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Chapter 13 - Oscillation

Oscillation (noun) 1. movement back and forth in a regular rhythm. 2. egular variation in magnitude or position about a central point, especially of an electric current or voltage

Tags & Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Biting, Blood There's a reference to a vynil Alastor is playing. Although not mentioned, I'd recommend listening to "Somethings Gotta Give" by Bing Crosby

It has been almost a week and frankly: You were getting pissed . Six days. SIX. FUCKING. DAYS since the fateful night, when a lapse in good judgment and a moment of weakness caused a whole cascade of events. And for these past six days, the radio demon had been uncharacteristically elusive.

You hadn't seen him the morning after the incident, as was to be expected. But then the next day came and went and a third, fourth and fifth one passed without even so much as a glimpse of his crimson suit. First you had felt uneasy - Charlie and Vaggie had told you Alastor had urgent business in his own territory to attend, and he left you to the hotel to work on his behalf - as a good assistant should do.

And you did – you attended meetings with Charlie and Vaggie, took care of Niffty, sorted through hoards of order forms for alcohol, supplies and vendors for the upcoming event. But uneasy quickly shifted to annoyed. While everyone seemed to be more at ease since Alastor left the hotel, you got grumpier each passing day.

Maybe the outcome hadn't been as harmless and forgivable as you thought. Maybe he was just tired of your constant presence. Maybe you had become a burden. Maybe...

"Maybe he's just busy. Like I've said before, it's not like this train wreck of a hotel is the only place who needs him around, doll." Angel's voice interrupted your angry brooding as he helped himself to another batch of eggs and bacon you had prepared for breakfast at day six.

You sighed with a badly suppressed scoff and leaned back on the counter. You weren't sure what about the Karaoke night had kicked off Angel's interest in you, but as Alastor had decided to vanish with no notice, Angel had replaced his position in constantly being around you – at least when he was not working. On the third day alone he had knocked at your door and invited you to watch a movie together in his room, having a rare night off. You had agreed, only after him promising you that it wouldn't be a show-and-tell of the films he was starring in, and you were more than pleasantly surprised when he opened the case of 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show'. Your mind flashed back to that memory.

Three days before

“Thought this would be a good mix of the two of us, Rocks. 'Ya get the show tunes, I get hot dudes in leather, lingerie and golden pants. Win-Win.” For most people, he would've been the worst companion to watch movies with – Angel commented on every- and anything, laughed loudly, hollered and screamed at the laptop screen. But you loved it. He kept you too busy to feel lonely, filling the room with too much noise to fill it with your concerns. He even coerced you into singing along, putting the volume on high during the time warp and pulling you from his bed to do the cheesy choreography, his pig jumping and weaving through the mess of legs and arms with happy squeaks..

“Man, they don't make movies like this down here.”, Angel said over the last notes of 'Science Fiction/Double Feature' and rolled over on his back, placing his head on your lap. “I'd make a killer Frank N. Furter.”

You scoffed playfully. “Sure thing, Magenta.”

"You know, I oughtta be offended, but 'ya know what: I'd rock that role too – she got killer looks and style, just like ma'self!” He posed with an arched back, a golden tooth glimmered in his confident grin. You shuffled away from his side of the bed and sat up, stretching yourself.

“If someone could pull off playing both of those simultaneously, it'd be you.”, you teased, one corner of your mouth twitching. Angel stared at you, before pointing at you in playful outrage.

“STAP. Don't you dare smile at me now, Rocky Mountain, we got a good thing goin' on here. 'Ya neva change a runnin' system!” He laughed at your wildly flicking ears and overly frowning face you made at that comment and pulled you into a hug. Your face was smushed in his chest fluff, it was soft and warm and tickled your nose. To your own surprise, you eased into his embrace.

“Thank you for this, Angel... I needed that.” Your voice was muffled by the feathery fluff, but Angel replied, his voice now softer and more real than before.

“I know. 'Ya were beginning to look like it, toots.” He gently pulled you away and looked at you, a crooked smile on his lips. “'I couldn't take another day of you mopin' around missing the creepy version of red ridin' hood.”

You stared at him. “Why would you think...”

Angel rolled his eyes. “Oh please, 'ya can maybe fool the others - the drunk, the crazy and the do-good-duo - but I'm not that stupid. I've seen how 'ya looked at him when we went out. 'Ya really didn't make it subtle." he chuckled. “Also, ma' little eye spied that...” He grabbed your hand, tapping on the red thread that you had (now neatly knotted) around your finger. “Call me Sherlock, but 'ya didn't have that before he was gone.”

You looked at the floor. What were you allowed to say now? Could you bend the truth so you wouldn't have to actually lie to him? Because... you really didn't want to lie to him. But the rules, we have to remember the rules! Angel noticed your inner struggle, and gently patted your head. "Look, 'ya don't gotta tell me. It's alright. But if 'ya ever want to, 'ya can talk to me 'bout it. I won't spill, I'll even throw in a pinky promise."

You wanted to talk. You did. You just had to be careful.

"I might.... have have developed some kind of... crush.. on him.”

Angel slapped his thighs with all four arms. “HA! I KNEW IT!” At the look you gave him he cleared his throat. “Sorry, sorry, that - ah, 'ya know, that just came out. I'll behave.” he said apologetically. “So, 'ya fancy 'ya boss, big whoop. You aren't the first, babycakes."

“It's not just that...”

Angel studied your flushed face. You looked at the red thread on your finger, trying to figure out how to stay vague while still tell Angel what happened. "He, um, may have caught me, in a moment of... private weakness, so to say."

"Whaddaya mean, moment of..." You glanced at him with a tortured expression, face now really hot, and could literally hear the bulb above his head flicking on. "Oh... OOOOOOH Satan..."

"Yeah. And now he hasn't been around since then."

A short silence fell. Angel dragged a hand over his face and a long drawn out "That stupid asshat..." could be heard through his slender fingers. "Okay, let me just get this clear, because I really need to make sure I don't hallucinate..." He took a deep breath, massaging his furrowed brows.

"Alastor, 'ya boss, came to ya and when 'ya were... uh.. rubbin' the nubbin so to say... and he caught 'ya?"

You nodded, avoiding his gaze.

"And then, he did... what, exactly?" His face was wild with confused curiosity. "I mean, 'ya still breathing, so he didn't kill 'ya."

"No. He didn't. In fact...“ you hesitated. Better to leave out the whole... ripping-hurting-monster-part... „he apologized, for what happened."

"He apolo... He apologized?! You're sure that was Smiley the murderclown?" Angel started to laugh nervously, but his face fell into something like pity when he saw your expression. The spider sighed and put one of his arms around your shoulders. "Sorry, bad habits die hard. Alright, so, now that he's gone MIA 'ya think it's because of... that?"

You pressed your palms on your face. This whole thing was a disaster.

„Hey, don't make that face, Rocks, it's gonna be fiiiine, don't worry. It's not the first time creepyface left the hotel for days. Could be totally unrelated.“ Angel squeezed you into his side, giving you a faint smile. “Please don't tell anyone...”

He held up four pinky fingers. “'Ya secret's safe with me, babes.”

Present day

"I know, I know... It's not like him, you know? I can't recall a time when he didn't check in with me for that long." At his suggestive eyebrow wiggle you added, “....as his employee.” “Uh-huh. Sure.” Angel laughed, stabbing into the scrambled eggs. You threw a hand towel at him and he snickered in return as he caught it. Angel had quickly become the closest thing to a friend to you, and even though you hadn't told him everything, it still felt good to share a bit of your inner turmoil with him. And you noticed you had a lot of that for the past days. More than before. You found it oddly hard sometimes, to keep yourself together, to harden yourself against the increasingly bothering emotions. Angel also held his promise of keeping his mouth shut in front of the others. Just in moments like this, when nobody else was around, he teased you in good fun. “Watch it, or I'll make spaghetti for dinner and break them in half before cooking them.”

Angel gasped, hands clutching his chest. “'Ya. Wouldn't. Dare.” “And I'll cook them in unsalted water.”, you said with an evil glare. “Monster!”, he shouted dramatically and you cockily swished your tail at him. “Instead of being a judgy pain in the ass, how about you finally decide what you want to do in the showcase? You and Husk are the only ones who haven't told me.” Angel groaned, pushing his now empty plate away from him. “I already told 'ya. Not my fault if it doesn't please 'ya highness.”

You shook your head as you took his empty plate to the sink. “I know, what an outrage that we think a live peepshow isn't the most fitting act for a gala.”

“Your words, Rocks, not mine.”

You sighed. “Angel.” He avoided your gaze, his lips pressed to a tense line. You've learned that behind all the projected self-confidence and theatrics, the spider demon was just... insecure. “You are more than just your body, more than the sex scenes you film. I've seen you dance, not on a pole, really dancing – and you looked fabulous! Why don't you give that a try? Choose a song, and we'll put together a choreography. Show hell that you are a star – no porn-prefix needed.”

Angel lifted his mismatched eyes and blinked at you. He suddenly sounded... young. “Do 'ya really think that, or are 'ya just sayin' that so 'ya can check my name off that stupid list?” As an answer, you put down the still dripping plate in your hands, walked over to him and hugged him. It must have looked awkward, your arms around his feathery head, his face wedged in between them and pressed against your own, cold cheeks. But you felt him smile and his hands snaking around your waist, returning the pressure.

“Alright, toots. For you.”

On the way to the bar, you were writing in the heavy, bulky planner Vaggie had given you. With Angel finally convinced, you only had one name without a contribution left open – Husk. You checked the list again, wondering how the hell you could put together a coherent and entertaining show out of all these acts. Charlie, of course, wanted to sing, but with Vaggie's insistant interjections she begrudgingly compromised on hosting through the program. In turn, you offered to have her and Vaggie perform an opener with you, and even though the latter wasn't too enthusiastic about that, both were fine with the arrangement. When asked what she wanted to do, Niffty had been... excited, to put it diplomatically. “I can train the bugs I catch to make them jump through hoops, or maybe do a magic trick and saw a rat in half, or maybe, maybe I could chain myself and do an escape trick, or maybe...” “You know what, Niff, I can work with that... just... maybe show it to me beforehand so we can, umm, tweak it a bit, to round the corners, okay?”

When you walked up to the bar, Husk was just finishing his second breakfast burrito. You eyed the glass of blood orange juice with suspicion. "You didn't put vodka in it I hope. We have a deal." The cat huffed at you, wiping his greasy fingers on his pants. "'Yo lose one time at UNO, and that's whatcha get." You internally grinned. On day 4 w.A.p (without Alastor present), Charlie had invited everyone for a game night. Husk, gambler that he was, was intrigued when you proposed to rise the stakes by having the loser of the night make a 'redeemable' change, voted by the others. To your great satisfaction, Husk was awful at UNO (he lost by a freaking landslide, with you and Angel showering him in take-fours) and when you proposed that he should have at least two meals a day with non-alcoholic drinks, everyone gleefully agreed. While the cat was openly annoyed with you for it, you found the hidden glimmer of gratefulness in his gaze in that moment was more rewarding than you thought it would be. You could play the part of a conscienful adult, especially when it was for others, even when your mind was ever so often preoccupied with thoughts of him .

"You know why I'm here, Husk." you lean over the bartop, raising a brow. "You're not getting out of this show without a contribution."

"I can't contribute shit to this stupid party, and 'yo know it."

"Come on. You do your cheesy card tricks every night, even if the only crowd's Angel, I'm sure you have other talents, too." He frowned and you tried again. "I'm literally taking anything. You could juggle cocktail shakers, or swallow fire while unicycling, it'll fit perfectly in this... eclectic roster!" Husk rolled his eyes, a sarcastic smile spreading on his lips.

"Sure. Everyone would love to see an old, washed-up drunkard perform for shits and giggles." His sarcastic grin disappeared instantly and he looked away, ears sinking to the side.

Your gaze softened and you grabbed his arm. "Don't give me that bullshit, Husk. What, just tell me what I work with here. Honestly."

The cat demon shifted uncomfortably under your expectant eyes, opening and closing his mouth as if debating with himself. Then his voice came in a grumpy grumble. "I used to play the trumpet."

You blinked. Then blinked again. That was.. cool, actually, the image fitted him perfectly.

"...The trumpet? You did?"

Husk nodded, refusing to meet your eyes and shoved his little hat deeper down his brow. "Used to be sumthin' I was really good at. Played in my... well, in bars and casinos. Even wrote my own pieces sometimes...", his face shifted, first to something sentimental, then into... resignation. "Haven't played in years, though." He scratched his neck awkwardly.

"Then play a duet with me, Husk.", you declared confidently. "Choose something that isn't too demanding, maybe even write something, I'll play the piano, you the trumpet - so you won't have to do it alone. We still have about a month and a half!"

Husk stared at you, searching for the hidden agenda behind that generous offer. Finding none, he laughed quietly. "Are 'yo serious? 'Yo know how hard that'll be, right?"

"Like I said, it's you and me both, old man." you replied softly. “Cling together, swing together.”

Husk ran his paws over his eyes, shaking his head in disbelieve – but he couldn't hide the slight grin that flickered over his face. "Aw fuck, fine. Just don't complain when it sounds like a damn disaster."

"YES!" You flipped open the planner and checked his name with dramatic flourish on the paper. "And that's a wrap, thank satan!"

Husk chuckled, emptying his juice and refilling the glass with his usual cheap booze. You shut the thick binder and sighed. Now the timer was reset: You had to rehearse, and organize. But not today. The only thing you'd do today is tell Charlie of your progress, as soon as she and Vaggie would return from their shopping spree they had planned for this morning.

You were almost at the top of the stairs leading to your floor when Angel came down from it, polished and dressed in a flashy, baby-pink coat and big, star-shaped sunglasses. “Off to work I see?”, you said, a mixture of compassionate pity and cheeky teasing in your voice. Behind the yellow glass, Angels eyes widened. “Um... what the fuck, Rocks? Why are you here?”

You paused, cocking a brow in confusion. “...I'm working here?” Angel looked just as puzzled as you. “No shit, that's not what I mean. Why are you here here and not at Al's Radio tower?”

You shook your head, still trying to make sense of him. What the hell was with him? “Why would I be there?” “Because...”, Angel whipped his head from you to the staircase, then back to you, eyes narrowing and a scowl forming around his lips. “... bootleg bambi came back. I've met him on my way to my room, after breakfast. I thought he went straight to tell 'ya. Don't tell me he didn't fucking show his face?”

He... what?!”, you stuttered, your face instantly hot. Alastor was back? Was he back for good now? Or was he still busy? And why didn't he come to see you?

"Woah, hold 'on, doll... are 'ya blushin'? No, no, no. Focus, girl. Aren't 'ya gonna rip him a new one, or at least ream him a good talkin'-to?", Angel raised one eyebrow in question and watched you. "Or aren't 'ya ticked at the asshole anymore?"

The more time passed, the harder it got not to let your thoughts spiral down again, so you started to wiggle on the thread around your finger nervously, turning it absent mindedly.

Yeah. Why weren't you pissed? You should be pissed. You were pissed.

A sheen of red covered your sight. You turned on your heels and stormed up the stairs, leaving a smug looking Angel behind. With each step of the stairs, your rising anger doubled in intensity. What the hell? He was here since MORNING and didn't even care to tell you? You stared at the hatch to his broadcasting room, contemplating to just bulldoze your way in. He'd deserve it, that fucking... You took a deep breath, inhale to cool your anger, exhale to relieve the energy of your fury. Get a grip. Inhale, exhale. The red sheen lifted, the voice in your head got more tame, and quieted down. You knocked, three times, your fingers tense in the fist. The hatch door opened and there he was, right as rain, smiling nonchalantly down to you.

"Ah, hello, kitten! You look absolutely dashing this morning." His voice was as smooth as a crooned ballad. You simply stared at him, ears tense and tail high on alert. Alastor bent down now, not quite a grin, not quite a smile on his lips. "Come in, come in, you've never been to my humble abode, have you?" He reached out his hand to you, and you unwillingly took it as he lifted you up.

The broadcasting room was spacious and surprisingly bright, the predominantly glassed top overlooking Pentagram City. The walls that weren't occupied with technical equipment were lined with heavy wooden shelves filled with vintage radios, vinyls and other paraphernalia, meticulously organized and extravagantly decorated, as you had assumed from him. It was eerily clean. Only the microphone at the recording booth had some wear and tear. Well, not only that.

Alastor looked slightly different than usual, rougher, you'd even say more... unkempt. He eyed you, his thin-lipped smile threatening to slip. "My dear, you appear rather upset... what's the matter? Oh-ho, don' tell me... Have you missed me?" He laughed mockingly, as if in jest. You gritted your teeth, and resisted to give him a piece of your mind, forcing your trembling fists behind your back.

"Maybe." The word slipped through your fangs as you tightened the corners of your mouth. You didn't give him time to form an answer. "Just came to tell you, sir, that all contributions to the Blue Moon showcase are decided."

"Ah... yes, marvelous." Alastor cleared his throat. There it was again. A flicker in his grin.

So he has decided not to address the fact that he has left for almost a whole damn week and wanted to act like nothing had happened?

Oh, no. Not on our watch, Overlord or not.

He moved past you to a fancy shelf on the wall. "Now that this tiresome subject is done and I've been properly informed, my darling little helper, why don't you choose a vinyl? Pick anything you'd like, it has been a while since I've had someone I deemed worthy enough to enjoy it in here..."

"If you deem someone worthy, sir, shouldn't you treat them with equal respect and consideration in return?", you cut off, voice quiet.

Alastor stood completely still, fingers wrapped around an elegant black and red decorated cover, not saying a word. His ears were drawn back slightly, you saw the tips twitch. After a moment, he chuckled faintly and took the vinyl out, a slow rhythm starting to play from an adjacent record player. "Alastor, dear. And I know it hasn't been long, but you really did grow into a sharp tongue in my absence, haven't you, little gem? Is that a complaint?" His voice was strangely soothing and almost... despondent.

"Yes, it is. You've left me for almost a whole week without any instructions, or explanation. Especially after...", you hesitated, bringing your hands from your back to your front, tugging on the red, traitorous thread. Alastor stared at it, but his head quickly turned to the side, a far-away gaze on his crimson eyes.

"Right, of course." He stood a while, the vinyl cover still in his hand. You kept your breathing even and quiet while you waited. The anger was gone, vanished to make room for... sadness? You were sad. And insecure. And confused. That night, even after everything that happened, you had told him that you wanted him to stay with you, and he did - in that moment. It felt like a kind of confession to you, and him staying like acceptance. Maybe you had hoped that these blooming feelings of yours were... approbated at least, as outrageous as they were. But then he was gone without so much as a word, a message, a fucking carrier pigeon. As if this evening just simply became something so embarrassing that he had lost all respect for you. Something shameful to not even want to acknowledge it happened. A rejection you should've know was coming, yet you felt unprepared for.

No. We won't give up without at least trying.

"Yes." You said it into the silence, feeling the roughness of the yarn on your fingertips. We need to at least try. "I've missed you." We've missed you.

His body twitched unnaturally, his hands balling, and his eyes went from empty and faraway to ablaze and in focus in the matter of a split second. His fist closed tight around the vinyl cover, cracking the foiled case to pieces in an instant, ripping the paper inlay to shreds. With his shoulders pushed back and chin raised, he rounded you, gliding behind you and pinned you in your position like an insect to a piece of cardboard, his voice cracking with static feedback.

"Dangerous words, my dear. I seem to have.... miscalculated the circumstances, when it comes to you." His claws tore across your clothes, grazing along and quickly undoing your belt, lifting the hem of your blouse slightly as he did. His hands slithered under the silken fabric, grazing over the sensitive flesh of your breasts. Two buttons popped, but you couldn't care less. The delicious shivers that ran down your spine made you tremble in his grasp, and he chuckled at the feeling.

You closed your eyes with a quiet hiss when his clawed fingertips circled your nipples, the sharp tip of his red nails brushing over their apex. The heat of his body radiated against your back, your clothes suddenly felt like a burden. Please, if this was a dream, don't let us wake up.

"It seems you represented me worthily in my absence, my jewel girl." Oh god, that voice. His jewel girl. His. How you had missed that dark, twisted voice. His hand gave a soft squeeze to the curve he was fondling. "I think that calls for a reward. Do you agree?"

Even in the rush of the moment, you felt like this wasn't just a rhetorical question. It felt like a question of consent – Do you want this? Maybe you were just delusional. Maybe you were finally becoming insane. But you nodded nonetheless. “ɨ ռɛɛɖ ȶօ ɦɛǟʀ ɨȶ,” (I need to hear it.) His voice was laced with muffled white noise, loud and on the brink of breaking. “Yes.” was all you could breathe. He finally pushed the cursed fabric off your shoulders, letting the cloth slip down your form as it exposed every inch of your sensitive skin to the chill air of the room and the burning heat of his hands. It landed in a pool around your ankles, your naked chest bare for him to explore. Thank fuck we didn't wear a bra today.

His hands roamed freely over your shivering form, nails scraping and fingers digging into soft, supple curves. A soft tug in the curls of your hair made you gasp in surprise and he seized the opportunity to pull your head back and draw your lips onto his. Your mind short-circuited. Oh sweet hell...

Alastor was kissing you.

The kiss was hot and possessive. Suffocating almost, his tongue explored your mouth hungrily, leaving you unable to breathe, let alone think straight. His grip tightened as his tongue pressed deeper into you, earning him an uncontrollable, desperate whine from you that vibrated into his mouth. He laughed coarsely in response, pulling you away from him with his claws in your hair just enough for his wicked tongue to trace the contour of your lip, licking and biting and kissing his way down to your neck, sharp teeth nipping your tender skin. You felt dizzy, closing your eyes and struggling to keep yourself from touching him, as if he'd disappear if you did. His enlarged antlers became entangled in the charcoal mess of hair that cascaded over your shoulders the further he went down.

You felt Alastor's forehead pressing against the valley of your shoulderblades, his hand moved from your breast down your side to claw into your hips and he breathed almost as heavily as you. His presence was so commanding, simply overpowering, it made you weak in the knees. You desperately wanted to see him, to confirm that he was as lost as you. Please, look at us. But of course, you weren't courageous enough to pull yourself away from him and possibly break the spell you both were under.

“Oh..”

Your eyes snapped open as a firm grip settled itself between your legs, the skin under his palm almost unbearably hot. When did he slip past your waistband? The pressure he placed between your thighs had you desperately mewling, your senses all screaming for him. His fingertips parted the hot folds, searching the slick entrance and settling on rubbing the little button that gave you so much pleasure. Alastor practically radiated static electricity, humming in approval, and continued to stroke the fleshy button between your thighs. His free hand moved to your throat, wrapping his long digits carefully around it and pushed your head to the side. He leaned forward, teeth dangerously pricking your thin, delicate skin, ready to draw blood. You didn't care. His moist, raspy breath filled you with nothing but lust and urgency. He can take it all, we don't care.

You felt how he started pushing himself against you, his lean hips pressing his erection against the cleft of your ass and it made you want to scream in bliss that you were the one who ignited this atypical kind of physical reaction from him. We want him, and he wants us. Through your surpressed moans and muffled sobs he practically purred a sly demand:

"Don't hold back, my darling girl. ֆɦօա ʏօʊʀ ʍǟֆȶɛʀ ɦօա ʏօʊ ʟօռɢɛɖ ʄօʀ ɦɨʍ ɨռ ɦɨֆ ǟɮֆɛռƈɛ...” (Show your master how you longed for him in his absence...)

The rhythm of his finger around your clit became faster, and with two added fingers pushing in and out of you in an agonizing speed uncontrolled moans were bubbling up in your throat which, with his encouragement, you let spill from your lips freely. We are burning. We can't take this. We want more.

As if he could hear the cacophony of voices inside you he pulled his hand away from your heated core. The loss of touch made you cry out in frustrated tears. That was until you felt yourself lifted and carried. On instinct you wrapped your arms around his neck, resulting in a low, almost feral growl from him. Alastor sat you down hastily on the main broadcasting console, slicing your pants into ribbons in the process and ripping them from your legs without care. He finally looked you in the eyes – dark burgundy pits with spinning red dials. His predatory, hungry gaze knocked all air out of your lungs. You quickly started to pull your hands back, but he caught your wrists and returned them to back at his neck, his eyes never leaving yours.

“ɖօ ռօȶ ʟօօӄ ǟաǟʏ.” (Do not look away.)

You couldn't even if you tried. The sound of a clicking belt buckle and quickly ruffled fabrics widened your eyes. Your surroundings, even Alastor's face, shimmered in technicolor, phasing through blues and pinks and yellows and reds like you were looking through a kaleidoscope that refracts light into every imaginable spectrum. And then his length slowly sank into the warmth and wetness of your center. A hot rush spread inside of you, it felt exhilarating as the base of his throbbing cock pressed against your needy entrance. You felt his girth fill and stretch the sensitive area inside, rubbing and slamming the sensitive spot he was working so diligently on just a moment ago, your body exploding and quivering with every movement. Your mind went blank, dizzied with pure, primal desire. The voices in your head an echo of the past, muted. Blissful silence except for the symphony of his body against yours. His ragged breath was the most beautiful music you've ever heard. You never wanted him to stop.

In unison with another powerful thrust, he sank his sharp teeth into your shoulder, tearing through skin and drawing blood that seeped past his lips. It was a stinging pain, but you welcomed it, and combined with his lecherous stroking it set off fireworks inside you as you sang his name loud and unabashed, squirming against his feverishly moving hips. His mouth sucked in the dripping liquid with hungry fervor, teeth like daggers digging in further, locking in and threatening to penetrate through to the other side as his member buried into the pulsing heat. You felt your climax approaching, too soon, too soon, and it crashed down on you like a storm wave. With a low growl that could've as well been a lusty sigh, he pushed in one last time before he, too, came to his release. The weight of his warm body against your chest and his sticky seed dripping from you made you want to fully melt into him, to fuse with him and never let yourself be separated.

As your afterglow settled in, his jaw released you and as soon as the tip of his hard shaft left, your whole composure crumpled, you fell on your back, buttons and switches and dials pressing into your back. You barely felt the impact as your vision faded in and out of focus, lids heavy like lead.

Two firm yet gentle hands slowly turned your head from it's side upright again. When you opened your eyes to a blur, his face swam into view, now crimson eyes boring into yours as you laid limply beneath him. A heavy tear dripped out the corners of your tired eyes, the over stimulation of your orgasm and the returning voices (and with them – conflicting emotions) too intense to keep it in. Alastor's face softened with a chuckle, and with the back of his clawed hand he brushed your cheek. He leaned forward, cupping your face and a pair of smooth lips hovered near yours, brushing them softly in a barely there kiss. It was all you needed to ignore any other feeling than that of fulfillment.

Let us be delusional then. Let us be mad. Insane. Crazy, Delirious.

Your lips pulled into a blissful smile.

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theallenshorefangirl · 1 year ago

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After the Tapes AU Chapter 2 ft @voidwritesstuff Jerico!

As the afternoon sets in and Lucas tossed all the gear into the van.He checks his list of what he packed.While he did that Desmond was still in bed asleep."Alright that's everything,what else am I forgetting...."Lucas paused before a devious smile crawled on his face.He goes to his drumkit in his room and loudly plays Reveille.Desmond jumps out of the bed and falls face first into the floor."Rise in shine maggot get into the uniform I nabbed from the hospital and let's go it's gonna be awhile till we get there so we can make a pit stop at Homa Mart.I'll be waiting in the van."He walks off.Desmond gets up and takes a quick shower.He quickly slips on the lightblue shirt,black pants and white labcoat.The labcoat belong to Rosemary,it still smells of a sweet plum perfume which calmed the anxious man."Hey Lucas,I'm ready what do you think?" Lucas exchanged a small smile."You look like Rosemary's twin,I think she would be proud of what your doing.Helping the people of Milton Haven."Desmond nods as he hops in the passenger side of the van carefully.The ride to the hospital was gonna be long.But first a pit stop to Homa Mart.And from where the cabin was it was a long ways away.

The silence was unbereable after a while,all that could be heard was the sound of the city, the humm of the van and the noise of the stray pebble that ocassionally scraped against the vehicle's wheel.

Lucas pats the steering wheel a few times.Not nervous,just bored. Theres a slight rythm to his patting, not a discernible tune or song, just vaguely musical, it reminded Him of his drums,he should really play more often.

Regardless,he shakes his head and snaps out of his thoughts. The Seat creaks and groans as he shifts his weight, his eyes flicker briefly to the little green vynil charm tucked in the pocket of the Van's sun visor, that was currently in use.

Then, something came to his mind. Desmond watches as a big smile appears on his Friends face, its loopy but warm,followed by a few chuckles that fall from his lips. --Did I tell you I have a girlfriend?-- he asked casually.

--No, I did not-- The other Man answered,fixing his glasses-- how did that came about?

--Well...--Lucas starts, tilting his head to the side briefly as if trying to recall something-- it all started in a record store

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It was a warm summer day, skies clear with a few clouds scattered in the blue mantle above. And with the gentle breeze blowing past, Lucas enters the record store with a list tucked into his flannel's pocket.

The record store was quaint, a mix of retro architecture And modern aspects like tvs with MTV on, music blares from some speakers scattered around the place. Music in a record store, it was like fish in an aquarium, you couldnt expect less.

Lucas, always a retro Man in music taste,goes Straight into the vynil section. He inspects some of the records,checking his list for the albums he wants to get, "kind of blue" by Miles Davis, ella fitzgerald, "Abbey road" by The Beatles. Hes about to reach for AC/DC's "Dirty Deeds,Done Dirty cheap" another hand beats him to it.

Their eyes meet, A beautiful forest green eyes that look at him surprised and flustered. They belong to a young woman, probably a college student judging by the Messenger bag she was carrying alongside the binder with a few stickers on it that was resting under one of her arms. --Ah, sorry-- they say pulling the vynil close to her chest, not quite wanting to hand the album over.

--Ah its nothin'-- he replied scratching the back of his neck-- you beated me to it, its fair play

They chuckle and nodd--Thanks, its uh...a gift for my dad-- they explain--you saved my Bacon,honestly

"Oh" Lucas thought, feeling a little relieved he let them Keep it-- oh thats good then, please do Keep It

They nodded and Turned to the boxes with the vynils-- maybe theres another one for you? Let me help you check, its only fair

--Thanks,I still gotta get a few --Lucas commented checking his list,sort of showing it to his companion, who reads it and thinks for a moment.

--The power of love by huey Lewis and the news-- they muse Reading one of the items of a list-- good choice, I loved it in back to the future

--Thats a great movie too,the last one of the triology was good, cant Belive its been seven years since it came out--He added.

--Yeah...-- then they seemed to realize that its been seven years since the movie came out. They blink for a moment and add-- Dios, has it been that long?!

--Yeah-- Lucas chuckled skimming through the vynyls-- the passage of time-- he adds and gives them a soft, warm look with an apologetic smile-- you get used to it kiddo,you have your whole life ahead of you

--Yeah, I sort of get freaked out about that...feels weird,Like a haze you know? Years pass by fast and the mix

--Advice? Just take it easy-- he says Gently, using the same tone Alphonso used with him when he was scared or overwhelmed-- easier said than done, I know. But, live your life and make memories, thats the things that matter, dont see the passage of time as a pressure,but rather an opportunity, yknow?

They nodd, pulling out the single of Huey Lewis and The News-- here it is-- their hand hands it to him-- 'n thanks for the advice

--Thank you-- Lucas emphasized the *you* part-- always happy to help

Theres a brief silence as the person beside him check for other albums. A few people pass by talking about the discharge of a soldier because of insubordination, Lucas thought he recognized the story but he wasnt sure. Something about disobeying a direct order that wouldve caused a lot more harm than good.

--Damn suits-- he breathed hoping his companion wouldnt hear-- even if youre in the right ,the moment youre a liability or question them youre thrown out like a wasted battery...

They steal a few glances to the Man beside them at the comment, the way his hands grip tight and mutter something about knowing how that felt like. Their gaze scan his eyes, the way he smiles when he finds one of the albums hes looking for,forgetting the unpleseant situation he just Recalde. In their eyes, He was really,really handsome-- Im jerico,by the way -- they comment trying to light up the mood.

It takes Lucas by surprise, he turns to them and says--Nice to meet you,'M Lucas

--Nice to meet you too-- jerico replied, handing him another album. "Rage against the machine" by the band with the same name as the album-- here, good choice too. A rebel recognizes another -- they wink and he chuckles, his cheeks warming up.

He takes it and says-- What gave it away?

They tap their chest two times,like a rythm without a discernible melody-- The dogtags, my adoptive dad is ex-military so I know a few things, and the way you talked about that soldier that got discharged...the rage in your voice...the impotence, you sounded pretty anti authority

Lucas chuckled--Nothing gets past you,huh?

Jeri laughs nervously--Yeah, I'm very observant...hope you dont mind

--Not really, its fun to talk with ya-- he admitted a little flustered-- I have everythin' I need but id love to Keep talkin'

--Ah damn...I cant I have to get this for tonight...its the birthday party-- they confess with a bit of sadness-- But..we can see eachother later?

He smiled and nodded--Alright, I like that idea

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--'n then I asked them for their number and took 'em out the for a date the Next day, a coffee n' a walk in the Park--Lucas explained-- And then I met her again at your Office,they're a patient of yours...guess the world is very small huh?

Desmond did a double take,they couldnt be...-- Wait...Jerico Castro? Green eyes, Brown hair...under dye...-- he gestured at the lower part of his head as if he had short hair like jerico did.

--nice voice and very talented? Yeah-- he finished what his friend trailed off,his voice soft and warm, adoration and love dripping from his tone as his body relaxed.

--Where are they now? -- the other Man asked concerned

--Safe,out for the summer. Another country...Argentina maybe?--He hesitated-- Havent been able to reach 'em...but they knew about mayer so I think they know calling is dangerous for me...and for them...-- his peace is short lived as his fists grip the steering wheel. Anger,fear, impotence, all mixed in one glass--if those bastards even lay a finger on her purdy hair...ill--

Desmond Puts a hand on his Friends shoulder, patting it--They wont,Jerico is safe. You know their parents dont you?

--A lil-- he admitted,relaxing slightly-- Raymonds a tough one

--He is. And a good father too. They are safe and youll see 'em again-- He promised-- you two sound very in love,im happy for you

He chuckled and nodded,relaxing once more--Thanks, doc

Desmond deeply signs,and rubs his neck."I mean I knew a local girl.her name was Magdalena.She would always make it right on time for her appointments and well she was pretty." Desmond took a deep breath,the plum perfume on the lab coat was calming."She had these beautiful midnight blue eyes,midnight black hair and a nice soft accent,and I never could forget she always worn a pastel that would show her skin or her eyes more....But that was in the past." He looked out the window with a melancholy expression on his face.Lucas pulled the van into the Homa Mart parking lot."She must have been a kind hearted and very heartbroken to have to let you go." Lucas's expression was a worried one."She had to,I was so caught up with my own problems she did the right thing.She wrote me a letter and that was it.I never heard from her again." Desmond's voice shook as the memories flooded back.Lucas pulls him into a hug."We all loose something, and sometimes it's good to let go and let things be a thing of the past." Desmond quietly sobs into the worried ex military man's arm."Don't cause a scene now Desmond,deep breaths and let's go pack up snacks and stuff for the road and remember,it's ok to cry." Desmond gave him a are you serious look as he wipes his face."I wasn't crying I got something in my eye."He hops out of the van.

As they both browsed through and got what they wanted Dave stands infrom of Desmond."Hey Desmond,I want to apologize for last time,remember the while I'll kill you threat,I msorry about that I was upset loosing....you know." Desmond was tensed up and waiting for Dave to kick his ass,but he quickly relaxed."Hey It's ok,we all loose someone that we love or was close too,Virginiawas a good patient and a friend." Dave nodded and quickly remember."Yeah nice small chat but I forgot I let the new trainee alone with the forklift and I got to go,stay chill Desmond." Dave ran off in a hurry.Desmond shivered at the word chill,it gave him a bad memory of being locked in a freezer til the mannequin showed up with the key."Hey Desmond found anything yet." Lucas had five packs of family sized beef jerky,kid cuisines,sugar snacks,juice pouches,and a case of beer."Lucas what is all of that!?" Desmond was baffled at what he brought."Hey some of this is for me and the kid cuisines is for the kid,you rold me hes getting sick and tired of sea food and probably hospital food so why not start him off small with these." He had a large grin."Fine,I guess." Desmond got afew snacks and a case of Dr pepper.As they payed for their items and packed it to the van with help from Sammy and Inez and thanked them both,Desmondclutched his head."Doc you ok?" Lucas quickly ran over."Yeah the lights was giving me a headache I get alittle dizzy when in stores." Lucas helps Desmond I to the passenger seat."I did get some stuff for headaches if you want one,or maybe go back to sleep,if I get tired I can pull over and rest for a small bit." Desmond nodded,putting his seat seatbelt on as he drifts off to sleep."just take deep breaths,I'll wake you as soon as we get there." Lucas started up the van and headed on the road to the hospital,which having a shortcut drawn on a map they should get their before nightfall for it was around 9:57pm and would probably arrive around 11pm.Lucas was also quietly eating some beef jerky and taking small sips from a juice pouch."Huh I didn't know this was grape flavored juice,it's kinda interesting." He talked to himself quietly so he didn't disturb the sleeping Doc.

Allen's Poem:

"I watch as the moon chats along with the stars and watch as the shadows lurk at my door.I wish for hope to walk in soon and not that fanged bastered who wants me gone.If I was on a boat as of now and I was the captain.I'd be a bad one indeed.Steering myself into the darkness and crashing the ship in the dark and fall into the dark vast ocean down into the bottom of the sea.Watching the stars and moon laugh at me as I'm dragged deeper and deeper to my demise."

The heart monitor beeps steadily as Allen trys not to flinch.The male nurse was at his bedside.He injected some kind of liquid into his iv bag and left.Allen wished for them to get here quickly so he can eat actually food and not be fed from a feeding tube."please hurry guys,I don't know how long I can fake still being in a Comatose state,the male nurse is catching on." Allen closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

(I'm gonna cry if it doesn't post)

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