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Angel dragged himself through the main doors from another 16 hour work day. Val had scheduled 4 shoots and prime time at the club. Wincing Angel moved to the bar and slid into the barstool gingerly laying his head on the cool wood. A soft tap made Angel open his eyes, to find a fizzing pink drink set in front of him.
“And how was work today, my effeminate fellow?” Alastor sipped a whiskey neat.
Angel grinned, “Oh you know, just suckin and fuckin my way through hell’s sinners.” Angel tossed back the drink, revealing several dark bruises around his neck.
“That’s wonderful to hear.” Alastor reached his microphone out to hold Angel’s chin up as he analyzed the newest bruises. Unintentionally, Alastor caused Angel to spill the contents all over his fur and miniscule work uniform.
“Ah, fuck Al! What was that for?” Angel spluttered once Alastor removed his cane.
“My dear, who ever did that to you?”
“Smiles, you know where Ah work. Call it an occupational hazard. Now if you don’t mind.” Angel gestured at his wet chest fluff. Alastor cocked his head to one side and snapped his fingers, cleaning the spider demon in seconds. Angel ran a gloved hand through his fluff, smirking seductively up at the Radio Demon.
“Aww looks like Ah’m still dirty, Red.”
“Well that just won’t do.” Alastor states matter of factly, patting the bar top, Angel hops up effortlessly and leans forward for Alastor to inspect. Alastor’s gloved hand cups Angel’s jaw before continuing down the white furred neck, magic healing the bruises as his hand passes over them.
Angel moaned softly as the warm healing touch sank deeper into his chest fluff, “Keep talking dirty, handsome.”
“Dear, I do believe I haven’t said all that much, but I do believe I hear your bed calling. We mustn’t keep the hotel’s star guest.” Alastor tapped his microphone on the floor and teleported both of them out of the lobby bar.
They landed together on a large pillowy bed draped in red sheets with a black comfort on top. Angel laughed and snuggled into Alastor’s chest.
“Now, Mon Ange, shall we begin?” Alastor’s hands carding through Angel’s soft hair making the spider purr in contentment.
Alastor snapped his fingers again swapping their positions so he now sat on top of a belly down naked Angel. Static bust from the old fashion radio as Alastor took in the larger bruises decorating Angels hips and legs. The station was soon replaced with soothing jazz as Alastor picked up a purple bottle of massage oil.
“Must you return to that backwater hellscape tomorrow?” Alastor murmured, warming the massage oil in his hands and started rubbing Angel’s shoulders.
“Mmmm, feels great Handsome.” Angel relaxed under Alastor’s hands, “Val doesn’t have me on the schedule tomorrow, but…” the but hung in the air as Alastor’s hands found a sore spot and began unknotting it, “ooooooo that’s amazing”
Alastor chuckled as he worked, ignoring the tightness in his pants. Alastor generally rubbed a bruise that looked particularly like a bite mark and murmured softly before kissing the spot. Angel shivered under his lips.
“Yah know…I definitely got some sore spots on my other side.” Angel wiggled his butt invitingly causing Alastor to chuckle again.
Alastor continued the massage and moved lower, applying more oil to Angel’s lower back and ass cheeks. Angels groans and moans increase as Alastor maneuvered tight glute muscles into loosening. Alastor leaned forward and gently bit Angel’s hip causing Angel to moan louder.
“Well indeedy, we must address all of your concerns. If you would roll over for me, Cher.” Alastor shifted off the bed and stood enjoying the show as Angel languidly rolled exposing his assets.
Angel ran a pair of hands up into his hair, while his lower arms pushed his chest fluff up and his long slender cock was already standing tall and weeping just a little.
“On your back Cher or I can’t continue,” Alastor chided when Angel continued to lay on his side.
“Ohh, ain’t’cha a spoilsport.'' Angel pouted, but complied. Alastor waited for Angel's arms to return to lying flat on the bed before looming over and leaning close to Angel’s ear.
“No touching for you my dear. Just enjoy.” Angel whimpered softly.
“Sure thang, deer daddy.”
Alastor’s oiled up hands went straight for Angel’s chest fluff, tweeting the nipples hidden underneath. Angel’s hands gripped the sheets as his back arching, trying to get more contact with Alastor’s hands.
“More. More. Pleeeeaaasee.” Angel chants, causing tufted ears on Alastor’s head perk up. Alastor leans closer to Angel’s ear.
“With Pleasure.” he murmurs before wrapping one oiled up hand around Angel’s cock. Angel throws his head back releasing a moan, “Alllll… you’re killing meh here.”
“I don’t think so,” Alastor nipped Angel’s neck teasingly. “You seem very much… alive to me.”
Angel groaned, “I’ve never wanted to be railed so goddamn bad.”
“Not tonight, mon Ange.” Alastor chucked softly. One of Angel’s hands reaches out to rub Alastor’s clothed bulge, but a shadow thick and cool wraps around his wrist, his fingers inches from their goal.
“I do hate repeating myself.” Alastor tightens his hold on Angel’s nipple, causing Angel to moan in pleasure, “This is for your benefit tonight, Mon Ange.” Angel moaned and climaxed in Alastor’s hand as Alastor leaned down and kissed Angel’s temple.
“How are you feeling now, dear?” Alastor snaps himself and Angel clean, snaps again to change them into sleep clothes, before joining Angel on the bed. Angel quickly rolls over and cuddles the Radio Demon.
“Best I’ve had all day long.” Angel kisses Alastor long and hard. When he pulls back he looks back at Alastor’s covered bulge.
“Not today mon Ange. You’ve had a long day, this is enough.” Angel sighed in defeat, and snuggled once more beside Alastor. The tip taps of tiny hooves signals Fat Nuggets arrival as he too jumps up onto the bed and curls up beside Angel.
“‘Got my boys right here, and that’s all Ah need.” Angel murmured before falling asleep. Alastor watched him drift off as he ran his fingers through Angel’s soft hair.
“And soon we’ll get you away from H I M .'' The last word was accompanied with more static and Alastor's horn grew a size bigger for just a moment before Alastor snapped the lights out.
***
Angel woke slowly, stretching languidly, surprised that none of his muscles twinged or arched. He reached out to Alastor’s side of the bed, frowning when it felt only slightly warm to the touch. Yawning Angel sat up, laughing at Fat Nuggets curled up on Alastor’s pillow, a red note folded on the pigs back.
Angel picked up the note:
“Went down to start breakfast. Join us when you’re ready, it is you day off after all - Alastor”
Angel’s stomach growled in anticipation, Alastor’s cooking was always the best! Angel scratched Fat Nuggets’ head before rolling out of bed to get dressed for the day. He picked up his white and pink jacket, but hung it back in the wardrobe, opting for a maroon off the shoulder sweater with pink hearts across the top with a pair of comfy black shorts, and dark maroon knee highs. It was his day off after all. He ran some gel through his hair and chest fluff to keep it in place and just a swipe of mascara and he was ready, which was great since he could already smell cinnamon and apples wafting up from the kitchen.
“You be good,” Angel squeezed Fat Nuggets before setting out his piggy breakfast pellets and pieces of apple, and heading to the kitchen.
Angel opened the door to see everyone already gathered and digging into Cinnamon Bun Waffles. Charlie looked up and grinned at him as she dumped more icing on her waffles, while Vaggie cringed at thought of Charlie’s sugar crash later in the day. Husk already had a bottle of beer sitting beside his plate of syrup drenched waffles, while Niffty was throwing waffles to the egg-bois, much to Sir Pentious’ protest. Angel sighed at how homey the whole thing was.
“AH good to see you up and about, my dear. How did you sleep?” Alastor called with a wave of his spatulas as he pulled out two more waffles. Angel walked over and kissed Alastor’s cheek as he took the plate.
“Sleepin' beauty ain’t Ah, slept like a demon in a feather bed. Who made the coffee?”
“I ssssupposssse that would be me,” Sir Pentious hissed, holding Niffty in his arms before she bit him, “OW!”
“Serves you right! I wouldn’t man handel the staff, if you want to continue ̶̧̯̭̭̹̂̿̔͠b̷̖̫͈̞̭͘r̵̜̟̠̩̣͛̌e̵̡̞͖͈͘ả̶̧̤̉̊͝t̸̼̋h̶̫̍͐̐̕i̴͓͈̔n̴̨̲̩̙͕̅̌̐̊͘ģ̸̠̺͐̐̄͋ ” Alastor’s
eyes turned to radio dials, and Sir Pentious dropped Niffty who scurried away to the top of the refrigerator and hissed at Sir Pentious.
“Well,” Angel stretched, diffusing the situation by crossing to the coffee machine, “I’m making coffee.” punctuating his statement by dumping the dark liquid down the sink drain.
“But!” Sir Pentious started, but he was quickly silenced by Angel’s glare.
“Ah’m making coffee, you can’t call that mouth full’a coffee grinds you make coffee.” Angel stated as he rinsed out the coffee pot and clicked it back into place with one hand and pulled down the coffee beans with another. Sir Pentious picks up one of the Egg-bois and slithers out of the room as Angel reached for the grinder only to find it missing. Vaggie set the coffee grinder down on the counter beside Angel, “I’ll take a cup once you’re done.”
“You got it, sweet heart!” Angel beamed as he accepted the grinder and measured out the right amount of beans, Angel made quick work out of grinding, measuring, filling the water tank and soon he had three cups of expertly brewed coffee. Angel walked to the table placing one up before Vaggie and one in front of Alastor, who had his usual breakfast of venison on his plate. Angel sat down beside Alastor and happily dug into his cinnamon bun waffles, taking a long drag of his coffee he sighed in contentment.
“So what’s the plan today, Char Char?” Angel asked in between bites of delicious waffle.
“OOO I found this 5000 piece puzzle and I thought we could all work as a team to build it!” Charlie exclaimed!
“What’s the picture on the puzzle?” Alastor inquired as he sipped his coffee.
“An army of rubber ducks” Husk chuckled hearing the record scratch as Alastor’s eye twitched.
“Yeah my dad got it for me,” Charlie beamed, Vaggie glared at Alastor who twitched again.
“Aww ain’t he just a sweetie,” Angel set a hand on Alastor’s thigh causing Alastor to cough and take another sip of coffee.
“What about you Angel? It's your day off today right?”
“You bet! I’ve kind of been feeling Venison Bolognese, maybe some Zeppoles for dessert.” Charlie jumped out of her chair cheering, she had developed an Italian food obsession after the first time Angel had made baked ziti. Angel laughed, “Silver lining to having one day a month to myself, right, toots.”
“YES!!!” Charlie cheered and grabbed the top pair of Angel’s hands and looked deep into his eyes, “Let me know if you need ANY help!” Angel laughed and patted her on the head.
“Why don’t you go get the activities ready, I should have some time, while the gravy is cooking to do the puzzle.” Charlie bussed her dishes before pulling Vaggie out with her. Angel finished his waffle and sat back sipping his coffee.
Angel leaned forward toward Husk lower arms pushing up his chest as he rests his chin on top of his top hands. Angel waited for Husk to look up at him before pouting dramatically, “Husky, Can I have the good dry red wineee?”
Husk flattened his ears and narrowed his eyes at Angel, “You don’t gotta whine about it, legs” Husk rose bussed his dishes and retreated to the bar to fulfill Angel’s request.
“Niffty be a dear and go clean something,” Alastor requested not even glancing at the one-eyed housekeeping demoness. Niffty giggled and ziplined her way off the fridge and out the door a hair of sewing needles in her hand. Alastor exhaled and pulled Angel into his lap, Angel chuckled and ran his hands through Alastor’s hair making sure to rub the base of his tufted ears.
“I’m not sure why you and Luci have beef, but you’re adorable.” Alastor chuckled, and shook his head, leaning forward into Angel’s chest fluff.
“It's a long story.”
“Well we got time. All I’m doing today is cookin and bak…” Before Angel could finish his statement a ringing sound came from Angel’s chest fluff. Angel reached a lower hand up into his chest fluff to remove his cell phone. Alastor frowned at his recognizing the ringtone, the room got darker as Alastor’s horns grew. Angel rolled his eyes and sent Val to voicemail and placed the phone back. Angel pulled Alastor’s hair until both men were looking into each other’s eyes.
“I’m not answerin’ him.” Angel stated matter of factly, “it’s my one permanent day off a month.” Angel took two hands on either side of Alastor’s face so the Radio Demon was looking at him, “I’m all yours today,” Angel smirked and leaned into Alastor’s ear, “deer daddy.” Angel punctuated the statement by grinding against Alastor.
“Ah, do you gotta do that here? Dont’ you got a room!” Husk grumbled, a paw over his eyes as he dropped off a large dusty bottle of Pinot Noir on the table and left the room. “OOO,” Angel moved to leave Alastor’s lap to check the bottle, but Alastor held him in place.
“ Mine .”
Angel stroked his head and kissed his hair, then his lips. “Yours, just like your mine, mio cervo.”
Alastor relented and allowed Angel to rise and inspect the red wine. Angel hummed to himself as he crossed the room to the meat locker, pulling out several butcher wrapped packages of venison. The radio on the wall clicked to life playing the classic “Hit the Road Jack” by Ray Charles.
Angel laughed dancing around the kitchen stopping at a cabinet pulling down cans of crushed tomatoes, spices, and red wine vinegar. Alastor stood and stripped off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and started prepping the onions, carrots, and peppers he knew Angel always started with.
“Hit dah road Jack,” Angel sang as his phone buzzed again, Angel chucked the phone into a corner of the kitchen without a second thought as he continued to sing, “an’ don’cha come back, no more, no more.”
Angel hoisted the pot to the stove and got the oil heated before unwrapping the venison and starting the process of grinding it, mixing several seasonings and spices into the meat. Alastor was scrapping the diced vegetables into the pot when a voice broke over the radio, “Are yah decent?” Husk called from the doorway.
Angel smirked and made a popping sound with his mouth, “Oh, just a moment.”
“Oh! Come ON!” Husk grumped with a ruffle of his wings.
“Enter, Husker.” Al called, turning the radio down as Husk entered. Alastor stirred the pot of vegetables and looked up at Husk.
“Niffty got stuck in the upstairs toilet again.” Husk informed them from the doorway.
“Whatever for?” Alastor shook his head, laying the wooden spoon across the pot as he stepped away from the stove so Angel could take over.
“That girl’s is her own brand of crazy.” Angel commented, eyeing the vegetables, “Go fish her out. If you hurry you’ll be in time for the jackpot.” Angel kissed Alastor, and Husk narrowed his eyes on the pair.
“What kind of jackpot?”
“Ah, kitty, get your mind outta the gutta.” Angel tsked waggling the wooden spoon at Hust, “A glass of wine is all ah ment.”
***
“Angel, Pick up this instant!” Valentino screeched into the phone, “You BITCH! If you aren't at the studio in 10 minutes I’m going to come over there and drag you out of that shit hole!” Val hung up the phone and took a drag of his cigarette.
Valentino paced the penthouse, his red smoke billowing around him. He started to text Angel, but deleted it and walked over to Vox’s monitors. Valentino pokes a few buttons, but the TVs chirped back at him claiming he needed a password.
“Since WHEN. KITTTY!” Val yelled, as his Fizziebot danced out and saluted, “GET ME VOX!” As the robot danced away, Valentino called Angel again.
“Angelcakes, this is your popi, I know it's your day off baby, but I need you for the tiniest littlest assignment. Come over to the studio and we can discuss it.” Val ended the call and tried another password on the TVs, this time they chirped and flashed to life.
“Oh Voxxy, so predictable,” Valentino grinned as the camera pulled up was the one outside of that wretched hotel. Valentino flipped through the feeds, they only had four each outside of the building. Valentino broke his phone when he saw Angel dancing in the kitchen window.
“Little cocksucker. You’re going to regret -” Vox slamming open the penthouse doors cut off Valentino’s sentence.
“VAL! How many times do I have to tell you to not touch my things!”