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?"
"That is none of your -- !" He paused, flushing. "Well, I suppose it is your business, but I'd rather not discuss it! And will you all please stop?!"
The silent chittering had continued as they'd caught on to what Angel had meant. Quite a few of them had banded together to form a "gallery" of Angel's silhouette posed on the wall in provocative yet tasteful poses, shapes hinting at various costumes in the same vein.
Alastor's personal shadow bent over double in mute hysterical laughter at its master's expense.
He rounded on it with a snarl that was undermined by the bright red blush. "You're not helping!"
Watching the little shadow creatures assume visages of his silhouette and pose along the walls had Angel howling with laughter again. Of how his friends turned on Alastor. Though, the inky critters did come up with creative ideas. Totally logging those away for later. But wasn't this an interesting bit of information~ Mr. No Touchy didn't deny that he milks his own cow. Which to the starlet meant that he did. That was a new and exciting revelation for him. What did Al think about to get his rocks off? The image of him bleary eyed all drenched in sweat, panting etched in Angel's mind. He wanted to see the deer let go of his inhibitions and melt into a hot sloppy mess.
"Nothing to be ashamed of, babe." Angel snickered. "Everyone does it. It feels good. Is it wrong to treat yourself? But I am curious if you don't like dirty mags or watch porn... How do you do it? You must have some imagination."
Alastor growled and forced out, "Sometimes my body doesn't give me a choice, and it's either take care of the blasted problem or suffer the consequences."
Which to someone like him who didn't like the idea of having sex, it always made him feel dirty afterwards.
Now there was a mental image. Poor helpless Al poppin' an awkward boner and having no idea how to take care of it. That was surely going to offer Angel hours of fun later. But the idea of Al taking care of himself made him see more... human and a little less like a sexless robot. The porn star couldn't help himself wondering when these little... incidences occurred.
"Don't cha just hate it when your body rebels against ya? It happens to the best of us." Angel said with a wicked grin. "So Al... When the mood strikes is it something you saw or just like a light cool breeze could do it?"
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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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The silent chittering had continued as they'd caught on to what Angel had meant. Quite a few of them had banded together to form a "gallery" of Angel's silhouette posed on the wall in provocative yet tasteful poses, shapes hinting at various costumes in the same vein.
Alastor's personal shadow bent over double in mute hysterical laughter at its master's expense.
He rounded on it with a snarl that was undermined by the bright red blush. "You're not helping!"
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"Nothing to be ashamed of, babe." Angel snickered. "Everyone does it. It feels good. Is it wrong to treat yourself? But I am curious if you don't like dirty mags or watch porn... How do you do it? You must have some imagination."
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Which to someone like him who didn't like the idea of having sex, it always made him feel dirty afterwards.
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"Don't cha just hate it when your body rebels against ya? It happens to the best of us." Angel said with a wicked grin. "So Al... When the mood strikes is it something you saw or just like a light cool breeze could do it?"
You know, for science.
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