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Angel arrived home much later than expected, but that often happened when he went out with Cherri. By the time he arrived back to the grand pitch black manor he shared with Alastor it was well past nightfall. Within the boundaries of Alastor’s turf, a false sky twinkled stars over head. The evening breeze stirred the Spanish moss dangling from the oaks in their front yard and carried the dancing fireflies up towards the twisting, gnarled branches. The Radio Demon was still awake, evident from the melody that drifted out of an open window on the second floor, light shining out to beckon Angel back home.

It was a habit he developed when he got lonely waiting for Angel to return, though he would never admit it. Alastor, ever sensitive to the sounds around him, hated when things were too quiet. Without Angel’s assistance in making noise, he relied on his piano to help fill the silence.

Making his way through the thick wine dark irises and daffodils that filled the yard Angel made it onto the porch but paused to fluff his wig back into place. Before he swapped his evening ensemble for something more comfortable he wanted to take the opportunity to get under Alastor’s skin. 

The stag was particularly easy to rattle when he was anxious for his beau to come home and Angel never missed a chance to command his husband’s full attention.

The grand foyer was lit with the warm glow of the gas chandelier high overhead, the light reflecting through a thousand cut crystals casting little rainbows across the walls and wooden floor. Closing the door, Angel hung his purse and coat in the closet and eagerly started up the grand staircase. Hand delicately sliding on the bannister, Angel happily followed the melodic call of his husband’s loneliness.

Angel passed by several portraits of himself and Alastor hung in ornate gilded frames. Their halls more closely resembled a gallery thanks to Alastor’s finer sensibilities. However on the second floor landing the portraits changed, depicting almost exclusively Angel. He posed in dresses and suits, seated at desks, the piano, and a swing wrapped in flowering vines. Alastor had commissioned them all insisting that Angel be forced to see himself as his husband did- a work of art.

Angel never would have expected it to work, and yet it did- surprisingly well over the years. In the time since they had married, Angel had almost forgotten what he looked like in the screenshots and advertisement for his old work. Mercifully, he was beginning to forget what the work was like as well.

The paintings and the house had been only the start of Alastor’s incredibly doting ways. It didn’t take long for Angel to realize how adoring the Radio Demon could be. Though very few knew it, Alastor was every bit as devoted as a newly sworn priest.

The stag kept a modest circle of close friends, all people he could trust implicitly. Over the course of several years of patience and an abundance of shared hardships, Angel had finally been granted the opportunity to see the side of Alastor that so few ever did.

Angel fell in love instantly.

The adoration had bloomed from his heart and spilled over into his very soul, wild and untamed as Eden. When given the chance, Angel declared it publicly and found himself living in his personal Heaven each and every day since then. No matter what Charlie said about the other side, Angel knew beyond a doubt that there was no greater paradise than being greeted home with the song of Alastor’s longing. 

Though he tried to be quiet, Angel’s heels clicked loudly on the hardwood as he made his way down the second floor hall. The commanding echo of his stilettos seemed a metronome accompanying the gentle melody. Once he reached the open door and saw Alastor watching for his arrival, ears perked up at the approaching sound, all of Angel’s guilt over disturbing his playing melted away.

Alastor wore one of Angel’s large tee shirts, the neck dropping to one side to expose his shoulder. Angel’s heart ached in the face of such a small, intimate sight. Not many souls would guess that Alastor was a clothing thief, and they would certainly never hear Angel complaining. The ever present smile widened as their eyes met and Alastor’s playing slowly faded out.

“Mo belle ange,” Alastor greeted, holding a hand out to him. “How was your evening?”

“It was great. I had such a nice time,” Angel said as he sauntered over to the piano. He didn’t miss Alastor’s eyes dropping to watch the rhythmic swaying of his hips. Taking Alastor’s hand in two of his own, he sat beside his husband and leaned forward to give him an apologetic kiss. “I’m sorry I was so late.”

“I wouldn’t dream to keep you from your fun, but I was beginning to wonder.” Alastor murmured against his lips. 

“My poor handsome husband left all alone,” Angel teased, cupping a hand to Alastor’s cheek. Under his palm, Alastor’s face grew warm at the endearment. “I’ll have to kiss ya twice as many times as normal to make up for it, hm?”

“I’d like that,” Alastor said softly. Eyes closing, he leaned in to Angel like a moth to the flame.

Resting one of his lower hands on Alastor’s knee, Angel circled his upper arms around him to pull him closer. With a happy sigh Alastor laid his head on Angel’s shoulder, face tucked into the crook of his neck.

“Ya look real cute in my shirt, Smiles. Did ya miss me that bad?”

“Yes,” Alastor murmured. “It smells like your perfume.”

“Aren’t ya just as sweet as honey,” Angel smiled, brushing Alastor’s hair from his face.

“And you are just as magnificent as always,” Alastor said as his hands came to rest on Angel’s waist. “I will never quite understand how you embody perfection so effortlessly.”

Feeling his face growing warm, Angel replied, “Ya gonna make me swoon if ya keep that up.”

“Maybe I want to,” Alastor replied. “You look so beautiful tonight.”

“What, this old thing?” Angel asked with a smirk as he leaned back a bit to tantalizingly push his chest out. “Just wait until ya see what’s underneath it. Would ya like that?”

Alastor’s face went nearly as red as his hair and he nodded quickly. As always, Alastor’s propriety made him so easy to tease. It had quickly become a hobby for Angel to enjoy winding him up, stealing the words from Alastor’s tongue. Two hands went to the top front button, opening it at a tantalizing pace before moving to the next one. The hand on Alastor’s knee moved up to rest on his thigh though his eyes stayed riveted on Angel’s hands working the buttons open to expose the ample fluff of his chest.

“Ya been waiting so patiently for me to get home, I think ya deserve a lil somethin’,” Angel said with a smirk. “Don’t ya agree?”

“Y-yes ma’am,” Alastor breathed, watching as Angel’s hands pulled the dress front open to reveal a lacy red bra.

“That’s my good boy,” Angel purred, recognizing the small shift in Alastor’s manners.

Normally so closed off, Alastor rarely showed his true thoughts to anyone. Even his closest companions were kept at bay behind the mask of his taciturn smile. Only behind the walls of his domain in the company of his husband did Alastor let slip the impenetrable defense. There in the solace of Angel’s company could he confess what he wanted, safe in the knowledge that Angel would never pass judgement.

Whatever Alastor wanted, Angel would joyfully provide. Despite Alastor’s seemingly never-ending stream of commentary, he struggled to communicate his most intimate desires. Over the years he had developed his own small ways of making them known, and Angel had discovered a few methods to confirm without making Alastor uncomfortable. To the Radio Demon’s surprise and delight, Angel found ways to almost make it into a game with a bounty of prizes to be won.

And Alastor did so love to play games.

“Oh,” Angel said as his fingers fumbled with a button at his waist. “I think it’s stuck. Would you mind giving me a hand?”

“No, ma’am,” Alastor said as his focus fell on the offending button. Moving off the piano bench he knelt down in front of Angel and leaned in close, easily solving the issue. “There, that should do it.”

Putting a finger under Alastor’s chin, Angel tilted his face up so that he could press a thankful, lingering kiss to his husband’s lips. The stag remained where he was but returned the affection with all the relief of a man that been parted from his lover for years. In spite of all the kisses they had shared over the years, ones such as these still made Angel’s heart skip.

“How sweet and helpful,” Angel said and pressed another, more chaste kiss to his lips. “Would ya like to get the rest of them?”

Task then prize, a recognizable pattern providing the comfort of predictability.

“Yes ma’am,” Alastor breathed, happy to be rewarded. “May I?”

“Ya may, but be careful. This is one of my favorite dresses,” Angel said and leaned back on the little bench to give him room to work. “It’s one ya got for me.”

Alastor dutifully unfastened the buttons one at a time. As he moved further down, exposing more of Angel’s body, his eyes caught glimpses of what was underneath. Once the front of the dress was open Angel spread his long legs on either side of Alastor, putting himself on display. Under the dress he wore a pair of panties and a garter to match his bra and stockings, the silk and lace clinging to his body in just the right ways to emphasize and guide Alastor’s gaze along the graceful curves.

Shrugging out of the dress, Angel sat before Alastor, gazing down at him with a saccharine smile. His husband’s wide eyes struggled to take him in, attention flitting from one part of Angel’s body to the next. A sense of pride surged through him as it always did when Alastor looked at him with awe and reverence. Angel had never known how greedy he was until he realized he never wanted Alastor to look anywhere else but him.

“See somethin’ ya like, Bambi?” Angel asked with barely concealed amusement.

“Everything,” Alastor answered with conviction.

Angel giggled, reaching out to stroke a hand down Alastor’s cheek. “Ya such a cutie.”

“But you’re the most beautiful creature that I’ve ever seen,” Alastor insisted, leaning into the touch.

“Is that right?” Angel asked. Alastor nodded emphatically. “I’m glad ya like it, I wore this just for you.”

“I love it,” Alastor said, his smile bright with excitement.

“Why don’t ya show me just how much ya love it?” Angel said as he moved to the edge of the bench. “Gimme some sugar, Bambi.”

Alastor leaned down and pressed a kiss to where the garters clasped to Angel’s stocking. Reverently he kissed up his beau’s thigh to his hip and did the same on the other leg as well. Angel watched as his husband lavished affection on every inch of exposed silken fur, carefully avoiding anywhere he did not have express permission to touch.

The loving display made Angel’s heart race and his face flush pink. Alastor was a truly attentive lover, when the mood struck him. He’d been so uncertain when they first began to experiment but Angel had never been shy about what he liked. Over time he’d realized Alastor benefitted from direction and an abundance of praise.

“What a sweet boy ya are for me,” Angel purred as he put a hand on Alastor’s head. 

“I missed you,” Alastor said as he rested his cheek on Angel’s thigh, nuzzling into the soft downy fur. “It’s too quiet without you.”

“Poor Bambi,” Angel said sympathetically. “Would ya like a reward for your patience?”

Alastor looked up at him with big, doe eyes and nodded. “Please.”

“Please what, Bambi?” Angel pressed, seeking a definitive confirmation. “I need to hear ya ask properly.”

“Please may I have a reward?” Alastor asked.

“Yes you may,” Angel said, satisfied at the response. “What would ya like?”

“I-“ Alastor hesitated. Putting desire to words remained to be very challenging for him and he usually preferred to let Angel make decisions. Though he could rarely say outright what he wanted, Angel always gave him the chance to try.

“Do ya want mommy to give ya some options?” Angel asked when Alastor didn’t continue. In response, Alastor nodded, nuzzling against the fur of Angel’s thigh and looked not his eyes in anticipation. “Ya have three options, I’ll take care of ya with my mouth, my cock, or my pussy. Which one would ya prefer?”

Angel could feel the heat rushing to Alastor’s face at the words. Deliberating a moment, Alastor asked, “Would you- are you going to ride me?”

“If ya want me to,” Angel said. “Its your reward, Bambi.”

“I want that, then.” Alastor said.

“Be specific, Bambi,” Angel chided. “I need to know exactly what ya want. Ya only have to say it once.”

“I-I want mommy to ride me,” Alastor said through a hiss of static, though it sounded difficult. 

“Good boy, telling me just what ya want.” Angel said sweetly, praising him for overcoming his nerves. For good measure, Angel leaned in to give him another kiss. Pulling back just a bit he whispered, “But first, ya need to help mommy get ready.”

With a gentle hand in Alastor’s hair, Angel guided his husband’s face into the crux of his legs. Obediently Alastor opened his mouth around the supple folds beneath the thin layer of silk and lace. Angel shuddered to feel the heat of Alastor’s tongue pressing to him, soaking the fabric. He gazed up at his husband, searching Angel’s face for approval.

“That’s right,” Angel said, pushing his hips into the attention. “Just like that.”

Alastor hummed a low, satisfied sound as his tongue felt out the shape of Angel through his panties. The vibration it made pulled a little sound from Angel. The stag’s eyes closed in focus as he mouthed over the clothed heat. He was a sinful sight, mouth working over Angel and cheeks blushing a rosy shade. Watching him at his task sent a flood of heat rushing through Angel’s veins more potent than any drug. 

The fabric separating them was torture, but as much as Angel wanted to spoil them both he knew that Alastor relished their intimacy so much more when he could work up to and be rewarded with it. And oh, he was laboring for it. Alastor’s lips closed around him, sucking gently on Angel’s sensitive clit. 

Letting out a low moan of glorious approval Angel bit his lip. The fire beneath his skin raged on, loosening his control of himself and urging his cock to slide slowly out of its sheath. The silk and lace of Angel’s panties strained to contain his erection as it grew, disturbing Alastor’s worshipful attentions. The Radio Demon’s eyes blinked open, focusing on Angel’s growing erection with dark desire. Shifting his focus, Alastor lapped at the shape of Angel’s cock until the fabric had darkened around the tip and Angel could feel himself growing too desperate to stay at the piano.

“That’s enough,” Angel said, slowly pushing Alastor back to stop him.

Alastor looked up at him, eyes lost in a haze of lust and mouth smeared with his own saliva and Angel’s wetness. A low, needy whine spilled from his glistening lips as he looked pleadingly up at Angel. His ears pinned back against his hair.

“I know you’re not about to argue with me,” Angel said pointedly. “Are ya?”

“No ma’am,” Alastor said, though he was certainly pouting.

“That’s what I thought,” Angel said. Reaching down he palmed himself through the silk, fingers dancing over the wet spot on his panties. Noticing how Alastor waited for approval he sighed, “Oh Bambi, ya did so good, look how wet ya made mommy.”

Alastor whined, eagerly leaning in again. Angel opened his mouth to scold him, only to hesitate in surprise when Alastor pressed a lingering kiss to the wet fabric. The tender gesture made Angel’s heart race faster than any stimulation than Alastor’s tongue had given. Alastor gazed beatifically up at him, pulling back just enough to speak.

“Can I have more, please?” He asked in a small, humble voice.

As if Angel could deny him.

“Let’s go to bed, first,” Angel replied, trying to recover himself.

Standing, Angel helped Alastor to his feet. He wobbled a little, legs numb from sitting on his knees. Though Angel felt a little weak himself, he guided Alastor to their bedroom down the hall. The room was dark when they arrived and Angel used the light from the hallway to steer Alastor to the bed.

“Sit right there and wait,” Angel said and leaned in to press a kiss to Alastor’s cheek. “Can you be patient for me a little longer?”

“Yes ma’am,” Alastor replied with a little nod.

“I’ll be right back,” Angel said.

Heels clicking, he walked back into the hall and turned the lights down so they wouldn’t have to worry about it later. Angel didn’t like to have any distractions after the fact, preferring to lavish all of his attention on Alastor. When he returned he set out their pajamas on the dresser and struck a match to light the candles around their room. Walking back around to their bedside table he felt Alastor’s eyes on him, taking in his every move.

“Yes, Bambi?” Angel asked as he continued about his task.

“You’re so beautiful,” Alastor breathed as he watched. 

“Thank you,” Angel said, unable to keep from smiling as he set the candle down again. It was no different than the praise Alastor lavished on him every other day but something about these small intimate moments sent the words straight to Angel’s heart, piercing him through to his soul. “Come here for me?”

Alastor crawled to the side of the bed, waiting patiently for further instruction. Cupping a hand to Alastor’s cheek, Angel leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to his forehead. Knowing Alastor wasn’t expecting it, Angel tilted his face up to press another kiss to his lips. Surrendering himself, Alastor returned the kiss with dulcet ardor. Just to be a tease, Angel nipped at Alastor’s lip and was satisfied when he felt the stag shiver his surprise.

“Stay right there. You’re being so patient,” Angel said as he reluctantly pulled away.

“Yes, ma’am,” Alastor said, sitting back on his heels. His compliance is unique to these moments, as if Angel had cast some spell over him. “It’s such a pleasure just to look at you.”

“What a sweetheart,” Angel praised, putting a hand to his cheek. The greatest magic, Angel knew, was how perfectly they go together and the choice they both made to trust one another in spite of their histories and the Hell they lived in.

Walking around the other side of the bed, Angel lit the last of the candles. The record player beside the bed was switched on and Angel selected Alastor’s favorite jazz album to help soothe any anxiety that may arise from the silence. Once the needle was lowered, Angel turned the volume down, the notes filling the still air of the bedroom. Though he knew Alastor was fidgeting anxiously with the hem of his shirt, eager for more attention, he paid little mind to it and walked past him into their large bathroom. They would both need a bath afterwards and Angel was determined that everything be ready.

From the closet Angel selected their favorite towels and set them out on the counter. Pausing in the mirror he took a moment to smooth his hair and fluff his chest. Alastor was a good, patient boy and he could stand to wait for a few more minutes. Perusing through his make up collection Angel found his favorite red lipstick. Leaning close to the mirror he carefully applied it. 

Once ready, Angel appeared, leaning against the doorway with a hand on his hip. Another hand slid from his waist to his thighs, tracing out every curve of his body that his husband loved. Alastor watched from the bed, his eyes following Angels hands as they roamed over his figure in the flickering light of the candles. Angel slowly approached the bed, his hips swayed in time with the music playing over the speakers. It was a point of pride for Angel that he could provide Alastor a perfect experience and he had no quarrels using the tricks he had learned performing in the past. 

When Angel reclined gracefully onto the bed he settled against the pillows, draping one long leg over the other, arranging himself as though he were posing for a portrait. His red lips stretched with a satisfied smirk to see how closely Alastor drank in the sight. Alastor’s hands clenched at his sides, determined not to make a move without permission though Angel knew he was desperate to touch himself.

“Are ya ready for your reward then?” Angel asked in a low, honeyed voice. Alastor nodded. “Show me how ready ya are.”

Hesitantly, Alastor reached for his overlarge shirt, looking at Angel for permission. Angel nodded assurance to him, twirling a lock of hair around his finger. Raising the shirt up, Alastor pulled it over his head and dropped it to the side. A red flush bloomed across his chest and Angel could clearly see the erection tenting his boxers. Rocking up onto his knees, Alastor hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and stripped them down, his ears and tail flicking when the fabric brushed his straining cock.

Alastor sat back on his heels, suddenly aware of his own body. His hands fidgeting as he tried to cover himself. His tail dropped down like his ears, anxieties wrestling for control of his attention. Cock twitching in shame, Alastor put his hands down in front of himself though Angel could see it did nothing to help him. 

“Aren’t you a picture?” Angel said in a soothing voice, calling the Radio Demon’s attention back. The sweet praise distracted Alastor, as did Angel’s hand moving to touch himself. Eyes raking over his husband, he felt the familiar warmth of affection spreading in his chest. “C’mere, Bambi, let me hold ya.”

Alastor happily moved to fit himself against Angel, peering up at him for further instruction. Leaning in, Angel placed a kiss on Alastor’s cheek, leaving a perfect lipstick mark behind. Drawing Alastor close against himself, Angel held him, enjoying the weight of his husband in his arms and the slow rhythm of their mingling breath. Resting one of his upper hands on Alastor’s chest and holding him with the lower two, Angel trailed kiss after kiss down his lovely neck, enjoying the way his breath hitched. 

Bit by bit Angel coaxed small, pleasured sounds from Alastor’s lips. Patient as the sea against a stone, Angel’s tender attentions wore away the distractions that Alastor struggled with, helping him to let go and enjoy the moment for what it was. Careful of his lipstick, Angel sucked a tiny mark right over Alastor’s collar bone. 

Pulling back, Angel surveyed his work. Alastor lounged back into the pile of pillows, eyes unfocused, cheeks flushed, and lips parted in a blissful smile. The kiss mark on his cheek was now accompanied with several to match over the skin of his throat. With a smile of his own, Angel stroked a finger down Alastor’s rosy cheek. When Angel leaned in to kiss his lips, Alastor was so dazed he struggled to return the affection. 

Shifting onto his knees, Angel moved down the bed to settle between Alastor’s legs. The loss of warmth and the intimate embrace threatened to disquiet Alastor, his hands fluttering at his sides with the instinct to cover himself. Angel took Alastor’s hands in his own and gave each of his fingertips a kiss before placing them down on the bedclothes. 

“Don’t be shy, Bambi. You’re too lovely for that,” Angel said sweetly as he rubbed a calming hand over Alastor’s thigh. “I love to see you like this.”

“Yes ma’am,” Alastor said as he obediently relaxed his arms, glad for the touch anchoring him to the moment. “Sorry, mommy.”

“It’s okay, Bambi. Are ya comfortable? Do ya wanna continue?” Angel asked, fingers tracing circles on Alastor’s thigh. The touch was featherlight and tickling, an absentminded habit Angel developed as they drifted off to sleep at night.

“Yes ma’am,” Alastor said, eyes growing heavy as he allowed himself to be soothed. The tension eased from his body as he settled back into the pillows once again. “Just some anxiety, think nothing of it.”

“I know,” Angel whispered, kissing Alastor’s thigh. “But ya don’t have to worry. I love ya and I just wanna show ya how much. Do you need a moment?”

“No,” Alastor shook his head. “No, I’m okay.”

“Good,” Angel replied. “If you need anything, just tell me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Alastor said.

Moving his hand up Alastor’s thigh, Angel took him in hand, slowly stroking up and down again. Alastor bit his lip, eyes closing as he was finally touched. His fingers twitched for a moment before settling back on the bed and clutching the blankets. Breath hitching, he whimpered.

“Ya like that?” Angel asked, rolling his wrist over the tip, smearing precum over his palm to ease the way. 

When Alastor twitched in his hand, Angel moved a little faster. The sounds coming from his darling’s lips could put a siren song to shame. Angel drank it up as he coaxed more from Alastor’s erection. His own arousal throbbed hot and needy between his legs but he ignored it to focus on Alastor.

“Yes mommy!” Alastor gasped, hips twitching as he fought with himself not to thrust up into the hand pleasuring him. “I love it.”

“I've got a special surprise for you but you have to promise not to smear my lipstick,” Angel said, pressing his thumb gently into the leaking slit. “Think you can hold still?”

“Yes ma’am!” Alastor said, pulsing in Angel’s hand. “I’ll be good.”

“Stay just like that.” Angel said and leaned down to flatten his tongue against the underside of Alastor’s cock. When Angel dragged his tongue along the length, it throbbed in the warmth of his breath.

Alastor let out a sharp, keening whine that shot straight to his husband’s cock as Angel flicked his tongue over the tip before taking it in his mouth. Holding the base with a gentle squeeze, Angel swirled his tongue in a circle before laving the flat of it over the slit. Alastor shivered, struggling to remain still as he sank further into the pleasure of his husband’s skillful attentions.

Slowly, carefully, Angel lowered himself to the base of Alastor’s cock. Once his nose was pressed to Alastor’s hip, the head nudged against the back of his throat. Angel swallowed carefully around it, sliding his tongue over the underside as he pulled back up again, sucking.

The sounds spilled from Alastor’s lips while Angel worked him, a chorus of desperation. Angel rested a hand on Alastor’s thigh, a reminder to stay still. Alastor’s legs were trembling and so Angel hollowed his cheeks, moving slowly up and down his lover’s throbbing cock. He could taste Alastor leaking onto his tongue, and when he pulled back he flattened his tongue and slowly dragged it over the tip again all the while holding Alastor’s gaze.

Pausing with his mouth open, Angel let Alastor catch a glimpse of cum pooled on his tongue before swallowing. Alastor’s eyes flickered to radio dials and back to normal again. The sound of static rippled through the air when Angel wrapped his lips around him and lowered himself one more time.

“M-mommy-!” Alastor moaned out, voice crackling with radio feedback. “It’s so good, I’m gonna-!”

“Not yet,” Angel said when he pulled off with a wet pop, stroking Alastor slowly. Looking at the lipstick left around the base of Alastor’s cock he smiled. “You did so good holding still for me.”

“Sivouple!” Alastor whined, gripping the blankets as mic feedback sounded loudly through the speakers. “Don’t tease, I’m getting close.”

“I only wanted to spoil you with a little extra treat.” Angel said, sitting up to unhook the garters from his stockings. “But I didn’t hear any good manners.”

“Merci!” Alastor said quickly. “Merci, mommy.”

“Am I gonna have to spank you?” Angel asked, pushing his panties slowly down and off. 

Alastor tried to respond but only managed to stare, eyes wide as Angel bore himself. Angel’s lower left hand wrapped around his cock and stroked at a tantalizingly slow pace while the lower right hand dipped down, sliding through the wetness between his thighs. The upper two fondled his chest, pressing the fluff together so that it spilled over the lacy cups. Angel settled on his knees before his husband, spreading his legs to put himself on display. Closing his eyes, Angel moved slowly, deliberately making a show of himself with a low, whorish moan.

“Mo shagrin…” Alastor whispered, eyes trained on the show before him.

“You did such a good job getting me ready for you,” Angel sighed, Alastor’s attention more potent than any substance. “But if you don’t remember your manners, maybe we’ll have to pause so you can learn your lesson.”

“No, I’ll be good,” Alastor pleaded.

“You’re always good for me, Bambi.” Angel chided. “Not only when you want something.”

“S-Sivouplé,” Alastor begged. “Please mommy, I won’t forget again. I promise. I just want to make you feel good.”

Angel deliberated a moment before dipping two fingers inside of his dripping pussy. Letting out a long musical moan, he languidly thrust his fingers in and out of himself carefully, giving his cunt the attention that it so wanted. Alastor whined and Angel added a third. Biting his lip Angel worked himself, rocking his hips down onto his hand. 

“No spanking, then. But if ya wanna make me feel good, come apologize,” Angel panted, withdrawing his fingers from himself. 

Alastor moved onto his knees, positioning himself between Angel’s legs. Taking Angel’s hand, Alastor held his gaze and closed his lips around Angel’s wet fingers, dutifully licking them clean. Angel shuddered at the feeling of that long, hot tongue sliding over and between his fingers. The heat of Alastor’s tongue traveled straight to the desire pooling in Angel’s belly, making him painfully aware of how empty he was.

With a hungry gaze Alastor said, “Paddonn mó, mommy. I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

“Then get to work,” Angel said, holding his gaze with dark, ravenous eyes. “Fuck mommy’s pussy.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Alastor shivered. 

Kneeling on the bed, Alastor took himself in hand and lined up. When Angel spread himself in anticipation, Alastor had to blink the static from his eyes. Biting his lip, Alastor eased inside, inch by inch. Angel’s eyes fluttered shut as he was finally filled. 

“That’s it, Bambi,” Angel breathed, laying back on the bed. Though he was dripping wet, Alastor’s cock still burned as it stretched him. Making himself relax, Angel welcomed his husband inside. “You fill me up perfectly.”

“Mommy, çe bon,” Alastor whimpered once his hips came to rest against Angel’s. Alastor planted his hands on either side of Angel’s hips. “C-can I move, please?”

“Just a moment,” Angel said. Shifting, he wrapped his long legs around Alastor’s hips to draw him deeper.

He could feel Alastor’s cock twitching inside of him, desperate to move, desperate for release. He felt the same desire but didn’t grant permission. The lapse in Alastor’s manners had to be addressed and Angel knew just what to do. Above him, Alastor’s brows knit together and his eyes flickered between a dark hunger and the shape of a radio dial as he struggled to obey. Arching his back, Angel tightened around Alastor intentionally, teasing him.

“M-mommy-“ Alastor gasped. “Y-you feel so tight.”

“And you’ve such a big cock, Bambi,” Angel sighed, relaxing and tightening again. “Oh, you’re so hard and deep.”

Alastor let out a broken little sound, breathing labored. “Please, I want to move, I want to make you feel good.”

Angel writhed beneath him, rocking down onto Alastor’s cock as he worked him, relentlessly toying with him, granting a hint of what he wanted but never quite giving it. Alastor whimpered, trembling as he warred with himself, his claws ripping into the bedclothes and his tail twitching.

Finally, Angel relaxed and stilled. Stretching his arms over his head to open himself up invitingly he gazed up at Alastor with heavy, lust filled eyes. “Well, Bambi?” Angel said. “Go on.”

“M-merci!” Alastor choked out, careful to remember his manners. Pulling back he let out a long, low groan before thrusting back in and pressing himself right where he knew Angel needed him most. “Mommy!”

Angel let out a short, pleasured cry as Alastor found his rhythm, each time driving carefully into him. This time when Angel tightened it was entirely reflexive. Angel’s eyes closed as he was filled over and over, moving in sync with the man he so loved. The steady attention to his most sensitive spot sending a surge of pleasure through his body, Alastor making good on his promise. Angel could swear their hearts beat in tandem.

“That’s it, Bambi, right there!” Angel moaned as he pushed down onto Alastor, desperate for more. “Such a good boy, fucking me so well.”

Alastor shuddered, his cock throbbing inside Angel at the praise. Clutching the bedclothes harder he sped up, desperate to hear more. The pleasure built and his motions turned erratic. As he pounded into Angel, his lover whimpered and moaned. Angel’s heart raced, pounding in sync with the rapid motion of Alastor’s movements.

“Mommy, you f-feel-“ Alastor cut off, gasping as Angel angled his hips up to take him deeper.

“Tell me, Bambi. How do I feel?” Angel panted, hanging on his every word.

“You feel-“ Alastor gasped. “Divine! You feel s-so good, I’m gonna-“

“Not yet,” Angel said firmly.

Before Alastor could beg Angel planted a hand on his chest and shifted them, pushing Alastor back against the pillows. Once Angel was on top he settled on his knees and swiveled his hips in a slow circle. “Mommy didn’t say you could cum.”

Alastor sobbed, holding to Angel’s hips as they moved in careful, rolling motions just slow enough to keep him from what he wanted most. Leaning back on his two lower hands, Angel spread his legs wide so Alastor could watch as his cock disappeared into Angel’s dripping cunt. Heavy and half lidded, Alastor’s eyes watched Angel’s pussy stretching around his girth.

“You go so deep, Bambi,” Angel sighed as he slowly lifted and lowered himself. With one free hand Angel stroked his dripping cock, the other groped at his chest. Smirking, he watched Alastor hanging on his every movement, trembling as he tried not to finish. “You did such a good job.”

Alastor whimpered, panting open mouthed as he tried to remain in control of himself.

“Ya fuck me so well, Bambi,” Angel said softly, hypnotically. Alastor throbbed inside of him, drinking in the words like a man dying of thirst. “Such a sweet boy for me. Eating me, getting me all wet for your big cock.”

“Mommy, I-I need to-“

“Fucking me so deep,” Angel shifted to move faster, bracing two hands on the bed and holding his husband’s face with the other two, keeping Alastor’s eyes on him. “Ya wanna cum for me, Bambi?”

“Yes,” Alastor breathed, gaze dark and pleading. “Please let me cum.”

“Ya wanna make mommy cum?” Angel asked, feeling his own pleasure mounting as Alastor came undone beneath him. Moving faster, taking him deeper, Angel drove them both closer to the edge.

“Yes! More than anything,” Alastor begged, fingers digging into Angel’s plush hips. “Please!”

“Cum for me then, Bambi.” Angel said. “Cum for mommy, show me how good you can be.”

Alastor gasped, thrusting his hips up a few times into Angel and burying himself as deeply as he could before spilling. Sobbing, his back arched as Angel kept riding him through his orgasm and followed him over the edge. 

“Good boy,” Angel sighed as he tightened and clenched around Alastor, relishing the warmth flooding into him. “That’s my good, sweet Bambi. Cumming so much for me.”

Alastor writhed beneath him, panting as his pleasure began to ebb and the sensation of Angel’s motions became too much. Trying to catch his breath he lay back against the pillows, gazing blearily up at Angel.

“Th-thank you, mommy,” Alastor managed, voice weak as he blinked a few tears from his eyes. “Thank you.”

“Shhh, catch your breath,” Angel said as he leaned down, kissing Alastor’s lips sweetly and stroking a gentle, soothing touch down his cheek. “Relax, Bambi.”

Alastor wrapped his arms around Angel’s shoulders as they kissed, his whole body trembling with the aftershocks of his release. Angel winced a little as Alastor softened and pulled out. He lay down beside his husband and closed his legs to keep from making too much of a mess.

Turning on his side, Alastor curled up against Angel’s chest, hiding his face in the ample fluff. Holding him with two arms Angel pulled his husband as close as he could, rubbing careful circles on his back again. The other two held his still hard cock. The need pulsing between his legs was demanding but Angel couldn’t tear his attention away from the stag pressed against him.

They lay in comfortable silence, Angel moving a hand up to scratch gently behind Alastor’s ears to help him relax. Unable to help himself, Angel pressed several kisses to the top of his head. He smiled when Alastor nuzzled his face further into the fluff of his chest.

“Oh Bambi, I love you so much.” Angel sighed happily, feeling the familiar post coital urge to shower Alastor with affection. In these rare moments the stag accepted it all, wholly, without reservations.

“I love you too,” Alastor answered, melting Angel’s heart.

Angel gave a low hiss when he felt Alastor’s hand wrap around his straining erection, squeezing gently. Humming appreciatively, Angel held him a little tighter.

“Don’t worry about it, Bambi.” Angel whispered, kissing his ears. “You don’t have to.” 

“But I promised to make you feel good,” Alastor said, stroking him slowly. 

“I just wanted to reward you for being so patient. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” Angel said, shifting a little as Alastor toyed with him. It felt nice but he needed to focus. “We’ll take a bath in just a minute. Would you like that?”

“I’d like to make mommy cum,” Alastor said, searching Angel’s expression for permission to continue. “Please?”

A little surprised, Angel nodded. “If you want, Bambi.”

“Lay back like this,” Alastor said, easing Angel onto the pillows.

With a smile, Angel complied, laying down as instructed. Stretching his top arms over his head he watched Alastor sitting up. On the nights that Alastor was particularly enthusiastic, he would give Angel little instructions.

“Is this right?” Angel asked.

“Yes, that’s perfect,” Alastor said. “You’re always perfect.”

Angel couldn’t help but flush at the words, cock twitching in his hand. “Such a sweet boy.”

“No touching,” Alastor said, carefully moving Angel’s hand away from himself.

“Of course,” Angel said, resting his hands on his waist instead. To make things easier, he spread his legs apart.

Alastor moved to sit between Angel’s legs, making himself comfortable. With one hand he gripped the base of Angel’s cock and rested the other on Angel’s thigh. Taking a moment to appreciate the sight of Angel’s hard, pink cock before him he swallowed and stuck out his tongue, licking the tip.

Angel shivered, feeling the warmth of Alastor’s breath ghosting over his sensitive skin. The tip of his soft tongue was incredible, pulling a satisfied sigh from Angel’s lips. Resting a hand in Alastor’s hair, Angel watched as he lapped at the tip before tentatively closing his lips around him.

“Good boy, Bambi,” Angel whispered.

Alastor hummed, the vibration running through Angel’s sensitive flesh. A moan escaped him as Alastor worked clumsily up and down his erection. Angel could feel himself throbbing, already desperate for release. Alastor pushed himself further and further down Angel’s cock, swallowing around him when Angel nudged against the back of his throat.

“C’mon, Bambi, you can do it,” Angel said, hips twitching to push up into that tight wet heat. “You can take it.”

In times past, Alastor had done it though not without help. Tempting though it was to want to thrust up into that hot, wet mouth Angel kept his hips firmly on the bed. 

“A little faster, Bambi.” Angel panted. “Otherwise mommy will do it for you.”

Alastor looked up at him with pleading eyes, glistening lips stretched around the girth of Angel’s cock. Torturously slow he pulled off with a lewd wet sound. Turning to mouth over Angel’s sensitive flesh, Alastor nuzzled against the hard length, smearing spit and precum across his cheek.

“I’d like that,” Alastor purred, glancing up at Angel almost challengingly. “I like it when mommy’s in control.”

With that Alastor’s tongue rolled out of his open mouth and he licked from the base to the tip in a slow, sensual motion. Angel shivered and fisted his hand into Alastor’s hair. 

“Then get that pretty mouth around mommy’s cock, Bambi,” Angel commanded, guiding him back.

Alastor’s mouth fell obediently open, tongue out to receive the head of Angel’s cock again. This time once his lips sealed around the hard member, Angel pulled him down. Alastor whimpered as Angel’s cock forced its way into his throat though he only had a moment to gag before Angel began a quick pace.

“Relax for me, Bambi. Very good, stay just like that,” Angel instructed as he rolled his hips up into the willing, ready mouth around him. “Such a good boy for me.”

Alastor blinked, tears gathering in his eyes as he struggled to do as directed. Face flushed, Alastor allowed Angel to fuck his mouth. Spit and cum dripping down his chin, he looked like sin incarnate.

“That’s it, take mommy’s cock like the good boy ya are. Ya feel like heaven, Bambi,” Angel sighed as his pleasure mounted, cock twitching in Alastor’s throat. “I'm gonna cum in your mouth. Don’t ya dare spill a single drop.”

In response, Alastor obediently relaxed his jaw and moaned. Angel never was sure if it was magic or skill but the sound shot through him, driving him closer to the edge. When he locked eyes with Alastor’s, so dark and full of desire, Angel cried out and buried himself in Alastor’s throat.

Doing his best not to gag, Alastor swallowed around Angel and came hard. He hummed again, taking everything he was given. Angel moaned loudly, thrusting languidly through the pleasure. His fist tugged at Alastor’s hair as he pulsed into Alastor’s waiting mouth.

“That’s it, take it all,” Angel babbled as the waves of his orgasm washed over him. “My perfect boy, my sweet Bambi.”

Finally, the pleasure subsided and Angel relaxed back against the mattress, releasing Alastor’s hair so that he could pull off. Alastor took a deep breath. His lips and chin were dripping with saliva and Angel’s cum, his cheek still sporting the red kiss mark.

“Oh Bambi,” Angel whispered, resting back against the pillows and throwing an arm over his eyes as he panted. “Your mouth is s-ah!”

Angel jumped when he felt Alastor’s tongue glide gently over his sensitive pussy. The warm tongue slid through the slick folds, lapping at the cum beginning to drip from Angel’s cunt. In response, Angel spread his legs and rocked down into the attention.

“Such an eager boy,” Angel gasped as Alastor diligently cleaned him.

Alastor hummed in agreement and sucked gently on Angel’s clit, rolling his tongue over the little bud. Angel shuddered, the heat of another climax building already. Alastor thrust his long tongue inside, pressing up and making Angel cry out.

“That’s it Bambi, mommy’s getting so close!” Angel whimpered as he was worked, giving himself over to Alastor’s attention. “Ya like tasting yourself inside me?”

No answer came at first, just a soft whimpering from between Angel’s spread legs. Pulling out his tongue, Alastor lapped at the slick folds as he watched Angel writhing. “Want mommy to cum again.”

“Mommy wants to cum again too,” Angel panted. “Use that tongue, Bambi.”

With that Angel pushed Alastor back down between his thighs. Alastor opened his mouth around him and sucked gently at Angel’s clit. Two fingers slid easily into Angel’s pussy, aided by the cum leaking from inside. Crooking his fingers up, Alastor thrust them into Angel’s most sensitive spot in fast, short movements, feeling his walls tighten around them.

Between the residual sensitivity of his previous climaxes, the tongue working his clit and the fingers fucking inside him, Angel couldn’t last. With a long, low moan he came hard around Alastor’s fingers, pushing down onto his waiting tongue. As he rode out the rapture Alastor lapped languidly at his dripping pussy, teasing and coaxing all the pleasure he could from it until Angel began to whimper with sensitivity. Pressing a few last kisses to the soaked lips, Alastor pulled back.

“You’re so beautiful when you cum, mommy,” Alastor said as he rested his cheek on Angel’s trembling leg to watch him shivering through the last shock waves of pleasure. “I love making you feel good.”

“I feel the same about you,” Angel panted, trying to catch his breath. “Ya did such a good job.”

As they lay there, coming down from the heights of pleasure, Angel reached down and hauled Alastor up the bed. Giving a small sound of surprise Alastor allowed it, squirming a bit when Angel covered his face with kisses, moving from one cheek to the other, covering the bridge of his nose. Alastor put up a half hearted attempt to hide from the attention but Angel would not be deterred. When he finally pulled back to look at him, the lipstick marks covered Alastor’s dazed and kiss drunk face.

“As tempting a picture ya make, it’s time to get cleaned up,” Angel said, though he didn’t want to move.

“But I want to stay here,” Alastor said, holding tighter to Angel and closing his eyes. “It’s too nice to move.”

“Come on,” Angel said as he carefully extracted himself from Alastor’s arms though it broke his heart a little to do so.

Sitting up he toed off his heels at last, flexing his ankles a bit to relax them. When he stood and turned around, Alastor was holding tight to a pillow, peering up with pleading eyes. Angel put his hands on his hips.

“So pitiful looking,” Angel said with a teasing voice. “Are ya going to be naughty?”

“I’m so sleepy, mommy,” Alastor said defensively. He was truly putting it on thick, trying to test Angel's patience.

“C’mere then,” Angel said and not to be deterred leaned down to scoop him up.

Somewhat shocked, Alastor scrabbled for a hold of Angel’s shoulders. Angel just laughed as he carried Alastor with ease to the bathroom. There he carefully sat Alastor on a bench in their large walk-in shower. Stepping out, Alastor gave a small sound of protest when Angel pulled away.

“Just a minute, Bambi,” Angel said as he took the wig off, fluffing his hair back into place. It was quickly followed by the lingerie, left scattered about the bathroom floor. Angel kissed Alastor’s cheek when he returned. “That’s my patient boy.”

Turning the water on, Angel stood in the way of the spray until it was warm enough, finally stepping aside so that Alastor could feel the heat. Ears flattened against his head, Alastor sat unhappily under the spray as it soaked him. 

“Poor Bambi, forced to take a bath by his mean mommy,” Angel chuckled. Alastor said nothing, but his tail flicked water on Angel’s legs.

Angel took two wash cloths, using one set of hands to wash himself and the other to bathe Alastor. As grumpy as the stag was to be getting wet, he allowed Angel to do what he pleased, even relaxing when Angel massaged shampoo into his hair. Carefully, Angel ran his nails over Alastor’s scalp, focusing around the base of his antlers. Angel knew each and every one of Alastor’s favorite ways to be touched and looked forward to the opportunity to check them off his mental list. He had joyfully learned these things by heart, carving them into his memory as if in stone.

Ears flicking, Alastor hummed his gratitude into the steaming air. Smiling, Angel gently scratched Alastor’s back as he washed him, earning a full body shiver. Bit by bit, the nearly omnipresent tension in Alastor’s muscles melted away under Angel’s careful attentions.

“See? It’s not so bad now is it?” Angel asked as he rinsed Alastor’s hair, careful not to let the soap run into his eyes.

“Not so bad,” Alastor repeated quietly, eyes closed as he allowed himself to be manipulated. Ever so gently, Angel washed the lipstick marks from his cheeks. Alastor scrunched up his face as the make-up was cleaned away, the cute expression making Angel’s heart ache. He took a little longer cleaning the lipstick than he should have, committing Alastor’s silly expression to memory.

Once they were both clean, Angel cut the water and retrieved their towels. Alastor stayed put while Angel wrapped him in the towel’s embrace, helping to wipe the water from his skin. As he dried Alastor’s hair, he took time to rub soothing circles around the base of Alastor’s ears. Once they were no longer dripping Angel lifted Alastor again, carrying him back to the bed. 

Retrieving their pajamas, Angel dressed himself and then helped Alastor. Even though he didn’t need so much assistance, Angel enjoyed doing it anyway. After many decades of cutting himself off from everyone, he found caring for Alastor therapeutic to say the least and everything he ever desired to say the most. In this way he could give Alastor all the affection he wanted to, and Alastor, otherwise stubbornly refusing to ask for what he wanted most, could accept it without fuss.

Not for the first time, Angel reflected how well they complimented each other. To think there had been a time when he thought this sort of balance would be impossible, that Alastor would never truly want him to stay. But it was hard to believe that Heaven could be found in Hell at all.

“There we go,” Angel said, fixing the last button on Alastor’s sleep shirt. “All ready for bed.”

Instead of an answer, Angel was pulled into a hug, Alastor’s face hidden in his chest fluff. Relaxing, Angel wrapped two arms around him, using the other two to pet his ears. The music from the record player went on and the low light of the candles flickered.

“I need to blow the candles out,” Angel said quietly after a time. Alastor held to him tighter, Angel’s heart ached at the gesture. “Oh, Bambi…”

The air of the room stirred and all of the candles extinguished themselves. In the dark, a shadow slinked about and the music stopped. In the silence that followed came the summery sound of a chorus of crickets and frogs. Angel had never heard its like anywhere else in Hell and he had come to realize it was just another charm of their little oasis. A memory from Alastor’s life on earth that he shared only with Angel.

“Thank you for getting that,” Angel said as he turned the blankets down. “Let’s get comfortable, hm?”

Alastor finally pulled away and crawled in between the covers. Settling against the pillows he waited for Angel to join him before pulling him close, holding on tight. Angel lay back and pulled Alastor so that he could rest his head on Angel’s chest. Once they were comfortable, Angel began trailing that same featherlight touch over Alastor’s arms, one hand rubbing slow circles onto his back. There in the embrace of the night and the man he so loved, Angel felt utterly at peace.

“Sleepy, Bambi?” Angel asked as they lay comfortably together.

“Yes, very much so,” Alastor answered. Shifting, he leaned up to press a kiss to Angel’s cheek. “Thank you for taking such good care of me.”

Perhaps it was the tenor of his voice or the way that Alastor fit himself back against his side, but Angel could tell he had returned to himself. If asked to put it into words, Angel would be at a loss. Certain things couldn’t be quantified when they passed one to another through the synced beating of hearts and sharing of breath.

“I love doing it,” Angel said softly. “Ya deserve it, taking care of me like ya have all this time.”

“Sometimes I worry it’s a burden to you,” Alastor whispered, almost too quietly to hear. “Such an odd thing, to need so much reassurance."

“Hey,” Angel said, cupping a hand to Alastor’s cheek to stop his fussing. “Smiles, I love being so affectionate with ya. I like assuring ya, spoilin’ ya. I think it takes bravery to be so open with someone else. It’s flattering that ya trust me like that.”

“You’re sure you don’t see it as some… strange imposition that a customer may have asked for?”

And there it was, Alastor’s greatest fear; that he might remind Angel of the men that once used him. However it had never even crossed Angel’s mind to compare them. And how could he explain it? Alastor had turned his home into a shrine of his love. Adorning every wall with a glimpse through his own eyes, Alastor made it known beyond shadow of doubt the esteem in which he held Angel- only the highest.

“Al, I’ve never had anything like this before,” Angel said truthfully though he struggled to put it to words. “It’s everything I wanted and never knew I needed. And I never want to share it with anyone else. Maybe some day I’ll be better at talkin’ about it, but for now ya just gotta trust me. I love ya, I love having this with ya, and I love showing ya how much I care for ya.”

Softly, Alastor replied, “I love it too, Angel.”

“I’m so glad, Alastor.” Angel said truthfully, giving him a little squeeze. “But for now ya need to go to sleep.”

Closing his eyes and nuzzling into Angel’s chest, Alastor whispered, “Yes, mommy.”

“Good night, Bambi,” Angel said, kissing the top of his head one more time before relaxing back on his pillow and drifting off as well.

Chapter Text

Convincing Alastor to have a television in the house had been an act of congress and Angel considered it his greatest accomplishment to date. In the end the checkmate had come when Angel stayed at Cherri’s apartment to watch his favorite shows and arrived home unapologetic and feigned ignorance to Alastor’s abundantly obvious pouting.

The night of victory came when Angel arrived home late after a short marathon to find Alastor sitting at the piano. He’d never seen a more pitiful sight than Alastor at the bench pressing the same key over and over, ears and tail drooping miserably.

Angel had felt a small amount of guilt and rather a lot of amusement. The great Radio Demon, scourge of Pentagram City, laid low by his husband’s TV habits. Though it took a bit more prodding, Alastor had agreed to it on the premise that he would be the one to spend the time watching with Angel. 

“It’s just that they’re so ugly.” Alastor complained, sour in defeat.

“I can fix it so that it goes with the rest of the house, don’t worry,” Angel promised.

And he’d done just that. The television was placed in a sitting room that saw primary use by Angel. Mounted on the wall, it was concealed from obvious view by a gilded frame to match the ornate French style of all others in their house. When it wasn’t in use it cycled through various famous paintings on the screen.

“I suppose that’s fine,” Alastor said reluctantly as he crossed his arms and fixed the TV with a resentful glare.

“C’mon Al, we’ll still have radio nights. It’s just now we can curl up and I can show you some of my favorite series!” Angel said, leaning in to kiss Alastor’s cheek. Just to be a tease he added, “Maybe I could put on one of my old self shot videos, huh?”

Not to be outdone Alastor turned to him with a wicked grin and said, “Why mon cher, if I wanted a show I would just ask nicely. You’re really very bad at denying me.”

“I guess you’re right,” Angel sighed though he tucked the idea away for later.

Nearly three weeks passed before Alastor even returned to the room. He found Angel curled up on the tufted pink sofa buried under a pile of blankets watching a period drama. Angel stared transfixed as he watched a dressing scene, depicting the layers of clothing being carefully donned before the ball. Somewhat surprised, Alastor lingered to watch.

“What’s this?” He asked.

“Oh, it’s a show about a duchess,” Angel said. “She’s got beef with the queen and she’d about to show her up at a ball.”

“Not in those pearls,” Alastor scoffed. “Rubies would be far more appropriate for that dress.”

“You just like red things,” Angel retorted. “I think the pearls look nice.”

“Do you now?” Alastor raised a brow at him.

“Yeah, I always liked ‘em. I mean, I never had any real jewels or anything so what do I know? But I read this book once where this guy bought his fiancé a string of pearls that was like five feet long. Even when it was wrapped a few times it hung down to her waist,” Angel sighed, a faint smile touching his lips. “I always thought that was the sweetest thing.”

Alastor’s eyes flicked from Angel to the screen and back again. 

“Is that so,” he said thoughtfully.

“I know that tone and don’t you dare,” Angel shot him a pointed look. 

“What? I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” Alastor said innocently. “I have some paperwork to finish for Charlie. How much longer is left in this motion picture?”

“It’s a movie, Alastor.”

“That’s what I said, motion picture.”

“You can call it a movie.”

“Fine, a talkie then.”

Putting his face in his hands, Angel shook his head. “Like twenty minutes.”

“Are there others like it?” Alastor asked.

“Yeah, this is one of a trilogy. Why?” Angel looked at him skeptically.

“I suppose if it’s such a well done production about things of import then I wouldn’t mind giving it a try.” Alastor said magnanimously.

“Really?” Angel perked up, grinning but not wanting to be too hopeful. “You’d do that?”

“What could it hurt?” Alastor said, tone dismissive.

“I’ll put on the first one!” Angel said. “That one’s so good. Maybe the best. And if ya like it we can watch the others.”

“That would be agreeable,” Alastor replied as he turned and headed back for the hallway. “I promise not to be more than an hour.”

“Sure!” Angel said and settled back into his blanket nest to wait excitedly. 

Hardly able to focus on the movie, Angel repeatedly checked his phone for the time. Overhead in Alastor’s office there was mostly silence although as the movie was ending there came the distinct sound of footsteps walking across the second floor and the click of their bedroom door.

In a rush, Angel jumped up and changed the movies out. The menu screen appeared, showing an eighteenth century vanity. To keep himself busy Angel rearranged his nest of blankets on the couch to make room for Alastor, fluffing the pillows and piling them just so. Even if Alastor hated watching TV, Angel was determined to make it enjoyable for him.

He’d managed to make sex fun, surely he could make couch cuddles just as nice.

However, time passed on and Alastor did not appear. Angel reflexively checked his phone, wondering what his husband was doing. Surely Alastor wasn’t going to back out. He hated TV but he wasn’t the kind to go back on his word once he had said he would do something.

It wasn’t entirely impossible that Alastor was making him wait in petty revenge for all the nights Angel had stayed late at Cherri’s for viewing parties.

Around the hour mark Angel wondered if he should go upstairs and check on him. If he was being a brat then two could play that game. Luckily just as Angel was about to get up, he heard the door closing upstairs and footsteps coming down to the first floor.

Alastor appeared in the doorway, dressed in one of Angel’s tee shirts and a pair of shorts. Nearly swooning, Angel yanked him down into their shared nest. The stag put up a bit of a struggle, trying to get away from his husband’s kisses but Angel had the advantage with an extra set of arms and the experience of wrestling an older brother. Try as he might to escape, Alastor eventually succumbed to his fate and allowed himself to be showered with kisses. Though he didn’t look terribly pleased, Angel knew he didn’t hate it.

“Angel, cher, must you man-handle me like your little piglet?” Alastor groused.

“Yes!” Angel said, placing a final kiss to the tip of Alastor’s nose. “Especially when ya look so cute. And I dunno what you expect. You know that I love it when you wear my clothes.”

“Are you quite finished?” The stag asked.

“I am now, yeah,” Angel replied with a smile. 

“Good. Let’s see what all the fuss is about,” Alastor said. 

Angel started the movie and settled with his back against the arm of the couch, legs sprawled along the length. In much the same manner as a cat, Alastor shifted about before laying down on his side with his head on the spider’s chest.

On screen the opening credits showed over a backdrop of rolling countryside and carefully manicured gardens. On the couch, Alastor forlornly traced a finger over Angel’s heart.

“Can I help you?” Angel asked, glancing at his husband with a raised brow.

“You’re not as fluffy with tee shirts on,” Alastor lamented.

“Smiles, if my fluff wasn’t contained ya couldn’t see the screen,” Angel pointed out.

“A small price to pay,” Alastor replied.

“Well, you magic me up a pair a’ real tits and then you’ll get ya pillow back,” Angel said.

“Is that an invitation?”

“Maybe later,” Angel snorted. “C’mon, it’s starting.”

Mercifully, Alastor quieted down. Through the opening scenes Angel watched for his husband’s reactions from the corner of his eye. It was amusing to find that Alastor’s ears flicked around when the soundtrack score changed. Like little radars they turned toward the TV when a melody played that he liked.

Trying not to let on that he had noticed, Angel forced himself to focus on the screen. There the duchess read a letter while a handmaiden dressed her. The camera panned over the close details of her fine silk dress and Angel let out a sigh. Alastor’s ear swiveled toward him.

“What is it, mo ange?” Alastor asked.

“Hm? Nothin’, I just like the clothes,” Angel said. “I mean, I like everything about these movies. But the clothes especially.”

“This isn’t exactly the sort of motion picture I would expect you to watch,” Alastor admitted. “I’m curious what about them appeals to you so.”

“I got into ‘em when I worked at the studio,” Angel said. “Not a lot to do except get high and watch TV between filming. These just looked so drastically different from my life it was kinda like an escape.”

“I see,” Alastor said thoughtfully.

“Not to mention the tension comes largely from battles of wit or endurance. Usually the heroine has to use her mind to outsmart someone or stay strong under pressure, like in a shit marriage. They always come out on top,” Angel said quietly. “They always get a happy ending.”

Alastor looked up at him, watching Angel watch the screen.

“Don’t worry about it,” Angel told him. “It’s all in the past now.”

“Angel-“

“Smiles, I’m livin’ my ‘happily ever after’ right now, right here with you,” Angel said with a smile. “Don’t feel bad for me. I’ve got everything I ever wanted and then some. I couldn’t be happier.”

“Not even if you had a ten foot string of pearls?”

“It was five feet.”

“I said what I said.”

With a small chuckle Angel pressed a kiss to Alastor’s hair. “Let’s just watch the movie, huh?”

They watched on in relative peace. Every now and then Alastor asked for clarification and Angel, knowing the films by heart, answered all questions with ease. Angel pointed out his favorite scene, a game played in the garden by several ladies wearing airy cotton dresses with ruffled sleeves and hems. Wide brimmed straw hats dripping with ribbons that fluttered on the breeze.

The duchess and her friends wove crowns from wildflowers and ivy vines, coronating each other. Their lunch was served, small sandwiches and the most picturesque little cakes that never failed to make Angel hungry no matter how many times he watched. Picking up a strawberry nearly the size of her fist, the duchess chattered on.

A gloved hand encircled her wrist and held it still so that a lord could take a bite from the strawberry. The duchess turned in surprise to see her love interest returned from the front lines of some war. When she realized who it was, she threw her arms around him.

Angel sighed, smiling to himself as the lovers reunited on screen. Alastor’s ear twitched in irritation, though his husband didn’t seem to care.

The other ladies from the garden party excused themselves and went back inside the great country manor, leaving the two alone. In the garden the soldier kissed the duchess and eased her down onto the picnic blanket in the grass. Her crown fell off and she reached up to put it on his head instead as he pushed the hem of her dress up her lovely thigh. The shots changed to show the lord’s muscled back and a discarded skirt.

Alastor’s attention shifted entirely to Angel, watching him watch the couple on screen. Ever petulant, his eyes narrowed when Angel didn’t return his gaze.

As the movie played out, Angel felt movement, then Alastor’s nose nuzzling against the line of his jaw. Giving a little hum, Angel absently returned the affection but kept his attention on the movie. When he didn’t respond beyond a little nudge, Alastor switched tactics.

Lips pressed to Angel’s neck, lingering. His arm around Alastor’s waist tightened to pull him closer in acknowledgement though Angel tried to keep his attention on the movie. Determined to win his husband’s attention Alastor trailed kisses down the slope of Angel’s neck, teasing the tip of his tongue over the places he knew Angel liked most.

“Smiles,” Angel tried to sound annoyed but failed miserably. “I know ya can’t see the screen with ya face in my hair.”

“But darling, this is a much better view,” Alastor returned in an innocent tone. “You’re far more beautiful than any landscape or jewel.”

Blushing, Angel squeezed him again, “I thought ya were going to give the movie a chance.”

“Mo shagrin, mo cher,” Alastor said as he settled down again to watch.

Satisfied that things had settled down, Angel allowed himself to be pulled back into the movie. He hardly noticed when Alastor shifted atop of him, moving one leg between Angel’s. For a time Alastor was still but eventually he tilted his head up to kiss Angel’s neck again.

As much as Angel wanted to be annoyed, he didn’t mind. Really he should have known that Alastor wouldn’t be able to sit still through a movie and that given their proximity would prefer to demand Angel’s attention for himself. And who could truly complain about being kissed so affectionately? Still, he felt as though he had to try one last time to wrangle his husband into line.

“Smiles, that’s not movie watching now, is it?” Angel said.

The wicked stag leveraged his knee into the couch cushion, pressing his thigh between Angel’s and leaned up to whispered in his ear, “But mommy, it’s so hard to focus when I have you right here.”

A full body shiver overtook Angel as Alastor sucked a small mark onto his neck. Before Angel could realize what was happening Alastor thrust against his hip, letting Angel feel his half hard cock. Eyes going wide in surprise, Angel glanced down at the stag who gazed back with barely concealed lust.

“Are you okay?” Angel blurted before he could stop himself, not used to Alastor initiating in such a way. The question sounded stupid even to his own ears.

“I’m always okay when I’m with you, mommy,” Alastor answered, moving his hand down Angel’s stomach to tease his fingertips along the waistband of Angel’s shorts. “Can I please…?”

Heat rising in his face, Angel deliberated. Between the hungry look in Alastor’s eyes and the tangible interest against his hip his mind short circuited, going momentarily blank. Unable to find his tongue Angel nodded and Alastor’s hand disappeared into his pants. 

“A-Alastor,” Angel sighed as the stag’s fingers teased a light touch over the slitted sheath that concealed his awakening cock. 

“I thought I was your Bambi,” Alastor whined as he thrust against Angel. “I thought I was your good boy.”

“Distracting me isn’t exactly good behavior,” Angel said, his mind struggling to catch up. The fingers tracing circles around his most intimate places proved a potent distraction.

“But I’m supposed to ask nicely when I want something,” Alastor reasoned.

“What is it you want, Bambi?” Angel managed to ask.

“I want you,” Alastor whispered sweetly, pressing a kiss to Angel’s lips. “I want to feel you inside of me.”

“Fuck,” Angel swore under his breath as all the blood in his body quickly rushed south. 

“Please,” Alastor begged, rutting against him in a steady pace, now fully hard. Fingers sliding through the lips of Angel’s pussy he whimpered. “You’re so wet, mommy…”

“Let’s go upstairs,” Angel said, finally managing to grasp his senses and reaching down to still Alastor’s hips. “I’ll get you ready.”

“You don’t need to,” Alastor said as he trailed kisses along Angel’s jaw. Before Angel could ask what he meant, Alastor took his hand and guided it into his own pants. 

Confused, Angel followed his direction and froze when he felt a slick wetness between Alastor’s thighs. Brows knit in confusion he met Alastor’s heavy gaze with a questioning look.

“I already took care of it,” Alastor purred, returning to his task of kissing up and down Angel’s neck. “I’m all ready for you.”

Pressing a finger into Alastor, Angel struggled to make sense of things. This was what had taken Alastor so long, why he had left the office and gone to their bedroom for nearly a half hour. To confirm, Angel pressed another finger inside and heard Alastor take in a sharp, pleasured gasp. The third went in easily and earned a long, low whimper that threatened to make Angel lose himself then and there but something nagged at the back of his mind.

It occurred to Angel then that this entire situation was premeditated. Alastor had never intended to watch the movie all the way through- he’d only wanted to steal Angel’s attention back for himself. Annoyed, Angel decided that if Alastor wanted his attention so badly, he could have it.

But he would, in fact, regret it.

Adjusting the angle of his wrist, Angel pressed further inside Alastor. When he found his target, Alastor’s teeth sank into his shoulder and his whole body went rigid. Starting a slow rhythm Angel thrust his fingers in and out, making sure to rub the sensitive place inside the stag each time. The chorus of moans that spilled from Alastor’s lips was nothing compared to the involuntary thrusting of Alastor’s hips.

“Poor Bambi,” Angel said sweetly, holding Alastor close as he continued to work him up. One of his hands reached up to gently rub Alastor’s ears. “All worked up and ready for me, and I didn’t notice.”

“I-it was awful,” Alastor began to pant, head dropping onto Angel’s shoulder. “But I knew mommy would take care of me.”

“You want more?” Angel asked as he kept the same steady pace.

“Y-yes,” Alastor replied.

“Is that how you ask nicely?” Angel prompted.

“P-please mommy, I want your cock,” Alastor moaned, clutching Angel’s shirt. 

“Is that so?” Angel thrust his fingers in harder. He had to resist the temptation to roll his eyes. Alastor almost never spoke like that unprompted, especially before they’d even really begun. “I’m not so sure you should get it.”

“Please,” Alastor gasped. “Please, I want it!”

“I don’t know that you’ve been good enough.”

“W-what?” Alastor asked, confusion making it’s way through the haze of his mind.

“I don’t know that you’ve been good enough,” Angel repeated, fisting a hand in Alastor’s hair and pulling his head carefully back to meet his eyes. “Considering you were planning on distracting me.”

Alastor’s eyes went wide, realizing he’d been caught. Trying to defend himself he opened his mouth to say something but only managed to moan in disappointment when Angel withdrew his fingers. 

“I ought to fuck you to the edge and leave you there,” Angel said, looking over Alastor’s face. His cheeks were flushed and eyes dark and heavy. It wouldn’t take much more to put Alastor on the edge.

“M-mommy-“ Alastor said but cut off when Angel gave a small tug to his hair.

“If you’re going to act like a brat, you’ll be treated as a brat,” Angel said and held out a hand. “Summon a crop. Now.”

Shivering, Alastor summoned a shadowy riding crop into Angel’s waiting palm. Grasping the handle, Angel shifted and sat up.

“Bend over,” Angel instructed.

Hesitantly Alastor laid across Angel’s lap, settling on the couch. Angel pulled the shorts down and off. Alastor looked back at him over his shoulder, eyes half lidded and full of guilt.

“Have anything to say for yourself?” Angel asked.

“I’m sorry, mommy,” Alastor replied softly, his ears pinned back. “I only wanted to have some fun.”

“Then you should have waited and asked nicely,” Angel said, tapping the crop against the back of Alastor’s thighs. “Do you really want it, or do you just want attention?”

The stag nodded, ears twitching. “I really do want to.”

“I’ll consider it, but only if you behave. Understood?”

Alastor nodded, “I understand. I’ll be good.”

“You’ll get fifteen strikes. I want to hear you count each one. If you don’t count, we’ll have to start over.” Angel said. “Ready?”

“Yes ma’am,” Alastor said as he pulled a pillow to his chest and lay his head on it. In anticipation he lifted his tail out of the way.

Running the crop up the back of Alastor’s thighs, Angel took a moment to appreciate the sight before lifting the crop and bringing it swiftly down again. It connected with skin, making a sharp slap and causing Alastor to wince.

“One,” he counted, voice muffled by the pillow.

Aiming for Alastor’s thighs, Angel brought the crop down again.

“Mm, two,” Alastor said.

Angel continued, making Alastor jump with each strike. Every connecting hit in a slightly different place than the last to prevent Alastor from feeling any true discomfort. A red flush bloomed across Alastor’s ass, crimson lines decorating his skin. Angel could feel Alastor’s cock pressing against his legs and the slick wetness of the dripping precum smearing across his thigh. The only other times they had tried this, Angel had used his hand. Alastor had been the one to suggest it, through several off handed comments and the punishment had been met with modest contrition. 

As instructed, Alastor kept count. Each additional number coming with thicker and thicker static distortion in his voice. His tail twitched with the effort of being held up. Between strikes Alastor shifted a bit, his breath becoming heavier and heavier as the pain settled in. After the thirteenth strike Angel paused and gently smoothed a hand over the irritated flesh. Alastor jumped in response but relaxed somewhat, tears soaking his lashes and making them cling together as he looked over his shoulder at Angel with unfocused eyes. 

“Two more Bambi,” Angel said. “You can take it.”

“C-could…” Alastor’s voice trailed off and he hid his face in the pillow.

“Could what, Bambi?” Angel asked. “You can tell me. If we need to stop or wait, I need you to tell me.”

Alastor hesitated a moment, uncertain before he mumbled out, “Could you hit me harder?”

“Harder?” Angel asked, a little surprised. “Are you sure?”

Alastor only nodded, keeping his face in the pillow.

“Okay, Bambi. But I don’t hear counting,” Angel said warningly.

Lifting the crop he brought it down across the swell of Alastor’s ass with a little more force.

“H-harder,” Alastor whimpered. Still, he did not count.

Trusting the stag, Angel brought the crop down again, the sound loud enough to cover the audio from the TV. Alastor gripped the pillow tighter and moaned sonorously into it but again he did not count. The sound of static rolled through the air like a peal of thunder as the pain peaked and returned to the steady dull throb.

“That’s two you didn’t count. We’re starting over,” Angel said.

“Yes, mommy,” Alastor said, an almost hungry edge to his voice. 

The crop came down hard across the backs of his thighs and Alastor’s whole body tensed up. He unintentionally rocked his cock against Angel’s leg with the motion, leaking into the downy white fur.

“One,” Alastor drew the word out, relishing in the pain. Angel spanked him again.

“T-two!” Alastor cried.

Each strike brought out more of a reaction from the stag. When Angel tested striking the same place twice in a row, he was sure that Alastor was going to cum then and there. His cock pulsed against Angel’s thigh, leaking generously. His tail, like the rest of him, trembled visibly. Angel decided not to repeat the experiment, as this was technically supposed to be a punishment but the way that Alastor gave himself over was almost too distracting for him to care. They reached the final two strikes again and Alastor looked desperate with his lips parted and tear tracks running down his cheeks.

“Fuck,” Angel whispered as he took him in. In all their years together, Alastor had rarely ever looked so submissive or engrossed in their intimacy. “Two left, Bambi. Think you can hold out for me?”

“Yes ma’am,” Alastor breathed, panting. “I can do it.”

“Prove it,” Angel said before grabbing a handful of Alastor’s hair and pulling his head up. “On your knees. You don’t get to rub on my thighs.”

“Y-yes ma’am,” Alastor said as he pushed himself up on his elbows and knees, still holding tight to the pillow.

Once the stag was off his lap, Angel saw just how much he had leaked onto his thigh. Chest heaving with each breath, Alastor balanced himself over Angel’s lap, spreading his legs. Running the crop along the slick underside of Alastor’s heavy, dripping cock, Angel hummed in disapproval.

“Look at you, about to cum and I’ve hardly even touched you,” Angel said. “And I thought you were my good boy.”

“I-I am,” Alastor groaned, cock twitching. “‘m your good boy.”

“Good boys don’t get off to their punishment. They apologize,” Angel said.

“I’m sorry! Mo shagrin, I promise,” Alastor begged breathlessly.

Angel didn’t say anything, just thwacked the curve of Alastor’s reddened ass. Clutching the pillows, Alastor cried out as his cock pulsed, dripping more precum onto Angel’s legs. 

“Fourteen!” Alastor breathed. “Again, please!”

“Begging for it? I think you’re enjoying this too much,” Angel said as he trailed the crop over the rosy marks on Alastor’s ass. “Maybe I should just leave you like this.”

It would be something, putting Alastor on his knees and letting him beg for it. Angel might even fuck his mouth, provided that Alastor wouldn’t get off on it. What a picture Alastor would make on his knees, Angel’s cum painted across his rosy cheeks and kiss swollen lips- Angel forced his train of thought to stop there, his own cock throbbing painfully in his pants.

“No!” Alastor gasped desperately. “No, mommy please, I just want to be good for you.”

“Then do as you’re told,” Angel said and pulling Alastor’s hair, brought down the hardest strike yet on Alastor’s thighs.

“F-fifteen!” Alastor cried out, unable to hide his face in the pillow. Tail quivering violently his whole body tensed up. A bone deep shiver overtook him but he managed not to cum. Impressed, Angel put the crop down and petted Alastor’s thigh as gently as he could.

“Have you learned your lesson, Bambi?” Angel asked quietly, feeling the raised welts over Alastor’s ass.

“Yes, mommy,” Alastor said, pushing back into the attention. “I promise not to do it again.”

“Are you going to be a good boy?” Angel asked, rubbing the base of Alastor’s tail.

“Yes ma’am, I’ll be good for you,” Alastor whimpered as he was soothed. 

“Very well,” Angel said. One hand dipping his fingers between Alastor’s thighs to search out the tight ring of muscle and press inside, the other tugging his tail slightly. “Tell me what you want, Bambi.”

“I-I want mommy to fuck me,” Alastor gasped. “Please.”

“Move up, then,” Angel said, directing Alastor to shift to the side so that he could get up. 

Alastor complied, moving to one end of the couch and trying to regain some semblance of control over himself. Despite a valiant struggle, he still strained to remain steady on the soft cushions beneath him. Worried, Angel got up and stacked a few pillows under Alastor’s chest to help support him. Using two arms to keep him steady Angel guided Alastor to lay against them comfortably. Alastor was so lost to his ravenous desire he could do nothing but comply.

Kneeling by the side of the couch he leaned in to kiss Alastor, trailing his tongue along the stag’s lips. Dazed and distracted Alastor could do little more than open his mouth to allow Angel’s tongue inside. Holding the nape of Alastor’s neck to keep him in place Angel took his time exploring his open mouth before biting his lip. Whimpering, Alastor accepted it readily.

Pulling back, Angel took a moment to appreciate Alastor’s swollen, wet lips and feverish, overwhelmed expression. The stag looked ready to drown in his own desperation and Angel couldn’t allow that. Gently, Angel stroked his hair a few times before kissing his hot cheek to call him back to himself. Closing his eyes, Alastor sighed in relief at the tender touches. Pulling away, Angel moved behind Alastor to kneel on the couch. 

Obediently, Alastor spread his legs without having to be asked, his reddened ass spread and on display to Angel. Using his lower hands Angel held Alastor’s hips in place. With the top two he lowered his shorts and pulled out his own throbbing erection. Using the generous precum leaking from the slit Angel stroked himself a few times. The sight of Alastor’s submission made his cock throb in his fist.

“Ready, Bambi?” Angel asked, already well aware of the answer.

“Yes mommy,” Alastor said. “Please.”

Holding tight to Alastor’s hips, Angel lined himself up and slowly pressed in. Radio static buzzed over the speakers, nearly drowning out Alastor’s loud, wanton moan. Coming to rest fully inside of him, Angel paused and waited, feeling Alastor trembling beneath him and tightening around him reflexively.

“Relax,” Angel said, gently squeezing his hips. His two free hands petted up and down the curve of his spine, thumbs rubbing slow circles into the muscle of his lower back.  “Relax for me, Bambi.”

Alastor gave no answer but slowly gave into the soothing attentions. Keeping his face pressed into the pillows, he clutched the cushions supporting him with a vice like grip. When Angel was satisfied that he had relaxed enough he gave an experimental thrust, drawing out a musical but muted moan from his husband.

“That’s no good,” Angel said. Gripping Alastor by the hair, Angel pulled his head back. “I wanna hear you, Bambi.”

“Y-yes mommy!” Alastor whimpered.

With that Angel began a slow and measured pace before quickly picking up speed and finding a short, fast rhythm. Alastor sang out his pleasure as he was fucked, Angel struggling not to succumb to the sight before him then and there. Staying focused was a chore when Alastor arched his back into the thrusts and pushed back eagerly against him, trying to coax Angel even deeper inside. Angel was certain he’d never been so enthralled with their intimacy, lost entirely to the moment.

“What are you, Bambi?” Angel panted, pulsing inside Alastor as he buried himself over and over in the tight, wet heat.

“I-I’m your good boy!” Alastor cried out. 

“That’s exactly right,” Angel said, grasping Alastor’s tail and tugging lightly at it.

“M-mommy I’m so close,” Alastor whined. “Please, please-“

“Not yet,” Angel gasped out, feeling his own pleasure mounting. “Not yet, Bambi.”

“Mommy-“

“Beg,” Angel commanded. 

“P-please mommy, I want it so bad,” Alastor said. “I need it!”

The broken sound of Alastor’s voice and the way he tightened around Angel threatened to send him over the edge. Using Alastor’s hips as leverage, Angel pulled him back to meet each thrust.

“I’ll be good, I’ll do what mommy says, I promise!” Alastor begged desperately, voice thick with static. “Just please cum inside me!”

Expecting to hear Alastor pleading for his own release, Angel was caught off guard by the words. Unable to hold on any longer he gave a few more rough thrusts and buried himself as deep inside of Alastor as he could, spilling his release into him.

“Yes!” Alastor cried, pushing back against him. “Mommy, fill me up!”

Angel moaned loudly as he felt Alastor tightening around him, the sensation of being filled pushing him finally over the edge. They rode out their climax, moving in tandem as they coaxed the pleasure from one another.

Alastor shook hard, trembling violently beneath Angel as the waves of his orgasm washed over him. Having never seen him like this, Angel caught him around the waist and eased them both back down onto the couch, pulling Alastor close against his chest.

Wrapping his arms around Angel, Alastor let the tremors over take him, his ears flattened back as Angel stroked his hair and rubbed his back, whispering encouragements to him. For a while they stayed like that, the credits of the movie playing out on the screen. Soundtrack score filled the room, providing soothing instrumental themes to keep the silence at bay. 

“You did so good, Bambi,” Angel sighed, gently squeezing him in his arms. “I’ve got you, I’m right here. Such a good boy for me.”

Unable to respond, Alastor merely lay on top of him, waves of tension washing over him slowly. Angel held him close, chest to chest, enjoying the feeling of their pulses slowing and falling effortlessly into sync. Whatever bond it was that connected them pulled taught, a lifeline in the tempest of existence leading them into the shelter of safe harbor. 

At last Alastor shifted, relaxing bonelessly against Angel. Feeling somewhat relieved at the motion, Angel hummed a tune low in his chest. Over their years together Alastor had played thousands of songs for him; at the piano, on the record player, over the radio. Some he favored more than others and Angel had come to know them by heart. Lacking any magic that could commandeer the airwaves he settled for singing to his husband, as he did now.

The music had the desired effect, lulling Alastor into a sense of serenity. His breathing evened out, chest rising and falling steadily. In the low light of the TV screen they lay wrapped up in one another. It was just as well that the room was dark- neither cared to see anything but the other. 

Slowly, Alastor came back to himself, blinking the lust from his eyes and looking up at Angel. Struggling to focus his gaze he panted, “I-I didn’t think it could feel like that.”

“Yeah?” Angel asked as he smoothed Alastor’s hair back from his face. “You had me kinda worried for a second.”

“W-why?” Alastor asked.

“Just how hard you were shaking. Asking me to hit you harder,” Angel said quietly. “You’re not usually so into it.”

“I-I’ve suspected I would enjoy it for some time now, but I never thought you’d agree to it,” Alastor said, casting his eyes down. “It never seemed like the right time to explain, nor did I have the words.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” Angel said. “Not when you want something like that. All you have to do is ask.”

Exhausted, Alastor laid his head on Angel’s chest. “It’s difficult sometimes, to admit that I want this at all. Much less anything… extra. It’s easier in comparison to just accept when it’s offered.”

“But still hard to accept?” Angel asked, understanding what he meant.

“Yes,” Alastor said quietly, tracing a finger over the place where Angel’s heart beat on.

“I can’t believe you got jealous of a TV,” Angel sighed, turning the attention away from Alastor’s unease.

“I am a petty and jealous creature, my love,” Alastor said softly, a rare note of solemnity in his voice. “It will most certainly happen again.”

“It’s hardly even news to me,” Angel smiled, undeterred. “But I really did want to show ya my favorite movies.”

“And I should have been better behaved,” Alastor admitted, sounding somewhat disappointed. “I promise to make it up to you and then some.”

“Don’t worry about that now,” Angel said, holding him a little tighter. “Just let me take care of ya.”

“I would like nothing more,” Alastor replied. “I promise we will watch all the films you would like to. Though it is somewhat difficult to sit through a whole motion picture, I did enjoy this one.”

Surprised, Angel gave him a little squeeze. “I’m glad you liked it. Really.”

“I can certainly see why you enjoy them,” Alastor said. “You would look stunning in those clothes, the jewels. And you deserve nothing less than such finery.”

Angel chuckled at that, thinking to himself. “Yeah, maybe. I dunno that I could wear stays every day though.”

“Would you wear them for a special occasion?” Alastor asked. “Something like a costume party?”

“Oh hell yeah!” Angel exclaimed. “That’d be pretty sexy. But we’d have to find a party.”

“I’ll keep an eye out.” Alastor said, eyes closing. “When I have more energy.”

“Just relax for now, Bambi.” Angel said, kissing the top of his head. “I’ll take you upstairs for a bath when you’re ready.”

“Thank you, Angel.”

Chapter Text

Music drifted through the open bedroom door and Angel stirred in his bed. Reaching out a hand through the sheets he felt the warmth left behind by his husband. Somewhat disappointed, Angel rolled over. He’d hoped to begin his birthday with a morning kiss. However he knew when he recognized the song as one of his favorite soundtrack pieces that Alastor had planned it this way. As Angel rubbed his eyes he felt something fall onto his cheek. Holding it up, Angel realized it was a flower petal. Looking around, it wasn’t all he noticed.

The bedroom was different.

The large four-poster bed had grown even larger and the posts were draped in a fine white chiffon that danced elegantly on the breeze from the open windows. Twisted around the posters were flowering vines of white wisteria that created a canopy of blossoms dripping down. Pushing the blankets off himself, Angel found that he was wearing a cotton chemise that he had most certainly not put on the night before. As the blankets fell back down, flower petals fluttered around, scattered across the sheets and pillows as well.

Crawling to the foot of the bed Angel peeked out of the gauzy curtains, eyes going wide when he saw white and pink bouquets perched on every surface. Peonies, roses, and branches of cherry blossoms stood in carved crystal vases that scattered the morning light in rainbows about the room through prismatic angles. The air was so fragrant, Angel thought vaguely that someone surely must have sprayed perfume in the air.

He sat there, taking in a new golden floor length mirror and clusters of flowers climbing up the frames of the open windows in amazement. It was so much to absorb, he almost didn’t notice Fat Nuggetz trotting into the room with a happy little squeak and overlarge white velvet bow around his neck. 

“Baby!” Angel exclaimed excitedly as he scooped up the little pig. “Don’t ya look so handsome!”

“He’s awake!” Came a familiar voice.

Turning to the open door Angel saw Charlie and Vaggie enter the room. Both were wearing white linen dresses with ribbons about their waists. Charlie still wore her wide brimmed straw hat but Vaggie held hers in hand. Their hair was tucked and twisted away from their faces, secured with ribbons and cascading down their backs. Confused but delighted, Angel smiled at them both.

“What’s going on?” Angel asked, looking them over. “What’s with the costumes?”

“We’re here for your birthday!” Charlie exclaimed excitedly. “Cherri will be here soon. Before then, we need to get you ready.”

“I-I don’t understand.” Angel said, letting out a breathy laugh. “Are we doin’ brunch?”

“We’re doing a whole day!” Charlie exclaimed, hardly able to contain her excitement. “But for now, it’s time for you to get ready.”

“Wait, did he get the letter?” Vaggie asked.

“What letter?” Angel asked, growing more confused by the minute. For every answer he got, a dozen more came to mind.

“From Al- I mean,” Vaggie looked to Charlie who beamed at her encouragingly. “Your husband, the Duke.”

“Huh.” Angel blinked at her. Vaggie shook her head to indicate she understood no more than he did.

“He must have left it somewhere,” Charlie said as she began searching through the indoor garden. 

Following close behind her, Angel tried to look for a letter but was so incredibly distracted he could hardly keep up. The wisteria crept up the wall of the bedroom and covered the ceiling, petals falling like rain to the floor below. Hardly able to contain himself, Angel grinned at it all, amazed.

“Aha!” Charlie exclaimed, taking an envelope from the bedside table. “It’s addressed to you.”

Holding Nuggz in his lower arms, Angel took the envelope and looked it over. The parchment was thick and heavy in his hands, his name written in Alastor’s elegant sloping script, Mo Belle Ange. The back was sealed shut with wax in the shape of an antique radio. Difficult though it was to do so, Angel broke the seal and opened the envelope, pulling out a folded page. Opening the letter, he read;

To my most beloved wife,

Keeper of my soul,

Tamer of my heart,

My world,

I hope that I will be the first to wish you happy birthday today. As I write this you sit in the other room, enjoying your romances and visual feasts. You are utterly unaware of what I am doing, and sometimes I worry that you are also unaware of my true feelings for you.

Allow me to detail them to you now.

You are the sun that wakes me in the morning and the starlight that lulls me to sleep at night. You are the air that I breathe and the blood that flows through my veins. I could no more go without you than I could go without music, for you are the song stuck in my mind from the moment I wake up to the moment I go to sleep. You are the first and last thought I have each and every day.

To say that I adore you, that I love you, never feels like enough. 

You are living art, you are more precious than any gem. If you ever were to wear them, they would surely look so dull in comparison to your beautiful face. Your smile turns darkness to light. What I feel for you cannot be truly put into words, though I am compelled to try. 

I am convinced it will continue to exist long after I cease to.

Whatever life we find ourselves in, know that I will always come to you. On Earth, in Heaven, in Hell, wherever we go, I will find you. Humbly I ask that you do not ask how I will, I could no more explain it than the moon could explain it’s orbit about the Earth. Loving you is as natural as gravity, as breathing. I love you more than you will ever know because it is more than I can ever express.

Today of all days brings me joy, for today is the day that I give thanks for your creation. It is the most holy date of my year. I hope that you’ll enjoy your gifts, laid out like so many offerings at the feet of the only god I know. Rest assured I will catch up to you soon.

Your most grateful and adoring husband,

Alastor

“Angel…?” Vaggie’s voice pulled him from his reverie as he finished reading.

Looking up Angel asked, “Yeah?”

“Are you okay?” She asked, expression concerned.

“I-I’m great!” Angel breathed, the ghost of a smile touching his lips. He could hardly think, mind buzzing with the words from the page. “Why do you ask?”

“You’re crying,” Vaggie pointed out gently.

Touching his face, Angel felt the tears flowing from his many eyes. Wiping at his cheeks with the back of his hand he put on a smile. “S-sorry. Birthday letter was- it’s sweet. Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Vaggie assured him. “Do you need a minute or are you ready to continue?”

“I’m fine,” Angel assured them. “I don’t really see how there’s more.”

“I think you’re going to like it,” Charlie said with a smile.

Setting the letter down where it had been to prevent it being lost, Angel followed the girls into the hall which was also thick with flowers and vines. To his surprise, they would not let him walk into the music room. He wanted nothing more than to kiss his husband but he supposed he could be patient a little longer.

Instead, they led him down the hall to a new door. The house shifted and changed at Alastor’s whim through the use of his magic but Angel had never seem him create a new room before. Curious, he held Nuggz as Charlie grinned at him.

“Welcome Angel to your new boudoir,” Charlie said as she opened the door.

Angel’s jaw dropped in surprise, eyes going wide as he struggled to take it all in. Taking one step and then another, Angel walked into his new room.

The walls were petal pink, decorated with wainscot panels. A large white vanity stood against the far wall. The mirror was massive, set in an elaborate golden frame carved into the shape of vines. Each of the carved golden blossoms held a light. The vanity was set with his make-up collection, golden trays of product decorating the surface. The little chair for him to sit in was gold to match the mirror and trays, Angel’s fingers brushing over the carved floral designs.

On either side of the vanity against the walls were large closet organization. His dresses hung from poles, his collection of shoes displayed in neat rows on shelves. A trifold floor length mirror stood in one corner for him to check his appearance atop a small raised dais. In the center of the whole room, a cushioned ottoman.

Running a hand through his hair, Angel tried to take it all in. The wisteria was here as well, hanging overhead in a thick canopy, twisting around the crystal chandelier giving the effect that the blossoms were glowing. The clusters of floral arrangements bracketed the vanity and shelving, lending the same fragrant sweetness to the air that the bedroom had. 

“What the Hell…” Angel breathed. “This is-“

“We helped arranging things!” Charlie said excitedly. “Al’s had us helping on weekends.”

“What do you think?” Vaggie asked. 

“I-I’m gonna fuckin’ die again,” Angel said, turning in slow circles.

“Not before you get the other gifts!” Charlie said.

“W-what other gifts?” Angel asked, incredulous. “There can’t be more.”

“Oh I assure you there is much more,” Vaggie told him. “But before we do that we gotta get you dressed.”

“Y-yeah, lemme find a sun dress,” Angel started but Charlie quickly stopped him.

“Oh no, no, no. See, that’s part of the gift,” Charlie said, pulling open a lingerie drawer. 

There in the drawer lay a pair of pink and white stays, matching stockings, and garters. Angel ran a hand over the boning channels, taking it in. They were the same pair he had pointed out to Alastor the night they had watched the concluding movie in his favorite trilogy. Alastor hadn’t just recalled the detail, he’d pulled it from thin air and made it tangible. 

“We should probably hurry,” Vaggie said. “Lacing up ours took a hot minute. Let’s get you into these things.”

Angel first took out the stockings and pulled them up to his thighs. The garters went on easily and he attached them with practiced ease. Charlie and Vaggie loosened the stays and helped him to get them on. Having been laced into several a corset before, Angel was able to tighten the laces himself.

“Are you sure that’s enough?” Vaggie asked when she saw how loose they still fit.

“Yeah. Stays aren’t shape wear. They’re support. If they’re tight, you’re doing it wrong,” Angel said. “Corsets are meant to be tight, but no more than you can reasonably bear.”

Vaggie turned to Charlie who gave a guilty smile and said, “Well, Miss ‘It Needs to be Tighter’, what do you have to say for yourself?”

“I’ve never been to earth before?” Charlie offered sheepishly.

“I guess I can let it slide,” Vaggie said, conviction going out of her voice then.

“Hey guys?” Angel asked as he tugged on the handle of a shut drawer. “Do you have a key for these? Or a magic password? Some of them are locked.”

“Ask your husband. He’s the one cooking this up,” Vaggie said. “But later. We need to get your hair and make up fixed.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right,” Angel agreed, crossing the room to take a seat at the vanity. He was eager to get downstairs and thank Alastor. Preferably with tongue. “This thing is so beautiful.”

“It is,” Charlie said as she came to stand behind him, running her fingers through his hair. “How do you want to do it up?”

“Just some curls,” Angel said. “Or it may be faster just to put a wig on.”

“I like it when you curl your hair,” Vaggie said. “It’s much more natural and it looks like you.”

“I look like myself when I wear wigs,” Angel defended. “But maybe you’re right. I just don’t want to take too long.”

“We’ll help!” Charlie said happily. “It’ll be done in no time.”

“You don’t have to,” Angel said. “I’m real good at getting fixed up on a schedule.”

“Angel, it’s your birthday,” Vaggie said. “Let us help.”

With that, Angel agreed and the girls got to work curling his hair with a bit of help from Charlie’s magic. Angel took the time to open some of the drawers, familiarizing himself with the new piece of furniture. He found several products that he had not owned before and realized that Alastor had stocked the whole thing.

Picking through the bottles of perfume he discovered another parchment envelope. As the girls coaxed every curl into place, he popped the radio decorated wax seal and pulled out another letter written in the same elegant script.

To my beloved wife,

My guardian angel,

Light of my life,

My Heaven,

Welcome to your new boudoir, a place all for you. The fine things you own deserve far more than to simply be shoved into a closet along with mine. I recall the very first time I came into your room back at the hotel. I had thought your clothes so beautiful, so carefully styled and sported with such pride only to be heartbroken to see the mess they were kept in. When I asked you why you told me it was too much to recover and clean. 

I’ve never felt such a blow, and it wasn’t even meant to hurt.

Since coming to live here you’ve developed such tidy ways and yet the space that we had was not enough. You’ve made it such a long way and you deserve to display your belongings with style, with beauty, in a space that fills you with joy. Though I will miss the smell of your clothes lingering on mine, it is a small sacrifice to make. 

Please pardon the locked drawers, they contain your lingerie and I would prefer that no one so much as see the things you wear for me. I have told you that I am a jealous creature and this is one such time as I must admit how afflicted I am.

In my better impulses, I wish to keep secret every thing that passes between us. In my worse impulses, I wish to flaunt it before everyone. I think we can both agree that you’ve had enough time in production and would not wish to perform a final broadcast, even if it was just to show everyone how you spoil me so. It will certainly be fun enough when you take me over your vanity, forcing me to watch myself in the mirror without an additional audience.

I hope that this gift will return to you even a fraction of the pleasure and comfort I have felt in your arms, something I had all together given up on before I met you. I resigned myself to the idea that I would never meet anyone worth trying for and that I was perfectly fine without such attachments.

There aren’t words to express how happy I am that I was mistaken. Each morning and each evening, each time you call my name I am reminded Just how wonderful it is to be proven wrong. Please accept these gifts as you have accepted me and all my many flaws.

Your most obedient Bambi,

Alastor

“Angel?” Vaggie asked from somewhere near his shoulder.

Jumping, Angel crumpled the letter in his hands, face turning red. He shoved the letter down in an open drawer and closed it so hastily the perfume bottles clinked. “What?! Y-yeah, I mean, uh, yeah, what- what is it?”

Raising a brow, Vaggie regarded him skeptically. “I was asking what you think of your hair.”

Looking in the mirror, Angel froze. His normally straight hair was curled into perfect waves and twisted back away from his face. It looked perfect, tied with a ribbon that fell over his shoulder. Pink velvet that matched his coloring perfectly.

“It looks incredible.” Angel breathed.

“Yeah?!” Charlie asked excitedly. 

“How did you do that?” Angel asked, looking at Charlie in the mirror.

“It’s just a kind of transformation spell. I’ve used it to get wrinkles out of my suits too. You just think of what you want it to change and use the magic.” Charlie explained with a shrug. “It’s pretty basic.”

“Wish I could do that,” Angel said. “It’d be so much easier doing my hair and make up.”

“I could charm something for you if you want,” Charlie offered. “Just give me an item and I can leave the spell on it. Depending on how much you ask of it, you could get a couple of uses out of it.”

“How about this?” Angel said, offering up an extra piece of ribbon. “I can just tie it in my hair and boom! curls.”

“Sure!” Charlie said, taking the ribbon. Running it through her fingers a few times, she closed her eyes to focus.

“Come on, lets get you in your dress,” Vaggie said. “I don’t want us getting behind schedule when Alastor has the whole day planned.”

“He does?” Angel asked, following her to one of the dress racks.

“Of course he does. You didn’t think he’d stop at all this did you? He’s way too extra for that.”

She had a point, Angel admitted. Any curiosity as to what may come next stopped when he saw Vaggie pull a white cotton dress out from among his other dresses and gowns. Ruffled around the neck, it was embroidered with pale pink flowers, some woven into a lace trim. It was a near exact replica of one of his favorite dresses that he had mentioned to Alastor.

“I’m gonna need a minute to get this on you, so bear with me.” Vaggie said as she began unbuttoning the clasps.

“No problem,” Angel replied, head spinning.

“Angie!” Cherri cried when they stepped out into the back yard.

Opening his arms wide Angel caught her when she leapt at him and spun her around. She too was wearing similar dress though she had pinned up her skirts to scandalously display her right leg. Angel set her down and looked over the alteration and the way her hair was swept back ing a braid.

“You look amazing!” They both exclaimed at the same time.

“Come on, ya gotta come get your birthday drinks!” Cherri said, taking his hand and all but dragging him over to a little cart set up on the patio. 

The rolling cart had a pink and white striped cloth canopy with scalloped edges. The sides were hung with garlands of yet more flowers to match the massive displays placed all around the garden and mirroring those that had taken over the inside of the house. The cart display was laid out with a spread of cakes, macaroons, petit fours, and tarts with a little pyramid of coup champagne glasses. Angel’s eyes shone as he took it in, utterly amazed.

“Here! Birthday boy gets the honors,” Cherri said, holding out a bottle of champagne to him.

Reading the label, Angel balked. “I-I can’t open this!”

“What are you kidding? Come on!” Cherri goaded him.

“Open it, Angel!” Charlie encouraged. “It’s a celebration.”

“This is like a two hundred dollar bottle of champagne, are you out of your mind?” Angel replied, hugging the chilled bottle to his chest. 

“Who cares? Alastor’s footing the bill. Come on and open it!” Cherri said. “I wanna try it!”

“Fine! But if I was supposed to save this one, I’m blaming you all.” Angel said, noticing that Alastor was nowhere to be seen. He hoped they wouldn’t polish the bottle off too quickly that his husband wouldn’t get to try any.

“What are you talking about?” Cherri said, opening a little door on the cart. Swinging it open she revealed a collection of identical bottles stocked inside a refrigerated compartment. “There’s loads of the stuff.”

Angel’s jaw dropped, surprised yet again. Alastor had really gone all out, barring no expense and recognizing no limit in his expression of love for Angel. Feeling a lump in his throat, Angel tore off the foil cap on the bottle and removed the cage around the cork.

“Well don’t let all the cold air out,” He told Cherri. “We’re gonna be here a while.”

With that he popped the cork, laughing when it shot halfway across the yard. The champagne quickly rose up in a fizzy mess and Angel tipped the mouth of the bottle over the top champagne glass, watching as it filled and overflowed, running into the glasses below it.

The girls gave him a round of applause and Angel was shocked when Husk dropped in from the sky, begging their pardon for being late. It was just like him to arrive the moment the booze was poured. He was dressed in trousers and a white shirt in the same period style as the rest of them, accepting the hug that Angel gave him with a smile and a “Happy birthday, kid.”

They ate cakes and cookies for breakfast, sipping champagne under the shade of a white tent. Lounging on cushions and picnic blankets they talked about nothing. Husk became the designated photographer, shooting pictures of them biting into cake and clinking their glasses together happily. 

Angel insisted they make flower crowns. With no shortage of supplies they each wove a crown and passed it to someone else, trading one another for fun. Husker turned down several offers before begrudgingly accepting a rose tucked into his vest pocket from Angel and mumbling about not being able to tell the birthday boy no.

The back garden was set up with several games that caught their interest around lunch. Croquet, bocce, and ring toss among others. They spent the day playing little tournaments of each, taking turns playing against one another. It took a few rounds for Angel to realize that Charlie was letting him win. 

The day wore on, the false sun overhead traveling across the field of periwinkle blue. Running through the garden with his friends, holding onto his flower crown with one hand and lifting his skirts out of his way with another, Angel realized he’d never felt so happy.

True, he hadn’t had such specific fantasies when he had been alive, but the setting hardly mattered. The freedom to indulge himself fully, to let go and just enjoy, to be surrounded by friends and loved ones in a place he could call home- it was all he’d ever wanted. It could have been a parking lot or a bus stop in Brooklyn or the back yard of a manor that he shared with his still missing husband. What mattered was the people, the reckless happiness they experienced without limitation.

Despite having been dead for decades, Angel felt truly alive.

As the sun threatened to set, they returned to the cart now refreshed with sandwiches, cheeses, meats, and other savory delights. Well and truly tipsy, Angel opened another bottle from the seemingly bottomless supply within the cart and refilled their glasses. When he set it down again he noticed another envelope under a plate, sealed with wax and a radio stamp. Angel snatched the envelope up and stepped away from the crowd and behind a hedge, having learned his lesson with the last letter and desperate for word of where Alastor may be.

To my beloved wife,

King and queen of my heart,

Sun and moon of my sky,

My eternal joy,

I hope you’re having all the fun you deserve. It has crossed my mind that your every day should be spent in such rapture and affection. You have often told me that you are living your happily ever after, but I wonder if it is not growing dull. Surely the days when I demand your attention and refuse to give you up without a fight are horribly dull. How many times have I made you late? Made you roll your eyes? Worn your patience down?

When really I should do nothing less than speed you on to your destination, supporting your endeavors, trusting you to return to me as you have without fail since we met. But I am a loathsome creature, hardly more than the serpent in Eden. 

Do you think he loved Eve? 

Do you ever wonder if he wished to condemn her so that he might keep her?

Sometimes I worry that is what I have done- kept you from a true paradise to fulfill my own wishes. You see, I must now confess something to you- you are my heaven. This life is no more a punishment than the gentle corrections you give me at night.

When I met you and we were parted- that time was the truest Hell I have known. Every day I was fearful that I would never see you again. Even after I found you once more, I had nightmares where I chased you through the halls of the hotel only to watch you ascend before I could catch you. 

But when we were married? Oh, when we were married I felt as though it was I who had achieved redemption.

You have taught me the meaning of fear and the truth of relief. You have loved me more than I deserve and I have endeavored to be merely worthy of your love. I can only hope that I have been. You are my everything. I am so blessed to be given the opportunity to pray to you each night.

I promise I will join you soon.

Your most devoted subject,

Alastor

Sniffing, Angel wiped at his eyes. The tears threatened to stain his cheeks, but he couldn’t stop them. Clutching the letter to his chest with two hands he rubbed at his face with the others. Tipsy as he was, it was much harder to gain control of himself. It wasn’t fair how well Alastor could just do this to him with a piece of paper and some ink.

Dropping to his knees he let the tears come. There in the safety of the garden he let flow the overwhelming gratitude he felt. Alastor had done so much, all but moving mountains just for his birthday and yet what Angel adored most were the notes. These rare glimpses into Alastor’s mind that no one ever received had brought him to his knees.

Comparing their love to the force of gravity, admitting how Angel’s past behavior had scared him, saying that Angel was his Heaven, where did he get off saying that? 

Movement caught Angel’s attention as he blinked his eyes clear. Rubbing his vision clear Angel saw Alastor’s shadow before him, worried expression fixed to its face. Putting on a smile, Angel tried to assure it.

“It’s okay, Scuro. I’m fine. The letters are gettin’ to me,” Angel said quietly. “I’ll be fine.”

The shadow looked on, concerned. Letting out a hiss that sounded like a question, it reached for him.

“Could you take this for me?” Angel asked as he put the letter back into the envelope. “Take it to the bedroom. I don’t wanna lose it.”

Nodding, the shadow accepted the letter and made a final uncertain hissing sound.

“I’m okay, really. But if ya see him, tell him I wanna give him a big kiss,” Angel said. “On second thought, c’mere.”

With that Angel pulled the shadow in, pressing a kiss to it’s cheek. When he withdrew, the shadow’s face was fixed with a wide, sappy smile. Angel gave a little chuckle and waved it on. Turning, the shadow raced away through the foliage and back into the house.

“Angel!” Charlie called from the porch. “Angel come back! It’s time for your cake!”

Fixing himself up, Angel stood and returned to his friends. On the cart was a very tall cake topped with a pile of strawberries and sugary flowers. Several tall candles stuck up from the top, ready to be lit. Cherri was the only one to notice that something was amiss, putting an arm around his waist when he returned to stand beside her.

“Ready?” She asked.

“Born ready, baby,” Angel replied, though he wished Alastor were there.

Charlie snapped her fingers and the candles ignited. They each erupted in a shower of bright pink sparks. Closing his eyes, Angel made a wish. It had been such a long time since he had bothered with things so childish. And why should he have? There was truly no magic to be had in his life for so long.

That is, until he’d met a certain stag.

Making his wish, Angel took a deep breath and blew out the candles. His friends erupted in polite applause, Cherri pulling him down for a big kiss on the cheek. Angel caught her up in his arms and returned it with one of his own. Using his extra arms he grabbed his guests one by one and reeled them in for the same treatment. Even Husk didn’t struggle so much as usual.

Taking a knife, Angel cut them each a slice. One extra piece remained, awaiting Alastor’s arrival. Charlie waved them over to the tent again so that they could recline on the cushions there. Angel sat primly, tucking his legs beneath him and smoothing the skirts of his dress out. 

“What a day,” Cherri said as she skewered a large strawberry on her fork. “Alastor throws a mean party. You better invite me to the next one.”

“I told ‘im he better have a stronger drink for me if I agreed to come but I can’t complain,” Husk groused, not one for sweets he merely picked at his plate. “This stuff’s pretty good.”

“And there’s plenty left for you two to enjoy together,” Charlie said with a smile. “What a beautiful gift.”

“How’s the boudoir?” Cherri asked. “I wanted to see it.”

“It’s gorgeous. I hope he’s not expecting me to ever leave it,” Angel said. “Cause I live in there now.”

“I can’t blame you,” Vaggie said. “It’s really nice. I’d never leave it if I had one.”

“Would you like one?” Charlie asked, immediately attentive. “I can make that happen.”

“You don’t have to,” Vaggie chuckled nervously. “Really, it’s not an issue.”

“If you want one, we can totally get one,” Charlie insisted.

“You know what? We’ll discuss it later,” Vaggie said, patting Charlie’s hand. “Let’s just enjoy our cake.”

“I thought this dress was really gonna get on my nerves but it’s surprisingly fun,” Cherri said, stretching out her exposed leg. “I think I made it pretty sexy.”

“That’s hot,” Angel agreed. “But you guys have the tits for it. All I got is fluff.”

Pouting, Angel fluffed up the downy fur on his chest to appear more like a bosom. With the stays, the effect wasn’t quite the same as it usually was. Luckily he had plans to change that, but as things were, there was little to be done.

“Ya still look like a million bucks,” Husk slurred. “Don’t repeat that, especially t’ Al.”

“What’s the matter, Husk? Scared of a little deer?” Cherri laughed.

“You’d be scared of that little deer too if you saw what those antlers did.” Husk grumbled into his glass.

“I like his antlers,” Angel sighed with a smile, licking frosting off of his fork. “They’re so pretty. Especially when he gets angry and they branch out… I just love it.”

“Save it for the bedroom,” Husk said, polishing off his glass of champagne. 

Charlie put a hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle and Cherri elbowed the cat cajolingly. 

“C’mon, it’s his birthday! He gets to wax lyrical about his man if he wants,” Cherri defended.

“It’s Al that waxes lyrical,” Angel said somewhat defensively. “I’m not good with words like he is.”

“Oh yeah?” Vaggie raised a brow at him. “How so?”

“Just the things he says to me,” Angel said. “The way he compliments me, the way he speaks about me. He’s always got some flowery way of saying it. ‘The pink of your fur is like cherry blossoms on freshly fallen spring snow’ or ‘I can see the day and night in your eyes’. That kinda stuff.”

The little assembly had gone quiet, staring at Angel in shock and varying measures of disbelief.

“What?” Angel asked.

“That’s so sweet!” Charlie exclaimed, clutching her glass of wine to her chest. “I knew he was a big softie!”

“I knew Al had it bad but not that bad,” Husk said. “Here I thought he was giving into you sayin’ stuff like that to him.”

“I mean, he kinda does,” Angel said thoughtfully. “I’ve come up with some stuff that he likes but it’s way more rare of an occasion and it doesn’t sound as good.”

“Well now you gotta tell us,” Cherri said. “It’s only fair.”

“Uh, well,” Angel said, suddenly a little nervous. “Just like… When I see red, I think of him. And whenever I’m near a radio I can’t help but listen on the off chance he takes over the broadcast. His antlers remind me of thickets of thorny brambles, like they might grow flowers.”

“That’s sweet,” Charlie said.

“That’s- something,” Vaggie agreed, not drunk enough to be easily impressed. “But I’m glad you’re happy together.”

“This conversation is getting too sappy,” Husk said. “Who wants to let me smoke their ass at bocce again?”

“I have a better idea!” Charlie announced. “We should play hide and seek. The tall hedges are perfect for us to play in.”

“Its about to start getting dark,” Vaggie noted. “It’ll be a little extra challenge once it does.”

“Hard mode!” Cherri announced as she stood up. “I’m game, lets do it.”

Angel wasn’t so sure how well he would be able to play considering his not so modest height but agreed to give it a chance anyway. Charlie volunteered to be the first seeker, giggling as Vaggie steered her to the refreshments cart to begin counting.

Being the competitive players they were Husk, Cherri, and Angel all bolted before she could get the first count out. Husk took to the sky, deciding to perch on the roof, returning the middle finger along with a smirk to a disgruntled Cherri and Angel as they were forced to run through the hedges to seek shelter.

Darting in opposite directions the friends split up. Angel knew exactly where he wanted to hide; a small alcove that was nearly hidden from view. It was where Alastor would go to reflect and be alone when he felt too anxious to remain indoors. A little pond with water lilies and lily pads surrounded by cat tails and thick clumps of clover leant a beautiful backdrop to the hollow.

“Ready or not, here I come!” Charlie called from over several rows of hedges.

Grinning, Angel ducked into the garden recess and breathed a sigh of relief. Taking off his shoes he padded through the thick clover on stockinged feet, lifting the hem of his skirt to keep it from getting in his way. Kneeling at the water’s edge, he gazed into the little pond.

The dark surface of the water was smooth and peaceful, giving the impression of a mirror. In the pond, his reflection peered back at him. His hair was still perfectly curled thanks to Charlie’s magic. The ribbons holding it back fell over his shoulder and reached for the little pool. Taking the opportunity to smooth his dress back into place, Angel appreciated the perfect way it fit him. Truly it made him feel amazing, like a real princess. 

What a day, what an afterlife! To be so adored by his friends that they would spend so many hours together with him doing absolutely nothing at all. 

“Ya really did it kid,” Angel told himself in a low whisper. “It wasn’t easy, but ya held out. Ya got everything ya wanted and more and ya deserve it too.”

Smiling, Angel extended one finger to trace the shape of a heart on the surface of the water around the reflection of his face. The motion sent ripples through the pond, obscuring the reflection but Angel couldn’t bring himself to care. What was life without a little disturbance now and then? Especially knowing that things would pass eventually and settle back into quiet serenity.

However when the ripples cleared, another face was with him. There in the water was Alastor, grinning at him over his shoulder. Eyes widening, Angel turned and saw his husband waiting patiently for him to notice. 

“Hello, my beloved-“ Alastor was cut off when Angel threw himself against his chest, embracing him with all four arms. The stag had not been anticipating such a reaction and promptly fell backwards into the grass.

Angel didn’t care. So full of joy that he was unable to speak Angel pressed kiss after kiss to Alastor’s cheek, lips, nose, and anywhere else he could reasonably access. In response, Alastor only smiled, holding Angel about the waist as he got the abundance of affection out of his system.

“You’re here!” Angel exclaimed. “Finally, you’re here.”

“My apologies for making you wait, mo cher,” Alastor said. “I thought it would be nice for you to have a relaxing day with your friends. That it would be easier for you to simply take it all in without feeling you had to thank me at each little turn as you are want to do.”

“Joke’s on you bud. Now I got a whole day of gratitude to express and only so much time t’ squeeze it in,” Angel said in between kisses.

“Oh, whatever will I do?” Alastor said without a trace of distress. 

Slowing the pace of his attentions, Angel pressed a sweet kiss to Alastor’s lips and said, “Thank you.” Pressing another to his cheek he repeated, “Thank you, thank you.” Over and over Angel let the gratitude fall from his lips, a prayer to the only power he cared to worship.

“You deserve every bit of it and more,” Alastor replied, cupping a hand to Angel’s cheek and bringing him back to kiss his lips. “You deserve everything your heart desires. I will always endeavor to give it to you.”

“You don’t have to. Everything I want is already right here in my arms,” Angel said, nuzzling his cheek against his husband’s.

“Oh, does that mean you don’t want the rest of your gifts?” Alastor said flippantly.

Lifting his head to look down at his husband Angel said, “Who told you that?”

With a chuckle, Alastor pushed himself up with one arm, holding Angel with the other. Forced to move back Angel realized that Alastor too was dressed in the same kind of costume- although his was entirely red as usual and his hair was pulled back with a black ribbon at the nape of his neck. Eyes wide, Angel put a hand to the soft velvet of Alastor’s coat, feeling it under his fingers.

“Yes, Angel?”

“You uh,” Angel swallowed. “You look pretty handsome in this.”

“Is that so?” Alastor asked, amused.

“Yeah, I think you should wear it more often,” Angel purred. “I like it.”

“I hope you’ll like this as well,” Alastor said, taking a small velvet ring box from inside his coat.

Angel bit his lip as he watched Alastor open it to reveal a single pearl in the center of the little cushion. Confused, Angel tried to pick it up but was met with some resistance. Tugging harder, the pearl came free followed by several others. Shocked, Angel pulled and pulled until he had to use his other hands, tugging a seeming never ending string of pearls from inside the little box. Alastor’s smile only grew as Angel’s eyes glanced up to meet his with uncertainty.

Finally Angel reached the end, finding it looped back just like the other. It fell into his lap, a near infinite pearl necklace. Struggling to hold it in his hands, Angel tried to gather them up but failed. Setting the box aside, Alastor took a part of the strand and carefully laid it around Angel’s neck. Looping a generous portion he did so again and again and again and still the necklace hung down to Angel’s waist several times over.

“Alastor,” Angel tried to speak but his voice sounded small. “What is this?”

“I have been so remiss in my duties as a proper husband,” Alastor explained. “I never realized until you mentioned it that you don’t own any real jewels. Naturally, I had to correct that oversight.”

“This is too much,” Angel said, looking at the pearls looped around his neck. “I told you not to-“

“Oh darling, how could I not?” Alastor said, gently brushing a curl from Angel’s eyes. “How could I allow you to go without all the finery you deserve?”

“C’mon,” Angel let out a breathy laugh. “What am I going to do with so many pearls? I-I can hardly keep my neck up.”

“Funny you should ask,” Alastor hummed. “I thought they’d look ravishing against your bare chest.”

Angel’s mouth shut with a little clicking sound as he blushed. When Alastor put it like that, he supposed he could think of a few different uses. But still, the gesture along with everything else felt almost silly. The closet he understood, it made perfect sense to get his abundant wardrobe out of Alastor’s way, but this…

“Angel, you are deserving of every gift you receive,” Alastor said, reading the turmoil in his expression. “This is nothing to say of the joy it gives me to shower you with them.”

Relaxing, Angel let out a sigh. “Thank you.”

“You are more than welcome,” Alastor said, using the necklace to tug Angel in for a sweet, lingering kiss. “Why don’t we return to the party? I dare say that you’ve won this round of the game.”

“I dunno,” Angel said as he crawled onto Alastor’s lap, sitting with his legs on either side of his husband’s hips, pearls clicking together. “I think they can wait a little bit longer. Don’t you agree?”

“You never know when they might discover us,” Alastor replied, leaning in. “What would they think if they found us like this?”

Sliding his upper arms around Alastor’s shoulders Angel smiled, “They’d think I’m the luckiest girl in Hell.”

“I’d beg to differ, that I am the luckiest man.” Alastor said.

“What are ya waiting for?” Angel asked against Alastor’s lips. “Ya gonna close off the hedges or not?”

With a dismissive wave of his hand, Alastor cast an alteration over the garden. The little opening that led to the alcove grew over and sealed off, granting them a measure of privacy. The moment it closed, Angel’s mouth was on his husband’s. Desperate and insistent, trying to convey all that he had felt over the course of the day and return it in some small way. Alastor accepted, putting a hand on the nape of Angel’s neck to keep him in place.

To Angel’s surprise, Alastor’s teeth nipped gently at his lips. Obediently, Angel parted his own to allow Alastor’s tongue to explore his mouth. Clutching the lapels of Alastor’s coat with his lower hands, Angel kissed him with all the saccharine devotion he could muster. When at last they broke apart for air, Alastor’s lips worked down Angel’s neck, hands roaming down to hold his waist. Tilting his head back, Angel surrendered himself to the attention, only vaguely aware of the sound of footsteps passing them by.

“Mo ange, mo cher, mo belle,” Alastor whispered over and over against the soft down of his fur, Angel’s eyes drifting closed.

“Mio amore,” Angel sighed. “Mio marito, mio tutto.”

“I so adore your Italian,” Alastor admitted, pausing in his efforts of working a mark into Angel’s skin.

“I love your Kouri-Vini,” Angel whispered, the words tickling Alastor’s ear so that it twitched. The soft fur brushed against Angel’s cheek, bringing a smile to his lips.

“I was right,”Alastor mumbled against Angel’s neck.

“About what?” Angel asked, gazing up at the sky turning a rosy pink in the light of the setting sun.

“You look positively radiant in this dress,” Alastor replied, tightening his grip on Angel’s waist. Teeth grazed over Angel’s neck, a suggestion of the hunger apparent in the stag’s voice. “I could just eat you up.”

Shivering, Angel replied, “You really think so?”

“The only thing better than seeing you in this gown will be ripping it off,” Alastor said in a low, sonorous voice. “I cannot wait to ravish you.”

Angel’s grip on Alastor’s shoulders tightened somewhat, surprised by the bold words. Moving on instinct he sat down on Alastor’s lap fully and rolled his hips against the stag’s, feeling the unmistakable shape of his husband’s erection against his own.

“A-Al,” Angel breathed, rutting against him again. “Is it that good?”

“Seeing you covered in my gifts to you?” Alastor asked, pulling Angel down against him with a low growl. “Always. You are mine.”

“Yours, all yours,” Angel agreed readily. Taking one of Alastor’s hands from his hip with one hand he used another to gather the skirts of his dress up. With the fabric out of the way it was all too easy to guide Alastor’s hand between his legs where the fabric of his panties had dampened with need. “Remind me how I belong to you.”

“It doesn’t seem like you need any reminders, but since you asked so nicely…” Alastor replied, curling two fingers inside of Angel.

Angel bit his lip to stifle a moan as the fingers began a slow teasing pace inside and Alastor’s teeth grazed over his neck. Nudging the pearls aside, Alastor bit down gently on Angel’s shoulder. Moving on instinct Angel pushed his hips down onto the intrusion, trying to draw him deeper. Alastor smirked against his collar bone, working him faster.

“So wet for me already mo cher,” Alastor purred. “Normally so commanding, so cool and collected, falling apart now that you’re dripping with the finery I gave you- dripping now for me as well.”

Not to be outdone, Angel replied, “Watch it Bambi, or mommy’s gonna have to teach you a lesson.”

“Oh no, darling,” Alastor hissed into his ear, curling his fingers into just the right place to make Angel lose his breath. “Tonight, I will be in command. Your only task is to enjoy it.”

With that, Alastor flipped them, laying Angel on his back in the soft bed of clover. Angel blinked up at him, somewhat surprised but not at all put off by the confident smirk on his husband’s lips and the hunger in his darkened gaze.

Teasing his hands up Angel’s stocking clad legs Alastor made quick work of the garter clasps and pulled Angel’s panties down and off. Hanging them off one finger he chuckled.

“What a mess you’ve made,” Alastor commented before dropping them into the grass. 

Angel’s face burned when he realized just how wet they’d become though it only served to make him more desperate. Letting his legs fall apart, he pulled up the skirts to expose himself to Alastor. With one hand he gripped his hard cock, stroking as another hand slid long fingers through the flushed wet lips of his cunt.

“I bet you could make me messier,” Angel breathed, looking up at him with a heavy gaze.

“Now, now, mo cher,” Alastor said as his shadow appeared to hover over Angel’s head, taking his wrists and moving them away from himself. The shadow pinned Angel to the ground as Alastor unfastened his pants, freeing his hard cock. “I believe I told you to enjoy yourself.”

With that, Alastor lined himself up and thrust in, hips coming to rest against the curve of Angel’s ass. Back arching beautifully off the ground, Angel let out a musical moan. Alastor stayed still, allowing him a moment to adjust to the stretch. Lifting one beautifully long leg onto his shoulder, Alastor kissed Angel’s ankle.

“Exquisite though gems and flowers may be, they will never compare to your beautiful legs,” Alastor said as he stroked Angel’s thigh.

“Please,” Angel whimpered. “Please, make love to me.”

“That will come later, my darling,” Alastor replied, his tone sending a shiver down Angel’s spine. “Right now, I’m going to fuck you.”

Angel didn’t have time to respond before Alastor pulled back and snapped his hips forward, starting up a fast rhythm inside of him. Between the filthy promises and being held down, Angel knew he wouldn’t last long. It had been so long since they’d played any games like these and though he loved caring for Alastor, he wouldn’t deny loving the way his husband could command his attention and obedience.

“Yes, yes, please,” Angel begged as he was taken roughly. “Alastor, Al-“

“Surprising, I’d have thought you’d call me something else,” Alastor teased as he loomed over Angel, antlers growing in twisted patterns until they were tangled together, a mess of sharp points. Eyes slitted into radio dials he peered down at Angel as he fucked him mercilessly. “Go on, let me hear you say it.”

“D-daddy!” Angel whimpered, falling effortlessly into the game. “Take me, make me yours.”

“Oh darling, you already are,” Alastor replied, voice thick with static. “But if you’re so desperate for a reminder, I will happily provide.”

Moaning, Angel gave himself up to the stag’s attentions. Alastor held tight to Angel’s plush hips, using them to pull him down onto each thrust. Biting his lip, Angel tried to hold back a scream but still his voice climbed as he whimpered. The pleasure was becoming too much, the heat pooling low in his stomach was becoming overwhelming. Reflexively his cunt tightened around the girth of Alastor’s cock inside him, his own dripping precum onto his hip.

“Look at you cher,” Alastor growled. “Such a good, beautiful boy for me.”

“Daddy, I want-“ Angel’s voice broke around a low moan. “I wanna cum.”

“Going to make a mess of your pretty dress?” Alastor asked, amused. “Whatever will your friends think?”

Angel gasped, Alastor shifting the angle to push even deeper inside, filling him completely. Angel’s eyes fluttered shut, the pleasure quickly mounting beyond control.

“Go on, cher,” Alastor said low in his ear, moving one hand to Angel’s cock to stroke him. “Cum for me, I want to feel you.”

With a gasp, Angel tumbled over the edge, stars blooming behind his vision. As soon as he did, Alastor pressed deep inside and spilled into him. Warmth flooded Angel and he let out a sharp, choked sound.

“What a good boy you are,” Alastor purred, kissing down Angel’s neck as he filled him. “So obedient, so beautiful.”

“Just for you,” Angel breathed, hardy able to speak as he gave himself over to Alastor’s desires. “Only for you.”

Alastor’s cock twitched as it pulsed cum inside of him, the stag’s possessive nature at work. 

“That’s exactly right,” Alastor said, taking hold of the pearls and wrapping them around his hand. Using the necklace to direct him, Alastor pulled Angel up into a kiss. When their lips met, Angel sighed in relief.

Finally Alastor broke their kiss, his antlers and eyes returned to normal. Carefully pulling out of Angel he cleaned himself with a snap of his fingers and fastened his pants again. However when Angel reached for his panties, they disappeared.

“No, no, darling,” Alastor said in a deceptively sweet voice as he fixed Angel’s skirts. “You’ll only make them messier.”

“Wha-?” Angel’s pleasure dulled mind struggled to catch up.

“You’ve got to go farewell your guests,” Alastor replied with a wide, satisfied smirk. “You don’t have time to clean up.”

“You-“ Angel’s eyes went wide in surprise.

“Go on now,” Alastor said, pressing a chaste kiss to Angel’s lips. “I promise to take care of it once everyone’s gone home.”

Shivering, Angel closed his eyes and tried to lean in for a deeper kiss. Cruelly, Alastor and his shadow disappeared. Slowly, Angel got shakily to his feet. The space in the hedges had returned and he could hear Charlie calling for him.

Doing his best to walk carefully, he could still feel Alastor’s cum dripping down his thigh.

Chapter Text

Angel made it back to his boudoir without incident. Friends sent home, he stumbled to his vanity feeling the warm wetness of Alastor’s seed smearing between his thighs as he walked. The pearl necklace had made for a great deal of discussion that Angel wanted nothing more than to escape. He had born it all with a smile all the same and now did his best to wait patiently for Alastor to reappear.

Already he was hard and desperate and simply resisting the urge to touch himself was a struggle. However, he had a plan and he was going to stick with it. Rummaging through the contents of his vanity he found the length of ribbon Charlie had enchanted and tied it around his neck.

Walking to the full length trifold mirrors, Angel took himself in. Cheeks flushed with drink and desire, his skirt wrinkled where he’d pulled it up in the garden. His neck, heavy with pearls, marked by Alastor’s earlier attentions. Smoothing the bodice down he took one last moment to admire himself before closing his eyes to focus on the transformative magic in the ribbon. For a long, quiet moment Angel thought that nothing would happen. Stubborn and determined, he kept his focus and soon the bodice of his dress began to grow tighter.

His attention was broken when two arms snaked about his waist to hold him. A familiar scent reached his nose, Alastor’s usual cedar and orange blossom cologne. When Angel opened his eyes, he could see his husband’s on his, reflected back three times over.

Alastor stood on equal height with Angel, as he always did when the raw power of his sorcery began to bleed through. He still wore his party clothing though the coat was now gone, discarded somewhere in favor of the simple white shirt and red vest. The antlers that crowned his head had grown, twisting over and around one another in a cruel tangle of needle tipped thorns. It never ceased to amaze Angel, how Alastor drew himself up when feeling empowered.

It made him maddeningly wet.

The stag was not usually so dominating, but when such moods did appear they were brought about entirely by proud ownership, knowing that Angel was his and his alone. There was no doubt he had been watching the course of the celebrations all day through one means or another, satisfied with their reception. Now he loomed over Angel with pride and selfish greed, come to claim the hard earned prize of Angel’s full attention and gratitude. There could be no other reason for how he postured now, eager to see his spoiled husband swoon at the elaborate efforts.

It was funny how even when Alastor insisted on taking command that it was Angel who still held the reigns. The knowledge made Angel preen in the mirror, pleased with the ravenous expression twisting his husband’s features.

“My, my, what have we here?” Alastor’s voice rumbled deep in his chest, the vibrations running against Angel’s back.

“Just appreciatin’ my presents,” Angel said, running the pearls slowly through his fingers. “I think I like how this looks.”

“I think I do as well,” Alastor said appreciatively, smoothing his hands over Angel’s shapely waist. “You look good dripping in the things I’ve gifted you.”

“I’m drippin’ with something else too,” Angel murmured, gaze darkening.

“Angel…” Alastor all but moaned.

Leaning back into Alastor, Angel said, “Have I ever told ya what a great husband ya are? How good ya are to me?”

“Yes,” Alastor replied with a satisfied smirk. “But I must put off your praises in favor your next gift.”

“Alastor-“ Angel started to protest but the Radio Demon’s eyes glowed brighter, stealing the words from Angel’s tongue.

Hands on Angel’s hips, Alastor turned them away from the mirror to look over the room of the boudoir. Angel hesitated, confused, but heard the snap of Alastor’s fingers. Slowly, the drawers that had been locked earlier in the day slid open on their own to reveal a hoard of glittering jewels.

Eyes wide, Angel’s breath stuck in his throat. Pearls, diamonds, rubies, emeralds and sapphires sparkled from gold and silver settings. Necklaces, bracelets, rings, jewelry of every kind lay nestled in velvet lined storage drawers ready for any occasion. 

“Al-“ Angel’s voice dropped off, struggling to take it all in.

“Do you like it?” Alastor asked. “I found it difficult to bring home only a single pearl necklace when you deserved an entire treasury.”

“You shouldn’t have,” Angel managed to get out. “This is too much-“

“I find it’s just enough,” Alastor said. “Will you accept it?”

“Y-yes!” Angel gave a breathy laugh. “It’s- amazing! I love it!”

“It pleases me to know that you do,” Alastor replied.

Turning back to the mirror, Angel touched the pearls around his neck. They looped over and around his neck several times, hanging down to his waist just as he had described. They matched the white of his fur perfectly. “I think these will be my favorite though.”

“Why is that?” Alastor asked.

“Because you can lead me around,” Angel teased, wrapping a hand around the ropes and giving a slight tug. “No doubt who my husband is when you hold the leash.”

Alastor chuckled, eyes locking with Angel’s in the reflection. “Even when I’m not there, I hope they’ll make you think of me.”

“How could I not? They’re so heavy, it’s a constant reminder of today, of the way you took me after giving them to me.”

“Yes,” Alastor’s voice dipped low in a growl, hands pulling up the skirts of Angel’s dress. “Reminding you who you return home to, who waits for you, who adores you.”

Shivering, Angel took Alastor’s hand to guide it between his legs. “Who I belong to.”

Pressing his face into the nape of Angel’s neck, Alastor’s eyes drifted closed as he felt the mess he’d left behind. Growling as his fingers slid through the slick, petal soft lips he repeated, “Who you belong to.”

“Remind me again,” Angel breathed as Alastor’s fingers traced a circle around his clit. The simmering desire that had been slowly growing since their sunset rendezvous flared white hot under the careful attention. Angel felt as though he would burn up.

“Forgotten already?” Alastor teased.

“How could I possibly?” Angel asked. “Ya left me so full and so empty.”

“Poor dear,” Alastor purred in mock sympathy. Slipping two fingers easily inside of Angel and curling them forward he asked, “Is this better, mo cher?”

“Yes!” Angel gasped, rocking down into the attention. “But I need more.”

“More?” Alastor asked as he began rubbing deep inside of Angel, his seed running out over his fingers to coat his hand. “But darling, you’re still full from last time. How much do you need?”

“A-ah!” Angel gasped, gripping Alastor’s arm for support. Shame burned hot in his chest, overflowing into his stomach. “As much as you can give me. Need you to fuck me full til- til-!”

“Until you beg me to stop?” Alastor growled in his ear, brushing his thumb over Angel’s sensitive clit and earning a sharp whine.

“Please-“ Angel gasped.

Alastor’s arm moved from around Angel’s waist to grip his chin, forcing his attention to their reflection. Unused to Alastor being so commanding, Angel’s heart stutters in his chest and he succumbs to the direction so desperate to please.

“Just look at you, pet,” Alastor hissed in his ear, eyes glowing red with barely restrained hunger. “What a picture you make. I should have you painted like this.”

It was obscene. Reflected from three angles Angel watched as his legs trembled, Alastor’s hand moving between them unseen. His face was flushed pink, eyes unfocused and dark with desire. Lips parted, he struggled to catch his breath. 

Angel had been defiled and debauched countless times but it had only ever been a drug addled act. He’d sen the tapes, always shocked at how eagerly the masses ate up the performance. Sober and besotted, the picture he made was so entirely different Angel almost didn’t recognize himself.

“You gonna let someone see me naked? Do you want me to spread my legs for them so they can see your cum dripping out of my pussy?” Angel asked, lust mad and desperate for more of the intimacy that only Alastor could give. “Are you sure you could even let them close to me?”

Voice thick with static Alastor curled his fingers so deep into Angel his vision bloomed. He felt more than heard when his husband growled with barely restrained envy, “I never said they would live.”

With that, Alastor withdrew his fingers from inside Angel. The sudden loss felt like torture and Angel swayed dangerously, struggling to make his long legs cooperate. Alastor released his face and caught him, easing them both down to kneel on the dais. Leaning back against Alastor’s solid chest, Angel tried to catch his breath while his pussy pulsed demandingly. Encircled in his husband’s arms he might have been able to ignore his body’s insistence. 

“What a glorious mess we’ve made,” Alastor mused, showing Angel his cum slick fingers. “Open.”

Obediently Angel’s mouth fell open, tongue out. Without hesitation Alastor slid his fingers into Angel’s waiting mouth, humming appreciatively as Angel licked the mess away. Holding his husband’s ravenous gaze in the reflection, Angel slid his tongue over and between Alastor’s fingers, sucking with greedy enthusiasm.

The taste of his husband’s seed and his own slick fluids filled his mouth and Angel took the fingers so deep they nudged the back of his throat. Obediently he swallowed it all down. When Alastor rumbled an approving sound in his chest, Angel hollowed his cheeks and pulled slowly off.

Alastor was giving a valiant effort at remaining in control but Angel was determined to make the stag break and give him everything he wanted.

“What a salacious creature you are,” Alastor said as he eased Angel to sit up. 

“Only for you,” Angel said, voice thick with desire. “Only for my husband.”

Alastor’s hands went to the bodice of Angel’s dress and began working the buttons open one at a time. Nose pressed into the fluffy white curls, Alastor’s eyes closed as he pressed a kiss to Angel’s hair. Just as his hands worked their way down, so too did his lips. Angel let his head tilt to the side and allowed himself to bask in the gentle treatment.

“And you, my beloved wife,” Alastor whispered to him in a sonorous voice, making his heart race. “More beautiful than any work of art, more flawless than any pearl, stronger and more brilliant than any diamond, for you I would be anything.”

Alastor unfastened the last button on the bodice and pulled it carefully open. Dropping all of his shoulders back Angel allowed his husband to undress him, revealing the beautiful stays beneath. Not having had the opportunity to appreciate them yet, Alastor smoothed a hand down the structured lines of the garment.

“Oh, mo ange,” Alastor rumbled, taking him in. “Mo belle cher.”

Hands reaching Angel’s waist, Alastor untied the skirts from where they were fastened, unfolding them from around Angel’s legs. With some shifting they came away fully and were dropped to the floor. 

Left only in the stays and the stockings, Angel wasted no time spreading his legs wide and bearing himself to Alastor in the mirror. Hard and flushed his cock stood at attention, his thighs visibly smeared and cunt dripping still more cum Angel made a scene of himself. Alastor took a deep breath behind him and smoothed his hands up and down Angel’s thighs possessively. 

“It was so hard,” Angel sighed as he took himself in hand, stroking up and down the length of his erection with a low moan as he fell back against Alastor’s chest. The angle allowed him to expose his flushed, cum soaked lips. “Smiling and laughing and saying good bye when what I wanted, what I needed was to be wrapped in your arms.”

Alastor rumbled behind him, hands traveling over the swell of Angel’s ass and up to his waist. He was close to breaking, Angel could tell by the manic glow of his eyes. Angel wanted nothing more than for Alastor to let go and fuck him like he had in the garden.

“Feeling your cum running down my legs wishing for nothing other than for you to fuck it back into me,” Angel’s hand moved faster, cock throbbing in his hand and voice wavering as his mouth ran away from him. He wanted to be fucked and he knew just what to say to spur his husband to action. “Wishing you’d bend me over and take me, own me, breed me.”

Alastor’s fingers flexed as his grip tightened, his sharp claws picking the fabric of the stays as he ground out, “Pardon?”

“Breed me,” Angel said, focusing on the rise in Alastor’s static warped tone. Reaching a hand up to cup Alastor’s cheek he kept the stag’s gaze in the mirror as he continued, “You’ve married me, spoiled me, left me full and dripping. All that’s left is to put your baby in me. Wouldn’t you like that?”

In the mirror, Alastor’s eyes went dark and his antlers grew, twisting around one another. “Would you?”

“I’d like you to try,” Angel said haughtily, smirking at him. 

The clawed hands moved from Angel’s waist, pushing him forward to force him to his hands and knees. Angel rested his upper two hands against the mirror, supporting himself with the lower two. Arching his back, Angel raised his hips to Alastor, providing him with ample access. At the sound of Alastor opening his pants, Angel bit his lip.

Alastor’s surprisingly hard cock thrust between the cheeks of his ass, grinding against him eagerly. It was a shock at how much he was dripping already, the thick member gliding over Angel’s skin with ease and drawing out a moan.

“Keep those hands on the mirror, darling,” Alastor instructed in a commanding static laced tone.

“Yes, daddy,” Angel whined as he put his hands up where Alastor could see them, pushing back against the cock rutting into his ass. 

“Tell me what you want.”

“Want you to fuck me every way you can,” Angel stared at him hungrily in the mirror. “Any way you can. Want you to breed me so deep and hard I can’t walk tomorrow.”

Slowly the stag pulled Angel’s hips back and lined himself up with the spider’s dripping cunt. In a single, swift motion he buried himself inside, hips coming to rest against the rounded swell of Angel’s ass. Mouth falling open Angel moaned his relief, pushing back onto his husband. The girth of the stag’s hard cock stretched him with a dull burn.

In the mirror Angel could see that Alastor had forced out the last of his earlier release left inside, thick white cum dripping to the floor. Alastor doubled over Angel, nuzzling his nose into Angel’s hair as they both adjusted.

“If you were carrying my child, you would not need to walk again,” Alastor said, distortions coloring his voice. “I would carry you everywhere.”

“E-even when I’m big and round?” Angel asked, forcing himself to relax around the intrusion.

“Especially then,” Alastor replied, one hands smoothing over the flat of Angel’s lower stomach.

“C’mon then, daddy,” Angel taunted, shivering as the stag touched him so intimately. “Put a little fawn in me.”

Finally Alastor pulled slowly back and pushed in again. Cum easing the way and relaxed from his earlier orgasm, Angel was left with only pleasure as he was filled again. Eyes fluttering shut, Angel tried to rock his hips back to meet the motion only for Alastor to tighten the grip on his waist and hold him still. Angel whimpered his protest but the stag would not be swayed. Maddeningly, Alastor remained stubbornly in control. His husband withdrew almost all the way and thrust in.

It was an infuriatingly slow pace but Angel could feel every movement, every well angled drag of Alastor’s girth over his most sensitive places. In no time he was breathless, the rolling motion of Alastor’s hips slowly building up to a sweet release. 

“That’s it, daddy,”Angel panted. “It’s so deep, it’s so good.”

“And you, my sweet, feel like a dream,” Alastor kissed the back of Angel’s neck, his shoulders. As he rocked into Angel the pearls clicked rhythmically together. “So wet, cunt overflowing with my cum.”

Hearing Alastor speak in such a filthy manner made Angel’s cock throb.

With that, one of Alastor’s hands snaked between Angel’s legs, his fingers sliding through the leaking seed forced from inside. Angel let out a choked sob as the fingers slowly circled his clit, rubbing in time with the slow motions. Reflexively Angel tightened around Alastor’s cock feeling him throb in response, a screech of radio feedback ringing out.

“Faster daddy, please,” Angel begged, legs beginning to tremble.

“Now, now,” Alastor chided, not speeding up his motion at all but angling his hips to better drive into the place that made stars explode behind Angel’s vision. “I want to take my time with you, mo cher.”

“Please,” Angel panted, struggling to speak. Even when he begged, Alastor remained in control.

“So impatient,” Alastor teased, movements still languid, so close and yet so far from what Angel wanted most.

“P-please,” Angel sobbed, Alastor’s cock dragging over his g spot even as the fingers toyed with his clit. 

“You’re so beautiful when you beg,” Alastor said, placing a torturously gentle kiss to his shoulder. Gazing at Angel’s pleasure drunk expression in the mirror he sighed, “Look at you.”

It was a sight to be sure. Eyes heavy and pupils blown wide, Angel panted open mouthed. His breath fogged the mirror. The pearls hung around his neck swaying with the rocking motion of their bodies, a metronomic measurement of their passion. And there between Angel’s spread legs, his leaking neglected cock and Alastor’s hand toying with his pussy as he fucked into it. 

In spite of Angel’s best efforts to goad Alastor on, the stag would not be moved. Swallowing hard, Angel succumbed and decided allow Alastor to do as he pleased.

“You look like sin itself,” Alastor said, eyes taking Angel in with a ravenous hunger. “And yet Heaven is here between your lovely thighs, so warm and inviting. My good boy, my darling.”

Angel gasped, shivering when Alastor’s hand pulled away from his clit. 

“W-wait, don’t stop,” Angel felt as though he may cry. “Please touch me.”

“But my darling, I thought you wanted to be fucked.” Alastor said tauntingly. 

“Yes!” Angel cried out, impatient for what he knew was coming.

Alastor withdrew and thrust quickly back in again, punching a sharp little cry from Angel’s open lips. It was a slow but rough pace that Alastor set, using Angel’s waist to pull him back onto his cock. As Alastor adjusted, he moved faster. 

Mouth open, Angel moaned as he was fucked like his body craved. Even his hands began to tremble as he struggled to stay up. 

“That’s it mo cher, so good for me,” Alastor moaned as he moved faster. “You’ll be so beautiful, round with my fawns.”

The praise went straight to Angel’s cock, leaking as it bobbed with the force of the motion. Little whimpering cries came unbidden and Angel was powerless to stop them. He could feel Alastor throbbing inside his cunt as he neared his release.

“Gimme a baby,” Angel begged as he panted. “Fuck me full, gimme a baby.”

“Oh mo ange, are you sure you can keep it all inside?” Alastor asked, rutting into him faster. Radio static hissed as Angel whined and tightened desperately around him. “Or should I keep you plugged on my cock until I’m sure it took?”

With a broken cry, Angel came hard. The filthy words were just enough to push him over the edge. Pleased, Alastor fucked him through the pleasure as wave after wave came over him. A low growl rumbled in the Radio Demon’s chest as the feeling of Angel’s climax sped him forward his own. Finally Alastor pushed as deep inside as he could and spilled into him with short, rutting thrusts.

“Ah, yes!” Angel whined as Alastor pulled him back against his chest, supporting Angel as his cock pulsed his release inside. “Yes, daddy, fill me up.”

Alastor gripped Angel’s dripping erection, savoring the way he writhed. Hand flying quickly over his leaking cock, Alastor kept him carefully on the edge.

“Watch,” Alastor commanded and Angel forced his eyes to focus on their reflection. “See what a beautiful creature you are.”

In the mirror he watched himself tremble as Alastor worked him over, still rocking with the languid thrusts of Alastor’s climax. The warmth flooding him and the sight of his husband’s radio dial eyes taking him in pushed him over a second time and Angel came with a shout, spilling into Alastor’s hand and onto the mirror.

For a moment, Angel lost touch with himself. The pleasure washed over him as his body gave in to the attentions. True to his word, Alastor filled him, working him through their shared gratification. 

Once Angel began to return to himself, breath evening out, Alastor pushed him onto his hands and knees, nose inches from his cum dripping down the mirror.

“Don’t make a mess of your gifts,” Alastor said in a deceptively light tone. “Clean it up.”

With a rough shiver Angel closed his eyes and dragged the flat of his tongue over the glass, licking his own mess from the mirror’s surface. He did not miss the feeling of Alastor’s softening cock twitching inside him at the sight.

“Good boy.”

When Angel finished, Alastor pulled carefully out and gently lifted him. Curling up in Alastor’s arms, Angel shivered and tried to relax as he was carried to their bedroom. Though the lamps were out, sculpted brass wall sconces sported flickering tapered candles. Through the open windows fireflies drifted in, adding their own unhurried twinkling lights to the low warm glow. Overhead the thick canopy of flowers still hung, blossoms falling like snow.

There Alastor lay him in the bed littered with wisteria petals. Carefully the stag helped to arrange the pillows beneath Angel so that he would be comfortable. Shifting back into the pile of soft pillows to get comfortable, Angel sighed in relief.

Opening his eyes, Angel saw that Alastor’s own had returned to normal and his antlers diminished somewhat. Angel’s face warmed when Alastor stripped off his red vest and rolled the billowing sleeves of his white shirt up his forearm. The stag caught him watching and smirked, making Angel look away with a huff.

Together they settled onto the bed, laying side by side. Propping himself on his elbow, Alastor leaned over Angel and gently stroked the curls back from his face. The way that the stag looked down at him, eyes tracing every feature of his face made Angel’s heart flutter.

“Was it too much, mo ange?” Alastor asked, concerned as he searched for any hint of discomfort. “I wasn’t sure for a moment-“

“That was some of the hottest sex I’ve ever had,” Angel replied with a tired smile. Gazing up at Alastor with wide, love-drunk eyes he said, “It was great, thank you.”

“It was- did I say the right things?” Alastor asked as he brushed a finger down Angel’s cheek.

The sudden feeling of hands on his stays distracted Angel but a quick glance down confirmed it was only Alastor’s shadow slowly opening the laces. It fixed Angel with a mischievous smirk and licked it’s phantom lips. The way its own antlers expanded, appearing to twist ceaselessly in the flickering candlelight, seemed enticingly threatening.

“It was perfect,” Angel said, turning his attention quickly back to the stag beside him. Lifting a shaky hand, Angel touched his finger to the tip of his husband’s nose. “You’re getting good at the dirty talk.”

“You said it is merely- the most filthy thoughts given voice,” Alastor said, taking Angel’s hand to hold it against his cheek. Eyes sliding closed he said, “It’s obscene, but I love how it effects you.”

“I think I could cum just listening to you talk,” Angel said, closing his eyes as well and breathing a sigh of relief as the stays loosened. 

The shadow’s eyes glittered with impatience as the lace at last pulled away. Finally, it untied the shoulder straps and opened the front of the garment, drinking in the sight of Angel’s body.

“Maybe we should try that some day,” Alastor said, releasing Angel’s hand to help his shadow. As the stays were pulled away the stag paused, breathing out, “What-?”

“Like ‘em?” Angel smirked, eyes still closed. “Thought I might give ya a little surprise of my own.”

A gentle hand cupped the small breast hidden somewhat beneath the fluff of Angel’s chest. Alastor’s thumb brushed carefully over the soft nipple before moving his hand to cup the other as well. Angel let out a soft appreciative sound as he was cautiously explored.

“That feels so nice,” Angel sighed, basking in the tender treatment.

Arching his back, Angel pushed his chest up into Alastor’s hand to encourage him. The movement unsettled the pearls, making the heavy ropes fall over his new breasts. A shiver ran down his spine. 

“Allow me,” Alastor said, gripping the ropes and easing them up and off Angel’s neck. 

Lifting his head, Angel let Alastor take the necklace, thankful he wouldn’t become tangled in it. Reaching his arms over his head, Angel stretched. The burn of the muscles in his back felt nice though he had to press his thighs together to keep from making a mess.

He did not expect to feel the shadow’s cool hands trapping his wrists for the second time that day. 

“What?” Angel asked, eyes opening. Looking up he saw the shadow smirking at him and Alastor looping the rope of pearls around each of his wrists to secure them together.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you?” Alastor asked, tossing the string of pearls over a filigrees decoration on their headboard and pulling it through to tie Angel’s hands out of the way. “Or would you prefer diamond studded cuffs?”

“I-“ Angel tried to speak, only to lose his track of thought at the sight of the shadow hovering over his legs. “I uh- I didn’t expect-“

“Would you rather rest? Have a bath?” Alastor asked, moving down to hover an inch over Angel’s face. Their lips brushed as he said, “You did have such a big day.”

“I-I want it,” Angel said quickly. “Whatever you have planned, I want it.”

Alastor kissed him gently, sweetly, the same way he had after their marriage vows. Angel’s heart fluttered in his chest and he nearly begged when Alastor pulled back just enough to say, “We’re going to be here a while.”

Cool hands on Angel’s knees spread his legs apart. Giving no resistance, Angel bore himself to the shadow. Alastor’s fingers trailed down the length of his torso to dip back into the soaked lips again with an appreciative, static laced hum.

“You’re absolutely burning up,” Alastor whispered, kissing him again and allowed his fingers to explore. They brushed Angel’s clit and slid further down to his entrance. “And leaking…”

“You promised to keep me full,” Angel whined, falling effortlessly back into their game. 

“I did, didn’t I?” Alastor mused absently.

For a moment Angel wasn’t sure what would happen and then he felt a blunt shape nudging at his entrance. With gentle pressure the plug slipped into him and Angel let out an appreciative moan of relief.

“Perfect,” Alastor purred and snapped his fingers.

The shadow went to work, its long tongue slithering through the dripping lips of Angel’s cunt. The plug nestled inside him began to vibrate at a low, tantalizing frequency making him gasp. Alastor took the opportunity to claim Angel’s mouth, slipping his tongue inside to explore the points of Angel’s teeth. Eyes closing, Angel surrendered himself. 

Heat pooled low in his belly as the shadowy tongue explored him. It swirled around his clit and lapped up all of the cum that had managed to escape him. Dark fingers clutched at Angel’s thighs, holding them open as it worked him over with enthusiasm.

Angel moaned into Alastor’s mouth, his mind going mercifully blank and the attention was lavished on him. Alastor’s hand cupped his breast again, his teeth grazing Angel’s lip before pulling back and admiring his drunken expression.

“Oh my darling, I wish you could see yourself now,” Alastor murmured, his voice deceptively smooth. His glowing red gaze raked over Angel’s body, pausing to appreciate his chest. “If you wanted them, you had only to ask.”

“Wanted to surprise you,” Angel panted, trying to form words as the shadow’s lips wrapped around his clit and sucked.

“And what a lovely surprise it is,” Alastor said sweetly, smoothing some of the fluff away from his nipple. “The same delicate pink as the rest of you.”

Angel didn’t have a response to that, only able to shiver.

The stag chuckled low in his throat, leaning down to wrap his lips around the petal soft flesh. Angel gasped, arms tugging helplessly at the pearls. Alastor’s warm tongue traced a circle around the sensitive nipple, his teeth barely grazing it. Between Angel’s legs the shadow’s tongue slipped over his cunt and slithered lower, searching out his ass.

Angel cried out as the tongue lazily breeched him, eyes rolling back as one of his legs was pushed up to grant the shadow better access. Paying no mind to the pleasured cries Alastor continued about his gentle treatment of Angel’s breasts, pulling off to knead them carefully in his palms.

“You are quite possibly the softest creature in existence,” Alastor said appreciatively, pressing the fluffy mounds together and admiring the sight of Angel’s cleavage. “I will never tire of feeling you.”

In response, Angel could only moan brokenly as he was tongue fucked. The wicked shadow curled it’s tongue against his prostate and began pressing against it, making Angel’s legs tremble. The change of position shifted the pug inside of him, the tip settling against his sensitive g spot. With the carefully repeated encouragement from inside him, Angel’s cock beginning to thicken between his legs. 

“Such a beautiful sight,” Alastor sighed as he traced circles around Angel’s nipples with a teasing featherlight touch. Gaze traveling down the length of Angel’s torso, he watched as the shadow devoured his husband. “Such a mess.”

“C-can’t help it,” Angel whimpered out.

“Can’t you?” Alastor asked with an amused smile.

“N-not when y-you-“ Angel’s voice broke around a moan as the shadow’s tongue thrust particularly hard against him.

Alastor snapped his fingers and much to Angel and the shadow’s dismay, it was forced to stop. It’s tongue pulled slowly out but not without one last prod to make Angel jump. It eased his legs down again, laying him carefully back onto the bed. Frustratingly, the plug also moved.

Mind clearing somewhat, Angel’s watery eyes focused on Alastor. “Not when I have you,” he panted. 

“Me?” Alastor asked, a satisfied smile spreading over his face.

“Want you to hold me, want you to t-touch me,” Angel managed to get out. “Want your hands all over me, want you inside of me, only you forever.”

Eyes dark and half lidded he said, “Angel-“

“Want you to give a baby,” Angel said, mouth running away from his mind. “A piece of you ’n a piece of me mixed together forever-“

Alastor leaned down to capture Angel’s mouth with his own. Angel eagerly kissed back, lips sliding over Alastor’s and clumsily catching on sharp teeth. The coppery taste of blood passed fleetingly over Angel’s tongue but he could not be sure who it belonged to.

It wasn’t fair that Alastor was so good to him, so giving and Angel had so few options with which to repay him. In all his years in the sex industry Angel had never once had a pregnancy scare. He doubted then that it was even possible which had been fine with him for so long. Now the desire tugged at his heart, an unspoken and unknown possibility he couldn’t have appreciated before. 

Gripping the strings of pearls like a lifeline, Angel slowly relaxed back into the pillows again. When at last their lips parted he was breathless. Even if he had the air in his lungs, the look in Alastor’s eyes would have stolen it again. Alastor gazed down at him with more tender adoration than Angel would have thought possible, the tiny smile tugging his lips all at once fond and dreamy.

“Careful mo cher, you will melt my frozen heart,” Alastor whispered.

“Maybe I want to,” Angel replied, wrapped up in the tender fantasies born of his unruly mouth. “Maybe I wanna see what you’re made of.”

Alastor smirked then and raised a hand to snap his fingers and draw Angel’s mind back to the present. “Allow me to show you.”

The shadow moved to kneel between Angel’s legs, smirking down at him with wicked eyes. Alastor watched appreciatively as his shadow gripped Angel’s long legs behind the knee and spread them further apart. Tied down and helpless, Angel lay exposed to his lovers. Gripping the pearls tighter, Angel took a deep breath.

Alastor’s fingers snapped again and the shadow pressed slowly into Angel’s ass. Mouth falling open Angel moaned and submit himself to their whims. The shadow came to rest deep inside him but only allowed Angel a moment to adjust before starting a steady rhythm and quickly speeding up. 

“Such a beautiful creature, so obedient, so delightful,” Alastor said as he turned Angel’s face to look at him. “So perfect for me.”

Angel couldn’t find his voice to respond, only able to whimper as he fell further into the pleasure. The shadow, cruel as it was drove as deep as it could with each thrust. The plug in Angel’s pussy vibrated on, the way the shadow posed him pushing it right against his g spot. It was too much already and Angel could feel his cock leaking onto his stomach.

A sharp, needy cry tore out of his throat when Alastor took him in hand, stroking slowly from the base almost to the tip where Angel wanted the most to be touched. Licking slow, lazy circles around Angel’s nipples Alastor slid his hand down to the base and circled two fingers around Angel’s cock in a tight hold. As if on cue, the shadow folded Angel nearly in half, fucking into him passionately and without mercy.

“A-Alastor!” Angel choked out, on the verge of tears. He was so close but the grip around his cock wouldn’t let him finish.

“Yes, darling?” Alastor replied as he moved from one breast to the other.

“P-please!” Angel begged. “Please let me cum.”

“All in good time,” Alastor assured him, returning his attention to Angel’s nipples. 

The shadow continued to work Angel over, thrusting directly against his prostate with each motion. Angel trembled bodily, glad of the help forcing his legs apart. If it were left to him, he would surely have failed to hold the position.

“Al,” Angel whimpered. “I-It’s my birthday… please?”

Pausing his attentions Alastor pulled off of Angel’s breast to look at his desperate expression. Tears clinging to his lashes, Angel gazed up at him pleadingly. 

“Please,” Angel begged, the pleasure beginning to verge on pain.

Mercifully, Alastor released the base of his cock. The shadow’s tongue lolled out of it’s crooked smile as it greedily drank in the sight of Angel beneath it.

“Cum for me, mo cher,” Alastor said, watching as Angel’s eyes fluttered closed.

Screaming, Angel came untouched. Back arching off the bed, he gave into the pleasure as he was fucked through his orgasm. The shadow slowed somewhat, pressing deep into Angel and rutting into him. Angel tightened hard around the intrusion with each brush of the shadow’s cock over his prostate. Twitching, Angel’s cock spilled across his stomach.

“So beautiful, so lovely, my darling, mo ange,” Alastor whispered into his ear, nuzzling Angel’s hair. “My beloved, my mate, my doe…”

Gasping down air, Angel began to come down. Through the darkness of the bedroom he followed the sound of Alastor’s voice back to himself. The tension in his muscles eased as the shadow lay his legs back down onto the bed.

“Deep breaths, my dear,” Alastor told him, cupping a hand to Angel’s cheek. “Take deep breaths for me. That’s very good.”

Turning his head a bit, Angel put his forehead to the stag’s. After all the times Angel had done much the same for Alastor it would seem he had picked up a few helpful habits. It brought a smile to Angel’s face, following the instructions whispered so lovingly. 

“Thank you,” Angel panted. “Its so good.”

“That is the idea, my love,” Alastor replied. “Think you can take one more?”

“Yes,” Angel breathed.

“Tell me what you want, and it will be yours,” Alastor promised. 

“Fuck my pussy, please,” Angel begged.

“As you wish, my beloved,” Alastor said, capturing Angel’s lips in a gentle kiss. 

When Alastor pulled away Angel lay back and watched him shifting down the bed, looking Angel over the same way he might admire a sculpture. The shadow disappeared into the night, flickering candlelight casting a warm glow over Alastor’s face as he gazed down at Angel. 

Alastor’s smile may have been meant to deceive but Angel could read the truth in his eyes, and his rose tinted gaze. The Radio Demon was entranced by the sight of his husband laying open before him. Angel adored the way that he could watch Alastor’s eyes travel along the length of his body, committing each curve to memory.

“You look radiant,” Alastor said, kneeling between Angel’s legs and guiding them to wrap around his waist. “Tangled in your gifts, exhausted with pleasure, I could never tire of this view.”

“You can see it any time,” Angel said with a wink. It was a miracle that he could speak at all.

“As tempting as that offer may be, I’m afraid I’m more taken with the way you call me ‘Bambi’,” Alastor replied, gazing down at the mess before him. “Though I plan to enjoy this fully.”

Angel’s cock, still half hard, lay in the mess left behind from his last climax and the supple lips of his pussy still parted around the plug buzzing quietly inside. Tentatively Alastor pressed at the base, drawing a pleased little sound from Angel before sliding his thumb through the slick lips in search of the sensitive little clit.

When he found it, Angel sighed, pushing into the gentle treatment as Alastor carefully worked him up. The hunger growing more apparent in his husband’s glowing gaze made Angel shudder. Adoration gave way to unmasked desire, though Alastor did not yet act.

“How do you feel?” Alastor asked.

“Good, but go easy this time,” Angel said. “Wanna be able to walk tomorrow.”

“When I am here, you do not need to walk, but I will take care,” Alastor promised, sliding his thumb down through the soft folds. Taking hold of the plug he tugged slowly, watching as Angel’s entrance stretched around it. Once it was removed Alastor pushed the vibrating plug gently through the lips, rubbing careful circles around Angel’s clit. “Beautiful.”

“Ah,” Angel whimpered at the feeling, trying to push into it.

The plug removed, Alastor’s seed began to trickle out again. Thick and white it welled up from between the supple lips to drip down. Entranced, Alastor used the vibrating plug to smear it over Angel’s cunt. 

“C’mon daddy,” Angel taunted. “Fuck it back inside me.”

Alastor vanished the plug and opened his pants again, pulling his erection out. Using the mess on his hand he slicked himself up, eyes never leaving Angel’s cunt. “As you wish, my love.”

“Breed me, daddy,” Angel said as the blunt head pressed against him. 

Alastor eased into Angel with care, watching his face for any trace of discomfort. Angel’s eyes fluttered closed, enjoying the feeling of being filled again at last. Though he was sensitive, there was no pain as Alastor came to rest fully inside him. 

“Oh mo cher,” Alastor rumbled, voice edged with static. “You’re so warm, so tight, so wet.”

“A-and you, you’re so big,” Angel stammered. Tightening his legs around Alastor’s waist he pleaded, “Move.”

Bracing his hands on either side of Angel’s waist Alastor pulled back and pushed slowly back inside again. The drag of his cock over Angel’s tender g spot drew out a melodic moan from Angel’s lips. Chasing that sound, the stag moved faster but restrained himself in measured caution.

“Daddy,” Angel whimpered, cunt tightening reflexively around the cock fucking into him. “It’s so good!”

“As are you, mo ange,” Alastor said, breath coming harder as he worked. When he looked up at Angel’s wrists bound by the string of pearls his hips stuttered, snapping forward.

A little yelp of pleasure escaped Angel and Alastor adjusted the angle. Moving slowly he pulled out and thrust back in, aiming each thrust where he had learned Angel loved most. The movement rocked the spider arching beneath him, jostling his small breasts. Unable to help himself, Alastor watched them bouncing.

Leaning down, the stag braced himself on his elbows. Rolling his hips into the willing body beneath him, Alastor nuzzled his face into Angel’s chest. When his hot tongue traced a slow circle around Angel’s sensitive nipple, the spider cried out. 

“That’s it daddy,” Angel moaned. “Just like that.”

Latching onto one breast, Alastor cupped the other in his palm. The soft mound filled his hand perfectly, the downy fur easing the slide of his fingers. As a test, Alastor gently pinched the pink little bud between his fingers, relishing the way that Angel arched into the attention. When he sucked on the other, Angel’s cunt grew impossibly tight around his cock. Alastor moaned around the sensitive flesh, pushing deep inside Angel and fucking into him with short little thrusts.

“S-so good daddy,” Angel whimpered. “It’s so good. I’m gettin’ close!”

Pulling his mouth off of Angel’s breast, Alastor cupped them both in his hands. “Going to cum for me, my love?”

“Yes,” Angel said. 

“Good,” Alastor said, leaning up to whisper in Angel’s ear. “I’m going to breed your divine little cunt. Would you like a lovely little fawn inside you?”

“Yes!” Angel gasped, the frequency of Alastor’s voice sending chills down his spine. “Yes daddy, I want it. Gimme your fawns.”

“That’s my good doe,” Alastor purred, pinching Angel’s nipples as he sped up. “Daddy’s going to fill you up. I want you to keep it all inside, understand?”

“I can take it,” Angel repeated, mind going dull with the mounting pleasure. “I’ll be your good doe.”

“Cum for me, mo ange,” Alastor said. “Let me see you feeling good for me.”

With a broken sob, Angel fell over the edge for the last time and Alastor quickly followed after him. Panting hard, Angel rocked down onto Alastor as he rode out his orgasm. The warmth flooding into him easing their movements. The thick cum dripped out around the girth of Alastor’s cock even as it pulsed more into him.

Alastor captured Angel’s lips with his own, kissing him with fervor as he pressed deep into Angel and stilled at last. The aftershocks of Angel’s pleasure slowly ebbed, his walls tightening rhythmically around Alastor to draw out the last of his release. Mind blessedly blank Angel moved on instinct alone.

Breaking their kiss, Alastor caught his breath and looked over Angel’s dazed expression. Lips kiss swollen and parted to gasp down air, Alastor looked at him as though he had never seen anything more beautiful. Letting Angel’s mind catch up, Alastor kissed across his cheeks and nose, lavishing affection on him.

“My sweet doe,” Alastor whispered. “So good for me, so lovely.”

“Al, can you untie me? I wanna hold ya,” Angel asked.

With a snap of Alastor’s finger the pearls fell slack, releasing Angel’s hands. All four arms wrapped around him, cradling Alastor close. Relaxing, Alastor lay his head on Angel’s chest.

“Thank you,” Angel sighed happily as they lay together. “Thank you so much for everything.”

“I like giving you things,” Alastor mumbled. “I like seeing your eyes light up and your beautiful smile. You deserve so much and have received so little. It’s … fun to bridge that gap.”

“I know that. But I also know how much of a challenge it can be for you to take control like tonight,” Angel said softly. “I know you like it when I lead. I just want to say I’m thankful when you do this.”

“You make me feel safe when we make love,” Alastor said, nuzzling into the fluff against his cheek. “I feel protected, secure. When the anxieties come you soothe them away again. I only want to provide the same. You deserve to feel that too.”

“That’s pretty high praise, ya gonna make me blush,” Angel smiled up at the wisteria canopy overhead, watching the fireflies drift through the petals. He was tempted to ask that the flowers stay.

“I like it when you blush,” Alastor said.

“Ya also like my surprise,” Angel said and gave Alastor a gentle squeeze. “Never took ya for a tit man.”

“Like so many things, they suit you,” Alastor said with a defensive edge. “It would be such a shame to waste the opportunity and not enjoy them properly.”

“I was hoping they’d be bigger but it was still nice,” Angel said.

“If you would like to try it again, I could help you experiment,” Alastor said, voice purposefully light, almost disinterested. Angel had to bite his lip to keep from laughing.

“I think ya just wanna suck ‘em while ya fuck me,” Angel teased. “But ya know what? It really would take the mommy kink thing to a whole other level.”

Alastor said nothing but let out a long suffering sigh.

“Although if we’re gonna make it god-tier, ya really gotta knock me up.”

Lifting his head, Alastor looked up at him. “Can you have children? You never mentioned it but I’ve wondered.”

“Don’t think I can,” Angel said with a sad smile. “So if ya were countin’ on it, I hate t’ disappoint.”

“I’m not disappointed,” Alastor replied. “I know I would not make a good father. I am no role model and I could not knowingly burden you with the task of making up for my short comings.”

“I don’t think I’d be a good father either,” Angel said, trailing featherlight touch along Alastor’s arms. “I mean, I’m no role model either. Besides, if we did have a kid I don’t think I could let ya call me mommy anymore.”

“I doubt I could bring myself to do it,” Alastor chuckled. “All jokes aside, I like our life the way it is.”

“You kidding?” Angel said. “This is Heaven.”

Alastor was silent for a moment before asking, “Do you mean that?”

“Yeah,” Angel said as he met Alastor’s eyes. “Look around. You did all this for my birthday. Threw me a party, called my friends over, gave me more jewels than most royal families have, ’n fucked me senseless. You think singing in some angelic choir could compare? Never. Not in a million years. God wishes he had anything this good up there.”

“I suppose the pressure is truly on for next year,” Alastor mused to himself. “I’m not entirely sure how I might top this.”

“Let’s do it again,” Angel said, moving two of his hands to cup Alastor’s face. “Let’s do it all over again. Exactly like this year but next time, be there with me.”

“You mean at the party?” Alastor asked, blinking.

“Yeah,” Angel said. “Be here when I wake up, when I get dressed, when the guests arrive. Play games with us, eat cake with us. The only thing that could have made it all better would be to have you with me.”

“Your wish is my command,” Alastor’s smile eased. “I would be delighted to accompany you.”

Angel pulled Alastor down into a sweet kiss, doing his best to pour all the gratitude into the gesture. Pulling back just enough, Angel said against his lips, “But next time, I wanna ride ya first thing n’ wear that plug all day long.”

Alastor shivered and replied, “As you wish.”

Chapter Text

Dinner with Niss was always an event. The brothers hardly spoke to one another, and certainly not on a regular basis. The stoic attitude of his older brother brought out a certain similar aspect in Angel, a reflex from his years in the family. When they did speak, it was almost always just to catch up. On the off chance that their topics would stray too close to sentiment, they would shut down and sit in awkward silence staring at their drinks until they thought of something to say that would diffuse the moment.

Now that Angel was married, Niss would routinely ask about “that radio bastard” with a certain edge to his gaze as he watched his younger brother answer. Angel knew the look well, that of an interrogator looking for any sign of a lie. Angel may as well have been strapped to a chair in a basement.

Of course, Niss had nothing to worry about, not that he would believe it. To make things easier, Angel didn’t endeavor to convince him of Alastor’s better nature, rather hoping that perhaps as the years wore on they might one day move past the obligatory ritual. To discourage it, Angel usually asked when Niss would settle down, to which the gangster would invariably huff and puff and insist he didn’t have the time.

Their nights ended with much the same, grumbled well wishes and platitudes as they shook hands and parted ways. The moment their backs were turned, Angel would loosen the tie around his neck and head for home.

Arriving through the front gate, Angel realized he’d made it back a little earlier than anticipated. It came as little surprise that there was no piano playing through the opened windows, Alastor’s pining not yet having reached its peak for the evening.

Hands in the pockets of his slacks, Angel waded through the overgrown garden of their front yard, and onto the large porch. Considering that he rarely wore suits, Angel decided that he wouldn’t mind seeing Alastor fluster a bit as he entered and made his way upstairs.

The house was completely silent and still. Though the chandeliers were lit and the entire home embraced in the warm glow of the gas lamps, there was no sign of Alastor anywhere. Angel’s dress shoes sounding almost as loud as his stilettos the still air as he wandered from room to room, looking for his husband.

“Alastor?” Angel poked his head into the upstairs office, then the music room. After checking the bedroom, Angel decided that he must have taken time to go out with Husker or Charlie.

More than okay with alone time, Angel worked the knot of his tie completely open and headed for the boudoir. This would prove the perfect opportunity to pamper himself and he was already dreaming of which bath products he might mix for the perfect evening.

The closet door opened with ease but Angel froze on the spot when he looked inside.

Alastor stood frozen on the raised dais, just in front of the trio of mirrors. Eyes wide and smile impossibly large, he looked at Angel blankly a moment before saying, “I can explain.”

Staring stupidly, Angel took in the sight of Alastor in wine dark lingerie. The babydoll gown he wore made of a sheer organza did nothing to conceal his chest. Despite the ample fabric that covered his slender waist and the ruffled hem that only just grazed the tops of those tawny stocking-clad thighs, Angel could still make out the sight of his husband’s half hard cock in matching lace panties. 

For a moment, Angel thought that it was a set of his own but quickly realized he had nothing in that color. Alastor must have picked, purchased, and donned the outfit himself. The epiphany circled the periphery of Angel’s mind before sinking in along with a deep, heady dose of desire.

The longer the silence stretched between them, the more red Alastor’s face became. Ears drooping, the poor thing looked ready to collapse. Realizing that his gawking wasn’t helping, Angel shook himself out of his reverie and slowly approached the stag.

“An’ what good deed did I do to deserve this?” Angel asked as he looked Alastor over with ravenous interest.

“I was just- I thought that maybe you might like it if I wore something ah, nice for you,” Alastor tried to explain. “It’s silly, isn’t it? To wear this when I don’t have the curves for it.”

“Ya look curvy enough t’ me,” Angel said, smirking as he took Alastor in. His gaze focused on the slight pudge of thigh just above the tight band of the stockings. “Goddamn.”

“You like it?” Alastor asked with no small amount of shock.

“Baby, I love it,” Angel purred. “Best surprise ya coulda’ given me.”

“I was trying to save it for a special occasion,” Alastor replied, looking anywhere but Angel’s eyes. “Perhaps our upcoming anniversary. I’m sorry to have ruined it-“

“Ya didn’t ruin a thing, Bambi,” Angel assured him, tipping a finger under the stag’s chin and directing his gaze up. Once their eyes met Angel said, “Ya can always get a new outfit. I’ll jus’ go ahead an’ give this ensemble all the attention it deserves.”

“Angel…” Alastor’s voice trailed off with a shudder.

Leaning down to close the distance between them, Angel pressed a languid kiss to Alastor’s lips. The stag sighed, stepping closer so that they were chest to chest. Allowing his hands to do as they pleased, Angel wrapped his lower arms around Alastor’s waist and let them roam over the curve of his hips to tease at the ruffled hem. The stag clung to the lapels of Angel’s coat, whining into the kiss as he was fondled.

“Fuck, ya look good enough to eat,” Angel breathed, nipping at Alastor’s kiss swollen lip. “Wanna bend ya over an’ tease ya til ya beg.”

Alastor took in a sharp little breath as his lover’s hands felt the shape of his ass, his ears dropping back.

“Ya so pretty for me, so cute, like a lil doe,” Angel went on, lower hands moving up to massage around the base of Alastor’s sensitive tail while the upper two held his chin in place and stroked his hair. The stag shivered at the words, face flushed red as Angel alternated speaking and kissing him. “Ya wanna be my obedient lil doe?”

“Yes,” Alastor breathed.

“Yes what, Bambi?”

“Yes, sir,” Alastor replied.

Angel was a little surprised at that, but said nothing. It must have something to do with the suit.

“That’s my good girl,” Angel said, trying a mix up of his own.

Alastor exhaled a soft, almost inaudible as Angel pressed his thumb into the plush, rosy flesh of his lower lip. It shot straight to the desire pooling in Angel’s lower belly, filling his head with a number of ideas.

“Tell me what ya want, Bambi,” Angel said, wanting to clarify before they went any further. “I’ll give ya anythin’, all ya gotta do is ask.”

As much as he wanted to dive in, he knew that Alastor needed time and reassurance. The stag clearly hadn’t intended on Angel coming home so soon and without the adequate chance to adjust to the idea of being intimate, the threat of sub drop became all too real. Angel reminded himself that Alastor might not even want it tonight and prepared himself to grovel for forgiveness and offer a night of pampering in apology for being presumptuous.

“You, I want you,” Alastor said, holding Angel’s gaze as he closed his lips around his husband’s thumb and sucked gently. 

Biting his lip, Angel reigned in the blaze that gesture threatened to fan.

“Need me t’ give ya some options?” Angel asked.

Alastor nodded once, gazing up at him with large, hungry eyes and sucked harder.

“If ya want,” Angel said, keeping his voice even, “I’ll give ya time t’ change out of this, n’ we can go to the bedroom n’ have some fun like we usually do. Or, you can keep it on n’ I’ll show ya somethin’ we haven’t tried yet.”

Pulling off of Angel’s thumb, Alastor asked, “What’s that?”

“I’ll let you try out what we did for my birthday,” Angel said. “Would ya like that?”

“Yes,” Alastor answered, eyes darkening with raw desire. “Yes, I would like that.”

“Wanna call me ‘daddy’, pretty Bambi?” Angel asked, watching Alastor’s expression for any hesitation.

“Yes,” Alastor quickly nodded, hoping to put his husband at ease. With some hesitancy, his ears flicked as he admitted, “I’ve thought about it, more than once.”

Pressing a kiss to Alastor’s feverish cheek, Angel said, “I just wanna be sure, Bambi.”

“I know,” Alastor replied softly. “I trust you.”

The words warmed Angel’s heart and he broke the scene entirely to press a loving kiss to Alastor’s lips. Not dominating, not commanding, not a reward, just a simple communication of how his heart beat on for the man in his arms. Some day, Angel would have the words to tell him how honored he felt to be awarded that trust.

No matter how long they stayed together, Alastor’s reassurances always made Angel feel incandescent.

“Love you,” Angel said, resting their foreheads together with his eyes closed.

“I love you too,” Alastor whispered, eyes closing as well.

“Want anything specific?” Angel asked, giving his husband a chance for any requests.

Finding some courage in the imagined privacy of not being watched, Alastor thought it over and said, “Show me how you do it. You don’t have to hold back on the-the talk. I’ll call yellow if I need to.”

“Okay, Bambi,” Angel said, kissing Alastor’s cheek one more time.

With that, Angel pulled back a little and looked Alastor over. The stag fidgeted, watching Angel for his reaction and lowered his hands in front of himself and then quickly moved them behind his back.

“Ya look so gorgeous, Bambi,” Angel said, voice dripping with pride.

Alastor’s smile eased into something almost shy, “Thank you, daddy.”

“I hope I’m not interrupting you getting ready,” Angel said, cupping a hand to Alastor’s cheek.

“I’m almost done,” Alastor said, leaning into the touch.

“Don’t let me keep you,” Angel said, pulling away. “Finish up what you need to do.”

“You’re not going to leave, are you?” Alastor asked, brows knit together with concern.

“Do you want me to stay?” Angel asked, a little amused.

“You only just got home,” Alastor found a way to pout even while smiling and it always made Angel’s chest ache. “You can’t abandon me again.”

“Abandon?” Angel replied, trying and failing to keep the amusement from his voice. Even when submissive, Alastor’s looks could kill and the one he shot at Angel was razor sharp. Holding up his hands, Angel surrendered. “Fine, fine, I’ll stay with you.”

Uncertain what Alastor had left to accomplish, Angel took a seat at the vanity to stay out of the way. From there he could give his husband at least some of the praise that he demanded. Though Alastor would never admit to it, he wanted more attention than could ever be reasonably satisfied.

“But I need the vanity,” Alastor objected, almost petulant. 

“Getting all dolled up?” Angel asked, fondness beyond measure welling in his heart.

“Yes,” Alastor sniffed indignantly.

“Why don’t you sit in my lap then, Bambi?” Angel asked, smirking as he pat his leg. The stag’s eyes went wide in surprise and Angel added, “Don’t be shy.”

“Fine,” Alastor said, crossing to him and taking a seat in his lap.

Immediately, Angel wrapped his lower arms around Alastor’s waist, the top two gliding over the lovely tawny skin of his back. Bowing his head, Angel kissed his shoulder, holding Alastor’s gaze in the mirror. Trying to ignore him, the stag took a brush and ran it through his hair.

Flyaways smoothed down and the beautiful crimson and black shades fell into place. To Angel’s surprise, he even brushed his ears, the gentle bristles bringing all of the fur into perfect order. To fluff them again, Alastor shook them a bit, his hair falling around his face in such a lovely way that Angel couldn’t help but stare.

“What a beauty,” Angel said, nuzzling into the nape of Alastor’s neck. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

“And don’t forget it,” Alastor replied, much to Angel’s amusement.

“Never,” the spider replied, kissing that slender neck. “I could never forget.”

“Don’t distract me,” Alastor said, taking up a fluffy brush and using it to powder his cheeks with a soft pink color.

“Mi dispiace,” Angel apologized as he watched, surprised at Alastor’s casual handling of the beauty tools.

The stag had never been strictly adherent to masculine norms. A creature entirely of his own making, Alastor simply didn’t show interest in things of a feminine nature beyond the occasional inquiries. In the past they had always seemed as an attempt to better understand Angel, but now the spider wondered if perhaps it hadn’t been some sort of test of the waters.

“You are indescribably beautiful,” Angel told him, gently stroking his fingers down Alastor’s arm as he worked. “You’re always captivating, but seeing you all fixed up, you look especially radiant.”

The brush stilled for a minute before Alastor set it back on the vanity again. Brows knit together in thought, Angel could take a guess what he was thinking. That clever mind always worked overtime, especially during intimate moments. Alastor’s beliefs about himself and how he should appear and behave were nearly impossible to part with, which was why he found the structure of kink to be so empowering. It gave him instruction to deny those thoughts and push them down for a period of time so that he could receive what he wanted.

Worried that those sneaking thoughts might be getting to the stag, Angel gently squeezed him. Kissing just below the stag’s ear he whispered, “You’re beautiful if I say you are. And I say no creature more lovely has ever drawn breath.”

Alastor shivered, Angel’s breath tickling him. “Thank you, I know…”

“Then let me spoil ya, Bambi,” Angel replied, kissing him again. 

Shifting in Angel’s lap, Alastor pushed back against his husband’s groin. Sucking in a sharp breath, Angel let out a low groan of appreciation. Sitting up carefully, Alastor settled himself against the spider’s thickening erection. The gesture could have easily been mistaken for accident, but Angel could sense the intent behind it.

“Something wrong?” Alastor asked innocently, picking up a tube of mascara.

“Nothing, darling,” Angel replied, trying to focus on anything but the pleasant feeling of Alastor pressing against him. “Go on an’ enjoy yaself.”

“Do you like watching me?” Alastor asked, leaning close to the mirror to apply the make up to one eye and then the other.

The new position gave Angel a perfect view of the elegant line of Alastor’s back, arched ever so carefully. Running a finger along the line of that lovely spine to where the short gown was laced closed Angel said, “I think you know the answer to that, Bambi.”

Shivering at the touch, Alastor made a small sound. “Tell me anyway.”

“I love lookin’ at ya,” Angel said, pressing a kiss between his husband’s shoulder blades. “I love seein’ ya. I love touching ya. If ya let me, I’d worship ya forever.”

When Angel caught sight of Alastor in the mirror, the stag’s teeth sank into his lip. The small touches of make up he’d put on were so minimal and yet did so much to soften his features. They really would have to try this again, without the distraction of the nightgown and Alastor’s squirming on his lap. The stag would really make a beautiful picture in drag.

Moving one of his lower hands, Angel pet Alastor’s thigh, watching as his husband’s face darkened under the pink rouge. With an agonizingly light touch, Angel followed the soft skin of Alastor’s inner thigh up to the thin layer of lace straining to contain his erection.

“That’s very naughty, you know,” Alastor told him, trying to look annoyed but failing.

“Gonna spank me, Bambi?” Angel asked as he cupped a hand over Alastor’s cock, satisfied that he would get his revenge. “Don’t lemme distract ya.”

It was easier said than done and Angel knew it. Watching in the mirror he saw how Alastor’s hands struggled to return the wand into the mascara tube. Setting it aside, Alastor picked up a red lipstick. Angel recognized it as the one he had bought to match Alastor’s favorite suit. 

Just to be cruel, Angel waited until Alastor was ready to apply the color to his lips before slipping his hand into the lace panties and teasing the hard length. The stag gasped and quickly lowered the lipstick, one hand gripping the edge of the vanity.

“Need some help?” Angel asked innocently, holding Alastor’s cock in a loose grip and stroking very slowly.

“Y-yes, sir,” Alastor said, trying to keep from moaning.

“Let me see that,” Angel said, plucking the lipstick from his husband’s hand and turning Alastor in his lap.

Holding the stag’s chin with one upper hand, Angel tilted his head back to get a better angle. Alastor opened his mouth without having to be told, panting as Angel teased him. The color went on easily, the angled tip gliding over the soft flesh of Alastor’s unfairly plump lips.

If Angel hadn’t been planning to fuck that pretty mouth he might have been jealous.

“There,” Angel said as he finished, turning Alastor back to the mirror. “What do you think?”

Alastor seemed a little shocked to see his reflection staring back at him. There was no word that could describe him other than ‘beautiful’. Angel wondered what he might be thinking as he turned his head to one side and then the other, taking it in. 

“I’ve never seen such a pretty picture,” Angel murmured into Alastor’s ear. Squeezing him gently, Angel stroked a little faster. “Wouldn’t you agree, Bambi?”

“I don’t know,” Alastor said doubtfully, his smile losing some of it’s glow. 

“I do,” Angel said, pressing a kiss to Alastor’s temple. “You’re the loveliest creature I’ve ever seen. You’re beautiful, head to toe.”

Alastor squirmed a bit, pressing back into Angel’s erection. Closing his eyes, Alastor replied, “You’re just saying that.”

“Never,” Angel said, kissing him again, pushing his hips up into the plush curve of Alastor’s ass. “Feel how hard I am for ya?”

“Daddy!” Alastor gasped.

“Let me show ya how beautiful ya are,” Angel said, pulling his lower hands out of Alastor’s panties and grasping the stag’s legs behind the knees.

Center arms unfolding from their place around his body, Angel used them to steady Alastor as he was manipulated. The lower two pulled Alastor’s legs up and apart, spreading him open before the vanity mirror. With the upper two arms, Angel held Alastor’s chin to ensure that he couldn’t look away.

“What a picture,” Angel purred, looking his husband over.

Alastor was anxious, eyes darting over his reflection in the mirror. Leaning back against Angel’s chest, he could do little to move in his current position.

“Jus’ relax, Bambi,” Angel soothed, stroking his cheek. “I’m gonna show ya how pretty ya are.”

Moving his two center arms, Angel cupped Alastor’s ass in his hands. Squeezing gently, his fingers teased at the edge of the lace panties.

“I jus’ love ya legs. They look so pretty in these stockin’s,” Angel said. “But I think I like these panties more, even if they are in the way.”

“I-I could take them off,” Alastor offered in a small voice.

“Nonsense, ya don’t have to lift a finger,” Angel assured him, pulling the panties down to his knees. “Let daddy take care of ya.”

Unable to take the sight of himself, Alastor put his face in his hands. Pausing, Angel gently stroked his hair and the soft skin of his thighs. Waiting for any sign of serious distress and giving Alastor ample time to use his safe words. Usually, Angel would indulge his husband his impulse to hide, however in a new situation, all caution had to be used.

As evidenced by the erection between the stag’s legs, he hadn’t lost any interest at all. Nuzzling his face into the soft fur at the base of Alastor’s ears Angel whispered, “Feelin’ shy, Bambi?”

“S-sorry, daddy,” Alastor mumbled.

“Don’t apologize, beautiful. Ya haven’t done anythin’ wrong,” Angel soothed. “Think ya can lower those hands for me?”

A pause lingered between them and slowly, Alastor did as he was asked. His hands fluttered nervously, the stag uncertain of what to do with them. Holding out his uppermost hands, Angel made an offer.

“Here, hold onto me,” Angel said. “Just squeeze my hands if ya need to.”

“O-okay,” Alastor said, accepting the touch to anchor himself.

“Hold out for me an’ I’ll give ya a very special reward when we’re done,” Angel promised. “Can ya do that for me?”

“Yes, sir,” Alastor replied with a little nod.

“Color?” Angel asked.

“Green,” Alastor replied without hesitation.

Trailing a feather light touch down the backs of Alastor’s exposed thighs, Angel appreciated how the deep crimson stockings looked clinging to the tawny skin. Though the stag had a very slender figure, there was a slight bulge around the tops of the stockings where they constricted around his lovely legs. Angel discovered that he had a particular interest in the small pudge.

“Ya did so good picking these out, Bambi. They’re just ya color,” Angel said. “I could worship ya legs for hours.”

“Really?” Alastor asked.

“Really,” Angel answered.

Lowering his attention to the crux of those beautiful legs, Angel took in a deep breath. Alastor’s cock was hard, flushed, and leaking against his leg. Teasing a finger along the underside, Angel appreciated how it throbbed so strongly under such little stimulation.

“Think ya could get me a bottle of oil?” Angel asked, cupping a palm to the warm, soft sack at the base of the beautiful erection. “I wanna be sure ya not uncomfortable.”

Taking one of his hands from Angel’s, Alastor summoned one of the bottles of lubricant from their bedside drawer into his palm. Offering it to Angel, he looked shyly away from the mirror.

“Thank ya so much, Bambi,” Angel praised, taking the bottle with a center hand and capturing Alastor’s again with his uppermost. As he popped open the bottle and began to pour lube onto Alastor’s hard length, he kissed both of Alastor’s hands. “Ya so utterly perfect for me.”

“Thank you,” Alastor said, demurring. 

“Now, let me spoil ya,” Angel said with a teasing edge to his voice.

“Please,” Alastor said as he watched Angel stroking him to slick the feverish desire between his legs.

“Jus’ relax now, I’ve got ya,” Angel said as he expertly rolled his wrist over the head.

“Daddy,” Alastor whimpered as he was worked, Angel’s hand slowing to a teasing pace.

“Like that?” Angel asked, using his other hand to trace a circle around the tight ring of Alastor’s entrance.

“Yes, sir!” Alastor gasped, twitching against Angel’s palm.

“Good, Bambi,” Angel encouraged. “Lemme hear how much ya like it.”

Alastor said nothing in response, his breath coming in hard pants as he watched Angel ease a finger slowly inside. The stag squeezed his husband’s hands, letting out a small but pleased sound.

“So gorgeous,” Angel whispered, looking at Alastor’s heavy lidded eyes in the mirror.

To help delay the build of pleasure, Angel turned his attention from the hard shaft of Alastor’s cock to the tight sack of his balls. Thrusting one finger slowly in and out, he teased the sensitive flesh and felt the weight in his palm. When he added a second finger, Alastor moaned.

“That’s it Bambi, sing for me,” Angel said, easing his fingers in and out.

When he curled them up, easily finding that one place that made Alastor come undone, the stag squirmed in his grasp. Relishing how his husband tightened around his fingers, Angel indulged him and nudged his fingertips into the little bundle of nerves, careful not to press too hard. Chuckling low in his chest, Angel watched Alastor’s face in the mirror. Eyes heavy, fluttering closed and rosy lips parted around the sounds tumbling out unrestrained.

These were the moments Angel would gladly chase for eternity. Alastor’s trust, his pleasure so plain to see, Angel found it more rewarding than his own climax. Just to hear that voice ripple with static and see that beautiful face drunk with pleasure was enough to drive him mad. He loved this man, God and the devil help him, Angel loved Alastor with his very soul. To give the stag the attention he desired would always be Angel’s favorite act of worship.

“Enjoying yourself?” Angel asked, easing his fingers out to gently rub circles around the slick ring of muscle.

“Yes, sir,” Alastor replied as he squeezed Angel’s hands. “It feels so good when you touch me l-like that.”

Ignoring how the words made his own cock throb with need, Angel pressed another kiss to Alastor’s ears. “That’s all I want, to make ya feel good.”

Giving Alastor’s prostate some time to recover, Angel took the leaking cock in a loose grip and stroked him slowly up and down. With his other hand, Angel fondled the delicate skin of his sack and perineum.

“Please,” Alastor whined. “I need more, please.”

“You’ll get it, my love,” Angel said, giving Alastor’s hands a gentle squeeze. “I’m gonna give ya everythin’ that ya want. Trust me.”

“I trust you,” Alastor replied, voice wavering.

“That’s my good girl,” Angel whispered into his husband’s twitching ear. Watching the mirror, Angel searched for any signs of dissatisfaction with the term.

The stag let out a keening, desperate sound and his ears flattened against his hair. Chuckling again, Angel tightened his grip on the straining erection in his hand and felt it pulse against his palm.

“Someone’s eager,” Angel teased, releasing Alastor’s length to circle around the rim of his entrance. “Does my darlin’ little doe need my attention so badly?”

“Yes, sir,” Alastor whispered, clinging to Angels hands. “Please, daddy.”

“Please what, my love?” Angel asked.

“I want you inside,” his voice was almost inaudible.

“As you wish, Bambi,” Angel said, dipping two fingers easily into the warmth of Alastor’s body.

In spite of Alastor’s courage to say what he wanted, Angel maintained the slow thrusting of his fingers. Pressing deep into the slick heat he lovingly stroked the bundle of nerves, working it with expert touch. It had been a while since he’d taken his time driving the stag wild in this manner, usually preferring to ride him.

The experience of teasing him in this manner was something else entirely. To hear his labored breath and poorly contained sounds of desire, feeling the way his body beckoned Angel deeper, the honesty that Alastor struggled to express so often laid bare made Angel’s heart race.

Angel could feel his own body beginning to catch fire, as if the flames he stoked in Alastor were spreading to him as well. His own erection strained against his dress pants, the blazer he wore holding in too much warmth, but he ignored his own discomfort for the sake of spoiling Alastor. 

In spite of the wretched world they lived in and all they had ever experienced, the powerful and terrifying man he had married made the decision over and over again to trust him and Angel would never consider their bond anything less than holy.

He’d be damned to the pit before ever being a heretic and allowed his performance to suffer.

“So beautiful an’ wet for me,” Angel praised softly as he finally added a third finger. “Such a pretty pussy, takin’ me so deep.”

Alastor gasped out a punch drunk sound, begging, “Please daddy, I-I want-“

“What do ya want, beautiful?” Angel asked, tone light.

“Want you!”

“Ya have me,” Angel smiled at Alastor in the mirror, pressing into the sensitive bundle of nerves inside.

“Inside!” Alastor sobbed, cock twitching and dripping precum freely down the length. “Please, daddy, I want you inside.”

“Inside?” Angel repeated, thrusting gently but quickly into Alastor’s prostate. 

His other middle hand moved to grip the base of Alastor’s cock to keep him from finishing. The poor stag trembled in his grasp, legs shaking as he was worked closer and closer to the edge but denied final release.

“You want daddy to fuck your pretty pussy?” Angel asked, loving the way that Alastor gripped his hands like a lifeline.

“Please,” Alastor whimpered, tightening around Angel’s fingers.

“So eager for me,” Angel said. “Are you in heat, little doe?”

Unable to answer, Alastor sobbed. Though Angel slowed his fingers inside, he continued to stroke his fingers along the sensitive bundle of nerves inside Alastor.

“Do you want a little fawn, my love?” Angel asked, nuzzling into Alastor’s lowered ear. “Do ya want daddy to fill ya up with fawns?”

“Please!” Alastor begged. “Please daddy, you’re so mean!”

“Poor Bambi, bullied by his mean daddy,” Angel teased, kissing Alastor’s ear. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you. All you have to do is ask.”

Swallowing hard, Alastor took a deep breath. “Breed me, daddy. Want you to breed me.”

“And breed you I will,” Angel promised, withdrawing his fingers from inside Alastor and around the base of his cock.

Taking a final look in the mirror, Angel did his best to commit the sight to memory.

Alastor slouched down in his lap, stocking clad legs spread wide. The fabric of the nightgown pooled across his stomach but not long enough to offer any cover to his flushed, leaking cock nor the glistening wet entrance below. Perhaps best of all was the mascara already beginning to smear around his eyes and those beautiful red lips, parted and panting. Just to tease, Angel gave his ass a sharp slap and relished the way Alastor jumped and moaned.

Carefully lowering Alastor’s legs, Angel pulled his panties the rest of the way off. Alastor didn’t release Angel’s hands, holding tight as they stood from the vanity seat. Kissing his husband’s shoulders, Angel took a moment to stroke his hair soothingly and whisper encouragements.

“Doing so well for me, almost ready for your reward,” Angel promised. “Such a good lil doe, my good girl.”

Relaxing under the careful attentions, Alastor leaned back into Angel.

“Wanna help daddy get ready?” Angel asked and Alastor nodded. “On your knees.”

Alastor turned to face Angel and sank obediently down. Swearing under his breath, Angel fumbled with the clasp of his belt.

“Keep ya hands on ya knees. No touching yaself, understand?”

“Yes, daddy, I’ll be good,” Alastor promised as he complied, watching hungrily as Angel pulled himself from the confines of his pants. Watching Angel stroke himself a few times, Alastor muttered, “So hard…”

“Yes, Bambi, all because ya so cute,” Angel said, resting a hand in Alastor’s hair. “Open that lovely mouth, now. That’s my good little doe.”

Alastor gazed up at Angel, mouth open and tongue out. Hands on his knees as instructed he was the picture of inviting obedience. Swearing under his breath, Angel eased his cock into the wet heat of Alastor’s mouth. The stag closed his lips around the hard length, relaxing his throat as Angel pushed all the way in.

“Good girl,” Angel sighed, giving a slow, experimental thrust.

Brows knit together in focus, Alastor did his best not to gag. Moving carefully, Angel gave him time to adjust to the feeling and take a deep breath. When he pressed all the way in, Alastor’s nose against the soft fur of his pelvis, the stag swallowed around him and Angel couldn’t hold back any longer.

With an appreciative groan he began a steady pace, fucking into Alastor’s mouth. Angel grasped the small antlers, using them to hold his husband still as he worked. The lovely heat around him shifted as Alastor’s long tongue coiled around Angel’s length to tease him further. Hips stuttering, Angel cursed again and sped up, watching as Alastor squeezed his watering eyes shut.

“Such a good girl for me,” Angel heard himself saying, the feeling of Alastor’s throat constricting around him loosening his own tongue. “Daddy’s good girl.”

Alastor whimpered at the praise, shivering as his hands curled into fists atop his thighs. No doubt he was aching to touch himself. The poor thing must be desperate to be filled and the very thought nearly made Angel spill.

Knowing he had to stop, Angel gripped the base of his cock with one hand as he pulled reluctantly out. Dazed and panting, Alastor glanced up at him. Lipstick smeared and mascara running in dark tracks down his cheeks, the stag had never looked more appealing. Moving quickly, Angel got him gently back onto his feet. Alastor leaned into Angel’s chest as he caught his breath, grasping the lapels of his coat with shaking hands. Angel wrapped both his lower and middle arms around him, embracing him protectively.

Holding Alastor’s chin gently in place, Angel leaned down and kissed him. Licking into the stag’s mouth, Angel could taste himself still on that prehensile tongue and it made him feel ravenous. Straightening again he ran a thumb over Alastor’s bottom lip to wipe away the saliva lingering there. Flushed and overcome, Alastor whimpered softly.

“Daddy, I can’t wait anymore,” Alastor murmured. “Please, I need you.”

“Need me to what, my love?” Angel prompted, desperate to hear him say it.

“Breed me,” Alastor whispered.

“As you wish, Bambi,” Angel said, feeling as though he had been struck by lightning. Turning Alastor to face the mirror, Angel put a hand on the nape of his neck and forced him down. “Bend over for me.”

“Like this?” Alastor asked, bracing his hands against the vanity and spreading his legs. Without being told, he arched his back, presenting himself to Angel.

“Just like that,” Angel said appreciatively, smoothing his middle hands over the globe of Alastor’s ass. With the upper two he pushed the fabric of the nightgown along the curve of Alastor’s back to free his soft tail. “So beautiful.”

“H-hurry,” Alastor pleaded.

Slicking himself with his lower hands, Angel chuckled. “Eager to be knocked up, are we?”

In the mirror he could see Alastor bite his swollen lip and chuckled when the stag broke eye contact to look shyly away. Lining himself up, Angel eased into his husband, soaking in the little gasp he let out followed by a drawn out moan.

“Relax for me, Bambi,” Angel said, rubbing soothing circles on Alastor’s lower back as he pushed inside bit by bit. The stag tightened around him, anticipation causing Alastor to tense. “You can do it, I know ya can.”

“S-sorry, daddy,” Alastor replied, breathing deeper as he was pet. “Just feels so good.”

“I know, Bambi, I know,” Angel said, pausing to gently kneed his thumbs into the muscle and urging Alastor to relax into him. “I’m gonna to give ya everythin’ ya want. But ya gotta relax.”

“It’s so big,” Alastor said, dropping his head as the stress was worked from his body. Slowly, he was able to comply and relax around the intrusion.

The words traveled straight to Angel’s cock, making him throb in the tight, slick heat of Alastor’s ass. “And ya so tight, Bambi. Ya doing so well.”

“Feels good,” Alastor said, pushing back onto the cock inside, drawing Angel deeper. “I-I want more!”

“More?” Angel mused to himself, watching Alastor trying to tempt him. 

If the stag wanted it that bad, who was Angel to deny him? Holding tight to Alastor’s waist, Angel used his grip to pull his husband back to meet a sharp thrust, plunging in the rest of the way. The pleasured cry that Alastor let out made Angel’s blood run hot.

Giving an experimental thrust, Angel gave a low hum of appreciation. “That more to ya likin’, Bambi? Not satisfied unless I’m as deep in ya pussy as I can go?”

“Daddy, so naughty,” Alastor whimpered, ears drooping.

“But it’s true, isn’t it?” Angel teased, starting up a steady rhythm. “Don’t think I can’t see how you’re pushing back, trying to get more.”

The sound of skin on skin filled the boudoir as Angel pulled Alastor back onto him. With his upper hands, Angel teased the fluffy tail, tugging it gently as though it were another grip. Leaning forward a bit he positioned Alastor just so, making sure to thrust into the sensitive place he had so carefully teased before. The effect was immediate, Alastor clenching down on him in reflex and unbidden moans spilling from his lips.

“That’s it, Bambi, ya don’t have to pretend with me,” Angel purred. “I know what ya want.”

“Yes!” Alastor cried, legs beginning to tremble.

“Daddy’s knows ya need to be bred,” Angel continued, feeling Alastor continue to tighten around him. 

The talk was surprisingly effective at driving the stag closer to the edge. Just to be sure his pretty little Bambi wouldn’t finish too soon, Angel used a lower hand to grip the base, much to the stag’s disappointment.

“Please, daddy,” Alastor begged in a broken voice. “Please, please.”

“It’s okay, Bambi, I’ll give ya everythin’ ya want,” Angel panted, keeping his attention on Alastor’s prostate. “Just be patient.”

Alastor let out a sob, his legs trembling with the effort of standing. One lower hand gripping the base of Alastor’s cock, Angel used the other to palm the tight sack just beneath. The stag shivered, dropping to his elbows on the vanity. Reaching down with the uppermost hand that was not busy teasing the fluffy tail, Angel gripped his husband’s hair and pulled his head up just enough to get a perfect view of his wrecked face in the mirror.

Mouth open, Alastor panted hard. The flush high on his cheeks had nothing to do with the blush he had applied earlier and the mascara, smeared beneath his eyes, ran in dark rivers down his face. That lovely crimson gaze was unfocused, brows knit together in a wrecked expression lost in pure, unadulterated lust.

“Look at you Bambi, such a beautiful little doe for me,” Angel growled, doubling down in a merciless pace. It wouldn’t be long before he finished, but Angel was determined to make it memorable. “Gonna fill ya up with a litter of fawns.”

The sound that Alastor made was somewhere between a moan and a plea. He could hardly speak under the frenzied attentions of his husband bearing down into him. Though Angel didn’t usually fuck into Alastor so brutally, he had denied himself long enough and now fucked into him at a merciless pace.

“Would ya like that Bambi, ya wanna grow round with my fawns?” Angel asked.

“Yes!” Alastor managed, impressive given how he shook.

“That’s my good girl,” Angel purred. Leaning down over his husband, Angel pushed as deep as he could and humped into him with short, hard thrusts. Into Alastor’s flattened ears he murmured, “Daddy’s beautiful princess.”

The effect was immediate. Alastor cried out, pushing back against him. Sensing that they couldn’t wait any longer, Angel released Alastor’s cock and stroked him through his release. The hard, heavy cock throbbed in his hand as it spilled, coating Angel’s fingers. Alastor came, his legs buckling and Angel’s middle and upper arms wrapped tight around his waist and chest, keeping him from falling. Lost to his pleasure, Alastor shook bodily, broken gasps coming in short, struggling breaths.

Cursing, Angel pushed as deep as he could into Alastor and came hard, filling his husband’s rhythmically clenching hole. For a moment, Angel’s vision blurred and he groaned appreciatively, fucking Alastor full just like he has promised. As warmth flooded him, Alastor gave a soft, pleased whimper.

“That’s it, Bambi,” Angel said, kissing his neck, his shoulders, holding him tight to his chest. “Take it all, just like ya wanted.”

“So full,” Alastor whispered.

“I know, we gotta be sure it takes, hm?” Angel said as the pleasure began to subside. “Such a good girl for me, takin’ everythin’ I give ya.”

“Thank you, daddy,” Alastor said as the tremors began to lessen.

“You’re very welcome, Bambi,” Angel said. “Now be a good girl.”

Raising his messy fingers, Angel smeared some of the cum onto Alastor’s lips. Understanding, the stag opened his mouth immediately. Pushing his fingers inside, Angel pressed down on Alastor’s tongue as it slid over the digits to clean them. Alastor closed his lips around the fingers and sucked them clean.

“Good girl,” Angel said, heart welling with pride. When he was finished, Alastor pulled slowly off of his husband.

Angel slipped out of Alastor and fastened his pants back with his lower hands. As carefully and gently as he could, he turned Alastor and lifted him with ease. The stag wrapped his arms around Angel’s neck and rest his cheek on his shoulder, eyes drifting closed. Kissing his husband’s forehead, Angel cradled the stag against his chest, his most precious treasure.

“Let’s go lie down for a moment,” Angel said, turning and leaving the boudoir. The mess could wait.

Turning off the lights in the boudoir and the hall, Angel entered their bedroom and lay Alastor down on the mountain of pillows in their bed. Taking a moment, Angel stroked his hair back and kissed his forehead. Tangling a hand in Alastor’s he gave three squeezes; I love you.

“Stay right here, gorgeous,” Angel said. “I’m gonna get the bath set up.”

Nodding tiredly, Alastor’s eyes remained closed as he whispered, “‘kay.”

Placing another kiss on Alastor’s brow, Angel pulled slowly away. Glancing over his shoulder, Angel glimpsed Alastor laying on the bed with his eyes closed. He did look something like a princess, wearing his little gown and stockings.

First, Angel turned off the bedroom lights and lit their candles. The bedroom full of a calm flickering glow, he then turned on the record player so that Alastor wouldn’t have to sit in silence. The slow, soulful jazz seemed to relax the stag, Angel turning just in time to see him sinking further into the plush bedding to make himself comfortable.

A smile tugging at his lips, Angel shrugged out of his coat and draped it over a chair. Toeing off his shoes by the closet door he turned to the bathroom and lit the candles there as well. Bringing out their towels, he measured out the Epsom salts that Alastor had mixed with oils and herbs to help relieve muscle tension. Scattering the salts into the overlarge tub, he got the water running.

A dark shape caught his eye and Angel looked up to see Alastor’s shadow watching him curiously. Flashing it a smile, Angel asked, “Cut that off for me when it’s full?”

The shadow nodded quickly, moving to hover just beside the tub to watch it fill. Returning to the bedroom, Angel set out their pajamas and a bottle of lotion. Working open the buttons of his shirt, Angel dropped it to the floor before dropping his pants alongside them.

Climbing onto the bed, Angel crawled up to hover over Alastor, nuzzling his face into the stag’s warm chest. Whimpering a little, Alastor’s hands came up to thread through Angel’s hair.

“How do you feel, Bambi?” Angel asked.

“Comfortable,” Alastor pouted, expecting to be told he had to move.

Chuckling, Angel trailed affectionate kisses up the column of his lovely neck to his cheek. “Good, I want you comfortable.”

Supporting himself with his middle hands, Angel trailed the lower up Alastor’s lovely stocking clad thighs to tease at the ruffled hem of his nightgown. The stag mewled, nuzzling his face into the crook of Angel’s shoulder to hide.

“Too much?” Angel asked, pausing.

“No, sir,” Alastor said. “Tickles.”

“Oh, pardon me,” Angel smiled, using his upper hands to cradle Alastor’s face. Gazing into his eyes, Angel asked, “Are you okay? Do you want to go to bed?”

Alastor gazed up at him curiously. “Do I get another treat?”

“Only if you want it,” Angel said, gently scratching behind Alastor’s ears.

“A-ah,” Alastor’s eyes closed. “W-what were you thinking?”

“A moment to appreciate this lovely outfit,” Angel hummed. “Ya really do look pretty in it.”

“You think so?” It came out so soft and tender, Angel’s heart began to race.

Leaning down to kiss Alastor on the lips, tasting the lipstick and darting his tongue into that gasping mouth Angel pricked his tongue on the point of Alastor’s tooth. Blood welled on the mark and the stag lapped it away, an apology.

“I do,” Angel said, pressing one more gentle kiss to his lips. “So much so, I might get hard again.”

Smile quirking shyly, Alastor whispered, “I don’t mind that.”

“Oh?” Angel teased a lower hand under the hem of Alastor’s teddy, holding his warm hip. “Feel up for another round, Bambi?”

“Maybe,” Alastor said. “If you’re good.”

“If I’m good?” Angel chuckled, nuzzling their noses together. “How lucky am I to have such a kind lover?”

“Very,” Alastor teased.

Angel kissed just at the corner of Alastor’s jaw, sucking a small mark into the skin. Nipping gently with his teeth, careful only to tantalize, he laved his tongue over the mark apologetically. His upper hands rested on Alastor’s shoulders, tugging the straps of the teddy down his arms.

“What have we here?” Angel asked, looking at the sheer fabric covering Alastor’s chest.

Breathing out a deep sigh, Alastor arched a bit and Angel took advantage to pull one of the sheer cups down to expose a soft, brown nipple. Feeling a thrill of excitement, Angel leaned down to kiss the sensitive flesh and enjoyed the little sound that Alastor made. Darting his tongue out, Angel flicked it over the skin, teasing until it hardened under the attention.

Wrapping his lips around it, Angel sucked gently. Both of Alastor’s hands found his hair, fingers carding through the soft white fluff. When Angel grazed his teeth over the nipple, Alastor’s hands closed and tugged at the sensation.

“Like that, Bambi?” Angel asked, running his tongue over the little bud. The pulling at his hair made goosebumps rise on his arms, sending a pleasant thrill down his spine.

“Yes, sir,” Alastor said breathlessly.

“And what about this?” Angel asked, kissing the other through the fabric before pulling it down and latching on.

“Yes sir!” Angel whimpered.

Angel took his time kissing and teasing his husband’s chest while his lower hands held Alastor’s hips, thumbs tracing gentle circles on his skin. Breathing a little harder, Alastor parted his legs beneath Angel, tugging harder at his hair.

Moving one of his lower hands down, Angel stroked the soft skin of Alastor’s inner thigh before trailing a light touch up, surprised to find that Alastor was already half hard again. Dipping his hand lower, he could feel the wetness beginning to leak out and it sent a flash of heat right to his own cock.

“So messy, Bambi,” Angel said.

“I-I can’t help it,” Alastor whined.

“Do you need help getting cleaned up?” Angel asked, an open offer lingering between them as his fingers dipped inside to tease.

Being too shy to venture out much, Alastor had yet to experience several things. He had employed his shadow to help when Angel requested some, and others he had declined outright. Some things, he once confessed to Angel, simply felt forbidden to him regardless of his desire to participate or not.

Pretending he did not notice the lull that his husband took to make his decision, Angel continued on focusing on his chest.

Eventually, very quietly, Alastor said, “Yes, sir.”

Pressing a final kiss to each of the lovely nipples, Angel pushed himself up to kiss Alastor’s lips. “Give me a minute, I’m gonna make ya nice and comfortable.”

Alastor only nodded, watching Angel select a pillow from their small mountain and pull it down the bed. Lifting Alastor, Angel turned him carefully onto his stomach, the pillow propping his hips up. Easing his husband’s legs apart, Angel arranged him so that Alastor’s cock was situated on the pillow, right between his thighs.

Shy as he was, the stag hugged another pillow to his chest so that he might hide his face when the attentions grew to be too much. Leaning over him, Angel gently combed Alastor’s hair down into order, kissing each of his ears.

“Relax for me, Bambi,” Angel murmured. “I’m gonna go slow, so tell me if ya don’t like it. I’m at your command, my love.”

“Yes, sir,” Alastor answered, turning his head to look at Angel over his shoulder. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Bambi, more than anythin’,” Angel said, heart overflowing with warmth as he kissed the stag’s blushing cheek. “You look so cute.”

Kissing his shoulder, struck by how fetching the slipping straps of the teddy looked, Angel made his way down Alastor’s slender back. If the stag was feeling vulnerable and uncertain, it would be best to leave his gown on. Having the gown to hide within would make it far easier for him to relax. Smoothing the fabric down into place, Angel could see that it didn’t quite cover the curve of his ass and wouldn’t get in the way.

There, at the crux of his thighs, Angel could see thick white seed beginning to seep out. His immediate impulse was to fuck it back in, but he withheld. Instead, Angel kissed the backs of his thighs, petting the soft skin there before turning his attention to Alastor’s hardening cock.

Angel traced the tip of his tongue over the slit and around the head before licking down the length to the smooth sac. Alastor gasped, thighs twitching as Angel sucked on the sensitive skin and moved on to his perineum. There he could taste himself dripping over Alastor’s skin.

Small, frustrated sounds came from up the bed and Angel chased each one with his tongue. Cupping the globe of Alastor’s ass in his upper hands, Angel kneaded the flesh gently before spreading him just enough to grant access. The obscene sight that greeted him made Angel’s cock twitch and strain at the fabric of his boxers.

Alastor’s puckered, flushed entrance dripped with thick, white cum. It ran out and slowly down to pool on the tight sack below. Shaking himself from his reverie, Angel leaned down to clean up what had drooled out, working his way up again.

Giving tentative, quick little laps, he teased the leaking hole and allowed Alastor to test the sensation. The stag shifted, whimpering quietly at the feeling. Growing brave, Angel traced the ring of muscle with the soft tip of his tongue before lapping at it over and over.

Pulling back, Angel started to ask how Alastor liked it, but was surprised when Alastor spoke first.

“Don’t stop,” Alastor whispered. “Please, daddy.”

Not even bothering to speak, Angel returned to work. Working the flat of his tongue over the quivering ring, he only broke from Alastor’s ass to lick up and down the length of his hard cock laid against the pillow. The sounds of Alastor’s enjoyment began to pour forth, mingling with the jazz playing to create an entirely new song, a hymn to intimacy.

Alastor’s breath quickly became labored and his hips twitched against the pillow. Centering his attention on the glistening entrance, Angel eased his tongue carefully inside. A keening cry tore through the bedroom and the stag pushed his hips back for more. Happy to oblige, Angel plunged his tongue in, teasing as deep as he could go. Thrusting in and out, he worked his husband up again, lapping at his most intimate place like a man starving.

Even as his jaw and tongue began to tire he didn’t stop, entirely too caught up with the way that Alastor enthusiastically rode his face, chasing his pleasure openly. Pride in himself but most importantly, in Alastor, coursed through his veins like a hit of his favorite substance.

“I-I’m so close,” Alastor gasped out as Angel licked into him.

Moving down to mouth over the hard, hot flesh of Alastor’s cock Angel replied, “Don’t hold back, Bambi.”

“But I want- ah!” 

“Tell me what you want,” Angel said, slowing so that Alastor could speak.

“I want you to be- inside,” Alastor swallowed hard, panting. “I want to hold you.”

“Anything for you,” Angel breathed, mind too far gone to the lust to care that he was being parted from his rewarding task.

Lifting Alastor, he moved the pillow from under Alastor’s hips. When he was turned over, the gown twisted around him and Alastor tugged at the fabric. Taking the stag’s hands in two of his own, Angel stilled his efforts and untangled him before removing the gown all together. As Alastor’s last cover was pulled away, Angel kissed his palms and each of his fingertips to help ease any anxiety he might have.

Left in only the stockings, Alastor lay exposed beneath him. Cock hard and leaking against his hip, Angel watched the rise and fall of his marked chest. Coupled with the remnants of the make up, he looked like the picture of sin.

“W-what?” Alastor asked, ears twitching.

“I’ve never seen anythin’ as sexy as you, right now,” Angel blurted out before he could stop himself. “Bambi, ya take my breath away.”

Eyes wide in surprise, cheeks nearly the same red as his hair, Alastor looked up at him. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you,” Angel said, pushing his own underwear off with his lower arms, the middle ones smoothing up and down Alastor’s sides. “Ready, Bambi?”

“I’m ready,” Alastor said, hands moving up to hold to Angel’s shoulders.

Entering Alastor was much easier the second time, his body relaxed and accepting. Angel’s hips came to rest against Alastor’s and he remained still to allow his husband time to adjust. The stag moaned, pulling Angel down for a love drunk kiss as he accommodated the pleasant stretch. Wrapping his slender legs around Angel’s waist, he gave a gentle squeeze to indicate he could begin.

Angel moved slowly. After the rough treatment Alastor had received, caution was mandatory. Spreading his own legs, Angel braced his knees against the bed just to help angle his thrusts upward into just the right place. The little gasp that Alastor gave was everything, echoing in Angel’s ears and spurring him on.

“That’s right, Bambi,” Angel murmured as he nuzzled into Alastor’s soft ear. “Such a good girl for me, taking my cock so well.”

“Feels so good, daddy,” Alastor breathed. “So deep, so full.”

“And ya feel like a dream, princess,” Angel said, stroking Alastor’s cheeks and hair with his upper hands.

Angel brace himself on his middle elbows, keeping their bodies close together. He could feel the warmth of Alastor’s skin spreading through his soft, downy fur. Dropping their foreheads together, Angel filled his lungs with every exhale that Alastor gave. 

Even as he felt himself nearing the edge there was a different desire overtaking Angel, the need to be closer, to wrap himself around Alastor and embrace him entirely. To join together in a way that could never be undone. To protect, to comfort, to shield one another from any and every threat, Angel needed hold Alastor close forever and Alastor held to him as though he wanted the same.

Despite the rewards of physical pleasure, it could never amount to the privilege of being awarded Alastor’s trust and the efforts of devoted ritual to maintain it.

Sometimes, Angel was overwhelmed with the desire to serve Alastor his very heart.

“Close,” Alastor managed, eyes fluttering closed. “So close, daddy.”

“Me too, Bambi,” Angel admitted, he’s heart pounding and body singing, as if the act of loving Alastor had brought him back to life.

“Hurry, I wanna be full again,” Alastor begged, legs trembling around Angel’s waist. “Want your fawns.”

Pushing deeper, moving minutely faster, Angel kissed Alastor sweetly. “I know, Bambi. I’ll give ya as many as ya want.”

“Please~”

“I’m gonna keep you in this bed, legs spread and pussy full until we’re certain it took,” Angel promised, drinking in the broken sob that Alastor let out as he tightened helplessly around the cock inside of him.

“Daddy!” Alastor gasped as his back arched, coming hard. As he spilled over both their stomachs, Alastor’s nails dug into Angel’s shoulder, the biting sensation just what the spider needed to become overwhelmed.

“Good girl,” Angel moaned as he gave a final few thrusts before his hips stuttered and he spilled inside. Thrusting languidly through his relief, enjoying the musical moan of satisfaction from the stag he repeated, “That’s my good girl.”

Alastor trembled beneath him and Angel gently rubbed the sore muscles of his legs with his lower hands to help relax them. As the stag relinquished his vice like hold, Angel eased his legs onto the bed and slipped out. Kissing over Alastor cheeks and nose, Angel whispered praise and encouragements to him to help him recover from the intensity of his orgasm.

“Did so well for me,” Angel said. “Did so, so well for me, ‘m so proud. That’s it, Bambi, deep breaths.”

They lay there, Angel at Alastor’s side for a moment, embracing and listening to the record playing. Nothing stirred in the house or outside, and Angel smiled up at the ceiling as he gently massaged Alastor’s ears and tail. The peace of the moment hung in the air, perfect and whole, Alastor’s calming breath tickling the fur of Angel’s shoulder.

“We need to take a bath, Bambi,” Angel said at length.

In response, Alastor pressed against his side and buried his face in the fluff of Angel’s chest. Though it warmed Angel’s heart and earned an amused chuckle, it did not save the stag from the inevitable.

“Up you get,” Angel said, trying to sit up.

The stag, much stronger than he looked, clung to the spider and prevented him rising. With a huff of feigned annoyance, Angel wrapped all of his arms around Alastor and stood.

“Daddy!” Alastor whined pitifully but it had no effect on Angel.

The bathroom air was warm thanks to the water in the large tub. The shadow had cut the faucet off at just the right time. Angel carefully set Alastor down, directing him to lean against the side of the tub.

“Stand here and I’ll get those stockings for you,” Angel said, kissing Alastor’s lips before going to one knee before him.

Angel patted his raised thigh and Alastor put one foot where he indicated. Bowing his head, Angel kissed the soft skin of his thigh as he slowly eased the stocking off his leg. Angel followed the fabric down, kissing Alastor’s knee and then his ankle. Motioning for Alastor to do the same with the other leg, Angel repeated the motion again, trailing a featherlight touch up and down the curves of Alastor’s beautiful calves. 

Watching with rapt fascination, Alastor’s face flushed as affection swelled in his chest. “That tickles a little.”

“Mi dispiace,” Angel murmured against the skin of Alastor’s thigh. “It’s hard not to get a little carried away.”

“You like my legs that much?” Alastor asked.

“I adore your legs that much,” Angel said, smirking as he caught sight of his cum dripping down Alastor’s thigh. Leaning in, Angel lapped it up.

“You-!” Alastor shuddered, embarrassment making him shy away.

“Come on Bambi, let’s get you washed up,” Angel said, standing.

Lifting Alastor again, ever fond of the way his husband held to his shoulders, Angel lowered him into the warmth of the bath. Settled in, Alastor leaned against the side of the tub, propping his arms on the ledge. For a moment, they stared at one another until Angel nuzzled their noses together.

“Won’t you get in with me?” Alastor asked.

“Of course I will. Scoot up,” Angel said, standing again before carefully getting in behind Alastor.

Once he was comfortable, the warm water drawing all the tension from his tired muscles, Angel pulled his love against his chest. Together they relaxed, boneless, enjoying the embrace of the tub and the low light.

Taking a washcloth, Angel used his lower arms to carefully clean Alastor of all the sweat and mess they had made. The make up came away easily, leaving Alastor clean and fresh after. Angel smiled, middle arms looped around the stag’s waist and carded the fingers of his upper hands through Alastor’s hair.

“You looked so cute in your gown,” Angel told him. “It was very flatterin’ on ya.”

“I couldn’t tell,” Alastor replied, the audible lilt of a smile in his voice.

“That was really special,” Angel said, voice low. “Thank you for surprisin’ me.”

“I meant for it to be a surprise later,” Alastor said, holding his hands together to scoop up some of the floating lavender into his palms. As the water drained out of his hands, they settled against his wet skin.

“I’m sorry if I ruined the initial plan,” Angel said.

“You didn’t ruin it. We can do it again later,” Alastor said, taking in the arrangement of the buds. “But I’m going to need a new outfit.”

“Do ya want more lingerie?” Angel asked. “I could help ya pick some out if ya like.”

“No, it has to be a surprise,” Alastor huffed.

“My deepest apologies,” Angel smiled, peering over Alastor’s shoulder at his hands. “Anything interesting?”

“Yes,” Alastor said, turning to face him. Draping his arms over Angel’s chest he toyed with the damp fur and added, “We’ll be happy together forever.”

“Oh Bambi,” Angel smiled, a sense of peace coming over him as he looked down at the distracted face of his husband. “Of course we will. We don’t need a readin’ to determine that.”

“I like to check sometimes,” Alastor murmured. “Just to be sure.”

“Look here,” Angel said, taking Alastor’s left hand in his own. The golden band was there, secure around his finger. “Know why it’s a circle?”

“Because that’s the shape of my finger?” Alastor said.

“That too,” Angel gently pinched his cheek. “But it’s because circles go on forever, around an around. Just like you an’ me.”

“Promise?” Alastor breathed, so softly Angel almost couldn’t hear.

“I already did promise,” Angel pointed out. “But I’ll promise again an’ again as many times as ya want. I promise to love ya, care for ya, stay with ya, an’ pester ya until you’re tired of me.”

“I could never get tired of you,” Alastor said, looking up at him.

“Well then, I suppose I’m all the luckier,” Angel replied, kissing him sweetly.

They finished bathing, Angel draining the tub and helping Alastor out. After all of the occasions they had been together, wrapping Alastor up in a towel and rubbing him until his hair fluffed up remained to be one of his favorite aspects of aftercare. Drying himself off, Angel directed Alastor back to the bedroom and dressed them both for bed, withholding Alastor’s shirt.

“Go lie down on the bed,” Angel instructed, taking the bottle of lotion and following his husband. “On your stomach. Just like that.”

Climbing onto the bed, Angel straddled Alastor’s thighs. Careful not to rest his weight on them, Angel poured lotion into his hands to warm it before spreading it into Alastor’s skin. The stag hummed appreciatively, tangibly relaxing. Paying close attention to his husband’s lower back, Angel dutifully worked the tension from his muscle.

The music played on, candles flickering so that the shadows danced across the walls. Alastor’s eyes drifted closed and his breathing evened out. Lost in thought, Angel focused solely on the task at hand.

“Thank you,” Alastor said quietly, his voice crackling with pleasant feedback. “That feels wonderful.”

Recognizing the shift in tone, Angel smiled. “Ya know I love takin’ care of ya.”

“You’re far too good at it,” Alastor replied.

A smile tugged at the corners of the spider’s mouth. Silence stretched between them for a moment before Angel asked, “Was everything okay?”

“Yes, it was all fine,” Alastor said. “Better than fine. It was more than I could have asked for.”

“I just worried. I got kinda carried away there,” Angel admitted, biting his lip. “I just wanna make sure.”

“The more we experiment, the more comfortable I become. And I am learning about myself. What I enjoy,” Alastor said quietly a moment. “Even when you scolded me, during the movie, I wasn’t upset by it. I felt… more compelled to win back your favor, I suppose. I wasn’t distressed.”

“And tonight?” Angel prompted, needing to hear it plainly.

“Everything was fine,” Alastor said. “You’re never degrading, never insulting. We go slowly, you expertly wind me up as though I were a toy in your hands and then take me apart when you’re done. Regardless of what we do, I never get the sense that something has been taken, rather that I have received a gift. I don’t feel used. I feel- I feel seen.”

Angel’s hands stalled and Alastor peeked an eye open at him. “You really mean that?”

“I do,” Alastor replied. “I know that there is much to be said for physical satisfaction, but the intimacy that I receive from this, that I hope you also receive from it, it’s unlike anything I have ever experienced before. Though I may not know exactly what is being satisfied, I leave each of our interactions feeling like I have gained something, some solace.”

“Wow,” Angel said, feeling a lump rise in his throat. “That’s- I feel it too, you know.”

“You’re the far more experienced one between us,” Alastor pointed out. “Do you have any guesses what that might be?”

“I can’t really tell ya what you’re gettin’ outta it,” Angel said. “But I can tell ya what it’s like for me.”

“I would be more than happy to hear,” Alastor said.

“There’s this poem I read once. I don’t remember anythin’ but the last lines. It was somethin’ like ‘I love you so much that your hand on my chest is my hand and when your eyes close, I fall asleep’,” Angel said softly. “An’ I think that is intimacy, movin’ in tandem, workin’ together so much that you can become like a single being. You meet not only each other’s needs but your desires as well. I don’t think there is a word for it, but that’s how I feel. Kinda like we become one.”

“Oh,” Alastor said, taken somewhat by surprise at the confession.

“An’ I get the same feelin’ even when we’re not fuckin’. Like when dance on the back porch, or when I wake up starvin’ an’ ya made my favorite for breakfast. My birthday party, even though ya weren’t even in the room,” Angel explained. “We could never fuck again an’ I’d never lose a thing.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Alastor said. “Even if I have a low interest, I do find our occasional dalliances quite fun.”

“That so?” Angel asked, bending down to kiss Alastor’s shoulder again.

“As surprising as it may seem, yes. It is so,” Alastor replied.

“I’m glad I can provide,” Angel said teasingly. “An’ I’m- I’m really proud of ya.”

“Proud of me?” Alastor asked.

“Yeah. Ya used to hardly be able to say you wanted sex at all. Now ya can ask for specific things, ya tease me back,” Angel said with a smile. “I love that ya gettin’ so confident.”

“It’s nothing quite so impressive,” Alastor demurred.

“I think so,” Angel said. “I think it’s great. I love when ya open up to me. Means a lot, not just that you’re gettin’ so brave but that ya trust me too.”

“Oh my darling, of course I do,” Alastor said, turning over beneath Angel. Taking his lover by surprise, Alastor grabbed one of Angel’s arms and pulled him down onto his chest. Angel quickly adjusted and nuzzled down into him. “I trust you implicitly.”

Closing his eyes, Angel held tight to Alastor. “I love ya so much, Smiles.”

“I love you as well, cher.”

Chapter Text

The house was peaceful and still, the windows left open to let in the cool evening breeze. Crickets and frogs joined together in a lovely lullaby, a few stray lightning bugs drifting into the bedroom. The fragrance of the jasmine vines creeping up the side of the manor followed the little dancing bugs drifting through the shadowy veil of night.

Angel stood at the dresser, checking his appearance with an exacting precision in the mirror. Joy and anxiety in equal measures warred within him and now he tried to distract himself from the tempest in his mind. Throughout the day he had oscillated back and forth from one extreme to the other. Now as the time was drawing close for Alastor to come to bed he knew that his husband’s reaction would cement one of the moods within him and Angel wasn’t entirely sure he was ready to know which it would be.

He did know that he had to make the delivery of his news perfect. Having retired early, Angel donned the same nightgown he had worn for their wedding night. The matching robe slipped down one of his shoulders as he dabbed at the shadow placed carefully in the corner of his eye. 

Sitting back to take in the final effect brought a small smile to his face, though the movement felt a little strange. Having noticed the changes, it was now almost impossible to ignore them. With a small smile, Angel leaned forward again, feeling his stomach shift with it and the strangely stiff sensation. Though the nightgown felt as though it fit a bit differently around his stomach, he felt no less beautiful for it. In fact, in the light of the bedroom, he seemed almost to have a glow about him.

Footsteps sounded in the hall, Alastor finally done with his late call with Charlie coming to bed. Realizing he hadn’t had the chance to light the candles or start the record player, Angel swore under his breath. Just like that all the confidence he felt drained from his mind to be replaced with stifling insecurity. 

But it was too late to back out now and so the spider resolved himself to his fate. Snatching up the little plastic stick from the top of the dresser, Angel rushed to the bed and hopped up on top of the mattress with ease.

Nuggets bounced into the air a bit, giving a grunt of surprise as he fell back onto the blankets. Feeling horrible, Angel gave him a few apologetic pats before arranging himself in the most appealing way. The door swung open, Alastor still dressed in his usual red suit. Black hands busy with his tie, the stag paused and smirked at the sight before him.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure of such a lovely surprise?” Alastor’s voice crackled with feedback, sounding very pleased.

“I got a lil somethin’ for ya, handsome,” Angel purred as he crooked his finger in a come hither gesture. Thankfully his voice sounded far more confident than he felt. “Come to mama.”

“Not ‘mommy’ this time?” Alastor quipped as he dropped his tie, coat, and vest to the floor. “Although I’m not so sure I feel quite like your lovely Bambi tonight.”

“Feelin’ more like ‘daddy’?” Angel teased, biting back the nervous laugh that threatened to escape him. Heart pounding away in his chest, he hoped that Alastor couldn’t hear it as the stag joined him on the bed.

“In fact, I am,” Alastor said as he crawled up to meet Angel. “It’s been a while since I took care of you. I’ve been thinking for a few days now that I ought to show my appreciation for that lovely night you orchestrated a few weeks ago.”

Angel couldn’t help but smile as their lips met, his upper arms circling around Alastor’s shoulders to hold him close. Relaxing into the warm embrace of his lover, the spider let out a happy sigh.

“I’d love to, Smiles but first I gotta tell ya somethin’,” Angel said, fingertips carding through the short hair at the nape of the stag’s neck.

“Have another surprise for me, do you?” Alastor hummed as he kissed the hollow of Angel’s throat.

“Yeah, actually,” Angel bit his lip, allowing his husband to lower him down against the pillows. Clutching the little piece of plastic in his lower hands, the spider gazed up. “It’s um, kinda a big surprise.”

Sensing the shift in mood, Alastor leaned over Angel. Glowing crimson eyes tracing over the tension in his beloved’s features he said, “Is something wrong?”

“I-” Angel’s voice died on his tongue as he came face to face with the moment of truth. Heart racing, he tried to speak but could not. His lips parted in an attempt to form the words but no sound came forth.

“Anthony,” Alastor said soothingly, stroking a finger over Angel’s cheek. “You have my full attention.”

“I-” Angel tried again, swallowing hard. “I’m pregnant.”

The stag blinked at him. “You’re- what? But I thought you said you couldn’t.”

“Yeah, me too,” Angel laughed nervously, holding up the little plastic stick. “But this is my fourth test in two days. They all say the same thing.”

Hesitantly, reverently, Alastor took the little test from Angel and gazed at it with wide eyes. Radio stations zipped wildly through the air, switching one channel to another as he tried to process. Finally, it landed on something that sounded so familiar to Angel but he couldn’t quite place the ballade of strings and piano.

“We don’t have to keep it,” Angel said quickly, heart plummeting down into his belly. “I can take care of it tomorrow-”

The words were stolen from Angel’s lips as Alastor kissed him again. In one hand, Alastor clutched the test in a tight grip, and with the other he cupped Angel’s cheek. In the resulting silence, the spider could hear the music playing more clearly.

“So this is love, mm mm mm mm, so this is love,” the singer intoned with a beautiful voice that rang with affection, swelling with the accompanying strings. “So this is what makes life divine, I’m all aglow, mm mm mm mm, and now I know the key to all Heaven is mine~”

Tears prickled at Angel’s eyes as he melted into the kiss. In their nearly twenty years of marriage, the stag had never kissed him in such a way, as if he were trying to breathe in Angel’s every exhale, like their hearts might beat in sync if he could just get close enough, hold tight enough.

“We will take care of them,” Alastor pulled back just enough to rest their foreheads together. “From now until they no longer need us. We will care for them together. From this day until our last day, if that is what you wish.”

“I do,” Angel said, tears running into his hair. “I do want that. I don’t wanna end it. I promise, I promise I’ll be a good dad-”

“As if I ever had a doubt that you would be,” Alastor said, brushing away Angel’s tears. “I would never ever doubt your ability to love.”

“My heart has wings, mm mm mm mm, and I can fly, I’ll touch every star in the sky~”

“I’m gonna be a mama,” Angel sniffed, the relief and joy washing over him and he did not care if he drowned in it.

“You are going to be a mama,” Alastor smiled and leaned down to kiss him.

“And you’re gonna be a daddy,” Angel managed between the meeting of their lips.

An uncharacteristically light chuckle bubbled up from within Alastor’s chest. “Would you hold it against me if I wanted to be ‘papa’ instead?”

“Did I ruin the whole daddy thing for ya?” Angel sniffed with a little laugh.

“Not at all, it’s just the term I grew up with. In my neck of the woods it was the common term,” Alastor explained. “Besides, if you wanted to be dad, I would have no arguments.”

“Let’s see what the baby wants to call me,” Angel said, smiling up at him. “I wanna let them decide.”

“Can we know- is there any way to determine the gender?” Alastor asked hesitantly.

“Not just yet,” Angel said, resting a hand over the stag’s racing heart.

“What about the date, when they should arrive?” Alastor asked, voice thick with hope.

“I’ll have to talk to a doctor, but they may not know,” Angel said, gently stroking Alastor’s cheek. “It’s hard to tell when I’m not a deer too.”

“Are you- there’s not a bump is there?” Alastor looked down at Angel’s still visibly flat stomach, excitement clearly getting the better of him. “Can you feel them moving? When can we feel them kick? What about music, can they hear us? I-”

“Slow down, handsome,” Angel smiled, putting a finger to Alastor’s lips. “I can feel it a little, but I don’t know if you can.”

“What do you mean?” Alastor reached for Angel’s belly but drew his hand back again, a confusion on his face. Was he worried that if he could not feel them, that it would mean they were not there?

“A few days ago I bent over to get something and it just felt weird. Like my stomach was too hard,” Angel explained. “So I did some stretches and I just noticed it more and more. Then I leaned against the counter to reach something and I really felt it.”

“They’re not hurt are they?” Alastor’s voice hissed with static. 

“No, papa, they’re not hurt,” Angel assured him with a smile. “You wanna feel?”

“Please,” Alastor breathed.

Taking Alastor’s hand, Angel put it over his very slight but firming bump. The stag’s brows knit together and so Angel gently pushed his husband’s hand into his stomach. For a moment, nothing happened and then Alastor’s eyes widened.

“Angel…” Alastor whispered.

“That’s ya baby, big guy,” Angel felt tears stinging his eyes again.

“Our baby,” Alastor said, bringing his other hand to cup the little bump. “I can’t wait to feel them kick.”

“Just remember that I’ll be crying and eating everything in sight by then. That’ll take the fun from it real fast,” Angel teased.

“Absolutely not,” Alastor said with conviction. “I’ll dry your every tear, bring you every food, wait on you hand and foot, night and day so long as you have need of me. You will want for nothing.”

Blushing, Angel gazed up at the determined stag with a soft smile. “You really are going to be the perfect father, aren’t you?”

“And husband,” Alastor whispered against Angel’s lips. “Don’t forget that.”

“How could I?” Angel breathed, kissing him again.

The music played on in the background, the Shadow sweeping through the room to light the candles in the sconces and on the dressers. As their kiss deepened, Alastor’s attention faltered and so too did the stations playing through the air. In its place, the record player was switched on. Angel’s favorite collection of piano songs playing over the speakers.

Floating in a dreamy sense of utter bliss, the two hardly noticed the movement around them. Alastor rested a hand on Angel’s lower belly, a possessive, deeply satisfied sound rumbling in his chest. It sent a thrill through the spider and he pressed his thighs together.

“My love, my fawn,” Alastor very nearly growled. “My love, my light, my life, my joy.”

“Yours,” Angel whispered between kisses. “All yours, your baby, your fawn.”

“I need to be closer to you,” Alastor said, struggling to pull his shirt off as quickly as he could.

Sitting up a little, Angel tried to help push it off but Alastor pulled an arm free and eased the spider back with a hand to his shoulder. Confused, Angel gave him a curious look.

“You do not lift a finger,” Alastor said, looking Angel over with a hungry gaze. “I’ll take care of you tonight and every night after.”

“I ain’t made a’ glass ya know,” Angel said with a blush. 

“I am well aware,” Alastor replied, his smile taking on a wicked quality. “But you are carrying my child and you deserve to be spoiled.”

“Okay,” Angel said, breathless in the face of Alastor’s authority. It was such a rare thing, but Angel adored every moment of it.

Usually he was the one taking care of his husband. Alastor struggled to let go and give into the moment if the responsibility rested on his shoulders. The burden of desire was too great to bear and so he couldn’t admit to it.

However, now it was like a switch had been flipped and Alastor tossed his shirt aside before settling between Angel’s legs. The beautiful nightgown the spider wore pooled at his knees and Alastor pushed it up, eyes drinking in the sight of Angel’s shapely legs.

Bowing down, Alastor trailed slow, adorning kisses up the inside of Angel’s thigh. Resting back against the pillows, Angel watched him with heavy eyes, a slight smile tugging the corners of his lips. Warmth pooled low in his belly and briefly the spider wondered if it was aided by the hormones flooding his system.

Then Alastor’s glowing gaze met his own as the stag pressed a kiss to his thickening cock through the fabric of his silk panties and Angel knew it had nothing to do with hormones and everything to do with the love overflowing from his heart. There was nothing he wanted more than to be connected with Alastor.

Seeing the confidence in Alastor’s eyes, the certainty of his movements as he lavished attention on him made Angel swoon. The stag looked ready to devour him whole, a fire lighting that glowing red gaze.

Pulling up the hem of his nightgown, Angel said, “Go on, daddy. Show me how happy you are.”

Something flashed in Alastor’s eyes and in seconds, his hands came up to rip the panties to shreds with his red claws. Gasping, the spider watched as the destroyed fabric was pulled away from his body, the gesture making him ache with need. A whimper escaped his lips and Alastor grinned wickedly.

“My doe,” Alastor said, voice rippling with static.

“All yours,” Angel panted.

“My beautiful doe, father of my fawn,” Alastor said, taking Angel’s cock in his hand.

Retracting his claws, Alastor stroked Angel with slow, purposeful motions all the while holding Angel’s gaze. Breath hitching, Angel whined and thrust up into his grasp. As the spider watched, Alastor’s tongue lolled out of his mouth and the stag dragged it slowly over the wet lips of his pussy. Eyes fluttering shut, Angel let his head drop back and rolled his hips into the attention.

The long hot tongue teased up and down the cleft of Angel’s lips before dipping inside. There it worked it’s way from Angel’s entrance, almost up to his clit but stopped just shy. With a frustrated groan, Angel tried to urge Alastor on and push into the attention but his husband expertly worked around his attempts. Frustratingly, Angel could not coax him to work any faster.

Sounds of pleading and frustration spilled from Angel’s lips as he surrendered himself to Alastor’s attention. Finally the stag had mercy and wrapped his lips around Angel’s sex and lapped a teasing tongue over the spider’s clit.

Gasping, Angel held still as he was finally given what he wanted. Each little touch made him need more, pushing him further and further along. To encourage Alastor, Angel spread his legs wider to surrender himself fully to his husband.

A low, rumbling growl of approval came from below.

With his two upper hands, Angel gripped the pillow under his head. The lower two he meant to rest in Alastor’s hair but instead felt where the black antlers had branched out. Gripping them like handles, Angel happily rode his husband’s face, gasping as the grip around his cock tightened.

“Fuck yes,” Angel breathed. “That’s it daddy, care for ya doe.”

Growling, the stag doubled down, twisting his wrist over the head of Angel’s cock to smear the leaking precum down the shaft. That long tongue slithered inside of Angel, curling up to lap at his most sensitive place. Gasping, the spider rocked down into the attention, unable to stop himself as his voice climbed with the pleasure.

“Al, Alastor,” Angel moaned. “It’s so-so good!”

The stag seemed to radiate pride, working his beloved up to his satisfaction. The beautiful creature tightened around his tongue, a clear sign of peaking pleasure. With the hand still holding the test, he rest his palm against Angel’s belly. The spider brought a hand away from his antlers, holding Alastor’s hand, trapping the test underneath.

Just as Angel felt himself beginning to peak, Alastor’s tongue and hand slowed before withdrawing. The spider whined out his disappointment, only to feel Alastor apologetically kiss the outer lips over and over. Gradually, Alastor kissed his way up to the base and along the underside of Angel’s cock, smirking as it slowly throbbed in response.

“A-ah, Al,” Angel panted as his blood coursed hot through his veins. “I want you so bad!”

“As I want you,” Alastor said before dragging his hot tongue along the length of Angel’s erection. “I want you more than you know.”

“So take me,” Angel tried not to beg, but it still came out as a plea. “Take ya doe, daddy.”

An almost pained groan came from the stag and Angel realized Alastor had paused to rut his hips against the bed. Both of his arms looped beneath the spider’s legs, his free hand tightening its grip on Angel’s ass as his head dropped down and he indulged himself for the briefest moment before stopping and looking up with dark eyes. His breath came in heavy, hot pants that ghosted along the length of Angel’s slick cock.

“Not yet,” Alastor managed to grind out. “Not just yet.”

“Fuck,” Angel breathed as he watched Alastor struggle not to hump the blankets in search of relief. It made the spider feel unbelievably impatient to be filled, and he could feel himself tightening on reflex around nothing. It was maddening. “C’mon daddy, please.”

“I said not yet,” Alastor said, his voice taking on the edge of a possessive growl. “I want to give you the greatest pleasure you will ever know.”

“You already do,” Angel tried to joke but the look in Alastor’s eye made the comment die on his tongue.

“Tonight, I would be perfect for you,” Alastor said, bowing his head again to tease his tongue along the hard length of Angel’s cock.

“You’re always perfect,” Angel said, gently stroking Alastor’s bangs back from his eyes. When the stag didn’t look up, choosing not to respond, Angel added, “You’ve always been perfect for me. Perfect Bambi, perfect daddy, perfect husband. I know ‘perfect’ ain’t supposed to exist, but I’ve known it does for years.”

Alastor stilled, his hand on Angel’s belly twitched somewhat as he stroked his thumb over the soft fur. Eventually he said, without meeting Angel’s eyes, “You may admit to me my shortcomings, my dear. I can accept responsibility for disappointing you-“

“Look at me,” Angel said, gently touching Alastor’s chin so that they could see at one another at last. “You never disappoint. You don’t take it personal when I ain’t in the mood, ya hold me through all my cravings and ya never judge me, ya gimme a reason not to go back to all the drugs an’ shit. You gave me a baby…”

“I gave you a baby,” Alastor repeated slowly, allowing Angel’s words to sink in. He did not argue or demure, he listened and accepted Angel’s answer.

The spider smiled at him. “Heaven ain’t got nothin’ on you.”

“Angel-“ Alastor said, a plea.

Pushing himself with his upper arms, Angel sat up and met Alastor in the middle, their lips coming together. As they kissed, Angel urged the stag to kneel between his legs, pulling him into a close embrace. Lost in one another, the two were blind to everything around them, the music playing on unheard.

Angel’s lower arms slid down the line of Alastor’s back, stopping to grip and gently tug at his tail. The stag moaned into Angel’s mouth and the spider happily swallowed the noises down. Keeping one hand on the stag’s sensitive tail, Angel pressed the other to the front of Alastor’s tight pants. The stag gasped at the sensation and Angel gently squeezed him.

“You’re trying to distract me,” Alastor chided with a smirk. “That’s very naughty of you.”

“You love it when I misbehave,” Angel replied with a wink.

“I’m afraid it won’t work tonight,” Alastor said.

Dark arms encircled Angel’s waist. Cool lips pressed to the column of his neck and on instinct, Angel tilted his head to the side. The Shadow nuzzled into the hair at the base of Angel’s neck and kissed along his shoulder. The spider shivered and cool fingers eased the strap of his nightgown down to his arm. 

“Let us care for you,” Alastor said as the Shadow pulled Angel back down to the bed.

“I’m all yours,” Angel conceded, face coloring red as his lovers came together to lavish their attention on him.

Alastor settled back down between Angel’s legs, kissing the soft fur of the inside of Angel’s thighs and teasing kisses over his most sensitive places. The spider relaxed against the Shadow’s chest, allowing himself to be held like Hell’s finest treasure. 

For every little sound that escaped Angel, the Shadow pressed another kiss to his jaw, his neck, gave another gentle caress to his shoulder. When Alastor took Angel’s cock into his mouth, the spider gasped and the Shadow took advantage and captured those parted lips in a kiss.

Every last ounce of Alastor’s attention converged on Angel’s body. Clutching the arms encircling his chest, Angel tried to keep up as he was kissed and sucked with equal fervor. Just as he had come to learn, when Alastor found himself in those rare moods of arousal, it was so easy to drown in the flood of attention.

The Shadow pulled back to allow Angel to breathe, watching as the spider gasped down the air with glistening lips. Large, mismatched eyes looked up into cold blue features, the faint glow of that dark gaze so full of affection and adoration. Staring at one another, the Shadow watched Angel’s pleasure etch itself into his features and drank in the sounds spilling from those panting lips.

“I need it,” Angel said, his voice weak even to his own ears. “I need you inside me, please.”

The Shadow said nothing but stroked a finger down Angel’s hot cheek. At that moment, Alastor sucked particularly hard, his cheeks hollowed as he pulled languidly up Angel’s cock. Eyes rolling back, it was all Angel could do not to cum in his mouth right then.

“Al, please, I’m so close,” Angel’s voice broke around a sob as he was once again swallowed down.

While Alastor’s tongue felt particularly wonderful wherever he chose to apply it, the stag’s true talent lay in the well developed skill to take Angel’s cock as far into his throat as he could. 

A master of sound, Alastor hummed a low, even tone deep in his chest as he slowly took Angel down again. Not stopping until his nose was pressed to the spider’s pelvis, Alastor held himself there and swallowed around the intrusion.

Legs visibly shaking, Angel couldn’t hold on any longer. Gasping, Angel came hard into Alastor’s mouth. For a moment his vision went white around the edges and his ears began to ring. Cool, secure arms held him carefully through, the Shadow nuzzling Angel and kissing his cheeks and nose as his body was wracked with pleasure. All the while Alastor just remained as he was, drinking down Angel’s release.

“Fuck, Al, yes! Yes!” Angel cried out as he rocked his hips up into that tight heat. “That’s just- just right! You’re so good, daddy, fuck!”

As the feeling began to subside, Angel relaxed back onto the bed despite the fine tremor running throughout his body. Though his eyes fell closed he remained anchored by the feeling of a hand on his belly and an arm circled around him, the other moving to gently stroke his hair back from his face.  

“Please, daddy,” Angel whimpered as he watched Alastor pull off his softening cock. “I want ya so bad.”

“Shh, my beautiful husband,” Alastor said soothingly, moving up Angel’s body to cup a hand to his cheek. “You’ll have everything you desire. I promise.”

“I just want you,” Angel said, voice wavering. “Just you.”

“Oh my love, I want you as well,” Alastor stroked his thumb over Angel’s cheek. “Deep breaths for me, show me how well you can obey.”

Focusing in on his task, Angel took a slow, deep breath and let it out again. It was shaky, his body still recovering from his first orgasm and teetering on the edge of another. Yet as the Shadow lavished affection on him, nuzzling into his shoulder while Alastor worshipfully pressed kiss after kiss to his cheek, Angel managed to calm himself. The stag, his light in the dark, guiding him back to safety.

“That’s my love, mo cher, mo amour,” Alastor praised as Angel came back to himself again. “So perfect for me, so obedient.”

“Ya so good to me,” Angel gave a weak smile as his breathing finally evened out.

“You know I love caring for you,” Alastor replied, brushing Angel’s bangs back from his face. “Do you feel well enough to continue?”

“Yeah, I’m feelin’ great,” Angel said. “On top of the world, even.”

“You look radiant with joy,” Alastor whispered, eyes darting over Angel’s features with soft affection.

“So do you, daddy,” Angel winked and spread his legs. “C’mon, make sure it takes.”

“Angel,” Alastor shuddered as he looked down at the sight before him.

The spider leaned back into the arms of the Shadow as it’s dark hand snaked down between those soft thighs and spread the wet lips open for it’s master. The both of them smirked at Alastor then, goading him on. The Shadow nuzzled its cheek against Angel’s.

“What are ya waiting for?” Angel purred. “Show me how a good stag breeds his doe.”

“You are a torment,” Alastor said with great affection as the shadows swirled around his hips to open the fastenings of his pants.

“I’m your torment,” Angel replied, biting his lip as he watched Alastor pull out his hard cock.

“All mine,” Alastor agreed as he lined himself up.

“Take what’s yours,” Angel breathed and the stag pushed slowly inside.

Angel’s head fell back on the Shadow’s shoulder as he moaned out his satisfaction. At last he was filled, his husband not stopping until their hips were flush together. More than ready, Angel felt only satisfaction and a desire for more.

“Such music you make,” Alastor said as he gave a tentative, slow thrust.

“Keep goin’ an’ I’ll sing for ya,” Angel teased with a breathy voice.

“Oh, I’m counting on it,” Alastor replied, drawing nearly all the way out and snapping his hips forward again.

Angel could hear himself singing out in response but all he could focus on was the hot feeling of ecstasy inside as Alastor’s cock drove right into the place he wanted most. The Shadow cradled Angel against its chest, holding him lovingly as Alastor began to fuck him in earnest.

Reaching out with his lower arms the spider clung to Alastor’s waist. Unsure what to do with his upper hands, Angel held tight to the Shadow’s arms around him, grappling for anything to ground himself. Growling in satisfaction as he watched his husband writhing below him, Alastor gripped Angel’s waist and held him tight as he continued to fuck into him.

“That’s my good boy, taking my cock so well,” Alastor purred, his voice thick with static. “So tight, so wet for me, body begging to be filled again.”

“Yes, daddy!” Angel gasped, tightening around his husband at the filthy words.

Alastor’s dirty talk was really improving.

The Shadow kissed down Angel’s neck before teasing sharp, dark teeth over the soft fur. The spider shuddered, grasping its arms harder in a silent plea. It bit down gently, not nearly hard enough. Luckily the stag sensed his need and shifted the angle of his thrusts to drive up just as he nodded at the Shadow to dig in. Just as the stag thrust in harder, fucking into Angel faster, those dark teeth closed down around the spider’s shoulder in a vice grip.

Angel screamed.

“That’s it, cher, show me how good you feel,” Alastor said in that dulcet, seductive tone he reserved only for Angel. “Show me how you love it when I breed you.”

“Love it, please, breed me daddy,” Angel whimpered, feeling his pleasure beginning to crest. “I can’t-can’t last much longer!”

“Let go, feel as good as you can,” Alastor said as Angel began to tighten rhythmically around him. Using Angel’s hips, Alastor pulled him down to meet each rough thrust. “I want you to cum for me.”

“I-ah!” Angel cried out, clenching hard around the cock inside of him. Legs shaking, Angel dug his nails into the Shadow’s arms as he started to cum. Each cry climbed higher and higher in a desperate hymn that felt more like it was escaping his lips than his own will sustaining the sound.

Vision going dark, Angel squeezed his eyes shut and allowed a bone deep shiver to overtake his body. Reflexively he pushed himself down onto the cock driving into him, needing more. The white hot pleasure reached a peak, and he felt something warm splash over his thighs. As he was wracked by wave after wave of pleasure that continued, never faltering, Angel managed to focus his eyes enough to look down at where they were joined.

Alastor’s cock dug into him in that perfect rhythm and Angel’s pussy gushed over them both. The Shadow wickedly reached down to rub his clit, teasing it to urge his climax on. Angel sobbed as his climax was drawn out, the splashes spilling out insistently.

Drinking in the sight before him, Alastor’s eyes shifted to radio dials. Seeing his beloved lost in the throes of ecstasy pushed him over the edge and he thrust deep into Angel, spilling inside. The last few little spurts left Angel and the spider was lay shaking in the wake of everything.

Leaning down, Alastor wrapped his arms around Angel and settled in to get comfortable. Situated between the Shadow and the stag, slowly Angel began to come down from the intense high. As he felt the warmth filling him, he relaxed into the embrace of his lovers.

Together they settled into the bed, catching their breath and stroking fur, hair, and skin. Fingers trailing up and down the line of Alastor’s back, Angel smiled to himself as he finally, finally allowed himself to surrender to the full joy of the moment.

Tired, sated, and deeply satisfied, Angel let out a happy sigh. The black crown atop Alastor’s head diminished again and Angel was able to thread his fingers into the stag’s hair again.

“We’re gonna have a baby,” Angel said quietly.

“We are. We’re going to be a family,” Alastor said as he nuzzled into the soft downy fluff of Angel’s chest.

“I can’t believe it…” Angel’s voice trailed off. “I mean, I can, but it’s so miraculous. I never thought we could.”

“You are a miracle,” Alastor said, gently squeezing Angel. “It is no surprise to me that you are capable of such things. I am merely thankful that it is I am able to share them with you.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Angel said with a smile. “And when the baby comes, I know they’ll love you just as much as I do.”

“And they will love you as much as I,” Alastor said. “They will know nothing but happiness in our home.”

“You bet,” Angel smiled.

“We’ll need to call the painter,” Alastor said. “I want a portrait of us, every month. And when the baby is born. Of course we’ll need to create the nursery and buy the furniture. Pick out clothes, the crib, the blankets, oh, and toys.”

Chuckling softly, Angel leaned into the embrace of the Shadow. “All in good time. All in good time. Don’t get so busy that you’re tired when the baby comes.”

“Never!” Alastor said, lifting his head up. “When the baby comes, I’ll be prepared. I’ll be ready, don’t you worry.”

Warmth filling his chest, Angel said, “I believe you.”

“We should bathe,” Alastor said with a sigh.

Taking its cue, the Shadow kissed Angel’s cheek and slipped away to begin running the bath. Not wanting to move yet, the spider cuddled closer to Alastor but made no move to argue when the stag pulled away.

Much to Angel’s surprise, he was swept up into Alastor’s arms before he could stand. Looking up at his husband with wide, surprised eyes, the stag merely chuckled.

“If you think your feet will ever touch the ground again, I’m afraid I must disappoint.”

“Won’t hear me complainin’, papa,” Angel teased back, hiding how much the sentiment warmed his heart.

“Glad to hear it, mama,” Alastor winked at him and carried Angel off to the bath.