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Alastor and Angel had been sitting at the bar for a while, sharing ancedotes about their lives topside. They had been pleased to discover that they were both alive during some overlapping years. While Angel did not share his level of fondness of jazz, the spider demon did at least have an appreciation which Alastor was hard pressed to find outside of Cannibal Town.
All of the residents had grown closer after the last Extermination and Adam’s defeat. It was not uncommon to find them spending time together even outside of Charlie’s group sessions.
Their conversation was peaceful, neither one was in a bad mood and there was an easy back and forth that Alastor found compelling. Angel had barely been flirting with him, the only suggestive behavior was that he sat on the stool directly next to Alastor, rather than the usual five feet away.
While it was true that Alastor did not typically care to engage in any sort of physical closeness with anyone, sexual or otherwise, that did not mean he never had. Indeed, the more time he spent with Angel he became curious about what the spider would look like overwhelmed with passion. For Alastor sex was more about the power trip, being able to reduce someone to basic primal urges, to be responsible for their control to slip more so than the physicality of it.
If Alastor was not mistaken there was a banked desire in those mismatched eyes that watched him closely as he finished off the last of his whiskey.
“Did ya want another?” Angel offered as he finished off his own fruity concoction.
Alastor shook his head negatively, it was getting late after all.
Angel licked his lips and stood from his stool in agreement.
It seemed only natural for Alastor to follow Angel up to his room. The spider aimed for casualness by leaning against the doorframe with a slight grin and winked at the Radio Demon.
“I suppose I oughta thank ya for a nice night, Smiles,” the taller demon spoke with his usual flirtiness, but his eyes were uncharacteristically hesitant.
Alastor debated with himself for a moment, he could quite easily let that be the end of their evening together. The strange bubble they created at the bar staying put and not disrupting their overall camaraderie. And yet.
Alastor raised a hand to run a claw gently down Angel’s cheek, saw the spider’s eyes darken and instead said with only a soft sound of static, “Why don’t you invite me in then?”
In a moment they were kissing, Alastor’s clawed grip holding firm to Angel’s face and hip while the taller demon used two hands to grab his lapels and the other set to open his door so they could step through it.
Angel’s lips parted to say something, but Alastor chose instead to slip his tongue past them and into his mouth. Angel moaned receptively. Alastor had his Shadow close and lock the door behind them with a thought.
Angel was more than happy to follow Alastor’s lead as they crossed the room until his knees hit the edge of the four poster bed. With one last long taste of his mouth, Alastor broke the kiss to catch Angel’s expression. The surprise was quickly fading from his two toned eyes into desire, they flicked down over Alastor and he ran his tongue over his lips as if savoring the taste of the other demon.
Alastor was quite sure he had never felt fire like this before. His usual sin of gluttony hungered for flesh in a different form, rarely ever carnally but he did not question why this was different.
“I thought you didn’t go in for this kinda thing?” Angel read his mind, yet didn’t let go of his jacket.
Alastor wasn’t shy about letting his own gaze rake across his companion. Angel’s eyes were dark, his cheeks flushed and his chest fluff rose and fell with his deep breaths. The long tight dress he wore really was asking to be ripped off at this point.
“You are correct, my dear. I don’t normally feel any type of want for sexual activities,” Alastor agreed with rising static in his voice and his eyes darkened to hint at radio dials as he added, “Yet, I very much want to see you fall apart beneath me.” his voice lowered with his demonic form as his antlers gave a crack and extended out.
He could feel the other shiver where they were still pressed close together and Angel’s hands trembled against the Radio Demon’s chest.
“That-” Angel started, but had to clear his throat for his voice to work. “I could go for that,” he finished helplessly, his eyes wide and lustful.
“Wonderful!” Alastor answered, voice back to his transatlantic tilt.
Angel went to undo his bow tie, but Alastor’s claws caught his wrists and instead he ran one hand up the spider’s arm to reach the top of his glove to grip the edge and slowly pull it off.
“Allow me,” he said.
Angel swallowed visibly and moved where Alastor directed him as he removed all four gloves. He let out a gasp when Alastor knelt down to unzip his thigh high boots and slide them off of his feet one at a time. The deer demon glanced up to make eye contact as his claws delicately grasped the top of Angel’s stockings and gave them the same treatment. The silence grew heavy around them and they could easily hear the wisp of silky fabric pushed off of his fur.
“Is there anything you don’t like?” Alastor asked while he continued to run his claws along Angel’s legs, not hard enough to break skin but enough to feel it.
Alastor delighted in the shiver he felt go through Angel’s body and rose up on his knees to drag the blunt side of red claws on the outside of Angel’s thighs to see how much he could make him shake.
“I do pretty much everything at work-” Angel started but Alastor tightened his grip and cut him off with a crackling snap of static.
“I don’t mean what you do for that vile moth,” he hissed then forced himself to soften his claws against soft white fur, “I want to know what you like.”
Alastor did not miss the way that Angel had stiffened when his grip turned bruising, nor the way that his cheeks lit up with a delicate blush. Seemed he did like a bit of rough handling, which suited Alastor just fine.
“I like - I want,” he started and gave a huff at himself in exasperation before continuing, “If ya mean that? I like to be close. I want to feel ya, now and into tomorrow. And I want to be held after.” Angel burst out then bit his lip as if afraid he said too much, was too vulnerable.
Alastor’s eyes gleamed in response and he rose to his feet.
“Then you shall have it, my dear.”
He gestured for Angel to turn around and the spider did so without question. The stag gently unzipped the long dress and assisted Angel with shimmying it off onto the floor. If this were his room he would have hung the garment up, but judging by the pile of clothes strewn about the floor already Angel had no compunctions about proper garment care.
“What about you?” Angel asked quietly.
Alastor took a moment to appreciate the lithe form in front of him, naked except for lace panties and leaned forward to press his still clothed body against the soft fur of Angel’s back. Angel made a noise in his throat that was nearly a whimper as Alastor pulled him tightly against his body and grasped his hips.
“The ears and tail are off limits, naturally. I very much want to make you fall apart and if you’re not opposed,” here his voice deepened again as he ran his tongue along the juncture of Angel’s neck and shoulder, “I would love to taste you.”
Angel’s voice had a lovely waver as he asked, “I’m guessing ya don’t mean that in the normal way?”
Alastor responded by scraping his teeth along the flesh by his mouth just this side of breaking skin. Angel drew a deep breath and nodded slightly.
“Only a taste of your blood, nothing nearer to my normal appetites,” Alastor assured.
The last bit of tenseness released from his captive’s body and Angel leaned his weight back against the deer.
“Yeah, okay then,” he breathed.
Alastor released his hold on Angel and gave him the smallest nudge to climb fully onto the unmade bed. The spider did so with less grace than normal and when he flipped over to lay on his back, Alastor guessed his blatant arousal was why. The white lace of his panties were doing their best, but were clearly not made to hold onto an erect cock.
He couldn’t help but sweep his gaze along the long and slender body laid out for him like a feast and pushed away the familiar thought that all of this was beneath him. In this moment it was something he wanted, and being the Radio Demon, one of the most feared overlords of Hell meant he got what he wanted…most of the time at least.
The deer demon took a moment to remove his bow tie, jacket and boots, but only rolled up the sleeves of his button down before moving to lay between Angel’s spread legs. Angel blinked owlishly up at him but was quick to settle all four hands against his back and meet his kiss. Alastor pulled back after a moment to answer the unspoken question.
“I don’t like to be nude,” he said simply and his ears flicked.
Angel grinned up at him and gave a full body roll which brought their hard cocks to rub together deliciously through several layers. They both shuddered.
“That’s kinda hot, what with me being undressed and you still wearing all ya fancy clothes,” Angel smirked.
Alastor decided he rather enjoyed the snarky side of Angel, even though he had annoyed him at first. He looked forward to fucking the snark out of him. His first step was to lean up on his shoulder so he could drag a hand down Angel’s body and slice neatly through the scrap of lace still covering him.
“Wha-hey! I liked those,” Angel grumbled without heat.
Alastor simply arched a brow before using the same hand to grasp his cock firmly and give a long, slow pull. Angel arched up into him with a curse.
“One last question, dear. Before I take you apart and the only sounds you’re capable of are moans and whimpering my name,” Angel’s eyes blew wide as Alastor poured sweet honey into his voice and continued to pump his hand along Angel’s cock, “Where do you keep your supplies?”
Angel groaned as Alastor started to twist his wrist at the top of his cock and bucked his hips against him again.
“How the - ya can’t just say something like that for the love of Satan - fuck - the slick is in that drawer!” Angel tried to keep up his normal rambling but didn’t quite manage it while being pleasured and gestured impatiently with two hands towards his nightstand.
Instead of stopping his movements, Alastor’s Shadow was the one who slid open the drawer to grab the bottle in question and passed it to its master. Alastor sat up on his knees and finally released the flushed pink cock from his grip, ignored Angel’s moan of loss and spread some of the slick substance onto his claws.
Angel managed to hold eye contact as he gently ran a finger over his entrance, but once Alastor started to push inside his eyes slid closed and his head fell back against the pink pillows. Alastor couldn’t help but tease him slowly, and drank in the sight before him. The rarity of laying with a partner made this experience fairly novel and he wanted to watch every change of Angel’s face as his finger slid into the hilt. A groan caught in Angel’s throat and Alastor had to lean forward to press his lips against the column.
He made a point of exploring Angel thoroughly with only a single finger, pressed firm kisses against his throat and waited to see what the other demon would do. It took no time at all for Angel to demand another and Alastor made sure to scrape his teeth against the spider’s Adam’s apple in response.
A whine slipped through Angel’s teeth as Alastor added a second finger inside of him and pushed in deep. His own arousal was a fleeting thought, secondary to watching the lovely creature beneath him start to moan so beautifully due to his ministrations. This was what he liked best, the power to make the other demon melt and give himself up for the taking.
Alastor felt a deep rumble in his chest as he leaned down once more, pressed against Angel’s body riding his fingers and slowly, gently buried his teeth into the pristine neck in front of him.
Angel gave a shout of his name and instinctively tried to pull away, but Alastor’s weight pinned him to the mattress.
“Fuck - fuck - Satan!” Angel gasped as Alastor released his teeth from the flesh of Angel’s neck only to seal his mouth over the puncture wounds and suck, hard.
Angel’s blood was sweet, metallic as always but satiated him like nothing else ever did besides actual consumed flesh. Alastor licked his lips clean and dove in for more, never stopping the movement of his hand.
“Please, oh fuck, please Alastor,” Angel whined with a small amount of pain in his voice, but mostly still lust.
Alastor raised his head from Angel’s neck, sucked the blood off his teeth and asked, “More of what, darling?”
“Everything!” Angel growled and undulated as much as could under him.
Alastor’s ever present grin widened even more, his antlers cracked and grew at the pleading of his partner.
“As you wish,” he rasped.
Alastor added a third finger inside of Angel’s body on the next pass and curled them carefully upwards, lest he scratch, until he found the bundle of pleasure nerves to press on firmly. The shout that erupted from the delicious body trapped beneath him would live in Alastor’s fantasies for a long time.
Angel tried to writhe, either into the stimulation of his prostate or away - Alastor was not sure, but he pressed his weight tighter down into Angel to keep him from moving. He had stopped stretching out the body below him and instead was focused on continuously rubbing that spot to give the most pleasure - and draw out the most noise.
“Alastor,” Angel keened on the three claws buried to the hilt inside of him. “Y-you’re going to make me -” he cut off with a gasp as Alastor kneeled up once again and brought his other hand back to jerk Angel’s cock.
“That’s the idea, dear.” Alastor’s words were honeyed, but his tone was dark and his eyes hungry. “You’re going to make a mess of yourself and then, while you’re still shuddering from the sensations I am going to slide inside you and make you whimper so sweetly for me.” Alastor purred.
“Fucking Hell,” Angel moaned in response and Alastor would have cackled a laugh had he not started to feel hot under the collar himself. The music of Angel’s noises were getting to him and his own cock still stuck in the confines of his slacks was aching.
He skillfully ignored his own body to focus only on wringing Angel’s climax from him. It didn’t take much longer for the dual stimulation to bring him over that edge into bliss, and he cried out sinfully and spilled over his stomach and Alastor’s hand.
Alastor wasted no time in releasing him to wipe off the mess on the sheets, undo the fly on his slacks and pour some more slick over himself. Angel was still trembling from aftershocks when Alastor lined himself up and began to sink into his warm body. He leaned forward to kiss the wail from Angel’s mouth as all four of his hands grabbed tightly to the deer pushing past his entrance.
Angel’s eyes filled with tears from the overstimulation and Alastor paused to press his mouth against bitten lips. Angel met his kiss sloppily for a moment then laid his head back down.
“Don’t stop,” he whispered and clutched tight to Alastor’s shirt.
Alastor obeyed and pushed until his hips were flush against the shaking body beneath him. Alastor allowed himself a pause and momentary weakness to groan at the exquisite warmth and heat of Angel, his own clawed hands gripped tight to the upper thighs bracketing his hips.
Angel whimpered and his control slipped away like so much sand through his grasp.
Alastor pulled his hips back only enough to get momentum to rut forward, sending his cock as deep into Angel as he could. Angel had asked him to stay close, so he never pulled out very far, instead keeping himself sheathed inside the shaking body trying desperately to stop its cries from too much sensation so close after orgasm. He ground his hips tight into Angel’s ass every time he seated himself, keeping close and deep possible.
Angel finally managed to beg for more, yes, please! Between his cries, and Alastor obliged him. While his ruts against his new lover were firm they did not tip over into rough and harsh, because that would make it end faster and he planned to have this moment last.
The rhythmic beat of their hips joining was not overly loud as the slap of flesh was absent from the shallow thrusting Angel had wanted, but his receptive noises every time Alastor bottomed out were anything but. Alastor was thankful that the Hotel had good insulation, so that no one else would guess what they were up to. He wanted to keep this to himself.
Red eyes filled with a dark hunger caught on wide, wet and overwhelmed ones and caught. Alastor gripped those luscious thighs tighter and tilted Angel’s legs back a hair to get a better angle and received the reward of seeing those eyes roll back into that fluffy head bliss.
Angel whimpered his name as Alastor’s cock started to graze his prostate and his body tightened even more. The deer demon grunted at the pleasurable squeeze and continued the strong piston of his hips, ears pinned back as all his focus narrowed down to making Angel lose himself again.
“Shall I taste you again, pretty thing?” Alastor growled, static flooding into his voice the closer he came to his own edge of climax.
Angel nodded furiously as he moaned and tilted his head to the side submissively. Alastor need not be given a clearer consent and sank his teeth into the delicate flesh of his shoulder next to the former bites. Angel’s whole right side was now covered and that felt like its own victory. They both groaned out their pleasure, masochist and sadist matching perfectly as Alastor’s sharp teeth broke skin and that delicious blood was sucked into his mouth.
The quietest breaths of moans were punched out of Angel at the end of each thrust and slowly grew louder. Alastor knew he was close to climaxing again and wanted to feel it before he finished himself.
Alastor bent his weight forward harder against Angel, so he could free up one hand to wrap around the slippery cock pressed neglected between their bodies and swiftly jerked it with his hips. Angel wailed and clenched so wonderfully tight against the deer demon he could not hold back his own deep moan of pleasure. All of which was too much for the spider and he spilled himself once more between them, gasping and body tightening rhythmically. The exquisite clutch of the body surrounding him drew a curse out of Alastor and he broke away from Angel’s neck to watch his face tipped back in ecstasy.
“That’s it cher, lovely thing you are,” Alastor rumbled at him as shadows darkened the room and his hips finally picked up speed.
Angel crushed Alastor’s body to himself at the praise and did his best to meet his thrusts.
“Please, oh -mmf - come on, inside!” Angel begged with wet eyes and his voice pitched up from the continued assault to his prostate.
Alastor groaned at the request, the begging only fueled his fire and heat pooled low in his belly. His thrusts finally became stronger, but still he kept himself almost completely buried, never pulling away further than their close embrace already allowed.
“You wish for me to finish inside you, cher? Make a mess of you and mark you up?” Alastor panted against Angel’s chest fluff.
“Yes! Fuck, Alastor. Mark me up, make me yours.” Angel begged wickedly.
While in the back of his mind Alastor knew such words were only meant in the heat of the moment, the possession they caused was real and Alastor fully intended to follow through. He lost all remaining composure, antlers cracking, static screeching and shadows rising up around them he snapped his hips in hard only a few more times before his own climax washed through him and he growled into his bedmate.
Angel latched onto him and didn’t let go, legs wrapped firmly around his waist as he throbbed and released deep inside the spider demon. Alastor’s eyes closed and he knew the grip on Angel’s hips was probably painful, possibly bloodletting, but could not force himself to let go. His own body shook and trembled through the aftermath of orgasm and he could only endure it, not ever having an experience like this one temper it.
Angel made soft noises against his ears as he came down, causing them to flick back and forth. Those many hands began carefully running over his back while one cautiously came up to thread into his hair. Alastor could not be bothered to mind and allowed the touch, nuzzling into the fur by his face as Angel respected his previous rule of avoiding his ears.
Alastor remembered Angel’s request to be held afterwards, so let his weight go lax and leaned fully into the spider demon underneath him. Angel’s pleased sigh was more rewarding than it had any right to be.
Alastor gently lifted his claws away from Angel’s hips that were suspiciously wet, but he did not seem to have minded the treatment at all and brought his arms up to more firmly wrap around his lover. He expected Angel to start speaking again, now that the overwhelming sensations had stopped since he was a talkative sort, but the spider demon surprised him by staying quiet and continued to gently pet over Alastor’s body.
The fleeting thought that he could get used to this was a startling one, but not so much as it could have been. While he generally detested touch as a rule, those close to him were allowed more leeway and he even enjoyed having that contact if he initiated it.
That circle may have now been expanded to Angel Dust, who had started to make a crooning contented noise as Alastor continued to lay on him and not move away. Alastor rewarded him with another nuzzle and squeeze. Angel tipped his smile against Alastor’s forehead which felt almost as intimate as their still joined bodies. Quiet jazz began to filter through the small radio Angel had on his vanity across the room.
“You’re sweet, Smiles,” Angel whispered into his skin.
“As are you, cher,” Alastor rumbled back without any static.
To their combined relief, no one in the Hotel came looking for either of them while they were still wrapped up in each other. The next day no one was the wiser that anything out of the ordinary had occurred at all.