just like before, with each pass of the roll of gauze around the back, Angel's chest fluff would press up against his bare skin. Only this time Angel was well aware of it and it seemed to be a bit... more than just an accidental brush of fur.
"Hey Al? I got a question for you." Angel began softly as he bobbed. "You ever had sex?"
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"You like to go right to the most personal matters, don't you?" he asked with an awkward chuckle. "Do you honestly think a man who doesn't like to be touched as much as I would be able to handle that much physical contact? No, my dear, I've never partaken in such activities."
He knew that was exceptionally rare in Hell. Either one willingly participated in carnal acts or they participated unwillingly. To be honest, a virgin was a hot commodity in Hell. Some powerful spells used virgin blood as a main ingredient so it could be quite pricey to come by. However, there was always that impulse to corrupt, meaning some people couldn't resist proverbially killing the goose that laid the golden eggs.
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Oh he fucking knew it. That question was bouncing around in his brain ever since he got back to his room after it dawned on him that he was the radio host's first kiss. He didn't know why he needed confirmation about his suspicions. Maybe there was a part of him that couldn't believe that no one has taken a bite out of that apple. Now that he knew, that sweet cherry was going to be his.
"No way, a primo hottie like you?" Angel stopped binding the wound for a moment to stare at him. "So you never wanted to knock boots with anyone? Then have you never looked at nudey mags or porn?"
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He looked at his hands.
"I didn't start wearing gloves after I died. I wore them all the time when I was alive, too. Forgive the potentially offensive analogy, but the longer I'm in physical contact with someone, the more it feels like spiders are marching beneath my skin at the point of contact. It's very unpleasant for me. And even if I did somehow find a partner that I was interested in, then what? 'I'm sorry, my dear, but I can't stand physical affection so the most affection you'll get from me are words, my cooking, and the very occasional brief touch'? A proper relationship is a partnership, a give-and-take where both parties get something out of it that they couldn't find anywhere with anyone else."
A somewhat twisted view on a relationship, but honestly? That was the healthiest type of relationship he'd ever personally seen. That had to be the norm, right?
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"No, I get you. I may not understand all of your reasons behind it but I feel you." Angel shook his head, casting down his eyes. "I'm the complete 180 from you. Touch is cheap. I can touch just about anyone without any meain' behind it. Hell, I've even slept with women and they do nothin' for me. Most of my relationships only run skin deep. You can't get hurt if ya don't have feelings and a shit ton of drugs to lube you up. Emotional connections have always fucked with me. Even back when I was alive, I was close with my family until they found out I liked men. Blood is thicker than water my ass. And the first time I fall in love its with a manipulative limp dick moth who uses me as his gilded blowup doll. So yeah... When I feel myself getting too close to people I self sabotage our relationship or turn tail and run. How can I be with someone if I can't give them all of me? Despite what you might think about me, sex isn't what makes a relationship. Its just one part. Granted a really fun part."
There was a pause as he lets out a long sigh and beneath his white fur, there was a touch of scarlet that flooded his cheeks. "I... I don't want to do that to you. I... almost did run away. But I want to open myself up to you like I don't do for just anyone. I might be stupid and I'm going to get myself hurt but fuck it. I... I couldn't sleep with Husk. And its all your fucking fault. All I could think about was you. How it wasn't you. How I wished it was you. How I wanted you to want me like that. I'm not expectign' ya to do anything. Just when you were away I knew if I didn't tell ya what I was felling and you died, I would regret keepin' my big mouth shut. Al... I... like you. I really like you."
The scarlet color burned brighter as it traveled down his neck. Ripping the gauze off the roll, the spider stuffed the loose end down the front to free up his hands as he toss them up cursing loudly.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Angel spun around on his seat to give Alastor his back, but the redness seared the back of his neck as he buried his face in his hands. Spilling his guts like that and confusing his feelings wasn't how he saw today going, but here the fuck they were!
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With a snap of his fingers, he was fully dressed again.
"You're quite attractive," Alastor admitted. "And honestly my personal feelings on sex aside, I don't look down on you for your profession. As I've gotten to know you and after that incident where you pushed me away when I was inebriated so you didn't give into your own base impulses, I now understand that your...offer...on our first meeting had been a jest. You may tease me about such things, but you never force the issue. I respect that."
He reached up to fitfully tug at an ear.
"Though I admit that I don't know if my feelings run deeper for you are not, I enjoy your company. I enjoy both our back-and-forths and our quiet moments. I feel...safe...when I tell you things about myself that are deeply personal and that I'd gut anyone else for even attempting to learn. I like you, too, Angel, but...I'm just not certain how far that goes." He gave an awkward smile in case Angel looked back at him, still absently tugging on his ear. "I wish I could give a better, more definite response to you."
Though now he wondered what messages Angel had left on his phone. A shame Angel had deleted --
No wait. He hadn't. Or at least he likely hadn't. Angel had been so distracted by Alastor's injuries yesterday, he hadn't touched the mobile device. Unless he'd done it after Niffty had let him into the room today while Alastor had been effectively dead to Hell. (Whenever he had used up too much of his power, had gotten badly injured, or both, he tended to sleep like a rock instead of his usual light slumber.)
He flicked his wrist, the phone teleporting off its charger and into his free hand. He released his ear as he looked down at the device.
"...Did you really send me lewds?"
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But the radio demon's response wasn't totally unexpected. It could have been worse, he could have said he didn't feel anything for him. That this was just a game and he fell straight into his trap. But still... it made his heart sink to his stomach. After Alastor kissed him yesterday there was this little spark of 'what if?' that danced in his head. He couldn't help but feel a bit foolish for reading too much into the incident. However, he did agree to sign up for this misery as soon as those three little words left his mouth knowing this could have been an outcome. No more running.
"Its okay Al. You don't gotta explain yourself." Angel tried to keep his tone level and light hearted. "Like I said, I don't expect anything from ya. Just wanted to let you know that you're more than just some fine piece of ass to me." Shrugging his shoulders, Angel looked down into this hands still not turning around to face Alastor. "Naw, I didn't. I knew you wouldn't want to see me in my birthday suit so you'd let me in. Which is weird considering that you pretty much have seen me stark ass naked. I... I didn't want you see all the embarrassing texts I swamped your phone with when you were away. But now... I have given you the live version of those texts so I got nothing to hide anymore."
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"And you've become more than just a crude patron of this hotel to me," he assured the spider. He then looked down, his smile gentling somewhat. "And it's not often that they grow to like someone who can't hear them so quickly."
The little shadow creatures were sneaking closer to Angel, curious as to why the spider was so red. Everything seemed to be going well after all!
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Twisting at the hips, Angel glanced back at Alastor flashing his gold tooth as he smirks. "I could send ya one for real for your personal enjoyment~"
Surely the deer has done the five knuckle shuffle. He was going to call bullshit.
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His ears shot straight up as the little shadow creatures chirped positively at the idea of having pictures of Angel. Then his ears flattened as he flushed red in embarrassment, looking towards the eager little shadows whose smiles were a mix of innocent and mischievous as his own shadow silently laughed.
"He's not talking about the same types of photographs you all are!" he snapped.
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"They seem to be into it. I promise it'll be real tasteful~ I can be your little pinup girl." Angel smirked. "How long has it been since you had a private stress relief session?"
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