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Arranged Marriage (Part 12)

Part 1 Part 11

Part 12

(Weeee it’s finally out! So I’ve got a few things to announce that I’ve been working on:

I’ve been working on stuff for Charlastor Week, a one shot for the winner of my raffle, this fic and the updated Arranged Marriage on AO3.

We’re getting closer to the wedding!! Please enjoy! ALSO IM NOT AN NSFW WRITER PLS BE GENTLE WITH ME)

“Wedding Not a Hoax? How Did the Princess of Hell Snag the Radio Demon?” Was read above a colored photograph of her and Alastor locking lips in a tight embrace. Had it not been for the shoddy camerawork and the window between the lens and the focus of the headlines, one could assume this photo was posed and staged.

The sight of Alastor eagerly engaged in the kiss made Charlie’s heart explode, but the embarrassment hit her just as hard. Everyone in Hell will eventually see this tabloid and it was good for their relationship’s image. This was practically proof that their relationship was real- or at least looked real. Their actual relationship was still brand new and a current work in progress. At least they don’t have to act in public now. Everything was working out smoothly in terms of public image and her newfound relationship with Alastor. Charlie felt like the weight that had been on her shoulders for the past week and a half was gone overnight. All there was left for them was to seal the deal at the wedding in five days.

But despite the good that had come their way, she couldn’t help but feel violated seeing how their quietly intimate moment was now exposed to the public.

Charlie sighed and quickly scanned through the page-long article. The article talked about how abrupt the relationship was and touched on previous rumors that had surfaced since the announcement.

As predicted, there were people who believe that Alastor was using her to get more power. It was an easy rumor to go with, seeing how Alastor was a ruthless overlord without a love life to speak about. Their relationship shouldn’t make sense seeing how different they were. Overall it was just another lazy article. But it made sense seeing how this picture was taken only yesterday, but Charlie half expected some wilder rumors to fly.

The article was sloppy, but it was clear the media wanted a scandal. This wouldn’t be the end either. With the suspicions around Alastor floating, the media will surly try to find ways to twist their marriage however they liked. “Ugh I should have known the press would be following us around,”

Alastor, who sat on the other side of Charlie’s desk looked completely unbothered. He was the one who brought her the tabloid. He’d received it from Nifty, who pestered him about it all morning while Charlie was busy tending to her hotel duties. The little demoness tried to milk the details of the photo out of him, but he was far too engrossed in the photo on the front page.

When Alastor shooed Nifty away to look it over himself, the familiar feeling of excitement took over. It was that hungry desire he recognized whenever Charlie was around, only this time he felt his grin widen in triumph and possession take hold of his heart.

“Didn’t you want to make this marriage look legitimate?”

“Yeah but this just feels gross…” Charlie shuddered as she tossed the magazine onto her desk. Alastor picked up the tabloid and smiled amusingly at the cover. He let a small crackling chuckle out. “What’s so funny?” Charlie asked.

He didn’t remove his gaze from the cover. “I was just thinking that this is a fine picture of us. I may want to save this,”

Charlie snorted. “There will be much better pictures, trust me Al. Make sure to save room for our portrait because we’re gonna need one soon,” she stood and walked around her desk to his side. She glanced down at the picture her fiancee had been admiring. “What should we do about this?”

She was closer now and his heart reacted promptly. It pounded in his chest as if he were a young boy with a silly crush, but also it left another, twisted feeling. The possessive hunger from earlier returned as he stared down their picture in the magazine. He wasn’t really focused on it anymore though. His attention was focused on his racing heart and his quickly intruding thoughts. Said thoughts were anything but pure and every bit selfish.

Alastor shook his head. He fought the bubbling urges that suddenly took root in his gut. This was neither the time nor place. He needed to keep his composure. She may not have been doing anything purposefully provocative, but it was getting increasingly difficult to keep his cool. He cleared his throat and responded. “Nothing. I think it sends a perfectly clear message,”

Charlie bent closer to give the picture another critical look. “That this marriage is legitimate? Yeah, it does I guess,” she said casually as she placed her hands on his shoulders.

Alastor froze under Charlie’s touch. Never had anyone had such a hold on him before, but it was getting too difficult to determine how to handle his intensifying feelings. He wasn’t one to lose control but here he was, on the brink of giving in to his desires like he had never done before. All from one single touch.

He shook his head once more. “No, not that,”

“Then what do you mean?” She asked, her tone fully confused. She removed her hands from his shoulders and stood up straight.

Like water breaking free of a dam, Alastor immediately craved her touch once more. His gentlemanly face began to slip. He was losing control too quickly. He wanted her touch. He wanted her gaze on him. Only on him. Only for him

Suddenly he needed more. He needed much much more.

“Would you like me to be honest, Charlie?” He asked lowly. Alastor’s sudden shift of tone took Charlie off guard. The way he asked was stiff yet slightly playfully odd. He did not look up from the magazine as he spoke either.

Charlie quirked an eyebrow and carefully but firmly asked her own question. “Didn’t we promise to be open with each other?” The room was growing in intensity. Alastor always had that effect when he got in certain moods, but Charlie couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was wrong.

“Yes you’re right. And when have I ever broken a promise to you?” he chuckled. The end of his sentence crackled just as he chuckled. He pushed his chair back and slowly stood. The magazine dropped from his hands and fell haphazardly to his seat.

He turned toward her and leaned in to whisper in her ear before she could get a look of his face. “I’m glad that the paparazzi took this photo. Would you like to know why?” Shivers went up Charlie’s spine as she felt his breath on the side of her neck. Warmth quickly gathered in her face and core.

The flushed demoness let out an airy breath as she slightly tilted her head away from the source of heat, exposing more of her pale neck to him. “W-why’s that?” She breathed. Alastor chuckled at her inadvertent invitation.

The next quick movement caught Charlie by surprise. With a sharp yelp, she was picked up and placed on her desk. She sat there, effectively pinned by Alastor’s hands that he’d planted firmly on the desk on either side of her. He placed himself between her parted legs and brought a hand to grasp the side of her neck. It was a firm grasp but it wasn’t enough to harm her. The contact along with their position only made Charlie’s heart race even quicker. Her core began to gather heat as want and anticipation grew.

Throwing all self control he had left, Alastor leaned in close. “Because all of Hell will know that you are mine,” he moved his free hand to her bowtie and quickly undid it. He tossed the bow aside and began unbuttoning the first three buttons of Charlie’s dress shirt. It was just enough for him.

Alastor swiftly moved the shirt aside to reveal the skin of her throat, clavicle and shoulder. He brought his lips to kiss her jawline, to which Charlie gave way to expose her neck to him and invite him in. A sigh escaped her own lips as he made his way down, leaving a trail of burning hot kisses and playful nips down her throat. She didn’t even notice how she was slightly leaning into him.

Charlie was vocal about the pleasure she felt from the caress of his lips. Her gasps and quiet moans seemed to fuel Alastor’s desire to sink his teeth in. To mark her as his, to taste her.

And she wanted him to. She enjoyed the nips and bites of a lover, and even if this was as far as Alastor would probably go, she’d be content with the feeling. His breath lingered over her chest, just between her shoulder and neck. It was hard to sit still. She just wanted him to do it already. To feel his teeth sink in, to feel him mark her body.

It was until a rational thought entered her head did she snap out of her trance.

Just before Alastor could sink his teeth into her flesh, Charlie quickly leaned back and gently pushed Alastor away. “Ah, hold on,” she watched as he brought up his hungry gaze to her. Charlie gulped, suddenly feeling like a meal on a dinner table. “Can you wait until after the wedding? I can’t show up with marks all over me!” As much as she wanted him to, she needed to show some restraint. Her dress would partially expose her chest and shoulders. And who knew where else Alastor would move to if she let him?

“But what if I want them to see?” The hungry demon leaned forward and traced a pointed finger down Charlie’s naked neck to her shoulder. “I want them to know you’re mine, miss Magne,” the drag of his sharp nail gave Charlie pleasurable chills up her spine.

But she shook herself out of it. ‘Restraint.’ She took a deep breath. ‘Serious business. Come on, you’ve been here before Charlie.’

Then it hit Charlie. “Okay, mister Magne. How about a deal then?” Charlie smirked as she leaned back to prop herself up woth her hands on the desk. Alastor suddenly chuckled, feeling highly amused and coming down from his intense hunger. He gave her a smug smile and allowed his trapped prey to continue. “You wait until after the wedding and you can use those pointy teeth to mark me wherever you want from here-“ she pointed at the base of her jaw and pointed downward. “-down,”

Stopping Alastor and talking to him snapped him out of the hungry state he was in. Though he wanted to mark her now, her deal was also enticing. It gave him another thing to be excited about. After all, patience during the hunt only made the kill more satisfying. It would also make his dear fiancee happy, and just for that he was willing to wait.

He humorously hummed but quickly replied as if he didn’t bother to put any thought behind it. “Sounds fair to me,” he said lightheartedly as he shrugged. He began to back off to let her down from the desk top.

The blonde suddenly grabbed him by the bowtie and pulled him back close. When she blinked, the red sclera and golden irises of her demonic form made its appearance. “Don’t forget to seal the deal,” she smirked.

If Alastor could speak, he’d be rambling on about how beautiful she was. From her smug smirk to her brilliantly gorgeous red and golden eyes, he felt the heat of his hunger build up in his core once more. If she didn’t stop they’d be having a bit of a problem. She knew what she was doing this time and it was making it increasingly difficult to keep his hands off of her.

Charlie tugged him toward her to crash his lips against her’s. But before they could progress the kiss, they were interrupted.

“Hey Charlie, how’s my invita- OH!” Angel Dust yelled. At the sound of the intruder’s voice, Charlie pushed Alastor aside and tried to fix herself, but it was too late. She’d been caught with her shirt unbuttoned, Alastor between her legs and their lips smashed together. It didn’t take the pornstar long to realize what they’d been doing. Or what was probably going to happen from his point of view.

Before Charlie could say anything, Alastor waved his hand and the door slammed in Angel’s face. “It wasn’t my fault ya dipshits didn’t close the door in tha first place!“ the muffled protests of Angel Dust called through the door. Charlie jumped when he pounded on the wooden door. “Hey toots, I’ll come back later when you’re done fondling your hubby!” he yelled before walking off cackling.

When it was silent again, Charlie groaned and let her head fall against Alastor’s shoulder.

Alastor’s laugh track sounded in the room following his own hearty laugh. “Seems we keep making ourselves a public spectacle, don’t we dear?” He picked her up from the desk and carefully placed her back on her feet.

“Yeah…” Charlie sighed, feeling her face heating up in embarrassment. Before she could do it herself, Alastor began buttoning her shirt up for her. Charlie let him, still wrapped up in their embarrassing moment.

With a close-lipped chuckle, Alastor finished buttoning her shirt and took the previously discarded ribbon to tie her bowtie for her as well. “Would you like to go on a date with me the day after tomorrow my dear?” He said as he finished tying.

She broke out of her embarrassment and looked up at him. “A date?”

Alastor brought a hand up to comb through her bangs. “Yes! I’d like to visit a dear friend of mine and she happens to own a respectable dancing club,” he stopped once he deemed her presentable.

Charlie perked up at the word ‘friend’. Alastor didn’t have many friends. Especially friends that didn’t owe him. This would be the perfect chance to get to know Alastor a bit better as well. “Sure!” Charlie replied giddily.

Alastor chuckled, feeling his heart skip a beat in response. Enthusiasm suited her. But then again, every expression suited her. She was always radiant like the sun, no matter what she did. “Wonderful! I’m sure you’ll like her.”

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