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Life’s charming little ups and downs… the endless compromising, the insufferable social niceties, and the weak-willed consensus of taking the good with the bad and saying ‘that’s life’ or ‘it is what it is’…all of this Alastor expected when he rejoined society. He just forgot how irritating it could be.
Adjusting to life at the hotel - which housed so many more personalities than Alastor was used to - had been going just fine. More so for Husk and Niffty, but Alastor was…enduring. And he didn’t hate everyone.
The snake, though an imbecile, had proven his value as the perfect lab rat for Charlie. And Vaggie was acceptable. Though sometimes too much of a do-gooder for Alastor’s liking, he appreciated her cynicism.
And then there was Angel Dust, the radio demon’s least favorite resident. By far. The flamboyant pink spider was free-loading, low intelligence, needlessly crass, and perpetually desperate for attention. Alastor saw through him from the start. Angel Dust had no interest in absolution or redemption, and he was wasting everyone’s time being there.
Yet, it went a little deeper than that; for you see, Angel Dust had also taken special interest in his Husker. It was instantaneous; the twinkles in the spider’s many eyes upon first sight of his kitty-cat. Angel wasn’t afraid to show it, either; being very heavy handed with the flirting and advances, and not caring who was around to hear.
Thankfully, his sensible, reliable Husker was always quick to shut the whorish spider down, and hold firm his disinterest.
That was until recently, when-
Well, Alastor didn’t quite know what had happened, to so drastically change their dynamic… and the way they looked at each other.
Regardless, it wasn’t acceptable, and Alastor’s patience was running out.
And yet-
No… Alastor fucking owned him! That romance shit - that was all before their fated card game. Before their relationship became all business, and nothing personal. Back when they still had mutual respect…and perhaps, something more.
But whatever it was was long gone. Husk had certainly made that clear; his attitude permanently changing and his zest for life, all but lost. And that glimmer in his dark, dreamy eyes, that’d never failed to make Alastor weak in the knees; that too disappeared…
Or so Alastor thought.
Because earlier that evening, when Husker was serving the spider a stupid pink cocktail with fancy fruit garnishing, that lustrous glimmer returned; only it wasn’t for him.
Oh, how that made his blood boil…
As did eavesdropping on their subsequent conversation; catching up and commiserating over the foulness of their owners. Alastor waited in the shadows, silently seething as he wondered what on earth Husker saw in the spider, to make him open up like this…after all of these years, the decades of numbness…
Before parting ways for the night the two shared their first kiss; sweet, chaste, and yet steamy - longing. Alastor was forced to remember how it used to feel when Husker kissed him that way; and the nostalgia was jarring. And grounding. And infuriating.
It was then that Alastor decided to intervene. And he knew just how.
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It wasn’t the first time the radio demon had required his cat’s services in the bedroom. It also wasn’t often, because since the fire between them had gone out, the sex just wasn’t the same. Only in bouts of intense lust or blood-lust did Alastor call upon Husk for assistance.
“So, how we doing this, boss? Am I giving it or taking it?” Husk asked, sighing in a way that was far too pronounced and weary for Alastor’s liking.
Of course, Alastor’s answer was (and always had been) highly indicative of his state of mind - and this time, Husk didn’t know what was more ominous; Alastor’s response, or the way he said it...