Roses Have Thorns (Radiodust)

Angel all his life had craved the warmth from another. The loving and pure kind. Maybe some flirting and naughtiness too. Someone who was gentle, and honest, and caring. But all he could get was the sexual attention from others. After dying and ending up in hell, he gave up and that became close enough for him. Now it's not like anyone would want him for more than his skill. Or so he thought.

Alastor is a loner, finding it easier to carry out any plan without anyone in his path. He liked it that way. He liked being alone, the comfort of always having his own back. The screams he cherished from others, always seeming to make his day. In hell, he never expected to consider anyone to be on his level, of evil, of wits, of power. He was alone . . . . He liked it that way . . .right?

This is the story of two incredibly genius idiots, finding their way into love. How will this play out?