Like A Drug (Radiodust Oneshots)

Boob Fluff

Requested by @happy_is_me-gurl

Alastor 'opened' the door of Angel's room (in reality he practically knocked it down).

"Alastor!" Angel whined. "I'm - what the fuck are you doing?"

Alastor ignored him, burying his face in Angel's boob fluff, inhaling his scent. "Why didn't I do this sooner?" he whispered in his radio-style voice, muffled by the layers upon layers of fluff he was buried in.

"What?" Angel asked, pushing him but not hard enough to push him off. If he was completely honest, Alastor talking was sending shivers down his spine he wanted more of and didn't like at the same time.

"Nothing," Alastor mumbled, and pulled himself up. "Cheerio."

He tried to close the door, but since he'd practically knocked it down he was having a hard time. He shrugged and walked away whistling.

"Asshole," Angel muttered to himself.

Alastor had run a quick errand, something to do with Sir Pentious (who Angel was not on great terms with, either) when Angel went down for something to eat.

Unfortunately the hotel still didn't have decent food. Only Popsies. He had nothing to do, except sit quietly and re-read fan mail.

The spider demon was becoming more and more popular, but because he was stuck here he couldn't go to work and get some drugs.

He was just thinking about the deer demon when Alastor walked in. He crossed over to Angel, and patted his boob fluff, ignoring his outraged look.

He squeezed it, ran his fingers through it and licked his lips. "Goodbye, dear Angel," he said, walking away.

Angel sat in shock for a split second and ran after him, just reaching the lift in time to slam his hand in the doors, and jumping in, pinning Alastor to the wall.

"Why do you do this?" he hissed. "Play with me, and when you've had your pleasure it's just 'goodbye.' Why are you doing this? I mean, I do it too, so I can understand, but only to a point! If you have feelings just tell me!"

Alastor's smile didn't waver. He took Angel's chin and lifted his head to meet his eyes. "Why do I do it?" he repeated. "Because I want to. Because it's fun. Because sometimes I need a refill of Angel Dust, so I do what I need to do." He pressed his lips to Angel's. "Because sometimes I just need to be relieved."

Angel blushed, and kissed him again, leg coming up. Alastor flipped him and pinned his top arms above his head, using his free hand to touch his boob fluff.

"Al~" Angel murmured.

"Shut up," Alastor whispered, lips never leaving Angel's.

"Get a room!" a grumpy voice hollered. Husk hiccuped, bubbling along with cheap booze in his hand. "Perverts."

Angel looked at Alastor, who pressed his face into the boob fluff, making him laugh.