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5 Days Before Christmas
The gentle tunes of jazz music filled the room as Alastor poured two glasses of wine, humming along to the music that played from his radio. He wasn’t dressed as he usually was, his suit jacket was hung up neatly on a brass coatrack beside his bedroom door. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing the entirety of his forearms and showing off how his skin turned black at his hands. He almost never dressed like this, but he’d been told several times by Angel that he liked it when Alastor dressed like this, so he did around him.
Just as Angel crossed his mind, Alastor’s ear twitched to the sound of Alastor’s door opening. He turned his head towards the door and he saw Angel step in, being a little subtle about it. Angel closed the door behind him and gave a sweet, slightly sultry smile to Alastor. “Hey there, handsome.”
“Welcome, Angel!” Alastor greeted with a grin, feeling his heart get a little lighter seeing Angel Dust enter his room. Angel walked across the room, leaning down and planting a kiss on Alastor’s cheek. Alastor couldn’t help but blush as a result, he was still learning how to control his body’s responses to Angel’s affection. “That wine for us, suga?” He spoke in such a flirty, sweet tone. Alastor felt one of Angel’s hands on his upper arm and one going to his head, resting at the base of his ear, it seemed to be a favorite spot of his to touch.
Angel was very touchy, and it took a long time for Alastor to adjust but he had grown accustomed to it. He knew that if he truly did not want to be touched, he could tell Angel and he would respect that. Alastor had definitely discovered that he didn’t mind certain kinds of physical affection, as long as they came from Angel.
“It is.” Alastor responded, handing Angel one of the glasses.
“Thanks, Smiles.” He gently clinked his wine glass against Alastor’s and took a sip. “This is pretty good.” He smiled.
“I thought so too.” Alastor took a sip on it himself. It was quite bitter which he enjoyed, but it also had some sweet undertones that he knew Angel would enjoy. He took Angel’s hand lightly and walked him over to the two chairs in front of his fireplace. He snapped his fingers and a brilliant green flame illuminated. They sat across from each other and enjoyed their wine by the warmth of the fire.
Alastor gazed over at Angel, seeing the dancing green flames illuminate his features. He stared solemnly into his wine glass, held tightly by both hands. There was something deep in those magenta eyes that Alastor couldn’t quite place. “Something the matter?” He asked, getting Angel’s attention back.
“Yeah.” Angel smiled, a faint blush forming on his cheeks. “Just…not used to this kinda stuff. Not really used to the…gentlemanly treatment.” Alastor wasn’t oblivious when it came to the normal treatment Angel received from both Valentino and his clients. It irked Alastor beyond what any words could form, he wanted nothing more than to rip Valentino to shreds, to tear him limb from limb and put his screams of agony on a loop for all of eternity so that Vox could never escape the screams of his lover.
He wouldn’t even taste Valentino’s flesh, he had to imagine that vile moth was putrid inside and out. The thoughts filled Alastor with a deep hunger, spreading warmth across his chest as he imagined the carnage he’d cause once he got his claws on Valentino. To liberate Angel Dust once and for all, to claim Angel as his. That last thought snuck up on him, it had been something he had been desperately trying to suppress but the possessiveness he felt over Angel just got stronger with each day, it was becoming unbearable watching him leave for work each night; knowing that any number of horrific demons were doing God knows what to him.
“Helloooo, Al?” Alastor noticed Angel waving his hand slightly. He shook his head and refocused on Angel Dust. “Ya good? You were spacing out there, gettin’ that creepy stare you get when you daydream.”
“My apologies.” Alastor felt a little ashamed that he had gotten so distracted in Angel’s company. It was not the proper thing to do.
“S’all good.” Angel sipped his wine again. “I was just saying how its nice…” He glanced towards the fire, the dancing flames reflected in his gaze. “Not having to worry about sex for once. I don’t have to put on some…stupid slutty act around you. It’s so nice knowing that you’re not with me just for sex. You actually want to be around me…”
Alastor listened this time, he hadn’t realized Angel felt this way about their little…relationship, whatever it may be since their Thanksgiving kiss a month ago. The subject of sex between them hadn’t really happened, though it had crossed Alastor’s mind. It was true that he felt no kind of desire or need to have sex, but he wasn’t completely repulsed to the idea of it. He’d found himself enjoying more things than he thought he would while being with Angel, enjoying certain tender touches and moments that he’d surely break the bones of any other demon who tried.
“I hope you don’t…” Angel put a hand on the back of his head, stumbling over his words a little. “I hope you don’t think that’s all I want. I know how I act and joke around ya, but I would never try and do something you don’t want.”
“Darling, it is quite impossible for you or anyone else to force me to do things I don’t want to do.” Alastor assured him. “This is all very new to me, and you have been nothing more than patient with me. You need not do anything else than to be yourself.”
He noticed Angel’s eyes widened a little bit and he blushed deeply. “Wow.” Angel clearly tried to laugh off how flustered he was. “You sure have a way with words.” Alastor found great satisfaction in getting Angel flustered like this, especially since he really didn’t know how to “flirt.”
Angel blushed more, clearly looked more flustered as he sipped his wine. Alastor’s ear twitched at the sound of a chime coming from Angel’s phone. Normally Angel didn’t check his phone while he was with Alastor, but from what he had explained that particular chime meant that the message was from Charlie. Angel picked up his phone and read over what the princess had said. “Charlie wants us all to meet in the parlor.”
“I wonder what for.” Alastor finished off his glass of wine and stood up to retrieve his coat, buttoning it up and securing his bowtie.
“I can wager a guess.” Angel stood up after finishing his wine as well.
“Do tell.” Alastor gazed at Angel curiously.
“Well she did all that Thanksgivin’ stuff last month. She’s been reaaaal hypefocused on human holidays so if I had to guess, she’s going to want us to do something for Christmas.”
Christmas was not something that Alastor had really thought about in a long time. “That could certainly be a possibility.”
“Guess we’ll find out.” Angel shrugged then glanced over at Alastor with a slight shy expression. “Can I kiss ya?”
“You may.” Alastor gave a small nod in approval and Angel gave a pleased smile, leaning down to kiss Alastor. Kissing was something that Alastor had grown quite fond of, he enjoyed the feeling of Angel’s lips on his own, he enjoyed tenderly touching Angel’s soft fur and he liked the quiet, satisfied noises Angel would make.
The kiss only lasted a few moments, Angel lightly rubbing the base of Alastor’s ears as always before stepping back, his eyes bright. “I’ll see you down there.” He moved a little faster towards the door and quickly left before he could say much else.
Alastor narrowed his eyes noting this behavior as well had been something Angel had been keeping up and he really wasn’t sure of the reason. The two of them had not yet come out publicly about their courting to the others, and while Alastor was slightly apprehensive about it he hadn’t expected Angel to be as well. It confused him, but the last time Alastor questioned it Angel had simply brushed him off.
Alastor didn’t spend too much time dwelling on it, he didn’t think it would be that big of an issue. He glanced at their wine glasses a moment, he decided to leave them there for now and snapped his fingers to extinguish the fire before vanishing into the shadows and making his way to the parlor where Charlie and the others had been waiting.
He noticed that Charlie was wearing a festive looking sweater. It was bright red with black and white lambs across it and some apple patterns. Vaggie was also wearing a similarly festive sweater, sitting on the couch while Charlie stood in the center. This was all too similar to her Thanksgiving proposal so he was certain that Angel’s theory was correct.
“Of course, dear.” Alastor sat down in one of the chairs, holding his staff close and crossing his legs. “Wouldn’t want to keep everyone waiting!”
As Alastor spoke, Angel Dust walked into the room, giving a sweet look to Alastor before sitting beside Husk. He gave a flirty wave, waggling his fingers to Husk who just groaned. Alastor hated this. He felt a very sharp sense of irritation and anger burning in his chest and his jaw tightened.
“So what’s all this about, princess?” Angel asked, crossing his legs as well. Alastor didn’t think he noticed his reaction.
“We have one more person we’re waiting on!” Charlie looked at her phone. “Should be here any second…”
“Who did you—”
Before Angel could finish his sentence the front door flew open. “Whaddup, cunts?” Alastor leaned over the edge of the chair, twisting his head around to see that Cherri Bomb had entered the hotel. Thankfully, without destroying it.
“Cherri?” Angel looked up in surprise, getting a genuine smile. “What’re you doin’ here babe?”
“Princess invited me over.” Cherri walked into the parlor, sitting down on the arm of the chair beside Angel.
“After our little Thanksgiving party, I decided Cherri should come by again!”
“Yeh, I figured it was pretty fun. So I gave my number and here we are.”
“Always glad to see you, bitch.” Angel winked at her. Alastor did not feel any envy at this action, he didn’t view Cherri in that kind of light and he knew Angel didn’t either.
“So why did you drag us all back here?” Husk spoke up with a grumble.
“Wellll…” Charlie’s eyes sparkled, she was practically bouncing up and down on her heels. “We all had such a good time with Thanksgiving…and I’ve still been learning a lot about Earth holidays, and I really like the idea of us all celebrating Christmas together!”
“Isn’t there already a Christmas in Hell?” Cherri spoke up, looking at Charlie confused.
“Well, there’s Sinsmas but that’s usually celebrated by Hellborn…we never really did that.” She said awkwardly. “I always wanted to, but it doesn’t quite work like Christmas does.”
“Sinsmas would simply have us celebrating our Sin of origin, which for all of us would just be Pride. It makes a lot more sense for the demons from the other Rings.” Alastor explained, having looked into Sinsmas himself and not really found any interest in such a holiday.
“I haven’t celebrated Christmasss in quite some time.” Pentious spoke up. “What exactly would you have us do?”
“Well!” Charlie pulled out a notebook that seemed to be full of tabs, pictures and Charlie’s eager scribbles. “I’ve been doing a lot of research and one of the big things is giving gifts! Showing someone how much you care about them!” Alastor briefly thought back to Christmas with his mother when he was a young boy. One in particular stood out, he and his mother had spent their time inside avoiding the bustling streets of New Orleans.
She had gifted him with his very first radio and he loved it. They listened to music and she taught him how to dance like a gentleman before sharing a pot of gumbo together. It was a pleasant memory, not one he had thought of in a very long time. He didn’t want to worry too much about getting sentimental, so he tucked away the thoughts of his mother and focused back on Charlie.
“We don’t want everyone to stress about getting gifts for the hotel…so we decided to do what’s called a Secret Santa! We all draw names and we only get gifts for that one person! Doesn’t have to be anything fancy, just something that shows you care!”
This idea certainly seemed like an interesting one. He hadn’t purchased gifts in a while, the last one he had was for Rosie. Once upon a time Alastor may have rejected such an idea of this, but he had to admit he enjoyed getting involved with Charlie’s latest acts of whimsy and wonder. After all, the last holiday they had celebrated certainly gave him something precious.” He glanced at Angel who caught his eye and smiled, it was such a sweet look.
“I’ve got some pieces of paper here.” Charlie handed out little strips of paper. “Write your names on them.”
“Uh, with what?” Angel raised an eyebrow, none of them had writing utensils.
“Oh, shit, whoops—” Charlie looked at Vaggie. “I left them upstairs.”
“No worries, darling.” Alastor snapped his fingers and pens for each participant.
“Thank you, Al!” Charlie grinned and everyone started writing their names on the slips of paper. Alastor was a little surprised to see that no one was really complaining, they all seemed to be going along very well with Charlie’s little plans. It was certainly an interesting development from this little crowd.
“Put them in here!” Charlie walked around with a small red box and everyone dropped their names inside. “Okay, we’ll go one by one. If you draw your own name, put it back.” She walked to Vaggie first with a giggle and Vaggie reached inside, looking over the name she got and folding it up, she already seemed to be thinking hard about who she had received.
Next was Husk who reached in with his paw and looked it over, his eyes narrowed a bit but he didn’t show much else. Alastor was very focused on Angel as he drew his name. He saw his lips tighten a moment, and maybe his eyes widened slightly but aside from that Angel didn’t know any inkling as to who he got.
Charlie went to Cherri, Sir Pentious and Niffty in turn until it was finally Alastor’s turn. He figured he’d be able to decide on a gift rather easily for most everyone here but as he reached into the box and grabbed one of the two remaining pieces of paper, he read the name of the one demon he had no idea what to get. Angel Dust. He stared at the piece of paper for longer than he intended, seeing the flirty, curly script Angel had written his own name in.
He tucked the piece of paper into his pocket, not allowing his expression to reveal anything. Charlie picked her piece of paper and giggled with glee. “This is going to be so much fun! We have five days until Christmas!” Charlie leaned behind the chair and suddenly lifted up some boxes. “But first! I already have gifts for everyone!”
“Isn’t that early?” Husk questioned, his tail flicking.
“Yes, but I can’t help myself!” Charlie squeed and handed out boxes to each person. “Open them!” She shook her hands, looking as if she was about to burst with excitement. The gifts were neatly wrapped with sparkly red wrapping paper. Alastor glanced at his and saw a little note scrawled in golden marker: “To Alastor! Thank you for everything you do, have a Merry Christmas!!”
Alastor couldn’t help but smile a little more at her enthusiasm before tearing up the wrapping paper with his claws, careful not to damage anything inside. A white box was underneath and when he lifted it he saw a pale red, almost pink or salmon colored sweater with lighter stripes and little deer hoof prints between each stripe.
He glanced around and saw that everyone else had received sweaters as well. Husk’s was dark red and decorated with cat paws, Angel’s was pink and decorated with little white hearts, Cherri’s was cherry red and decorated with what appeared to be bombs, Sir Pentious’s was black and yellow with eggs and Niffty’s was red and white, with little roaches designed into it.
“This is cute as hell.” Angel beamed at his sweater, holding it close. “Thanks, Charlie.”
“You don’t have to wear them.” Charlie replied shyly. “But I’d like it if we all wore them on Christmas.”
The way that Vaggie was looking at everyone certainly went to show that they did in fact not have a choice, but Alastor supposed he could wear a sweater for a day. It was rather soft to the touch.
“Okay! So like I said, we have five days until Christmas. For those who want to help decorate, I’ve already gotten a tree ready to go! I don’t want anyone to feel forced…but we’ll be decorating this whole hotel!”
“I can help.” Angel smiled and Alastor noticed a glint deep in his magenta eyes, he looked excited and that look warmed Alastor’s heart ever so slightly. “Gonna need someone to reach those hard to get places.”
“You know I can fly, right?” Husk shot a glare at him.
“Oh I didn’t think you’d want to help, kitten.” Angel cooed back and a low growl came from Husk’s throat. Alastor felt that possessiveness and bitter envy rising up again like bile in the back of his throat. He felt his claws digging into the arm of the chair and had to force himself to stop.
He stood up suddenly, holding the sweater in his arm. “Well, I must go and plan for my gift!” He announced before slipping into the shadows and back to his room. He had to learn to control these types of emotions and couldn’t let them show in front of anyone else.
He couldn’t help it, he couldn’t stomach the sight of Angel flirting with Husk, it was hard enough knowing that Angel still had to go to work with Valentino against his will, but seeing Angel willingly flirt with Husk made Alastor feel rage itch and burn so much that he wanted to claw off his own skin. It was unbearable.
Alastor looked at himself in his mirror, his expression clearly showed his frustration—ears back and smile uneven. This entire relationship development with Alastor made him realize just how much he wasn’t prepared for embracing all of this. Perhaps I rushed into this. Alastor ran a clawed hand through his hair letting out a rattled sigh.
Alastor heard a light knock at his door, causing him to perk up. He didn’t really want to face anyone like this, but his door slowly opened as Angel Dust peeked inside. For a brief moment Alastor forgot he had given permission for Angel to enter his room without knocking. “Hey, Al.” Angel’s tone was slightly off as he stepped inside. “You okay? You kinda took off in a hurry.”
“Yes, Angel I am alright.” Alastor spoke, forcing himself to try and be peppy but it seemed that Angel wasn’t so convinced.
“You sure? Cause uh…your ears tell a different story.” Alastor hadn’t even noticed his ears were still back and he felt frustrated by it, he let out a low, static-y grumble. Angel giggled softly at this. “Are you jealous cause I was flirtin’ wit Husk?” Alastor’s ears flattened more and the static got louder and more distorted as Angel teased him, his face burning with frustration and embarrassment. He didn’t have any control over his emotions, which he hated and though Angel had been intended for his teasing to be lighthearted it most certainly was not coming off as such. “I didn’t really peg ya for the jealous type.”
“Angel…” Alastor tried to stop him from talking, but Angel was clearly very amused by the whole situation when Alastor was not.
“That’s pretty cute, Smiles.” Angel’s tone shifted to a more flirty one but Alastor wasn’t quite in the mood for that.
“Angel Dust.” Alastor moved in the blink of an eye, backing Angel up against the wall and placed his hands on either side of Angel’s body. His claws sank into the wood as if it were made of clay. Alastor may have been shorter than Angel, but he saw the way Angel’s body shrunk slightly, his eyes going wide in alarm and letting out a gasp. “I have spent most of my existence, both alive and dead, learning how to control my emotions. I have incredible control over myself, and yet I find myself feeling new emotions and having no idea how to control them yet.” His claws sank deeper into the door, tearing through the wood.
“I don’t know what I am doing Angel, and I hate it. I am not supposed to lose myself like this, it’s frustrating and it’s confusing.” He noticed Angel’s breathing was heavier, his eyes still wide as shock was frozen across his face. Alastor stepped back, leaving deep grooves in the door where his claws had been and turning his back on Angel. He put his hands on his head, tangling his fingers in his hair. “These feelings are loud and overwhelming and I can’t stop them.” He hated showing himself like this, he was supposed to be stronger, he wasn't supposed to ever show vulnerability. He wanted to run, he knew he could, but he stayed and he didn’t know why.
“Al, I’m sorry.” Angel’s voice was solemn and Alastor heard footsteps behind him and soon after felt a hand on his shoulder. Without really thinking, Alastor pulled away from Angel’s attempt at comforting him. He did not want to be touched right now. “Fuck, I’m really sorry.” Angel sighed painfully and Alastor glanced over his shoulder seeing Angel sit down at one of the chairs beside the fireplace, their wine glasses still on the table. “I know this is all new for you and me laughin’ was a dick move.” Angel hung his head, looking down at his hands, all four of which rested in his lap. “I should know betta’ that you don’t like that.”
He could see the genuine guilt on Angel’s face as he played with his hands. Alastor felt his own body relax slightly and walked over to the other chair, sitting across from Angel to listen to him.
“I’m sorry I flirted wit’ Husk. It’s just kinda habit at this point.” Angel glanced sheepishly up at Alastor. “I don’t really know…what we are but I don’t want anyone else. So I won’t flirt with him anymore, or—I’ll try not to. I can’t promise I won’t slip up but I’ll do my best.”
Alastor had felt himself relax listening to Angel’s words, he did have a realization that some of this was new to Angel as well. He had spent many a decade in Hell without any type of commitments, commonly flirting with anyone he wanted without consequence; aside from Valentino at times he imagined.
“It’s okay, Angel.” Alastor spoke up, seemingly catching Angel by surprise. Did he not expect me to forgive him? “You can’t be held fully responsible for the fact that I have no control over myself at times.” He still saw the surprised look in Angel’s eyes and it confused him. “Is something the matter?”
“Huh? No.” Angel shook his head. “Guess I’m just used to…” He gripped the hem of his sweater. “I’m not comparing you to him but…I’m not used to bein’ forgiven so easily.” He knew what Angel meant. He rose to his feet and stepped closer to where Angel was sitting and extended his hand.
Angel blushed faintly but took Alastor’s hand and stood up alongside Alastor, looking down at him. “I appreciate the apology.” He spoke sincerely. “I can assure you that I will never react in such a way as him.” He kept holding Angel’s hand.
“I know that, Al.” Angel spoke sweetly. “It’s just…hard. I don’t even get to unlearn this shit because I still have to go back to him.” His eyes went darker, a look of hopelessness burning deep inside of his gaze. Alastor hated it, he hated that Angel had to return to that wretch each night.
“I will find a way to free you from him.” Alastor spoke firmly, the radio filter slipping away for just a moment.
“How?” Angel’s voice was full of doubt. “He owns my soul.”
“I don’t know yet.” Alastor admitted. “But I will find a way. I don’t want you to suffer at his hand any longer.”
“S’alright.” Angel slowly raised his hand near Alastor’s face, hovering there a moment to judge if Alastor would pull away again. When he didn’t, Angel placed his soft hand on Alastor’s cheek. “As long as I have this to look forward to, I can get through it.” Despite Angel’s words, Alastor knew that wasn’t the truth.
In the month since Thanksgiving Alastor had noticed too many times Angel coming home wounded and in severe pain, both physically and emotionally. He didn’t know how to fully help, and knowing that no matter how many injuries he may heal, how much time they may spend together it meant nothing knowing that Angel would once again have to return to Valentino’s side. It enraged him more than Angel would ever know.
“Focus, doll.” Alastor was pulled from his thoughts and refocused his gaze on Angel. “Spacin’ out on me again.”
“My apologies.” Angel’s hand was still resting on Alastor’s cheek and he enjoyed the softness of his touch.
“You don’t need to apologize. I think its cute.” Angel laughed softly, his voice back to teasing but this wasn’t enough to upset Alastor but his expression must have shifted slightly because Angel laughed again. “Sorry, I just can’t help myself. I’m the only one who gets to call the Radio Demon cute.”
“You are not the only one who calls me cute.” Alastor corrected. “You are the only one I accept calling me cute.”
“Yeah?” Angel smirked, noticeably stepping a little closer. “Who else calls you cute? Should I be jealous?”
“Of course not, darling.” Alastor shook his head slightly. “My dear friend Rosie often calls me that, though it is usually to get some kind of response from me.”
“Does it work?”
“Yes.” Alastor replied stubbornly, his ears going down again.
“You gotta take me to meet her someday.” Angel’s hand moved down to Alastor’s shoulder.
“Rosie is a lovely lady, I do think she would enjoy your company. I haven’t yet told her about you, and I imagine there will be a fair amount of teasing at my expense.” Alastor knew that Rosie had never expected him to engage in any sort of romance, and she would have a plethora of quips and jokes to taunt him with.
“Now I wanna meet her even more.” Angel giggled and pulled him even closer. “Promise I’ll go easy on ya.”
“I am unfortunately rather used to Rosie’s jabs.” Alastor found his other hand moving down to Angel’s waist absentmindedly. They were standing very close, their bodies almost touching—only a few inches of space between them.
Angel put his other two hands on Alastor’s waist in return. “We should dance sometime, Smiles.” Angel suggested, an idea that was very pleasing to Alastor.
“I agree. It’s been a while since I’ve had a dance.” The thought of dancing with Angel was a rousing one, the two of them dancing to tender jazz music, holding each other and swaying together to the music. It was a special kind of intimacy that Alastor found most appealing. “I know Christmas Eve was often celebrated alongside Christmas. Perhaps you and I can share a dance then.”
“It’s a date.” Angel smirked, causing Alastor to blush once more.
“You know, back when I was alive it was considered distasteful for us to kiss before an official date.” Alastor pointed out.
“Yeah? How else would you have asked me out? How would you have won me over in 1920s New Orleans.”
“You are from the same time period.” Alastor reminded him.
“Yeah but I was in a mob family. We didn’t exactly do the typical romance shit.”
“Fair enough.” Alastor nodded. “The proper way to express one’s affection was to court them. I would call on you, visit your family and get to know them. Courting was almost always done under the pretense of marriage. However, I can’t imagine a romantic relationship between two men in this era would have gone over well.”
“Definately not.” Angel laughed lightly. “Are you courting me now?” He bat his eyelashes. “Cause its working.”
“I would say so.” Alastor pulled him a little closer, feeling Angel’s body finally pressing against each other. “And while I was a polite man, I was never one to stick too close to the rules.”
“Sexy.” Angel grinned and Alastor just playfully rolled his eyes. He felt Angel move even closer, now pressing his body against Alastor’s. He noticed Angel’s expression soften, it was a look that always seemed to soften Alastor as well. “Can I kiss ya?”
“You may.” Alastor gave a nod, still wondering why Angel asked every time. Angel smiled and leaned down, pressing his lips to Alastor’s. Their heights certainly made things a little awkward, Alastor had to stand up on his toes just a little bit to make it comfortable for him.
The kiss they shared was tender and gentle, but Alastor could feel their passion growing. As always, Angel’s hands found their way to Alastor’s hair, rubbing the base of his ears. The sensation always moved across Alastor’s entire body, it was such a strange sense of pleasure that he only ever wanted to receive from Angel’s hands.
This kiss lasted longer than usual, reminding Alastor of the first time they kissed; when he hadn’t wanted it to end. He felt the same desire here, he was enjoying it far too much to stop.
He sensed Angel felt the same, his other set of hands moving up to Alastor’s chest, lightly tugging the Radio Demon as close as he could be. Alastor felt the warmth of Angel’s fluffy body against him and he moved his hands to the exposed part of Angel’s stomach, feeling the fur beneath his clawed hands. Angel’s body twitched as a reaction, one that Alastor very much enjoyed.
The kiss seemed to grow more intense and he heard quiet noises coming from Angel, the noises that he enjoyed so much, and he couldn’t help but want more. Alastor pressed his claws ever so slightly into Angel’s skin which Angel very much seemed to enjoy, his grip on Alastor’s suit tightened. Alastor felt the kiss grow more intense, Angel’s reactions and movements were becoming more desperate and needy.
Alastor was slightly surprised when he felt Angel pulling slightly on his hair, it didn’t hurt by any means but it certainly caught him off guard. Angel had clearly noticed his reaction because he broke the kiss and quickly let go of Alastor’s hair. “Fuck, sorry…” Angel’s breathing was much faster and his face was red, his eyes still full of need.
“Why are you apologizing?” Alastor was surprised to find himself a little breathless as well, he didn’t realize just how much he just enjoyed it, how much he felt himself missing the feeling of Angel’s lips on his own, how much he did not want it to stop.
“Got a little carried away there.” He felt Angel attempt to pull away but Alastor wasn’t too keen on letting him step back just yet. He tightened his grip on Angel’s waist and pulled him right back to where he’d been. Angel let out an adorable squeak, his face almost as red as Alastor’s hair.
“You didn’t do anything wrong.” Alastor felt such a strange urge inside him, a hunger that felt so foreign—but not displeasing. “Are you stopping because you think you will cross a boundary of mine?”
“M-Maybe…” Angel’s body stiffened slightly.
“Darling, how many times do I have to assure you that if I want to stop, I will stop.”
“It’s just…hard to read what you like.” Angel spoke gently.
Alastor rose himself up on his tiptoes a little more, getting closer to Angel’s face. “If I’m not stopping you, that means I like it.” His voice slipped into a growl.
Those words seemed to have completely stunned Angel and Alastor was sure he could feel his knees shake. “O-Okay.” Angel stammered, his voice a little higher pitched.
“I’m a little tired of being this much shorter than you, so let’s get more comfortable.” Alastor took Angel’s hand and walked over with him towards his bed. Alastor didn’t sleep often, but at least he wouldn’t have to constantly be on his tip toes to kiss Angel.
Alastor sat down with Angel, still holding his hand and keeping him close. “You’re really surprisin’ me today.” Angel commented. “You’re usually not the one leading like this.”
“Is that a problem?” Alastor tilted his head slightly.
“No!” Angel spoke abruptly. “No—” He quieted himself. “Definately not.”
“I am a bit confused as to why you are so concerned, Angel. I suppose I assumed someone of your profession would be a little more confident.”
“It’s different with you.” Angel squeezed Alastor’s hand. “With my clients and the people I work with…I know what they want. I have to be confident, I have to be…well, slutty. With you, I don’t know what you want. I know you said that I can’t force you to do anything, which I believe but I just…” Angel sighed. “I never want you to feel like…that’s all I want from you. I love sex, don’t get me wrong. If we do ever get to that point…I don’t want you to feel the way I’ve felt before.”
Alastor listened to each word Angel spoke. Angel was clearly trying to protect him, which on the surface was an amusing thought. Though he found himself appreciating Angel’s thoughtfulness. The truth was that Alastor truly did not have any idea how to do any of this and knowing that Angel didn’t expect anything of him was oddly…relieving.
“I do appreciate you looking out for my wellbeing, darling.” Alastor took two of Angel's hands in his own and lifted them up. “I can assure you that won’t happen.”
Angel’s posture relaxed and his expression softened. “Thank you.” His words were sweet. “Can I kiss ya again?”
“You don’t have to keep asking.” Alastor tried to assure him.
“I know.” Angel leaned in, clearly gaining his confidence back. “But I like the look in your eye when I do.”
“What—” Before Alastor could ask him to clarify, Angel kissed him again, sending a shock down Alastor’s spine. He eventually relaxed and kissed Angel back, definitely enjoying the odd occasion when Angel was spontaneous like that. It was part of his charm.
He could instantly tell that Angel was more confident in his actions as a result of their conversation, his hands going to Alastor’s hair immediately and tugging on it again. It felt oddly good, the slight pain mixing with the heat of the kiss was enjoyable.
Alastor moved one hand to Angel’s lower back, feeling his fur again and pressing in his claws as he pulled Angel closer, needing to feel his warmth once again. That was something Alastor definitely felt, burning deep inside his bloodstream. That ever present hunger returned, gnawing at him and causing his movements to become slightly more aggressive.
Angel matched his energy, moving one hand from Alastor’s hair to his suit jacket, pulling on it a little harder this time, his fist balling up in the red fabric urgently. Angel’s other two hands remaind on Alastor’s waist, but he felt them slowly trailing lower. One hand in particular seemed to roam down towards Alastor’s leg. The feeling of Angel’s fingers dancing along his thigh sent a very powerful sensation through his body, one that he was not ready to explore just yet.
Without breaking the kiss, Alastor grabbed Angel’s wrist and guided his hand back up. Angel seemed to understand, because his hands did not roam any lower again. This kiss didn’t lose any of urgency or desire because of this, Alastor still wanted to keep kissing him, he was almost feverish as they pulled each other as close as they could physically be without climbing on top of each other.
He could feel Angel feel a bit more daring, not with his hands but with his lips. He felt Angel’s tongue against his own lips, and though Alastor hadn’t really done this particular activity, he knew what it was. After a moment of hesitation, Alastor allowed it if not for the sake of experimenting. He parted his lips and allowed Angel’s tongue to slip past his in a sensation that Alastor found surprisingly enjoyable.
He let Angel guide this action, but almost as if instinct completely took over Alastor was matching his actions. He felt clumsy, but Angel certainly was not. As Alastor felt Angel’s tongue touch his own, the hunger deep inside of him roared louder. Every one of Alastor’s senses was overwhelmed with the sensation of pure need, his body wanting more, it was driving him completely mad and putting him in a haze he’d never experienced before. His claws dug into Angel’s skin again, urging Angel onto his lap. He wanted him closer, he wanted to feel his fur, feeling the sensation of Angel’s heartbeat racing in sync with his own. He wanted to be completely engulfed by Angel’s scent, by Angel’s touch.
Angel eagerly obliged, climbing onto Alastor’s lap and straddling him. Alastor heard tiny whines and moans coming from Angel’s lips into his own, a beautiful melody of noises that were for Alastor’s ears only.
At this moment the only thing in Alastor’s world was Angel Dust, and that’s all he wanted. He wanted his entire world to be nothing but the demon he currently had in his lap. He needed this, his desire, his hunger raged like a wildfire in his body. He could feel in every nerve ending, in every desperate breath he took. That was until the sound of knocking at his door completely shattered the moment.
Both Alastor and Angel Dust froze, slowly parting from their kiss and staring at each other. “Alastor!” The call came from Vaggie. “I need to ask you something!”
Alastor glanced from the door back to Angel who almost looked drunk from their shared kiss, and Alastor had to admit the entire thing had been rather intoxicating. “Please allow me just a moment, darling.” Alastor called back. He gently lifted Angel off his lap and set him gently on the bed before standing up.
Alastor took a quick look at himself in the mirror and was surprised by his very disheveled state. Angel had made a complete mess of his hair as well as his jacket. He fixed up his hair and clothing with ease, the harder part was to rid himself of the red tinge he still had to his cheeks. He snapped his fingers and lit his fireplace once again, hoping that the green lightning would help to hide it.
He opened the door, but made sure that Vaggie couldn’t see Angel Dust, he stepped outside to face her, closing the door behind him. “What is it, dear?”
“It’s this secret santa thing.” Vaggie sighed, looking rather tense. Oh right. Alastor remembered the plans they had made and that he had to find a gift for Angel Dust. He had been…otherwise occupied. “I know we’re not really supposed to tell each other but I need help.”
“I suppose I can try to help.” Alastor put his hands behind his back.
“I got Husk. I know he’s a big drinker but like…is it offensive to get him something alcohol related? I don’t know if I want to…encourage that type of behavior? Its hard to tell what he does and doesn’t actually like.”
“Ah yes, Husker can be quite a tough nut to crack. However I do believe he’d rather you give a gift that caters to his interests rather than trying to give him a gift you deem appropriate. He doesn’t gamble as much these days, but he’s always had a taste for the aesthetic. In addition, while he does enjoy pretty much any liquor, he can also have finer tastes for his personal collection.”
“I see…” Vaggie thought for a moment. “Thanks, Alastor. I appreciate it.”
“Always happy to help.” Alastor grinned, watching Vaggie walk away down the hallway. He turned back to his room and stepped inside. Angel was sitting up on his bed, scrolling his phone, setting it down as Alastor stepped inside
“Everything alright?”
“Oh yes Vaggie just had a question for me about her secret santa. She was having some trouble deciding on a gift and wanted my input.” Alastor crossed the room and sat beside Angel.
“Oh right, the secret santa.” Angel tensed up ever so slightly. “Gotta start figuring that out.” Angel stretched out two of his limbs.
“Are you having any concerns about who you’re getting a gift for?” Alastor asked, curious as to who he had gotten.
“Nope!” Angel replied confidently. “Should be easy.” Perhaps Cherri then? Alastor speculated.
“What about you? You strugglin’ to think of a gift?” Angel glanced at him.
“Of course not.” Alastor lied, he had absolutely no idea what to get Angel.
“I look forward to seein’ what you get then.” Angel’s phone chimed and he glanced down. “Oh hell, Cherri’s havin’ a crisis about her gift. I told her I’d help her out. You mind if I go join her.”
“I don’t mind at all.” Alastor assured him, standing up and helping Angel to his feet.
“I uh…” Angel blushed again, rubbing his arm. “That was fun.” Alastor assumed he was referring to the intimate kissing they had shared.
“I agree.” Alastor nodded, he had very much enjoyed it, though the brief moment where he felt like he was losing control of himself was mildly alarming albeit if not a bit exhilarating in the moment. It had been so long since he had felt something so new and so uncontrolled. “You enjoy time with your friend. I have to work on my own gift.” Alastor glanced up at Angel who just smiled and leaned down, kissing Alastor’s cheek. Somehow this tiny gesture flustered Alastor as well, feeling sparks where Angel’s lips had touched him.
“See ya later, Smiles.” With a giddy strut, Angel left the room, leaving Alastor alone. He found himself suddenly missing the spider demon’s presence, not realizing just how much he liked having him around. Alastor still bore the memory of Angel’s body against his, the feelings of his fingers tangled in red hair. Alastor shook the thoughts away, he had to focus on something else.
He needed to find out what to gift Angel, and he hated that he was drawing a complete blank. The truth was he really didn’t know Angel as well as he wanted to. He knew that Angel liked sex, drugs and his pet pig none of which seemed like an actual proper gift to give. Alastor paced his room, suddenly feeling a sense of panic and urgency. He took the slip of paper out of his pocket and looked down at it once more, admiring Angel’s handwriting. He put a hand on his head, feeling more stressed than he should about this. What the hell do I get him?