Like A Drug (Radiodust Oneshots)

This is How We Met

Sir Pentious had long since given up his evil plans, and even started living in the Happy Hotel, but one problem that faced was the constant flirtations between him and Angel Dust.  Or, more, he flirted with Angel.

And of course, that made Alastor very unhappy.

Angel was his! Angel Dust was his boyfriend, his lover, his sweetheart. So why did everyone challenge what was rightfully his?

Sir Pentious whispered something to Angel, and whatever it was, it was enough to make him blush. Alastor stood and strode over, gently wrapping his arms around Angel's waist. Angel put a hand to his cheek, and nestled into his side. "Al," he whispered.

"How did you two end up together, anyway?" Pentious asked.

Alastor grinned, sinking back into the memory.

The day was chilly, and even though he had no jumper or jacket to put on, Angel was outside in the garden, twirling a mandrake between his fingers. He was obviously a million miles away, thinking about God knows what. But he was still gorgeous to Alastor.

He smiled at something. Alastor didn't know how he managed, but all of a sudden, he was sitting next to Angel.

Angel looked at him and smiled. And suddenly, the whole of Hell felt like Heaven. The way he smiled....it lit up the whole sky, it drew him closer, made him want something he was sure he couldn't have. "You alright?" Angel asked, sounding genuinely concerned. "You look a little pale."

"Just cold," Alastor said.

Angel tilted his head at him. "You're wearing a coat," he pointed out.

Alastor wrapped it tighter around him, even though being around Angel was enough to heat him up. "I can still be cold, can't I?" he said. Angel laughed, and leaned down, plucking a Lily of the Valley, and tucking it into a fold of Alastor's suit.

"There," he said. "You look more handsome now."

Alastor leaned forward. His lips were so close to Angel's, and it only took a slight jerk forward from Angel for them to be pressed against each other. Alastor reached up a hand, placing it on Angel's cheek. Angel held the back of it, and wrapped one arm around his neck, one around his back, and one around his waist.

Vaggie walked out with Charlie, and found them both in the midst of a heated kiss. "I ship it," Charlie said, grinning.

They walked into the hotel later that night, holding the other's hand, and went out moments later, presumably on a date.

Charlie hoped it was going well. She was hoping to find a way to get Alastor to stop killing and Angel to stop fucking. Maybe this was the way.