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Chapter One: How Was Your Day?
The slam of the door was likely heard throughout the entire hotel, the harsh sound amplified by the quiet of the night. Husk flinched - it didn’t take a genius to figure out that meant Angel had suffered another bad night at work. Sure enough he stormed in, boots smacking the ground with fury as he marched toward the bar.
Husk placed a drink down and said nothing as Angel wordlessly knocked it back and placed the empty glass back on the bar with nearly enough force to crack it.
But where there was usually a vent or a desperate plea for attention by way of an airy comment proclaiming that he was fine, Angel gave him nothing, instead turning on his heel and heading for the stairs.
If Angel wasn’t talking something was very wrong.
“Can I help?” Husk offered, unused to being ignored. Angel whirled around, his face thunderous. There was nothing but venom in his mismatched eyes and Husk could only stare in shock. Anger wasn’t unusual after bad nights, but it certainly wasn’t the default.
“Unless you’re offerin’ to take me upstairs and fuck me until I can’t think straight, no, Husk, ya can’t fuckin’ help.” Angel snarled. Husk blinked. Oh, he was pissed. “Yeah, I thought not. You’re no fuckin’ use to me, don’t worry I’ll find someone who is.” Angel muttered, rage still burning hot at the forefront of his emotions.
Angel’s self destruct button was a common occurrence and no matter how many times Husk saw him fall apart, it still cut like a knife to watch someone implode. Angel looked tired, angry, broken, and there was no doubt in Husk’s mind that whatever Valentino had done meant Angel intended to to go upstairs, get changed, go out and fuck up all his progress.
That wasn’t something Husk wanted to see. Husk had made himself a promise, years ago… one that he’d really hoped not to break.
But Angel had asked.
And he looked like he really needed a very particular brand of bartender therapy.
“Okay.” Husk agreed softly. Angel blinked. “Go upstairs and wait for me in your room. I’ll be up in a minute.”
“What?”
“You wanna do this, we’ll need to go over the ground rules. I’ll close up the bar and be up soon.” Husk said, clearing away Angel’s discarded glass. Angel had frozen in place as though unsure he’d heard correctly.
“You’re gonna…” the disbelief was obvious in his voice.
“Yeah. We’ll talk upstairs.” Husk said firmly. Angel looked more than a little thrown by the about turn, but he knew an order when he heard one and, confused, he went upstairs as Husk finished closing up the bar, lost in thought.
Husk knew he had to play it differently this time to avoid a repeat.
No contracts.
No signing shit.
Make everything clear from day one.
When the bar was as tidy as it generally got he made his way up to Angel’s room, quietly letting himself in without knocking.
Angel was hovering by the bed, still wary of Husk’s sudden change in attitude but already looking less angry than he had when he’d come in. Progress, at least.
“Sit.” Husk instructed, voice firm. Obediently, Angel sat and Husk hummed softly, looking him over. “Good. It’s good ya can take orders…” he mused.
“So that’s how we’re playin’ this?” Angel asked, raising an eyebrow. “Dominant submissive?”
“Yeah. Yeah, that’s how this is going to go down.” Husk agreed, remaining standing and watching him carefully - Angel was calmer than he had been, yes, but still agitated and Husk couldn’t quite tell whether it was whatever Valentino had done or his suggestion of control that was bothering him. “But there are rules.”
“Hit me.” Angel nodded, itching for more. Husk hadn’t even asked him to do anything yet, and already he felt like he was burning in his fur. He hadn’t had a regular play partner outside of Valentino in years, assuming that was what was happening. They didn’t need rules or roles for just one night, right?
“Rule One: if we’re doing this, we’re doing this because you want to. I’m here because you want me to be here. The moment you don’t wanna do something, it stops. Do not force me to push your boundaries. You want out of a scene you say so. You want to stop playing altogether you tell me.” Husk growled, considering that was probably the most important rule.
“Safeword?” Angel asked knowingly: it wasn’t his first rodeo.
“…Ace.” Husk decided. Angel nodded - a safeword was more leeway than he usually got lately.
“Okay. Got it.” Angel agreed.
“Rule Two: I won’t play when you’re high. I’m askin’ full disclosure - I won’t report it to Charlie for your progress meter or whatever but if you’ve taken anything, ya hafta let me know and I make the call.”
“Agreed.” Angel whispered - it was reasonable. One more reason to stay clean. He’d been doing well enough lately that it shouldn’t be a frequent issue.
“Rule Three: I got very little interest in punishing ya. Doesn’t work for me. The way I see it ya get enough of that at work,” Angel avoided his gaze. “But if you’re good I’ll reward ya: I’ll be rough sometimes if that’s what I think ya want and need but this is about working toward pleasure not pain.”
“…” Angel had opened his mouth as though to query the rule but then nodded. “Agreed.” He confirmed.
“Rule Four: either one of us gets attached… falls in love? Game over. We stop playing games and tell the other.” He said firmly - that was absolutely non-negotiable.
“Are you seriously givin’ me the don’t fall in love speech? I’m Angel Dust for gods’ sake I got guys fallin’ at my feet left, right and…”
“Shut up.” Husk ordered. He didn’t need to hear how hot Angel was right now.
Obediently Angel fell quiet, jaw snapping shut mid-sentence.
“Nobody’s heart’s gettin’ broken over this, agreed?” He asked.
“Agreed.” Angel whispered, nodding.
“Last rule: Aftercare ain’t an option.” Husk growled.
“Yeah, I’m used to that.” He mumbled, nodding in agreement for the rule.
“No.” Husk said immediately, realising he’d been misinterpreted “I don’t mean I won’t be doin’ it - I mean it’s mandatory: You wanna safeword out of a scene, fine, no judgement from me… but no matter what happens, ya can’t throw me out right after. Even if ya fuckin’ hate me in that moment. I stay until I think you’re okay to be alone.” Husk insisted, because if Angel got in his head and went out to self destruct anyway it defeated the object. Angel seemed more than a little startled by that one but nodded slowly.
“Agreed. We puttin’ any of this in writin’?” Angel asked, glancing around for a pen.
“It’s five rules, I’m sure ya can remember them.” Husk insisted, refusing to let him sign anything.
“We clear?”
“Yes… daddy?” Angel raised an eyebrow, uncertain what term he should be using.
“Nah. I don’t like daddy.”
“Yes, sir?” He suggested. Husk frowned - he liked that one even less.
“Husk’s fine. Okay… undress.” Husk kept his voice soft, almost gentle, but it was still unmistakeably an order. Angel kept his eyes locked on Husk as he unbuttoned his jacket and tossed it aside. Slipping free of his skirt he discarded that too, until he sat waiting on the bed, in nothing but his boots.
“Those too.” He instructed.
“…Kay.” Whispered Angel, reluctantly removing his shoes. Husk hummed softly, apparently pleased at the sight, before setting himself into the chair by Angel’s bed.
No obvious marks on him…
“On your knees.” He breathed. Angel fell to his knees so quickly Husk’s head span. He’d forgotten the rush such power held, the way arousal flickered up his own spine like a flame from having someone else at his command. He had to remember not to get drunk on that power this time, not to go too far. Had to trust Angel to respect his own limits… could be a minefield with him. With a single claw he beckoned Angel closer and he shuffled along until he was at Husk’s knee. Husk reached out and cupped his face.
“Good.” He praised softly, seeing the flicker in his eyes that betrayed how eager Angel was. “Now… How was your day?” Husk asked.
“What?!” Angel blinked, startled. He’d been expecting to be asked to suck dick, not make small talk.
“Ya heard me.”
“I ain’t here to talk about my fuckin’ day, Husk!” Angel growled and almost immediately there was a hand over his mouth. Angel’s eyes widened.
“Shut up.” Husk told him. “I know what I’m doin’ here, okay? You ain’t my first sub and you ain’t my first mouthy one either. I need ya to trust me. I can’t figure out what it is ya need tonight unless I know what happened to spark it. So I’m gonna remove my hand and you’re gonna tell me about your day. Do you understand?” Husk spoke clearly.
Silenced by a paw over his mouth, Angel nodded, a little confused but in agreement. Husk slowly moved his paw, but kept it at Angel’s cheek. There was something almost tender about it, Angel unused to such careful treatment.
“Walk me through what happened.” Husk instructed. Angel swallowed nervously and Husk kept his hand in place, cradling Angel’s jaw. Angel hesitantly lay his free cheek on Husk’s lap, assuming submission was the goal. “Good boy.” Husk murmured appreciatively.
“The filmin’ was fine. Non-con scene, burglars again coz he’s back on his thing for home invasion.” Angel murmured, shrugging awkwardly. Husk’s thigh was warm beneath the fabric of his pants, and combined with the claws cupping his face Angel was surrounded.
“It was a standard play and it went okay.” He murmured. “But Val took me aside after an’ said… the fucker said my acting needed work.” Angel grumbled, apparently irritated by the insult to his skills. “That I didn’t look scared enough so he… re-enacted it with me without the cameras.”
He couldn’t even say rape because Valentino had blanket permission, full consent to do as he pleased. Angel had given him that power.
“He hurt ya?” Husk assumed, voice level.
“…yes.” Angel whispered, his gaze falling to the fabric of Husk’s pants to try distract himself from the shame boiling in his gut. Everything that happened to him in that studio was all his fault: he’d inked the deal, after all.
“Show me where.” Husk instructed. Angel moved slowly, cautiously raising his chin to expose his neck, and brushing the fur aside to show the bruises that would have otherwise remained hidden.
Husk’s large paw tensed in Angel’s hair, pulling it lightly to elongate his throat. Husk growled softly - strangle marks. There was a vulnerability in the position, Angel baring his throat and displaying his wounds, permitting more pain if Husk chose it. Angel didn’t waver under Husk’s grip, letting himself be exposed just hours after being hurt… he was doing well.
Husk lowered his head and pressed kisses along the bruises, gently probing the collar of injured skin with a rough tongue. Angel shivered, but gave no protest as Husk kissed it better.
“Where else did he hurt you?” He murmured against Angel’s skin.
“Along my back.” Angel whispered by way of confession.
“Show me.” Husk released his grip on Angel’s hair to let him move and he turned slowly, exposing his back.
Unable to see his own wounds, Angel kept his hands in his lap and let Husk examine him by brushing his fur aside to check under it. The back of Angel’s skull had likely come into contact with a bedpost, and Husk offered it the same gentle attention he’d given his throat before moving slowly downward. Carpet burns had disturbed the fur around Angel’s shoulders, Husk kissed each shoulder blade delicately. To move lower, Husk moved from his chair to his knees behind Angel, bending him forward on the carpet to continue his thorough exploration.
As Husk lapped at long, finger shaped bruises at each hip, Angel began to tremble. For some reason he’d expected Husk to back off, to drop him when he realised how badly Valentino had roughed him up. Husk didn’t shy away from the matter, moving down Angel’s body and determinedly licking and kissing at the bruised subtle curve of his ass with just the same soft attention as he’d done his throat.
But when he spread Angel’s cheeks to view the damage he sighed softly. Angel’s asshole was sore - he’d expected that if he’d taken a team of burglars and Valentino… but from the angry red of sensitive skin it looked like Valentino hadn’t even bothered to reapply lubricant. Dick.
“I can’t fuck you tonight, Angel.” Husk decided.
“I’m fine, Husk. Please…” Angel began, panicking. He was dropping him. Too damaged to fuck.
“What’s rule one?” Husk asked as a reminder.
“…no pushin’ boundaries.” Angel recited.
“Exactly. If I fuck you now, it’ll hurt. That’s not what I wanna do here. Especially not when you’ve been so good for me.” He purred. Angel scoffed.
“I ain’t fuckin’ done anything yet.” He objected, mildly offended. Talking about his day was hardly good behaviour.
“You followed my instructions, didn’t ya? That’s good. You’re doin’ well. Don’t worry, you’ll get off. For now lemme finish what I’m doin’ here.”
The sharp gasp betrayed Angel’s surprise as Husk bent and kissed his abused ring - more delicately than he had with his throat, for fear of hurting him. Husk began probing his hole lightly with his tongue. Licking all of his wounds. Angel’s elbows buckled, and he gave a whimper as he fell forward - face down, ass up. Husk held his hips steady to ensure he didn’t just collapse on to the carpet entirely, but he didn’t stop.
Angel had to admit he’d pictured his night ending in a gutter pumped full of cum and abandoned somewhere by some stranger, not with him sobbing into the carpet as Husk rimmed him to within an inch of his life. His tongue was a shade too rough, probably pleasant when he was unharmed but agitating the sore skin of his rim just enough that it hurt, somewhere between the edge of pleasure and pain. Angel didn’t mind. It kept him sharp, focused on what was happening instead of drifting away on the bliss. Good.
As far as he was concerned he didn’t deserve the bliss tonight.
Not after what he’d let Val do.
And just like that Husk moved on, sliding lower until he was on his own stomach, splaying Angel’s thighs and lathing the bruises he found. Angel hadn’t even realised he had bruises there until Husk began to kiss reverently at them, as though each mark on his legs was equally as intimate a place to lick as his ass.
With the final wound tended, Husk withdrew slowly, paws wandering the small of Angel’s back.
“On the bed.” He decided. Angel blinked slowly, coming back to himself.
“Thought ya said ya weren’t gonna fuck me?” Angel mumbled, not moving from his undignified position on the floor: he wasn’t sure he dared to hope that Husk would change his mind.
“I’m not.” Husk confirmed. “On the bed.” He paused to consider the worst of Angel’s injuries were on his back - the map of injuries suggesting he’d been fucked against something and then pinned to the floor. “On your side,” Husk settled on “facing me.” He instructed, sitting himself back in his seat by the bed and waiting for Angel to follow the order.
Tentatively, Angel got to wobbly pink and white legs and made his way over to the bed.
“You’ve asked me a few times…” Husk began, his tone changing from soft to casual as Angel got into position, as though he were telling a story. “What I’m into, what I like.”
“And you’ve never answered…” Angel reminded him.
“Never had cause to. Don’t generally like everyone knowin’ my business. But I’ll tell ya now… I like to watch.” Husk murmured, letting his dark eyes roam Angel’s figure. He’d done as asked, and was laying on his side, awaiting further instructions. “I’ve seen a few of your films, actually…”
“Oh yeah?” Angel preened, revelling in the attention. “Got yourself off thinkin’ of me?”
“No. Your films are crap.” Husk said simply.
“Hey!” Angel protested, offended.
“They are. Not my thing. I can turn on any channel in hell and watch some pretty twink get railed.” Husk shrugged. Angel paused: Husk had just called him pretty… “I like to watch someone let go. Relax. Lose ‘emself in that pleasure. Don’t think any camera’s ever caught that look on your face… so.”
Husk leaned back in his seat.
“You’re gonna get yourself off and talk me through it, and I’m gonna watch and learn. Figure out what makes you tick, what you like. What you actually like, okay? Turn your brain off, I don’t want what you think will work for me. The more I learn the better I can use it.”
“Kay.” Angel murmured, reaching into his bedside table to look for lube.
“No.” Corrected Husk. “You’re sore. No hurting yourself.”
“So you want me to fuck myself but you don’t want me to fuck myself?” Angel asked skeptically, confused at the order.
“You got a dick, don’t ya? Use it.” Husk growled.
Angel paused.
“I don’ think I can get off just like that any more.” He admitted.
“I got all night, baby.” Husk whispered. Angel shivered. Okay. Husk wanted a show… he could put on a show. He lay back into position, on his side, eyes on Husk.
Slowly he ran one hand up to his chest, fluffing his fur there for attention and feeling a thrill when he realised Husk’s gaze was glued to him. Knowing he was supposed to talk him through it, Angel began carefully.
“I like bein’ watched.” He explained - he had very little sensation there, given it was all fluff, but guys loved it, so in turn he loved it. “I like bein’ used. Wouldn’t’ve been so easy for Val to get his claws in if I hadn’t enjoyed it…” Angel mumbled, marvelling at the lust clouding Husk’s vision.
“I was gay topside.” Angel confessed, fingers finding his skin beneath his fur and touching himself slowly. Teasing himself by being under Husk’s eyes. “Wasn’t allowed to be. Wasn’t okay. Somethin’ shameful. Had to hide it…”
He let one set of hands trail lower, dancing over the small vee of his slim hips.
“I got here and I knew I was in hell. Deserved to be. But I coulda swore it was heaven. I didn’t hafta hide it no more. Men wanted me. They wanted to watch me. Wanted to fuck me. And I was allowed…” Angel murmured, coaxing his cock from where it remained hidden beneath his fur.
Husk wasn’t sure whether Angel just wasn’t turned on in his scenes or whether he was instructed to keep it tucked away, retracted like his extra arms, but in what little he’d seen of Angel’s filmography, he’d yet to see Angel’s dick. Not bad at all. Husk nodded approvingly in Angel’s direction as he took himself in hand and began to stroke slowly.
“Even after all this time it’s freein’.” Angel had a ‘sexy voice’, that he used for his scenes - it wasn’t present in that moment, replaced by a tone almost identical to his usual one, but slightly breathier. “To me there’s no shame in this. Nothin’ to hide. So your eyes on me like that, knowin’ I’m somethin’ sexy to someone not somethin’ disgustin’ to be hidden away… that works for me. That gets me hot.”
Angel began to pump his cock in his fist.
“You hard, Husk?” He asked, genuinely curious. The poor lighting and distance, combined with Husk’s dark clothes and closed off pose made it impossible to tell.
“See for yourself.” Husk spread his legs, leaving his body open and readable - as dressed as ever, but clearly hard as all hell beneath his pants. Angel mewled, satisfied that he was doing his job right, driving Husk crazy.
Husk had been following his own instructions too, watching and learning. Angel spent most of his work shifts being degraded when what he really wanted was praise, to avoid the shame that had hounded him in life. Husk could do that.
“You’re fuckin’ beautiful.” He insisted. Angel flushed deeply, his cheeks glowing beneath his fur.
Avoiding that comment he decided to focus on the large bulge between Husk’s legs.
“If I play your little game, if I be a good boy for ya… I get that, right?” He asked.
“Mmhmm.” Husk agreed with a nod. “Not tonight. But eventually.”
“I ever tell ya that cats are some of my favourite customers?” Angel asked, moving a second hand down between his legs. Husk watched it curiously, Angel toying with his own cock almost lazily.
“Why’s that?” Husk asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I kinda like the barbs.” Angel whispered. “Being held in place after, making sure I’m filled…” he moaned softly. “I’ve been thinkin’ about how you’d have me since the moment Alastor dragged you in here.” Angel confessed unabashedly - he was on his home turf, in his own bed, there was no shame in lust.
“And how would I have you, sweetheart?” Husk asked. Angel raised an eyebrow at sweetheart, but didn’t question it, instead he pressed a long fingertip against his own entrance and the reaction was instant.
“No.” Husk barked in reminder. Angel jumped and then whined. “I said no, Angel. Hands where I can see ‘em.”
“I can’t get off like this.” Angel complained, bringing his hands back within view.
“Yes, ya can. Think I can’t hear it in your voice? I’m doin’ jack shit here, you’re turnin’ yourself on an’ I am really likin’ what I see, so keep goin’. Keep talkin’. How would I have you?”
“First I thought I’d wanna really show off my skills. Impress ya. Ride ya. More I talked to ya the more I realised ya got control issues… ya wouldn’t let me ride.”
“I might.” Husk murmured, definitely interested in the idea. Angel in control sounded like a hell of a ride… so to speak.
“This my fuckin’ fantasy or yours? Shut up while I’m workin’.” Angel scolded. Husk almost laughed. Almost. He was mouthing off and behaviour like that wasn’t in keeping with the theme.
“Hell of a mouth on ya, we’re gonna hafta work on that, but keep goin’. This little scenario ya got in your head… how do I have ya?” Husk wondered, making mental notes.
“I break ya.” Angel whispered. “I’ve seen the way ya look at me. One day I figured that temptation’d just be too much… all that control you got goin’… you’d be powerless in the end. I’d run my mouth like always and one day you’d just… just snap like a twig, you’d hold me to it and bend me…” Angel gasped, his hand speeding up as he stroked himself “over your bar, fuck me right there in the hotel lobby.”
Husk hummed softly and ran his hand up his own thigh.
“Be lyin’ if I said I hadn’t considered it.” Husk agreed, pressing the heel of his palm against his crotch.
“It’s a good way to shut me up.” Angel murmured, having far more interest in Husk’s wandering hand than his own. Rubbing his own cock felt kind of good but it wasn’t enough… The idea of Husk touching himself over him though was thrilling, maybe jerking off over his body while he was on display. Angel shivered: the edge was right there he just couldn’t get over it.
“I’m not tryin’ to though, I want ya to keep talkin’.” Husk insisted.
“I get what yer tryin’ to do,” he sighed “but I can’t. I seriously can’t get off like this.” Angel whined in apology. “I’m a sex doll, I need somethin’ inside me to work…”
“Talk shit about yourself again and I’m callin’ it. Trust me, you can do it.” Husk insisted, inadvertently summoning Vox’s phrase and not helping Angel’s predicament. “So me an’ you, over the bar… snap decision, too much booze, too bad a night?”
“Mmmm.” Angel agreed - that sounded like how he’d pictured it. That Husk had considered it too… that he’d been the subject of Husk’s dirty daydreams… maybe he could work with that. He beat his own cock faster, as hard as he could without hurting himself as Husk had forbidden it, but as predicted even at maximum effort he couldn’t tip himself over the edge.
It was too much like hard work and he was close to crying with it. Not at being edged he could handle that, could go all night without finishing when instructed, but that he was going to disappoint Husk who wanted to see it. He just wasn’t used to cumming without prostate stimulation. Wasn’t like anyone played with his cock at work, and he didn’t bother touching himself there in his off hours any more. He’d lost the urge to long ago… and now the moment was here he couldn’t quite catch it. The promise of relief lay just beyond his fingertips and he wasn’t allowed to fuck those.
“Rough.” Angel panted, attempting to cling to the fantasy. “Fast and dirty. Might as well make it ah… worth the regret in the mornin’, right?”
Husk could see Angel was trying. He couldn’t hold it against him - he had been reprogrammed to respond to certain stimulus that he wasn’t getting. Seeing he was faltering, Husk changed tactic. Time to stop him talking and let him listen.
“Hate to break your little daydream but that’s not what’s happenin’. I’ll tell ya how this is goin’ to go down. Not tonight. Prob’ly not tomorrow if you’re still sore. But soon. There’s not gonna be a snap moment, no losin’ control… but it’s gonna happen. Careful. Thought out. When I’ve decided all the best ways to undo ya, I’m havin’ ya right there in that bed exactly where you are now.”
Angel’s eyes blew wide, letting himself latch on to Husk’s voice instead of the one in his own head. Much better.
“And if ya think I’m bendin’ you over the first time you’re a fuckin’ fool.” Husk watched Angel’s face and took notes. Insulting wasn’t good - Angel seemed to shrink away under it. Retreating. Right, strictly praise. “Not the first time, anyway. If I’ve finally got you I wanna see that pretty face as you come undone.” Angel’s back arched and he nodded.
Attention whore.
He needed validation. Husk could work with that.
“Can’t decide yet if that means I’m gonna fuck you on your back, with your ass lifted so you’re on display in front of me and I can reach your cock easily to play with it like you are now… yeah that sounds good?” He hummed, eyes on Angel’s spine that seemed to tense under the images being forced into his brain. Angel nodded furiously. Husk could have him on his back - he might even like his cock being played with if it was someone else doing it.
“Or if I want you on your side…” Husk growled, every word a promise. “Facin’ the mirror… so you can see how damn good ya look as I fuck you.” Husk explained, pointing at Angel’s vanity. Angel whined. The first sounded good. The second sounded better. “Like that idea?” Husk wondered.
“Yes.” Angel admitted. He liked watching his own films. Liked thinking of how many people had seen him naked, writhing, begging.
“Bet you’re stunning when you lose control, when you truly give in. How many people have ever seen that look on your face…” Husk wondered. It was a question Angel had no clue how to answer. Actual lovers? Unpaid? A handful, at most. All in hell, before Valentino.
“I don’t know.” Angel admitted weakly.
“Mmm… In fact given the state of ya… I’d say you’re almost there now. Should see yourself. You got a hand mirror anywhere, sweetheart?” Husk asked, looking around. Sweetheart again? It was almost jarring. Almost.
“There’s… there’s a compact in my purse.” Angel mumbled, a little distracted by the matter at hand, so to speak.
Husk located the pink clutch bag Angel sometimes carried around with him and dug out a small make up mirror with a pink spider web embroidered along the top. Pretty.
“Okay. Let’s get the angle right here…” Husk moved to sit on the bed, right beside Angel. Husk’s body heat so close to him was helping fuel the fire burning in Angel’s body. If he could just touch… maybe that would be enough.
Husk flipped open the mirror and held it over Angel’s head, the looking glass catching the pink lights from the bedroom before reflecting Angel’s face. Husk moved it carefully to obscure Angel’s soulless eye, making sure his yellow one was in frame above his open mouth. Angel balked.
He was used to being on camera fully made up. Beautiful. Pristine. Even when he was roughed up on set it was artful.
Not sweating and panting, looking a complete wreck on the edge of something real. But beyond the circle of the mirror Husk’s face was a different story entirely. Angel saw a train wreck, Husk saw beauty. A quick glance down confirmed Husk was still hard, still interested even when he wasn’t at his prettiest. Panicking a little, Angel flicked his gaze back up to the mirror and Husk’s face above it. Hunger. Desire. Attraction.
He’d lost count of how long he’d waited to see those on Husk’s face, long since stopped hoping he could evoke that response from the bartender.
Apparently what Husk liked was making a mess of him.
Whatever floats your boat, I guess.
“Cum for me, sweetheart.” Husk growled, setting a single paw on Angel’s thigh and it wasn’t his own hand that did the job but Husk’s. With only the slightest contact needed on the trigger, Angel was lost. The noise he gave was the least sexy thing he’d ever uttered, a yelp of sorts as he broke, achieving an orgasm without prostate stimulation for the first time in years. His back arched, his eyes closed and he couldn’t catch his breath, letting it crash over him.
That had been the look Husk had been hoping to achieve. Blessed relief finally evident on the spider’s face.
Angel whimpered, coming back to himself with his head swimming. That was new. When had his knees last knocked?
“Told ya that ya’d be a sight, Christ, look at ya…” Husk murmured appreciatively, squeezing Angel’s thigh. “Good boy.” Husk moved his paw up and stroked Angel’s hair, unsurprised when Angel pressed up against the contact like a pet seeking attention. Calm, for the first time since he’d got home.
“Stay there. I’ll be right back.” Husk said, the softness back in his voice.
“But… you didn’t…” Angel mumbled. He nodded down at Husk’s erection, having expected, at the very least, that Husk would get himself off over him. Husk only shook his head.
“Not tonight.” He insisted, disappearing into Angel’s bathroom. Angel couldn’t move, his limbs heavy.
When Husk returned it was with a wet flannel and a cup of warm water. Angel couldn’t even bring himself to protest as Husk swiped at the mess on his fur, cleaning off the evidence.
“Your pig’s hidin’ in the bathroom am I supposed to feed him or somethin’?” Husk grunted. Angel blinked sleepily.
“Mmm… Yeah. He knows to hide away while I’m workin’… I should probably…” Angel made to sit up and found Husk’s grip on his shoulders, preventing it.
“I’ll take care of it.” Husk insisted. “Stay down.”
Angel stopped resisting, permitting Husk to leave. It took a few minutes to wash the cloth and take care of Fat Nuggets, ensuring he had access to food, fresh water, and that the door was left open so he could return to the bedroom when ready.
Husk climbed into bed beside Angel who tensed slightly, cautious.
“How do you feel about kissin’?” Husk wondered, not hesitating to wrap an arm and a wing over Angel who stared up at the feathery canopy in confusion. How did he feel about kissing?
“Don’t mind it durin’, but it’s kinda weird after.” He murmured awkwardly.
“Noted. You wantin’ me to stay the night or just until you fall asleep?”
Again, Angel paused to consider. He wasn’t used to being given options.
“People’ll only talk if ya leave in the mornin’. Ya should be gone before then.” He whispered.
“Kay.” And that seemed to be the end of the discussion. Angel waited for another touch, another sign that Husk was going to get his, to take what he wanted from the deal. Nothing. He seemed perfectly content to simply lay there beside him with an arm across his stomach.
Angel chewed his lip for a long moment. He had to ask.
“…why tonight?” He wondered.
“Hm?”
“I musta asked ya to my room like fifty times. Ya never seemed that interested. Why tonight?”
“Well, when I first got here…” Husk said lazily into Angel’s shoulder, sounding tired. “I really didn’t like ya.”
“No shit.” Angel muttered: Husk hadn’t made much of a secret of that fact, had blown up at him on more than one occasion.
“Liked you a lot more once ya dropped the bullshit. Hell, we survived an extermination together - I’d even go as far as sayin’ we’re friends now. An’ tonight ya looked like ya needed… well, like I said, you ain’t the first friend who needed a hand windin’ down. Thought I could help.” Husk shrugged. Angel seemed to accept that as an answer and finally relaxed into the embrace.
“…Thanks.” He mumbled appreciatively.