Ariels POV

After Vox left, Alastor physically collapsed onto the couch. I was staring down at him, face down in the couch wearing flannel pajamas.

I knelt beside the couch, running my fingers through his hair and smoothing it out. It was caked with dried blood and sweat.

He groaned into the couch cushion and I chuckled.

"Are you ok?" I asked him, amused.

He fixed himself to where he was facing me, his lips formed into a soft pout, "no."

I pouted back, reaching forward and pushing the fallen hair away from his cheek. He closed his eyes and sighed.

He really needs a bath. Some relaxing hot water will be perfect for him right now.

"Come on..." I grabbed his arm, tugging at him, "let's go get you a bath...come on," I tugged again and he groaned.

"But I don't wanna..." he whined like a child, and I lowered my eyelids at him.

"Alastor, you have blood, oil, and sweat caked into your hair, and it will feel good against your muscles..." his body healed itself just fine, which is why he wasn't scratched up, but I can tell he's sore.

Reluctantly he sat up, wincing slightly. He held up his tough attitude pretty well when Vox was here, but as soon as the elevator door shut he was down for the count.

I grabbed his hand and lead him to the bathroom. The large marble bathtub was huge, and plenty big enough to fit him.

I knelt down and ran the water, making sure it was nice and hot, before adding some bath salts I bought. They should help, as well.

He was sitting on the closed toilet with his head laid back against the cabinet and I chuckled softly, going over to him.

"Let's get these off, hm?" I said softly, unbuttoning his nightshirt. He took care of me today, so now it's my turn to take care of him.

His eyes opened just barely, and a tiny smile formed on his once relaxed face. I got the last button undone and he shrugged the soft flannel off, letting me take it from him.

Next he stood up and dropped his pants and boxers, stepping out of them lazily. He kicked them to the side, and I let out a short laugh, tossing his shirt into the small pile of clothes.

I reached up, smiling softly at him. I used my fingers to push his hair back, smoothing his ears down as well before gently rubbing them. Then I trailed my fingers down his neck and to his shoulders.

Then down his chest, over his scars. After I gave them a little love I pulled him into a hug. He gets a little extra lovin' tonight.

I pulled away, and he had a cute blush dusted across his face, then his eyes widened and he jolted forward when I smacked him on the butt.

"Ok, get in," I pointed to the water and he glared at me, causing me to giggle. He settled into the water and I saw him visibly relax. His ears lowered and he moaned softly.

I held my hand out in front of me and summoned a small stool to sit on. I'd been getting better with my magic, and summoning things was easy for me now.

I've moved on to healing and spells, but those are proving to be...difficult.

Dragging the stool behind the tub where Alastor was resting his head, I sat down and waved my hand, forming a cup.

He's getting babied whether he likes it or not.

I dipped the cup into the water and started humming quietly. I made him lean his head back and poured the water over his hair, avoiding his ears. He sighed and slowly opened his eyes, looking up at me.

I gave him a quick kiss to the forehead.

"You're just like mother..." he said softly, adoration gleaming in his eyes. I felt myself blush, shaking my head as a smile tugged at my lips.

After his hair was completely wet, I grabbed his shampoo. He really likes this scent that's just called "ocean" and I don't know how to describe it. It smells like...fresh air, almost. It's refreshing.

After lathering some between my palms I raked my fingers through his hair. I wanted to make sure I got all the gross shit he'd accumulated out.

He winced as my finger caught on a particularly nasty clump of dried blood.

"Sorry..." I mumbled, massaging the knotted hair until the blood softened. I combed it out with my fingers and then washed his hair out. The water turned a light pink and I made a grossed out face.

Now that his hair was clean, I'm going to shampoo it again, but this time it'll be enjoyable.

I once again warmed some soap in my palms, then slowly buried my fingers into his wet hair. I massaged his scalp, being gentle with my claws. I worked around his ears, then massaged them as well.

A deep rumble started in his chest, and his body relaxed even further. After doing that for a few minutes, I rinsed the soap out once again.

He sighed contently, his purr radiating softly through the bathroom. I took the conditioner in the same scent and began raking it through the ends of his hair. That can sit for a minute.

I placed my hands on his shoulders and started gently kneading them. His eyes crinkled as he shut them tightly and a moan left his throat through his clenched teeth.

I'm not sure what that means...but he didn't stop me, so...?

I kept rubbing, slowly working my thumbs into the knotted up areas on his neck and shoulders. He leaned his head back again and looked up at me with a little smile.

I kissed his nose.

He chuckled and I hugged him from behind, placing soft kisses on his cheek and temple. I didn't care that his hair was getting my shirt a little bit wet.

"Do you feel better...?" I muttered against his skin, and he leaned into me slightly, brushing his nose against my cheek.

"I do...you've made me tired, love," he chuckled and I scoffed.

"You were already tired," I responded and he hummed.

"No, I was physically exhausted, there is a difference," he quipped and I rolled my eyes.

I rinsed the conditioner from his hair and instructed him to get out of the water. Once he was out, I unplugged the drain and watched about 3 gallons of blood sink away.

I once again smacked him on the butt and he stumbled forward, his body jolting upright. He snatched a towel off the wall and quickly wrapped it around his waist.

"Would you quit that!" He hissed, and I was cackling.

"But you have such a cute butt!" I whined playfully. His cheeks lit up and his eyes flickered to radio dials.

A threatening static bounced around the bathroom, causing the hair on my neck to stand up.

I kissed him on the cheek and the static in the air immediately died, his eyes returning to normal as his ears lowered slightly. He had an annoyed expression on his face, but a small smile tugged at his lips as he met my eyes.

I turned to head out to our bedroom, "come on out to bed when you're ready," I called over my shoulder and he hummed in response.

With that I shut the door and let him finish up in the bathroom.

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The chapter ends there for those who dislike smut.

Alastor's getting some special bedtime treatment for his services.

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I snuggled into the bed and waited for Alastor to exit the bathroom. He likes to groom himself, which is not surprising considering the type of man he is.

Finally, the door opened and the light clicked off as he stepped out into the bedroom.

He sighed and made his way over to the bed, flopping down onto his back and causing me to bounce slightly. He hadn't bothered to put his pajamas back on, and opted for his plain black boxers instead.

Luckily for him I had pulled the covers back, so all I had to do was throw them over his body that he had so gracefully placed on the bed.

He snuggled into his pillow and put one arm over his head. That must be a universal male sleeping position.

I had other plans, though.

I planned on rewarding him for what he did today. He not only saved me, but he also allowed me to take compassion on our enemy.

His eyes were closed, but I knew he wasn't asleep. I reached over and trailed the tip of my claw between the muscles on his stomach.

A soft red glow emitted from his eye as he peeked one open to look over at me.

I laid my hand flat on his stomach, his skin feeling warm and soft from his bath. I slowly ran my hand up and down his abs and up his chest before I positioned myself halfway on top of him.

I hooked one of my legs over one of his, pressing my chest against his lower chest.

Both of his eyes were open now as he watched me silently get into my new position.

His smile widened and I watched as a red blush spread across his cheeks. I lightly trailed my fingers down his abdomen and towards the hem of his boxers.

Wordlessly I went lower, feeling his partially hardened dick through the fabric. He got harder the longer I massaged him, and I had positioned myself so specifically because I wanted to see his face.

His eyelids were lowered, and he had a relaxed grin on his face. He was looking directly into my eyes, and his eyes rolled slightly when I massaged him a bit harder.

"You're so beautiful..." he said softly, and I blushed, feeling the heat rush to my cheeks from his sudden compliment. I only smiled and gently spread the slit in his underwear.

His cock sprung from the opening and I immediately wrapped my hand around it. I squeezed, seeing if I could get my fingers to touch, but it wasn't happening.

He grunted and his grip on my waist tightened a bit.

I began moving my hand up and down his shaft, slowly at first. He laid back against the pillows, letting his eyes shut. I used my other hand to rub his chest and shoulder soothingly.

I suddenly got a deviously playful idea...also I'm just generally curious. I wonder if he would enjoy having his nipple sucked...I know I enjoy it.

He seems a bit too hardcore dominant to enjoy that, but let's test it. After all, he's being pretty submissive right now.

His left hand gripped the covers while his right hand squeezed my waist as I kept a steady pace jacking him off. His breathing was heavy, and I could tell he was holding back on making any noise.

I lowered my head towards his chest, but decided maybe I should start a little lower. Work my way up.

So I went lower, letting my tongue fall onto his abs. He sucked in a breath, his head shooting up to look at me as he used his elbow to support himself.

I drug my tongue up his abs, and his eyes began to glow a very deep red. I know he loves when I do that.

I made sure to keep eye contact, and made my way towards his chest. I placed soft kisses over the smooth skin there, and then lightly traced my tongue around his nipple.

"Darling—" his confused protest was cut short when I put my lips around his nipple and started to suck. I've never done this before, but I can see why guys like it. It's almost comforting in a way.

He shuddered slightly and a broken moan escaped his mouth, making me raise my eyes to look at him. He had laid back down and had his hand over his mouth.

I smirked and swirled my tongue around his now hardened nipple, sucking it and also speeding up my thrusts against his shaft.

His hips bucked slightly, and his back arched off the bed just barely. It was like he was chasing everything I'm doing.

In a way, I'm glad he's not too "masculine" to enjoy something like this.

He gave up on trying to keep quiet, short breathless moans now leaving him in short spurs.

"Sweetheart..." he groaned, and I stopped attacking his chest to look at him, his eyes were barely open, and he was panting.

I kissed his lips, and he immediately reacted, tilting his head and shoving his tongue into my mouth. He fought me for dominance and won, of course, and his hand moved from my waist up into my hair.

He pulled on my hair and made me pull back and look at him. His sinister smile made me blush heavily.

"I know something else that would love to get the same attention from your beautiful mouth, my love," he said lowly. My blush deepened and I lowered slowly, moving between his legs.

He pushed the covers back, using his elbows to sit up so he can watch me.

I ran my tongue up his shaft, looking into his eyes the entire time. I know that's what he wants me to do. His eyes rolled back, and he growled.

He sat up a bit more and used one hand to hold my hair up for me in a little ponytail. This also ultimately helped him guide my head up and down the length of his dick.

I was applying as much suction as I could. My tongue swirled around his head, and he moaned. Suddenly, he shoved me all the way down his cock, and I choked, tears stinging my eyes.

He pulled me back up, and I looked up at him, some of the tears falling. There was a blush on my cheeks and I used my tongue to glide across his length.

He smiled down at me, obviously loving this sight.

"Good girl..." he huffed, and then his head fell back as I felt him grow harder in my mouth. I wrapped one of my hands around the lower half of his dick and used it to jack him off as I bobbed my head up and down.

He started desperately guiding my head, forcing me to pick up my pace. Breathless moans filled the room, and each time he took a breath it sounded like a growl.

I knew he was going to cum, his entire body tensed up and his breath hitched. I prepared myself, and then he confirmed my prediction.

"I'm going to cum..." he groaned, and then without any ounce of a warning he once again shoved me all the way down his length.

The difference was this time he held me there, his hips bucking forward a bit as he threw his head back and let out a deep, whorish moan.

"Oh fuck...that's it..." he grunted and huffed while his hips twitched. He was making sure I took every inch, and growled as his grip on my hair tightened slightly, "take it."

Tears streamed down my face as he throbbed in my mouth, his cum shooting into the back of my throat. I sucked on him through his orgasm, wanting him to feel every second of it.

When he was finished, he collapsed against the sheets, releasing my hair.

I removed myself from him, wiping my mouth.

He lazily looked over at me, and smiled, opening his arms invitingly. I wasted no time before I snuggled up to him.

He kissed my forehead lovingly, then used his thumb to wipe my cheeks and rid them of any stray tears.

"Thank you, darling...would you like the same from me?" He asked, and I shook my head no.

"No...we can do that another time, you need to rest," I responded, and he hummed softly.

"Alright, my love...goodnight," he said quietly, already drifting off.

"Goodnight."