Yeah, no. Angel was buying it. The look on his face grew harsher.
"Ya think I'm stupid or something? That cut isn't big enough to cause bleedin' on the other side of your coat, genius. I'm asking you one last time to show me or I'm going in." He raised bother sets of hands. "And you may not like it but I sure will~"
Alastor completely removed his jacket, hoping he could position it over one arm in time before Angel saw the large cut across his ribcage. It had stopped bleeding hours ago but it still hurt like crazy. He hadn't had time to properly clean it and given how filthy Hell was? Well, it was probably at least partially-infected. He hadn't had time to check.
"Jesus fucking Christ Al!" Angel blurts out when the jacket was properly pulled away.
It was bad, of god it was bad. He didn't know what he was expecting but this was far worse than what he was picturing. How the hell was the guy still walking around with an injury like that?! He could smell the bitter scent of dried blood in the air. Before Angel could do or say anything else the elevator dinged as they reached their floor.
Angel's head snapped around to the opening doors. "Close you jacket Al. Let's get you cleaned up ASAP."
Alastor put his jacket back on, glad to once again be covered. Really, it could've been much worse. He'd gotten a little careless this year, however.
He reached into his jacket pocket, gripping the pocket watch tightly. He calmed somewhat. Good. He still had it.
He led the way to his room, flicking a finger to apply a bit of magic to undo the lock. Then he very deliberately turned the knob to the left. He'd boobytrapped the door just in case someone tried to come in to kill him. Niffty was one of the ones who knew the trick to opening it safely.
For the first time, someone other than Niffty got to see the inside of Alastor's room. To be honest, it was a bit sad: It was a standard hotel room. No personal effects to be found. There was a small shrine and a sewing kit on the desk along with a set of heavy red curtains on the window to keep it dark and to make it impossible for a sniper to get a proper shot, but otherwise? It was just another hotel room. If he left tomorrow, it wouldn't look any different.
Alastor did a little bow, managing to bite down the grimace at the action. However, his side shrieked in pain. "After you, my dear."
Angel waited with bated breathe as he watched Alastor cast some magic voodoo shit on the door. He always knew he did something special to keep people out. Trust him, was had a lot of time on his hands and was very bored. He may or might not have tried to sneak a peek inside once or twice when the demon wasn't around. Of course his attempts always ended in failure. So when the door opened he sprung through the doorway to see..! A hotel plain old room? Well, that was rather disappointing but not completely unexpected. With out mobile the radio demon was, why would he bog himself down with junk? Still... it was a bit sad. The only thing of note was the shrine, which Angel had a feeling was more of his voodoo hoodoo shit he knew little about.
Welp, on to the matter at hand. Strolling inside like it was his own room he headed to the bathroom to draw some warm water. Boiling water would have been better but hey, it was better than nothing. Being from a mob family he knew a thing or two about patching people up from getting shot or stabbed.
"Get on the bed and take off your shirts. We gotta wash out that cut." Angel called from the other room. There was no hint of his usually flirty bravado. "Hey Al? You got anything to disinfect?"
"I assure you I can handle myself, Angel. I've had to patch myself up many, many times over the years!"
He gave his biggest grin even as he clutched at his clothes. He didn't want to strip down in front of anybody. In a strange sort of way, his clothes were his armor, his shield. He looked far too thin with his clothes on. Without them...
...well, there were many reasons Alastor didn't like his own reflection.
"Quit your bitchin' and get your skinny ass on the bed." Angel reemerged from the bathroom was bowl of warm water a clean towel.
It was very obvious from the stubborn look on the spider's face that he wasn't going to take no for an answer. You know how fucking worried he was about your dumb ass? Way more than he wanted to admit. This was something he felt like a had to do, what he needed to do. Like hell if he as going to let Alastor kick him out now. Marching over to Alastor's bed, Angel pulled up a chair to stare at him expectantly.
"You want that wound to get more infected? Stop being a stubborn old bastard and take off your damn shirt before more of the dirty fibers get inside the wound." He turned to look away as he placed the bowl on the nightstand, dabbing the towel into the warm liquid. "I'm not leaving. So be a good boy and do what I'm askin' before I do it myself."
Well, this was certainly a side to Angel that Alastor hadn't seen before. It would've been much more entertaining to observe it from the outside as he harangued some other soul.
Alastor slowly, reluctantly removed his jacket again. He hesitated at his shirt. His body was still fully-covered given the long sleeves and high collar, but he just didn't want to do this. It was difficult for him to just remove his bowtie to prepare himself for his shirt.
"...I want you to tell no one what you see," he said sharply.
Angel's head rolled back over to stare at Alastor flatly. The porn star was not impressed. "Don't worry your pretty little head about it. I won't tell anyone. I've seen more naked bodies than I care to count. There ain't nothing to write home about. Now quit stalling and strip."
He pats the bed in front of him, the spider's patience was growing thin. But no, let the deer move at his own pace. Any sexy thoughts of seeing Alastor without his shirt on were the last thing on his mind. He genuinely wanted to help patch him up. Maybe those thoughts would happen to sprout in his mind later after the fact but.... Now was not that time.
Alastor sat down on the edge of the bed and slowly removed his shirt. He barely held in a grimace as the edges of the fabric were pulled free from the wound, opening it back up a bit. A little bit of what might have been pus came with it.
He gripped the edge of the bed tightly, glaring down at the floor so he didn't give in to his instinct to bolt into the bathroom.
Beneath his clothing, Alastor was skin pulled taught over a thin skeleton. Part of his punishment for gluttony, for consuming the flesh of other humans. It went perfectly with his inability to ever really satisfy the eternal hunger he suffered from.
But the absolute worst part was the scars.
There was hardly any of his original skin left visible. They crisscrossed over one another, new ones stacking on top of the old. Some had a faint white glow to them, evidence of near misses with angel weaponry. But the most numerous scars, the oldest scars, were bite and claw marks as if he'd been eaten alive. (He hadn't been but only because the dogs' owner had shown mercy in putting him out of his misery.)
There wasn't even a twitch on Angel's face when Alastor shirt was pulled free, revealing what was underneath. Man... he could see why the radio demon didn't want him to say anything. Angel always could tell that the deer was wicked thin under his clothes, but in his many fantasies, to which there was many, he never imagined how badly scarred he was. Were these all caused by people after his death? Just shows much he was hated and feared. It made him... sad. But damn, if he said that scars weren't sexy he would be lying. Okay fine, there was one sexy thought. What? He was only human!
Angel adjusted his seat so that Alastor was firmly between his legs. Gingerly he reached out to pick up Alastor's arm on his badly wounded side to rest it on his shoulder. "Put your arm here. It'll get tired if you hold it up by yourself while I wash out that wound. Now this might sting."
The spider cautioned as he took the damp towel to start wiping the skin around the wound first, clearing it of blood and debris.
Alastor tensed but didn't remove his arm from Angel's shoulder. Instead, he kept his gaze focused on the floor...which meant looking between Angel's legs. Urgh. This was so awkward...
"Thank you, Angel."
It was for more than just cleaning his wounds. It was also for not saying something about his scars or his body. He was embarrassed enough.
Angel silently smiled to himself, continuing to carefully wash the skin around the open wound. This was a huge gesture, the spider thought. He was one of the privileged few to see the great and powerful radio demon like this. Alastor trusted him. Though he wished it was under better circumstances.
"Don't thank me quite yet. We're not at the good part." Angel chuckled to himself, rinsing off the blood soaked rag before moving in to clean out the more tender parts. "You really got roughed up. What happened out there?"
"I got careless for a moment," Alastor admitted slowly. He blindly reached out to take the pocket watch from his shadow. "When one of the angels tore a hole in my coat, it opened up a hole in my pocket. I almost lost my watch."
He clutched the timepiece tightly in his claws.
"I should've just circled back for it, but I wasn't thinking clearly in that moment. I avoided the worst of it at least."
Angel's hands fumbled, his eyed fluttering up to stare at Alastor. He could feel his jaw go slack as his heart sunk in his chest. It was his fault he got hurt. If he didn't give him that stupid present, Alastor wouldn't have risked his life over a stupid piece of metal.
Lowering the towel back into the bowl, Angel bowed his head. "Why would ya risk your life over something like that? God dammit. Even when I'm not there, I find ways of hurtin' ya. It was my gift that cause you to get hurt."
"No, it was my own fault," Alastor said bluntly. "I told you that your gift meant a lot to me. I should've left it where I was staying instead of risking it. I'll know better for next time."
"You better." Angel snapped back, bring the warm towel back up the wound to press a little more firmly than he had been. Though not too roughly to actually hurt him. That would be counter productive. "I would never forgive myself if you got yourself killed over something I gave you. Things can be replaced. You're not."
The spider added softly. It took a bit of delicate cleaning but that side was really messed up. Angel did the best he could to wash the tender flesh from all the impurities before he moved on the other side. He did the same thing with the deer's arm resting it on his shoulder to clear the other injury. Thankfully it wasn't as bad as the other one and he made quick work of it. When he was pleased with his handy work he reached up to lower the deer's arms from his shoulders.
"Sit tight, I'll be right back. Be careful not to bump your arms against your wounds. I'll kill ya if you undo all my work." Angel shot him a stern look before he disappeared into the bathroom again.
From his spot on the bed, Alastor could hear the sound of running water and the click of bottles as the starlet searched for something in the cabinets. The water cuts off followed by a slam of a small wooden door as Angel walked back out. In his hands he held a roll of gauze and a brown glass bottle in the other. His lower hands carried back out a fresh towel and a new bowl of warm hotel water.
Sitting back down Angel looked up at him. "Alright toots, both hands up this time."
Alastor endured the continued cleaning, periodically twitching as a spike of pain rocketed up and down his body. However, he didn't utter a sound, not even a slight increase in static. Swallow it down. He could handle a little pain.
He could've used a whiskey to help with that though.
"I'll be more careful with the watch."
He would still keep it on him, but he wouldn't take it out when he knew he was going to be doing something dangerous. He'd learned his lesson.
He lifted his arms up to rest them on Angel's shoulders, practically hugging the spider's neck. He focused on a spot over Angel's shoulders even as he felt his cheeks turn red. This really was embarrassing. Honestly with his shadow's help he could patch himself up rather nicely. It wasn't the first time he'd had to sew his own wounds closed, after all. He'd gotten really good at it over time, too.
Still, he kept quiet. If he suggested it, he knew Angel would snap at him again. Right now he just...didn't want a fight.
No resistance this time? My my, look who was being obedient. Looks like the deer finally knew how persistent the spider would have been if he rejected his orders. Better to give in than to fight. The change in color in Alastor's cheeks caught Angel's eye as the other demon rested his arms around him. That was a new look. He didn't even know he was capable of making such a face. It was ridiculously adorable. But the porn star kept to himself, storing that mental image away for later.
Wrapping a bit of gauze around his hand to make a pad, he popped open the bottle to soak the cloth. "Brace yourself. This is goin' to burn."
Again he warned before placing the gauze pad again the open wound. Switching to his secondary hand to hold the pad in place, he repeated the process for the smaller cut. Holding both in place with his lower arms, he scooted closer to start wrapping up the radio demon's chest. Every time Angel passed the roll around the backside his body rocked forward getting dangerously close, the soft fur of the porn star's tits brushed up against his bare skin. With every pass of the roll, it repeated. Man, if Al wasn't beat to Hell and back, this would have been so hot. But Angel said nothing.
"This brings back memories..." Angel mused as he bobbed back and forth. "Sometimes I had to patch up some of the boys back when I was alive. Ya know, with the illegal activities you really couldn't show up at a hospital. A lot of back alley stitch ups."
"Fortunate for me that you have practice then." Alastor's smile tightened and he sucked in a quick breath at a sudden spike of pain. But he didn't cry out, didn't scream. "After I was old enough to do it myself, I always had to patch myself up."
Sometimes his victims hadn't gone quietly. Fortunately, nothing too serious had happened while he was alive. He didn't do overkill. Quick and neat was his style of kill. Something that left as little mess as possible. For all anyone knew, his victims simply got up one day and left.
"Coming down here I had to learn a few more tricks. You can probably see some of my early handiwork here and there."
Old, ugly scars with awkward stitching as he'd struggled to sew together flesh instead of fabric.
"Very lucky for you~ Havin' multiple hands make things go a bit smoother. I would have loved to see a little Al with scuffed up knees. Musta been real cute." Angel teased, continuing to wrap Alastor up.
You heard the man, he was given explicit permission to ogle his body. Finishing up the bandage, Angel tucked the loose end into the other layer and made sure it was snug. Leaning back with Al's arms still wrapped around him, the spider took his sweet time to pay closer attention to all the different shapes and sizes of the crisscrossing scars. Just as he said, he could tell which ones were most likely preformed by unskilled hands. But the one that stood at the most was the strange bite mark. It just... didn't fit in with the others. Also it looked like the oldest. Maybe even his first. The hand that tied off the gauze rested on the deer's pec, fingertips drumming against his skin.
"I know a few guys that find scars sexy." Him. Oh god it was him.
Scuffed up knees had been the least of his problems, but Alastor bit his tongue. Instead, he glanced towards Angel before refocusing behind the spider.
Then came that last comment which caused him to go cherry red, the skin between his scars matching his face.
"W-well, I doubt anyone would find this attractive!" He gave a harsh laugh, ears twitching erratically in his embarrassment. Angel's hand on his pectoral didn't help. "May...may I put my arms down now?"
"Oh Al, don't say that. I'm sitting right here." Angel flashed Alastor's his pearly whites. Its him, he was talking about him.
So, you know that there was a time and place to think about sexy thoughts? Yeah, now was that time. With the immediate threat of Alastor dying on him gone and that sinfully adorable flustered look on the deer's face broke him. He wanted to trace every outline of his scars with his fucking tongue and lick him like an icecream cone. Would all of his body flush red like his face right now? Seeing Alastor alive and... some what well redirected his anxiety towards wanting to throw his plush body against that bony chest, and ride him until his damn hips broke. If he learned one thing while he was alive and in his shitty afterlife, moments were fleeting and life and death was short. You have to snatch things while you could. But....
He couldn't. It would be a complete betrayal of the deer's fragile trust that he had in him. If the porn star tried anything now while he was being this raw and vulnerable with him, that would be that. Angel bit down on his lower lip, the fingers that drummed Alastor's chest coiled back into a fist. You're just helping him, you're just helping him. Fighting the lustful sinner inside him back, Angel withdrew his hand back to his own lap getting one last eyeful of Alastor exposed torso to look away.
"You can if you want. I'm done here. Did the best I could." Angel said simply.
There was something mesmerizing in the way that Angel was looking at him right now. It held Alastor's attention, like a snake mesmerizing its prey. Was this what the fly felt when it realized it'd been caught in the spider's web?
His heart thudded loudly in his chest, and it was a miracle that Angel didn't comment on it. Upon getting permission, he slowly, tentatively removed his arms from around Angel's neck.
He cleared his throat, ear twitching at the sudden flustered feedback he produced. "I, ehm, thank you. You're very good at this. Patching up others, I mean. I'm surprised you didn't become a nurse!"
Supreme Creator, he was babbling like it was his first night on the radio.
When the weight of Alastor's arms was lifted from his shoulders, Angel leaned up to free up the space between them. One to look totally causal as if he wasn't just thinking of rocking the radio demon's world. And two, to reveal the lingering temptation of wanting to act on said thoughts. Fuck, was this character growth? It sucked ass.
"Ya, that wasn't really in the cards for me. Being from a crime family and all. Though that would have really grind my father's gears. His queer son doing woman's work." Angel laughed to himself crossing his arms. "I do have an outfit for clients that have a nurse kink." Suddenly his grin turned vile again. "I could be your little nurse until you're all better, Smiles~"
Letting that simmer for a moment, Angel rose to his feet to carry the supplies he used to patch Al back where he found them in that small bathroom. He needed a moment to breathe, being grateful that Alastor couldn't see the look on his face right now. Stalling for a bit of time but not too long to arouse suspicion he came back out to rejoin the shorter demon. When he sat down down, there was calm air about him.
"I hope your time alone provided what you needed."
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"Ya think I'm stupid or something? That cut isn't big enough to cause bleedin' on the other side of your coat, genius. I'm asking you one last time to show me or I'm going in." He raised bother sets of hands. "And you may not like it but I sure will~"
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Alastor completely removed his jacket, hoping he could position it over one arm in time before Angel saw the large cut across his ribcage. It had stopped bleeding hours ago but it still hurt like crazy. He hadn't had time to properly clean it and given how filthy Hell was? Well, it was probably at least partially-infected. He hadn't had time to check.
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It was bad, of god it was bad. He didn't know what he was expecting but this was far worse than what he was picturing. How the hell was the guy still walking around with an injury like that?! He could smell the bitter scent of dried blood in the air. Before Angel could do or say anything else the elevator dinged as they reached their floor.
Angel's head snapped around to the opening doors. "Close you jacket Al. Let's get you cleaned up ASAP."
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Alastor put his jacket back on, glad to once again be covered. Really, it could've been much worse. He'd gotten a little careless this year, however.
He reached into his jacket pocket, gripping the pocket watch tightly. He calmed somewhat. Good. He still had it.
He led the way to his room, flicking a finger to apply a bit of magic to undo the lock. Then he very deliberately turned the knob to the left. He'd boobytrapped the door just in case someone tried to come in to kill him. Niffty was one of the ones who knew the trick to opening it safely.
For the first time, someone other than Niffty got to see the inside of Alastor's room. To be honest, it was a bit sad: It was a standard hotel room. No personal effects to be found. There was a small shrine and a sewing kit on the desk along with a set of heavy red curtains on the window to keep it dark and to make it impossible for a sniper to get a proper shot, but otherwise? It was just another hotel room. If he left tomorrow, it wouldn't look any different.
Alastor did a little bow, managing to bite down the grimace at the action. However, his side shrieked in pain. "After you, my dear."
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Welp, on to the matter at hand. Strolling inside like it was his own room he headed to the bathroom to draw some warm water. Boiling water would have been better but hey, it was better than nothing. Being from a mob family he knew a thing or two about patching people up from getting shot or stabbed.
"Get on the bed and take off your shirts. We gotta wash out that cut." Angel called from the other room. There was no hint of his usually flirty bravado. "Hey Al? You got anything to disinfect?"
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He gave his biggest grin even as he clutched at his clothes. He didn't want to strip down in front of anybody. In a strange sort of way, his clothes were his armor, his shield. He looked far too thin with his clothes on. Without them...
...well, there were many reasons Alastor didn't like his own reflection.
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It was very obvious from the stubborn look on the spider's face that he wasn't going to take no for an answer. You know how fucking worried he was about your dumb ass? Way more than he wanted to admit. This was something he felt like a had to do, what he needed to do. Like hell if he as going to let Alastor kick him out now. Marching over to Alastor's bed, Angel pulled up a chair to stare at him expectantly.
"You want that wound to get more infected? Stop being a stubborn old bastard and take off your damn shirt before more of the dirty fibers get inside the wound." He turned to look away as he placed the bowl on the nightstand, dabbing the towel into the warm liquid. "I'm not leaving. So be a good boy and do what I'm askin' before I do it myself."
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Alastor slowly, reluctantly removed his jacket again. He hesitated at his shirt. His body was still fully-covered given the long sleeves and high collar, but he just didn't want to do this. It was difficult for him to just remove his bowtie to prepare himself for his shirt.
"...I want you to tell no one what you see," he said sharply.
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He pats the bed in front of him, the spider's patience was growing thin. But no, let the deer move at his own pace. Any sexy thoughts of seeing Alastor without his shirt on were the last thing on his mind. He genuinely wanted to help patch him up. Maybe those thoughts would happen to sprout in his mind later after the fact but.... Now was not that time.
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He gripped the edge of the bed tightly, glaring down at the floor so he didn't give in to his instinct to bolt into the bathroom.
Beneath his clothing, Alastor was skin pulled taught over a thin skeleton. Part of his punishment for gluttony, for consuming the flesh of other humans. It went perfectly with his inability to ever really satisfy the eternal hunger he suffered from.
But the absolute worst part was the scars.
There was hardly any of his original skin left visible. They crisscrossed over one another, new ones stacking on top of the old. Some had a faint white glow to them, evidence of near misses with angel weaponry. But the most numerous scars, the oldest scars, were bite and claw marks as if he'd been eaten alive. (He hadn't been but only because the dogs' owner had shown mercy in putting him out of his misery.)
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Angel adjusted his seat so that Alastor was firmly between his legs. Gingerly he reached out to pick up Alastor's arm on his badly wounded side to rest it on his shoulder. "Put your arm here. It'll get tired if you hold it up by yourself while I wash out that wound. Now this might sting."
The spider cautioned as he took the damp towel to start wiping the skin around the wound first, clearing it of blood and debris.
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"Thank you, Angel."
It was for more than just cleaning his wounds. It was also for not saying something about his scars or his body. He was embarrassed enough.
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"Don't thank me quite yet. We're not at the good part." Angel chuckled to himself, rinsing off the blood soaked rag before moving in to clean out the more tender parts. "You really got roughed up. What happened out there?"
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He clutched the timepiece tightly in his claws.
"I should've just circled back for it, but I wasn't thinking clearly in that moment. I avoided the worst of it at least."
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Lowering the towel back into the bowl, Angel bowed his head. "Why would ya risk your life over something like that? God dammit. Even when I'm not there, I find ways of hurtin' ya. It was my gift that cause you to get hurt."
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The spider added softly. It took a bit of delicate cleaning but that side was really messed up. Angel did the best he could to wash the tender flesh from all the impurities before he moved on the other side. He did the same thing with the deer's arm resting it on his shoulder to clear the other injury. Thankfully it wasn't as bad as the other one and he made quick work of it. When he was pleased with his handy work he reached up to lower the deer's arms from his shoulders.
"Sit tight, I'll be right back. Be careful not to bump your arms against your wounds. I'll kill ya if you undo all my work." Angel shot him a stern look before he disappeared into the bathroom again.
From his spot on the bed, Alastor could hear the sound of running water and the click of bottles as the starlet searched for something in the cabinets. The water cuts off followed by a slam of a small wooden door as Angel walked back out. In his hands he held a roll of gauze and a brown glass bottle in the other. His lower hands carried back out a fresh towel and a new bowl of warm hotel water.
Sitting back down Angel looked up at him. "Alright toots, both hands up this time."
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He could've used a whiskey to help with that though.
"I'll be more careful with the watch."
He would still keep it on him, but he wouldn't take it out when he knew he was going to be doing something dangerous. He'd learned his lesson.
He lifted his arms up to rest them on Angel's shoulders, practically hugging the spider's neck. He focused on a spot over Angel's shoulders even as he felt his cheeks turn red. This really was embarrassing. Honestly with his shadow's help he could patch himself up rather nicely. It wasn't the first time he'd had to sew his own wounds closed, after all. He'd gotten really good at it over time, too.
Still, he kept quiet. If he suggested it, he knew Angel would snap at him again. Right now he just...didn't want a fight.
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Wrapping a bit of gauze around his hand to make a pad, he popped open the bottle to soak the cloth. "Brace yourself. This is goin' to burn."
Again he warned before placing the gauze pad again the open wound. Switching to his secondary hand to hold the pad in place, he repeated the process for the smaller cut. Holding both in place with his lower arms, he scooted closer to start wrapping up the radio demon's chest. Every time Angel passed the roll around the backside his body rocked forward getting dangerously close, the soft fur of the porn star's tits brushed up against his bare skin. With every pass of the roll, it repeated. Man, if Al wasn't beat to Hell and back, this would have been so hot. But Angel said nothing.
"This brings back memories..." Angel mused as he bobbed back and forth. "Sometimes I had to patch up some of the boys back when I was alive. Ya know, with the illegal activities you really couldn't show up at a hospital. A lot of back alley stitch ups."
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Sometimes his victims hadn't gone quietly. Fortunately, nothing too serious had happened while he was alive. He didn't do overkill. Quick and neat was his style of kill. Something that left as little mess as possible. For all anyone knew, his victims simply got up one day and left.
"Coming down here I had to learn a few more tricks. You can probably see some of my early handiwork here and there."
Old, ugly scars with awkward stitching as he'd struggled to sew together flesh instead of fabric.
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You heard the man, he was given explicit permission to ogle his body. Finishing up the bandage, Angel tucked the loose end into the other layer and made sure it was snug. Leaning back with Al's arms still wrapped around him, the spider took his sweet time to pay closer attention to all the different shapes and sizes of the crisscrossing scars. Just as he said, he could tell which ones were most likely preformed by unskilled hands. But the one that stood at the most was the strange bite mark. It just... didn't fit in with the others. Also it looked like the oldest. Maybe even his first. The hand that tied off the gauze rested on the deer's pec, fingertips drumming against his skin.
"I know a few guys that find scars sexy." Him. Oh god it was him.
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Then came that last comment which caused him to go cherry red, the skin between his scars matching his face.
"W-well, I doubt anyone would find this attractive!" He gave a harsh laugh, ears twitching erratically in his embarrassment. Angel's hand on his pectoral didn't help. "May...may I put my arms down now?"
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So, you know that there was a time and place to think about sexy thoughts? Yeah, now was that time. With the immediate threat of Alastor dying on him gone and that sinfully adorable flustered look on the deer's face broke him. He wanted to trace every outline of his scars with his fucking tongue and lick him like an icecream cone. Would all of his body flush red like his face right now? Seeing Alastor alive and... some what well redirected his anxiety towards wanting to throw his plush body against that bony chest, and ride him until his damn hips broke. If he learned one thing while he was alive and in his shitty afterlife, moments were fleeting and life and death was short. You have to snatch things while you could. But....
He couldn't. It would be a complete betrayal of the deer's fragile trust that he had in him. If the porn star tried anything now while he was being this raw and vulnerable with him, that would be that. Angel bit down on his lower lip, the fingers that drummed Alastor's chest coiled back into a fist. You're just helping him, you're just helping him. Fighting the lustful sinner inside him back, Angel withdrew his hand back to his own lap getting one last eyeful of Alastor exposed torso to look away.
"You can if you want. I'm done here. Did the best I could." Angel said simply.
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His heart thudded loudly in his chest, and it was a miracle that Angel didn't comment on it. Upon getting permission, he slowly, tentatively removed his arms from around Angel's neck.
He cleared his throat, ear twitching at the sudden flustered feedback he produced. "I, ehm, thank you. You're very good at this. Patching up others, I mean. I'm surprised you didn't become a nurse!"
Supreme Creator, he was babbling like it was his first night on the radio.
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"Ya, that wasn't really in the cards for me. Being from a crime family and all. Though that would have really grind my father's gears. His queer son doing woman's work." Angel laughed to himself crossing his arms. "I do have an outfit for clients that have a nurse kink." Suddenly his grin turned vile again. "I could be your little nurse until you're all better, Smiles~"
Letting that simmer for a moment, Angel rose to his feet to carry the supplies he used to patch Al back where he found them in that small bathroom. He needed a moment to breathe, being grateful that Alastor couldn't see the look on his face right now. Stalling for a bit of time but not too long to arouse suspicion he came back out to rejoin the shorter demon. When he sat down down, there was calm air about him.
"I hope your time alone provided what you needed."
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