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Music filled the otherwise quiet room. Adam's fingers picked lazily at his acoustic guitar to the lively jazz that Alastor has been playing through the small old-timey radio perched up on his dresser. Adam felt comfortable in the foreign room. Where his room was decorated in band posters and video games, Alastor's was much more… Plain? He guessed that would be the right word for it. It seemed cold and ordinary in the strangest ways. Considering Alastor had such a strong personality hidden under all that doom and gloom he wore.
Adam leaned back against one of the bed posts at the end of the bed, Alastor was sat up at the head of the bed, nose buried in a book. He was really happy they could just sit around and relax with each other. Seeing Alastor so content made Adam break into a smile. Even when Adam reached out from time to time to run his fingers over incredibly smooth hoofs, Alastor didn't seem to mind. Adam felt the hoof pushed back into the hand as if to ask for more attention.
Adam would be feeling even more relaxed if it wasn't for that strange red thing in the corner of the room, hiding behind Alastor's dresser. It almost seemed to stare right past him, as if its beady little eyes refused to focus on what was in the foreground. It wore a strange little monocle and had the biggest cheshire cat grin Adam had ever seen filled with razor sharp yellow teeth.
He gently laid his guitar on the ground near his feet, reaching over again to grab at Alastor's hoof, rubbing up over the ankle into the dark gray fur. “Alastor, babe,” he tested the nickname lightly as he tore his eyes away from the nightmare fuel and to the deer in the bed.
“Babe now, is it?” Alastor hummed as he looked up from his book, marking the page he was on and closing it so Adam could have his full attention. “What do you need, honeysuckle?” Alastor teased, arching his eyebrow.
“What is… that thing over there?” Adam pointed at the animal as it began to visually quiver.
Alastor hummed in response, gently pulling his leg out of his grasp. He walked over to the dresser, leaning down to pluck the thing from its hiding spot. The way Alastor held it, right up under its front legs made the animal look so long. So long, in fact, that its little neck disappeared. His red to black ears stood at attention and waited. Were those… deer antlers too?? Did Alastor put antlers on another animal to feel less alone? He could see Alastor putting those little antlers on sorts of animals, dogs, ducks, fish. That idea alone made Adam smirk, he leaned into his hand to hide it away.
“It's a cat, so I've been told.” Alastor held the thing out, kind of inspecting it like this was the first time seeing the creature too. “Emily came by the other day with it and said it had crawled right out of a small pit, burning with hellfire and brimstone.” A small chuckle escaped those ever frowning lips. “She said it kind of looked like me so I should have it. Ever the imagination with that one. Wouldn't you say so, Adam?” Alastor plopped the shaking monster right next to Adam on the bed, turning his back to him to rummage through a draw in his dresser.
“I mean… I guess I can kind of see it?” Adam said slowly, his gaze fixed on the parody of a cat.“It's got the antlers and the whole color gradient thing going on. But I could never imagine you smiling like that.” He couldn’t help the unease as he leaned a bit closer to the thing to get a better look at it.
It did look soft…
Alastor's ears were soft…
“Oh, please, do comment on more of my insecurities while you're at it,” Alastor huffed while taking a pair of pajamas with him to the bathroom to change.
“Fuck,” Adam cursed under his breath, He remeber having that talk with Alastor before, thought he still doesn’tunderstand the point of it. Alastor is beautiful, handsome. It didn't matter! He was perfect the way he was. “I'm sorry, Al, I was just saying I could see where Em was coming from. You know, from an outsider's perspective?”
His eyes moved to the bathroom door unable to really hear a response or anything from where he sat. Great, shoving his big foot in his mouth again ment he was probably not going to be staying for late night cuddles. Adam pressed his lips together pouting as he looked at the ‘cat’ again.
“Alastor!” Adam called out probing for a response.
“Yes, my angel?” Alastor responded this time, but his voice lacked its usual static.
“Is the… ‘Cat’ friendly?” He asked, watching as it quivered harder,like an autumn leaf shaking when a gust of wind hits it..
“You just saw me holding it. And Emily brought it to me by hand. Use your brain for once, sweetheart.” There was a pause. “It doesn't bite like I do,” came the flirtatious response.
Oh. Maybe there will be cuddles tonight after all!
Hesitatingly, Adam reached out and started to stroke the fur of the ‘cat’. The petting made it still. It looked at him, tilting its head in that curious way Alastor did sometimes. Maybe it was kinda cute. Adam moved his hand to scratch at the kitties chin.
Wrong move.
The ‘cat’ was lighting fast. It had flipped onto its back, its teeth sinking deep into Adam's fingers. Its front claws anchored themselves into the flesh of his forearm while the back legs kicked and scratched at his elbow.
“Ow! Fuck! You lair!” Adam couldn't help but scream trying desperately to get the hellborn monster off his arm.
He could hear Alastor chuckling from the bathroom door frame, he was just watching. That jerk!
“Alastor, c'mon man. Please!” Adam was desperate, the ‘cat’ was biting hard enough to draw up golden bits of blood that only made the thing go even more crazy.
Adam looked up at Alastor begging for mercy. “I'm so sorry, Al. I didn't mean to make you feel insecure! Please! I'll do anything, just help me!” Adam whined, with every push he gave to the ‘cat’, the harder it latched onto him.
“Oh! Really? Anything?” Alastor asked in such a way Adam knew he was definitely in trouble.
“Yes, yes! Anything!” He was on the verge of tears, he just wanted to pet something soft and get this monster-cat off his arm already.
“Very well! Since you begged so nicely.” Alastor crossed the room in a few steps, plucking that Demon up and gently discarded it to the floor. It took no time for it to scurry under the bed. Its quivering had stopped and just the sound of upbeat jazz played again.
Adam huffed as the wounds began to heal over, leaving behind small morsels of gold blood leaking down his arm. “You said it didn't bite.” Adam again pouted looking away. He'd been too distracted by the ‘cat’ to really notice Alastor.
Who, by this point, joined him in the bed pulling his bloody arm to his mouth, gently licking away the blood, leaving nothing behind but saliva in his wake. Adam turned his head, a gold blush creeping up under his skin as he now fully took in the view before him.
Alastor sat next to him, one hoof tucked up under him as the other dangled lazily off the side of the bed. He only wore one of Adam's oversized band T-shirts that he had got him once while he was at a concert. It looked really nice on his slender frame. Adam loved the moments when those icy blue eyes peaked up at him, he could lose himself in the wake of that gaze. Adam found everything Alastor seemed to hate about himself alluring. The way his antlers sprouted from his head like small branches. Those lips cursed into a frown were softer than the clouds they lived in. Not to mention the way Alastor's halo encased all of his features with the most vibrant crimson.
Adam was yanked out of his thoughts as Alastor pulled him further into the bed laying down, his face in Adam's chest, their legs intertwining. Adam's fingers ran across one of Alastor's ears, the pile of fur was short but it was so unbelievably soft.
“I believe I said it doesn't bite like I do,” came a mumbled and tired reply. Adam smiled as the lights in the room flickered off and the music lulled into something more smooth and classic.
At least he got to pet something soft.