Like A Drug (Radiodust Oneshots)

Teasing

Alastor couldn't stop looking at Angel. His gold tooth gleamed in the light, his black eye winked at him mischievously.

Every few minutes, with every twist and turn around the pole, he exposed a little more of himself. A little more fluff, the side of his hip. He even went as far as to wedgie himself so people could look at his fine ass.

In one fluent motion, Angel stripped his shirt from his back, and flung it out into the crowd. His fans desperately tried to grab it, but it happened to be Alastor that did. Angel winked at him, sticking a tongue out and rolling it around in the air, making Alastor blush.

Alastor diverted his attention from the show Angel was putting on to pull the forgotten shirt up to his face. He inhaled its scent.

It smelled amazingly good. Like chocolate, cologne and a scent Alastor could only describe as Angel. He looked back up to the stage, just as the show came to a close. Angel bowed, and left, exiting to his room.

Fans wanted to follow, but only Alastor dared to. He opened the door, to find Angel waiting for him. "Hello," he said, nervous.

"If you want me, don't say anything," Angel said. "Just come get me."

Without any more need for persuasion, Alastor wrapped his arms around Angel's waist, putting one hand on his fluffy chest, another on his thigh, kissing him.

Angel kissed back, and Alastor felt two hands grip his shoulders, and another two ease his trousers down.

The crowd may get to see what they want, but Alastor always got the afterglow.