No flirting with the Radio Demon
Disclaimer: This is a tickle fic! Ignore it if you don't like that sort of thing.
Summary: Angel Dust overdoes it with alcohol and Alastor becomes the object of his flirtations. Only the consequences are... unfavorable.
TW: Mildly intense tickling, mentions of cannibalism, alcohol, maybe bad english
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A dark night fell upon the restless streets of Hell.
The only source of light in the lobby was a small candle, illuminating the figure of a certain cat. Husk was enjoying the silence, his eyes slightly closed. The bartender was quite tired after the long day, so all he wanted was a good sleep. The former Overlord took a swig of alcohol straight from the bottle, grimaced in displeasure (the taste turned out to be rather weak), and slammed it onto the counter with a loud clank. The hotel was dead silent, save for the sound of rain outside. It seemed like nothing could disturb this peace...
BANG!
Poor Husk nearly jumped out of his skin but calmed down when he saw Angel, who had slammed the front door behind him. The porn star looked utterly exhausted—his shoulders slightly slumped, weariness in his eyes, and a fresh bruise on his face. Still, the spider had learned to trust Husk, so he didn’t bother hiding his true emotions around the bartender.
"Pour me the strongest shit you got, Whiskers," - Angel muttered, clumsily dropping onto a barstool. - "I wanna get shitfaced."
Husk slid a glass toward him with a grim expression, his face betraying restrained concern.
"Trouble at work?" - he asked, though he already knew the answer.
"Valentino… That bastard was extra cruel today." - Angel dramatically leaned back in his chair and downed the whiskey in one go.
A comfortable silence settled between them.
"Good evening, my friends!"
A voice distorted by radio static echoed from the dark corner, making both sinners jump in surprise. Angel was the first to snap out of it.
"The fuck, Smiles? You tryin’ to give me a heart attack?!" - the spider spat as Alastor stepped out of the shadows and casually took a seat at the bar.
"Husk, a glass of water, if you’d be so kind," - the Overlord requested, cheerfully ignoring Angel’s remark.
"Just water? The hell, seriously?" - Husk grumbled but poured the water anyway, sliding it toward the cannibal. He knew damn well the Radio Demon was only here for his own amusement.
Angel, oblivious to the tension between them, kept drowning himself in whiskey. And we all know how alcohol affects people—even if those people are technically dead and trapped in Hell... His tongue loosened, his actions grew reckless.So reckless, in fact, that the spider found it hilarious to start flirting with one of Hell’s most dangerous Overlords. Guess that’s what years under Valentino’s "care" did to him—flirting with damn near anything that moved.
"Oh, Al~, lookin' so damn hot tonight... Wanna sneak off to my room?" - Angel leaned into Alastor's space, batting his eyelashes with exaggerated flair.
"I think I'll refuse, my effeminate friend," -Alastor replied in a singsong voice—though his smile grew strained, eyes flashing with quiet annoyance. Naturally, this only egged the spider on. Where others saw danger, Angel saw a game.
"C'mon, Smiles, don't play hard to get~"
He reached toward the Radio Demon, essentially signing his own death warrant. But before he could make contact, the deer demon melted into the shadows, reappearing behind him in an instant.
"I'd advise you to measure your words carefully, Angel."
The Overlord's voice crackled with static for half a heartbeat. Husk frantically gestured at the spider to shut the hell up— he knew very well that the master of his soul certainly did not possess mercy.
"What's wrong, Bambi? Could it be you're actuall—Ack!"
Whatever he wanted to say was cut off by the tentacles that grabbed the actor and held him in place. Alastor's patience had reached its limit.
"B-Boss, Angel was just joking... There's no need to do anything drastic." - the bartender muttered in a slightly frightened tone, trying to calm the cannibal down. Angel was struggling in the tentacles' grip, looking panicked.
"Hmm, drastic? Oh no, I'm not going to hurt our dear spider. Unless I want to teach him a lesson..." Alastor's grin widened, and a sadistic gleam appeared in his eyes.
"A-are you not going to let me in on your plans?" - Angel asked, a little stuttering.
"I'll be happy to do so, mon cher. Even more, you will feel it."
At these words, one of the tentacles squeezed the spider's side for a test.
"Ouch! A-al, what the hehehell are you doing?" Angel looked at his "torturer" in surprise, a high-pitched squeak escaped his lips. The touch didn't hurt, no... It tickled. By the way, the porn star was very ticklish.
"I think I've already told you. I'm going to teach you a lesson, my effeminate friend," - Alastor sang, twirling his cane.
Husk was watching the scene in amazement. The old cat was starting to relax a little, realizing that the Radio Demon wasn't going to dismember Angel or anything like that. The tentacle began to gently and painfully tickle the spider's sides.
"You... Yohohou're fucking tickling mehehe!" - Angel squealed, biting his lip and trying to suppress a giggle.
"Bingo! You're absolutely right." Alastor chuckled and sipped his water with a straight face.
"Well, I think I'll go. Just don't destroy the bar..." - The bartender muttered, grabbing the nearest bottle of alcohol and heading up the stairs to his room.
"Hask, fuhuhuck! Mpfh...T-the traitor! Don't... haha! Don't leavehehe me with this sahadist!" - spider pleaded, barely able to contain his laughter.
"I can only wish you good luck."
The former Overlord grinned into his mustache and left. Angel's attention was once again drawn to the cannibal. "Mh....A...Al, let's come to an ahahagreement? It's nohohot worth it...Aah!" - Angel clenched his lip even tighter as the tentacle switched to light scratching.
"Shh, shh, shh, Angel. It's night now, and many people are asleep. You don't want to wake anyone up, do you?" Alastor smirked, finally getting up from his chair and walking over to his victim. He ran his claw thoughtfully over the sinner's furry belly.
"D-dohohon't!" - Spider said with bated breath.
"A bad place, my dear? You know that saying "don't" just makes me use this place even more?" A sharp claw traced smooth circles on Angel's body. Oh, how the spider regretted wearing a crop top! When Alastor began to move all his fingers across his stomach, he broke down
"Ahaaahhaa! No, nohohoho! Don't do ihihihit!"
"Oh, but I haven't done much! Is it really that ticklish for you?" - the Radio Demon asked mockingly, continuing to scratch Angel's stomach. By the way, the touches were quite light. For now.
"Hehehe! Thihihis....Ahahahah! Stohohop it!" The Overlord ignored his words, bringing his other hand to the spider's side and starting to squeeze it quickly. The hand on his stomach continued to slowly poke and scratch. This dual sensation made the actor laugh loudly, shaking his head from side to side.
"You will never be fully dressed without a smile, my friend." - the radio host teased
"Mf...Ahahahahaha! Fuhuhuck off! Ouch! Nohohot there!" - Angel screamed, trying to fight off the restraining tentacles.
"What terrible manners! Ah, I can't leave it like that."
For a second, the cannibal's hands left his torso...But only to drill into his thighs. The claws pinched, scratched, and poked in a random pattern. Angel let out a loud squeak, his laughter rose an octave, and his eyes squeezed shut.
"ALAHAHASTOHOHOR!!!" - the porn actor shouted in laughter.
"Yes, my effeminate friend?" - the Overlord asked mockingly, making an innocent face.
"STOHOHOHOP!"
But despite his pleas, the Radio Demon didn't stop. He was a sadist, after all.
"By the way, you know, I'm an excellent pianist," - the deer said with a mysterious smile, tilting its head.
"Whahahat? AHAHAH!" - Angel exclaimed in surprise, laughing. What was the Radio Demon getting at? Instead of an answer, Alastor's fingers dug into the actor's ribs, massaging the space between them as if playing the piano. Oh, if Angel had been in control before, he was now completely out of control. Those relentless fingers dug into his ribs, varying the pressure and sending a whole new hell through his nerves. "PLEHEHEASE! NOHOHO! OAHAHAHAHAH! I... I CAHAHAN'T! AHAHA!" - Angel shouted through his laughter. Tears of amusement began to gather in the corners of his eyes, his face was flushed, his body was struggling in an attempt to escape from this torture. Although, to tell the truth, all this tickling didn't bring too much discomfort. On the contrary, it wasn't much...Is it pleasant? Angel couldn't even remember laughing so heartily.
"Your laughter is music to my ears. Maybe I should broadcast your screams? Oh, this is going to be such a good topic for my broadcast!" - Alastor murmured with a satisfied grin. This threat made the spider blush so much that his face looked like a ripe tomato. It didn't help that Alastor was completely unperturbed. Worse, he decided to torment his "abuser" to the fullest. Poor Angel literally screamed when he felt the tentacles scratching his knees from behind. They traced intricate patterns, tickling the poor man endlessly. Angel no longer begged for mercy; he simply laughed helplessly. Finally, Alastor pulled away and looked at the unfortunate man with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Ugh... A-are you done?... T-thank you." Angel began to thank him, but the radio host interrupted him.
"It's too early to thank me. Well, well, well, I have a theory. You have two pairs of arms. I suppose, for the sake of fairness, your armpits should be ticklish?" - Alastor asked in a mock-pensive tone, tapping his chin with his finger.
"W-wait! A-Alastor, don't! I... I'm sorry!" - the spider spoke nervously, hoping to soften the radio host's heart.
"I don't know the word 'mercy.' You're facing a powerful and cruel overlord, mon cher. So your fate is to endure your punishment." With that, Alastor ran a finger across the actor's exposed armpit, eliciting a delightful gasp. It wasn't exactly the way he usually tortured his victims, but... he couldn't simply rip out the actor's organs, could he? After all, the cold and cruel radio demon had developed a slight attachment to the hotel's residents. Just a little bit.
Angel's hysterics brought he out of his thoughts.
"Is this a particularly bad place? What a delightful weakness." - The Overlord cooed, moving his fingers under the porn actor's hands. Soon, his shadow joined him, torturing the second pair. The touch of this eerie shadow was surprisingly light, like feathers. However, its master was more rough, scratching and pinching the vulnerable spot. It tickled them to the point of madness. Angel threw his head back and laughed wildly, incoherently begging Alastor to stop.
"AHAHAHAHAHA! PLEAHAHA! HAH!" Alastor stepped away from the poor demon and calmly examined his cane. The spider's chest was heaving as it desperately gulped down precious oxygen.
"I don't think you'll be surprised to learn that I'm a cannibal. And I see such a tasty morsel before me, my friend..." His voice became slightly menacing, and his eyes darted towards the radios for a moment. Angel's heart sank as fear began to consume him. Was the radio demon joking? The actor calmed down a little when he saw the mischievous look in the master's eyes, but his body remained tense.
"What do you mean, Smiles? You're not going to...uh...eat me, are you? Or whatever it is that cannibals do..." - the spider asked with a gasp.
"Don't worry, your blood won't be spilled today. So, I was planning to snack on your ribs..."
Alastor wrapped his arms around Angel's waist and began nibbling on his ribs, teasing the delicate skin beneath the fur. The spider squealed so loudly that it could have woken up the entire hotel. The sensations were definitely driving him crazy. After a few moments, his giggles turned into desperate laughter.
That's when the overlord decided that enough was enough. The tentacles unceremoniously lowered him to the floor, and Angel immediately curled up into a ball.
"I hope you understand now that you can't get away with messing with me," - Alastor muttered, straightening his bow tie as if nothing had happened.
"You...Y-you...sadist!" - the actor breathed out, but there was a silly smile on his face
"Cruelty and sadism are part of my existence, my effeminate friend." - Alastor grinned, flicking his fingers to make a glass of water appear next to Angel.
"Fuck...You're really a strawberry pimp!" - the spider chuckled with a slight tease, sipping his water
"Angel." - said the radio host in a warning tone
"All right, I get it, I get it. I'll probably go to my room. Good night, if you sleep at all" - muttered Angel as he left the living room.
His depressed mood improved significantly after this confrontation. He also realized an important thing. It was better not to flirt with the Radio Demon.