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[steviespanties]

I have a whore knee thought but I’m afraid to write it myself so I thought I’d send it here, if it catches your fancy. Love your work!

Omega!Steve always had a hard time getting turned on when he was with other alphas. His body just wasn’t into it, but with Billy he’s always ridiculously wet and ready. Everything about his alpha—Billy’s scent, his command, his fervor—keeps Steve loose and pliant.

sdfGHJ I LOVEE it!!!!!!!😍💗💗💗😳 Thank you for sharing this with me, it’s *chefs kiss* amazing!! (1,5k words. omegaverse smut, obviously. vague descriptions of unsatisfying drunk - but consensual- sex. pants being ruined. something something fated pairs. sorry for the lack of editing!!)

So, Steve’s a horny guy, okay? Always has been and has never made a secret of it. His friends know. Most of the school knows. Sure, he’ll pretend for his parents that he’s a good ol’ Christian boy who goes to church every Sunday and totally doesn’t sneak out to parties to get dicked down by eager alphas any other day of the week. It’s just also always been frustrating. 

His selection in Hawkins leaves much to be desired, with smug alphas who think just having a knot makes them God’s gift to humanity and simply whipping their dicks out will get Steve gushing wet immediately. They’re lucky his libido overrules his endless disappointment. No time spent on working him up, alcohol dulling his senses to make the ache he feels less uncomfortable. It’s not bad. It’s not really good, either. 

There’s an itch underneath his skin, a formless desire for more that never takes shape no matter how often he tries. He’s a spring coiled tight and no matter who he lets between his legs, he can’t bring himself to unwind. He lets fucking Brody from the baseball team plow him into the guest bed at a post-game party and even the tiny sparks of pleasure brushing his insides can’t make his back muscles unclench or his hole more wet. There’s just pathetic grunts coming from above him. The sting of a hand slapping against his asscheek and a huffed “make some noise, will ya?”

Yeah, no. He gets up instead. Ignores Brody’s halfhearted protests as he tugs up his pants and throws him an icy glare that makes the guy sputter and shut up. Pathetic.

It takes time, he thinks. Time to get him loose and trusting. Effort, too, to make him want to bow his back and present himself. Steve hates to sound like his mom, but when he jerks off later that night with a hand around his dick and three fingers in his wet hole, imagining a formless someone to sweep in and fill him up, he thinks ‘there’s just no quality alphas in this town’.

And then Billy Hargrove rolls into Hawkins, stinking of cigarette smoke, fucking Aqua Net and perfume and underneath it all? Jesus fucking Christ. A cloud of pheromones so strong and fragrant, it makes Steve drool a little just from catching a whiff of it in the hallways. They haven’t even talked yet and he already feels a hook in him. Right next to that itch. Closer than ever before to scratching it. He wants, more than he has ever wanted before, to get this guy’s scent on his skin. Wants to drip with the guy’s come.  And, to his massive surprise, underneath that raging storm of pure instinctual lust, there’s simply interest. He feels like a dog with his ears perked up and his snout in the wind. He’s on the chase.

If Steve has learned one thing, though, is that if he really, desperately wants something, he has to pursue it carefully. And nothing is more of a siren-song to alphas than an interested, yet reserved omega. So he’s not among the welcoming committee of fawning followers at Billy’s heels. He counts on them to fill the guy in on all the gossip. Walks by close enough in the hallway to get a whiff of Steve walking by. Feels those ocean blue eyes burning holes into the back of his head by the end of the day, just like he anticipated. Of course, it blows in his face within hours.

He’s not even properly buzzed at Tina’s Halloween party, too busy to keep Nancy away from getting shitfaced while they wait for Jonathan to pick her up. He swallows his frustration. This was supposed to be his opportunity to leave a lasting impression and instead he’s stuck babysitting his ex because she can’t hold her liquor.

And then he sees him. He takes one look at Billy Hargrove and even from across the room, clearly stalking towards him through a crowd of dancing people Steve can tell: The guy is trouble. 

In his periphery, he registers Jonathan swooping in and dragging Nancy off. Registers the cheers of people around them. Hears through the pulsing music “Harrington, right?” and his mouth says “Steve, actually.”

Hargrove leans forward. Close. Closer. Right into his space, stinking of beer and smoke and that irresistible hook underneath that pulls Steve’s body over a precipice he knows he’s crossed when he watches Billy’s pupils blow up and his chest move in the most unsubtle scenting he’s ever seen.

A heavy arm wraps around Steve’s shoulder and with a decisive pull, he’s flush against the warm, firm side of- “Billy,” is purred into his ear. Breath on his sensitive skin that makes him shudder and warmth pool in his belly. His arm winds around Billy’s waist and he realizes in that moment that any resemblance of a plan has flown out of the window. He’s putty.

“I’ve already heard so much about you,” Billy grins. There’s a wild edge to his smile. A mischievous spark in his voice and eyes that sinks the hook even deeper. Steve can’t help but smile back.

“Of course you have.” As they talk, Billy steers him through a room filled with eyes glued to their every move. It’s a familiar feeling- being the center of attention, even when people desperately try to play it cool. Letting the curiosity and jealousy pearl off his skin like drops of water, an entire audience to Steve being felt up and led around and held close throughout the evening with no resistance from him.

He’s just hungry. Watches Billy drink beer from a can and lick his lips with a pink tongue. Feels Billy’s hands firmly grip his hips as they dance and his eyes on Steve’s as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind his ear. It’s impossible to escape Billy’s scent, growing stronger the more he sweats. Becoming overwhelming when he tucks that strand of hair behind Steve’s ear for him and brushes his scent gland in such a deliberately soft motion it makes that pool of warmth in Steve’s belly transform into molten heat and a shocking pulse of slick. Right in his pants.

Billy’s eyes are wide, expression stunned. This isn’t how it normally goes, Steve wants to tell him through his embarrassment. Breathes more of Billy in and hears “Let’s get out of here” instead of a leer or an insult.

Steve knows he’s easy, okay? He’s been searching for someone in this town to make it worth his while and it’s been a disappointing search so far. So even when Billy pushes him into the backseat of his car, tugs his pants down and peels Steve’s soaked briefs off his legs, he still wonders if this will be a fluke. Right up until Billy’s heavy body covers him and their lips and tongues meet in a slick, delicious glide and his hole pulses slick right onto the car seat.

Before he can even settle into pure mortification, there’s that purr again. “Holy shit,” Billy says. Wondering. Delighted. A gloved hand glides over Steve’s skin. Up the inside of his thigh, to his hole where he’s more sensitive and swollen and wet than he’s ever been before for an alpha. Steve gasps. “Open your legs,” he’s told. And he does. Gets an appreciative “Just like that” in return that makes his arms break out into goosebumps.

Maybe it doesn’t take time at all, he thinks dazedly as he watches Billy pull off his gloves and glide a finger into his pulsing hole with such confidence and ease, it makes Steve moan immediately. Maybe all it takes is an alpha with a California tan and a wicked laugh that makes Steve want to smile along. The kinda guy who drags him around a party and never lets him go, who can’t stop petting Steve’s side and his hair.

And maybe, he thinks deliriously as sweat rolls down his back and the slick glide of Billy’s cock has turned into loud squelching on every powerful thrust that makes Steve gush onto the seats, maybe it does take trust. Because Billy looks at him. He scents Steve like he can’t help it, leans down to steal breathless kisses between moans like he needs every bit of contact just as desperately as Steve does.

‘He has freckles,’ Steve thinks incoherently as his dick twitches in Billy’s grip. Once, twice. Another time, right as Billy’s knot catches, locks them together in perfect pressure and everything falls apart in white-hot pleasure that spills over Steve’s body and out of him in ropes of come over his belly.  Billy bends forward when he comes. Like he can’t get close enough even when they’re locked together, a twitching, moaning weight on top of Steve’s fucked out body.

They bask in the afterglow for a long time. Steve pets Billy’s head, curls turned soft from a night of constant movement and sweat. There’s no need to get off this ride. Not when that itch has finally been scratched and one look at Billy’s blissed out face tells him that the hook he’s felt under his own skin has worked itself under Billy’s as well.

#omegaverse #omega!Steve #alpha!Billy #passivenovember #asks #harringrove #this got longer than expected?? and is also a lot more build up to the sex than expected?? #look. look. i really love the whole fated pairs kinda stuff in omegaverse!! #it's like soulmates adjacent!! it's sexy AND romantic!!!! #they're gonna fuck it out and then they'll wake up in bed ten years later in their shared apartment and realize they're so fucking happy

[jjuzoir]

Match Maker | s. banri

request: “Hello! I personally really love your writing and your whole aesthetic is my dream lol 👉👈 Can I request a scenario where reader and Banri are best friends since childhood? You can turn it into best friends to lovers kind of thing if you feel like it. I’m personally a huge fan of best friends to lovers aus, they just,,, melt my heart 🥺 Thank you so much, please don’t feel like you have to rush it and take your time! 💞” from anon

a/n: i accidentally deleted your anon but i managed to save the request itself sooryy^^ i am so sorry it’s taken me so long omg 🥺 i love you sooo much anonie 💕✨ i love f2l so much too it’s so cute just seeing people who love each other being able to be with each other is !!! ahhh ✨💕 i really enjoyed working on it and i’m really happy with it hhhh thank you sm for requesting ilysm ahhh

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There were many perks to being friends with Banri, he was funny and nice when he wanted to be— he’d help you out with homework and never let you down; if there was one thing you could always count on Banri to be it was determined and loyal. But there were downsides to it too like the looks you’d get for hanging out with a guy with such a shitty reputation, the way he’d always get into fights, or seeing him waste his life away due to lack of interest. There were the multiple fights you had to endure, patching him after he got his ass beaten to a pulp the first few times.

But you wouldn’t trade him for the world. You had stuck with him through so many things, so many phases and bruises, beginnings and ends, you knew him like the back of your hand and you knew how hard it was for him to live such an “easy” life. He liked a challenge, something to work hard towards, something worth fighting for— so he could relish in the satisfaction, but that something never came. When everything comes easy you can never really bask in satisfaction; the afterglow after a succeeding.

Maybe at first, you guessed, Banri did enjoy it but he soon grew tired; everything was easy, too easy. How could he enjoy a life with no challenges when what he liked the most was a challenge?

That’s why when he joined the Mankai company you were ecstatic, finally a non-destructive hobby after years of fights and punches. It was why you didn’t mind distancing yourself from him, to let Settsu enjoy himself and get to know theater— you guessed you just didn’t know how far was enough, leading you to grow farther away than either of you expected; than either of you needed.

Looking back, Banri was somewhat grateful; he knew had you stuck around he wouldn’t have been able to concentrate with the growing feelings he had blooming in his chest.

He realized his feelings for you weren’t the same when texting you wasn’t enough, when meeting you at school wasn’t enough; when he realized that he wanted more. He never took into account how often you two would be together, it felt so natural, there was never a second thought or a minute to imagine what would happen if your routine were to change. After school and during breaks, you’d always be together chatting away; to not have you there by his side as often was weird. It wasn’t as if he never saw you but whenever you left he felt a bitter feeling in his mouth, it left him feeling unsatisfied. What was once a friendship that lasted 24 hours a day soon shortened into a relationship that would last as long as school breaks would allow.

He hoped that once he quit the troupe— after making his point known to Juza, he’d be able to go back to his routine with you, perhaps confess or just let it go, he just wanted to ditch acting and see where you two would go. But he never really quit and so the distance between you two became bigger.

You never grew estranged, neither of you would’ve been able to live without the other by this point— 14 years of friendship, of familiarity and comfort, can’t go down the drain like that. To you Banri was the need for a future, for excitement and adventure, and to him, you were home, nostalgic and known. But going from hanging around each other everyday to almost once in a blue moon, it hit hard and it hit roughly.

By the third performance, you and him could barely meet in person— you had joined clubs while he practiced, your classes weren’t the same and your part time job started demanding more attention; so all you could do was text. He hated texting, you could never really express your tone and feelings properly, but your relationship— or what remained of it, now hung on a thin thread of texts. It was weird, heart breaking almost, to see the shell that remained of your friendship.

It was around that time Banri realized he needed to act on his feelings for you, it was when he realized he could lose you.

He didn’t know how to confront you about it— the boy you had been hanging out around, he’d seen you two, heard the rumors of a possible romance, but he never confronted you. Blue eyes could only watch in confusion as the situation unfolded itself; you two were 17, not kids anymore, it’d be weird for him to pop in one day and demand for you to explain yourself to him. Banri wasn’t delusional, he knew you didn’t owe him an explanation.

Izumi noticed the uncertainty and hesitation in him, how something or someone was bothering him. It was soon after that his discomfort was known to the rest of the company and they grew confused and concerned— some more worried than others. It was her who ended up confronting Banri, she had to convince the dyed blond to not threaten the young boy with behavior and discipline.

Even through his short answers and cold stare it didn’t take the brunette long to understand what was bothering him.

“So, you like your best friend?” Izumi’s pink eyes were tinted with understanding and pity as she looked at the young boy.

However, Banri was too prideful to answer, instead opting to roll his eyes in acknowledgment.

“Well, why don’t you say something about it?”

“[Name] doesn’t owe me an explanation,” he muttered, he had thought about it but really— he was also afraid; if you were dating that boy then it meant his feelings were one sided and he could ruin your trust, make you feel like you had a babysitter or a possessive friend, and accidentally reveal the feelings he had only recently begun to acknowledge.

“I guess you’re right, but you owe yourself closure,” Izumi states straight into his eyes, “Just try talking to them about it.”

“Hmph…”

He stared at your contact name for a while before pressing it that night, he spent at least 14 minutes typing and re-typing what he wanted to send, never before had he been so self conscious when talking to you.

As he laid buried within his covers, only the soft light of his phone shining, he realized how important you were to him; he couldn’t fuck up.

‘Hey, our next performance is next week wanna come??????’

Once he had settled for a text and was ready to press send he heard a deep, and extremely annoying, voice coming from beside him.

“Delete some question marks, it makes you look desperate.”

“Fuckin’- were you reading my texts?” Banri barked at the golden eyed boy, what was that creep doing getting into his conversation with you?

“Kinda hard not to when you’ve got your ringer on, this isn’t a coming of age movie turn that shit off, iss’ annoying.” Juza grumbled before shoving his head between his pillows and Banri swore the small wooden panel separating both of their beds was suddenly asking to be used as a murder weapon.

“Fuck off, Hyodo.”

‘Hey, our next performance is next week wanna come over??’

“You are gonna give them their tickets, right?”

“Of course I am, I ain’t some sort of asshole!” Settsu could swear every time Juza opened his mouth he lost 10 years of his lifespan.

“Ya’ sure about that?”

“Say it to my fuckin’ face, eh?”

‘Hey, I got some tickets for our next performance if you wanna come??’

“Is that better, dick head?” Banri shoved his phone at the purple haired boy causing him to swat his hand away.

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Whatever-? You know what, choke on my dick.”

“Come on, I’ve sucked candy bigger than your dick, Settsu, I ain’t chokin’ on a pickle.”

He was surprised that you answered so quickly a short and simple ”Oh my god!!! Yes!!” that had sent his heart into super sonic speed. He guessed that, if Izumi was right and he did like you, that it made sense- and if he had to be honest, really had to be, you could say he didn’t mind the way his heart fluttered around his chest.

‘Come over early and I’ll give them to you’

“And they say chivalry is dead.” Juza grumbled into his pillow, earning a smack from Banri.

A week later and you were standing in front of the Mankai dorm waiting for him, you had to admit that- although sudden, the invite did make you quite happy, even if you both didn’t talk as often you still cared deeply about him.

While you stood outside waiting, however, inside the dorm Banri was getting one final pep talk from Izumi before he asked you out- or tried to at least.

“I get it! Izumi, stop nagging already,” blue eyes rolled as the older woman went over the plan.

“I am not nagging, Settsu! I am simply making sure you don’t screw up!” She shrieked, she was this close to setting you up with Juza out of spite.

“Look, I’m fine,” he assured her, “I’ll just tell ‘em how I feel and if they say yes then good and if they say no then whatever- it’s not like we won’t talk if I’m rejected.” Right?

“Hey, Neo delinquent, you shouldn’t leave your date waiting,” Yuki grumbled as he nodded over to the door, “Poor thing’s been there for half an hour, let it in already.”

“Yuki! Don’t talk about [Name] like they’re a dog!” Izumi scolds the middle schooler.

“Whatever, just worried they’re gonna catch a cold.” He shrugs before leaving the room, if you ended up sick you’d only have those two to blame.

“Okay, now go- go!” Izumi pushed the tall boy before running off to hide behind the wall, just in case.

Banri takes note of his sweaty hands and scolds himself; keep it together. He shakes his head and opens the door to find you waiting for him.

In the second it took you to process the opened door, Banri felt himself fall in love with you. After not seeing each other in person since the start of the new semester, it dawned on him how much he yearned to be with you.

“Banri, I missed you!” You throw your arms around your friend, you were excited— it had been weeks since you’d last seen him and you missed him, even if you two didn’t talk as much there was never a day you didn’t think of him in some way.

“[Name],” he ruffled your hair, his eyes softening as he looked at you, “I missed you too.”

“I’m so excited,” you pulled away from him, looking him straight in the eyes, “I was so worried I wouldn’t get tickets, I really wanted to see you act again!”

“Tch, ain’t you a fan?” He teases you, making way for you to come inside the dorms and you gladly do. It had been months since you last came, but it still looked and felt the same; he felt and looked the same, he looked smarter though, more mature and put together.

“You’re talking as if I wouldn’t come see my best friend.” You smile up at him and he feels his heart clench in his chest at your words.

As he leads you to the living room he wonders if he should actually tell you— unlike most things in his life, you were always there, no matter what he was doing you’d always stuck around him. Ever since you were young, Banri can’t remember a time where you weren’t there and, honestly, he didn’t want to.

His silence catches your attention and you decide to speak up; “So, how have things been?”

“Ah, good, they’ve been good,” he coughs, he felt stupid getting nervous over this- he should just get it out as fast as possible, “and you?”

“Things ‘ve been well, kinda weird without you around.” You admit awkwardly as you sit down on the couch.

He nods, a smile gracing his lips as he thinks about how to lead the conversation where he needs it to be. He remembers Izumi’s words and advice, he deserved closure and, maybe it was selfish of him but, he wanted a relationship with you too. He really, really wanted a relationship with you.

“[Name]?” He speaks out, his voice wavering slightly and if he could he’d beat himself up for it. Hearing the uncertainty behind his words you almost shoot up from your seat in worry.

“Yeah?”

“I- I know it’s sudden and,” he takes a deep breath, “it’s gonna sound weird but I, uh- realized somethin’.”

You nod confused, you were listening to him and you wanted him to continue; that’s the moment he realized he’d need to fold whatever pride he had left and throw it in the air if he wanted to know the truth.

“It’s very weird and if it makes you uncomfortable it’s okay! It’s just, I've heard about you goin’ out with someone and I wanted to know if-?”

“Oh! You mean Rin, right? No, don’t worry, he’s dating someone; we’re just friends!” You laugh as you explain.

“Oh, good.” Even with his, albeit limited compared to other members, acting experience he couldn’t quite hide the relief that washed over his face and body at the revelation.

“Why do you wanna know? Worried you’re gonna lose me?” You tease but the words he uttered next made you do a double take his way.

“Yeah, actually- funny you’d say that.” He sighs before looking around the room, “I didn’t invite you just for the tickets, [Name], I-I wanted to tell you something… I like you.”

You feel the blood rushing to your ears and spread through your cheeks, you were sure you were practically heating up the room just from your blushing alone.

“You like me?” You ask him, you were extremely flattered and the thought that a guy like Banri liked you was nice. You liked him, you’ve liked him for a pretty long time but were too afraid to say anything so for him to, after so many years, tell you he liked you was straight out of a shojo manga.

“Yeah, it’s okay if you feel weird, I just wanted to say it, ya’ know?” He avoids your eyes and you quickly piece together the rest. He’d been acting weird, all shy and nervous, his texts were kinda dry, and even when you did meet in the hallway he had been acting off… was it all because he liked you?

“Banri, I- wow, me too,” you stutter, fidgeting with your fingers slightly at his confused face, “I kinda like you too.”

“Ya’ do?” It was his turn to jump from his seat at your words, his heart knocking against his chest as if it were about to explode from the override of emotions he was feeling at your words.

“Yeah, it’s embarrassing,” you laugh, “but I’ve liked you for some time now, I’m surprised you didn’t notice.”

His signature cocky smile is back on his face as soon as you say it and you wish you could take it back so he wouldn’t tease you, but would it really be Banri if he didn’t make fun of you even just a little bit.

“Shoulda’ known, no one can resist me.” He plopped himself next to you and you shove him slightly.

“Yeah, no one can resist you and your bowl cut.”

“You said it looked good!” He glares at you but you know he isn’t angry at all.

“Yeah when we were like 10?” You ruffle his hair, the soft strands gliding through your fingers and Banri is sure that if he had a tail it’d be wagging.

“Ya? Well why d’ya like me if I got a stupid bowl cut?” He grabs your hand and levels himself to look you in the eyes.

“Because you’re smart,” you lean closer and peck his lips, “and cute, even with that shitty hair.”

“You can’t insult me and compliment me like that! You're gonna give me whiplash, geez.” His eyes widen at your actions and he blushes a deep pink, and you do your best to memorize that look knowing it was rare.

“Ew, the NEO delinquent is flirting on our couch,” you both hear a whine from behind you two and you jump startled, “Now we’ve gotta clean it up.”

“We’d appreciate it if you kept the PDA minimal with the kids here, Settsu.” Sakyo glares at the young man, you could almost miss the soft smile as he watched his leader finally look like himself again.

“So, [Name], you two dating or what?” Izumi pokes her head out of her hiding spot, going straight to the point.

“Please, he probably didn’t even give ‘em the tickets.” Juza makes his way through the small crowd and into the kitchen area.

“Yes I did-“

“No you did not.” You correct him, causing the actor to blush even redder at your words.

“Told ya’.”

“Cut it off you guys!” The director scolded everyone in the room, too excited at the newly formed couple to care about much else, “Are you two dating?”

“I think we are.” You look at Banri who looked back at you, his scowling face softening until a smile broke out.

“We are.” He confirms, giving you a kiss on the cheeks with a smile and you feel light on your feet with excitement.

“I should start a match-making agency or something.” Izumi giggles at her comment, proud to finally have helped the young boy.

“With your dating life? Please.” Sakyo laughs at the younger woman.

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Giardino Segreto ch. 9

[Read on AO3] | [First chapter] | [Next chapter (coming soon!)] Rating: M  Note: Hello naughty children it’s rating change time. Make of that information what you will. Also this chapter is stupidly long and I am stupidly sorry. Chapter summary: Angel is reminded how little his father cares about his (or Molly's) feelings, and he leaves Molly with a choice to make. Later, Angel finally gets back what was stolen from him earlier in the day, and Alastor has a number of very new experiences. How hard--er, difficult can it be, really?

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There was silence for a moment as Angel processed what his sister was saying. Eventually, he pulled away to look her in the eye. “Molls, what’s goin’ on?”

She took a step back, shaking, trying in vain to wipe the smudged mascara from beneath her eyes. “Papa told me this morning about seein’ you at the lounge last night,” she confessed, starting to fidget with her curls again. “He said you had all these strangers with ya, you weren’t actin’ like yourself, so he…he asked me to come check on you.”

“For what?” Angel demanded, fighting between his frustration at being deceived and his patience with his sister.

“To find out what I could about what’s goin’ on here. He made it sound like you were in trouble and these people were usin’ you. Said I had to remind you where you belong and bring you home.”

“This is my home now.” When his sister reached for him, he took a step back to stay out of her grasp, betrayal written all over his face. “I knew you were actin’ weird while we were out. I knew you were askin’ too many questions. Goddamn it, Molly!”

“I’m sorry!” Molly insisted, her tears starting up again. “I was worried about you, caro! You were gone all that time, I was a nervous wreck, then Papa showed up and said he knew where to find you. How could I not come?”

“That’s exactly why he sent you,” Angel growled, arms crossed tightly, avoiding his twin’s eyes at all costs. “Cuz he knew you wouldn’t say no and he knew I’d talk to you. Sonofabitch. Usin’ his own fuckin’ daughter for recon.”

“And against his own son,” Alastor added.

“Fuck that; I ain’t his kid anymore,” the boy snapped back. “The Dellarosas ain’t shit to me but a roadblock.” At the sound of Molly’s muffled sob, he let out a sigh. “Y’know I don’t mean you, Mollina. But there was no way you could stay outta this forever. So what d’you wanna do?”

“Whaddaya mean?” she asked, her body language still withdrawn and nervous as if Angel might throw her out at any moment.

“I mean, are you okay with bein’ ‘seen and not heard’ in Enrico’s family, or do you wanna stay and be part of mine?”

The shock of the suggestion halted the tears still shining in her wide eyes. “Stay,” she repeated, “like for good?”

“Yeah. Why not? Enrico doesn’t give a shit about anyone he can’t control,” the boss said, not incorrectly. “That’s all ‘family’ boils down to for him. People who do what the fuck he says. It’s bullshit, and you deserve better. Stay here with us, and I guarantee everyone in this building’ll respect you the same as me.”

He looked to Alastor, either for confirmation or to make it clear that ensuring this was one of his responsibilities, and the Radio Demon nodded in turn. As always, Angel’s decisions were surprising. Not only had he separated himself from Enrico’s family, but now he was trying to persuade another of his children to defect as well. And judging by the look on Molly’s face, she was tempted.

“I dunno, Angelino,” she mumbled. “I wanna be with you, sure, but wouldn’t that mean I couldn’t see anyone at home anymore? Not even Mama or Criss…?”

“Hey, I’m not about to tell you what ya can or can’t do,” Angel said with a shrug, but Alastor was beginning to feel that his dispassionate attitude was a bit put on. “I’m just sayin’ I don’t like us bein’ separated any more than you do, and I’m way more interested in havin’ you here as my sister than as…I dunno, an ‘asset.’” When she didn’t answer after a moment or two, he went on, “Listen, I still got a lotta work to get done, so you should probably head home. Just think about it, all right?”

“And Enrico?” Alastor asked. “He’ll expect some sort of report, I imagine.”

“I’m not gonna tell him anything that could hurt you. I swear.” Molly was a bit hesitant about offering a hug, but Angel allowed it despite whatever tension remained between them. “And I’ll come back to visit again soon. Just a regular visit, no funny stuff.” Peering over his shoulder at Alastor, she added something in Italian. Angel laughed as he responded in kind. Not for the first time, Alastor wondered whether he should try picking up the language himself for just such occasions as this.

Once Molly had disappeared into the elevator with another small wave, Angel let out a breath, his shoulders slumping slightly. “Are you all right?” Alastor asked, possessed of an urge to pull the boy into his arms but unsure whether their current relationship allowed for things like that unprompted.

“I just can’t fuckin’ believe he sent her here to spy on me.” The boss took a deep breath, hands clenching into fists at his sides. “Every time I think he can’t go any lower, he always turns around and proves me wrong. He might not even let her come back.” He shook his head as if trying to fling those thoughts out of it. “It is what it is. At least I got to see her for a while today.” A surprisingly mature reaction coming from someone who had gotten used to his every whim being obeyed.

Trying to move on from the subject and to something more positive, Alastor instead asked, “Did you and Venture decide something regarding the Cortezes?”

“Ugh. No, not yet. Apparently, it got way more complicated since the last time we talked,” Angel sighed, running his fingers through his hair, simply shifting from one source of stress to another. “I barely got her to let me take a break to say bye to Molly. She put you to work too?” He nodded at the stack of envelopes in Alastor’s hands, which he had all but forgotten about.

“Oh. Well, I did tell you I’d find something to occupy my time while you were gone.”

“Yeah, but you mighta screwed up lettin’ her know how useful you can be. Now she’s never gonna give you a break.”

“Keep in mind, your orders outrank hers considerably. If there’s something else you’d like me to be doing…”

“I can think of a thing or two,” Angel answered with a playful grin. He started to reach for Alastor’s collar, as he often did when he wanted to pull him close, but once again, he stopped himself. “Uh, we should probably get back to it, though.”

Unsatisfied, Alastor impulsively caught his hand as he started toward the office, practically dragging him into an embrace. “That’s the second time today you’ve deliberately avoided touching me. Why is that?”

Angel wouldn’t look at him as he answered, “I dunno, I came on pretty strong this morning. Then earlier, you were actin’ like ya didn’t wanna be around me, so I thought maybe I freaked you out or somethin’.” He bit his lip so hard that, combined with the cut from earlier, it started to bleed again. Without thinking, Alastor leaned down the little that was necessary to lick the blood off his lips, enjoying the shiver that coursed through the boy’s body.

“Nothing could be further from the truth, cher. If anything, I’m impatient to have your attention all to myself again.”

Angel pressed closer to him, their lips met, and Alastor vaguely recognized the sound of a door opening, too absorbed in the kiss to pay attention to anything else. It wasn’t until they separated that Venture cleared her throat loudly, standing in the office doorway and looking pointedly away from them.

“I do hate to interrupt this riveting conversation you two are having,” she said, checking her watch, “but Angel, if I could have just an hour or two more of your time, we might get this Cortez deal finalized and in motion. Assuming that’s still something you’re interested in?”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” Angel sighed, pushing away from Alastor and raising his hands in defeat as he started to follow her back inside. Pausing at the door, he stopped Alastor with a hand splayed on his chest. “Hey, I want you to make sure Molly gets home okay. See what’s goin’ on with the Dellarosas too. Find out if they’ve got anything else in the works against us.”

“Consider it done.”

“Good. Then when you get back,” he added, lowering his voice slightly, “meet me upstairs and we’ll talk about whatever you find.” The wink he gave as he pulled the door shut behind him suggested there was a reason this conversation couldn’t happen in the office. Although he tried to fight it, to control it, Alastor had no choice but to quickly stride to the restroom for his first—though likely not last—real coughing fit of the day.

— — —

Recon on the Dellarosas was uneventful. Good thing, because Alastor’s mind was elsewhere the entire time. When Molly arrived home with her escort, naturally, Enrico tried to pump her for details about the Giardinos’ operation, but she remained vague and noncommittal about everything, playing up her natural unassuming innocence in a way that gave Enrico little to no usable information. Attagirl.

Although he was obviously disappointed with her ‘report’ and irritated at the thought of Angel, he still managed not to snap at her and instead thanked her for her efforts before sending her away. It seemed everyone had a bit of a soft spot for Molly. It was clear from the fevered argument he then had with his own consigliere that the Giardinos had him a bit panicked. He didn’t know exactly what action Angel had already taken against him or where he should be focusing his efforts at fighting back, and the size of the new family made him nervous in itself.

Good news all around, really.

By the time Alastor decided he’d learned all he could and headed back to the hotel, the evening was edging toward night. Even knowing that he had an invitation, he still felt a need to knock before waltzing into Angel’s suite, and the boss called from inside for him to come in.

He found Angel in the bedroom, standing just inside his closet on the far wall and, apparently, changing for bed. “Hey,” he said with a glance over his shoulder, in the process of stripping off his waistcoat. “How’d it go? Learn about any big sabotage plans Enrico’s makin’?”

“He doesn’t seem to have any yet. He still knows too little about us to start formulating any effective countermeasures.” Alastor resolved to wait in the living room rather than standing there watching Angel undress. Shedding his coat and taking a seat on the sofa, he continued, “I’m sure you’ll be glad to hear that Molly kept her word not to rat us out. She spent twenty minutes talking about the ‘adorable little bistro’ you took her to for lunch. So if Enrico ends up in the area and has a craving for a Nicoise salad, he’ll know where to go.”

“Yeah, I knew she wasn’t gonna turn on us like that. She’s too good to screw over somebody she loves.”

“I don’t think likes me much,” Alastor confessed after a moment’s hesitation. “She was looking at me sideways the entire time she was here, like she expected me to stab her in the back the moment she turned away.” For most people, that wouldn’t be an entirely unreasonable thing to expect from him—but not for someone so near and dear to Angel.

“Nah, it ain’t that,” Angel told him. “It’s about me more than you. I ain’t always had the best taste in men, so she’s used to the guys I date not treatin’ me right. She probably just figures you’re that same kinda guy.”

“Am I?” The thought made him sick to his stomach.

“Course not. First off, you’re not my boyfriend,” Angel pointed out as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re…I dunno, somethin’ else. More like a business partner, I guess. And you sure as hell don’t treat me like they did.” Some morbid curiosity prompted Alastor to wonder exactly how many men Angel had ‘dated,’ but he knew that whatever the answer was, it would make him miserable with jealousy.

When he didn’t respond, Angel sighed and came out of the bedroom to meet him, having already removed his shirt and tie. The bandeau he wore underneath was visibly tight, most likely too small for him for the purpose of binding his chest as flat as possible. Alastor couldn’t help wondering if that was entirely healthy.

“Hey.” The boss knelt in front of him to meet his eyes. “I mean it. You ain’t like the other guys I been with before. Y’know how long”—he let out a dry laugh—“how long it’s been since any man in my life gave a shit about what I want? Then outta nowhere, there’s you, and it’s like your top priority. How’m I supposed to act like that doesn’t mean anything?” He asked that almost to himself as his eyes drifted away from Alastor’s. Wincing slightly, he shifted his shoulders and tugged at the straps of his bandeau, which were digging into his skin.

“I can’t imagine that’s very comfortable,” Alastor noted. It looked much like the sort of thing that was in style during his time among the living, a decade or two outdated now but suited to this purpose. “And you’ve been wearing it all day; I’m sure you’d like to take it off.”

“Uh, yeah.” Angel wet his lips, his eyes darting toward Alastor’s and then away again. “D’you…maybe wanna help me with that?”

The only reason Alastor hesitated was that he’d never done any such thing before. But how hard could it be, really? “If you like.” He scooted back on the couch, leaving room for Angel to sit between his legs, which he did so the hook-and-eye closures that lined a portion of his spine were accessible. Simple enough. The task was made a bit harder by how tight the thing was; it was hard to imagine how Angel got in and out of it by himself every day. Once it was unhooked, he slipped it off and took in a deep breath—then coughed slightly as he exhaled. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah. Just this fuckin’ thing,” he said, tossing the bandeau into the corner of the couch, “crushin’ my ribs all day. I’m used to it.” Alastor’s gaze wandered across Angel’s shoulders and slowly down his back. As much as he (guiltily) wanted to enjoy seeing so much of Angel’s flawless skin, the moment was dampened slightly by the red marks still visible on his shoulders and along his ribs where the garment had dug into him. Drawing his shoulders back to stretch out the muscles in his chest, he let out a soft groan of pain.

“But even when you take it off, you’re clearly still sore.” Of course, seeing Angel in pain, Alastor’s first instinct was to suggest eliminating the cause—but he might suffer equally, in a different way, if he were to forego binding his chest. What was there to do, then? Hoping he wasn’t going too far, Alastor let his fingertips ghost down Angel’s spine. “Would touching you make it worse?”

“N-no.” The boy suppressed a shiver, his back arching slightly. “I mean, it’ll hurt, but I bet it’d help me get over it quicker. If you want.” Relieved that he could at least take some sort of helpful action, Alastor let his hands come to rest on Angel’s sides, just above his waist. The boy flinched slightly, so he made sure to take it slow, sliding his hands up, then back down and around to roam up his back instead. Angel’s hands were clenched into fists, his breathing slow and heavy in the still room, as Alastor’s hands reached his shoulders and gently eased them downward, allowing the rigid tension in his muscles to dissipate.

“Any better?” Alastor asked quietly, as if speaking too loudly might disrupt the moment, and Angel nodded without hesitation. When the demon’s thumbs pressed into his spine a bit harder, he let out a low moan and dropped his head.

“Right there,” he breathed, sending a chill through Alastor for reasons he couldn’t explain. Still, he obeyed, focusing his attention more on that spot while Angel hummed and moaned his approval. But those marks on his shoulders looked awfully irritated too. Edging closer still, the demon leaned down to let his lips brush reddened skin. His charge took a shuddering breath but didn’t stop him. There was another kiss, then another, then Alastor’s tongue against Angel’s skin, and the boy whispered, “God…”

The Radio Demon’s heart was pounding so hard he was sure Angel would hear it, but it didn’t stop him lining the boy’s shoulders with slow, open-mouthed kisses. Angel’s voice—whether it was whimpering over another brush of Alastor’s tongue or groaning deeply as the demon’s hands worked harder against his skin—was absolute music to Alastor’s ears; he would do anything to hear more, anything his love asked.

Trying to pace himself so Angel had every chance to stop him, he slid his hands slowly around the boy’s waist, then up his ribs to his chest. The boy took in a shaky breath and let his hands rest lightly on Alastor’s thighs. “Is this all right?” the demon asked, knowing this might be a sensitive subject regarding Angel’s gender.

“What? Y-yeah,” the boy mumbled with a distracted nod, tilting his head back onto Alastor’s shoulder to lean heavily against him. “Just don’t stop.”

“Whatever you want, Angel.”

“Mm, I really like hearin’ that,” he laughed airily, wetting his lips. “Gimme more, baby. I want it all.”

At any other moment, Alastor was sure those words would have sent him into an involuntary coughing fit, yet right now, they only encouraged him; he was hardly even aware of his illness as he took the time to figure out exactly how Angel liked to be touched, what made his breath catch or his body shiver. It was only when the boy whined, “Al, please” that he realized his slow and thorough treatment could be construed as cruel teasing.

Trying his best to be confident that he wouldn’t mess anything up, he moved his hands back down toward Angel’s hips to unfasten his slacks. One hand slid down the front of them to touch Angel through his last thin layer of clothing, and the boy let out a high-pitched whimper. The heat of him against Alastor’s hand was… He could hardly find words as he realized just how close they had gotten, that he was sucking and biting harder on Angel’s shoulder to leave a vivid mark against his skin. Every time he thought his desire couldn’t be any stronger, his love found a way to prove him wrong.

“D-don’t stop.” A hint of a whine snuck into Angel’s voice as he shifted his hips against Alastor’s fingers for more friction, which the Radio Demon gladly provided, using these moments to explore just as he had everything else Angel had allowed him. In the face of that sweet voice moaning for him and Angel’s hands grasping tighter at his legs, his patience quickly wore thin, and he pushed his hand underneath the boy’s underwear to touch him properly. “Aah! God, yes.”

Without meaning to, Alastor found himself whispering words of praise and adoration in French, his lips still pressed against Angel’s shoulder so every word flowed across his skin. How else could he possibly react? Angel’s sex was so soft, so slick, so incredibly hot, and every moment Alastor spent on feeling out what he liked best, the boy was panting and writhing against him for more.

“You’re amazing, chéri,” he breathed, lifting his head to run his tongue along Angel’s earlobe and capture it between his teeth.

“Mm, you…like it that much, huh?” Angel teased, reaching back to slide his fingers through Alastor’s hair. Please, mon ange, I like you. “You don’t hafta hold back, y’know. If ya want somethin’, you can just take it.” Although the encouragement was appreciated, there was no way he would do anything he thought Angel might be uncomfortable with. Even as he slid his fingertips downward to press against Angel’s entrance, he waited until the boy gave a slight nod before actually going inside. When he did, Angel took in a deep breath and leaned back harder against him, hips bucking eagerly.

While they figured out this next step together, he took Alastor’s free hand from where it was still teasing his chest and pulled it up to rest on his throat instead. His smaller hand curled lightly around Alastor’s, prompting the demon to tighten his grip until Angel whined, “Fuck.” As much as he wanted to be sure he wasn’t going too far, there was something inexplicably exciting about hearing Angel’s voice pitch higher and feeling each breath drag against his palm.

When Angel managed to turn over his shoulder enough to wordlessly ask for a kiss, Alastor stopped everything else to give it his full attention, exploring every inch of his love’s sweet mouth with as much passion as the first time. “Al?” The boy struggled to speak past the distraction of Alastor’s fingers moving inside him (though he encouraged the motion with his own rolling hips). “Can we…go to bed?”

“Of course, cher.” Another quick kiss, and he gently pulled his fingers out to sweep the boy up in his arms and to his bed. Though he was visibly shaking as he did so, Angel managed to wriggle out of his remaining clothing, leaving himself completely bare and stretching out against his dark sheets. Alastor’s heart very nearly stopped at the vulnerable and painfully attractive sight before him. After indulging in one more delicious kiss, he dropped his head to work his lips across Angel’s throat, along his collarbone, down to his chest, exploring and worshiping every inch of smooth skin he could reach.

“I’m, uh…plenty excited already, honey,” Angel mumbled, stroking his thumb across Alastor’s cheek to get his attention. “We can just. Y’know. Get to it if ya want.”

“Do you want me to stop? Do you not like this?”

“No, no, I do!” he argued quickly. “I just figured you might be gettin’ impatient.”

“Don’t worry about that, mon chéri. What I’m doing right now is exactly what I want to be doing.” To illustrate, Alastor leaned down and ran his tongue slowly along the curve of Angel’s chest until he shivered and squirmed. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while. Let me take my time enjoying it.”

A bashful smile graced Angel’s lips as he looked away in a vain attempt to hide his blushing. “Yeah, okay. I mean, if it’s that important to you.”

“It absolutely is.” Satisfied that he was doing all right despite his inexperience, he continued working his way lower, kissing down Angel’s ribs and the dip of his waist, finally settling between his legs to lick gently along the shape of his hipbones. He made sure to go particularly slow about this part, running his tongue lightly down the curve where Angel’s thigh met his hip, nibbling along the sensitive skin on the inside of his thigh while he tensed and sighed in anticipation.

When Alastor’s tongue finally slid between his legs, the boy let out a clipped squeak of shock. “Is this all right?”

“Yeah,” Angel said with a firm nod. “Don’t stop.” Alastor was quickly discovering that he enjoyed that particular command and didn’t hesitate to comply. After those few minutes of exploring with his fingers earlier, he had an idea of where and how Angel would like his tongue, and from the sound of his love’s voice—as he’d gotten much more vocal all of a sudden—he was doing just fine. “God! That’s…mm, so good, baby. Fffuck yes…”

The action soon became more natural, allowing Alastor to relax and not focus on it too much. Meaning he could instead focus on Angel’s taste coating his tongue and the warmth of his svelte body. Both the boy’s hands had threaded through his hair to keep him close, and he found himself moaning against Angel’s skin with every breath. Somehow, he hadn’t realized exactly how much he would enjoy the physical act of pleasing his love, but he couldn’t deny that Angel’s pleasure brought him a certain gratification as well. He lost track of exactly how long he was at it before Angel addressed him directly again.

“Al?” he panted. “If you’re gonna fuck me, you…you better hurry up and… L-listen, I’m gonna cum if ya keep that up.”

A hot shiver rushed through Alastor’s core. “That’s exactly what I want, cher.”

“Huh? But don’t you…don’t you want…” The boy dropped his head back against the bed with a frustrated groan, obviously struggling to string words together at this point. Still, his argument didn’t last long, as his moans quickly climbed in pitch and volume. “God, yes, honey, just like that!”

Alastor paused just long enough to suggest, “My name, Angel.”

Clearly in no state to argue, he easily obeyed: “Al—Alastor! Don’t stop. Please. I’m so close, I—” He let out what was nearly a scream as he came, his spine arching and hips bucking reflexively. He called out Alastor’s name more than once while he rode out his orgasm, treating the Radio Demon to all the longing and affection his sweet voice could hold. Even as he started to relax, however, Alastor couldn’t bring himself to stop; he kept his tongue moving, fast and smooth, against all the right spots until he coaxed a second orgasm out of his exhausted charge. Angel’s cries were even higher, breathless, strained as he shuddered and squirmed against the bed.

Alastor only now realized what a mess this little session had made of his face, so he quickly wiped his mouth and crawled closer for a kiss much gentler than the ones previous. Despite his distraction, Angel managed to grasp tightly at his shirt with both hands. Even when he had to tear his lips away for a deep breath, he still refused to let go.

“Are you all right, chéri?” Alastor asked, beginning to genuinely worry; Angel’s body was visibly shaking all over, his breathing labored and irregular, and his eyes were still clouded even as he tried to blink them clear. He nodded absently, but it wasn’t a terribly convincing answer. Lying down at his side, Alastor grabbed the mussed blankets to cover the two of them, then wrapped his arms firmly around Angel to hold him close. The boy didn’t begin to argue, burying his face against Alastor’s chest.

Very slowly but surely, he relaxed little by little. His trembling eventually stopped, and his breathing stabilized. In fact, Alastor almost suspected he’d fallen asleep until he pulled away slightly to look up. “Sorry,” he mumbled, embarrassed. “I get…kinda worked up sometimes.”

“I thought that was the idea,” Alastor teased, relieved to see he was doing better.

“Ha ha. Guess you’ve earned a couple wise cracks after that. I mean, seriously, that was—I don’t even know how to say it, you were so good.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment, then.”

“But…” His smile slipping a bit, Angel looked up with something like concern on his face instead. “I dunno why you didn’t do it for real. I’m a little tired now, but I can still do somethin’ for you if you want.” One of his hands slid down Alastor’s chest and stomach toward his hips, but the demon caught it before it could go any further.

“You don’t have to do that,” he said, lifting the boy’s fingers to his lips to kiss them. “I’m perfectly happy right where I am.” In spite of the period of freedom he’d just had, his chest tightened again with those words, but he managed to smile through it. It was a fact that he didn’t need (or especially want) any sort of sexual attention now that he knew Angel was satisfied. It was also true, however, that he was not perfectly happy as long as his feelings were kept in the dark. Later. Now isn’t the time.

“I don’t get it,” Angel said, still frowning as he pulled his hand back. “I don’t get you. After all that time you spent touchin’ me, all that talk about how you’ve been ‘thinkin’ about this’—you really weren’t into it at all?”

“Angel, what about my attitude over the past hour could have given you that impression?” Of course, Alastor had known that this conversation was coming sooner or later.

“Just the fact that you haven’t made a single move on me for yourself.” The boy drew away from him, crossing his arms, starting to shift from confusion to irritation. “I never met a single fuckin’ guy in my life that wasn’t way more interested in gettin’ his rocks off than whatever I was into.”

“I don’t understand why my concern for your comfort is a negative thing,” Alastor sighed, sitting up to rake his hair back away from his eyes.

“It ain’t that,” Angel snapped, sitting up as well but keeping the sheet close against him so he was covered. “Sure, maybe you’re the one fuckin’ guy on the planet that gives a shit if his ‘partner’ likes it too. But that still doesn’t explain why ya wouldn’t actually fuck me. I’ve given ya plenty of chances. So I figure you’re just…not into me.”

“I promise you that isn’t the case.” Arguing turned out to be much more difficult while simultaneously fighting back a cough, and this sudden rift between them was only stoking his illness further.

“And if you’re not, then why bother pretending?” Angel continued as if he hadn’t spoken, now too wrapped up in his fears to see reason. “Did you just—” He stopped, wide-eyed, stricken with horror. “Did you do it because of the contract? Because I told you to?”

“No!”

“God, I’m so fuckin’ stupid.” The boy curled his knees up to his chest, burying his face in his hands. “I shoulda known after how you acted last night. I dunno why I just assumed you’d be interested.”

“Angel, please—”

“Look, ya don’t hafta fake it for my sake. If you don’t want me—”

Unable to force out another word, frustrated with Angel’s refusal to hear him, unsure of what else to do, Alastor caught the boy in his arms and dragged him close for a firm kiss. Not just firm but insistent. Ravenous. It went on long enough that his symptoms abated, and Angel didn’t fight it for a moment, melting against him and kissing him back with as much fervent desire as he could muster. When they separated, he needed a moment to catch his breath, and Alastor took advantage of the silence to make his point.

“Please don’t ask me again whether I want you.” He pushed both hands into Angel’s hair, tilting his head upward so their eyes met. “I have, I do, and I don’t foresee myself stopping. I’ll admit my feelings about sex are…probably not the same as yours. Probably not the same as most men’s. But that doesn’t mean I’m not attracted to you or that I don’t take any pleasure in seeing you enjoy me. I am, and I do. Even if not in quite the way you’re used to.”

Angel’s cheeks had started to flush again, and his eyes wandered away thoughtfully. “Ya just…don’t like doin’ it?”

“It’s more that I don’t have any particular need for it. But I do like knowing I’m satisfying you. And I certainly liked hearing you call my name that way.” His smile turned a little more mischievous, and Angel managed a small one of his own, swatting Alastor’s chest lightly. “That’s my way of wanting you, cher.”

Angel nodded slowly. “You’re really not like the guys I been with before,” he mused, taking Alastor’s hands from his hair to hold them in his own. “At all. It’s gonna take some gettin’ used to, but I think it might be a good thing.”

“You think so?”

“Well, there’s a reason they’re all exes, y’know?” Angel explained dryly. “Maybe this’ll turn out different.”

As he leaned forward for another gentle kiss, Alastor struggled to calm the sudden rush of hope that filled his chest to the point that there was no room for roses. Maybe things were a bit rocky there for a moment, but this conclusion they’d come to was even more promising than he’d even dared imagine. It would be his mission, he decided, to make up for whatever pain or mistreatment Angel had—apparently—suffered at the hands of the other men in his life. It would be different with him. Better.

“So, are you gonna pretend to sleep with me again?” Angel teased, unknotting Alastor’s tie to slip it off and unbuttoning his collar but not trying to undress him any further.

“It would be my pleasure.” But to his surprise, Alastor found himself so comfortable, both physically and mentally, that he instead wound up sleeping through the night for the first time in years, with Angel all the while curled up at his side.

#RadioDust #Giardino Segreto #oh my god why are my sex scenes always so fucking long I am so sorry #Hanahaki Disease #human!Angel Dust #Angel Dust x Alastor #Alastor x Angel Dust #I wouldn't quite call it smut but it IS sex #gentle language but uh #what's happening is happening #>_> #fanfiction #my writing

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The Game of Life

Title: The Game of Life

Author: tiddly-winx

Summary: A prequel to The FUNeral.  You're an outstanding character when you meet a charming blonde and his friends.

Warnings: swearing, death and sickness, drug use

It was Christmas and you were spending it alone at the Troubadour.  Your family didn't want you near them (save for your sister Kathy, 15 years old at the time).  You rolled the blood packet meant for Halloween in your mouth waiting for some douchebag to tell you those words you heard so often.  It didn't take too long for him to show up.  Of course he was hammered when he slurred "Heeeeeey baybeh" he stumbled over to you "Wha's a pretty thang like you doin' all alone at Christmas?"

You brushed him off with "Lookin' to get laid" you rolled eyes, you had no intention of sleeping with someone too drunk to know what he was doing.

"I can do that, sweetheart" he put his arm around you "but you'd look much prettier if you smiled!"

That was the moment you'd been waiting for, so you bit down on the blood packet and pushed the fake blood out of your mouth, your teeth stained red, dripping onto the best ugly Christmas sweater you had in your arsenal.  He recoiled and left you alone.  You were relieved and wiped your face with  your sleeve. and went along with your business.

At least you tried to go on with your business, but a voice behind you said "Hot damn girl! That was awesome!" you were annoyed at this but you turned to see four grown men dressed in glam rock costumes and more make-up than the prostitutes that worked the corners.

You glanced over and said "Thanks,  It's a little late for Halloween don't you think?"

"We're the band!" the blonde one laughed, taking the comment in stride. "We're Motley Crue!"

"Huh" you said, unimpressed.  You hadn't been paying attention to the music.  You had been busy tinkering with a music box you had been working on-your job was an apprenticeship at a clock maker's shop.  Music boxes were your hobby, and people were willing to pay you for them.  This one was almost finished-all you had to do was fix the music source and paint it to the buyer's specifications and it would be done.

"You don't seem too enthusiastic" said one with black hair, all of it covering his face.  All you could see was his nose, mouth and chin.  

"Sorry" you were sincere in your apology "I just have a deadline to get this thing done by" you backed off and showed them.

"So why the fuck did you come out if you had to get it done?" the tall one said, confused.

"I didn't want to stay cooped up in my apartment at Christmas" you said, which was true.

"Tell ya what" the blonde one said "Take it back to your place then come on over to our place and party with us!"  he put an arm around you "We'll give ya a Christmas you'll never forget" he winked.

"Sorry, not interested in that" you winked back.  You knew what he meant "but I'll come over and get bombed with  you!"

"That sounds cool!" the tall one said "I'm Tommy, this is Nikki" he patted the bassist's head, to which he growled "blondie over here's Vince and the old dude" he jutted his thumb to a man who couldn't be more than a few years older than they were "the man from Mars, Mick Motherfuckin' Mars!" the man in question gave a shy wave while nursing a bottle of vodka.

"I'm Y/N" you shook hand with them.  You're place wasn't that far from their apartment so you climbed through the window like you'd seen other people do.  Vince greeted you and helped you inside.

The whole apartment was popping with activity, people drinking, snorting, shooting up and fucking all around you.  You didn't mind and joined in even, slapping some people's naked asses.  "So why were you alone on Christmas?" Tommy asked "Don't you have a family?"

"Well yeah but they don't like me" you said, them telling you that you were the biggest mistake they'd ever made "guess they thought having me and getting married would save their relationship..."

Tommy looked away and said "Sorry..."

"Nah, I do have a little sister that likes me" you smiled, Kathy being the only one of your siblings that you actually liked.  "When she turns 18 she's leaving my parents and coming to live with me".

"So you were an oopsie baby?" Nikki asked, Tommy shooting him a glare.

"Yep. Pretty much" you laughed, not taking offense at all.

Nikki chuckled "Yeah, me too" he extended his hand for a fist bump and you obliged him.  He then offered you a line of coke, to which you happily snorted it up with one giant inhalation.

The next day, you woke up on their couch in the clothes you had on the night before.  You stretched out and saw that a few other bodies where strewn around the floor and beds.  Mick was the only one awake and trying to make breakfast with the filthiest equipment ever.  You stopped him and said "Let's go to Denny's.  My treat" you winked at him.

While you were eating, you asked "Why're you hanging around with those three wild animals?  You seem way calmer than they are?"

"They're my band" he smiled warmly.  "Though they may act like stupid rug monkeys most of the time, they're kinda like my family" you had to laugh at that, it was just too cute.

You decided to invite them over for dinner a few weeks after meeting them, on the condition they stay out of  your room where you kept the music boxes that you were working on.  They agreed and you had ordered Chinese, you couldn't cook to save your life and you wouldn't offend them by forcing them to eat your disgusting food.  You heard a knock at your door and thinking it was the delivery guy you opened it, only to see one of your buyers demanding an unfinished product.

"It's not finished yet" you told him "I will give you a call when it is and you can come get it then" you tried to shut the door but he pushed his way in your apartment "Get out asshole!"

"I ordered from you three days ago!  It should be done by now!"

"I told you it would be at least a month and you agreed to my terms!" you shouted at him.

"For three hundred bucks, I think you need to work harder!  You ain't cheap!  My daughter's birthday is tomorrow!"

"You should have thought about that and commissioned me a month ago then if you wanted it done by tomorrow!"

"I want you to do it for free, since you're so slow!"

You had heard this argument before from people who want your music boxes for free.  "The materials and parts needed alone cost about 50 bucks, plus the time it takes me to build these things covers the whole price!  What I do with one box in a month took me years to learn how to do.  That's why I only charge $150 up front and $150 upon completion. I will NOT spend all my time working on YOUR box alone.  I do have other customers, a job and a life outside of this. If you're unsatisfied I will give you the materials and you can make the damn box your own fuckin' self!" You did have a day job at the clock shop that paid your rent but this was something you enjoyed doing.

"I can just go to the toy store and buy one better!" he huffed "Since you don't want my business, I'll spread all shit about you and your boxes and tell people not to buy from you!"

"Whatever asshole!" you showed him out and into the arms of your dinner guests.

"This guy botherin' you Y/N?" Vince asked, taking a strong grip on the guys shoulder.

"Nah" you waved them off "Just another douche bag who wants my product for free" you had told them about people who refused to pay you for your boxes and how it happens more often that you'd like it to.  "Come on in, the food's on it's way!"

You had a great dinner and let them sleep over, Vince and Nikki sleeping in your bed with you, all of you too hammered to be fucking at all.  Tommy had taken up your couch while Mick was snoozing away in the chair.

A few years passed and the steady stream of people wanting your music boxes helped with the expenses.  The band had made it big, and they were some of your best customers.  They paid you much more than you asked for, you finding ways to slip their extra money back in their wallets.  Gifts for their wives, girlfriends or children you took extra care with these ones.

You eventually bought a house right by Vince's place, you secretly having a small crush on him.  The view was to die for, and you just loved the location.  You were fond of his wife Sharice and his little girl Skylar, you babysitting when they needed a date night.  Tonight you were working in the workshop when your doorbell rang.  "Who could it be at this hour?"

You were expecting one of your friends but were totally shocked to see four year old Skylar on your doorstep, the poor thing crying her eyes out.  "Skylar!  What's wrong sweetheart?" you took her in and gave her a cup of hot chocolate.

"Mommy and Daddy are fighting" she sniffled.  "It woke me up and scared me...so I went to a quiet place..."

You were livid at her parents, but you knew better than to take it out on the child.  You let her sleep in your bed and after you knew she was asleep you picked up the phone and called Vince's house.  Sharice answered the phone with "FOR FUCK'S SAKE WHAT?!" you pulled the phone away from your face until she was done screaming.

"Where's Skylar?" you asked, the other end of the line going silent.

"She's sleeping" Sharice snapped.

"I think you need to check" you advised "and put the phone in between you two.  I need you both to hear this" you waited until you heard Vince comment that she wasn't in her room. "You both here?"

"Yeah were here" Sharice was panicking "Do you know where Skylar is?!"

"She's over here" you said flatly "she showed up at my house about an hour ago in her night clothes crying.  She said your fighting woke her up and scared her" Vince and Sharice looked at each other, them not even seeing her leave the house.

"Can she stay over there for a few days while we try to sort things out?" Vince asked you, him on the verge of tears.

"Sure" you said, knowing all of Vince's vices and not daring to judge him on them.  You had your own problems, and couldn't nag at him.  It was like the pot calling the kettle black.

"I'll stop by later with some clothes and her toothbrush" Sharice added.  You knew they were headed for a divorce, but the kid being dragged into it was unfair.

You were playing tea party with her when all of a sudden, Skylar burst into tears.  "Hey now, honey" you hugged her to you "what's wrong?"

"Do Mommy and Daddy hate me?" she asked in her tears.

"What?!  Honey, no!" you brushed her tears away "What on earth gave you that idea?"

"Me staying with you" she blew her nose on your shirt. "Why don't they see me?"

You were contemplating on how to explain what was going on with Vince and Sharice to their four year old.  It wasn't your business to tell so you said "Mommy and Daddy are going through a rough patch and they're trying to work it out so you all can be happy..."  she wouldn't be able to understand that Vince had a problem with keeping his dick in his pants or drugs and alcohol out of his body.

"You sure?" she sniffled.

"I'm positive" you said and booped her nose, making her giggle.  A few days later, Vince came to your door with a sorrowful look in his eyes.

Skylar jumped on him, and gave him a big hug "Did you and Mommy work things out?"

He was trying to fake smile for the sake of his child "Not yet, baby.  We're trying..." he looked at you and tears were rolling down his face.  He quickly wiped them away when the little girl looked at him.  "Come on, Mommy's in the car" he gathered her things and before he went out the door he said quietly "I'll be over later...I need a place to stay a few days..."

"Sure Vinny" you said quietly.  You waited for him, and he came back a few hours later.  He was on his way to being wasted but you cut him off, locking your liquor cabinet.

"We're gettin' a divorce" he cried on your counter "I fucked up royally..."

"Hey" you rubbed his back "she's not trying to keep you from seeing Sky, right?"

"No, she's not" he answered,  "I'll have her every other weekend and she'll stay with Sharice the rest of the time.." he was shaking, Motley Crue about to go on tour and he wouldn't be able to see his daughter for a while.

You couldn't say anything, now was not the time for words.  You needed just to be there for him.  

A few months of uneventful bliss later was when you started to notice a change in yourself.  You were having headaches more often, and they were increasing in severity and duration.  Your sister Kathy had been living with you and she too noticed.  It was the day you had a seizure while working on a music box, that prompted Kathy to drag you to the doctor.

You hated doctors, but your life would change forever.  You had been given a diagnosis of brain cancer, and had the options of how you wanted to do your treatments.  You opted to go in and have them done through your arm.  You and Kathy kept everything under wraps as long as you could but the jig was up when Nikki rolled up your sleeve and saw your scars from the needles.  He glared at you, having been sober for a while "You been shooting up?!"

You pulled your arm away and said "It's not what you think, Nikki..."

"Then what is it?" he asked snarkily.

You and Kathy looked at each other and sighed "I have brain cancer.  These are from my chemo treatments..." his face fell and looked like he was about to cry.

"Why didn't you say anything?" he asked after he composed himself.

"Y'all have your own problems" you said, taking a swig of beer.  "You don't need me to add my baggage to the mix." 

"Does anyone else know?" he asked quietly.

"No" you answered "And don't you say anything to anyone."  He promised that he'd keep his mouth shut.

Later that night, you saw an ambulance drive past your house and to Sharice's.  You looked on in horror as you saw the little one being loaded into the vehicle.  You thought about calling Vince, but you knew Sharice would call him as soon as possible.

He called you the next day, through drunken sobs he said "She's got stomach cancer...my baby's got stomach cancer" your own heart sank at the news.  You went to go pick him up from the bar and take him back to your house.

You visited Skylar in the hospital as much as you could, your own sickness taking a backseat to comfort the family.  You eventually had to come clean and admit your own cancer to Vince, who just hugged to you him close.  The day that little girl died, you were getting a treatment and you went to the children's ward to visit.  You knew from the way the family was positioned around the bed and the crying, that she was gone.  You stayed out in the hallway and cried silently to yourself.

When they all filed out, they didn't even have to ask before you said "Y'all can stay with me" you knew it would be a tough road the next few months for them but you'd be there.  Your boxes took a back seat, you informing your buyers and refunding their money.  You needed to keep working on them to keep your mind busy.  The day that your hands wouldn't stop shaking you knew this cancer would kill you.

You were handling your tools when out of nowhere your hands began to shake.  Vince was in the other room and heard you throw your tools to the floor and curse. He just held your hands until they stopped shaking. You would live in your house for a few months, but you were deteriorating quickly.  The only person you allowed to see you was Kathy.

You were new bed bound, not able to do anything for yourself.  Kathy was right there, doing everything for you.  You felt you weren't long for this world, you asked her to call your lawyer.  You'd had to use him multiple times when people tried to sue you for not giving them the boxes when they refused to pay.  You won all those cases and kept him on.  "Hello Miss Y/N" he said as he looked at your skeleton frame.

"Hey Mr. Gibbs" you tried to smile, but even that hurt. "Have a seat."

"You called me here to draft your last will and testament?" he asked.

"Yeah" you sighed "What I want at my funeral..."

"Okay" he said and took out a note pad and pen "What would you like to have done?"

"Have them dress me up in a clown costume, with full make up and a big red nose that honks like a goose" he looked up at you in confusion. 

"E-excuse me?"

"You heard me" you mocked "Clown costume and make-up" you had to take a break to catch your breath.

"Right" he let you take as much time as you want "your casket?"

"Pumpkin Orange" you coughed "and Halloween decorations..."

He knew at this point that it was pointless to argue with you and wrote down what you wanted.  "No black..." you wheezed.

"What?" he looked up.

"Nobody wears black" you said "anyone wearing black at my funeral will be sent home to change, or wear the ugliest clothes Kathy can find..."

"And for the luncheon afterward?"

"Roast squid and duck.  Both with their eyes still on...plus some normal food.  I doubt that anyone would touch something that had it's eyes looking at them...."

"Who do you want to give the eulogy?"

"Kathy" you said, needing a break again "Tell people to bring a drink to open before she gives the eulogy..."

"Who do you want me to call first at the time of your death?"

"Vince Neil" you said with no question.  "Then Nikki Sixx, Mick Mars and Tommy Lee..."

"That concludes your funeral arrangements...how about your assets?"

"They all go to Kathy" you said "She's taken care of me like a baby, now it's my turn to take care of her..."

"I see, and your remains?"

"Cremation" you took a deep, ragged breath "turn my ashes into rings for my four best friends..."

With the business concluded, he bid you adieu and finalized the paperwork.  You turned your head to the side and you saw a face most welcome "Hey Sky"

"Hi Miss Y/N!" she was excited to see you after so long.  She was just as you remembered her when she was healthy.

"You here to take me to Heaven?" you said, the pain easing up.

"Yep!" she was kicking her legs in the seat, them not being able to touch the floor "So you wouldn't be scared when you went!"

"I see" you smiled at her "Thank you, you'll be wonderful guide" you closed your eyes and the last bit of life escaped your body.  Your spirit sat up, Skylar had extended her hand and you took it asking "What's Heaven like?"

"A beautiful dream" the little girl answered "You'll love it!" you and Skylar walked hand in had towards the light.

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[the-star-named-dowoon]

Pardon?

Pardon?

Lee Taeyong x reader

AN -thanks to who ever requested this. i know it was supposed to be short but i got a little carried away. hope you like it! and all the bold sentences are supposed to be Korean.

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“ I’ve studied for 10 years, in I’ve never been this confused before” the doctor says as he stares down at a very frustrated Taeyong with a wrap around his ankle while his leg was laid on top of several pillows. Looking very pathetic at the moment.

“All I was asking for was a drink.” Taeyong groans, but in his mother language. Not being able to speak English while he was stuck in this rehabilitation center with no idea of whats happening was rough. The hospital could have at least sent him a translator or even a better choice of doctor.  He’s salty to day the least. He was having a good time visiting the states until the accident happened.

“I can’t deal with this right now. I have 3 other patients and I’m running on four cups of coffee. ” The doctor says while flipping through Taeyong’s recent check ups and PT schedules.

“Well how do you supposed we handle this? The hospital doesn’t have free translators at the moment so we’re stuck.” A nurse says as The doctor scribbles on the paper and clicks his pen a few times. He looks to see the nurses sheet. Picking it up he looks at the other qualified nurses. A sinister grin makes its way in his face.

“Mmm how about we don’t deal with it and leave it to our nurses to handle it?” The doctor pushes the sheet to the young lady. A pure look of confusion makes it on her face.

“But sir! She just started… don’t you thinks it’s a little mean? She’s been working some heavy hours ” The doctor shrugs and makes sure the nurse next to him sends a message to the head of the nursing department.  Making sure they send the new victim.

Taeyong still without his drink waits for about thirty minutes. Picking at his fingernails he hears quick footsteps. A young nurse rushes in, she seemed well kept but the feel of exhaustion surrounds her. She looked to be around the same age as him.Not being bad looking at all, Taeyong becomes interested.

“Um hi.” She gives an awkward greeting. Now fully entering the room she takes in the surroundings, his slightly unkempt room means nurses haven’t been around much. “I’ll be your nurse. So whatever you need I can get for you.” Grabbing his papers she quickly looks through. “Mr. Lee Taeyong. Hmm let’s see here. You fell down a flight of stairs and messed up your ankle. And with another three weeks of physical therapy needed.” He couldn’t understand a word, not one.

“So… since I know what this whole situation is, and you don’t seem to have any PT sessions today. Can I get you anything?” That phrase he picked up after being here for a while. It was the only one he really knew.

But the problem is he doesn’t know how to ask for anything. Which ends in him being frustrated and too annoyed of everyone to really ask for anything anymore.

“ well this going to be fun” Taeyong says but she stands there with a raised brow. Just as he thought, she was hopeless as well. It was like he was an alien to these people. “Listen, it’s not like you understand me but this is seriously frustrating. I’ve been wanting apple juice for the last week.”

She stood but with a smile this time trying to stifle a giggle. Taeyong didn’t pay much mind to it, for he was used to them laughing at his frustration the whole time he’s been here.

“So I guess that’s why they sent me over?” She blows a stray hair out of her face. “Better than cleaning pans from the old people department.” Still parched and unsatisfied taeyong lays with arms crossed.

“ I guess no one has a brain around here! Especially all you dopey nurses.” The nurse just stares at taeyong with awe almost convincing him that she understood. “What are you waiting for?”  He does a shooing motions with his fingers and the nurse exits the room.

Taeyong grabs a pillows putting it over his face as he groans. Throwing the pillow back his feet he waits for the nurse to comeback. Which did not take long because said nurse scurries back into the room minutes later  with a tray.

Walking to the side where the young man rests and places the metal tray on the table next to him. On the platter was biscuits and small paper cup. Taeyong raises a brow not expecting her to actually bring him something anything close to what he was asking. The nurse picks up the cup bringing it to his lips, but not before Taeyong pulls his head back.

“I hurt my leg not my arms.” He grabs the cup from her and brings it to his lips. He takes a gulp but spits it out immediately, wetting the freshly washed sheets.  

“What the hell is this?!” He asks as he roughly rubs his tongue with his sleeve.

“So you didn’t ask for pickle juice?” The nurse asks as she wipes Taeyong’s face with a cloth. He pushes her hands away as he rips the sheets off his body and tries to stand. But he moment his foot hits the floor pain shoots throughout his leg. Almost causing him the fall forward but gentle arms keep him still.

“You’re still hurt. You can’t walk yet!” She says but that makes Taeyong even more annoyed.

“Well no duh!” He growls as she gently pushes him back onto the bed. “How did you become a nurse?!”

The nurse gets him new sheets and props his ankle back onto the pillows.

“I’m sorry if I make you mad mr. Lee. I’ll make sure to correct my mistakes.” She says with a funny smile on her face, almost like making a joke of him.

“This is going to be a rough 3 weeks.”  He whispers.

And the next three weeks certainly something. The whole time she was his nurse, it was constant mistakes. He would ask for one thing and she always brought him the opposite. Like when he said he hated mushrooms but you brought him a mushroom cream soup for dinner that night and saying he wasn’t a morning person but opening the curtains all the way at 7am.

But…

It sometimes it was like she knew exactly what he needed. When his ankle was hurting, she would sit with a hot pack for two hours while gently massaging his ankle. Along with helping him with all of his struggles with physical therapy. Making sure after his PT session she helped making sure he was getting better.

He could feel himself getting better every second. Like her support was making his recovery seem much better. Though there was one thing that still really got to him.

He doesn’t know her name. How does one spend three weeks with someone and not know their name?

He would ask but she would look with confusion but then give a short giggle after. he was also too lazy to look up how to say it, so he just went with it. until things starting getting interesting.

He really didn’t want to admit it, but he was getting attached. And now he’s at his last 3 days of being at the rehabilitation center. He grows anxious every time a hour passes, meaning his time with her is almost up.

He was able to walk now. Which was nice because the nurse often took him around the hallways holding onto his arms as she talked about anything really. Even though he couldn’t understand, but he still listened. But since he was pretty much better, he didn’t need a personal nurse anymore. Which means she has busy work on other places and only stops by once in his room for a five minute check up.

Sitting on a chair watching tv and eating the mushroom soup. He hated it, but would eat it anyway since she gave it to him.

His attention was brought elsewhere by a gentle knock on the door. He sees her but not her nurses outfit but in casual clothing. Holding a basket with a cloth over the contents.

“Hey how you feeling?” She asks and places the basket on a table. “I see you’re  out and about from bed. That’s good, means I did my job.” She walks over and pulls a chair next to Taeyong.

“Even though it was the doctor who was supposed to help. It seems like you were the one who helped the most.”  He confesses but she sat there looking at the tv.

He knew you couldn’t know. And you won’t know how he feels… so now is there a point to keep it to himself anymore?

She notices the the change of expression on his face. And grabs his hand with a looks of concern. “Are you ok?” She asks. Like he can answer, he pushes the soup away from himself.

“I wish you could understand me… then you’d know that how thankful I am.”  His eyes look towards to open window that she opened early this morning. “You really got on my nerves sometimes because of stupid things. Like I really hate mushrooms but here I am eating it like some fool all because a pretty nurse gave it to me. A nurse who seemed to do more than make my ankle feel better...”  She only stares at him.

“Man but I don’t even know your name and I have a crush on you. Sounds sad doesn’t it? And the worst is that you’ll never know.” His face rests in his hands . But a hand gently pushes his face up making him look at the eyes that he fell for.

“The thing is… I knew this whole time.”  Taeyongs shoots up from his seat making the table shake from the sudden movement.

“DID YOU JUST?!” The nurse laughs and walks towards Taeyong giving him a hug. Looking up at him with pure happiness.

“ of course. You think I just so happened to do the exact opposite of what you wanted? Come on and you called us nurses the dumb ones.”  She snickers. Unable to speak Taeyong just looks in awe, how could someone act confused for almost a month and not say anything? She would have been an actor.

“W-what? Why?” He pushes her away slightly but makes sure to grab her hands keeping her at a good distance.

“Well for one, you called us brainless and two I’ve been running around this place like a mad man so I wanted to have some fun. But I didn’t know I’d have a not so secret admirer.” Now embarrassed at everything he’s said even some comments about her looking good in her nurses outfit.

“Seems like im the brainless one, huh?” He asks with a hint of laughter.

“Ya just a little… bit don’t worry. I fancy you too Taeyong. Even tough you threw a pillow at me countless times, but i got a laugh out of it , so nothing to worry about.”

His face perks up, this is everything he could have imagined, but except the him being hurt part...but one things comes to mind.

“Ok then. Let’s start over.” He pulls her into his chest looking down at her. “I’m taeyong” He says in English which takes her by surprise.

“And I’m __”

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[rickstexaschick]

Rick and Harley: Chapter 1

This series charts the history of Rick and Harley, when and how they first met, and covers their years together before Rick’s Texas Chick.

Things had been bad for awhile, but everything really started to go downhill when he developed teleportation.  Diane had already been complaining that he was spending too much time in the garage, working on his ‘stupid sci-fi shit’, as she called it.  This had become a major cause for arguments in their marriage.  She didn’t understand — she never had.

It was a compulsion, working on these projects.  He couldn’t fight the urge to design, build, create.  The ideas formed in his head at all times of the day and night.  If he woke up with an idea in the middle of the night, he’d fling back the covers and get up, throw on his clothes and lab coat and immediately go down to the garage to work on it, while it was still fresh in his mind.  He didn’t know if he woke her up or not, didn’t really seem to care.   If he was driving the car he’d immediately pull over and demand that Diane give him a pen and something to write on—he didn’t care if it was the receipt from the grocery store they’d just left.  He’d scribble out formulas, chemical equations, draw weird designs that she didn’t recognize.  All the while muttering to himself while Diane sat next to him in stony silence and Beth fussed and cried from her carseat in the back. They didn’t understand.  His family.  His ball and chain and tiny anchor.  He loved them dearly, but they were really dragging him down. And then there was the other thing.  Their sex life.  Rick had always had a strong libido.  He could go all day and night and then some.  At first Diane was just as horny as he was and they had amazing sex.  Then along came Beth, and things seemed to fizzle.  She appeared to lose interest, for one thing.  Even before Beth was born — of course, being heavily pregnant put sex on the back burner.  But, this started way before she was in the third trimester.  And then after Beth was born, well, it pretty much went out the window.  Even now, when Beth wasn’t quite three years old, things still hadn’t gotten back to the way they were.  And it looked like they never would... He was not the most talkative man.  It wasn’t in his nature to say the words — he expressed himself physically.  Touching, caressing, making love.  Cuddling together afterwards in bed, holding her in his arms all night long and never wanting to let her go.  Hard to do when your wife keeps getting up to take care of a crying infant every few hours, then irritably pushes your seeking arms away when she returns to bed... Now she’d taken to sleeping with Beth.  They’d recently switched Beth from her crib to her first ‘big girl bed.”  A twin bed that Diane had decked out with a frilly lace comforter and pink princess-themed sheets.  Of course, Beth had been afraid of it from the very beginning, refusing to be left alone in it.  When Rick would sit beside her, he’d read her stories from one of her many Dr. Seuss books, gently stroking her long golden hair until she fell asleep. He loved those moments with his little daughter.  She was so beautiful, his little princess, his little love...  He told her this over and over while softly running his fingers through her hair, lightly dragging his fingertips across her scalp, until her breathing slowed to small sighs and then she fell asleep, the lips of her small, red Cupid’s mouth slightly parted. Then he’d rejoin Diane on the couch in the living room.  He’d reach for Diane’s hand or start to put his arm around her, like he always used to do, but she would shift away from him, drop his hand. A silent rebuke for something he’d done, but had no idea what. When Diane sat with Beth at bedtime she ended up falling asleep next to her, and almost always stayed there for the night.  So, no more night-time cuddling, no more middle of the night lovemaking — the kind that makes up for any spats or harsh words which had occurred earlier in the day.  The kind of physical attention and communication which busy couples use to strengthen and support their marriage.  Rick knew he could be difficult, abrupt, critical.  So often the words would come tumbling out of his mouth of their own volition, but the damage was already done. Slowly, the divide between them grew wider, the chasm seemingly too wide to cross, repair. When they did have sex, it wasn’t as satisfying for him.  She wasn’t as responsive to him, but something else was missing, and he didn’t know what.  So, he’d taken to giving himself very unsatisfying hand-jobs in the shower, and spent more and more time by himself in the garage, working on teleportation. He felt so driven to succeed in this particular project.  Other projects and ideas, if it was taking too long to find a solution, he’d just scrap it and move on.  But not this one — it was a compulsion for him, he had to find a way to make it work.  He just had to!  He knew he was close... Then one Saturday, when Diane had taken Beth to go visit her parents for yet another long weekend, he was working with the latest model of his teleportation gun, tossing apples through the small, portal windows swirling on the wall.  The portals were dark grey in color.  The apples always came back burned—but with each trial, each adjustment to the phase transmitter, the windows became a lighter grey and the apples returned less and less burned.

He was close — he could feel it!  He was bent over the teleportation gun, making adjustments to the energy level of the transducer beam.  He was screwing the panel back on when from across the garage a strange fizzling sound caused him to lift up his head and turn and look.

A large swirling green mass appeared against the far wall in the garage, with a faint smell of ozone.  A man walked through and the green mass behind him disappeared.  He wore black biker boots, faded and torn jeans, a blue t-shirt and a worn black leather jacket.  He held an odd looking, light grey plastic gun of some kind in his hand.  Rick was so busy studying how he was dressed and what he was holding that he hadn’t looked at the man in the face. He was...himself!  The man’s hairstyle was different, but in all other ways, apart from the clothes, Rick could have been looking in a mirror.  Rick’s mouth dropped open in shock. ”Easy, man.  I’m here to help you with the next phase in your project there.”  He nodded down to the teleportation gun Rick still held in his hands.  “Name’s Rick, by the way.  ‘Course, you probably knew that already...” Rick didn’t know that.  He closed his mouth and watched silently as the man, Rick, walked across the garage to stand on the other side of his work bench.  They faced each other, silently.  Maybe it was because of the novelty of looking at someone almost exactly like yourself, and Rick knew he was a handsome man, no doubt... But he also felt an instant physical attraction to this man and was embarrassed when he realized his dick was getting hard.  He shifted the gun in his hands to cover himself. The other Rick seemed to know exactly what was happening to him and suppressed a smirk, but the look on his face remained polite, not mocking. “First time to meet another Rick, right?  Wait ‘til you check out The Citadel...”  He chuckled, setting the odd-looking gun down on the work bench.  “Say, man, ya got any booze around here?  Beer’d be alright, but whiskey’s even better.  Basically anything alcoholic will do...” He walked over to where some folded lawn chairs were stacked against a wall and took one, carried it back and opened it.  He sat down with his legs open in a casual man-spread.  He set his arms on the plastic armrests and leaned back, waiting. Rick wordlessly set his gun down and went into the house to get beer and whiskey.  He came out with an ice cold six pack still in its plastic rings, the whiskey bottle, and two glasses.  He poured two large measures and the other Rick leaned forward and picked his glass up, lifting it towards Rick in a toast. ”To success.  To your success...”  He took a deep drink. Rick drained his and immediately refilled his glass.  The two men sat across from each other, the silence now less strained. “So, wh-wh-where do you come from?  And-And-And what is that?”  Rick pointed to the portal gun lying on the workbench, embarrassed that his stutter had become so pronounced. The other Rick pulled a small clear container out of an inside jacket pocket.  It contained a small, neon green rock.  It glowed, pulsing with an energy emanating from within its core, and floated inside the container. He began to explain the intricacies of his portal gun, interdimensional travel, and the green rock that was the power source.  Together the two men began working on Rick’s teleportation gun, making the necessary modifications to convert it into a portal gun capable of interdimensional travel. They worked into the night, and the night air grew chilly, even though Rick had closed the garage door early on against the prying eyes of his nosey neighbors — some of whom would have been more than happy to tell Diane about Rick’s visitor and activities during her absence. They chatted easily while they worked, talking about their lives.  They were the same age — no surprise — but the other Rick told him that Ricks were all different ages, all different timelines, storylines.  They were all alike, and yet all unique in their own way.  He said he had a passion for motorcycles and racing — his nickname was Harley.  And Rick had to admit he looked the part. Finally, it looked as if they’d done everything necessary to upgrade Rick’s gun to a fully functioning portal gun.  All they had left to do was try it.  There was enough whiskey for two more drinks, and they’d finished off the beer.  Rick didn’t want Harley to leave — he still had so many questions! And he wanted to get to know him better.  Much better.  Their hands had touched on more than one occasion while working on his portal gun, and each time it was as if Rick was hit with an electric shock.  It shot straight down to his crotch and he’d had an erection for the past two hours.  He found himself deliberately grazing the other man’s fingers and hands while working, and he could have sworn that Harley was doing the same thing. He’d never been in this situation before — had never had the remotest interest in men.  And now he was sporting a hard-on for someone who looked just like himself.  He felt excited and...confused.  He decided to set the confusion aside for later contemplation. ”Man, it’s gettin’ late.  You got anything to eat?  We probably should wait until tomorrow before trying this.  There’s a place — another planet I was gonna take you as your first trip, but this isn’t a good time to go there.” They stood up and went inside the house.  Rick dug around in the liquor cabinet and came up with a nearly full bottle of twelve-year old scotch rye that his father-in-law liked to drink whenever he came over—which, thankfully, hadn’t been very often lately.  Probably because Diane had been complaining to her parents about their failing marriage... He shoved those thoughts aside.  Way off to the side.  He didn’t want to think about her tonight.  Or Beth... Rick ordered a pizza and the two men went into the den and sat on the couch.  Not in opposite corners.  They sipped their whiskeys and sat in a silence that was semi-uncomfortable.  Like that point on a first date just before it becomes physical.  Rick found himself glancing at Harley out of the corners of his eyes, then quickly shifting his eyes away when the man looked back at him.  He gulped his whiskey and shifted uncomfortably.  His cock throbbed and ached with the need for release and strained against his pants.  His heart was pounding and he realized that he was breathing faster. They each quickly finished off their remaining whiskey.  Rick leaned over to pour scotch into their glasses, then set the bottle down.  He was sitting back up when the man suddenly leaned forward and grabbed his wrist lightly, stopping him.  Rick turned to him in mild surprise and was real surprised when Harley leaned in and kissed him, full on the mouth. The world stopped.  Time stopped.  The kiss quickly deepened and they reached for each other’s face, moving closer together on the couch.  They explored each other’s mouths with their tongues, sucked and nipped on their lips.  Rick broke away first, sucking in a ragged breath that turned into a moan as the other man kissed and nipped his way down his throat before returning to his mouth.

His kiss was aggressive, passionate.  The bristled whiskers on his unshaven skin rubbed Rick’s neck and face raw and sent tingles down his spine.  He knew Diane liked the way it felt when he hadn’t shaved for a day or two, but he had no idea that this was the effect it had! Finally, Harley pulled away, his breathing uneven.  He looked at Rick with a grin.  Rick’s eyes were closed, his mouth partially open.  He opened his eyes and looked at Harley. ”I did that ‘cause I knew you wanted to, but were too chicken shit.” ”You’re right, I was.  Now shut the fuck up and kiss me again.”

tbc

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