Putting On A Show

Exploring The Unknown

After such an intense evening, you must have dozed between your two gentleman admirers, because you woke feeling very securely tucked between the two of them. You desperately needed to stretch, but you were ensnared in a tangled mass of arms. You sighed quietly, although you also smiled. If this was the price to pay for all of the attention received from so many hands all evening, well, count you in because it was well worth it. Stretches be damned!

You might have been awake, but you were still lying there with eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of closeness, a luxury that had not been afforded to you in over two years, not since six months before your "accident" that ended your earthly days. Truth be told, you had been so incredibly miserable and alone during that last six months of life that you could honestly say that hell had indeed been preferable.

Since you knew that there was a hell, and of course, who hadn't at least caught sight of Lucifer, king of hell, then you guessed that there must be a god in a heaven above. "What an absolute bastard he must be" you thought to yourself. 

It had to be true, though. What kind of "father" would create children only to allow them to suffer, then to add insult to injury, when they decided to end the perpetual suffering they were damned to eternal punishment? If that was what god was, you needed no part of it. You chuckled to yourself. No sense in worrying about redemption now, that ship had sailed and besides, you weren't interested. You had found your own heaven right here between these two incredible gentlemen. 

You smiled to yourself. Leaving here would be heartbreaking, but it was possible that they might want you to come see them again. If that were the case, you were all for it. You would have never guessed that the dreaded and feared Radio Demon could possibly be such an intriguing lover, and who would have known that Angel Dust was so much more than he showed to the outside world. These two men had been kinder and gentler to you than anyone had been during your living days. 

You stretched in spite of the many arms tying you down, slowly opening your eyes after a drawn out yawn. The bright crimson eyes staring back at you probably shouldn't have been such a shock, but then again, he had been so still, and there had been only the faintest hint of soft white noise, you had assumed that he was still sleeping. 

"Did I frighten you, my dear?" he smiled even more broadly now. It was easy to forget that this demon was a first rate sadist, but every once in a while his actions would demonstrate it with a flourish and a bold underline. His smile crept farther up his jawline until it almost touched his ears. "You're all puffed up again, darling." he chuckled from deep in his chest. 

You were very aware of this already and his pointing it out made you begin to feel flush. You looked away, not certain where to look but knowing  that it needed to be anywhere but those burning eyes that seemed to see every secret inside your mind. You burrowed your head under his chin as he softly laughed above you. "Wasn't scared." you argued, knowing it was a lie, but not caring in the least. This caused another eruption of soft laughter above your head.

"What a damnable lie" he chuckled, but pursued it no further. 

"What does a gal hafta do to sleep in around here?" yawned a very sleepy spider demon from behind you. "Jeez Al, I know you don't sleep much, but some of us do." You could feel Angel Dust nuzzling into the back of your neck, his warm breath touching your exposed hairline as he spoke, raising your fur yet again. 

Honestly, it was annoying how often your body would expose all that you would prefer to hide. In your living days you had been unreadable, possessing the poker face and the self control to keep anyone from guessing how you really felt about anything. It had made you feel somewhat invincible, to be honest, because people didn't know when they were getting under your skin. Everything changed when you awoke that day in hell. Now your body was not capable of keeping any secrets about your mental state. If you were scared, your ears would flatten and your fur would fluff. If you were too excited, or deep in thought, your tail would twitch. It just went on and on. You didn't have the luxury of secrets anymore and that was the one thing you missed from your living days. You had been a very private person, and you missed having that luxury. 

You were lost in thought and caught completely by surprise when Angel Dust was pushed away from you and almost completely off the bed. You jumped to see what was going on, but you were held in place by--something--you couldn't exactly see what, but it hugged you tightly by Alastor's side and unable to see what was going on behind you. This ticked off a few of the more uncomfortable boxes in your mind, as you didn't like to be caught unaware and this was making you feel more vulnerable than you would like.

"Don't you fuckin' dare, Bambi" spat Angel with a giggle, you could feel him trying to catch a good hold on the sheets and with a tilt of his head you could tell that Alastor most certainly *did* dare. You heard a disembodied "oof!" as Angel must have hit the carpet. "What was that for?!?" demanded the spider demon, although he was still giggling. 

"It's your turn to make breakfast and coffee." Said Alastor dryly. "and this lovely darling and I have some matters to attend to in the meantime." You watched, wide-eyed, as his burning gaze never left your eyes. He was smiling, as always, but you sensed there was something a bit more serious behind the Cheshire face staring back at you. What on earth was he on about, or was this a ploy to have time alone? You really couldn't say, but the forces holding you squeezed a little tighter, and the grin staring back at you became a little wider. 

"Take your time making breakfast, darling." he purred to his lover. "This might take a moment or two." His eyes never left yours, but they did take on a determined shine. 

Angel had walked over to this side of the bed, but you couldn't seem to make yourself break the gaze you had on Alastor. Angel leaned down and pecked you on the forehead, then kissed the predator still staring at you intently. Angel strolled away as if all was completely normal in the room, although you were certain you heard him mumble something about "creepy mothafucker" under his breath as he closed the door behind him.