Overloading Intake Of RadioDust

Bonus Chapter For 'My Hero'.

I forgot to add the bonus chapter from my previous one and so I thought I'd just publish it in another page. Enjoy!

"Anymore you move and I might just have to strap you down by force." Alastor said calmly, working on the pancake batter as he sees Angel pacing around the kitchen restlessly in his peripheral vision. After last night's incident, Alastor immediately tended to his wounds not caring how much the assassin squirmed in his hold to be released. He ignored Angel, who continued to protest adamantly, and tried to restitch the long cut on his abdomen. It wasn't exactly deep but it bothered Alastor so much that it almost pains him to see it. He knew how much Angel hated needles, seeing his lover's face paled and morphed into a mortified look, it took everything in his will power to not succumb to such a look.

Alastor has always had a soft spot for him. They've been together through thick and thin, they have suffered worst case scenarios before, they both have lost someone special in their lives, they understood the implication that they often sent to each other, they were not blind nor dumb they were just defensive in a way where they refuse to confide to one another. Both males did not mind that, as long as there was no conflict in between their relationship they didn't have to worry about anything.

Angel knew he was suppose to be resting, but his mother taught him better. And that was to never leave a stranger/guest/lover to do the hosting. He had tried to talk this through with the other but was constantly turned down, his last attempt almost cost his little piglet's life. He hated being confined and detained in his room with nothing else in mind to do.

Angel slowly retreats back to his seat at the dining table with a small pout, "I can't help it! This thing's itchy!" He gestures angrily at the bandaged wrapped around his abdomen. His eyes narrowing further with dissatisfaction when the other did not give a response. Mornings with Alastor was always nice and serene, something Angel hardly ever finds in his apartment. Not when his roommate is always blasting her goddamn music in the middle of the night as she set up her firework displays outside her balcony every two three times a day. But sometimes, he couldn't stand just how much demanding Alastor tends to be. But he himself was a much more needy person than the latter, so he wasn't going to complain about it. "Besides, it's not like it was deep or anything. Just scratch, that'll all!"

Only did he say that got the attention Angel needed, but soon regretted it when he saw that familiar dark look on Alastor's face as he continued to stir his pancake batter deliberately slow. That look was a warning, the red kind. Angel knew he shouldn't have pushed it when he knew that Alastor wasn't a very reasonable man in the morning. Especially, if there were no caffeine enough to sustain him. Angel was well aware that Alastor tends to go a little feral without his coffee rush, and looking at him now, Angel could only assume that he hasn't taken his morning coffee yet. "...Shit, did I forgot to do the groceries again?" Angel cursed momentarily after a holding a long gaze on the latter. Alastor says nothing and then goes back to his cooking.

If Angel decides to cause more trouble upon himself and Alastor, then there was no turning back now. He would have to call in Blitzo to care for his pathetic ass. Blitzo is known to be a so called 'expert' in 'man handling' an injured 'animal'. At least Alastor wouldn't have to worry too much, if he had known better Angel hated tolerating with vermins who only has their minds set on one thing...

His asscheeks.

Truthfully, Alastor wasn't all too pleasant with the idea of having another man touching what was his, and his alone. But if that was the only thing that could put the walking slasher down he wouldn't ask for any other method. Just not today, and probably not in a million years."You should be thankful that I haven't called that bumbling fool in my stead." Alastor said calmly, flipping the first pancake with ease. Angel leaned back in disgust, "I'd rather turn myself in to the government then having to deal with another one of the asshole's ludicrous affairs..."

Alastor turned to him in shock, letting the fourth batter take shape in the frying pan, both eyes widen in sheer disbelief at what he had just heard. Angel glares at him and snarls, "don't gimme that look, asshole... Your fucking pillow talk was influential and you know it..." Alastor throws his head back and letd out a hearty laugh. Who knew his lover was a fast learner? Angel huffs, he felt a little offended by his reaction. His eyes casted downwards along with the positive feelings he had looking forward to spend the entire afternoon with his beloved. "I'm not dumb, okay? I can pull out a few good words from now and then..."

"Of course, my dear." Alastor said after he had calmed down a little, "forgive me, I did not intend to bristle your temper." He continues to fill and flip their breakfast until there was nothing left in the mixing bowl. Angel watched as Alastor zips from one spot to the other, setting the plates and eating utensils properly on the dining table with an easy smile. Angel made a move to pick their breakfast up but Alastor beats him to it, Angel sulks at this, "it's just a scratch Al."

"True. But anymore movement you make you'll end up tearing the stitch. And we wouldn't want that happening now, do we?" The sharp look Alastor sent him was enough to get Angel immediately seated back down and the radio demon was more than happy to serve him his breakfast. Alastor grows even more relentless when Angel refused to be spoon fed, he promises Angel that if he did not accept this gesture Angel would have to give a proper farewell to his Fat Nuggets, Angel eventually let's the spoon rest in his mouth then reluctantly chews sadly and pathetically.

Sure hope you guys ain't confused!

- TripleBOut!