The Misadventures Of Alastor M And Angel Dust (RadioDust)

❤️A Little Game Of Mice❤️

Lately, Alastor has been feeling... Quite playful. And who better to take it out on than his dear boyfriend, Angel?

Alastor pushes Angel against the wall as he was just about to round the corner and brings their lips a couple inches close. Angel, startled, stares down at the deer demon in confusion and arousal.

"Hello, darling~" Alastor purrs in his ear, making the other demon shiver.

"Hey there, toots. You wanna fuck or somethin'?" Angel says back in a flirtatious manner, mouth as uncensored as ever.

"Even better," Alastor licks his lips, "let's play a game of mice."

Angel gives him an incredulous look and lets out a small laugh, "what game of mice?"

"Well, it's simple," Alastor rakes a claw up Angel's abdomen, making the latter gulp. "You run, I chase," the claw glides up to his chest, "and I do the same."

"Wait wha-" Angel sputters in confusion but then chapped lips collided with his, so he shrugs it off as Alastor's crazy talk and wraps his arms around him.

The kiss gets a little heated as Alastor licks his bottom lip for entry, to which, Angel granted giddily. Instead of entering, however, Alastor pulls away and starts descending the stairs like nothing happened. Angel takes a moment to regain himself, blinking at the sudden exit.

Angel finally understands what he meant, and he smirks to himself and rolls up his sleeve, determination and mischief all over his face.

"Oh, it is on..."

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"Oh Alastor, could you be a dear and help me please?" Angel calls from the kitchen, smirking for he knows Alastor can hear him.

This time, he's not wearing his usual attire. He's now wearing an elegant black dress that drapes down to his ankles, a slit on the right, showing his smooth legs. The zipper on the back of the dress is undone, as is the purpose of Angel.

"Coming," Alastor sings and glides towards him, leaning on his spectre as he looks almost seductively at his boyfriend. "You called?"

"Yes, I was wondering if you'd help me out with something? I can't seem to reach behind me and zip up my dress," Angel 'demonstrates', causing Alastor to tsk tsk.

"My, my, what could you be possibly doing that requires such an exquisite apparel," Alastor plays along, placing his hands on the small of his back, resting on his fine behind.

"Why, I'm going to a friend's party. Wouldn't want to look like a drag, now, would we?" Angel rests his upper arms on Alastor's shoulder, his lower set hugging him by the waist.

"Well, aren't you a drag yourself?" Alastor grins slyly.

"Touché," Angel comments with a sly grin of his own.

The two savor the moment for a little while, just staring at each other's eyes as their hearts yearn for one another's touch. Slowly, they start leaning in, eyelids starting to close.

And just as soon as it started, it stopped, as Angel breaks the embrace, his signature smirk plastered on his face.

"Better luck next time, hunny," he says breathily and walks off, leaving a bewildered Alastor.

The latter chuckles, "now you're getting it," with an amused smile on his face.

He walks off as well into the shadows. This little game of their's might take a while.