Part 41

The cool floor felt amazing against his warm back, and Angel was happy he had lost his jacket and shirt in the fight; pulling on the cigarette in his mouth, wiping a line of blood off his nose as he lay on his back. After a long draw, he took the cigarette from his mouth and lifted it above his head, the scaled hand of Alex taking it from the slender fingers of the spider. His shirt and jacket were in ribbons on the floor, his chest sporting several new cuts that would turn into some beautiful scars.

Alex took a pull off the cigarette, "I'm not saying that was better than sex, cause it wasn't, but...god damn..." The exhale left his body, and a little puff of smoke left his lips as he lifted his head to see Angel staring at the ceiling, "but are ya alright, Angie?"

The spider sat up with his top pair of arms, stretching, "I've been roughed up worse on shoots." He went to stand and winced, pressing a hand to his side, "but I'll admit that one got me good." He slowly rolled his body forward onto his feet and sighed, grabbing the smoke back, "but look at you." His free hand ran down his boyfriend's face, gently rubbing the purple bruise on his cheek where the side of his mouth had hit the floor and knocked another tooth out. And right when his old one had grown back.

His hair stuck up slightly from being grabbed a little too rough, and one eye was barely opened, swollen in his cheek.

Angel chuckled slightly, flicking the cigarette and returning the swell, "You look fuckin' beautiful. If you had a little scar right here," Angel ran a fingertip along the side of Alex's cheek just below his eye, "I'd fuck you right here." He traced his fingertip along the split in his lip.

His eyes caught sight of something else, not another blemish on his perfect figure but rather a thin line of blood sliding from the center of the lizard's chest, "fuck, darling, you've got one right between your ribs."

He looked down, touching around the spot, "Ah fuck...looks like one made it through...tender." Angel crawled on top of him, kissing him hard before leaning down and wrapping his soft lips around the hole on his chest, sucking hard on him, pinning his shoulders down, Alex gritting his teeth tight, squirming a little.

He felt it leave him, the spot emptying and the object in his chest sliding out. Angel leaned back, his lips covered in his dark blue blood, the bullet between his teeth.

When Angel opened his mouth, his eyes on his mate, the bullet dropped from his lips and down his shirt.

He sat his hips down on Alex, feeling the bulge forming and grinding into his clothed bottom half, "Daddy wants to be eaten by his spider, don't he? Likes a little violence, huh?" His hips moving side to side, Angel pressed their chests together. He brought his face closer, "This could hurt, babe...don't let me kill ya'. Sutures might not save you."

The lizard's claws gripped Angel's hips, "I'm going to kill him, Angie. I promise." His voice was low, deep. Something in his face had changed, and it did more to Angel than the dry humping did, the claws of one of his hands reaching up to cup his cheek. "I'm going to make sure you have both of your pretty eyes back."

Across the room, Carmilla's eyes suddenly darted to the large wooden double doors leading to the foyer. Her hands clenched, and her eyes narrowed, glaring at the door, "If you two will excuse me for a moment." Without a chance for a response, she stormed off, disappearing from the room, her heels clicking across the marble floor.

She closed the doors behind her as she walked, stepping through the grand foyer towards the front doors. Her eyes didn't meet the faces of her guards, "leave. All of you."

In unison, the men moved in silence towards the door, a heavy sense of apprehension settling over the entire mansion, only the sounds of hurried footsteps and doors clicking shut and Carmilla's footsteps tinking on the floor as she approached the door. She paused, took a deep breath, and opened it to Alastor's smiling face.

"Miss Carmine." His arms stretched out, and he took her hand in his to kiss it, "How have you been, my dear? Busy few days, yes?" He straightened up, keeping his large grin and glancing at his surroundings. "Not coming out to visit an old friend? You have many essential visitors, and certainly, you are no homebody!" He let go of her hand as she pulled back, turning her body in defense as if to return inside, her arms crossing, "Well, I wasn't expecting you. Are you here to check on progress? You were never one for social calls, even in your prime."

Alastor's smile seemed a little more genuine momentarily, which made things worse for Carmilla. "Ah. So the boys are here, are they?"

After a moment, Carmilla nodded, tapping one of her heels into the ground a few times. Of course they're here. Where else would they go?" She walked a few steps. " They are practicing right now, actually."

Alastor stepped into her home without being invited, moving closer to her by a giant step, "I would like to see them both if you don't mind." The two stopped before each other, "I would very much enjoy observing their progress."

Carmilla snarled, and suddenly, a slight glow came from her eyes, and Alastor smirked a little wider, "How rude, my dear. Looking at me as if I am some oppressor in all of this. Remember who is doing whom the favor." He lowered his face a little closer, and she scowled. "The help, my dear."

He clapped his hands together, walking past her. She froze for a moment before storming to catch up with his long strides, "You've caused some considerable pain for those boys, and-"

"And his pain and wellbeing are not only none of my concern but also yours. He is a tool, my dear. Remember that." He wagged his finger, "One must never grow too sentimental compared to the greater plan. If you were so concerned about such things, I don't think you ever would have cut that angel's head off when it threatened your children. But you did~"

The Overlord froze at his mention of their shared past. Her jaw was tightly clenched, and anger and pain radiated from her. She swallowed the knot in her throat and pushed the thoughts away. She cleared her throat as the doors swung open before her.

In the middle of the room, Angel was lying on top of Alex, the two bruised, bleeding, and their mouths locked to one another. Alex rolled to the side, pinning Angel beneath him, the spider's legs wrapped around him. They weren't fucking, but they were pretty close.

Alastor glanced up at Carmilla. "Practice makes perfect, I suppose." He turned his attention back to the two on the ground, raising a brow. " Enjoyable, I can imagine." The radio host moved his mic to his mouth, the dials adjusting. He had a smirk on his face, and the room around them lit with his power. A chill suddenly grew in the room. "BOYS!"

Alex jumped from the spider, and the two scrambled, panting and holding up their hands as Alastor approached, his aura surrounding them and pressing down on them, "WELL! Quite the...er, exhibit." He glanced down at the two, "Angel...Alex." His smile faded just a bit, and he huffed out a little sigh, "It would seem the two of you have quite the position in which you find yourselves. I leave you two alone for a few days, and it seems all hell has broken loose. I had to eat two people on the way here today who believed I knew your location. I did, but to think that people would be desperate enough to dare raise a hand to me is absurd! Haha!" Angel knew Alastor didn't eat people, so he could only shudder thinking what he meant by that. Unless...he did.

"You have till morning, boys. That's what I have come to say."

Alex couldn't hold his temper back for too long, "what the fuck do you mean 'morning'?" Alastor lifted his staff and jabbed Alex in the chest with it, "Do not raise your voice to me, dear boy. It's unbecoming of you." He glanced down at the two of them, his smile wide, "Valentino has tasked me to bring you both to him and end this by tomorrow. I intend to do just that." He pushed past the two of them.

Alex started after him and grabbed him by the wrist, his eyes fierce and glaring up into the red, "This is not a fight we can win! We aren't ready! I'm not ready!"

Alastor freed his wrist as if shaking off a child, "No one is ever quite ready to face their destiny, dear boy. How much longer would you need to hide out in here? A month? A year? Five years?" He glanced at Angel, "How long would you have until you would have to go back to work when he calls you? Another day? A few hours? He could call you to come in for a shoot right now if he felt like it, yes? And you would be CONTRACTUALLY obligated to do so, yes?" He glanced at Alex. "Are you saying you would do nothing? Allow him to walk back into that studio. After what happened to you, what do you know will happen to him?"

Alastor spread his arms and waved a finger in the air, the lights flickering before the Radio demon took a few steps closer, "Come now! It has already begun, yes? I think what you feel, the both of you, are a few measly nerves and jitters. After all, dear boy, you are the one that said," Alastor held his microphone up, Alex's voice exploding from the tip with a piercing screech; "I'M GOING TO KILL THAT MONSTER!" And he took a step, pointing his staff right at the lizard's chest, his grin returning to full force, the very sound of his teeth creaking with the growing smile, "so, kill him..." he leaned back, "or don't."