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Sitting in the center of Alastor’s room was an uncanny doppelganger.
Same smirk, same smoldering eyes. Almost identical.
If you ignored the critical detail that he was wearing the wrong clothes.
In place of the red suit; there were pinstripe slacks, a loose cable-knit jumper in deep slate, and a black button-down underneath. The thing that gave away that it was, in fact, still his Alastor was the deep red ascot at his open collar.
That, and the bite mark Angel had given him the night prior made visible with the lowered neckline.
Shock just didn’t fucking cover it.
"What- what are you- when did-" Angel struggled to pick his jaw off the floor while the pennies dropped, "Is this what you were doing at Rosie’s?!"
Alastor’s cocky expression soured substantially, "I should've known that infernal woman would ignore everything I said."
“Yeah, she did-” Angel crossed a set of arms over his waist “And we’re going to hers on Saturday by the way, to thank her properly.”
The murderous intent around Alastor dissipated in an instant, leaving him looking remarkably pleased. Almost fond. Whether it was directed at him, Al’s long-suffering friend, or both, Angel didn’t care. All he knew was that he planned on spending immeasurable hours doing whatever he could to see that look again and again.
“I suppose I can forgive her dalliances considering the stellar job on such short notice,” Alastor said with a sigh, standing, straightening himself out before showing off his outfit with a slow circle, “Do you approve?”
Angel had an arsenal full of quips, pick-up lines, and innuendos ready but they all decided to take a temporary vacation when he saw it.
Alastor’s slacks had a tiny hole cut out the back, barely a few inches wide. Peeking through was the most adorable thing Angel had ever seen. Red and black, just like Al’s hair, with the tiniest tuft of white fur on the underside.
How Angel had gone all this time staring at Al’s backside without noticing this was beyond him.
The guy had been fucking inside him and he didn’t have so much of an inkling of its existence.
"You have a fucking tail?”
“Indeed.” Alastor winced, turning back to face him with a strained smile, “Most unbecoming, hence it’s usual concealment.”
“Sorry, sorry-” Angel started, removing his foot from his mouth, “It’s just surprising is all. No big deal, promise.”
He smiled, hoping Alastor would miss the signs that he was still internally screaming. Whatever he was thinking, he visibly relaxed, so Angel kept going.
Even if he was fixated on wondering if it wagged.
“Ya look great, by the way. Real classy. Sex-appeal through the fucking roof-” He winked, enjoying the eye roll in return, “I just- why? Ya don’t enjoy dressing up like I do."
“Even I tire from the constant schtick-” Alastor took a few steps towards Angel, hands firmly behind his back, dropping to a whisper, "I wish to present a different side, one only you would see."
Just like that, all the air was sucked out of Angel’s lungs.
He’d been thrown off track by the surprise of Alastor’s outfit, but now he was right back in that thick ball of anticipation and anxiety.
But despite that fear, the overwhelming feeling he was on the precipice of something he shouldn’t want as much as he did, the effort Alastor was putting in on his behalf made his stomach flutter.
“You're making it really hard not to kiss you till I can’t breathe, Al-” Angel’s hazy eyes met piercing ones, intensifying every passing moment, “-Can I?”
Alastor considered him for a moment, static spiking in a way that made Angel want to take it all back.
He spoke first.
“Let me approach you.”
Angel nodded, waiting as patiently as he could with his heartbeat pounding in time with Alastor’s footsteps. He had to bite down a whine when a hand tangled in his hair to tilt him down just as Alastor looked up.
He did his best to reign himself in, taking his cues entirely from Alastor. The kiss was tender, much softer than when passion engulfed them the night before, yet more intense than the playful ones they’d indulged in that morning.
Without noticing Angel’s eyes slipped shut, completely losing himself in the moment. Desire mixed with that nervous energy, sending shivers up his spine.
When they broke apart, far too soon, he was already panting.
“I missed you,” Alastor murmured, stroking his cheek.
“Pssh! I was gone a few hours, tops,” Angel giggled, nuzzling into the hand to hide his growing blush, “-I missed ya too. Really. I meant what I said, I could kiss ya forever.”
Alastor’s grin widened, leaning back in, then hesitating at the last second.
“Did you do all you set out to accomplish?” he asked.
Angel had to take a few moments to process what he meant, lips already glistening.
“Yeah, yeah I think so-” they curled into a smirk as he was struck with a particularly wicked idea, “-you woulda loved the look on Val's face when I told him I wanted to riddle him fulla bullets.”
There was a sound of hot air being hissed through painfully sharp teeth.
“Oh darling, you know me so well.”
Alastor’s mouth collided with Angel’s own, swallowing the reply he’d already forgotten.
There was a definite shift, the lips pressing against Angel’s far more insistent. Alastor’s tongue was in his mouth by the time he felt the door digging into his back. Angel felt rather than saw the flicker of mischief when they parted, whimpering when Alastor kissed a trail down his neck.
“Al-”
Emboldened by the call, Alastor’s teeth parted, nibbling at the spot just above Angel’s collar.
Angel saw stars, legs automatically parting to feel more of Alastor’s body against his own. He shivered when they began slotting together, struck with the overly romantic notion that it was all too perfect not to be part of some cosmic design. He wanted nothing more than to continue, more than willing to let Alastor devour him for the rest of eternity.
But he couldn’t ignore the elephant in the room even with gloved hands pinning him against the door.
“-We should- well, not stop-I-ah!” Angel shuddered as those sharp teeth lowered, nipping at his shoulder, “I don’t want to- but maybe we should-”
“Shh Angel, it’s quite alright, I understand-”
Hands ran through his hair, brushing it out the way so they could see each other clearly.
“-We’re getting a bit ahead of ourselves, aren’t we?”
Vision blurring at the edges, Angel smiled, “Yeah.”
“If you’re sure this is what you desire, then I have everything prepared-” Alastor brought him back into his arms, squeezing tightly, “-it’s not too late to back out if you’ve changed your mind. I promise there are no, how did Charlotte put it? No Voodoo strings attached.”
Angel laughed along even as the rawness of Al's voice struck him to his core. Doubts still lingered in the back of his mind, tiny whispers telling him he’d regret signing his life away again.
The other voices were louder.
“No, I want this.”
Alastor couldn’t hide the loud crackle of static that filled the room.
“Very well-” he visibly wavered, eventually stepping aside, “On the desk. Please read it carefully, it can be adjusted if you’re not satisfied.”
Angel wanted to laugh, to tell Alastor that no amount of pretty words would make this any less daunting. If anything, he hoped it was as detailed as it was clear. So he’d know then and there exactly what kind of chains he was strapping himself down with.
He held his tongue.
It was barely more than ten feet away, but the walk to Alastor’s desk was like wading through treacle.
He did everything he could to prepare himself, mentally and physically.
With Val, he’d been stupid. Signing everything away so quickly, just for an out. It wasn’t until much, much later that Angel figured out a contract with so few words was never a good sign.
It held too much room for interpretation, too many loopholes.
Alastor wouldn’t be the same. Angel's questions wouldn’t be brushed off, and hell, he might even compromise on some small details. But it was still a contract for his soul. No matter what way Angel wanted to spin it, his stomach was turning just thinking about seeing it in black and white.
Knowing he wouldn’t be able to do shit if things went sour between them.
He couldn't luck out twice. It wasn’t like he’d somehow find someone more powerful than the fuckin Radio Demon to rescue him if shit hit the fan.
Still, Angel sat down at the desk.
He’d made his choice.
His hands shook as he reached for the scroll, eyes screwing shut in a last-ditch effort to shield him from the inevitable.
He took a deep breath, forcing them back open, and began deciphering the ornate handwriting dictating his fate.
It was-
-Nothing at all like Angel expected.
His eyes went impossibly wide as they scanned the page, desperately taking in as much information as quickly as possible.
Angel’s soul was still in Alastor’s possession, that much was clear at the very top of the page. The Overlord could use that control over Angel to do whatever he wanted.
But all the subsequent clauses and caveats, they were made it seem far less like Angel would be in Alastor’s total, unquestionable service.
It read more like something from Angel's most secret dreams, the foolish ones he tried so hard to bury under layers of denial.
Because he knew, he fucking knew, that those dreams were filled with hopes he had no right to possess.
He read on further, convinced it couldn't be real.
Angel was sworn to do Alastor’s bidding... unless Al pissed him off. Then he had ‘all right to abstain from any requests for a reasonable period of time’.
How long that would be was also at Angel's discretion.
There were so many little details like that, so many things about Angel could do, rather than what he couldn't.
He could essentially do whatever he pleased. Unless it was dangerous, but even then he could do so with Alastor’s permission or assistance. There was a whole paragraph about his work, how he could do whatever made him happy but had to stop the second it didn't. There was even a separate section about including other partners if it was something Angel wanted, so long as they both agreed upon everything beforehand.
On top of that, there were so many things that Angel could only describe as far too sentimental to belong on a soul contract.
He even found himself having to stifle a snort when he read Alastor’s request of wanting kisses on demand, purely because he’d grown ‘unreasonably fond’ of them.
The more Angel stared at the paper, the more he had to fight back tears.
He couldn’t believe it.
Not in a figurative sense either; he literally couldn’t believe what he was reading.
So far beyond comprehension, Angel was struck with a sudden surge of panic that he’d finally reached the punchline of the entire shitshow that was his afterlife.
He felt himself shutting down. It was too good to be true. It couldn’t be real.
Could it?
“Al...Al, what the fuck is this?” He saw the date at the bottom of the document, stomach dropping through the floor, “Why- why does it end next year- Is this a fucking joke?”
Angel didn’t realise how hard he was shaking until Alastor was beside him, dropping down to pull Angel into his arms.
He instinctively clung to him, trying to ground himself, feeling Alastor freeze at the sudden contact.
He tried to wrench himself away, but Alastor refused to let him go.
“Angel, Darling. Look at me-” He wiped away Angel’s tears, pulling back to search his eyes, “-I promise you this is not a ruse. Look here-”
He pointed to the top of the document. At the top left corner a series of symbols, seared onto the page and still burning through the use of magic.
Angel didn’t recognise what the individual characters meant, but he’d definitely seen this before.
Alastor’s insignia.
This was real.
“-That seal authenticates the document. As for its contents; I thought about all manner of possible scenarios and added exceptions as I saw fit, but it can be adapted if you’re unhappy-” He paused, hand tightening ever so slightly on Angel's arm, “-We can make the time frame shorter if you’d prefer? Or we can throw out the whole thing if it’s not what you want-”
“No!”
Angel’s sudden outburst shocked them both, pushing them apart.
It made Angel physically ache and this time he knew exactly why.
“No, I want- I-I just didn’t expect,” He gestured wildly, exacerbated with his inability to form words while the world was shifting on its axis, “-I thought this was for life. Or y’know, death?”
“Ah, I see! This is only the timeframe for when it is due to be renewed-” Alastor explained, gently tapping his finger against the date below the dotted line, “-When the year is out we can arrange any additions we see fit. The time frame could be extended to less frequent intervals, but only when you’re certain you’re not sick of the sight of me.”
Angel couldn’t think. It wasn’t sinking in.
How could it be when it was more than he hoped for, and far more than he could ever deserve.
“I-I don’t-” He put his head in his hands, letting go of his final shaking breath, “It’s so- I don’t fucking know what to say, Al.”
“That’s perhaps for the best. At least momentarily.”
Angel’s brow furrowed momentarily, a deadly chill trickling down his spine.
He looked at the other demon, really looked at him, picking everything he’d previously missed.
Alastor's ears were alternating between twitching erratically and looking like they wanted to lie flat on his head. His eyes were shrouded in unnatural darkness, a manifestation of the void shielding Angel from seeing his true expression.
Most importantly, Alastor's smile was reduced to the faintest upward line.
Alastor looked more terrified than terrifying, and Angel wasn’t sure he could handle piecing together why.
“Before you go any further,” Alastor took in a shaky breath, voice crackling unnaturally with layers of thick static, “-I need you to turn the page.”
With a racing heart, Angel did just that.
He couldn’t hide the choked sob even if he wanted to.
On the other side of the page was a strikingly familiar document.
Same layout, same sprawling handwriting, same seal in the corner.
Alastor’s name instead of his own.
The page was filled from top to bottom with promises. Alastor was sworn to keep Angel safe, no matter the personal cost. He’d care for him, fulfil
his wants and desires, do everything in his power to make Angel happy.
It didn’t matter if the words were different, that it promised protection rather than servitude, this was exactly what it seemed.
A contract.
With another dotted line at the bottom, waiting for a signature.
Only this was prefixed with a sentence that made Angel feel like he was having the life breathed back into him.
To Anthony, my heart.
"I’m aware it isn’t my place to acquire your given name without express permission,” Alastor’s voice sounded so small, like he wasn’t quite on the same plane of existence, “I'm afraid it won’t work otherwise.”
He stood up quickly, moving to the other side of the desk so he could face Angel properly.
The cloud hanging over him was dissipating, real fear written all over his face.
Angel suspected he mirrored that in his own slack-jawed expression.
“They're interlinked you see. Unlike anything I've fashioned before but I’ve ensured the seal is airtight-” Alastor continued, touching the mark and shivering as though the contact burnt through his gloves, "I'll be as bound to you as you are to me."
With that, he finally raised his head.
Angel could pull apart how ludacris this was, or how much danger Al was putting himself in by binding himself like this.
He’d still know the truth in the bottom of his soul.
There wasn’t a hint of a lie in those piercing, vermillion eyes.
If the contract he’d been presented with had shifted his world, then Alastors was shattering it.
Angel broke.
Everything he’d been holding back all channeled into the question he’d avoided asking for so long.
“Why?!”
Once he started, he couldn’t stop.
“Why are you doing this, Al? Like, at all? Why-Fuck” Angel blinked away fresh tears, clenching his fists on the desk, “Why me? I’m nothing, I’m just a fucking worthless-”
“Stop.”
Teeth bared, Alastor leant over the desk, looking world’s different from the demon Angel had seen moments prior.
“I never, ever want you to hear you call yourself that again.”
Angel felt his anger. It wasn’t directed at him but it hit like an inferno, searing into his skin.
A taste of what Alastor wanted to do to everyone who’d ever hurt him, and what he would do to anyone who dared to again.
Yet, still, he didn’t understand.
“But Al, you can’t do this-” Angel's hands twitched in his lap, every inch of his skin itching with the need to run, “-D’ya know how much danger this puts you in? If anyone finds out- if they even suspect-”
His breath caught, flooded with images of Alastor in danger, all because of him.
“You can't do this. You don't need to, it’s- you shouldn't-”
“We've always been quid pro quo, Angel, why change that now?" Alastor’s smile softened, “I’ve taken so many souls, most exchanges impersonal. Mere transactions.”
He waved at the stack of papers on the desk, reminding Angel of how many contracts he had under him. How many other souls who’d been in this position, ready to sign their life away.
How different this felt.
“No one has ever been willing to offer as much as you. Such a sublime being, willing to ruin yourself purely for my amusement-” His grin widened further, “-That commands the highest price.”
He drummed his claws on the desk, the sound almost soothing.
“As for anyone finding out, I have no plans to broadcast it. Why would anyone suspect? If they do, and they deem it a reason to tear us apart, then let them try.”
The words hung in the air, heavy as the shadows surrounding them.
Angel panted, hardly able to draw a breath deep enough to calm him down.
The thought that had gone into this, it couldn’t be on a whim.
Alastor’s heavy sigh broke his spiral.
“I’m aware I owe you much more of an explanation, Angel-” He started pacing in front of the desk, looking like he didn’t quite know what to do with his hands, “-So, If I may, I have a confession. Several, in fact.”
Stripped of everything else, Angel nodded.
“At our initial introduction I assumed we were cut from terribly different cloths, that we’d struggle to cohabit the same room, let alone enjoy each others company-” He smiled, rocking on the balls of his feet as he inclined his head, “As you’re aware, you turned that notion on its head remarkably quickly.”
Despite his turmoil, Angel felt his heart flutter.
“I was surprised at our unexpected commodore but found it easy enough to accept. Then I noticed you watching me with increasing frequency-” Alastor's smile grew at the same rate as Angel’s blush over being called out, “I recognised the signs of infatuation, even if I had no idea why-”
“Al, c’mon.” Angel interrupted with a whine, “You know you’re fucking hot, don’t give me that crap.”
“I’m not talking about appearances, Angel, though you have my thanks-” He winked, briefly dispelling the mounting tension, “You must understand that focused attention from someone who could have anyone they desire can be very disarming.”
Angel opened his mouth, realising too late he didn’t have a reply.
He’d never thought about it that way.
Sure, he knew what it was like to feel wanted, admired from afar. He’d just assumed that no one cared when he was the one looking, if they wanted him back he’d always be available, sometimes not even for a price.
Alastor continued.
“It intrigued me. You intrigued me. So much so I began observing you myself-” he stopped pacing, running his hands through his hair, “I saw you in so many different lights. Your misplaced optimism, your smile in dismal circumstances, all the things you try to hide-”
The look he gave Angel reached into his chest, grabbing his rapidly beating heart and refusing to let go.
“Once I’d started I couldn’t stop. I felt this pull, and I couldn’t- I’ve never-”
Angel couldn’t hear himself think over the roaring of blood in his head, “-Alastor, are you-”
“Please, let me finish.”
Angel bit his massacred lip.
“I admit I initially entered our previous deal for purely selfish reasons. I manipulated everything so it seemed like your idea when all I desired-" He moved towards the desk slowly, steadier than before, "-I wanted to spend more time with you. To expunge your mysteries out my system once and for all.”
A huge smile spread across his face.
“I miscalculated, spectacularly.”
Angel felt his soul lurch, utterly enamoured with that fucking face.
Scratch that, with Alastor altogether.
What he was saying was painfully familiar yet utterly foreign. He would have laughed out loud if Alastor wasn’t taking his hands into his own.
"No one has made me feel this way Angel, not a single soul in my entire existence.” Alastor laughed softly, shaking his head, “It's maddening, really. You're obnoxious, far too loud, and constantly goad me, And yet-”
Alastor’s breathing hitched and everything around them ground to a screeching halt.
"-Here I stand, offering something I swore I'd never consider, all because I can't stand to lose you, or force you into something you'd despise. You've never once wanted me to be anything but who I am. In turn, I hope you know I wouldn’t change you for control of every last soul in this miserable place.”
He bent lower, placing the faintest of kisses on Angel’s knuckles.
He’d done it before, many times in fact, but Angel was finally recognising the gesture for what it was.
How could he not, when Alastor’s feelings were poured all over the piece of paper between them?
Angel was inundated with things he needed to say, things he'd held back for so long.
The biggest truth escaped him first.
“I love you.”
As soon as he said it, he couldn’t believe he’d not done it sooner.
If it elicited this reaction from Alastor-
The Heavy blush, eyes blown wide, radio flickering through channels playing snippets of all their songs.
-Then Angel couldn’t wait to say it every day for the rest of eternity.
“-Angel I-”
“-I love you, Alastor-” Angel grinned, soaring, “I mean it-I want- I just wanna fucking sign these things right now just so I can hold you sooner.”
If Angel had seen slips of genuine smiles before, then the one Alstor was wearing now was bearing everything he had.
“That would be most ideal.”
Angel picked up the quill with remarkably steady hands, blotting it when he found it was real ink in the pot. It had been too long since he’d used such antiquated materials, but he remembered the steps like it was yesterday.
He signed his name, quickly fanning the page to make sure it didn’t smudge.
Alastor steadied Angel’s hands, making them wait before turning the page himself. The same handwriting that made up both documents appeared on its own dotted line, proving once and for all that Alastor meant every single word.
Angel felt the jolt, the unmistakable surge of magic binding them together.
Alastor’s claws wrapping around his very soul just as he felt the weight of Alastor’s heart land in his open palms.
There was a flash of green light as the paper levitated in the air, zipping through the room towards the glass cabinet. The one that had stored his temporary contract made so much more sense now it had a reason to rotate.
To proudly display both sides.
Angel didn’t know when he stood up, or when they started moving towards each other.
He only recognised the leap, Alastor catching him, wrapping his legs around his back.
Their lips finally met, sealing their fate.
Angel’s tears lacked even the slightest hint of sadness, flowing freely down their cheeks. He kissed Alastor with everything he had and more, more full of life than he’d felt in decades. When that fervor was returned tenfold his joy bubbled out of him in excited squeals. Alastor laughed against his lips, holding him close, letting him know he wouldn’t let him go.
So Angel could feel his own pounding heart.
It didn’t feel real and yet Angel couldn’t name anything that had ever felt so right.
Fingers tangled in his hair as that tongue reclaimed its place in his mouth. Angel whimpered, pushing back against it as his legs locked around Alastor’s back. In that moment he saw flashes of their future, all the other firsts he hoped they’d have.
Alastor groaned into the kiss, claws digging into Angel’s flesh bringing him back to the present.
It didn’t matter what came next. All that mattered was that Alastor was his and that he had Angel in return.
They stayed like that for a while, soaking each other in.
Alastor pulled away first, albeit looking extremely reluctant to do so.
“You may have beaten me to the punch, but I must affirm your sentiments.”
He spun them on the spot, not even flinching when Angel’s limbs tightened around him.
“I love you, Angel.” His eyes glittered with mischief as he dipped Angel to the floor, laughing at the squeak it produced, “Je t'aime, mon bel Ange.”
“You can’t just- That shit ain’t fair!” Angel tried to hide his rapidly colouring face, peeking out between his palms, “Ti amo, fottuto idiota.”
Alastor’s eyes narrowed in return, “How dare you.”
“Fuck off, Al!” Angel squirmed in the other’s grasp, squeaking when Alastor’s claws dug into his ass, “You don’t speak a word of Italian, don’t lie.”
“I can tell by your tone, you wily minx-” He growled, nuzzling Angel’s neck.
Angel squirmed again, unintentionally grinding into Alastor’s crotch.
The demon holding him froze.
“Sorry, darling,” He cleared his throat, face just as red as his hair, “I would love to take you to bed myself, but this damned body-”
“Nope, don’t you fucking dare, Al! No apologies-” Angel flicked the overlord on the nose, sticking out his tongue when Alastor’s eyes flickered into dials, “Not one, I won’t hear it.”
“-But don’t you need-”
“Alastor, stop.” Angel pouted, fixing his arms around Alastor’s neck, “I’m always gonna want you. And yeah, more than often than not I’m horny as fuck for you- but I don’t need it. I just need you.”
Alastor squeezed him harder and Angel couldn’t help grab Alastors face, littering it with kisses as he guided them towards their bed. He felt rather than heard Alastor’s approval in the way the tension rolled off him in waves.
Tempting him to fall further in love with every second spent in Alastor’s arms.
“Besides, you got no problem getting creative when I am needy-” Angel teased when he was set down on the soft sheets, “-I’m fucking spoilt.”
“As you should be-” Alastor took a seat next to him, brushing Angel’s tousled hair out his face, “Would you like to stay in tonight, regardless? I can call in downstairs to let them know we won’t be in attendance.”
“What?”
“Game Night.” he supplied, “Though I do think Charlie will have no problems excusing us given the circumstances.”
“Na, I wanna go.” Angel replied with a sigh, snuggling into Alastor’s side, “Just five more minutes.”
“Of course-” Alastor smiled, “-Could I persuade you to release my arm long enough to change attire?”
“Why? The hotel could use a little eye candy-” Angel laughed when Alastor started bristling, ribbing him in the side, “I’m kidding. I like that I’m the only one that gets to see this handsome devil.”
Alastor chuckled, “Devil indeed.”
He stood up clicking his fingers with a twirl as his suit snapped back into place. He dusted himself down, straightening his cuffs before turning back to the bed.
Angel didn’t care that he was caught staring this time, sighing dreamily when Alastor’s brow quirked upwards.
“Much obliged, Would you also like to change?”
Angel hummed, thinking.
He hopped to his feet, sliding up next to Alastor’s side, letting him decide if he wanted more contact than this.
Alastor’s hand laced with his own and Angel took the opportunity to swing them together, still remarkably giddy.
"-I like it when you dress me up the most.” He giggled, biting his tongue before realising his mistake, “But no putting anything that you can control with your weird powers in my ass again, alright?"
Alastor’s smile morphed into a smirk, "No promises."
"Al-”
“-Angel."
Angel caved, "Fine.”
He rolled his eyes when Alastor lit up, twirling his fingers in the air. He was surprised to feel his striped suit popping into place, fitting against his fur like a second skin. He almost asked what Alastor was playing at when he caught that same fond look on his face.
Distracting enough for Angel not to notice how awfully bare his neck felt.
Before his hands had time to reach upward to confirm what was missing, Alastor was moving back towards his desk. Angel’s heart skipped when he walked past the contracts, still spinning in their case, trying to focus when he brought out a small, velvet-lined box.
When it was opened, he didn’t try to hide his gasp.
A collar. Black, metal, and minimalist in design. Seamless, bar a clasp at the front in the shape of a deep red heart.
“How did you-” Angel stuttered, catching the delicately carved name at the back as it was lifted out the box, “How long have you had this?”
"You don't think I went to Rosie's solely for leisurewear?”
Alastor took Angel’s silence as his cue, coming behind Angel and nudging him to move lower so he could fasten the collar around his neck.
“I wouldn’t be so indebted for a pair of slacks, Darling. Especially as I had to urge her to part with her latest passion project to add the finishing touches-" He paused, claws twitching, “Were you aware she’s working on matching ensembles for a party we haven’t yet been invited to?”
Angel giggled. Of course, that idea hadn’t been a spur of a moment thing. Where Alastor was always two steps ahead of him, Rosie was waiting at the finish line. He nodded just as he felt the snap click shut, smiling wide when Alastor turned him around.
“Now that’s-”
Alastor didn’t finish his sentence. His eyes were fixated on Angel’s neck, static buzz increasing when Angel traced it with the tips of his claws.
Wearing an expression that rendered mirrors obsolete.
“-Breathtaking. Apologies for not procuring your input. I wanted it to be a surprise...or a parting gift should you refuse-” Alastor’s ears flicked erratically as he laughed, “-Now I think about it, highly inappropriate given the inscription and-”
“Al-” Angel cut him off, biting his lips, “Shut up and kiss me.”
Angel didn’t have to ask twice.
Meeting in the middle they were still for the longest time, engulfed by that initial spark that hadn’t dulled no matter how many times their lips met. This kiss was less desperate, but not without that intensity that threatened to burn Angel alive. He slowly wrapped all four arms around Alastor, taking his time and whimpering when one of Alastor’s hands slid up his front, hooking under the new collar to hold him in place.
Angel would have melted in his arms if they’d stayed like that.
If there wasn't another click of Alastor's fingers, making him shiver from the sudden weight nestled inside him.
He scoffed when they parted, automatically pressing his thighs together to hide his thickening cock.
“Pervert.” Angel teased when Alastor’s eyes wandered down to the fledgling tent in his skirt. “Y’know I’ll be expecting all the bells and whistles when we get back here."
He turned towards the door to hide his growing smile, squirming as every step jostled whatever device Alastor had blessed him with this time.
"Tentacles, shadow dudes, that thing you do with your claws. The works."
Angel popped his hip for good measure, resisting the urge to look over his shoulder. He was rewarded with arms encircling his waist, gloved hands only stopping when they reached the opposite hip.
Those claws unsubtly pressing against the carving thrumming with renewed magic.
"Deal."