The Bet (Angel Dust X Sir Pentious Lemon/Smut)

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"The radio demon?"
Cherri Bomb was seemingly enthralled by the events that Angel Dust was recapping to her, "the radio demon showed up at the hotel?" Angel Dust nodded smugly as an answer, sitting across from Cherri at a packed bar. As one would expect, the bar was noisy, so even Cherri would have to raise her voice more than she usually would to be heard.
"Yeah, apparently he's supposed to be important, or something."

"No shit, Angel," Cherri chuckled slightly at her friend's obliviousness, but then decided to ask a different question surrounding the radio demon, "so... is he hot?"
"Alastor?" Angel Dust thought about him for a moment before answering, "eh, he's easy on the eyes, if you're into creepy dudes, but he's a bit of a prude if you ask me. Now... his friend. That's another story."
"Who?"
Angel Dust bit his bottom lip thinking about that demon that Alastor has summoned to help with the hotel.

Angel Dust went on for a while to Cherri, elaborating a little bit about Alastor only to go on about Husk.
"So..." Cherri said, cutting off Angel's venting, "you gonna fuck him or what?"
"Well duh." Angel Dust replied, "it'd be a waste if I didn't."
"I dunno Angie. He seems to me like he's a bit on the straight side."
Angel Dust chortled, "Like any of that matters when you've got this," he gestured to his own body, "I can make any guy in this shithole mine."

"Oh. Is that so?" Cherri smirked slightly, looking off into the distance somewhere and then back to Angel Dust, "care to prove it?"
"Heh, are you challenging me, babe?"
Cherri just giggled to herself as her plan seemed to come together in her brain, until she pointed at where she was looking.
"Even him?"
Angel craned his neck and saw what Cherri was looking at. Coincidentally, Sir Pentious was also in the bar by himself.

"Cherri..." Angel Dust sighed and rubbed his temples as he turned back around, "is this another set up to get me to fuck him?"
This had not been the first time that Cherri had tried to persuade him into doing something like this, something told him this "bet" was more than just pure coincidence.
"So you won't do it?" Cherri then slammed a stack of bills on the table, "How about I sweeten the deal for ya, then?"
Angel Dust looked down at the money and grinned. "Well, I never said that."

"Here's how it's going to go down. You have to fuck him, in this building. You can't tie him up, drug him, get him drunk or anything like that."
"Geez. What kind of guy do you take me for?" Angel Dust said, feigning offence, "and is there some specific kind of thing I have to do to 'win' this bet?"
"You just have to make him cum once."
"How am I supposed to prove that I did?"
"Eh. I feel like I'll know."
"As for..." Angel Dust looked around at the many demons that were occupying the building, "doing it here."

"Oh, don't worry about that either, the guy who runs this joint owed me a favour, so I swiped this from him."
Cherri took a small key from her cleavage and handed it to Angel Dust. Amused, he took the key from her hands.
"May I ask one more question?"
"You just did."
"Okay smartass. How long have you been planning this?"
"If I'm being honest," Cherri hesitated, "the second I met Pen for the first time."
"You're a real weirdo." Angel Dust muttered, shoving the key into his pocket, "you're on."

Angel Dust made his way over to the snake demon who was sitting in the corner. Sir Pentious didn't seem to notice Angel Dust at first until he spoke up.
"I'm surprised to see you here, alive."
Sir Pentious darted his eyes up and saw that the spider demon was staring down at him.
"What do you want?" Sir Pentious asked, obviously not wanting anything to do with him.
"May I sit down?"
"Does it matter what I say? You're going to anyway, right?"

"Damn. You seem off," Angel Dust said as he took his seat, "You alright?"
"Alright?" Sir Pentious spat, crossing his arms, "Alastor only humiliated me and then proceeded to destroy my ship, which had everything I worked so hard as to acquire whilst he just snaps his fingers and everything just goes swell for him." Sir Pentious then slammed his fists on the table as his hood flared before recoiling due to the pain he caused himself and hissed softly, "no, I am not alright."