Is This Really Hell? (Radiodust)

Chapter 17

Alastor

There was something soft, something warm, something angelic, pressing against Alastor's lips. His mind spun, heart raced, and he wanted more; however, before he could get more, that something pulled away.

Alastor's drunken self opened his eyes and saw a flustered and happy spider demon.

"Holy shit," Husk said and started laughing, "For once I'm glad I was sober for something."

Angel's face turned an even darker shade of red, which reeled Alastor into a wanting.

"Oh hush it," Angel says to Husk as he looks away blushing more.

Alastor touched his lips, "What was that?"

"It was a peck on the lips," Angel responds in his drunk tone.

"Oh," Alastor is still lost in drunkenness.

"You've never been kissed you fucking wanker," Husk asks.

"N-no," Alastor says then laughs, "No but dear it felt wonderful," he looks at Angel and in joy says, "I've been kissed by the most wonderful demon in hell and I've loved it."

Husk's face contorts to that of disappointment and disgust while Angel's get no where closer to being his normal color.

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Hours passed since the party ended, and Alastor smiled at the spider laying beside him asleep. "How wonderful to have you right by me."

The small white fluffy spider only cuddled up closer to his warm body, it was so soft, so tender, hot, and-

Al ran his hands up and down the demons body, salivating, wanting to sink his teeth into the flesh of the spider, it was overpowering, yet he couldn't do it. Alastor got up in disgust with himself, the alcohol finally wearing off. He wanted to run, he wanted to escape, but he felt trapped.

One. Two. Three. Click. Walking down the hall was, calming, oddly peaceful, the remnants of the party were impartial. It didn't take long but he arrived at the front door and he walked out, searching for something homely.