No, no. He wanted those hands away from the phone.
He stopped pinging the phone, refocusing his efforts on the soundwaves. They ghosted up Angel's back, brushing the back of the spider's neck. They spiraled lazily downward to his waist. They curled around his wrists and ankles.
His shadow waited behind Angel, poised to pounce and grab the phone.
Angel's whole body shuttered as the soundwaves travel up his vertebrae, causing his back to ark and a breathless sigh left his lungs. The spider didn't know what Alastor's endgame was but it felt like a thousand little hands were caressing his shape with each little pulse of sound. Maybe it had been due to the lack of touch the porn star has had over his hotel arrest, but every little twist and curl the waves made tickled him with pleasure. Angel choked back a soft moan with a bite of his lip as one of the slithering sound waves snaked its way around his waist to coil about his ankles.
What the fuck Al? You could have done this the whole time? Kinky little shit. Fuck it, he didn't care what the deer was doing anymore. Angel just surrendered to the pleasant feeling that wrapped around his body and his arms lowered to tug at the hem of his short skirt. The starlet could sense the strength in his knees starting to give way and he collapsed into Alastor's shadow. The sudden chill forced another quivering whine out of him.
Alastor's shadow abandoned the plan, hastily catching Angel before he crashed to the ground. That plus the sound of that whine made Alastor's eyes snap open, the soundwaves immediately ceasing. His face went sheet white in horror as the smile sat frozen on his face.
"I'm so sorry!" he blurted out. "I didn't realize -- ! I'd never take liberties -- !"
Like a skittish deer, Alastor hastily put distance between himself and Angel even though it didn't really matter: His powers could clearly allow him to violate the spider without ever touching him. In ninety years of existence, he'd never even considered the possibility.
What he'd just done...He ate people who did that sort of thing for breakfast. Often times quite literally.
The soundwaves dissipated leaving Angel wanting more. He didn't realize how starved for another person's touch that wasn't his own. Like a lazy cat the spider nuzzled up against the inky black chill of Alastor's shadow as he breathed out a whimper of disapproval of the deer's retreat.
"Why'd ya stop? That felt real nice, Al~" Angel all but forgot about the buzzing down his dress since it seemed what ever the moth was sending him had stopped. It was just back to him and Al and all the little shadowy eyes that peeked from the darken corners.
"That was uncalled for. What I did," Alastor blurted out, the words more or less tumbling from his mouth. "I'd wanted to divert your attention not...stimulate you. Without your permission."
That was too much like what Valentino did to Angel. It made Alastor feel sick to his stomach. He was a monster, but there were acts too monstrous for him to commit. He hunted monsters like that.
Uncoiling from the deer's shadow, the dreamy haze that hung over Angel started to fade. In the room's dim light he could make out more clearly the distress on Alastor's face as he treated further back. The grin the spider on his face softened as he moved to bend forward, though not daring to try to invade the space between them.
"Ever the gentleman, Al. That's one of the reasons why I like you." He paused to let his eyes scan over Alastor. "Consider permission granted~ I haven't been touched like that since... Well..."
His thought trailed off awkwardly. Yeah, he really didn't want to think about the night at the club. Or wait... does the phone buzzing also counted as being touched? Now that was unwanted.
Alastor blushed as red as his hair. (A frequent occurrence around Angel, honestly. It was sort of annoying.) "I don't want to violate your boundaries."
The spider likely got more than enough of that.
"But...you honestly enjoyed what I just did? I've never really done that before: reaching out with sound like that."
Honestly? Alastor could spit on his face and Angel would enjoy it. He was pretty much down with anything he could throw at him. That is, if it only came from the deer. The only other time would be if he was getting paid to debase himself. But still, Alastor's concern for the porn star's personal space was admirable. Although he wised he would violate it once and a while.
Angel lets out a throaty chuckle, nodding his head. "Did ya not see me moanin'? I know I'm a good actor but that was real. If you ever wanted to practice this new found skill... I volunteer to be your test subject. It felt like someone was runnin' a vibrator over my skin. I can honestly say I have never felt that before. And man, I have done a lot of shit."
Alastor gave an awkward chuckle. "I'll take that as a compliment then."
Still, it was more than a little embarrassing. He never would've considered that he wielded such power. It was quite unsettling.
"Perhaps another time," he told Angel awkwardly.
He hadn't forgotten what he'd been trying to get his hands on. Still, right now he wondered if it was a good idea to have his shadow plunge its hand into Angel's fluff to retrieve the phone. Plus it hadn't gone off again. Perhaps it hadn't been Valentino after all...
Excuse Angel for a moment as he took in the vision that was before him. Stealing the mental image of Alastor all cherry red for the archives. It was just too fucking precious. Man, he wished digital photography worked on him. No one was going to believe him.
"Suit yourself, Babe." Angel shrugged his shoulders. "But you have my number if you change your mind~"
Flashing him a wink, Angel reached up to tap the side of his fluff where his phone was safely tucked away. Ya know, to make a point. But God dammit it all to Hell when under his palm he felt the blasted thing vibrate. Silently the spider hoped that it had gone unnoticed by the deer with his hand pressed up against it. He... he didn't see that right? Fuuuck. He needed to leave to see what the fuck the limp dick bastard wanted.
"You should get back into bed. Don't want to reopen those wounds." Angel said abruptly with a smile as he started to inch for the door.
Alastor could hear the phone vibrating again. He made a mental note to try expanding his understanding of how these blasted things used his radio waves. Perhaps then he could read whatever information was flying about without having to snatch the phone.
Speaking of...
Alastor's shadow snaked its arms around Angel briefly before plunging its icy claws into that chest fluff to start hunting for the phone. It had a general idea of where in the fluffy void the phone was housed thanks to Angel's tapping it, but exactly where was a mystery.
The Radio Demon meanwhile waited for his shadow to retrieve their prize...though who knew what all Angel kept in that fluff?
Trying to make a slow retreat out of the room before too much longer had failed. In an attempt not to raise any redflags by acting as if he wanted to give Alastor some quiet time to recover, the spider had missed his window to slip out unscathed. The porn star let out a surprised squeak as he felt icy claws plunge down his chest, groping blindly. In those claws, the cold chill sent shivers down his spine as he trembled in Buckley's clutches.
Angel's cheeks flushed pink as he reached up to try to stop the shadow's search. "Oi! Al! What's the big idea?! Watch where your-AHN~ t-touching!" Another gasping moan passed his lips as he squirmed. "I charge for this kind of shit!"
After probable 'accidently' pleasant handfuls of Angel's ample fluff, the shadow could locate the Hellphone tucked snuggly away under his right under floof. All the while, the spider continued in his vain attempted to resist. Man, under a different circumstances, this would have been so hot.
Alastor gave his shadow a bland stare as it retrieved the Hellphone and swooped over to its master. "You enjoyed that far too much."
The shadow gave a wide, unrepentant grin. It simply turned towards Angel and blew a mute kiss his way.
Alastor turned his attention to the Hellphone. If Angel's phone was anything like his, the next time a text popped up, it should be displayed on the lockscreen. He didn't have to break into the phone. He just had to wait.
After the vigorous pat down Angel received from Al's darker half, the spider had to readjust his nurse's uniform. In the struggle it had risen up in some places and his chest fluff was all ruffled out of place. Well he hoped Al enjoyed the show! Who knew the radio demon had a secret voyeur kink~ Look at Buckley's reaction, the fucking prick. He felt so betrayed. And mildly turned on. He was going to remember this.
Flattening back out his skirt and making sure the girls were back in place, the porn star shot a scowl in Al's direction. "That ain't playin' fair, Smiles. Hand it back over. Its got nothin' to do with you."
Angel took a step forward towards the deer in an attempt to snatch his phone back before he realized he could just flick the screen on himself. Thank the unholy powers at be that Al was shit at technology.
Oh, Angel. If you think that was the worst his voyeuristic tendencies went to, you are very, very wrong.
When Angel took a swipe at him, his hand would pass through empty shadow.
Alastor reappeared a few feet behind Angel, leaning back against the wall as he watched the phone and waited. "I beg to differ, Angel. I did get you into quite a bit of trouble recently! I just want to make sure that vile moth doesn't think he has an opportunity to make your life 'double Hell'."
When his handed pasted through thin air, Angel staggered a bit needing a moment to catch himself before spinning around to shoot Alastor a glare. Look at that stupid smug look on his face. Cocky bastard. The deer had always been a squirrely one to pin down, but two can play at this game. Angel knew how he worker.
"A little!?" Angel scoffed back indignantly. "I've been cooped on in this shit hole for two months, Al. Two whole fucking months! I'm about to double die from how bored and horny I am cause of you."
Narrowing his eyes at Alastor, Angel reached down to grab the hem of his skirt. With steely cold determination behind his gaze, the spider slowly pulled up exposing what little thigh that wasn't out for Jesus and the world to see.
"Only gonna warn you once. Hand me my phone back or I'm stripping to roll my naked ass all over your nice clean sheets."
Alastor's head snapped up from the screen. His grin widened. "Don't you dare."
It wasn't an idle threat on either of their parts. Though Alastor would probably need to have Niffty put in some extra elbow grease regardless of who won the standoff.
Not backing down, Angel continued to stare straight into Alastor's eyes as he deliberately kept retreating the hem further up. The roundness of his ass was starting to peek out from the baby pink uniform making his lacey black thong stick all the more out.
"Try me Smiles." Oh, he was born ready. He put on nice panties for a reason today.
For a moment, Angel's hands stop. Though his eyes never felt the radio demons. The spider wasn't going to give in. Nudity was nothing. That phone however....
"If ya hand over my phone, I'll stop. Otherwise, you got to come over here and make me." Aaaaaand the skirt hiking resumed.
Alastor's eyes narrowed, weighing his options. He glanced towards his shadow, but the dark specter simply grinned at him. Clearly, it was enjoying the show.
He refocused on Angel. How to get him to lower his skirt without (A) giving up the phone or (B) touching anything inappropriate...?
"Tick tock Smiles~" Angel said in a sickling sweet tone as the hem was nearly at his waists by now. That lacey black thong looked hauntingly familiar. "I'm goin' to whip the whole thing off if ya don't hurry~ One...... Two.... Thr-"
Just as he was about to hoist the skimpy uniform up and over his head in one foul swoop, Angel's luck had ran out and that blasted phone buzzed in Alastor's claws. Motherfuck-
The little screen lit up as the notification flashed across the porn star's lockscreen. Whose image appeared to be of him taking a stealth selfie of himself with a giant shit eating grin and something red distorted by static against his chest. But the black text box in the center of the screen made it hard to make out. In bold white letters it clearly read as:
15 Missed Messages from 'Limp Dick Shiteater' Limp Dick Shiteater: Don't ignore me, Angel Cakes. My patience is thin.
The buzzing of the phone caught Alastor by surprise, so focused was he on their little standoff. He fumbled with the phone for a moment before looking down at it.
The lockscreen was certainly strange, but he had no time to focus on it. Instead, he read over the texts.
"15 texts from him. All today? My, he is desperate, isn't he?"
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! Panic gripped the spider as he didn't even bother to yank his skirt back down before he made a move towards Alastor. While it was having a notification party down his dress, Angel didn't know what all that bastard sent him. Fuck, worse timing ever. He needed to stop Al from reading all those-
But even now, it was too late. Alastor had tapped the '15 unread' and they all inscrolled out.
Messages from 'Limp Dick Shiteater' Daddy's Home~ Did ya miss me, Angel Cakes? Heard you've been locked away since I've been gone. Its cute ya think you can escape me so easily. Did you forget one who I am? Think its time I remind ya. There are other ways to get at you, babe. [image].IMG Just. [image].IMG Look. [image].IMG At. [image].IMG THEM~ So oblivious. So vulnerable. So easy... My eyes are everywhere. If ya don't want my men to go after your little friends... We need to talk. Face to face. Don't keep me waiting~ Don't ignore me, Angel Cakes. My patience is thin.
Alastor's smile was frozen in place, his eyes morphing into radio dials as he looked at them. Charlie. Vaggie. Husk. Niffty.
None of Alastor, obviously. Apparently even with the moth's proverbial blade at their throats, Valentino's people wouldn't risk pissing off the Radio Demon by snapping unwanted photos. Or perhaps someone had snapped a photograph but the pixelation had made it unrecognizable.
No matter. What this was a threat. One that Alastor would not take lightly.
This wasn't his territory, but these were his people.
"Perhaps we should pay him another visit. Bid him congratulations on a speedy recovery. Perhaps I'll disembowel him again."
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He stopped pinging the phone, refocusing his efforts on the soundwaves. They ghosted up Angel's back, brushing the back of the spider's neck. They spiraled lazily downward to his waist. They curled around his wrists and ankles.
His shadow waited behind Angel, poised to pounce and grab the phone.
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What the fuck Al? You could have done this the whole time? Kinky little shit. Fuck it, he didn't care what the deer was doing anymore. Angel just surrendered to the pleasant feeling that wrapped around his body and his arms lowered to tug at the hem of his short skirt. The starlet could sense the strength in his knees starting to give way and he collapsed into Alastor's shadow. The sudden chill forced another quivering whine out of him.
"Fuck... Al~"
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"I'm so sorry!" he blurted out. "I didn't realize -- ! I'd never take liberties -- !"
Like a skittish deer, Alastor hastily put distance between himself and Angel even though it didn't really matter: His powers could clearly allow him to violate the spider without ever touching him. In ninety years of existence, he'd never even considered the possibility.
What he'd just done...He ate people who did that sort of thing for breakfast. Often times quite literally.
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"Why'd ya stop? That felt real nice, Al~" Angel all but forgot about the buzzing down his dress since it seemed what ever the moth was sending him had stopped. It was just back to him and Al and all the little shadowy eyes that peeked from the darken corners.
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That was too much like what Valentino did to Angel. It made Alastor feel sick to his stomach. He was a monster, but there were acts too monstrous for him to commit. He hunted monsters like that.
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"Ever the gentleman, Al. That's one of the reasons why I like you." He paused to let his eyes scan over Alastor. "Consider permission granted~ I haven't been touched like that since... Well..."
His thought trailed off awkwardly. Yeah, he really didn't want to think about the night at the club. Or wait... does the phone buzzing also counted as being touched? Now that was unwanted.
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The spider likely got more than enough of that.
"But...you honestly enjoyed what I just did? I've never really done that before: reaching out with sound like that."
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Although he wised he would violate it once and a while.Angel lets out a throaty chuckle, nodding his head. "Did ya not see me moanin'? I know I'm a good actor but that was real. If you ever wanted to practice this new found skill... I volunteer to be your test subject. It felt like someone was runnin' a vibrator over my skin. I can honestly say I have never felt that before. And man, I have done a lot of shit."
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Still, it was more than a little embarrassing. He never would've considered that he wielded such power. It was quite unsettling.
"Perhaps another time," he told Angel awkwardly.
He hadn't forgotten what he'd been trying to get his hands on. Still, right now he wondered if it was a good idea to have his shadow plunge its hand into Angel's fluff to retrieve the phone. Plus it hadn't gone off again. Perhaps it hadn't been Valentino after all...
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"Suit yourself, Babe." Angel shrugged his shoulders. "But you have my number if you change your mind~"
Flashing him a wink, Angel reached up to tap the side of his fluff where his phone was safely tucked away. Ya know, to make a point. But God dammit it all to Hell when under his palm he felt the blasted thing vibrate. Silently the spider hoped that it had gone unnoticed by the deer with his hand pressed up against it. He... he didn't see that right? Fuuuck. He needed to leave to see what the fuck the limp dick bastard wanted.
"You should get back into bed. Don't want to reopen those wounds." Angel said abruptly with a smile as he started to inch for the door.
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Speaking of...
Alastor's shadow snaked its arms around Angel briefly before plunging its icy claws into that chest fluff to start hunting for the phone. It had a general idea of where in the fluffy void the phone was housed thanks to Angel's tapping it, but exactly where was a mystery.
The Radio Demon meanwhile waited for his shadow to retrieve their prize...though who knew what all Angel kept in that fluff?
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Angel's cheeks flushed pink as he reached up to try to stop the shadow's search. "Oi! Al! What's the big idea?! Watch where your-AHN~ t-touching!" Another gasping moan passed his lips as he squirmed. "I charge for this kind of shit!"
After probable 'accidently' pleasant handfuls of Angel's ample fluff, the shadow could locate the Hellphone tucked snuggly away under his right under floof. All the while, the spider continued in his vain attempted to resist. Man, under a different circumstances, this would have been so hot.
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The shadow gave a wide, unrepentant grin. It simply turned towards Angel and blew a mute kiss his way.
Alastor turned his attention to the Hellphone. If Angel's phone was anything like his, the next time a text popped up, it should be displayed on the lockscreen. He didn't have to break into the phone. He just had to wait.
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And mildly turned on.He was going to remember this.Flattening back out his skirt and making sure the girls were back in place, the porn star shot a scowl in Al's direction. "That ain't playin' fair, Smiles. Hand it back over. Its got nothin' to do with you."
Angel took a step forward towards the deer in an attempt to snatch his phone back before he realized he could just flick the screen on himself. Thank the unholy powers at be that Al was shit at technology.
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When Angel took a swipe at him, his hand would pass through empty shadow.
Alastor reappeared a few feet behind Angel, leaning back against the wall as he watched the phone and waited. "I beg to differ, Angel. I did get you into quite a bit of trouble recently! I just want to make sure that vile moth doesn't think he has an opportunity to make your life 'double Hell'."
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"A little!?" Angel scoffed back indignantly. "I've been cooped on in this shit hole for two months, Al. Two whole fucking months! I'm about to double die from how bored and horny I am cause of you."
Narrowing his eyes at Alastor, Angel reached down to grab the hem of his skirt. With steely cold determination behind his gaze, the spider slowly pulled up exposing what little thigh that wasn't out for Jesus and the world to see.
"Only gonna warn you once. Hand me my phone back or I'm stripping to roll my naked ass all over your nice clean sheets."
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It wasn't an idle threat on either of their parts. Though Alastor would probably need to have Niffty put in some extra elbow grease regardless of who won the standoff.
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"Try me Smiles." Oh, he was born ready. He put on nice panties for a reason today.
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"My dear Angel, I'd suggest that you kindly lower your skirt."
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"If ya hand over my phone, I'll stop. Otherwise, you got to come over here and make me." Aaaaaand the skirt hiking resumed.
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He refocused on Angel. How to get him to lower his skirt without (A) giving up the phone or (B) touching anything inappropriate...?
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Just as he was about to hoist the skimpy uniform up and over his head in one foul swoop, Angel's luck had ran out and that blasted phone buzzed in Alastor's claws. Motherfuck-
The little screen lit up as the notification flashed across the porn star's lockscreen. Whose image appeared to be of him taking a stealth selfie of himself with a giant shit eating grin and something red distorted by static against his chest. But the black text box in the center of the screen made it hard to make out. In bold white letters it clearly read as:
15 Missed Messages from 'Limp Dick Shiteater'
Limp Dick Shiteater: Don't ignore me, Angel Cakes. My patience is thin.
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The lockscreen was certainly strange, but he had no time to focus on it. Instead, he read over the texts.
"15 texts from him. All today? My, he is desperate, isn't he?"
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But even now, it was too late. Alastor had tapped the '15 unread' and they all inscrolled out.
Messages from 'Limp Dick Shiteater'
Daddy's Home~
Did ya miss me, Angel Cakes?
Heard you've been locked away since I've been gone.
Its cute ya think you can escape me so easily. Did you forget one who I am? Think its time I remind ya.
There are other ways to get at you, babe.
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Just.
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Look.
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At.
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THEM~
So oblivious. So vulnerable. So easy...
My eyes are everywhere.
If ya don't want my men to go after your little friends...
We need to talk.
Face to face.
Don't keep me waiting~
Don't ignore me, Angel Cakes. My patience is thin.
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None of Alastor, obviously. Apparently even with the moth's proverbial blade at their throats, Valentino's people wouldn't risk pissing off the Radio Demon by snapping unwanted photos. Or perhaps someone had snapped a photograph but the pixelation had made it unrecognizable.
No matter. What this was a threat. One that Alastor would not take lightly.
This wasn't his territory, but these were his people.
"Perhaps we should pay him another visit. Bid him congratulations on a speedy recovery. Perhaps I'll disembowel him again."
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