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After a morning of Angel showing off his best porno film in front of everyone, blowing up at Husk for being rightfully disappointed in the tasteless plot and acting and disappearing off for an ‘emergency shoot’, they ended up at the bar in the evening with a spilled drink on the bar because Angel was feeling like something much stronger but Husk didn’t have any ‘forget’ potion at the bar.

“I don’t need ya fuckin’ nose all up in my business, whiskers, so how about ya pour me a real fuckin’ drink before I bend over this bar and make ya fuck me so hard I forget about this shitty day all on my own,” Angel monologued, making Husk roll his eyes and pour him another drink.

“Seriously, when are you gonna cash in this favor? It’s been a month and I don’t like owin’ people nothin’,” Husk expressed, wincing a little when he remembered all the horrible debts he’d gotten himself in and here he was, owing a pornstar a sexual favor – what a joke.

“I’ll cash it in when I feel like it,” Angel smirked, snatching the glass from the counter and downing it in a very classless, overexaggerated manly fashion that looked more like a performance of masculinity than anything. Somehow Angel managed to perform both femininity and masculinity in a fake, extreme fashion that screamed ‘fake’. “What? Miss me?” Angel asked, sniffling and fixing his hair before slipping back into his persona.

Husk gritted his teeth as he looked at the smug spider. “I just wanna get it over with,” He growled in a low tone.

Angel scoffed, “Please. I made ya see heaven and ya actin’ like ya don’t care.”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m an old man, Angel,” Husk remarked gruffly, picking up a glass to polish, “I’ve been through my phase of fuckin’ anybody just to feel something. I don’t need it.”

“No? Why’d ya take the deal, then?” Angel narrowed his eyes, “C’mon baby, admit ya perverted somewhere deep down there and ya just mad that my film today didn’t make ya hard because ya really, really wanted it to.”

“Your films are tasteless and cheap, trust me, I wouldn’t have gotten hard even at twenty,” Husk snarled, “And honestly,” He slowly gained a sadistic smirk on his lips, knowing Angel would get pissed at his words, “It’s a fuckin’ joke callin’ yourself an actor and building your fakeass personality around pornos that are a disgrace to the art of film makin’.”

Angel looked slightly taken aback, letting out a shocked, forced laugh before speaking, “Oh ya wanna talk about disgrace? Ya call yourself a bartender and can’t even make a decent fuckin’ drink, Christ! Call me fake one more time, motherfucker! See what happens!” He yelled, slamming his fist on the counter.

Without any reaction, Husk kept his eyes on Angel as he leaned closer, poking Angel’s chest with his claw, “Fake,” He spat.

“Fuckin’ asshole!” Angel screamed, launching himself headfirst into the top of the bar and tumbling to the ground, the barstool clashing down along with him. To avoid embarrassment, which was unavoidable at this point, Angel scrambled up to his knees, glaring at Husk, “Ya tried prostitutes, poppin’ pills and anythin’ under the Pentagram ta make ya goddamn dick hard and who did it?! Who?! ME! And ya think ya can speak ta me like that?! When I made ya moan ‘Master’ instead o’ my fuckin’ name?! Ya got a lotta fuckin’ nerve, motherfucker! Ya know what?! Forget about the fuckin’ favor! I was bein’ generous, givin’ ya a goddamn shot ta be a good fuck but ya wouldn’t afford me in a million fuckin’ afterlives!”

Husk narrowed his eyes, his stomach churning with something close to guilt and shame. Not just because he was ashamed that it was Angel Dust, of all people, who managed to not only made him hard, but also cum hard enough to see stars and he’d been desperate enough to call him ‘Master’ (something not even Alastor could beat out of him) but he was also ashamed because Angel seemed so fucking pathetic on the floor, a bruise thinly veiled behind some powder on his eye and despite his shallow and fake words, seemed more real in this moment than he ever had before and here Husk was, making his shitty day worse.

He knew the kinds of things Valentino was capable of and turning Angel into this wasn’t beyond those capabilities. Husk was an asshole, but he’d come to terms with that long ago. He just expected more from someone looking for redemption.

Thinking Husk couldn’t understand, Angel muttered, “Figlio de puttana,” As he stood up and stormed away, pushing Vaggi out of the way before leaving and slamming the front door.

“What was that?” Vaggi questioned before turning to glare at Husk, “Husk, what did you do?”

“Made some bad decisions,” Husk mumbled annoyedly, narrowing his eyes.

“Oh gosh,” Charlie chimed in, glancing at the stairs, “I…messed things up at the studio today, it was really bad. I really hope he’s okay.”

“It’s just Angel, he’ll be fine,” Husk replied. Maybe it was wishful thinking but having known Angel for the past two months, he acted more like a cockroach, bouncing back from whatever hurt him and never expressing his pain in any meaningful way. But then again, that shit was probably beaten into him. At least Husk’s words were better than Valentino’s fist, right?

“Gee, seems like someone should go check on him,” Vaggi remarked, “Someone named Husk.”

“Why do I gotta check on him? If you care, you check on him,” Husk huffed, “Ain’t like he’d wanna speak to me anyway.”

“You were the one who made him storm out like that, you’re the one who’s gonna go and get him back,” Vaggi expressed and Husk clicked his tongue.

“No! Don’t force him back, just…go after him and make sure he’s safe, okay?” Charlie said, smiling hopefully, making Husk almost want to throw up.

“Oh, you can’t be fuckin’ serious,” Husk groaned, putting the glass down, “Fine! Send me out ta deal with your fuckin’ guests,” He mumbled, walking out from behind the bar.

“In the meantime, I am going to write a hundred apology letters and make a lesson about…boundaries,” Charlie beamed, making a rainbow with her hands.

“End me, Lord, my time has come,” Husk muttered under his breath as he left, folding his arms and angrily beginning to murmur, “Конечно я блять виноват нахуй, because why would we accept we were wrong?! Sono un idiota ad aver creduto a quella–whore! Fuck this shit. 混蛋. Lo odio. Motherfucker.”

He followed Angel into some dive bar down the street, groaning as he walked inside and sat down at the bar, ordering himself a bottle of whiskey and gulping it down as he was subjected to Angel’s high ramblings to a bunch of untrustworthy shark demons. Husk’s eyes narrowed on the way Angel was touching a few of the guys on their thighs, acting as if he owned them but Husk knew damn well about the looks in their eyes.

He’d hung around enough overlords and powerful assholes to know what they thought of normal sinners and it wasn’t pretty. Especially for someone like Angel, Husk could smell the lust radiating off them from here and see that look in their eyes that screamed how much they saw him as a commodity and not the asshole of a human he was.

When one of the sharks got up to get Angel a drink, Husk watched, unimpressed as he poured that sickeningly sweet smelling Love Potion into Angel’s glass. Husk groaned, following after the man. He wasn’t being protective or anything but he wasn’t about to let Angel get raped just because the idiot didn’t have his head on right.

He grabbed the shark by the scruff of his neck, throwing him towards the wall. As the others pulled out guns, he quickly took Angel by the wrist and yanked him out of his seat, throwing cards masterfully at the guns to point them in different directions. The last time Husk had to fight was seven years ago, before Alastor disappeared so he was slightly rusty but he had missed the adrenaline rush.

Angel opened his trap, “Husk? The fuck are ya doin—!”

“Will you shut up and move?!” Husk interrupted, shoving Angel towards the door and pushing him out as the pornstar folded his arms and put his weight on Husk’s arms, making it more difficult to push him.

“Get off o’ me!” Angel snapped once Husk started applying more force and they got out onto the street. Husk let go, making Angel stumble a little, fixing his skirt and chest fluff.

“We’re goin’ back to the hotel,” Husk told him.

“No the fuck we are not,” Angel replied, dusting himself off, as if the thought of Husk touching him was disgusting. Oh yeah, like he wasn’t swallowing down his cock a month ago! “What the hell are ya doin’ here?”

“The princess sent me out here to check on you. And that guy slipped somethin’ in your drink,” Husk explained, throwing his arm out towards the bar.

“Think I don’t know when someone slips somethin’ in my drink?”

Husk’s expression dropped a little. Oh, he wasn’t an idiot. He was a major idiot. Husk had been down the path of self destruction many times in his life and it didn’t ever end well. Angel was smarter than this bullshit and that’s why Husk was calling him an idiot — because he knew better goddamnit!

“You fuckin’ moron,” Husk mumbled.

“What? Feelin’ possessive? Well tough luck, asshole, I’ve moved on from ya sorry ass. Blew ya chance ta fuck someone as hot as me,” Angel snarked, putting his hands on his hips, eyebrows furrowed. God, did he look like a sorry sight to see.

“So then tell me, Angel Dust, if everyone wants you then why the hell are your two current options between a miserable, pathetic loser like me and getting drugged and raped in some shitty dive bar by some lowlives? Huh? Tell me, I’m curious to know,” Husk snapped, making Angel falter in his persona again.

“Ya think ya know anything about me, huh?” Angel questioned, “Well guess what, I didn’t ask for any of this shit! I didn’t ask ta be this way!”

“Well you are! Cut this act and admit it, you’re as much of a loser as I am!” Husk retorted. He knew he wouldn’t feel any satisfaction from breaking Angel down, all he was doing was pissing him off in hopes of…what exactly? Getting Angel to back him up into a corner and suck him off again? Use him like those fuckers in the bar would have? No, he wanted Angel to fight. He wanted Angel to put him in his goddamn place as much as he hated being put into it.

Irate tears swam in Angel’s eyes as he balled his hands into fists and stepped closer to Husk, “It’s not an act! I don’t have a fuckin’ choice—”

“You do have a choice and right now, you’re letting your Valentino win!” Husk interrupted, only for Angel’s fist to come flying down, slamming into Husk’s jaw and making him fall onto his side, catching himself on his elbow and spreading his wings.

“Don’t talk about Valentino,” Angel snapped.

“Oh yeah? Well you do a great job of promoting the shitty films he directs and produces,” Husk gritted out, clasping a hand to his jaw as it pulsed and ached.

“Oh ya know what?” Angel gritted out, “I’ll make ya fuckin’ eat those words.” He grabbed onto Husk’s arm and pulled him up to his feet. “I take it back. Deal’s back on. Ya still owe me that fuckin’ favor.”

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They were alone in Angel’s room, sitting up on his bed with a small TV set up at the end of the bed, playing one of Angel’s pornos. Once again, he was getting kidnapped by some gangsters with abhorrent dialogue and overacting on Angel’s part and underacting from all the gangsters. Husk had his arms folded, trying not to clench his jaw too much because it was bruised, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Wait for it…” Angel mumbled, his knees bent, one leg over the other, bouncing up and down.

“This is so fuckin’ stupid,” Husk replied, “Why the hell are we watchin’ this shit? You want me to actually praise your performance?”

Angel dropped his knees down on the bed towards Husk and shifted closer, grabbing his face and forcing his head to face forward, “Watch it, kitty, and keep ya goddamn mouth shut.”

Husk let out a low growl, trying to stay focused on the screen as Angel kept staring at him, his breathing a little heavy against Husk’s ear.

“Oh no! Don’t tie me uuuup!” Angel exclaimed from the screen as the gangsters began to manhandle him into position, tying all four of his wrists to the ceiling with chains. Angel didn’t struggle, he got right into the practiced position and gasped theatrically when one of the gangsters forced his legs apart.

“Keep still,” One of them snapped in a monotone. The angle switched to Angel’s ass, the gangster shoving his botox-injected cock (Husk was familiar with that one) into Angel’s pre-prepped, slick hole and the pornstar moaned loudly and obscenely, completely fake.

The angle switched once more, now to Angel getting thoroughly pounded from behind, he was moving his hips back to get more friction. No amount of dick botox was going to make that idiot behind him find the prostate, clearly.

Husk let a yawn rip from him, straining against Angel’s hand and tightening Angel’s fingers over his bruise. “Oh ya bored?” Angel questioned mockingly, but an air of hurt in his tone.

“A little,” Husk replied, shrugging, continuing to look at the same movement on the screen, Angel’s (annoyingly huge) white and pink cock bouncing up and down.

“Too ‘fake’ for ya?” Angel asked, “Fine,” He scoffed, pulling out his phone and pausing the video that was playing on the TV, searching for a video before putting one up on screen.

It wasn’t a porno this time, it was vertical and blurry, filmed on a phone. Angel came onto the screen, the pupil of his yellow eye blown so wide the fuchsia of his iris was barely seen, looking at the person filming. He was smiling, somewhere far away but not putting on an act – just fucked up beyond recognition.

A hand wrapped around his throat and his eyes rolled back in earnest, he let out the smallest sound as he began to move up and down, getting fucked just off screen, it was focused on his face. Husk could hear Angel’s breathing begin to get uneven and the slightest bit whiny in his ear, making it twitch.

Husk’s blood ran cold when he heard a familiar voice. “Mmm, you like it, baby?”

“Yes daddy,” Angel replied, focusing back on Valentino.

“Good boy, look at the camera,” Valentino murmured, his voice deep and seductive, making Husk sick to his stomach.

Angel’s eyes locked onto the camera and Husk stopped breathing entirely, making eye contact with Angel on screen like he was a car crash he couldn’t quite look away from.

“Why the fuck are ya makin’ me watch this?” Husk asked painfully.

“Hate it? So do I,” Angel mumbled, putting his hand on Husk’s clothed, limp cock and beginning to palm it in slow, methodic movements.

“Fuck you,” Husk whispered, dragging his gaze away as soft ‘ah, ah, ah’s emitted from the TV’s speakers. He looked at Angel, who was inches away from his face, his eyes dark and his expression opposite of what it was like on screen. “What is this for? Wanna prove I can get hard to you gettin’ fucked by him so you can write me off as every other guy?” He growled, narrowing his eyes.

“Admit I’m better than every other whore you’ve ever had,” Angel breathed, his eyes dropping down to Husk’s lips but Husk refused to do the same, keeping his gaze firmly on Angel’s half lidded eyes.

“That ain’t part of the deal,” Husk replied, “Turn this shit off. Now.”

“Admit it and I’ll turn it off,” Angel replied, slowly lifting his head and dragging his eyes back to Husk’s eyes, pink meeting gold.

Angel’s grip tightened on his jaw again and Husk growled, “You…you’re a fuckin’ asshole,” He managed, his pride stopping the words in his throat. He didn’t want to sound pathetic, not when Valentino’s dominating voice was swimming in his ears. Whatever game Angel was playing here, Husk was playing right into it by not giving him what he wanted.

“I love…bein’ your toy…daddy.”

They both winced when they heard that and Angel took a deep breath, lifting his hand and holding Husk’s face still as he slapped him right on the bruise he’d given him before. Husk yelped, aggressively grabbing Angel’s wrist and digging his claws into it.

“Takin’ ya frustrations out on me make you feel better about being this way? About bein’ a whore for him in that video?” Husk snapped, his voice low but louder than the moans on the video as Angel got more frantic while Valentino was fucking him.

Angel looked into Husk’s eyes, pure rage in them. “I fuckin’ hate you,” Angel spat, struggling against Husk’s grip.

“I hate you–” Husk’s eyes widened slightly as Angel squeezed his cock tightly and blood rushed to it so suddenly, making him fully, achingly hard in Angel’s hand, “–Too,” Husk managed, his breath catching in his throat.

“I’d understand gettin’ hard at watchin’ me get fucked but Jesus, kitty, ya so fuckin’ pathetic that ya only get hard when master hurts you?” Angel sneered.

“Turn it off,” Husk gritted out, “Fuckin’ turn it off, Angel!”

“Cum for daddy, you stupid little–”

Valentino’s voice cut out as Angel turned the video off and the room went dead silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing.

Angel threw his phone across the room and swung his leg over Husk’s thighs, straddling him and grabbing his throat with two hands, yanking his hair back with a third and slapping him again, making him yell and mewl in pain from the pulsing bruise. He reached out his hands, clawing at Angel’s face, eventually grabbing onto Angel’s chest fluff and yanking on it roughly, dragging a grunt out of the pornstar.

“Fuckin’ bitch!” Husk growled, hurting his throat, using his core to lift himself up and push Angel onto the bed, choking a little as he managed to force the hand that was hitting him down on the mattress.

“Ah, ah, daddy, fuck me, please,” Angel begged, sounding over-the-top and pornographic. Without thinking twice, Husk slapped him, scratching his cheek and watching as the three cuts started beading with blood, a soft gasp leaving Angel’s mouth, “Nonono…you asshole, I need this fuckin’ face for work!” He exclaimed, bringing his fingers up and checking for blood.

“Right, because that black eye looks great on camera,” Husk replied, wrestling Angel’s hands off his throat.

Angel let out an angered yell, struggling underneath him, yanking his hands away to reach and unbutton Husk’s pants. Husk grunted, his hands full so he couldn’t do anything but look down as Angel pulled out his fully hard length and jerked him off roughly with no lubrication, his glove painful against the sensitive skin of his length, Husk’s bruised jaw clenching.

Husk tried to contain his moans and grunts, breathing heavily as he threw his head back.

“Fuckin’ mine,” Angel growled, his voice deep and unlike his own, “I fuckin’ own this cock. Nobody else can do this to ya but me.”

“Oh, you egotistical son of a bitch,” Husk groaned, wincing as Angel sped up his attack, “Christ! Spit on it!” Husk yelled.

“Admit it.”

“Admit what?!”

“That I’m the best fuckin’ whore you’ve ever had.”

Husk opened his mouth his pain as Angel rubbed his cock raw, “You’re the best whore I’ve ever had!” He exclaimed, letting go of Angel’s wrists and grabbing onto the hand on his cock as Angel finally let go, pulling the glove off with his teeth and bringing his hand up to Husk’s mouth.

“Say it again and add ‘Master’ if ya want ya dick touched again,” Angel grinned, spreading his legs a little wider, revealing his boxers underneath his skirt, tight with his erection pressing against them. Husk pushed the thoughts of wanting to see it away.

Husk’s cock wept and he felt it slowly deflating. In desperation, he closed his eyes and whispered, “You’re the best whore I’ve ever had, Master.” And he spat in Angel’s hand obediently.

Once Angel’s hand wrapped around his cock again and he opened his eyes, watching the dark smirk painted on Angel’s lips, he instantly got hard again, the pumping much smoother and more satisfying but his cock was still sensitive from the prior assault. He let out a soft meow, huffing and whimpering at how pathetic he sounded.

He watched a small pout appear on Angel’s lips, his eyebrows knitting and his eyes going soft, “Awh, poor kitty. Gonna cwy?” Angel cooed, “It’s okay, baby, daddy’s got you,” He murmured, his eyes dropping to Husk’s cock, pumping him with something close to care.

It would have been sweet coming from anyone else but coming from Angel it made Husk feel a deep sense of humiliation in his chest. “F-fuck…” Husk mumbled, almost defeated, slumping forward, catching himself on his arms, hands placed on either side of Angel’s face. The spider leaned forward and pressed their foreheads together, slipping his tight hand smoothly over Husk’s aching cock.

“Shh, kitty, it’s okay,” Angel murmured quietly, like a dirty secret just between them. Husk closed his eyes, letting out small whimpers and moans. God, it felt better than he remembered. A whole month and nothing had managed to get him hard, no late-night sessions with his right hand got him even remotely hard and even imagining Angel didn’t help whatsoever, almost making him believe that night was a fluke and Angel didn’t have some magical power over him. He had been dead wrong, apparently. “Say you belong to your daddy.”

“I belong…” Husk gritted out, clearing his throat, “To my daddy…” Angel moaned breathily and Husk opened his eyes to see Angel’s rolling back, lips parted.

“Yeah, baby, cum for ya master…for daddy,” Angel murmured, “Such a good kitty,” He added, beginning to pump him faster.

Husk was quickly overwhelmed, breathing heavily, his arms beginning to tremble. Angel noticed this and used his extra hands to pull Husk’s arms around his shoulders, sitting up, still pressing their foreheads together but now from above rather than below, making Husk feel small and inferior.

“When I say cum, what do ya do, baby?” Angel murmured.

“I-I cum, daddy,” Husk moaned, cumming in quick spurts over Angel’s fist, coating his hand.

“Good boy,” Angel praised.

“Fuck you,” Husk huffed, collapsing his head against Angel’s shoulder.

“Stupid little kitty,” Angel murmured, wrapping his four arms around him and beginning to scratch his ear, making Husk feel tingly. He began to purr, not being able to contain the sound. Angel laughed softly, “My kitty.”

After a minute, Angel started spoke up again, “Bet I can make my kitty cum again.”

Husk groaned, pulling back and suddenly regaining full consciousness, the post nut clarity hitting him. “That ain’t part of the deal.”

“The deal was ya watch my film. This, kitty, was all you,” Angel grinned pridefully.

Husk’s heart pounded with the realization that he’d just done all of this for nothing but lust and pleasure. His face burned with shame.

“Besides…ya always get all the fun,” Angel drawled, pouting a little as he dragged a finger down Husk’s chest, “Ya really do need daddy ta force you every time?” He smirked, raising a brow as he looked back into Husk’s eyes.

“I-I don’t…” Husk mumbled, Angel shushing him by putting a finger up to his lips, the same finger that was covered in Husk’s cum, making him grimace.

“Daddy really wants ta fuck you, kitty,” Angel cooed, “And who are ya ta deny daddy, right?”

Husk clenched his jaw and fists, opening his mouth to speak when the finger was taken off his mouth and instead Angel’s hand smacked him across the face, leaving sticky residue on his cheek.

“Think I do this outta the goodness of my heart, ya dumb little kitten?” Angel snapped, “I do it because I wanna. And right now, daddy really wants ta ruin ya tight little hole,” He growled, snapping his teeth.

“You ain’t fuckin’ me—”

“Ain’t I?” Angel questioned, sitting up onto his knees and unbuttoning his shirt, his movements both slow yet jagged and sudden. Husk’s eyes ran down as Angel revealed his snow white, silky fur, his tits perky and fluffy, framed by a pretty pink heart that went down into a stripe over Angel’s stomach.

Husk’s eyes followed Angel’s thumbs as they ran over the waistband of his skirt before slowly pulling it down, revealing that the stripe went down his well-kempt pubic bone. It seemed like an eternity Angel spent pulling the skirt over the length of his cock before it bounced out, thin and long and…oh God.

It was longer than Husk’s. Definitely thinner (thankfully) but he hadn’t realized when watching it on the screen how extraordinarily long and spindly it was, like the rest of him. Husk wouldn’t fit half of that inside of him, mostly because the last time he bottomed was twenty three years ago when he’d hired a male prostitute to try and get him to cum with a prostate massage. It didn’t work and he couldn’t sit down the next day.

“Are ya really too pussy for it?” Angel questioned, laying down and lifting his legs up, bending himself in half and getting his skirt and boxers off, flinging them across the room.

“I ain’t a pussy,” Husk gritted out.

“No? Weren’t ya purrin’ for me just now?” Angel smirked, putting his legs down, letting his cock stand proudly, Husk couldn’t take his eyes off it and the pretty little pink markings on it.

“I can’t take that,” Husk mumbled, sitting down on the mattress and slipping his suspenders down his shoulders.

“Sure ya can, kitty,” Angel murmured, “Haven’t I showed ya enough magic tricks?”

“I ain’t ya damn science experiment,” Husk snapped.

Angel frowned, “Get on ya stomach.”

“No.”

The glare that followed was enough to send chills down Husk’s spine. Angel sat up, “I said: get on ya damn stomach.”

“You know who you sound like?” Husk smirked, knowing that would get his shit rocked but right now, he didn’t care. He couldn’t give in so easily, he had to use what he could against him.

Angel’s hand snapped to Husk’s throat dragging him forward until he could feel Angel’s breath on his lips, “Look at you begging for it like a pathetic fuckin’ whore. You want this cock inside of you, rearranging ya fuckin’ guts, don’t lie ta me,” Angel murmured, “Trust me, I’m bein’ real nice. If I was who you think I am right now, I wouldn’t be fuckin’ askin’.”

Husk let out a shuddered breath, “Yes…daddy,” He gritted out. As soon as he did, Angel pushed him face down on the mattress and spread his legs and lifted his tail, keeping his head down as he leaned down between his ass and spat on his hole, making Husk moan at the sudden hot liquid dripping down him, making him clench a little at how exposed and vulnerable he was.

“Ya like that?” Angel asked and Husk growled as he heard the smirk in his voice. A hard, stinging smack on his asscheek made Husk grunt, jolting forward and gripping the sheets, “I said: ya like that?”

“Y-yes, master,” Husk answered, yelping when Angel pushed one finger against his tight hole.

“Shh, relax and take it in, I’m gonna go slow. Daddy’s real good,” Angel murmured and Husk listened, relaxing all of his muscles into the mattress and letting Angel slip his finger inside, making him whimper and clench around it.

“Fuck, hurts…” Husk mumbled.

“You’re okay, kitty,” Angel replied softly, his voice smooth and enveloping Husk into a false sense of security as his fingers scratched by Husk’s ears. Husk heard the drawer beside them open and Angel pulled something out. There was a small click and then Angel was pouring cold lube over his finger in Husk’s hole, beginning to fuck it inside of him, going in much smoother and nicer and Husk started to feel pleasure rather than pain, moaning loudly when Angel curled his finger and found his g spot.

“I’m sick of fuckin’ waitin’, ya can fuckin’ take it,” Angel mumbled impatiently and Husk didn’t even have the chance to protest before his finger slipped out and Angel was grabbing onto Husk’s thighs and pressing his hard tip to his entrance.

“Fuuuuck!” Husk yelled as Angel slipped it in so fast that Husk’s eyes rolled back into his head and he was convinced he blacked out for a moment, “Don’t fuckin’ move!” Husk boomed.

“Okay, okay!” Angel exclaimed, “I didn’t realize it would go in that fast…”

“It’s okay, it’s okay…” Husk mumbled, “Just…just keep it right there and don’t move.”

“It hurt real bad, kitty?” Angel questioned, his voice a little shaky.

“Feels…feels so good, daddy…” Husk moaned, relaxing around his length, feeling Angel’s tip in his stomach, pressed into the mattress, “You can…move…slowly.”

Husk screamed when Angel slowly pulled out to the tip before slamming back in, “Slowly! Fuckin’ animal!” Husk yelled but his trapped cock quickly began to fatten.

“Oh, fuck…” Angel moaned, almost whimpering, “Oh, God, it feels so good, baby, I can’t stop…”

Hearing Angel moan like that made Husk gasp into the mattress, “Don’t stop, daddy, keep goin’…” He mumbled and Angel took that to mean he could begin to sloppily fuck Husk with absolutely no technique like a fucking virgin.

“Jesus, you ever topped in ya damn life?!” Husk groaned.

“No, not really,” Angel whimpered, “Fuck…feels so good…” He sounded so pathetic and desperate that it made Husk only harder.

Angel pressed two hands against Husk’s shoulders over his wings and started rubbing them, making him grunt and moan in both pain and pleasure as Angel’s thrusts started getting more deep and quick, desperate to cum.

“Oh fuck!” Angel screamed, “Gonna cum, fuck! Fuck, I’m not ready—”

Husk couldn’t breathe as Angel stuffed him to the brim and filled him with hot cum. “Sorry, I’m sorry, fuck,” Angel mumbled urgently, flipping Husk over and diving between his legs.

Husk gasped for air as Angel’s mouth swallowed down his cock, bobbing up and down furiously. Husk quickly reached down to grab onto Angel’s hair and slow down his movements, Angel looked up and allowed Husk to use his throat like a fleshlight, his eyes begging for praise and reassurance.

“It’s okay to cum real fast, baby,” Husk told him, “You just so desperate, aintcha?” He murmured deeply, moaning, “Yeah, that’s good.”

Angel’s eyes rolled back a little and Husk noticed the tears rolling down his cheeks. Did he really cry while fucking him? Jesus. Husk clenched his abused hole as he came down Angel’s throat and kept him down, breathing heavily and waiting for Angel to look at him.

Blinking away tears, Angel looked up. It was that same vulnerable expression he’d seen a month ago. Part of him wanted to hold Angel, part of him wanted to punch him. He looked like a complete mess, his mascara was dripping a little down his eyes and his mouth was stuffed, his jaw slack. But he looked beautiful.

Husk pushed that thought away and pulled Angel off his limp cock.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Angel questioned frantically, his hands shaking as he climbed up beside Husk, cupping his face.

Husk furrowed his eyebrows, putting his hands on top of Angel’s, “No, I’m fine, I’m fine,” He replied. He studied the panicked and crazed expression Angel was wearing and asked, “Are you?”

“Yeah, why’d ya ask?” He forced a smile, still trembling.

Husk didn’t say anything, he just raised his brows and gave Angel a look. That was enough to break him. Angel burst into tears, yanking his hands away from Husk’s face and covering his own.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay,” Husk immediately said, sitting up and putting a hand on Angel’s shoulder, easily pulling him into an embrace.

Angel flung his arms around Husk, sobbing dramatically into his shoulder. “Shh, shh, it’s okay, baby, you’re okay,” Husk assured, stroking Angel’s back. For the first time, he saw Angel so vulnerable and small. He knew this should’ve changed his opinion of Angel, but he knew the pornstar would hate that, so he didn’t. He didn’t pity Angel, he didn’t think anything about it, he just held him until Angel pulled back.

“Ya didn’t mean it, right?” Angel asked, “When ya said I was actin’ like Val?”

Husk frowned, hating how his heart clenched at the sight of him, “No, of course I didn’t fuckin’ mean it. You ain’t anythin’ like that asshole.”

“Okay,” Angel nodded, “The video, it’s on my phone, I…I gonna keep watchin’ it, can ya-can ya delete it for me?” He asked, almost begging, looking Husk in the eyes.

“Give it here,” Husk responded softly, reaching out his hand. Angel pulled his phone from the ground and unlocked it, handing it to Husk.

The video was paused. Husk pulled the phone back a little, narrowing his eyes, trying to focus on the image. He used his index finger to tap the screen and then the trash button, confirming to delete it with another slow tap.

“Jeez, old man, ya wanna take any longer?” Angel scoffed, snatching his phone back as soon as Husk finished.

“Respect your elders, kid,” Husk snarked back, watching Angel wipe his tears as he checked his phone, “Kids and their damn gadgets,” Husk mumbled, “Get off your phone and talk to me, will you?”

“About what?” Angel mumbled, already typing something.

“I dunno, just seems like you need a bartender to talk to,” Husk replied, leaning back against the bedframe.

“Don’t act like ya care,” Angel mumbled, laying down, facing away from Husk as he continued typing.

“I was an overlord once, you know,” Husk remarked, deciding he absolutely needed the attention.

Angel paused, looking back before turning his phone off and flipping onto his back, looking up at Husk curiously, “You?”

“Me, yeah,” Husk smiled, “And it was to have that power. But then I fucked it up. Got too big for my boots and…lost it all. So I know what it’s like, to regret the choices made.”

“Ya know that video?” Angel whispered like a secret.

“What about it?” Husk questioned.

“It’s from today,” He admitted.

“Today, huh? Real fresh on your mind, then,” Husk remarked, studying his expression.

Angel seemed slightly more soft and vulnerable but hopeful when Husk didn’t judge him, “Yeah, I…uh…I don’t know,” He averted his gaze, “Do ya think I’m a bad person for goin’ along with it?”

“We’re all bad people,” Husk murmured, “And we all think we’re the worst. But there’s worse out there than a couple o’ losers, baby.”

“Losers, huh?” Angel smiled, “Thanks,” He scoffed sarcastically.

“Yeah, well, not like I like you or anything,” Husk rolled his eyes, not being able to keep the smirk off his face.

“Yeah,” Angel breathed with a soft smile on his pretty face, “I hate ya too.”

So, were they friends now? No, definitely not. Fuckbuddies? Barely. Does once a month even count? Were they enemies? Also muddy waters. But Husk knew he was completely okay with hating Angel and being attracted to him all at once. And those little glimmers he sometimes saw in Angel that made his heart skip a beat? Those were easily ignored.