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From the moment that Angel saw the deer he knew that he wanted him. At first it was merely attraction - after all, tall, dark, and handsome summed up Alastor pretty well. Then it became more of a challenge - it wasn't often that his advances were rejected, and even rarer that it happened a second time.
He was hot and he knew it, damnit, how could anyone not see that?
He'd tried asking Husk what to do at first, but the cat demon had scoffed at him before going back to his drink mixing, rolling his eyes a little. "Come on, Husky!" Angel whined, propping his chin on his dominant hands, the secondary on his hips. "Give me at least a little hint! I can't seem to get him to crack!"
"Yer not gonna, kid." Husk replied, raising one eyebrow at him. "I ain't never seen Al take them kinda things well. Yer lucky he hasn' killed ya yet."
Angel pouted, though there was a faint smile on his lips. "Oh come on, Al wouldn't hurt me. He likes me too much for that!"
This made Husk snort and then laugh. "That's what ya call that, eh? You keep dreamin' kid. Keeps me entertained, at least."
Huffing an overdramatic sigh, Angel turned, squeaking in surprise as he nearly ran head first into Alastor, who had apparently been standing behind him. "OH! Hey Al, how's it goin?" the spider asked, fluffing his hair with a primary hand, attempting to play off his clumsiness as graceful.
The deer blinked at him, smile never wavering, and then spoke. This, however, didn't do anything for him. "Tu sais, je t'aime, Angel." (You know, I do like you, Angel.)
It was Angel's turn to blink widely at the other, and he raised a hand, scratching at his chin. "Well... I got my name out of that. That French? I didn't know ya spoke another language, Al."
"Of course I do, dear boy!" the radio demon suddenly laughed, making Angel jump slightly before laughing himself. "It was quite common in my neck of the woods, as Italian was in yours, no doubt!"
Angel giggled a bit. "Yeah, ya got that right. My gramma wouldn't even speak English."
Alastor nodded. "Yes, something that many did to preserve their culture!" He tapped his cane against the floor before turning his attention away from Angel and to Husk. "Husker, my dear fellow, a drink if you please!"
Sensing that he was being dismissed, Angel couldn't help but pout a little, though he took the hint. Who knew how much the deer had heard, after all, and he didn't want to piss him off. A different time then - it was about his bedtime anyway, and he still needed to feed Fat Nuggets.
As he was walking away, he heard Alastor speak again, though, and raised an eyebrow over his shoulder as it was more French.
"Fais de beaux rêves, mon ange le plus cher." (Sweet dreams, my dearest angel.)
The spider huffed a laugh. "Yeah, feeboo vo rev to you too Al."
He headed up the stairs to the sound of Alastor's rather lovely laugh, a grin on his features - he might not have gotten any leads tonight, but at least he got that laugh - one that sounded genuine instead of the radio host one he'd heard on many occasions.
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This started to become a regular occurrence - Angel would attempt to flirt with Alastor, the deer would simply watch him, and then speak back in that damnable hot language of his. Angel was starting to think that he was simply being made fun of, especially based on the rather mischievous look on Alastor's face when he did it. He knew for a fact that Angel had no damn idea what he was saying, and it was pretty clear that he was enjoying riling him up.
"J'apprécie la longueur de tes jambes dans cette tenue." (I do enjoy how long your legs appear in that outfit) Alastor purred at him at one point, leaving Angel huffing and crossing both sets of his arms.
"Come on now, this is startin' to get annoying." the spider grumped. "I have no idea what yer sayin,' and I know you're totally doin' it just to piss me off!"
Alastor's grin - somehow - widened. "On the contrary my dear. I have no desire to 'piss you off,' as you say. Perhaps it would do you good to learn some of my language."
A snort answered him. "I know two, ain't that enough?"
"More than many, that is true." Alastor agreed, sipping at his cognac. They were sitting at the bar currently, Alastor with paperwork of some sort in front of him, Angel merely watching and making attempts at successful flirting.
Angel rolled his eyes, leaning his head on a hand, the other absently swirling the liquid in his glass. "Making it difficult for me to talk to you though. That's annoying. And I'll bet money that you're making fun of me." He pointed at Alastor, glass in hand. "If I had money. Someone thinks I should be broke all the time." He glanced over towards the office area of the hotel, clearly referring to Vaggie and Charlie not wanting him out working.
"Je ne me moque pas mon ange, exprimant simplement mon admiration pour une si belle créature." (I'm not making fun my angel, just expressing my admiration for such a beautiful creature.) Alastor responded, and Angel couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
"Did you just call me a creature? I know I heard something like that! See, you are making fun of me!" the spider hissed at him, crossing his lower set of arms. "You can't fool me, Al, I might not know your fancy language, but you totally just called me a creature!"
"En effet, je l'ai fait, magnifique. Je me demande si votre fourrure est aussi douce qu'elle en a l'air." (Indeed, I did, a magnificent one. I wonder if your fur is as soft as it looks.) Alastor replied, grin - again - widening slightly. This time he got a blink out of Angel, and a tilt of the head.
"... okay, that time I heard magnifique. I know that word. You..." Confusion shone clearly from Angel's features, and the spider put down his glass. Husk had long since wandered off, knowing that Alastor was coming to an end of this game of his. "You called..."
Any word he might have said got choked off in a surprised noise from deep in his throat as Alastor's clawed hand rose to his cheek, gently petting over the satin-smooth fur there. "Mm, encore plus doux, il semble ... comme de la soie, mon amour." (even softer than it looks... like silk, my love.)
Angel's mismatched eyes flew wide, flicking back and forth between Alastor's hand and his face. "Amore..." he whispered, the Italian equivalent of the word that Alastor had just used. "You... are you serious?!" he shouted, and pushed away at Alastor's hand as the deer laughed at him. "You been sweet-talkin' me this whole time and I had no clue?! I been trying to get you forever!"
"I know, mon ange, I know!" Alastor cackled, rocking a little in his chair. "It's been quite a delightful little game, don't you agree?"
"No!" Angel sputtered, his cheeks burning pink beneath pale fur. "You made me think you was makin' fun of me!"
The deer's grin softened into something a little more natural, though there was still laughter clear in his gaze. "I never said anything of the sort, my dear, you merely drew that conclusion yourself and I did nothing to correct you for some time."
"Yeah, yeah, cause it was a game." Angel replied, grumpiness moving over his features. "Can't believe I even like you, ya jackass." He pointed at Alastor, sneering a little as he did. "I'm going to get you back for this, just you wait. And you're gonna tell me what you been sayin' to me!"
Alastor's laugh was still a wonderful thing to hear, even if Angel finally knew that he was being laughed at. "As you wish, mon ange, perhaps we might retire to my room for such a discussion?"
"Hell yeah, and I'm gonna start comin' up with ways to get back at you. You won't see it comin' Al, I swear!" Angel replied, nearly slamming his glass down on the bar and stalking towards the staircase, upper arms folded and lower planted sassily on his hips.
Alastor's smile was still that genuine one as he rose and headed after the spider, twirling his microphone jauntily as he did. "I shall await such payback with bated breath, darling." he said cheerily as he caught up to Angel, just in time to catch the spider's blush and mutter.
"Gonna start talking to you in Italian, make you wonder what the hell I'm sayin'." Angel mumbled, giving the deer a sideways glance.
"Puoi provare se lo desideri, amore mio." (You can try if you wish, my love.)
"NO. YOU DON'T GET TO SPEAK ITALIAN TOO. THAT AIN'T FAIR. AL YOU QUIT YOUR GRINNIN' OR I SWEAR I'M GONNA PUNCH YOU!"