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...
Now Alastor was not playing fair. Was he intentionally trying to tease him? Every time the radio host slipped up into this natural accent it did things to Angel. It made him want to shred every stitch of clothing he had and stick that ass out to beg his little bayou beignet to give it to him dirty. Fuck, fuck, fuck... This was getting dangerous. Okay, think about something else to kill his boner.
But then the deer wobbled and Angel reflexively moved to catch him but instead Alastor got a face full of warm fluff. Well, that least that was better than having him fall flat on his nose potentially fucking up all his hard work. Oh, if Al reopened those wounds so help him.... Well, the deer's ears were all cleaned up by now. Angel was just moving into overtime..
Releasing his ears, Angel placed his hands on Alastor's shoulder. "Whoa there, you okay? Don't be fucking up my bandage. Thankfully I broke your fall."
Angel didn't make any attempt to remove Alastor from his chest. The deer could feel the spider's chest vibrate as he chuckled, gently stroking the back of his head with a hand. He still couldn't stand up at the moment so Angel took this time to have the other demon rest peacefully against him.
"No apologies needed, Al." Angel shifted Alastor in his arms so that he was siting more comfortably. "You've been through a lot the past week. You get some rest... There was something I wanted to talk to about but now doesn't seem like a good time. You know... about Christmas."
Alastor relaxed in Angel's grip as the spider stroked his head. He wasn't melting like a good ear scratch but it certainly relaxed him enough that being basically held in Angel's arms wasn't too much of an issue...even with him being basically half-naked.
"You mean the kiss," Alastor murmured.
He supposed that he should've expected that. Still, part of him had wondered if Angel had been sober enough to remember it at all. Given the spider's higher tolerance, he shouldn't have been surprised that he did.
"If you're thinking about apologizing, don't. You were drunk."
So he did know what he was talking about. Well, that was good. But apologize? No, that's not what he wanted to do. Angel lets out a soft sigh, shaking his head.
"I am sorry if I made ya feel uncomfortable, but I don't regret it. Not exactly how I imagined our first kiss to be but it is what it is." Angel paused but his hand kept stroking the deer's head. "You never answered me before. When you were away, did you think of me? Or trying to forget? I got your other gift you left... The note you left sounded like you made up your mind to have one foot already out the door."
It was tempting to deny that he'd left that second gift, but...well, it was obvious it had been from him. Who else would go through literal millennia of contract case records to find a way to break a contract?
He sat quietly for a moment, considering his answer as Angel continued to pet him.
"I didn't intend for it to sound that way. It could take months, years, maybe even decades before your case was heard. The judicial system down here makes the one on Earth look lightning-fast. Given my punishments and the annual Cleanse, I couldn't guarantee I'd be here when your day in court arrived. I wanted you to be fully armed in case you had to represent yourself. That meant making sure you had a counter for every potential argument either Valentino or the court itself threw at you."
Because Lucifer was perfectly willing to let things slide. Look at the state of Hell, after all. But by confronting him with his own past judgments, it would sting his pride to be called out. That meant he'd more carefully consider the arguments and whether or not the contract should be annulled.
"I suppose I didn't think about how it might sound."
"No you didn't." Angel snapped back. The fricking jerk didn't know how fucking worried he had been that he wasn't going to see him again. Husker did little to ease his concerns either. Though looking back... it might have been to spite Alastor a little.
The hand that was petting Alastor's head suddenly stopped. Gingerly Angel reached down to lift the radio demon to sit up right so he was look into his eyes proper. "But Al, I don't want to do this without you. I remember you saying that I was your toy, right? What if I brake again? Or someone else steals me away? You're not going to take responsibly for that?"
"I will do everything in my power to be there," Alastor said. "However, I don't make promises or Deals I'm not sure if I can keep: I can't promise I will be there but I can promise that if I have any say in it, I will."
He held out his hand to Angel.
"And I'd make a Deal to that effect if it'd reassure you."
Green magic swirled about his hand. A contract with the Radio Demon was binding. If Angel had any doubts he would keep his word, the magic would ensure that Alastor would. However, he had every intention of keeping his promise.
Angel stared down at the swirl of green magic. That sight of it gave him slight trepidation being burned in the past but deals and contracts. Not that he thought Alastor was trying to screw him over. It would be Alastor that would be getting the short end of this deal if what he said was true, no other fine print. If Alastor decided not to hold up his end of the bargain, the magic would force him. That thought sort of felt like surrendering his free will which didn't sit well with the starlet. Forcing people just wasn't his style. He wanted Alastor to be free to make his own choice. Something he wished he was given.
Angel shook his head gently batting away the glowing hand. "I don't need no stinkin' Deal. I don't want you to be bound to me by voodoo. I want you to choose to be with me. I trust you'll keep your promise. Although..." Angel's hands lowered to rest on Alastor's thighs as he leans in with a small smirk and a glitter in his eyes. "... if ya want to do something to make it official... How about a kiss to seal the deal?"
The magic dissipated as his hand was moved away. He blinked at Angel's counteroffer.
"...I warn you, I don't have much experience in this field. You should know that from our previous one. But if that will ease your mind..."
Before Angel could say anything, Alastor reached up, pulled Angel's face down, and pressed his lips against Angel's. It was clumsy and he probably applied a bit too much force for this purpose but he wanted Angel to know he was serious.
...And on some level he did wish for a "do over" for that drunken kiss Angel had given him last week. Something in his head to help pretend that perhaps at this hotel was something he'd always wanted but never gotten, not even in life.
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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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But then the deer wobbled and Angel reflexively moved to catch him but instead Alastor got a face full of warm fluff. Well, that least that was better than having him fall flat on his nose potentially fucking up all his hard work. Oh, if Al reopened those wounds so help him.... Well, the deer's ears were all cleaned up by now. Angel was just moving into overtime..
Releasing his ears, Angel placed his hands on Alastor's shoulder. "Whoa there, you okay? Don't be fucking up my bandage. Thankfully I broke your fall."
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"I suppose I'm just tired," Alastor said awkwardly, blush darkening at how he'd acted. How humiliating! "My apologies."
He felt a bit warm. He probably had a small fever due to that larger, partially-infected cut. It'd be gone within a few days. Nothing too severe.
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"No apologies needed, Al." Angel shifted Alastor in his arms so that he was siting more comfortably. "You've been through a lot the past week. You get some rest... There was something I wanted to talk to about but now doesn't seem like a good time. You know... about Christmas."
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"You mean the kiss," Alastor murmured.
He supposed that he should've expected that. Still, part of him had wondered if Angel had been sober enough to remember it at all. Given the spider's higher tolerance, he shouldn't have been surprised that he did.
"If you're thinking about apologizing, don't. You were drunk."
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"I am sorry if I made ya feel uncomfortable, but I don't regret it. Not exactly how I imagined our first kiss to be but it is what it is." Angel paused but his hand kept stroking the deer's head. "You never answered me before. When you were away, did you think of me? Or trying to forget? I got your other gift you left... The note you left sounded like you made up your mind to have one foot already out the door."
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He sat quietly for a moment, considering his answer as Angel continued to pet him.
"I didn't intend for it to sound that way. It could take months, years, maybe even decades before your case was heard. The judicial system down here makes the one on Earth look lightning-fast. Given my punishments and the annual Cleanse, I couldn't guarantee I'd be here when your day in court arrived. I wanted you to be fully armed in case you had to represent yourself. That meant making sure you had a counter for every potential argument either Valentino or the court itself threw at you."
Because Lucifer was perfectly willing to let things slide. Look at the state of Hell, after all. But by confronting him with his own past judgments, it would sting his pride to be called out. That meant he'd more carefully consider the arguments and whether or not the contract should be annulled.
"I suppose I didn't think about how it might sound."
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The hand that was petting Alastor's head suddenly stopped. Gingerly Angel reached down to lift the radio demon to sit up right so he was look into his eyes proper. "But Al, I don't want to do this without you. I remember you saying that I was your toy, right? What if I brake again? Or someone else steals me away? You're not going to take responsibly for that?"
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He held out his hand to Angel.
"And I'd make a Deal to that effect if it'd reassure you."
Green magic swirled about his hand. A contract with the Radio Demon was binding. If Angel had any doubts he would keep his word, the magic would ensure that Alastor would. However, he had every intention of keeping his promise.
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Angel shook his head gently batting away the glowing hand. "I don't need no stinkin' Deal. I don't want you to be bound to me by voodoo. I want you to choose to be with me. I trust you'll keep your promise. Although..." Angel's hands lowered to rest on Alastor's thighs as he leans in with a small smirk and a glitter in his eyes. "... if ya want to do something to make it official... How about a kiss to seal the deal?"
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"...I warn you, I don't have much experience in this field. You should know that from our previous one. But if that will ease your mind..."
Before Angel could say anything, Alastor reached up, pulled Angel's face down, and pressed his lips against Angel's. It was clumsy and he probably applied a bit too much force for this purpose but he wanted Angel to know he was serious.
...And on some level he did wish for a "do over" for that drunken kiss Angel had given him last week. Something in his head to help pretend that perhaps at this hotel was something he'd always wanted but never gotten, not even in life.
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