AN: Hey all! So just a little heads up, the next two chapters will have a bit of smut and for this Alastor may be a bit out of character. I've been wanting to write this scene for a while and I finally found a way to incorporate it into the story so if that's not your thing, feel free to skip this one and the next. Thank you all for understanding and enjoy!

Cheers!

Alastor practically had to peel Ellen off of him, she trying to hold on for dear life.

"Now, now that's not…" He pulled her arm from his while trying to doge her other hand reaching for his jacket. "...Ellen you don't…" He let out an annoyed huff, finally managing to get a few steps back. "You are a lady, act like one."

He knew it wasn't really her, the urges and desires were hard to fight, heck they had both done this before, except he didn't know how to fix this. Could he simply tie her down until it had worked through her system? And how long would that take? He involuntarily shuddered thinking about what would happen when it finally hit him.

He hummed in displeasure. He had too many questions and there was someone he knew that would have the answers. Hopefully he could have this all sorted out before he became a mess. He brushed himself off, straightening himself up before slipping into shadow down to the bar.

To no surprise, Husker wasn't too pleased upon his appearance.

"Whatta need?"

"Always such a lively host. Tell me where might I find Angel?"

Husk raised an eyebrow, but didn't ask. "You just missed him. He left."

"How convenient." He muttered to himself. No doubt Valentino knew he would ask the spider about this and to add salt to the wound he had called Angel away. He was looking forward to the day he could rip their souls apart.

"You good boss?"

He waved the concern off. He would figure this out he didn't need the stupid spider anyway. He absent mindedly summoned a small green flame that he danced between, through and over his fingers, his mind lost in thoughts.

Husker's eyes widened as he watched the flame move between the overlords fingers. He hadn't seen Alastor do that in years, hack decades even. Something had the overlord in deep thought, stuck on a problem he couldn't solve. That surely wasn't a good sign. The last time he remembered seeing him like this he had spent three days rampaging Hell. It was so bad he had to get Nifty and hide from the chaos until he had finally worked it out of his system. He was not going to deal with that again.

"Is there something I can help with?"

Alastor didn't move for a moment debating on whether he wanted to indulge the bartender. He may know something, but he didn't really want him knowing the Vees had managed to pull the wool over his eyes. He let out a sigh, turning to Husker and annoyed expression on his face.

"What do you know of love potions?"

"They're a scummy way of getting into someone's pants."

"So, nothing. Yes, well I suppose I should have known." Alastor turned heading back to the stairs.

"Hey! You're going to have to be more specific. Why do you need to know?"

The overlord turned, planting his radio cane between his toes, glaring at the cat. "Do they wear off on their own?"

Husker eyed him carefully, leaning onto the bar. "No. They stay in the system until you do the deed, usually a few times. What happened?"

Alastor hummed in thought. "And what happens if nothing is done?"

"Look Al, I get that you think you're tough shit and immune to such things, but if someone slipped you one it ain't going away on its own. Get…get Ellen to help."

"And what if someone slipped him three?"

The two turned to find Ellen standing on the stairs in a black strappy lingerie set only mildly modest with one of Alastor jackets draped over her shoulders. Huskers face turned red, fur standing on end, quickly turning away as the room filled with a screech of static. From the brief glance at Alastor, he didn't fare much better. Had the circumstances been different he may have made fun of the overlords' reddened face.

Alastor tried snapping clothes on her, it took a few attempts, the panic making it hard to get his fingers to function. What on earth was she thinking? Even properly dressed, the two men couldn't look at her as she made her way over to the bar sitting up on one of the stools.

"So uh…she had one too huh?" Husker had taken a great interest in one of the glasses behind the bar, pulling it off the shelf to clean it, something to keep his hands busy.

Ellen giggled. "You're smart Husker. Now what would three do to someone?"

"Three?! Jesus one is more than enough." He tried shaking the shock off. Someone slipped Alastor three? Whoever it was, was going to be begging for their soul to be ripped apart after Alastor got to them. "Yeah, I don't think I can be of much help. It's never been done before."

Ellen leaned onto the bar, reaching over to rub Husker's head scratching the base of his ears, knocking his hat off of his head.

He jumped at the touch, the glass shattering at his feet. "What the fuck?!

"I have cats at home, I know all the good spots. Come here Husky, the ears and cheeks, under the chin, will make you a little purring ball of fluff in no time," She giggled.

Another screech of static filled the lobby.

"Apologies Husker, my friend, I'll just…" Alastor wrapped his arms around Ellen's waist pulling her off the bar and quickly slipped into shadow back to her room.

Husker turned looking out over the empty lobby, a small blush still dusting his cheeks. He would die his second death before he would admit he didn't hate the idea of having Ellen test her theory. He didn't purr, not if he had anything to do with it. But that small scratch at the base of his ears was probably the nicest he had felt in awhile. He didn't think there was enough alcohol in all of Hell to get him to forget whatever that was.

Nifty darted over, sweeping up the broken glass.

"Ooo. You're extra fluffy!"

He turned to find Nifty had put his hat on staring up at him in awe.

"Why is your face red?" Her head tilted to the side.

"Don't worry about it Nif." He grabbed a bottle of cheap boozing downing it quickly before grabbing a second, it going just as quick as the first. "I fuckin' hate this place sometimes."

He scooped his hat off Nifty's head, replacing it on his own. He should have just let the overlord rampage for three days like last time, surely it was better than knowing what he knew now.

She pulled against her restraints, but it was no use, he had her secured well.

"Please? I need it."

"I will not sit here listening to such distasteful language from you and if you can't keep such vulgarities to yourself I will simply return to my room."

"You don't even have to do anything, let me just suck your dick! I need to, please?"

He put his book down, it wasn't like he could really focus on it anyway, not with the constant pleas for attention.

"You do not need it, it's just the love potions effects."

She pouted, grumbling something incoherent before she pulled herself straighter.

"What if we make a deal?"

"You are not in a sound mind to be making deals, my dear. Now can you sit quietly while I figure out how to fix this? There's only so much time before I…" He looked over at her and shuddered.

"You already know how to fix this. It's really easy, you stick your nice juicy cock in-"

"Enough!" He stood pacing the room. There had to be another way to fix this. Sure they had spent a week in heat together, but this was different, she was acting differently. It wasn't the same which meant it would affect him differently and he didn't want to know what that meant. He would not allow himself to fall to such primitive and mindless behaviour.

"It'll kick in eventually, why fight it?"

"You are not helping." He turned, fixing her a stern glare.

"Just saying. What are you so worried about? It's just sex. We've done it before and I would very much like to do it again if you would so kindly unleash me."

"If I let you go-"

"-I'll keep my hands to myself. I promise."

He didn't believe her, but relented to her wishes, ready to tie her back to her bed the second she launched herself at him. To his surprise she didn't. She leaned over opening the top drawer of her night stand rummaging around for something before quickly pulling it under the sheets.

"What are you doing?"

She leaned back onto the bed, legs open wide, tenting the blankets. There was a sudden buzzing noise and she leaned her head back a silly grin on her face.

"If you're not going to touch me, I'll just do it myself."

He tilted his head to the side a bit confused. That did nothing to explain the new sound in the room. It wasn't until the smell of her arousal hit him that he realized what was going on, his face turning the colour of his hair. She was…she was doing exactly what she said she was going to do. Keeping her hands to herself.

He wanted to look away, leave, but once his gaze moved to her face he stopped.

He was no expert in this field, heck he had only a week's worth of knowledge, but damn it if he wasn't a studious man. She would never comment on his performance, always satisfied with him, but that didn't stop him from studying her like one would for a mathematics exam. The week in heat he studied her every movement, learned what worked, what didn't. He studied every muscle twitch, every facial expression, every squeak, moan and breath that left her lips. He had no experience in that field before her and he wanted to make sure she didn't suffer for it. He wanted it to be like all of his other performances, a masterful work of art.

That was the original purpose for being extra observant, though by the end of the week he wouldn't deny he used that knowledge for more devilish things. He had always enjoyed torturing souls and once he found out the same could be applied to the bedroom, it was game over for his wife. He knew exactly where to touch, what to say, how to move to get her squirming under him, pleading and begging. It wasn't the same as those he tortured in his radio tower, but it still brought some small twist of pleasure to him. And while he never really cared for it after their promiscuous week together, he kept that knowledge close to him.

Which is why he was watching her face, her expressions and knew it was doing nothing. A few tiny gasps could be heard, but they were few and very quiet. A few leg twitches, but nothing like the real build up. Her eyes were squeezed shut, brows furrowed, focusing too hard. No, whatever it was she was doing would not end in her release, no matter how hard she tried willing it so.

He let out a frustrated sigh. "My dear you are not going to succeed that way."

"It's better than nothing."

He inwardly groaned, removing his jacket with an eye roll, throwing it onto the chair behind him. He moved to her bed sitting beside her rolling his sleeves up to his elbows. Her eyes opened as the bed dipped under him.

"Hands stay to yourself, and should I hear any more vulgarities from you, I will leave and take that ghastly device with me."

She nodded her head eagerly, turning off the device and putting on the bedside table. He slid his hand under the blankets and she gave him a confused look. "Your clothes are still on."

"I need nothing more than a few fingers to entertain you my dear, I'd much rather stay fully attired for this performance."

"No." She scuttled back, sitting up. "No, then you don't actually want to."

"Perhaps not this exactly, but I did agree to look after your needs."

She sat there staring at him, her body and mind at odds with each other. This is against everything she stood for. How many times had she been guilted or forced into this very thing? She couldn't, no matter how badly her body wanted it. She refused to do that to someone, she knew exactly how it felt and it wasn't great. She pulled her knees up, distancing herself as best she could.

"I can't."

"The past twenty minutes begs to differ." He gave her a curious look, trying to decipher the sudden change of interest. She was practicing self control, her body very easily showing her words were her own not her desires. Her fingers gripped her arms tightly, nails leaving indentations in her skin.

"I guilted you into this. You don't want to and that's okay. I'll just…I'll… " She swallowed thickly, her eyes glued to him. She didn't have a solution, and it was painstakingly difficult to think with him sitting before her, especially in his vest, with his sleeves rolled up. She bit her lip to hide a groan. Why did vests have to be a weakness for her? Why couldn't it have been blonde hair or green eyes or something normal like that?

"You should put your jacket back on."

"Only moments ago you wanted my clothes off, my dear I'm starting to believe you don't actually know what you want."

He didn't move, still sitting in his vest, her eyes only now darting up to meet his gaze. "I know what I want, but I don't think you're going to like it."

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, yes, the intimacy-"

"No. You can leave your clothes on, but it'll be nicer with them off." Her cheeks darkened, but her eyes had a look he hadn't seen from her. Power, dominance and control with a little mix of lust and mischievousness.

She nodded her head, eyes never leaving him, almost pulling him in. "Yes, I know exactly what I want."

Never before had he ever felt so much like wild game. He had on occasion felt like prey before, the feeling of being watched or circled, but the simple look in her eyes put all of that to shame. He swallowed thickly unsure why the look in her eyes made him shudder. The chill ran down the length of his back causing his tail to puff up. This was the moment that wretched love tonic kicked in and it threw everything he thought he knew out the window.

He didn't know when it happened but he shortly found himself underneath Ellen, hands pinned above him. He didn't know where his vest had gone or when his shirt had been unbuttoned, but he may have been enjoying this feisty side of her. A smirk played on his lips. She was no match for him and she knew it. He would let her play, thinking she could actually restrain him, for now.

She leaned forward, squeezing her legs around his waist as she whispered into his ear. "We're going to play a little game." She kissed his cheek. "You get one round to do with me as you please, then after that, you're mine." She leaned over to kiss his other cheek. "You ready to play?"

"This is what you want?"

"I'm just getting started." She let go of his hands sitting up, pulling her shirt off, tossing it aimlessly behind her.

He snapped the rest of their clothes off before sitting up wrapping his arms around her pulling her to him, his mouth latching onto her shoulder. She threw her head up, her body jerking forward, her hips bucking into his. He leaned forward laying her down under him and pressed his lips to her. Her hands found the back of his head running up to grab his hair, pulling him closer. He had no control of his heart rate any more, his breathing matching her erratic pace. He had himself positioned over her entrance eyes boring into hers.

"May I?"

"Yes." It came out a bit winded, her heart racing in anticipation. This is what her body had been demanding for over an hour. Her back arched up as he filled her, where he paused for a few moments, fully sheathed.

Once he was sure she had accepted his length, he started a slow pace using a few tendrils to hold her hands down. It wasn't because he didn't want her touching him, he enjoyed watching her pull against them, feeling her resistance and being helpless to break free.

These soft pleas and little moans were real, were what she couldn't get from that little gadget of hers. Her legs wrapped themselves around his waist, pulling him in deeper. He could feel her trembling around him, legs included. He didn't slow his pace, thrusting faster, her legs continuing to pull him deeper. His smile pulled higher watching her face.

She was so close. He seemed to know how to work her to her end in minutes, it made her wonder why she had ever thought her vibrator was even an option.

"It would be such a shame if I were to slow down now, wouldn't it?"

"Please don't…don't stop."

He chuckled. He liked teasing her, but not this time. This time he didn't think he could hold himself off that long. He leaned down pulling harshly on one of her nipples, a sharp gasp sounding from the sudden intensity of it. It caused her back to arch up, her insides squeezing him tightly making him pant from it. He hadn't expected that. He repeated the action eliciting the same reaction. He trembled above her. Something else to add to his notes.

He leaned up, his hands on her hips. He watched her, a smug grin stuck on his face as she threw her head back as she screamed out with her release, her insides twitching around his member making it impossible to not to follow her to bliss.

He fell to his side, landing beside her, panting slightly, eyes closed trying to calm his racing heart. He heard her get up, making her way across the room to the bathroom. She was only in there for a moment before he heard her walking back to the bed, the bed dipping to his left as she climbed back in.

"You ready for the real game to begin?" She was still a bit out of breath.

He opened one eye to see that look in her eyes again. She thinks she can take control, an amusing thought.

"My dear, you know as well as I do, it's all just an act."

Her grin pulled higher. "For now. Will you indulge me?"

"As you wish."

Once he had turned and put his hands above his head she was back to sitting on him. She had something hidden behind her back, but he wasn't worried. Even tied down he could simply slip his hands out.

"Do you trust me?"

He chuckled. "There is nothing you could do that would have me worried."

She straightened up. "I'm being serious Alastor. I don't want you freaking out. We have our safe words. I will honour them, but I want you to give this a serious try."

He moved to sit up, but she pushed him back down.

"I'm going to take away your senses, one at a time. First is touch and to ensure you aren't going to cheat, I have a bit of help." She was explaining as she took a rope and started tying his hands above him to the headboard.

"You have my word, I won't cheat in this little game of yours, though I will need the rules." When she finished tying his hands, she sat back with a small smirk on her face.

"Simple. It's you against me. Every time you cum, I take another sense away."

His smile pulled tighter. "And what is stopping me from simply pinning you to the bed and taking you as I like?"

"Cause right now you are powerless. I'm in control."

He gave her an amused look ready to pin her to the bed, getting her to beg him to let her go. His smile started to slip when no tendrils appeared. Not one. He tried slipping into shadow only to find he didn't move a muscle. Panicked, he looked at Ellen.

"What did you do?"

"Ensure you play my game, my way." Her eyes pointed to his hands tied above him.

He turned his head to follow her gaze, eyes widening at the gold rope holding him to the bed. He knew exactly what it was. He was at her will completely. She was correct, she was in full control. "Where did you get this?"

A small mischievous grin slid the corners of her lips up. "You sure nothing I can do could worry you?"