Like A Drug (Radiodust Oneshots)

Here For You

Gift/Request for radiodust_

Comment: One of them getting hurt and the other coming to their defence?

 (The song isn't relevant to the story I just have that song stuck in my head and highly suggest it).

 Angel couldn't help watching his boy's booty as he walked away briefly. He watched Alastor carefully, because the last time he let Alastor out of his sight, Alastor got beat up by jealous admirers and he still had scars on his wrist from his the chains.

 Alastor talked to a bartender, a female zebra demon, for a moment, laying on some obvious charm. He turned and smiled at Angel, who smiled back. The bartender smiled at Angel, thinking the famous porn star was smiling at her, making her heart thud.

 Alastor turned back to her, and said something that made her frown. In a quick flash, a bottle was in her hand and she smashed it over Alastor's head. He stumbled, bleeding from a cut on his forehead.

 Instantly Angel was there, jumping in between Alastor and the bartender. "Woah, there, sweetie," he said. "What's got your tail in a knot?"

 "A-Angel Dust!" she stammered, dropping the broken bottle. "I'm s-such a h-h-huge f-fan! C-Can I have a-a t-taste or l-like a-a-an autograph?"

 He smiled. "Darling, has no one told you I'm gay?" he asked.

 "B-but you s-sleep with g-girls in your v-videos," she said. 

 "That was just for my job, for money," he said. "I hated playing with girls, sweetie, I did it for the money. And anyway, I quit my job when I met this guy." He jerked a thumb back at Alastor. "Whilst I won't sleep with ya, I'll give you an autograph. And by the way, you're pretty, darl."

 He leaned over and pecked her on the cheek, pulling away fast. He scribbled his autograph on a napkin and thrust it into her hands, dragging Alastor away fast. "You alright?" he asked, looking at the cut.

 "Am now," he said, kissing Angel's hand. "Thanks for saving me back there."

 "I'm here for you," Angel said, kissing him on the lips quickly.