"Phew. Now that that's out of the way..." Angel said to himself as he wiped his forehead.

Usually Niffty would be with him, but as of late, he'd been in such a good mood. As corny as it was, Alastor's presence, to have a lover for everything he'd never had before, was the just the relief he needed. It was an escape from everything else, to feel their touch that only lingered as much as he wanted. Unconditional love that he reciprocated, and exclusively.

Part of thought that was hypocritical. Yes, he was fucking selfish like that, but Alastor sure didn't seem to mind, and he had no qualms about being exclusive too. He didn't miss Valentino or the work they provided. Those thoughts seemed so distant now as he finally focused on himself, and the surprisingly honest work he'd gotten himself into. The last thing he thought he'd be doing after quitting his previous job was actually working for Charlie Morningstar, the princess of Hell. And he didn't mean slacking around...

...Alright fine, he did slack off still. But it wasn't nearly as bad as just leaving 10 minutes into a shift to go get high in some corner. He was actually getting things done, and he felt proud of himself for it. All because he finally had the one thing he'd unconsciously been wishing for.

Or maybe it was more than one thing. It was hard to describe what Alastor was doing. They seemed like a blend of everything that he'd been looking for, despite the deer looking like quite the opposite not long ago. Physical attributes aside, they could be pretty mean-spirited, and cruel. The lord wouldn't treat the others as such, but they sure treated him badly. Angel guessed that was the consequence for not respecting their space and totally sexually harassing him.

And now that harassment was... not really harassing anymore. Thinking back a few days, he could remember being lost in his thoughts. Sex was barely a concept in his head. The only reason he'd gotten into the work was a bad mixture of the bastard moth's manipulation and the need for money. Alastor, as non-sexual as they were, was never an issue in that regard. The spider had asked himself, 'Can I really live the rest of my life without sex?'

The answer didn't require any more than a split second. It was a yes. Alastor fulfilled him beyond belief, satisfaction that sex, a mere temporary release, could never achieve. The craziness of it all wasn't lost on him. How the fuck could he be 'converted' like that? Angel Dust? One of, if not the biggest names, in the porn industry?

Finishing cleaning up the room of the section he'd been assigned to, he hid away the cleaning supplies in the closet and sighed, humming. An honest day's work was done. Now he planned to go down to the lobby as the dinner hour arrived. He giggled excitedly as he thought of seeing Alastor again. That deer must've been so exhausted. The overlord would usually manage to find a moment to personally visit, or even peek through a shadow. The amount of paperwork running an angel business in, wouldn't you know, Hell, sure had a lot of legal troubles and bills associated with it. It was a wonder that she could pay for such things; something that only the royal wallet could manage, probably.

Ringing for the elevator and hearing the bell as it opened, he shivered, heart skipping a beat. That one night when they'd kissed, a memory that always played when he went about his day using the transport, played as clear as day. He felt chills down his spine as the doors closed and he leaned onto a wall. Every motion of their hands, the way their lips made for his, those eyes so sincere as they stared into his-

"Alright, let's not get too excited, Angel." He announced to himself, his cheeks red. There'd be plenty of time for that later.

Though, he did feel hesitance at the thought. Alastor was quite receptive to his advances now, yes. But, he also did feel as if he pushed a little too hard, hinting at 'what could come next.' Oral was all they'd ever done, and he was totally content with that; even at not receiving any himself. Would it be too much for the deer to... go a step further? Alastor's boundaries were only recently expanding, and he'd prefer that it was Alastor moving things along. All of this really was bonus, after all.

He hadn't actually thought he'd be sucking the Radio Demon's dick. He could've become asexual right then! An asexual duo they'd be, not having any sex whatsoever. And here they were.

"Guess I'll just read the room later..." Angel stepped out to the lobby and, seeing the heads present, made a beeline for that familar red shade. The group had been at a booth, oddly, all surrounding his target.

"What, you guys playin' poker without me now?" Angel approached spreading his arms out, jesting.

As they all turned around, eyes wide, Angel came to a standstill. Suddenly, silence. Now that he thought of it, their talking was rather quiet, those whispers cutting off the moment he made his entrance. Charlie had a very sheepish grin. Husk looked uncertain, with his lips being pinched shut by a, strangely, neutral-faced Niffty. And Vaggie... well, the RBF was active. Nothing out of the ordinary there.

What was the most out of ordinary was Alastor, whose eyes were spiraling, their hands loosely wrapped around a book that didn't seem like any other book he'd seen Alastor reading; which seemed like a pretty minute detail, but Angel had dated the deer long enough to know by heart which books they read. This one was a new one and was untitled...

"Uhh, hi? What's goin' on?"

"..."

"Al'? What's, uh... what's wrong with him?"

Ding!

"Oh! Dinner's ready!" Charlie giggled in offtone as she circled past Angel, that weird smile still on. "Leeeet me just get that served! Ahahahaha!"

"Haha..." Angel's eyes followed the princess until she left the room. As he looked back to the remaining four demons, they had snapped to sitting positions, save for Vaggie who just had her arms crossed.

"Alastor's just fucked up a spell is all. He's kind of... I dunno. Disoriented?"

"Disoriented? Huh..." Angel cocked an eye as he went to approach.

Husk was stiff despite his relaxed leg-over-the-other-pose. And, they were in Angel's way.

"Hey, move it. I wanna check our pal here."

"Uhhh, i dunno if that's such a good idea." Husk looked over at the lord, those eyes just continuing to ripple. "You might wanna give him some space?"

"Scram, cat!" Angel glared, basically yanking Husk out of the way.

Sitting next to Alastor, he looked worriedly. He'd never seen the deer like this before. The eyes were indicatory of some kind of stress, no doubt, those usually only happening when he was out fighting lords or in some kind of distress.

Gently, Angel rubbed Alastor's arm. "Hey, Al'? Babe, what's wrong?"

That seemed to do something as they blinked. Though, still out of sorts, as they nearly flopped their face onto the table. "Angel... dear...?"

"The one and only." Angel spoke sweetly, his hold on their arm turning into a hug.

The swirls slowed and eventually disappeared, and their frozen grin lowered into a softer smile. But, as brief as that relaxation had been, Alastor took the book on the table and vanquished it away, the red novel looking as if it'd been reduced to ash.

Angel blinked. "That was some spell, huh?"

Alastor swallowed, looking surprised as he looked at the others. Then, finally looking at Angel, nodded exaggeratedly.

"Ah... yes, I... yes?"

Eyes crinkling, Angel shrugged. Something was definitely off, but seeing as no one was talking, he figured it'd be easy to just ask Alastor personally later. As he kept an arm around for that physical attention he'd been craving the whole day, Alastor holding his hand under the table and his head against their shoulder, he already felt that curiosity leave his mind.

Charlie returned with a lovely dinner. She was a great cook, and if she didn't do it herself, she knew just about every 5 star restaurant in the city with delivery. After the food had been served, things seemed to settle in nicely again... making the previous situation all the more odd. Maybe a spell really had made things weird for just that minute.

As dinner ended, so did the day. Going to the elevator, as a sort of tradition, they had let everyone else go first. Angel, anticipating the return of the elevator, held Alastor's hand tightly. Though, they were already starting earlier with their little ritual as the deer looked into the other's eyes with that same look from their first kiss.

Angel moved first, the more starved of the two, just a small test of those delicious lips as he leaned in and back out. And as the elevator opened, the two moving in, Alastor backed Angel against the end of the small compartment, kissing much harder. The doors set them free in a sort of way, their motions only intensifying as the metal frames closed.

"Al'... ahh.~" Angel whined as Alastor's kiss slid off of their lips and to that slim neck.

Alastor didn't usually go for that. It excited him immensely.

Those beady red eyes glowed hotter, and the horns shifted, lengthening. Angel's heart raced at such reciprocation, letting him know the deer wasn't just going through the motions. Something was definitely different, but he sure wasn't about to complain. As their hips connected, Alastor's pressing harder against his, the spider exhaled, his head lulling against the wall behind him.

"Al', why... I-I..." Angel twitched as his arousal shot way up. As if making out traditionally wasn't enough to get him going, Alastor was definitely doing more than just kissing.

But, Alastor backed off, looking less confident than just a moment ago. "Angel? Is... is something wrong?"

"Fuck no." Angel spoke breathily, panting. He was quite *hard*, and he knew Alastor was too.

"I wanted to try... erm. New things."

"Yeah? No kiddin'." Angel shook, his body's overstimulation showing. "Whatever yer doin', I fuckin' love it, babe."

Alastor glowed. "I'm glad."

The elevator opening, Angel would've been disappointed, if not for the fact that they were undoubtedly going to continue this. Kissing Angel one last time, Alastor guided them by the hand to the deer's room. A shadow opening the door, the spider went in first. Somewhat stumbling, legs feeling weak, he sat on the velvet draped bed.

Alastor closed the doro without looking, magic taking care of things , arms folded at his back. He followed intently, and just as Angel looked up, picked right back up where they'd left of. Angel felt every inch of his body crave this as his back arched, and as he felt Alastor's crotch right against his again, inches were definitely begging for this. Yet, he pried off, his red hot blush clear against his clear fur.

"Whoa there, big boy," Angel purred as he lifted a leg to keep Alastor at distance, shin rubbing up and down between the lord's legs. Feeling that bulge pulsate, Angel was beginning to rethink the entire pause. "I just got off from dusting an entire floor. Think you'd better enjoy yourself if I were clean."

Alastor reached out to stroke their cheek, seemingly mulling over the idea over whether or not to ravage Angel on the spot. Exhaling, they pulled off with a grunt, the purr making the hairs on the other's back stand.

"Fine." Alastor's tone was playful in spite of what was surely frustration, standing right back up and away from the bed. "I believe I should do the same."

Walking past Alastor was really, really difficult. He thought of just kissing again right there and letting out the stress he'd unknowingly been penning up. Despite relieving himself after those sessions with Alastor, he'd sated himself with the fact that he could pleasure Alastor. This open reciprocation was yet another thing he'd locked away. That long list of reasons to love Alastor just kept right on extending.

Alastor's gaze followed as Angel disappeared to the bathroom. This was not lost on Angel as he looked back dreamily, about to close the door.

"Just gimme five..."

"Take your time, mon ange."