A/N: Guess who's posting radio Dust for the first time in over a year! Me, it's me. This was a secret santa gift from one of the discord servers I'm in, but the person I wrote it for said it's fine if I post it so enjoy!


Angel Dust rubbed his hands over his arms as he glanced down the street. Empty, save for a stray plastic bag blowing in the wind, just like he said it would be. No one in their right mind would be out this close to the start of the extermination. And yet here he was, standing on the sidewalk like a fucking lunatic, all because Alastor was too stubborn to admit when he had a bad idea. He looked to the narcissist in question, eyes trailing up his slender frame before reaching his ever present smile. He looked unphased, scanning the street for any desperate demons scrambling for cover. Not that there would be any, it was too late for that. Anyone still out was dead meat walking.

Speaking of, unlike Alastor, apparently, Angel Dust preferred keeping himself in one piece. "Hey, Al. It's, uh, it's gettin' a little late, don't'cha think?"

Alastor looked at him, eyes narrowing. Though his smile stayed firmly in place, there was no mistaking the way it sharpened. "Angel Dust, if you suggest going home one more time, I will tie you to the nearest light pole and leave you there."

A terrifying threat, considering what was at stake, but Angel Dust knew a bluff when he heard one. "Then you better get some fuckin' rope handy, 'cause I wanna go the fuck home." He had known Alastor for a year now, if he had had the balls to kill him, he would have done it already.

Alastor rolled his eyes, smile twitching ever so slightly. "We are fine where we are. We have plenty of time, I just checked my watch a moment ago."

"Yeah, see, ya say that now, how's about ya try again here in a sec when angels are chasin' our sorry asses all the way back ta the hotel," Angel Dust snapped. He wasn't ready to die, again, just because Alastor was a stubborn asshole.

Alastor considered him a moment, probably deciding whether his need to start shit outweighed how much trouble he'd be in if he did. After a moment he sighed. "This is the last time I'm going to say it, Angel. We are fine, the extermination isn't due to start in at least–"

The blare of a siren cut him off, making Angel Dust's stomach drop. Alastor's smile actually faltered, ears twitching at the sound, eyes briefly flickering to startled static. "But, my watch, it said–"

"Clearly your watch is fuckin' broken!" Angel Dust grabbed his hand, unconcerned with consequences as he dragged a stumbling Alastor behind him. If Alastor wanted to kill him for this, fine, but that shit could wait until after the extermination. "You better get a fuckin' move on, smiles, 'cause we need to go hide now."

Alastor struggled a moment before pulling his hand away and straightening himself. "I assure you, I am perfectly capable of walking on my own. Now, I doubt we'll make it home, but if we can find another hotel nearby that should do the trick."

"Yeah, I know, where the fuck do ya think I'm goin'?" Angel Dust guestered down the street as more sirens across the city roared to life, harmonizing together in a haunting melody. "Two blocks down, one block to the left, because I was paying attention so we don't fuckin' die. Now get your ass in gear before a real angel puts a new fuckin' hole in it."

He didn't bother to check if Alastor was following when he started making his way down the block, at this point he was so frustrated he didn't really care. He kept his gaze focused on what was ahead of him as he walked, desperate to get inside before an angel caught sight of him. Luckily for him his long strides made short work of the trip, it was only a few minutes before the half burnt out sign was in sight.

Paradise Hotel, Pay by the hour!

Yeah, that was about right for this side of town. Even by Hell's standards, they weren't exactly in the classiest part of the pentagram. Not that he wasn't used to dealing with places like this, it was kind of an occupational hazard. He didn't even hesitate as he threw the door open, a little bell on the door frame alerting the room to his presence. The clerk at the desk was currently serving some greasy looking cat demon, handing them a key to a room. The bell rang again, probably signaling Alastor's sorry ass coming in after him. He made his way to the counter, shoving the cat demon to the side. "Hey, how much does a room go for?"

"Ooo, yeah, sorry buddy, fresh outta rooms." The clerk grabbed the last key off the peg board behind them, slipping it into their pocket..

"Fresh out?" Angel Dust felt his eye twitch. Did this guy think he was blind? "Bitch, I just saw you pocket a key! How fuckin' stupid do you think I am?"

"That one's for me." They patted their pocket, flashing him an oddly sincere apologetic smile. "I gotta sleep somewhere, yeah? Good luck not dying, though!" With that they hurried through a door behind the counter, probably to sweet, sweet safety.

Well, fuck.

Angel Dust looked to the door he had come through, ignoring Alastor standing awkwardly behind him. It didn't look very sturdy, but unfortunately it was probably going to be all they had. "Alright, maybe if we lock that sucker, barricade it, and stay quiet, we can keep any angels out. If we had started earlier we could'a just went somewhere else, but I think this is the best we're gonna get."

"Maybe for him." Angel Dust looked around for the new voice, spotting the cat demon from before. He was leaning against the front counter and eying Angel Dust in a way he was unfortunately all too familiar with. "Your friend over there ain't too easy on the eyes, but you, aren't you some famous porn star or some shit?"

Angel Dust narrowed his eyes, crossing his top set of arms and resting his bottom set on his hips. "Maybe I am. What's it to ya?"

"I knew I recognized you from somewhere," the cat demon grinned. "Tell you what, you can bunk with me, if you make it worth my while. Hell, maybe I'll even let your buddy watch if you promise to get extra freaky."

Angel Dust scrunched up his face in disgust. Maybe taking on a holy spear wouldn't be that bad after all. Though, it would be safer in a room and, as much as he made jokes, he actually didn't plan on putting an end to his afterlife any time soon. Not to mention Alastor's life was just as much on the line as his own was. As pissed as he was at the guy, he didn't exactly want him to get erased. Maybe this room deal was the best plan after all. He opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by the familiar sound of irritated static. Alastor strode past him, grabbing the cat demon by the scruff and yanking him off his feet.

"Thank you, my good fellow, but I have a much better idea!" He snatched the key from the other demon's hand before dragging him to the front door, grin sharp and eyes murderous.

The cat, eyes wide with terror, made every attempt to kick and struggle his way back to his feet, but his efforts did jack shit to save him. Angel Dust knew from experience that getting out of Alastor's grip when he was this pissed off was next to impossible. "Whoa whoa, hey shit head let me go! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

"Procuring a room for my compatriot and I, of course!" The faux politeness in his voice normally grated on Angel Dust's nerves, but now that it was being used on someone that wasn't him it was actually kind of funny. "It's so kind of you to offer us your room, really, what a class act! But I'm sure you have other places to be, so I'll happily show you out."

Alastor threw open the front door, ready to throw the demon out, but he stopped in his tracks when he saw what awaited them outside. There, standing in the middle of the street, was an angel. It was tall, taller than Angel Dust, looking down at a demon struggling under its pointed boot. The three of them stood frozen, unable to look away as it sank its spear deep into the demon's chest, drawing out strangled, agonized cry before they went still. The room itself seemed to hold its breath as they watched, none of them daring to move. The blaring sirens and screams of terror had masked the sound of the door opening, thank fuck, and hopefully it would mask the sound of the door closing just as well. If Alastor acted quickly, they might actually survive this whole mess.

Any second now.

Alastor was definitely going to close the door any second now.

Or, maybe he wasn't. Alastor stood frozen like a deer in headlights, eyes locked on the angel as it pulled its spear from the demon's corpse. It looked around, scanning the street for another victim, its back to them for now. Angel Dust wanted to tell Alastor to close the door, or even to march over there and close it himself, but he didn't dare move or make a sound. The only thing worse than leaving that door open was drawing that damn thing's attention.

And then that fucking cat demon whimpered, like the little bitch ass he was.

Even with all that noise, the sounds of the annual extermination so loud it made Angel Dust's ears ring, that whimper was just loud enough. The angel's head whipped around in a complete 180 before tilting slightly, eyes locked on them. It gripped its spear, turning the rest of its body towards them before walking forward.

Oh, oh shit, oh fuck.

The words were already out of his mouth before he could even think of them, his tone panicked. "Al, Alastor the door, Alastor shut the fuckin' door!"

He moved forward, arms outstretched to shut the door himself, but Alastor moved first. He took a hurried step back, shoving the cat demon out the door and into the angel. "Your problem, now!" He then slammed the door shut, rattling the worryingly thin walls with the force, before turning the deadbolt. Not that that would hold off an angel for very long.

Angel Dust took a step back, eyes locked on the door. He could feel himself trembling, the sound of his own rapid breathing making it difficult to focus. "Okay, okay we just need to, fuck, okay, lets just get into that room and maybe it'll stay outside."

The universe was determined to make him eat his words, it seemed. They heard a loud shriek followed by a thwunk, the tip of the angel's spear protruding through the now splintered wood of the door. Angel Dust couldn't help but jump back with a startled yelp, eyes going wide. Blood dripped down the grooves as they heard struggling on the other side, more than likely that cat demon was pinned. Though, if he had been gored like Angel Dust suspected, then that struggling wasn't going to last much longer. The next thing he knew Alastor had him by the forearm, dragging him down the hallway.

"I'm sure the room can't be that hard to find, but I do believe it's best if we hurry." The panic in Alastor's voice was so out of place, it almost didn't sound real. Alastor, actually scared of something? Then again, it did make sense. Even Alastor couldn't stand up to an angel. Angel Dust let himself be dragged up the stairs, eyes on Alastor as he read off the room number on the key to himself. He could hear the front door rattle behind them, no doubt the angel was trying to get inside. They didn't usually stop hunting something down unless they spotted something better to chase so, unless some other poor sap wandered into that thing, if they didn't hide they were done for.

"The room is 134, it should be right…" Alastor trailed off as he looked over the room numbers ahead of them, lighting up when he spotted what he was looking for. "Ah! 134, there it is." Angel Dust followed him as he went over to the room, fumbling with the key for a moment before unlocking the door and pushing it open. Alastor ushered Angel Dust inside, pushing him forward by the small of his back. "Quickly now, my dear, it's best we have the door closed and locked before it sees which room we've gone into."

"Yeah, yeah you don't gotta tell me twice." Angel Dust went with the shove, rushing inside and stepping out of the way so Alastor could follow. The hotel room was about the quality you'd expect from the kind of joint they were in, a dingy place that you definitely wouldn't want to take a blacklight to. The curtains were already pulled closed over the window, thank fuck for that. It was dark and difficult to see, and there was a light switch by the door, but Angel Dust didn't dare flip it on. The last thing they needed was the angel seeing the light through the crack under the door, or another one spotting it in the window. There was a bathroom with a shower, that was a plus, and–

Oh. Oh no.

Alastor stepped into the room behind him, shutting the door and locking it. "Alright, that should do for now. If it can't find our room, it can't skewer us!"

"Hey, uh, Al?"

"There are at least six floors to this building," Alastor continued on, not even noticing Angel Dust had spoken. "That should give us something of an advantage, I doubt it will want to check all of the rooms."

"Al."

"Especially if they're all locked. As long as we stay quiet we should be safe and–"

"Alastor!"

Alastor shot him a glare, his smile twitching. "Angel Dust, it's rude to interrupt people when they're talking. Did your mother never teach you any manners?"

"Did your momma never teach ya ta listen when someone's tryin' ta tell ya somethin' important?" Angel Dust retorted.

Alastor rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Oh honestly, what's so important that you decided it couldn't wait until I had finished speaking?"

Angel Dust crossed his arms, giving Alastor a look. "There's only one bed, ya fuckin' moron."

Alastor stopped, eyes darting towards the singular bed in the room. The two stood in pregnant silence as Alastor took some time to process this information. After a moment he spoke, words slow as he considered their circumstances. "Yes, so there is."

"Is that important enough for ya?" Angel Dust couldn't help the venom that seeped into his tone. Maybe next time this motherfucker would actually stop and listen to him for once. Not that that was likely, he was surprised Alastor could hear him at all from up on his high horse.

"I suppose it is." Alastor's words were reluctant. If there was one thing Angel Dust knew that conceited bastard hated, it was being wrong. However, after a moment Alastor's grin sharpened and his eyes wandered back to Angel Dust with a look in them that he really didn't like. "And, I must say, it really is so kind of you to volunteer to sleep on the floor. Really, Angel Dust, absolutely outstanding behavior, I'll be sure to tell Charlie of your kindness."

"Sleep on the– what?! Ex-fuckin'-scuse me, pal, I don't think so." Angel Dust jabbed a finger into Alastor's chest, leaning forward to tower over him. "This whole thing is your fault! If it weren't for you, I'd be happy in my own damn bed with Fat Nuggets right now. You don't wanna share, then your dumb ass can sleep on the floor 'cause that bed is mine."

Alastor's eyes narrowed. "Oh no no no, you're mistaken, my dear." Any pretense of politeness melted away, as it tended to do when one hurt Alastor's pride. He shoved Angel Dust's hand away, giving him a look that was definitely a threat. "I may have… miscalculated earlier, but that changes nothing. I'm still the lead on this endeavor, and you are still sleeping on the floor."

"Yeah, no." Angel Dust strode over to the bed, throwing himself down. He folded his arms behind his head and stretched out his legs, because if he was going to have the bed to himself then he was going to lounge damn it. "You didn't listen to me when I said we should go home, you opened the door for the holy murder machine, so I get the bed. It's only fair." No doubt this would be a blow to Alastor's precious ego, but as far as Angel Dust was concerned Alastor could take that ego and go fuck himself with it.

Unfortunately for him, it would seem as if Alastor disagreed. He stepped forward, picking up his microphone and jabbing Angel Dust in the side with it. "Move."

The jab hurt, but Angel Dust was pretty damn good at pretending not to notice. Instead he just snorted, closing his eyes. "Yeah, no, I got a better idea. Hows about instead you go fuck off?"

"Angel Dust," static crept into Alastor's voice, a suffocating pressure filling the air. "I swear to Satan, if you don't move I'm going to–"

"Gonna what?" Angel Dust scoffed. "Pout at me? You can't do jack shit, if anything happens to me Charlie'll rip your pretty face off an' make ya eat it. I'm staying right here, thanks."

For a moment there was silence, and Angel Dust thought that maybe the battle had been won. Surprising, but refreshing. That was before he felt the business end of Alastor's microphone on his side, digging into his ribs as Alastor actually shoved hard enough to push him towards the edge of the bed. Angel Dust's eyes snapped open, a startled cry leaving him as his hands scrambled to find purchase. "Whoa whoa whoa hey HEY!" He grabbed the microphone on instinct, tugging it hard to try and pull it away from Alastor. Instead, the only thing he managed to do was pull Alastor down on top of him. It was Alastor's turn to shout out in surprise, letting go of the microphone and throwing both arms out in front of himself so he didn't face plant on Angel Dust's abdomen. He landed with a hand on either side of Angel Dust's head, looming over him, but Angel Dust would be damned a second time if he was going to back down. He used what little leverage he had to toss the microphone to the floor, out of both of their reaches.

This seemed to piss Alastor off that much more, his grin twitching and the screech of an old radio filling the air. He pinned Angel Dust's wrists and moved to straddle his hips, probably to keep him from causing any more trouble. He looked angrier than Angel Dust had ever seen him, a good mile past murderous. "You're going to pay for that, you little–"

He was interrupted by the rattle of a doorknob.

It was faint, but there was no mistaking it. The room fell silent in an instant, neither of them daring to so much as breathe. Angel Dust let his gaze shift to the door, watching as it slowly turned one way, and then the other. The entire door shifted and shook as something pulled on it, hesitantly at first, and then so hard that the room was filled with the sound of the banging and Angel Dust was afraid it would be pulled clear off its hinges.

And then, as suddenly as it had started, it was over. The door was still once again, with only the sound of receding footsteps audible in the room, until even those left the pair in silence. Angel Dust let out the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding, unable to stop himself from trembling as his own heartbeat roared in his ears. That was the most scared he had probably ever been in his afterlife and, considering some of the shit he had been through, that was really saying something. He looked up at Alastor, the other demon frozen above him, locking their eyes together. As they lay there staring at each other, Angel Dust became all too aware of the position they were in. Looking up at the radio demon above him, shifting his hips ever so slightly, his heart was suddenly pounding for a very different reason. He had always been attracted to Alastor, that much wasn't new, but the position they were currently locked in was giving rise to some thoughts that he had believed he had long since repressed. When Alastor's eyes narrowed, his gaze suddenly much more intense, Angel Dust couldn't help but wonder what Alastor was thinking, being caught stuck like this. Probably deciding whether or not throwing Angel Dust outside was worth the risk. It definitely wasn't the same thing Angel Dust had on his mind, that much was for sure. Alastor wasn't interested in Angel Dust, or anything else sexual for that matter, that much had been made clear.

Or, at least, he thought it had. So much so that he didn't know what to think when Alastor hesitantly leaned forward, pressing his lips to Angel Dust's. His heart froze in his chest as he felt Alastor's lips move against his, warm and softer than he could ever have imagined. He had to be dreaming, this couldn't possibly be real. Alastor would never kiss him, would never toy with the hem of his shirt with nimble fingers, would never run those fingers up the fur of his sides, pulling an appreciative hum from Angel Dust's chest. And yet, it was all too real when Alastor nipped his lip with razor sharp teeth, when droplets of blood welled from his lip and splashed his tongue with a tang of iron, when Alastor gripped his fur so hard it ached. Once the shock began to subside Angel Dust leaned into the kiss, tangling a pair of hands in Alastor's hair and resting the other pair on his slender waist. And, fuck, if this wasn't everything he had imagined it would be. Alastor shifted, resting his knee between Angel Dust's legs, and Angel Dust shifted against it in just the right way that made heat pool in his stomach and a moan escape his lips.

And then it was all over.

The sound did something to Alastor, pulled him back to reality maybe, but whatever it was sent him reeling back, jerking away from Angel Dust and pulling himself out of his grip. His eyes were wide, panicked, his chest heaving and, for the very first time since Angel Dust had met him, his ever-present smile was absent.

"Whoa whoa whoa, hey, Al, hold on, calm down." Angel Dust reached out to comfort him, only to have his hand shoved away.

"No, no I don't, this isn't–"

"Alastor." Angel Dust grabbed his hand, looking at Alastor with concern. "Let's not lose our shit, yeah? We still gotta be quiet, we don't know where that thing is. Last thing we need is ta get stabbed ta death because of a mental breakdown."

That seemed to get through to him. Alastor stopped, considering his words a moment as he stared at Angel Dust's hand in his own. "I… suppose you have a point…"

"Don't I always?" Angel Dust flashed him a small smile, though he was sure it did little to hide his concern. How about we just stop, take a deep breath, and talk a little."

Alastor nodded, taking a deep breath. His hand was trembling. Angel Dust gave it soft squeeze before letting go, leaning back on his elbows. "Gotta say though, hot as this is, I'm gonna need ya ta get off me. This, uh, ain't really a talkin' kind of position, if ya catch my drift."

"Oh! Yes, yes of course." Alastor scrambled to get off of him, looking embarrassed and, fuck, was he blushing? Angel Dust knew this was Hell, no laws and all that shit, but Alastor managing to be cute should have been fucking illegal.

Alastor sat on the edge of the bed, looking uncharacteristically unsure of himself, and Angel Dust pushed himself up to sit next to him. "So, uh, we gonna talk about what just happened, or…?" He left the question open ended, raising a brow at Alastor.

Alastor, on the other hand, was avoiding eye contact completely. He was staring at his hands, fidgeting with his gloves. When Angel Dust spoke he all but winced at the words, looking more embarrassed than Angel Dust had ever seen him. "I think I would rather not, if it's all the same to you."

"Okay, see, I hear ya, I really do, but you kissed me." Angel Dust watched as Alastor looked away, ears twitching. "We can't just pretend that didn't happen."

Alastor looked at him, attempting to look threatening, but it just came across as a helpless plea. "Can't we, though?"

Angel Dust rolled his eyes. "No, we can't." He took a deep breath, giving himself a moment to think. Tonight had been a lot, for both of them. Between the fighting, the running, the almost dying, it was hard to keep a clear head. Maybe cutting Alastor a little bit of slack wasn't a bad idea, for both of their sakes. "Tell ya what though. How about we get some sleep, focus on surviving the night, and we can sort this shit out in the morning. Give us both a chance to think it over."

Alastor considered the proposal before nodding. "I'd say that's fair."

"Good." Angel Dust scooted back onto the bed, making sure there was plenty of room for both of them. "Dibs on this side, it's my favorite."

Alastor's eyes widened in surprise before narrowing. "Oh no, I don't think so."

Alastor could look as scary as he wanted, but Angel Dust wasn't having it. He just gave him a look, raising a brow. "Either we share, you sleep on the floor, or we talk this shit out tonight. Your choice."

Alastor considered his options a moment before pulling back the covers with an annoyed grumble. Angel Dust snorted and rolled his eyes with a small smile. "Yeah yeah, you're so tough." He nestled down under the blankets, letting himself relax a little. "Get some sleep, I'll see ya in the mornin'."

He didn't get a response but, then again, he hadn't been expecting one. That was more than fine with him, he was more than ready for some shut-eye. He nuzzled his pillow, taking a moment to get comfortable before going still. It had been a long day, terrifying and complicated and messy, but it was over now. Processing all of that could wait until morning. Until then, he welcomed sweet sleep and dreams of Alastor.


A/N: And that's a wrap! Thanks for reading and, as always, stay classy, y'all.