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."
Though he honestly didn't remember most of the week. By switching locations and allowing the despair to fully crush him as he drank himself into a stupor, the pressure his punishments put on him had eased so he could at least return to his new normal routine.
"Could you bring me the washcloth?" he asked awkwardly. "I need to clean my ear."
That was blood in that matted black tip. Still relatively fresh so at least it hadn't been festering for several hours.
Angel's body jerked up straight, his eyes fluttering. Oh shit, he forgot that's the reason why he got that fresh bowl of water for. It totally got lost in the sea of smutty thoughts he was swimming in.
"Oh right, yeah, of course!" Angel jumped to his feet to return to the bathroom for the fourth fucking time to retrieve what he needed. Come on Angel, get your head in the game.
In a flash the spider plopped himself back down with the bowl of warm water in his lap and the fresh towel he had moments earlier was clutched in his hand. He made no indication that he was about to hand them both over as he dipped a small corner of the towel in, getting it wet.
"If I'm being honest... boring as shit. Things are a lot more interesting when you're around... I couldn't stop thinking about you." Angel admitted honestly. During Al's little vacay, Angel could have been getting his mind screwed out of him, but noooo. His stupid face popped up in the spider's mind every fucking time. "Now hold still for me babe."
Alastor's ear twitched each time Angel dabbed at it with the washcloth. Honestly, it did that every time something dripped against it or something poked it. It likely was going to make the job that much more difficult.
"I apologize. I really can't help it."
He reached up to try and stop his ear from twitching. Really, the best thing to do would be to rub it or stroke it. Constant contact would calm the twitching somewhat.
He just...well, his ears were sensitive. And he still remembered the embarrassing moan he'd made the last time Angel had his hands on those fluffy ears.
Twitchy little bastards! Hold the fuck still! Angel was trying his best to be mindful of getting too touchy feely with Alastor but when his ear twitched the one time, flicking back the water back at his face... That was it. No more playing around. It was evident that this was going to be a two hand job. Narrowing his eyes he rewetted the towel and reached up with both hands to keep the floof in place while he stroked Alastor's ear with a vengeance. Take that you twitchy little shit!
"Yeah well.. You didn't think about me at all?" Angel probed. Not even a little? Was the kiss that bad that he refused to think about it.
Angel's question was utterly lost as Alastor melted against him, unable to swallow the moan of utter bliss as Angel stroked it. Instantly, he was putty in Angel's hands, leaning into the stroking and closing his eyes as another soft moan passed his lips.
Oh holy fucking Jesus, what the fuck was that?! Instantly a sudden problem arose at the mere sound as the spider's other self stood at full attention. Praise Lucifer that there was a bowl sitting in his lap to conceal the throbbing issue Angel was experiencing. Sure as hell wouldn't be able to stand for awhile until it sorted itself out. Husker was right, Alastor was his fucking punishment. He needed to get laid, bad.
Well, since Alastor couldn't see anyways, Angel doubled down. Oh he was going to milk every sweet sound out of him while he could. The porn star's hands worked slow and deliberate as if preforming the act on some John. With every soft moan, the fluff of his chest ruffled in excitement, biting down on his lip to choke down one of his own. This was so wrong, but damn it all if it didn't feel so good. He made sure to do a thorough job of cleaning the blood and muck out of Alastor's fur before moving on to the next one.
"Feels real good, sha," Alastor said lazily, his natural accent slipping free.
Oh, he could just stay here for hours having his ears rubbed down like this. Later on he'd be embarrassed at the display and the noises he was making. Right now? Right now his sense of dignity went flying out the window.
He leaned forward, almost falling off the bed in his eagerness to make sure Angel didn't miss a single spot. Oh, that felt so very good...
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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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Though he honestly didn't remember most of the week. By switching locations and allowing the despair to fully crush him as he drank himself into a stupor, the pressure his punishments put on him had eased so he could at least return to his new normal routine.
"Could you bring me the washcloth?" he asked awkwardly. "I need to clean my ear."
That was blood in that matted black tip. Still relatively fresh so at least it hadn't been festering for several hours.
"How were things around here while I was away?"
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"Oh right, yeah, of course!" Angel jumped to his feet to return to the bathroom for the fourth fucking time to retrieve what he needed. Come on Angel, get your head in the game.
In a flash the spider plopped himself back down with the bowl of warm water in his lap and the fresh towel he had moments earlier was clutched in his hand. He made no indication that he was about to hand them both over as he dipped a small corner of the towel in, getting it wet.
"If I'm being honest... boring as shit. Things are a lot more interesting when you're around... I couldn't stop thinking about you." Angel admitted honestly. During Al's little vacay, Angel could have been getting his mind screwed out of him, but noooo. His stupid face popped up in the spider's mind every fucking time. "Now hold still for me babe."
Angel reached up to dab at a blood matted ear.
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Alastor's ear twitched each time Angel dabbed at it with the washcloth. Honestly, it did that every time something dripped against it or something poked it. It likely was going to make the job that much more difficult.
"I apologize. I really can't help it."
He reached up to try and stop his ear from twitching. Really, the best thing to do would be to rub it or stroke it. Constant contact would calm the twitching somewhat.
He just...well, his ears were sensitive. And he still remembered the embarrassing moan he'd made the last time Angel had his hands on those fluffy ears.
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"Yeah well.. You didn't think about me at all?" Angel probed. Not even a little? Was the kiss that bad that he refused to think about it.
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Oh that felt so good...
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Well, since Alastor couldn't see anyways, Angel doubled down. Oh he was going to milk every sweet sound out of him while he could. The porn star's hands worked slow and deliberate as if preforming the act on some John. With every soft moan, the fluff of his chest ruffled in excitement, biting down on his lip to choke down one of his own. This was so wrong, but damn it all if it didn't feel so good. He made sure to do a thorough job of cleaning the blood and muck out of Alastor's fur before moving on to the next one.
"That feel good, babe?" Angel cooed slowly.
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Oh, he could just stay here for hours having his ears rubbed down like this. Later on he'd be embarrassed at the display and the noises he was making. Right now? Right now his sense of dignity went flying out the window.
He leaned forward, almost falling off the bed in his eagerness to make sure Angel didn't miss a single spot. Oh, that felt so very good...
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