Hell Frozen Night (cont.)

-6-

"I was scared you'd leave... because of the snow being gone."

Alastor eyes lit up a little in surprise, but smiled softly, moving away a few tufts to kiss Angel's forehead. He shook his head.

"I'll never leave you."

That was all Angel wanted to hear, as he pressed his forehead against the deer's. This whole time, he had been anxious. The blend of bliss and constant fear was a strange one, the unease never quite revealing itself fully.

One last hesitation.

"So does this mean we're..."

Alastor cut him off with a brief kiss on his lips, letting that speak for itself.

Angel's cheeks brightening at the close affection, he gave a mix of a squeal and giggle, leaning down to tuck his head under the sender's neck. He felt comfortable and didn't feel any ill intentions. Under that joyful, scary guise was someone pure hearted, with very real needs. He didn't feel the need to act differently; a wild twist from what he felt he had to do before the shut-in.

Ruffling Angel's hair, Alastor kissed downwards, spotting the very satisfying blush on his cheeks. One brief kiss on the lips, and Angel seemed to just get redder and redder. Having a little too much fun, he repeated this as long as he'd be let, knowing there'd be retaliation eventually...

...but he didn't expect them on his ears. Feeling a weird twitching sensation, he shivered, bowing his head as teeth experimented above. His hands grabbed on slightly harder, and he unconsciously wiggled the fluffy extensions overhead...

"That..."

Feeling the nibbling stop, he looked up to see Angel having the very definition of 'squee' on his face.

"...is so CUTE!"

Alastor shook his head defiantly with a scoff. The Radio Demon is cute? Not the first time he'd heard that take, and he had shown every demon otherwise, but here Angel was, squeezing him even more.

"It takes... cute to know cute. Right?" Alastor spoke murmured.

"If you say so."

Slowing down, expecting to see a flustered deer, he was met eye to eye with him.

He was smiling. Leaning up, raising his hands to Angel's face, he ran his fingers down his cheeks delicately.

Angel's playful, giggly mood was replaced by awe. His heart was threatening to jump out, and he felt the need to react; but he stayed still. It was discomfort, yet relaxing. It was new, and that by nature scared him. Potentially dangerous, he trembled, but knew that it wouldn't hurt him.

Alastor wouldn't. Feeling very much the same, the diamond in his hands so bright, and flawless, he was careful. He didn't want to risk shattering it. Valuable and invaluable, he looked closer. Leveling, he wanted to feel even more. Leaning in slow, Angel didn't resist.

A sigh like a breath of relief, Angel reached up to hold the front of Alastor's hands, holding them in place. He loved being so close like this. Despite so many others mimicking the same actions in the past, it could not compare. It would be an insult to; this wasn't about his body. It was about his heart.

The warmth was almost painful. How could this happen? Why was this happening?

Did he even deserve this?

Kissing back in this slow dance, he felt tears. Fearing this would scare his partner, he barely pulled away, wiping his eyes. Just as he expected, those thoughtful eyes turned worriedly.

"Cher? Is something wrong...?"

"No way. I'm just... so happy..."

Holding on tightly, he continued to fear. Realizing this wouldn't end, it terrified him. It scared him more than anything else now. Shaking his head, he looked up to kiss him again.

All this pain would be worth it.

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Author's note:

No lemon yet. I'm sorry if the quality has degraded. I'm currently heartbroken. I fucked up my relationship, and I'm continuing to beat myself up about it.

Not the right way to go about it probably, but I don't even care. It's just so fucked, and it is all my fault.

Anyways. Hope to update soon again. Love you all.