The deal (radiodust fan fic)

Sampling

Angel was frozen, but his face was quickly warming up.

'Don'tsayitdon'tsayitdon'tsayit'

Angel used all of his strength to avoid cracking a joke. Despite the fact that the thought existed.

"Sure, Smiles; I wasn't expecting this, you know?"

Alastor smiled cheerfully.
"Then I'll purify the part I'm going to eat; because of everything that happened to you, I'll need to do a deep purification for your entire body."

Angel laughed, god the Alastor's way of speaking sounds so technical, Angel assumes that purifying him simply means giving him a nice bath, which isn't entirely incorrect, but it's a lot more complicated than that.

Alastor stood up and walked over to Angel, making sure they were facing each other.

"Give me your hand, Angel."

As his face flushes, Angel extends his hand to Alastor. This feels strangely sexual to Angel, despite his best efforts to keep it from being explicitly sexual. Angel felt his hand being pulled, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Alastor about to put one of his fingers in Alasto's mouth.

Angel couldn't take his gaze away as he felt his heart in his throat, fear, which he hadn't expected to be at the forefront of it all. He stood there watching Alastor bite down on his finger.

"OW!!"

Angel hissed, it wasn't as bad as he thought, but the pain was escalating quickly.Angel attempted to pull his hand away from Alastor, but it was ineffective.Angel averted his gaze as Alastor glared at him. Angel had no idea he wasn't finished. Alastor was quite hungry, and he did cleanse his entire hand. That's exactly how much he consumed.

After Alastor had finished his meal, Angel was taken aback. Alastor used his magic to regenerate his missing limb.Alastor reached for a napkin and wiped his mouth and hand.

Alastor smiled broadly."I hope you understand that I can use my magic to make you more or less in pain, so don't make me angry."

Angel nodded, but remained silent. Angel was helped to his feet by Alastor.

"Darling, get dressed; we wouldn't want you to be unpresentable."

Angel nodded and entered his room, closing and locking the door.
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"WHY IS HE SO FUCKING HOT? I'M NOT EVEN INTO GORE, BUT APPARENTLY I AM NOW????"

Angel removed his shirt and tossed it to the floor before walking to his trashed closet and removing his pants.

He put on a crop top and shorts and sat on his bed, looking in the mirror.

Flustered, with a flush complexion.

"I need to calm down, he's not even that hot, he has a lot of grandpa energy, there should be no fucking reason for my dick to twitch from him."

Angel rolled onto his back and yawned.

'This is ridiculous.'

Angel let out a sigh and hugged himself. He soon smiled as he rolled around on his bed.

"At least I know he'll never like me."

Angel soon emerged from his room, fully dressed. He began walking towards the Lobby.

"going to get killed Al! I'll see you later!"

Alastor appeared out of nowhere.

"I'll see you at your funeral then."

Angel quickly turned around and glared at him.

"Could've given me a heart attack, stronzo."

Angel then huffed and walked out the door, closing it behind him.
Alastor's grin dimmed and he sighed angrily.

"Now, instead of those sorry excuses for clothes, let us give you some decent ones."

Alastor then hurried to Angel's room, bracing himself for the worst.