Like A Drug (Radiodust Oneshots)

Dark Side of the Moon

Angel sat quietly under the dark moon. Rumours spread around Hell that the dark side of the moon faced Hell, and the bright side of the moon faced Heaven. Angel thought the dark side of the moon was mysterious, but he thought in his relationship, Alastor was the dark side, he was the not-so-bright side.

"Hello," someone said. That someone sat right next to Angel, practically in his lap, and held one of his hands, intertwining his fingers. Angel sighed, and leaned into Alastor's side. He inhaled, smelling his scent, the scent he would fall asleep to every day.

"Are you alright?" Angel said, burying his face in Alastor's beautiful neck. Alastor stretched his arm over Angel's upper shoulders.

"I am now," Alastor said. "You looked like you were thinking."

Angel nodded, and pointed to the moon. "They say the dark side faces Hell," he said. "I was wondering if it was real. And you."

Alastor kissed his furry 'hair'. "What about me?" he asked.

"Our relationship," Angel said. "Who would be the dark side of the moon, and who would be the bright side?"

Alastor seemed to be thinking about it. "I think you'd be the bright side of the moon," he said, and with strength Angel had no idea he had, he pulled his lover onto his lap, wrapping him in a hug. "I'd probably be the dark."

"I think I'd be halfway between the dark side and the bright side," Angel said. "Because I can be awful."

Alastor pushed him upwards, and Angel thought for a moment he was in trouble, only to see Alastor's expression was concerned. "Are you feeling okay, my Angel?" he asked.

Angel leaned back down into his chest, and Alastor hugged back, comforting him. "I just haven't been feeling great lately," Angel admitted, burying his face in Alastor's chest. "I don't know why."

"I know that might make you feel better," Alastor said, and Angel gasped as Alastor squeezed his knob. "Do you want to feel better?"

Angel moaned as Alastor gave it another squeeze. "Yes," he said, licking Alastor's neck.