Fluttering Feelings
"Okay so try your best to not be...you.",Angel started as they stood in the elevator. His mismatched eyes looked to Alastor who was facing the elevator doors.
"I haven't a clue what you mean.",he states simply while his eyes remain trained on the doors, yet his grin widens slightly. He knew exactly what he meant.
Angel gives an exasperated sigh while running a gloved hand through his white locks,"Listen, Al, I know you've got this whole shtick to you but now ain't the time for that, we need to bring back confirmed guests."
Upon hearing this Alastor looks up to the spider with slightly narrowed eyes,"And why do YOU care if we get guests or not?"
Alastors mind went back to the selfless act he pulled last night by making the stew. Alastor had even discovered he didn't take credit, he made Nifty take the credit. Alastor had yet to see this...side of him.
"Its a fuckin' party! It'll be boring as shit with no guests.",Angel exclaimed with a laugh and ‘duh’ tone.
//Ah there it is. Still the same old wretched Angel Dust.//
Alastor simply rolled his eyes and didn't bother responding. Angel Dust looked into his reflection on the silver door and made sure he was presentable in the face of his best friend. His satin gloved hands ran over his hair and up the fluff on his chest which sat like breasts.
Alastors eyes widened and he quickly averted his gaze, that strange feeling coming back to him. Angel Dust had caught his glimpse at the very last second, a shit eating grin spread across his lips.
"See something you like, shorty?",Angel inquired while walking towards Alastor with a small sway in his hips. The radio demon scoffed and slowly stepped back. Yet Angel Dust reached out and gently lifted his chin.
"I see something I'd like to eviscerate.",he replied back in a venomous tone with narrowed eyes, his grin twitching at the corners slightly,"And I told you to stop calling me that." Alastor roughly smacked away Angels hand, averting his gaze.
Angel Dusts grin faltered slightly when he noticed something strange. Alastors gray cheeks were tinged pink.
//Is he blushing?...//
Before Angel could comment on what he thought was a hallucination the elevator doors spread open.
"Ah finally! Air that doesn’t reek of impropriety!",Alastor said with energy as he shoved Angel away roughly and stepped from the suffocating elevator.
Alastors heart was racing, his face was hot and when his back was turned to the flirty demon his grin fell. He felt a light fluttery feeling in his stomach which made him grow nauseous and worried.
"Yo, smiles, her joint is this way.",Angel Dust said smoothly. Alastor could feel the grin and smugness radiating off of the spider, he gritted his sharp yellow teeth. Regaining his composure and grin he turned and followed Angel down the hall.
Angel looked down at Alastor discreetly.
Ever since Angel met the infamous overlord he was drawn to him. He wanted him, which was rare for the spider considering he had very high standards. Perhaps it was due to his obvious unavailability.
Yet Angel soon learned his advances and flirting would get him nowhere with the red-clad man. So he instead opted to flirt and hit on the deer with the sole purpose of pissing him off instead. God was it funny when he got pissed off, a bit scary, but absolutely hilarious.
Although when his arm wrapped around his waist Angel couldn't help but feel something within him. Something deep. A small minuscule part of him believed Alastor may have felt it too.
But that ridiculous idea just made him internally roar with laughter.
Even if he would never get to sleep with the demon that didn't mean he wouldn't let his mind wander a little at night.
Alone in his room, the red lights bouncing off his pink and white skin. His hand down his short as he pictured one of the most terrified overlords in all of Hell between his legs. His hands trailing up Angels sides as he spoke in that somehow alluring radio filtered voice. Angels hand would only move quicker within his shorts at the thought of Alastors lips—
"Angel!"
Hearing Alastor call his name, Angel was pulled out of his own dirty thoughts. He hadn't realized he had stopped walking to be fully enveloped in his lust ridden daydream. Angel cleared his throat as he attempted to fight off the harsh blush sweeping across his face.
"Ah shit, sorry musta got distracted...",Alastor noticed the harsh rosy shade across Angels face in an instant. He felt his own face heating up as a few indecent thoughts slipped past his conscience.
// I've never seen him blush before...oh dear why does he look so...good like that...
What am I thinking!? //
"I-It's quite alright lets just hurry up.",Alastor stammered for a moment while waving over Angel.
The both of them walked in silence as they approached the last door, with a slow knock they waited in tense silence. Both breathed out a breath they were holding when the spunky powerhouse opened the door. The tension now lifted.
"Angie!",she said in a cheery tone before pulling in the tall man for a tight hug. Alastor watched as she spun around the spider with a loud laugh. Angel hugged her back just as tightly,"How've you been, sugar?"
Angel hadn't seen his best friend since the turf war incident. He missed her deeply and didn’t care to hide it in front of the respectable overlord.
Upon pulling away Cherri was about to answer until her eye fell to the man aside Angel Dust. It widened upon realizing who he was.
"Angie?"
"Yes?"
"Why the fuck is it that the first time I see your horny ass you bring along the goddamn radio demon!"
Alastors grin widened and pulled Cherris hand to shake vigorously,"The names Alastor, dear, and I've been forced to be with this fella to gather people!"
Cherri hadn't ever met the radio demon. Only hearing stories and his carnage over the broadcasts. He was supposed to be one scary dude. Yet as he stood here and shook her hand with an enthusiastic voice she refrained from laughing.
//He kinda looks like a strawberry pimp.//
Pulling her hand away she nodded,"Yeah sure, I'm Cherri.",her curious eye went to Angel,"Whats he mean by 'gather people'?"
Angel Dust rubs the nape of his neck abit sheepishly,"Ya know the hotel I'm stayin' at? Well we're throwing a party in hopes of getting some clients. You're the first one I'm invitin'!" He finished off with enthusiasm and a small squishing of Cherris cheeks.
The cherry bomb lowered her brow and walked back into her apartment after smacking away Angels hands; the open door lets both men know it was fine to walk in.
"I don't know Angie, you know that hotel doesn't exactly sound like something I'm down for.”,Cherri says with slight reluctance, turning to face her friend with her arms crossed over her chest.
Angel sighs and walks forward, he places his top hands onto her shoulders and gives them a light shake,”C’mon, Cherri, I need someone there with me so I don’t loose my fuckin’ mind. I’m sure there’ll be drinks~”
Alastor watched the exchange between the two supposed friends. It felt strange to watch Angel Dust treat someone like an actual person instead of a sex toy. It only made the strange feeling within Alastor grow even more stranger.
“I’m going to be waiting outside!”,Alastor proclaimed with a bit too much of a loud tone which caused both parties to share a look. Alastor didn’t notice as he quickly made his exit and shut the door behind him.
Once the door shut behind him he leaned against the wall aside it with a shaky exhale. He attempted to stand straight and contain this feeling until he felt a stinging sensation in his hand. He remembered how he thoughtlessly put his arm around the spiders thin waist.
His fingertips could still feel the strip of bareness between that small skirt and blazer.
Alastor began to wonder what was truly going on within him. Why was that dammed demon having such an affect on him ever since the night before? All he did was—well—exist! His hand rested over his heart and he flinched when he felt the intense thumping.
He had never felt something like this before. Dead or alive. And he did not like it one bit.
“We’ve got one!”,Angel said in a cheery tone as he exited the door with a bounce in his step and shutting it behind him. Alastor jumped at his loud voice and sudden appearance yet he quickly regained his composure. He just prayed his hot cheeks weren’t as red as he could only assume.
Angel Dust was completely oblivious to Alastors flustered state as he made his way to the elevator,”Lets get movin’, Al. I know who to go to next.”
Alastor watched as Angel Dust walked down the hall with a smile of excitement on his made up face. Swallowing hard he fixed his bowtie and began to follow him. That fluttering feeling lingering despite his fruitless attempts at shoving it away.