Maybe an Angel whose nerves weren't in total disarray from coming down on his blitzed out high would have seen the deeper meaning behind those words. To understand how the deer was trying to express how valuable he found the spider to him. Maybe even tolerate? That he wanted him. But it was not this Angel. All he heard was that sure, he was trash, but shiny trash that Alastor wanted.
Angel sniffled, rubbing the back of his hand over his eyes before moving to stand at full height. Again, there he was practically naked taking a step towards Al. He could probably smell the lingering intoxicating stench from the moth's pheromones that drove Angel mad stuck in his fur.
"You really are a broken record, Smiles. Yeah, I get it. I'm a prize. You just want to brake my contract for yourself. It's not to help me. The difference between you and Val is that you want to fuck with my emotions, not my body. Do you know why I wear this?" Angel reached a finely clawed finger to pluck the choker around his neck. "Its ain't because I have amazing fashion sense. It's his. It binds me to him. This is what the contract looks from my end. A permanent reminder that I'm someone’s pet. A noose around my neck."
Alastor rolled his eyes. Clearly, he wasn't getting through to Angel. Another reason why he was glad he'd chosen to do this instead of Charlie.
He walked over to Angel, hooking a claw under the choker.
"So let's cut the noose. Show Valentino what you're truly capable of without him holding you back." He chuckled. "I'm of the firm opinion that the best form of revenge is success."
Angel's eyes blinked open wide when Alastor hooked his claw under his collar, letting out an involuntary moan as it was pulled snug. Why was this so incredibly hot? He had a sudden and violent need to call Alastor 'Daddy'. Fuck, this is not time to be getting horny. He was mad dammit. But Al was being so... dominate. He can be horny and mad, right? Fuuuuuuuck.
"Alright Smiles, I'll be your little toy solider." Angel inched closer to draped his arms over Al's shoulders, giving him a heated gaze. "I suppose I should be thankin' you for today."
Angel took a step closer, trying to get the deer to take a step back to steer him in the direction of his bed. If he didn't he was about to get a face full of fluff.
Angel kept slowly advancing onto Alastor, backing him up in the direction of his bed. The moment the back of the deer's knees made contact with the edge, Angel pushed the radio demon down to sit. In a blink of an eye Angel quickly followed to straddle his lap. The spider's primary hands once again wrapped themselves around Al's shoulders and his secondary hands grabbed him firmly by the waist.
"Do I seem tired to ya? I insist... I was so rude earlier." Angel purrs giving Al a toothy grin before popping open his collar with his skillful fingers and he leans down to kiss the demon's neck. "I'm still all warmed up from earlier~"
The hand didn't seem to deter Angel. Just shifting targets. His kisses got redirected to Alastor's palm were he placed them soft and sweet. Before moving on to slowly to lick and suck on the deer's index finger. He wanted to see the demon sweat more.
"Where we going, babe?" Pauses to place another smooch on his hand. "Want to take a shower? I'm sure your just filthy from all that blood."
"Oh no, I insist. I promise ya you'll find me handy." A shit eating grin spread across his face as his tertiary set of arms sprouted from his sides to caress Alastor's thighs.
Oh nothing like a little flirty payback to cheer him up. If only the Three Vs could see how much the radio demon quivered in fear under him. It was hard to imagine that just moments ago he had slaughtered a whole night club full of crazed demons and brutally wounded a lethal drug lord. Heh, juuuuust a little more.
Angel lets out a heated sigh giving Alastor's hand one last nibble before he pressed his full body weight into him. With a muted thud, the porn starlet pinned the radio demon onto his back, his bare chest smooshed up against him.
"Isn't this what you want, Al? I'm yours, right?" The wicked smile he wore subsided into a more sultry smirk, the spider's face hovered mere inches above his. "This is what it means to own me."
Alastor gave a grunt of surprise as he ended up flat on his back, Angel draped on top of him. His eyes turned to radio dials as he panicked.
Too much physical contact. Way too much. The spiders were back, writhing beneath his skin. His entire body seized as he stared up at Angel, grin widening to impossible proportions. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe, dammit!
"Angel...kindly get off of me. Please." Alastor's tone was tense, rigidly controlled.
At first, Angel didn't move. The spider simply stared down at the other demon with a studying look. This was far enough. He didn't really intend to sleep with the radio demon. Forcing people ain't his style. He was just venting his frustrations out on the poor deer. Losing his steam, Angel exhaled moving slowly to sit up, his third pair disappearing again into his body. Before he got off completely, he placed his hands on Alastor's chest to stare down at him with a bitterly sad expression.
"You can't handle me..."
And with that he lifted his leg to roll off to free Alastor and sat on the edge of the bed, his back turned to him. Don't let him see you cry. Angel bowed his head to cast his face in shadows and his hands went back to clutch his shoulders. God he felt to dirty.
In a moment of raw honestly, Angel murmured just barely loud enough for Alastor to hear. "But..... thanks..... I mean it.... And..... I'm sorry."
Alastor sat up, ears still down as he gripped at his arms, breathing shallowly as he tried to quell the panic attack. Control...get it back under control...At least long enough to get back to his own room for the full freakout.
"You're...you're welcome, Angel," he stuttered out. "And...and it's fine. No harm done."
Alastor's shadow moved between them in shadow stag form, nuzzling Angel with its nose.
Silence stretched between the two. Boy, this got really awkward now for some reason. Though, Angel knew he was to blame for most of it. He was being kind of an ass towards Alastor. But before things got too far out of hand, something cold pressed up against the spider's cheek and he shivered visibly. His head napped up to see the stag standing behind him. Angel almost forgotten about the shadow.
Turning his body to face the shadow properly, a slight smile had returned to his face as he raised a hand to stroke it's neck. "Guess I should be thankin' ya too, huh? You... stopped me from getting to Val and kept me safe in the fighting. So... ah.... Thank you-... Wait... Al? Does it have a name?"
Strange, something that was a part of Alastor seemed to possess a different personality... Or maybe it was his personality, just severed from the rest of his body. Honestly, he didn't know how the radio demon's magic worked. The shadow appeared to have its own thoughts and feelings so it just felt wrong not naming it.
Angel's eyebrows knitted together. "Seriously? You've had this sweet as fuck shadow dopple and never once thought 'Hm, I should name it'? What do you say? 'Hey you! Shadow!' Doesn't seem right."
His hand traveled up the shadow deer's neck to scratch at the flicking ear, thinking to himself. Then, as if he decided something, gave the stag an affirmative nod.
"Fine. I'll name yeah." The ear scritches grew more intense as Angel mumbled to himself. "If I were a shadowy murder deer, what would be my name?... Shadow.... shadow... Shad-doe? Doe? No, no, no... Thats a female dear. What's a male deer?... A stag? Staggerson? Fuck, that's lame... Buck? OH! Thats it! Buckley! I like the sound of that. Can even shorten it to cute pet names like Al~ Perfect. Its decided. You're Buckley. You like that?"
"I never really had to call it by name. It knows when I want it." Then he gave Angel an incredulous look. "Sweet? Hardly. It's helped me on many a rampage."
As Angel began struggling to name the shadow, it gave a downright smug look to Alastor as it leaned into its ear getting scratched. Alastor felt one of his own ears twitch in response.
No. He'd never admit to it. Not in a million years.
In response to the name, the stag momentarily lifted his head to transform back into a shadow version of Alastor, clearly preening at the name...
...and then promptly shoved his very humanoid head back underneath Angel's attentive fingers.
"You say that as if its a bad thing. Who do ya think you're talking to? Do you not remember I got mu hands dirty in a turf war? I've had my fair share of rampages. Been here longer than you have." Angel snorts at Alastor, not stopping his diligent ear scratching.
Angel watched the shadow with dep amusement as it reacted to its new found name. Though it gave Angel pause when its form shifted into a visage of its master. This... this was weird right? Scratching his ears when he's like this? Meh, who cares?
Weird thoughts started to bubble inside that twisted head of his... Could he makeout with a shadow? Probably be like kissing a corpse. Oh! Does that mean he could technically have a three-way with Al? They are the same... So many possibilities.
"I take it that you like it." Angel chuckled as he reached up to double scritch those ears. "Whose a good murder deer, Buckley?"
"I just wouldn't use the term 'sweet' when referring to my shadow."
In response to Angel's increased affection, the shadow's grin widened. It leaned into the affection, about ready to drape itself all over Angel. Ah, yes. You'd like to be in its spot, master. It knows it.
The other little shadow creatures were starting to get curious, peeking out of their shadows to see what was going on.
Alastor groaned at the queries in his head. His smile tightened as he placed a hand to his head. "One at a time..."
"What do ya mean? He looks pretty sweet now. Look at him." Angel smirks at the shadow who had just melted right into his hands. Heh, like master like pet? That one drunken night was still vivid in his mind.
Angel's rising mood came to an abrupt halt as he heard Alastor muttering to himself. With Buckley leaning into him, no longer obstructing his view from the other demon, he could see something was off about him. Well, more than usual. Damn, most definitely his fault. Guilt again bared down on him for being a horny asshole.
He then cast his gaze towards the darkest parts of the room which had small patches of lighter shadows in sets of two.
"You can come out."
Immediately, little shadow creatures swarmed into the main part of the room, surrounding the duo on the floor, on the ceiling, and even positioned around the bed. They didn't speak a word that Angel could hear but Alastor could hear them loud and clear.
"One at a time," he reminded them. "When you're all chattering at once, it gives me a headache."
Angel's eyes shot open a bit startled as dark forms emerged from all corners of his room, his hands snapped back to clutch at his chest. Its not that he found the shadows alarming. How were they any different from Buckley? No, it was the thought of not knowing he had an audience to his dickholery. So... were they always around. I mean... always. You know..... when he's alone in his room... when he thinks no one is around.... Should he be charging peeping fees?
Still looking a bit tense, Angel turned a glance at Alastor, "You can hear them? Man thats gotta.... suck?"
"It's a double-edged sword," Alastor said dryly. "They were lonely when I arrived and when they realized I could hear them, they latched on to me. They're everywhere in Hell."
One of the little creatures wandered over to Alastor to tug on his pant leg.
Alastor looked down. Anyone else wouldn't be able to tell the difference between all the little ones. However, Alastor knew them. "Ah yes. Thank you again for your assistance earlier. All of you."
With that, Alastor held out his hands and summoned a sphere of glowing green power in his hands about the size of a basketball.
The little shadows eagerly swarmed Alastor, each siphoning off some of the orb's magic until none of it remained. They mutely chittered as they enjoyed their "snack".
Angel continued to watch Alastor with wide eyed fascination. He had heard all terrifying stories about the radio demon's cruelty and immense power. Tonight, even though he spent most of it having his face buried in Buckley's inky fur, he had seen the aftermath of his wrath. He brought one of the untouchable Vs to their knees. And he had a feeling that wasn't even half of his strength. But... right now... There was a strange tenderness to his actions, tending to the shadow creatures like beloved pets. If only the other demons could see him the way Angel did.
Without realizing it, Angel found himself smiling softly as the scene played out. Despite whatever excuses reasons the other demon had for the things he did, Angel couldn't ignore the facts. Alastor went out of his way to heal him when he was broken and today, he pulled his ass out of the fire. His toy or not, it was still one of the nicest thing someone has done for him.
Leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, placing his chin in his palms, Angel lets out a long dreamy sigh. "I can see you have a soft spot for them. Careful now Smiles. What would the others think if they knew you were such a softy?"
Alastor had a soft spot for the little shadow creatures. They weren't bound to him like his personal shadow and could come and go as they pleased, but they had been his primary source of company after his big debut. Until Niffty came along, he'd been all alone with nothing but his own thoughts, his internal receiver, and their chittering to accompany him. Really, they were less like pets to him and more like children. They could talk, after all, but no one else could hear them.
He was a monster that scared the other monsters. He selected the worst of the worst for his meals, passing over those like the lamb demon in the butcher shop. Like a forest fire, his purpose was to burn away the deadwood and allow for new growth. And like a forest fire, nobody liked being around him in case they got burned.
Alastor snorted at Angel's comment, folding his hands neatly in his lap. "No one would ever believe it even if they saw it for themselves. I am the Radio Demon after all."
And as everyone knew the Radio Demon had no heart.
Alastor didn't deny it. Angel knew it, he was sweet on them the big ole softy. The spider chuckled quietly to himself shaking his head before leveling a tender glance Alastor's way.
"Well I know." His tone was even and soft, flashing Al with a sly wink. "But don't worry. Your secret is safe with me. No one would believe me anyways."
A pregnant pause passed between them before Angel realized he was just staring at Al like some love struck high-schooler and he quickly snapped his head away to look intently at the opposing wall. God, he really hated himself right now, burning up inside with embarrassment and instant regret.
He ran a hand through his bangs, laughing nervously. "I ah.... should really clean my self up. I probably look as shitty as I feel. And uh..... thanks... again..."
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Angel sniffled, rubbing the back of his hand over his eyes before moving to stand at full height. Again, there he was practically naked taking a step towards Al. He could probably smell the lingering intoxicating stench from the moth's pheromones that drove Angel mad stuck in his fur.
"You really are a broken record, Smiles. Yeah, I get it. I'm a prize. You just want to brake my contract for yourself. It's not to help me. The difference between you and Val is that you want to fuck with my emotions, not my body. Do you know why I wear this?" Angel reached a finely clawed finger to pluck the choker around his neck. "Its ain't because I have amazing fashion sense. It's his. It binds me to him. This is what the contract looks from my end. A permanent reminder that I'm someone’s pet. A noose around my neck."
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He walked over to Angel, hooking a claw under the choker.
"So let's cut the noose. Show Valentino what you're truly capable of without him holding you back." He chuckled. "I'm of the firm opinion that the best form of revenge is success."
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"Alright Smiles, I'll be your little toy solider." Angel inched closer to draped his arms over Al's shoulders, giving him a heated gaze. "I suppose I should be thankin' you for today."
Angel took a step closer, trying to get the deer to take a step back to steer him in the direction of his bed. If he didn't he was about to get a face full of fluff.
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"Now now now, Angel! Perhaps you'd best get some rest! You were dosed quite highly by whatever trash Valentino uses!"
Oh dear. Things were not going according to plan at all.
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"Do I seem tired to ya? I insist... I was so rude earlier." Angel purrs giving Al a toothy grin before popping open his collar with his skillful fingers and he leans down to kiss the demon's neck. "I'm still all warmed up from earlier~"
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(From somewhere below came Husk's shout: "GODDAMMIT, ALASTOR!")
As Angel leaned in, Alastor snapped his hand up to hold back the spider's head.
"Hahahaha! I'd prefer you leave my neck alone please!" There was a buzz of static as he realized the implications. "And to be allowed to go!"
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"Where we going, babe?" Pauses to place another smooch on his hand. "Want to take a shower? I'm sure your just filthy from all that blood."
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On the other hand, his brain was severely glitching from this.
"Yes! I am! So I should definitely go take a shower to clean myself up! And I don't need help with that! Thank you!"
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Oh nothing like a little flirty payback to cheer him up. If only the Three Vs could see how much the radio demon quivered in fear under him. It was hard to imagine that just moments ago he had slaughtered a whole night club full of crazed demons and brutally wounded a lethal drug lord. Heh, juuuuust a little more.
Angel lets out a heated sigh giving Alastor's hand one last nibble before he pressed his full body weight into him. With a muted thud, the porn starlet pinned the radio demon onto his back, his bare chest smooshed up against him.
"Isn't this what you want, Al? I'm yours, right?" The wicked smile he wore subsided into a more sultry smirk, the spider's face hovered mere inches above his. "This is what it means to own me."
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Too much physical contact. Way too much. The spiders were back, writhing beneath his skin. His entire body seized as he stared up at Angel, grin widening to impossible proportions. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe, dammit!
"Angel...kindly get off of me. Please." Alastor's tone was tense, rigidly controlled.
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"You can't handle me..."
And with that he lifted his leg to roll off to free Alastor and sat on the edge of the bed, his back turned to him. Don't let him see you cry. Angel bowed his head to cast his face in shadows and his hands went back to clutch his shoulders. God he felt to dirty.
In a moment of raw honestly, Angel murmured just barely loud enough for Alastor to hear. "But..... thanks..... I mean it.... And..... I'm sorry."
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"You're...you're welcome, Angel," he stuttered out. "And...and it's fine. No harm done."
Alastor's shadow moved between them in shadow stag form, nuzzling Angel with its nose.
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Turning his body to face the shadow properly, a slight smile had returned to his face as he raised a hand to stroke it's neck. "Guess I should be thankin' ya too, huh? You... stopped me from getting to Val and kept me safe in the fighting. So... ah.... Thank you-... Wait... Al? Does it have a name?"
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"Hmm? Oh, no. It's my shadow, after all. It can act independently but it's still part of me," Alastor explained.
Calm down...calm down...there. Now breathe, you idiot, before you do something truly humiliating.
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Angel's eyebrows knitted together. "Seriously? You've had this sweet as fuck shadow dopple and never once thought 'Hm, I should name it'? What do you say? 'Hey you! Shadow!' Doesn't seem right."
His hand traveled up the shadow deer's neck to scratch at the flicking ear, thinking to himself. Then, as if he decided something, gave the stag an affirmative nod.
"Fine. I'll name yeah." The ear scritches grew more intense as Angel mumbled to himself. "If I were a shadowy murder deer, what would be my name?... Shadow.... shadow... Shad-doe? Doe? No, no, no... Thats a female dear. What's a male deer?... A stag? Staggerson? Fuck, that's lame... Buck? OH! Thats it! Buckley! I like the sound of that. Can even shorten it to cute pet names like Al~ Perfect. Its decided. You're Buckley. You like that?"
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As Angel began struggling to name the shadow, it gave a downright smug look to Alastor as it leaned into its ear getting scratched. Alastor felt one of his own ears twitch in response.
No. He'd never admit to it. Not in a million years.
In response to the name, the stag momentarily lifted his head to transform back into a shadow version of Alastor, clearly preening at the name...
...and then promptly shoved his very humanoid head back underneath Angel's attentive fingers.
Alastor's ear gave another twitch.
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Angel watched the shadow with dep amusement as it reacted to its new found name. Though it gave Angel pause when its form shifted into a visage of its master. This... this was weird right? Scratching his ears when he's like this? Meh, who cares?
Weird thoughts started to bubble inside that twisted head of his... Could he makeout with a shadow? Probably be like kissing a corpse. Oh! Does that mean he could technically have a three-way with Al? They are the same... So many possibilities.
"I take it that you like it." Angel chuckled as he reached up to double scritch those ears. "Whose a good murder deer, Buckley?"
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In response to Angel's increased affection, the shadow's grin widened. It leaned into the affection, about ready to drape itself all over Angel. Ah, yes. You'd like to be in its spot, master. It knows it.
The other little shadow creatures were starting to get curious, peeking out of their shadows to see what was going on.
Alastor groaned at the queries in his head. His smile tightened as he placed a hand to his head. "One at a time..."
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Angel's rising mood came to an abrupt halt as he heard Alastor muttering to himself. With Buckley leaning into him, no longer obstructing his view from the other demon, he could see something was off about him. Well, more than usual. Damn, most definitely his fault. Guilt again bared down on him for being a horny asshole.
"...You alight, Al?"
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He then cast his gaze towards the darkest parts of the room which had small patches of lighter shadows in sets of two.
"You can come out."
Immediately, little shadow creatures swarmed into the main part of the room, surrounding the duo on the floor, on the ceiling, and even positioned around the bed. They didn't speak a word that Angel could hear but Alastor could hear them loud and clear.
"One at a time," he reminded them. "When you're all chattering at once, it gives me a headache."
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Still looking a bit tense, Angel turned a glance at Alastor, "You can hear them? Man thats gotta.... suck?"
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One of the little creatures wandered over to Alastor to tug on his pant leg.
Alastor looked down. Anyone else wouldn't be able to tell the difference between all the little ones. However, Alastor knew them. "Ah yes. Thank you again for your assistance earlier. All of you."
With that, Alastor held out his hands and summoned a sphere of glowing green power in his hands about the size of a basketball.
The little shadows eagerly swarmed Alastor, each siphoning off some of the orb's magic until none of it remained. They mutely chittered as they enjoyed their "snack".
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Without realizing it, Angel found himself smiling softly as the scene played out. Despite whatever
excusesreasons the other demon had for the things he did, Angel couldn't ignore the facts. Alastor went out of his way to heal him when he was broken and today, he pulled his ass out of the fire. His toy or not, it was still one of the nicest thing someone has done for him.Leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, placing his chin in his palms, Angel lets out a long dreamy sigh. "I can see you have a soft spot for them. Careful now Smiles. What would the others think if they knew you were such a softy?"
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He was a monster that scared the other monsters. He selected the worst of the worst for his meals, passing over those like the lamb demon in the butcher shop. Like a forest fire, his purpose was to burn away the deadwood and allow for new growth. And like a forest fire, nobody liked being around him in case they got burned.
Alastor snorted at Angel's comment, folding his hands neatly in his lap. "No one would ever believe it even if they saw it for themselves. I am the Radio Demon after all."
And as everyone knew the Radio Demon had no heart.
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"Well I know." His tone was even and soft, flashing Al with a sly wink. "But don't worry. Your secret is safe with me. No one would believe me anyways."
A pregnant pause passed between them before Angel realized he was just staring at Al like some love struck high-schooler and he quickly snapped his head away to look intently at the opposing wall. God, he really hated himself right now, burning up inside with embarrassment and instant regret.
He ran a hand through his bangs, laughing nervously. "I ah.... should really clean my self up. I probably look as shitty as I feel. And uh..... thanks... again..."
Smooth.
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