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There was something comforting about the scent of the other man.
Angel had noticed it almost immediately upon Alastor entering the hotel for the first time. It was light at first. A vague hint of something like peppers and the scent of a warm summer breeze that cascaded over Angel, washing over him like a tide. He had thought perhaps he was imagining it at first. The scent was ever so subtle. Never before had he experienced such a comforting scent. He wanted to bathe himself in it. It was unnerving really and it had taken him a considerable amount of time to realize that it was coming from the alpha who had just entered. Angel swallowed, he didn't have great experiences with alphas. Being one of the most popular omegas in Hell, Angel had only seen the worst of the worst. As it was, there wasn't an alpha he didn't know, or at least he thought there wasn't. Perhaps this Radio Demon wasn't one then, Angel thought to himself. But Angel knew he wasn't a fellow omega and betas never had a scent he could place. Not even amongst other betas. Which left only the one option.
Needless to say, Angel had been warry when Charlie had announced that Alastor would be staying with them at the hotel.
That had been three weeks ago, and Angel had learned quickly that Alastor was not like other alphas. In fact, he was not like any other man Angel had met in life or death.
For one thing, he was entirely disinterested in everything that Angel had to offer. He wasn't interested in his body or the fact that he was an omega and that fact alone fascinated Angel. Who was this alpha who had swept in to save a flailing beta's dream and rescue them all without any interest in anything to do with their star patron who happened to be an omega?
Alphas had paid more money in one night just for a taste of Angel in heat than Angel himself had ever made in life or death.
It was-- refreshing to have a conversation with an alpha who didn't want to pin him down and breed him for the rest of eternity.
And the scent didn't hurt either. Even if it was being mostly suppressed. Angel hadn’t even known alphas could suppress their scent. Most that he had experienced wanted to shove their scent down his throat the second they came into contact with him. It was obnoxious at the best of times but Angel had become accustomed to it. But everything about Alastor had caught him off guard. He was an overlord but he didn’t throw that fact around. He was an alpha, but he did not automatically assume that he was better than everyone, nor did he assume that this fact earned him the right to anyone else’s time or space. Especially Angel's as the only omega staying at the hotel. Nor had he started a fight with the only other alpha in the place, Vaggie. All in all, he was a perfect gentleman.
So it figured Angel’s heat was due.
Angel kept his heats marked on his phone, or rather, his boss kept his heats tracked on his phone on a company calendar that was shared with all of the Vees, along with Angel’s clients for that timeframe. His phone buzzed in his chest fluff, a specific buzz that felt the way a warning siren sounded. Angel hated the buzz. It was bad enough that falling to Hell had changed his appearance, making him the very thing he had feared for so much of his youth, but this was beyond the pale. He loved sex to be sure, but Angel could not remember the last time he had enjoyed a heat. He wanted to lock himself away until it was all over. To hide in the nest in his room along with Fat Nuggets, only to be seen once it was all over. Valentino would have throttled him. It was only by the grace of Satan himself and some medication that made Angel feel ill for days afterward that Angel hadn’t ever actually been impregnated.
He hardly needed to pull out his phone to see the notification, but there was a part of him, a still hopeful despite it all part of him that desperately wanted to believe that somewhere, somehow he might get lucky. That for once in his miserable life, somehow he wouldn’t be booked for the whole of his goddamn heat.
To Angel’s dismay, however, just beneath the notification about his incoming heat was the notification, that a high-value client had booked him for the entirety of his heat. A whole two-week booking. Angel stared, at the notification, and nearly wanted to cry. In seventy-three years there had only been a handful of clients who had been wealthy enough to afford Angel’s company for the entirety of his heat. Usually an overlord and all of them rough customers. Curling up in his bed, Angel willed himself to think of anything other than his upcoming misery. He could only hope that he would be far enough gone that he wouldn’t have to think too much about it. And then it hit him.
Alastor was an alpha, an alpha whose scent he enjoyed, an alpha who was kind to him, an alpha who would never expect anything of him, perhaps he could help him a little. He had the good sense to recognize that it was doubtful that the overlord had any intention of mating with him or anything of the sort, but perhaps if he could scent something for him it would ease his heat. He knew it was a big ask and a rather intimate thing to request, but Angel was desperate and tired. Just desperate and tired enough to make a stupid request of a powerful alpha overlord who could Angel had no doubt completely eviscerate him should he so desire.
Suppose that’s one way to get out of it, Angel thought somewhat recklessly as he pulled himself out of bed. He had been debating how in Hell to phrase the request in the least uncomfortable way possible when he had bumped into the very alpha he had been thinking about. Angel blushed, staring up at the overlord. He swallowed. Had Alastor always looked so strong? Angel wondered. Had his scent always been this intense? Had his teeth always glistened like that? Angel nearly let out a whimper as he stood before the alpha who eyed him. He could see the moment Alastor caught a whiff of his scent, and for a moment Angel felt his heart stop. Alastor hummed, “Are you cooking beignets?” He asked.
Angel blushed. “I… no.”
“Hm,” Alastor thought curiously. “Could have sworn I smelled something vaguely vanilla and sweet wafting from your general person. Reminded me of home.”
Angel only blushed further, he could feel slick pooling between his legs at the sound of the other man’s voice. The crackle of the radio filter was like sheer ecstasy to his ears. “A-actually, I-uh—have somethin’ ta ask ya,” he said, barely able to get the sentence out.
“Oh?” Alastor asked. “Color me intrigued my dear.”
Angel barely resisted the urge to whimper, his mind was running away with him already. Images of begging Alastor to claim him, to breed him into oblivion popped into his head. “I…I… uh…” he cleared his throat and willed himself to concentrate. “I got my uh… h-heat,” he could barely bring himself to say the word.
“Ah,” Alastor noted. “Concerned having an alpha around I take it? I will endeavor to stay as far away from you as…” Angel all but gripped his shoulder.
“Ya sweet, but no. Uh… fuck this is awkward,” Angel said scrubbing his hands through his hair. Alastor raised an eyebrow. “I—got—work,” he admitted. “Some rich fucka bought me out for the heat.”
Alastor eyed him, horrified, “What?”
“I’m used ta it,” Angel admitted, though he was starting to feel out of breath just standing there, and he was sweating profusely. To say nothing of the fact that having his hand on Alastor’s shoulder was making him even more mad with desire and the scent of him seemed to grow even stronger even through his gloves.
“That’s—that’s barbaric!” Alastor said. “And that’s coming from a man who regularly kills and eats people!” Angel was biting his tongue so hard he could taste blood to stop himself from informing Alastor he had something he could eat all right. He shivered pushing away that mental image.
“Ya well, that’s Val fa ya. He owns me, so he tracks mah heats and sells it out ta the highest bidda.”
Alastor looked furious. “That’s unconscionable.”
“I appreciate ya Smiles, but really I was just hopin’—fuck this is so stupid but—see somethin’ about ya makes me feel calmer. I can’ explain it, but ya scent feels like—a warm summa morning back in Brooklyn. I ain’t felt that in a long time, so I was just hopin’ maybe if it wasn’t too much trouble ya could scent somethin’ fa me while I deal with work.”
Alastor blushed at that, “I—I don’t normally ah—allow myself to do such a thing.”
“Ya right, forget I asked, I know s'alot. Sorry if I made ya uncomfortable,” Angel wanted to crawl into a hole and die, but Alastor merely caught hold of his hand.
“I’ll do it.”
Angel felt his whole body lighten. “Ya will?”
Alastor smiled, “While I find this whole affair abhorrent and really I find your boss to be lecherous and frankly worthy of being on my radio program in short order, if I can provide you some form of comfort I shall do so.”
“Th-thanks!” Angel said wrapping his arms around Alastor’s shoulders without even thinking. He hadn’t meant to do it, but somewhere between the scent of the other man, and the kindness he was offering him, Angel had forgotten himself and pulled the other in for a hug.
For a brief moment, Alastor froze, making no effort to hug him back or otherwise to pull himself away. And then, ever so slowly, Angel felt Alastor’s arms wrap around his waist, his claws digging into his hips. Angel whimpered.
“You smell quite intoxicating my dear,” Alastor growled, his voice was lower, Angel was certain of it, and oh how it did things to the spider. Every part of his brain was screaming at him to submit to this alpha, to give him everything and anything, to be bred until he was full of his pups, and just hope and pray to Satan that he would still want Angel when it was all over. To Angel’s dismay, however, Alastor pulled away a moment later. “I’ll just find something to uh—scent for you.”
“Gloves,” Angel suggested.
“Pardon?”
“Spiders, ah… we smell through ah hands, I wear mah gloves so I don’t get too ovawhelmed by scents. But if ya wanted to scent mah gloves, I neva take ‘em off when I’m workin’ so I would still be able ta smell ya.”
Alastor smiled, “That’s quite brilliant.”
“Th-thanks,” Angel worked quickly to remove his gloves and handed them over. For the brief moment that his bare hand touched Alastor’s own, the full scent of him hit Angel like a ton of bricks, and Angel felt slick drip down his thighs. He whimpered. Alastor’s eyes were wide radio dials, a screech of feedback echoed through the air, and Angel was fairly certain his antlers hadn’t been that big just a few moments ago.
“You should go,” Alastor said, though the sound of his voice made it clear it pained him to suggest such a thing.
“Please don’t make me,” Angel all but begged. “I know I’m—damaged goods, but I could be such a good omega for ya,” he pleaded. “I promise. I could make ya tha most beautiful pups and the rarest venison ya eva had.”
Alastor licked his lips. “Angel,” his voice was hoarse and Angel felt the drip even harder.
“P-please, Alastor,” he begged. “I need ya. I want ya. Maybe if ya laid ya claim on me I could—” he shivered. “I’d neva have ta…I don’t want ta be someone else’s plaything.” Alastor growled low in his throat at that, a possessive sound that made Angel whimper on instinct.
“I don’t—like to give into these baser instincts,” Alastor said.
Angel felt as though his heart was being crushed between the alpha’s fingertips, the sting of rejection burned like nothing else he had ever known. He nodded, squeezing his eyes shut, and tried his best not to break down in front of the alpha, but it was so hard. “Come with me,” Alastor said with a growl as he grabbed onto Angel’s arm. The two vanished before Angel knew what was happening, reappearing in Alastor’s room a few moments later. The scent of him was even stronger here, and Angel wanted nothing more than to crawl under the alpha’s covers and live there forever. Alastor was stood at the other side of the room, giving him a wide berth. “You—I don’t—” he shook his head. “No omega has ever smelled to me the way you do now. I have never craved anything the way I crave you.”
Angel felt his heart leap into his throat in excitement at that. “Really?”
“Angel, I don’t—I’ve never—I’m not like other alphas surely you must understand.”
“Oh I do,” Angel said, walking over to him swiftly. “I think that’s why I like ya so much. Ya not like tha others. I feel safe wit ya.”
Alastor blushed, “I don’t think I could ever provide you with—I have no desire for pups.”
“Oh—that’s okay,” Angel said, though it did make him a little sad. “I just—I’d do anythin’ ya wanted.’
Alastor shivered. “Angel,” he sounded breathless like he was fighting a losing battle against himself.
“Please, Alastor.”
“You will never return to that place if I make you mine,” Alastor said firmly. “Valentino will never see you again. That I will ensure. I do not share.”
Angel whimpered, exposing his neck, desperate for the feel of his fangs sinking into his throat, “Please. Claim me.”
Alastor growled, and before either one knew what was happening, he stretched his jaw and clamped down on to Angel’s throat. Angel whimpered and whined. Slick gushed forth from him and he gripped Alastor’s jacket tight, in a desperate bid to keep himself upright. Alastor’s fangs felt like heaven, he felt all at once owned and possessed and like he had finally found his home. Angel sighed happily.
He knew then and there that this would be the best heat of his life, he thought as Alastor pulled him onto the bed and held him tight to his chest.
“A-Al,” Angel sighed, as red clawed fingers traced across his skin, ghosting over his chest fluff. Alastor hummed, burying his face into the fluff.
“You smell divine mon Ange. Truly a vision, a piece of home I had no idea I was missing.”
Angel blushed, carding his fingers through Alastor’s hair, and sighed happily. Alastor kissed his cheek Angel whined. It was all too much. Too good. Too addictive and he never wanted it to end. He only hoped that Alastor could somehow make good on his word and keep him away from Valentino’s clutches once and for all.