Part 21

With however many narcotics were in his system, dragging himself up the stairs seemed more difficult for Angel. Usually, he could stumble up and crawl if need be, but it had been a long night, and each step required him to use his elbows to climb. There was a fire in his blood as his day had started with fantasizing about Alex killing Valentino and ended with seeing his boss so angry and upset. His cheek was still throbbing from where he had been hit. But he wanted Alex like he wanted a cold glass of water. Like he wanted another bump.

His foot dragged on the soft rug down the long hallways, and the doors loomed down either side like skeletons. Finally, after climbing over what seemed like hundreds of stairs, Angel stumbled down the hallway and pulled himself along the side of the wall, the plaster cool against his burning flesh. The ecstasy made him aroused; the coke kept him focused, but the alcohol and...whatever else he had been given made his body and mind only half work.

Eventually, the Spider managed to stumble down the corridor of bedrooms, and when he approached Alex's room, the door was ajar. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes in the air was fresh, and it rekindled the hunger he had felt when he had walked into his room.

He could imagine his lover waiting for him in bed, ready to press against him as their limbs wove and wound together, their mouths pressing against one another, tongues sliding across one another...

But he was asleep on top of his bed on his back, his leg bloody, his clothes ripped.

A giggle, the high of alcohol, and the excitement made him giggle more at how ridiculous his lover looked, limping and wounded. After taking a second to compose himself and staring at the man as he slept.

He didn't have the decency to lie properly, but at least his limbs looked at home as they hung out of the bed or twisted awkwardly, one foot on the bed, the other with his leg hanging off, his arms hung by his face.

Those smooth and gentle arms wrapped around Valentino's neck as he choked the life out of him, the two of them fucking on the bed on set and making their own video. His fists clenched, and he stumbled next to the bed and dropped to his knees, fumbling with Alex's pants to, at the very least, open them up. He had been thinking of this all day.

His tongue darted out, and he slid a line up the edge of the lizard's abdomen. He shuddered slightly as he licked, trying to contain his emotions and excitement. Alex tasted so good—warm and salty. He had been fighting, and fighting made his taste so strong. His smell...oh fuuuuuck his smell!

One hand coiled around Alex's member as it was still and resting in his pants. "Hey there, beautiful." He kissed it. "It's me." He kissed again. "Angel. Wakey-Wakey." Alex's face changed a little. Did he seem uncomfortable? Good. Angel wasn't comfortable, either.

"Oh!" He shifted the loose member slightly and gave it a proper rub with the back of his knuckles, and it responded immediately, growing hard against his skilled hands. "Good morning...this is how boys wake up, isn't it?" Another kiss, feeling it swell with each kiss as the lizard, clearly now, squirmed.

With the strength he had left, Angel climbed up onto Alex and held his wrists above his head, grinding himself against his warm lover. "Fuck..." he was quiet, "I've been thinking of you all day, Baby. Fucking give it to me." He sucked at his lower lip. "Ah...my god...daddy! Daddy fuck me! Make me yours, make me take it."

He pushed himself against Alex, rubbing his chest, gripping his shoulders, and moving his hands up the young demon, gasping as he edged himself before penetration. "You're gonna fill me up, Daddy. Your hot dick's gonna be throbbing and filling me. Do it." He hissed and tugged on the lizard's bottom lip, feeling the sudden need to make him bleed.

He dropped his hips onto Alex, and the lizard slid inside of him, Angel's hips bucking when he bottomed out inside of him. "Oooohhhh~ fuhuhuuuuk~" he whispered and smiled with his eyes rolling, biting his lips and keeping himself still, savoring the moment. "Fuck me."

He took a second to find his feet and balance and slid upward on Alex, only to slide down on him, bouncing on his strong and warm hips. "I've been good all day and need a treat." One of his second sets of hands slid up his throat, squeezing it a little and then a lot. "This is mine. It's all mine." Alex mumbled incoherently and struggled, Angel's eyes only being partially closed. "shhh. I've got you, baby. I've got you. You're safe with me."

Another set of hands held Alex's shoulders as he continued to bounce. One arm released Alex's throat, allowing the lizard to breathe, while the other hand gripped his head, tilting it away so Angel's kisses could reach his jawline and neck. He loved this. "You've been so good to me. I need to be good to you." Angel dug his hands under the back of his lover's shirt and jacket, claws scratching down Alex's skin. He could feel the battle scars on his back.

He rocked his hips back and forth on his lizard, kissing and licking his neck until his hand shot out, his fingers locking tightly around his lovers' hands and wrists and holding him still, Alex gripping his hands tightly. "Oh fuck...I'm...almost there, babe." Angel pulled at the bottom of his eyelids and wiped his eyes. "It's like...everything feels soooo good right now." He shuddered, and his body coiled tighter.

The rhythm had been disrupted. He couldn't allow that. He couldn't break speed or pace. It was a mistake to him, and a big one was ever to stop midway. It's not good for business, his clients, or the business he keeps, Valentino's, where he worked and lived, or so he told himself. He was going to fuck Alex right. After Alex had done so much for him, he would do a good job and please him.

Now, though, Angel felt Alex push his head upward, causing him to gag a bit, Alex's one leg wrapping around the spider-thin hip, tugging him close and allowing Alex to drive deeper inside. He felt Alex kick. "That's it, baby. Harder. I'm... I'm gonna...!" Angel looked into his lover's face. "Yes...please...pleaaaas..."

"Angel..." The spider continued his motions. Alex didn't even get to finish the question before he looked down and placed his palm on Alex's abdomen. His hips began to vibrate as his orgasm took him, moaning out with his eyes closed tight. "Oh my..." he froze in place, Alex remaining inside of him as the lizard looked to the left, opening his mouth but saying nothing. His face seemed tired. "Just a second, Alex...oh fuck..." he was panting, moaning slightly as his skin crawled and tingled. "Only you, baby...only you." He turned Alex's head and kissed him, drowning in the flavor. He was perfect

"I wanted to show you the way here and share this feeling with you." He whispered between kisses, sliding his tongue between his lips. He would stay a while longer.

He didn't know how long he sat there on Alex's lap, sucking on his boyfriend's tongue, holding him, grinding against him, but the next thing he remembered was walking down the hall to his room and opening the door. That's about as far as he got before he hit the floor and passed out.

Back in the bedroom, Alex stared up at the ceiling, his fists and jaw clenched tightly as he tried to stop himself from screaming. He slowly sat up and checked his body, covered in his blue blood, and feeling like he was going to cry, only barely being able to keep back the tears as he wiped the back of his hand on his mouth, disgusted. He tore his shirt and pants off and rushed to the washroom, flicking the light on. In the mirror was his face, with two wide blue eyes, tears forming at the edges, and the pupil's narrow slits.

He didn't recognize the person in the mirror and clenched the edges of the sink tightly, trying hard not to cry. Alex rubbed his head with the pain in his body and his head throbbing and aching. Angel's touch still lingered everywhere. "Oh, God..." He could not erase what the Spider had done to him; he was so out of it that he thought Alex had asked for such treatment. His knees got weak, and he hunched down, starting to hyperventilate. "He could have hurt you. You couldn't fight. What's wrong with you...Why?"

Alex clutched his stomach and pushed himself up onto the porcelain rim of the sink. What was this feeling in his chest? What was this pressure? He had never experienced such a thing before. In his confusion and stress, he found that it felt easier if he just breathed through his mouth and kept the air from reaching his stomach lest he throw up.

After a few minutes of heavy breathing, he wiped his mouth on the back of his arm and changed his clothes, throwing the old ones in the garbage. He needed to get out of this room. He could still hear Angel's voice in his head talking to him, and he could still taste him in his mouth. He rubbed his mouth again on the inside of his shirt. "Nope..." he shook his head and picked himself up, the wounds on his back still feeling sticky as he rushed to the door, shrugging a hoodie on and limping into the hallway and down to the bar. No one was there.

His footsteps were the only noise as he approached the bar. His hand shook slightly as he reached over the counter and pulled a bottle towards him. He pulled the cap off with his teeth, spitting it to the side, his fingernails drumming on the counter's surface.

A light cough drew his attention from the side where Alastor, looking oddly casual, held out a cigarette for the lizard as if either the demon had been there all along or had materialized with a sampling of his needs. Alex still didn't understand how he worked.

"Ah, Mr. Alex. You look..." he gave him a once-over, "decidedly unwell."

Alex wiped his face. "Yeah..."

The Lizard stared at his own shaking hands and clenched his hands tightly as a way to force them still. "Yeah, I guess you can say that."

The radio demon, always a gentleman, retrieved a glass from behind the counter for himself and Alex and came back around. "May I sit down?" The lizard didn't respond momentarily before sliding a chair back for him with his leg. Alastor could easily read the demon's posture as Alex curled into his hood, covering the upper half of his face as if trying to hide his emotions. Alastor crossed his legs as he filled his glass and Alex's with the dark green liquid in the bottle. "Even in times of great turmoil, we mustn't be uncouth, my boy." He raised his glass, "can you think of a single thing to toast?"

Alex took a drink, "staying sober isn't much to celebrate," he muttered.

Alastor laughed in his throat. "A modest response, to the point. Perhaps your downcast features aren't all just the alcohol? Methinks you have had a rich and full evening, yes?" He laughed sharply, "Ah, the audacity of youth." He laughed louder, showing off a set of incredibly white teeth.

Alex glanced to the side and blinked. "Does no one ever go to bed around here?"

"Oh, I couldn't tell you. Much like most other pleasures in hell, sleep is not necessarily a necessity as much as a habit. Routine. And you know what they say about Routine. Give it a few years, and I promise you will get over it." He took a sip of his drink.

"Years..." he grunted into his own glass.

"They do tend to pass, however slowly it may seem. Now...a toast!" He held up his glass.

Alex lifted his own, and the glasses clinked together, but Alex didn't drink. He just looked into his glass and then set it down on the counter. "Alastor, you said before that your office was always open..." Alex couldn't meet the demon's gaze, and the demon didn't, his usual bright smile and warm tone replaced with a calm and pleasant demeanor.

He hummed with curiosity. "What would you like, dear boy?"

"Would you take me for a walk?"

Alastor grinned and finished the rest of his glass before standing up, curling his staff under his arm. "A morning walk through the city sounds delightful. What did you have in mind?"

Alex turned his glass over a few times before taking his drink. "Take me to see Valentino."