Alastor’s Normal as Fuck Right Now
Chapter 1: Something’s Definitely Going On With The Radio Demon
"If Angel didn’t know any better, he’d say Alastor looks even more unhinged than normal right now. Which is stupid, obviously, because Alastor has ‘never felt better’, as he likes to keep reminding them all, despite nearly dying to Adam’s holy bullshit just a few weeks ago. There’s just… something manically heightened in his eyes. Something weird in what Angel thinks is the lightest sheen of sweat on his brow, the tiny tightening of his lips as he grins that eerie grin, the way he doesn’t quite make eye-contact anymore. It’s the way his voice crackles with static, and the whine of it doesn’t totally disappear when he’s silent. Maybe it’s just his hard won expertise in reading the tiny changes of the body language of powerful, dangerous overlords for survival; but something’s definitely going on with the Radio Demon." Or, Alastor gets drugged with an extremely powerful fuck-or-be-stuck-horny-forever love potion and reluctantly turns to Angel for help. Or, Blake Roman said he shipped Radiodust and I took that personally.
Chapter 2: Stop Fucking Talking And Do That Thing With Your Tongue Again
Angel drops the backpack and opens his mouth to bitch some more but Alastor’s suddenly all up in his space, their noses almost brushing and Angel’s whole view filled with nothing but Alastor’s sweaty, maniacal face. One of Alastor’s hands curls into the front of Angel’s crop top, the other gripping his upper arm. “Stop fucking talking, and do that thing with your tongue again,” Alastor snaps. Oh. Okay. Yeah. Boner’s back, baby, and stronger than ever. Angel doesn’t dare to grab at Alastor just yet, but he immediately closes the gap between them, mouth open. Alastor stands stock still but Angel doesn’t miss the way the static noises pitch up and he stops breathing again. It’s one of the worst kisses Angel’s ever been involved in, technically, because Alastor just keeps fucking standing there with his stupid mouth open against Angel’s own, but it’s so fucking hot because it’s Alastor and he can feel how Alastor’s started almost vibrating with tension, his grip on Angel’s top and arm tightening. He’s so fucking wound up and so clearly holding himself back, and Angel wants to fucking break him.
