Love isn't A Crime- Alastor x Angel Dust/Hazbin Hotel

Heat of The Moment

Alastor was having a late-night, he was drinking and reading The Great Gatsby. His face was a flushed bright red as the alcohol was getting to him. His eyelids were heavy, before dozing off he saw Angelo's hate hanging on the coat hanger. He chuckled a bit and smiled softly and started to sleep.

*Dream time*

Alastor was walking through the dark of the night, only lit by street lights. The story of the serial killer just started to pick up, and Alastor has not been phased. The man smiled his way while he saw drunk men, late-night owls hanging around, and the occasional drug dealer. He was searching for someone to "work" on to waste this boring night he was having. Suddenly, as Alastor rounded the corner he saw someone step out of a sleek black car, the person looked happy enough to be vulnerable.

They were thin, hair styled to the side, a feminine outfit to top it all off. Alastor thought this "woman" was perfect. He tailed them for a while as they walked at a steady pace. Alastor walked and waited for them to go into a place where the lights did not touch them. A gust of heavy wind blows through the streets blows off the person's wide hat. The hat flies right to Alastors feet, he swiftly picks it up and looks up to see the person. Alastor's eyes widened and a light pink blush spread across his face. The person he originally thought was a woman was actually a guy who was staring at him.

"Can I have my hat?" The guy smiled at him.

"Oh! Yes of course. That was quite a blow.¨ Alastor laughs nervously.

¨Hehe, that's was she said.¨ The guy smirks.

Alastor just stares blankly at the man chuckling, he face was filled with a blush as he reacted to erotic joke.

"The names Angelo~. Thanks for the catchin my hat," He takes the hat.

"Pleasure to meet you, I go by Alastor. Do not worry about the hat, I wouldn't want you running after it." The smiling man pinched his coat.

A warm feeling filled the space between them, Alastor was confused and frightened of why he was acting like this. The way Angelo smirked down onto him made his palms sweaty. Alastor swallowed hard and averted his eyes away from the man who was inching slightly closer.

"Well, very nice meeting you, I should be on my way. It getting relatively late." Alastor said passing Angelo.

"Hey! Wait a minute! It's not that late, wanna get a drink with me, hot stuff? It'll be on me, it would be nice to thank you properly." Angelo winked.

Alastor was slightly confused because all he did for this man was get his hat. Then Alastors eyes locked with Angelo's, the taller man's eyes were pleading he would say yes. Alastor simply smiled at the man, and let out a soft sigh.

"It wouldn't hurt to have one night out. I will accompany you to drinks, dear." Alastor turned around.

Angelo just smiled like a child on Christmas morning, meanwhile, Alastor's smile was more like a person trying to smile away their nerves. The two gentlemen walked down the music-filled streets, street players blessed the sidewalks. Alastor just studied Angelo as he gave every single street performers a small sum of money. They made their way into an elegant bar, the outdoor lights shined right onto Angelo's smiling face, Alastor looked and a slight red blush appeared on his face. He was so furious with these feelings, he has never felt like this before, it angered him that this stranger was making him glow bright red. Angelo averted his eyes to Alastor covering his face subtly.

"Red fits you, let's go in." Angelo giggled.

Alastor was shocked by the comment when he figured out Angelo was talking about his cheeks.

"Lets," Alastor said walking in.

The two sat a long bar, filled with people, complaining or just talking nonsense. Soft jazz played on the stage and some cliche couple danced slowly with no rhythm and no guidance, just love. Alastor just ordered drinks as Angelo admired the smiling man.

"So Angelo, where do you come from?" Alastor starts conservation.

"New York, the place is a dump. The family and I moved here, I moved out of the house about a year ago. I assume ya live here, you got that persona to ya." Angelo said taking sips of his drink.

"I do indeed reside here, it's pleasant." Alastor smiled softly.

The two talked the rest of the night, drinks and drinks came like they were endless. They both seemed to not be able to hold their liquor, Angelo was holding up better than Alastor. They decided that it was enough and stumbled out of the bar.  The two walked and Alastor mumbled to Angelo about going to his house, they agreed and was walked there. When they arrived Alastor grabbed Angelo and dragged him to his room. Something unknown was taking over Alastor, he couldn't control his actions. He knew one thing, he wanted Angelo, this whole night he wanted him, since the moment he saw those big tired eyes. They landed on the bed and Angelo submitted to Alastor immediately, the two were clicking like they were puzzle pieces. Angelo knew what he was doing and Alastor was skilled as well. They shared a long and passionate kiss, filled with sounds made from mostly Angelo. That's when clothes started to come off... (I'll let you guys decide what happens between the lovers)

"Erm, what in the world happened?" Alastor groaned.

Sun streaming through the curtains, the silence comforted Alastor's headache.

"Ya got a nice house, handsome."

Alastor looked down and saw Angelo smirking back at him. Alastor's smile showed panic but was ruled out by the headache.

"What regrettable deeds did we do last night, dear?" Alastor questions holding his head.

"Nothin regrettable, I'd say. You're really vocal~" Angelo comments.

Alastor just stares at Angelo, he thinks 'we didn't', but he knew deep down that they did. Alastor knew they did because his memory was coming back every minute that passed. He calmed down and put his hand on Angelo's head, he did not regret what he did. He was happy he did it with this beauty laying next to him.

"You may stop by whenever if you would like, Angelo," Alastor admits.

"Awe! I would love to see you again, Al." Angelo translates Alastor's attempts.

Alastor smiles softly and knew he was doing something right at this very moment.

*END OF DREAM LOVELIES*

'"Al? Hon? You awake? You fell asleep on the couch."

Alastor's eyes flutter open and is faced with a soft-looking Angelo as sun pears onto his face.  Alastor pulls Angelo into a warm hug, Angelo's head rests on Alastor's shoulder.

"Al, is everythin okay?" Angelo says with tones of concern.

"Everything is quite perfect, love." Alastor hugs Angelo tightly.

Angelo hugs him back and rubs against his hair.

"I'm so glad I met you, darling," Alastor says with pure love in his voice.

"So am I, weirdo." Angelo giggles.

The two embrace each other and sit in silence for a while only to interrupted by a hard knock on the door. The two look over to the door and look puzzled.

"Were we expecting someone?" Alastor questions.

"I don't think so," Angelo replies.

There was another knock, followed by a slightly muffled hum of a tune. The air got thicker, a bad feeling was in Angelo and Alastor.

"Are you home, my dear friend?"

"Vox?"

Stay tuned...

(CLIFF HANGER, BOOP)