Chapter Text
I will send out an army to find you
In the middle of the darkest night
It's true, I will rescue you -Lauren Daigle
Angel's hands fisted into the sheets, holding onto them like a lifeline. The rough surface of Husk's tongue left a trail of tingles behind as he licked his way up Angel's back. The cat's paws gripped his hips tightly, kneading him even as he held on. He could hear the rustling of Husk's wings as the cat groaned and rubbed his face into Angel's back.
The overwhelming mixture of physical and emotional sensations made Angel feel like he was on the best drugs of his afterlife. He wasn't sure if he could truly become addicted to this but he found it hard to care really. It just felt… Too. Fucking. Good. Husk's teeth sank into him, sending Angel over the edge. He cried out into his bed as he came. Husk stilled as he followed Angel into his own orgasm. The spider gasped as he felt Husk's pleasure as he emptied himself inside of Angel. He briefly wondered if that was what it was like for women, having orgasms one after another. He'd never desired to be one but he wouldn't turn down the ability to do that if it was an option.
Husk pulled out before laying on top of Angel. He continued to knead the spider's hips as he licked Angel's bitemark. Short little licks that stung slightly but Angel had learned it made Husk feel better to tend to the love bites. They'd spent most of the day in his bedroom, learning all kinds of things about each other. Angel had even learned something about himself that had initially surprised and worried him. He'd asked Husk to bite him. It had just kind of slipped out when he'd been close and his body's reaction to it had been immediate and intense.
They'd been so deeply entwined that Husk had felt all of Angel's emotions in that moment. He'd held Angel, asking him carefully about it. Angel was hesitant at first but eventually everything began to pour out of him. He'd told Husk all about Val. How it was his bite that had gotten Angel addicted to the moth. What it had done to him. How Val had used that to manipulate Angel into signing his contract. The desperation he'd felt when he'd realized he'd killed the source of his addiction. How, it was that venom that Angel had been detoxing from when he'd hurt Cherri.
Then Husk had done what he always did. He'd accepted what Angel told him without judgment, he'd reassured him that it was ok for him to like being bitten, and that there was nothing wrong with Angel because he wanted that. His body now had quite a few spots of evidence that Husk was happy to give him whatever he wanted.
Husk laid his head on Angel's back, sliding his arms under the spider in order to hold him close. The rumbles of his purrs already felt familiar to Angel. If he'd thought the cat was affectionate before… Husk was incredibly sweet and romantic. He never failed to show Angel affection after they made love. Neither of them had said out loud that they loved the other but now that Angel knew what that feeling was, it was impossible to deny that Husk loved him. He tried to recall the first time he'd felt that but he really couldn't and he was too embarrassed to ask Husk about it yet. Despite the fact that he knew, they hadn't talked about it. He wasn't entirely sure why he was so hesitant to voice it when they both knew that he knew…
“Baby?”
“Hmm?”
“We should really get up.”
“Do we have ta,” Angel whined.
Husk laughed. “We don't but I am actually afraid that Greta will fucking come in here if we don't eventually come out. Besides, your room stinks of sex. I think maybe it could use some airing out.”
Angel wasn't sure if Husk's nose was very sensitive or if he was just used to the smell of sex since he was so often around it. He didn't think the room stank but Husk was probably right about Greta. He sighed loudly, making sure to over exaggerate the sound.
“Fiiine.”
“How about a bath?”
“Mmmm. I could go fa one a those. Think we'll both fit in my tub?”
“Only one way to find out.”
Husk rolled off of Angel, climbing out of bed. Angel turned his head so he could watch as Husk walked away. His tail swayed back and forth as he made his way into the bathroom. Angel smiled at the cat's backside. His mood was so good right now, there wasn't much that could make it better, and he sincerely hoped nothing happened to make it worse. He sat up in bed as he heard the water turn on, and grabbed his cigarettes from his bedside table. Zoey would probably not be happy about all the smoking he was doing in his bedroom but he had spent a good portion of today entirely nude. He didn’t particularly care to get dressed every time he wanted one.
Husk might have a point about them needing to do something else though. They hadn’t bothered much with food all day and with all the physical activity he was actually pretty hungry right now. Not that they had spent all day just having sex. They’d talked about all kinds of stuff, napped a few times, even played some cards with the deck that was now Angel’s. He looked over at his nightstand. It was starting to get a bit crowded. The drawing that Husk had made of him still leaned against the lamp, the card he’d given Angel for valentine’s day stood next to it, and now the deck of cards lived there too.
Angel conjured up the photo he’d stolen in the human world, looking at it as he smoked. He couldn’t stop looking at Molly. He wished he could tell her about Husk. She’d been the only person he’d told about Alexei. Eventually. After the man had left him, after the drugs had gotten really bad. She hadn’t understood until then, and he’d wanted her to understand. Unsurprisingly, Molly hadn’t cared that he was gay. She’d been as worried as he was about anyone else finding out though. Henroin had kept the whole thing very quiet, none of the family in New York knew about what had happened in Vegas. His father’s treatment of him had only gotten worse though.
Still, he didn’t hate the man as much as he was hated by him. He loved all of his family, maybe not equally, but it was there. He had learned long ago to stop trying to get that love back from the men in his family. He didn’t need their love anyway. Not before and certainly not now that he had someone who loved him so fully. Someone who saw all the good in him and, while he didn’t excuse the bad, he accepted it. Angel set the photo down next to Husk’s gifts, leaning it against the wall. Then he put his cigarette out and made his way into the bathroom.
He grinned at the view in front of him. Vapors lifted from the hot water in his tub and Husk was already in it. His arms on the edge of the tub, his wings were partially open in order to lift over the side, and his head was leaned back with his eyes closed. Angel watched him for a moment, just enjoying the sight of his man. His. He didn’t care if Alastor owned Husk’s soul. The cat’s heart was his and Alastor could never take that from him.
He noticed Husk’s little smirk before the cat spoke. “You just going to enjoy the fucking view, or you planning to join me?”
Angel took two long steps and turned his back to the tub as he let himself fall into it. Water splashed over the edge and some even hit Husk in the face. Husk grunted as Angel fell on his lap, legs still sticking over the side of the tub. He grinned at Husk as he opened his eyes to look at the spider. Angel wrapped his arms around Husk’s neck, laughing as he kissed the cat. Husk’s hand slid across the back of Angel’s thighs, then he suddenly lifted it up, dislodging Angel’s legs. His body shifted entirely and his head slipped under the water before he could stop himself. He came up quickly to the sound of Husk’s laughter. He glared at the cat as he got his legs underneath him so he was kneeling in the tub, facing Husk.
“What tha Hell? Ya could a drowned me!”
“Fluff, you’re dead. You can’t die from a little water. Besides, I wouldn’t let that shit happen. And,” he pointed at Angel, “you started it.”
“Goin ta finish it too,” he declared.
“Don’t,” Husk warned.
His warning came too late though, as Angel had already shoved his hands forward, creating a wave of water that hit Husk directly in the face. Husk coughed but didn’t hesitate as he lunged forward, his wings spreading wide. Angel tried to back up but the position he was in didn’t really allow him to go anywhere so he threw all four hands up. Husk’s paws shot out, grabbing two of Angel’s in each one. He pushed them behind Angel as they fell backwards. Angel’s shoulders hit the edge of the tub. His legs were stuck under him.
Husk grinned down at him wickedly, his wings fully open above them. “Think you’re real cute, don’t you?” For a very brief moment Angel felt a strange sense of Deja vu that made his stomach lurch. Angel blinked stupidly at the cat, trying to place the feeling but failing.
“Uh… you’re tha one who said I’m cute.”
“Mmm. I did, didn’t I,” Husk murmured before he kissed Angel. Angel kissed him back but he couldn’t shake his sudden anxiety. Husk must have felt it too because he pulled away quickly, releasing Angel’s hands. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have grabbed you like that.”
“It’s ok,” Angel lied. He honestly wasn’t sure that Husk restraining him had been the problem. “I just got tha weirdest feelin. I don’t even know what made me feel this way.”
“That’s ok. Let’s just fix that feeling.” He held his hand out, waiting for Angel to take it.
He did, allowing Husk to tug him back up. The demon settled back into the side of the tub the way he’d been sitting before. Angel followed him, settling into the cat’s lap again, his back flush with Husk’s chest. Husk wrapped his arms around Angel, holding him tightly as he leaned his head against Angel’s. They were quiet for a little while as Angel’s anxiety leaked away into the steamy water in the face of Husk’s affection flooding his body.
“Do you have plans tonight,” Husk asked into the silence.
“Ya lookin at them.”
“I’d like you to go somewhere with me.”
“Where?”
“Do you trust me?”
Angel hesitated before he spoke. “Does it have anythin ta do with Al?”
Husk was silent for a beat. Angel could feel the twinge of sadness coming from the demon. “No.”
“Then, yes,” Angel replied quickly.
“You’ll come with me then?”
“Yeah. Why can’t I know where we’re goin though?”
“It’s a surprise,” Husk replied before kissing Angel’s neck gently.
“Mmm. Will I like it?”
“Maybe.”
Angel laughed. “Fine, don’t tell me nothin. Yes, a course I’ll go with ya.” His smile faded as something occurred to him. “We need ta talk though.”
“About what,” Husk asked, kissing him again.
“About us. Vox. Alastor.”
“I’m listening,” the cat said, pressing a kiss to Angel’s shoulder this time.
“I think it’s best if we don’t tell anyone about… this.”
Husk shrugged. “Ok.” He let his teeth graze Angel’s shoulder.
Angel shivered. “I’m serious, Huska.”
“I know, Fluff.”
“I don’t know what I’m goin ta do about eitha a them, but Vox will be fuckin pissed and Al will use it ta his advantage and I jus-”
“Fluff,” Husk put his cheek against Angel’s, “breath. I agree with you. I’m not blowing you off, I just agree.”
“Ya not upset about keepin it a secret?”
“It’s really not anyone’s fucking business, is it? I agree that Al shouldn’t know. I don’t give a fuck what Vox thinks, except that I don’t want to put more damn stress on you when it comes to him. Everyone else can go fuck off. What you and I do or have or feel is no one’s fucking business but ours.” He turned his face towards Angel, whispering in the spider’s ear. “You know how I feel, don’t you, Fluff?”
He could literally feel Husk’s love and lust leaking out of him. “Yes,” he whispered back as his face got warm.
“That’s all I need,” Husk assured him. He lifted a hand, turning Angel's face towards himself. “I can't control the shit Al does, but I would never hurt you, Angel. No punishment would be too much for me to fucking bear.”
“And I won't risk ya. I can't protect ya from Al, but I can handle Vox.”
Husk nodded. “I know you can.”
Angel searched the cat’s face. “Why didn’t ya tell me that Al was punishin ya?”
Husk’s gaze shifted. “You weren’t really in the mood to listen to what the fuck I had to say.”
Angel could tell, somehow, that there was more to it. “That’s not why. If ya would a told me, then I wouldn’t a been so damn mad. I thought ya didn’t want ta see me, that ya just didn’t care ta talk ta me. Not that ya literally couldn’t.”
Husk sighed. “And if I had fucking told you, then what?”
“Whaddaya mean?”
Husk looked back at him and Angel could see the sadness in his eyes, feel the quiet undertone of it in Husk’s touch. “You like to save demons, Fluff. You can’t fucking save me and trying would only end poorly for both of us.”
“What did he do ta ya?”
Angel felt his fear for just a moment. Husk really was afraid of Alastor, despite the fact that he never showed it. “Please don’t ask,” Husk said quietly.
“Ok,” Angel agreed. This wasn’t the end of this issue for him but he understood why Husk felt the way he did and he wouldn’t push, for now.
“Come on, let's get clean. I don't know about you but I'm starving.”
They took turns washing each other, which resulted in them taking a long time to get the job done. They didn't actually have sex but they were both quite aroused by all the teasing. Husk offered to clean up the floor while Angel disappeared into his closet to find clothing. He had no idea where they were going so he decided to play it a little safe. He pulled on some black leggings and a simple pink cropped sweater.
When he came out into the room, he paused. Husk was standing in front of his nightstand, holding the photograph Angel had set out. He could have sworn Husk looked shocked but then it was gone as he looked up at Angel.
“Where'd you fucking get this?”
“Earth.”
“Is this your family?”
Angel nodded as he came up next to Husk. “These were friends a my parents, but this is my family. Ma, pops, Frankie, Mols.”
Husk looked at him sharply. “I thought your brother's name was Francis?”
Angel blinked. He remembered Angel saying that once, off-handedly? “Well, it was but everyone called him Frankie. I called him Francis cuz he hated it and he was a dick.” Angel pointed to himself. “That's me.”
“You were a twin.” Husk said it with some confusion and Angel looked at him, confused as well.
“Yah, I told ya that.”
Husk set the photo back down. “Right. You did. Of course. I just… you two look more alike than I would have imagined.”
“Ya good, Whiskas?”
Husk took a deep breath. “Yeah. You, uh, look a lot different than I imagined.”
“Well, I ain't full grown there yet, ya know. I got taller, filled out more.”
“I'll say,” Husk murmured.
Angel laughed. “I meant when I was still alive.”
“You don't see a lot of blonde Italians,” Husk commented.
“True, but ma passed it on ta Molly'n I. Frankie looked like pops though.”
Husk studied his face, like he was trying to imagine Angel as a human. “What color were your eyes when you were alive? I can't tell from the photo.”
“Brown.”
“They look different shades in the photo.”
“They was. One was dark and one light. Ma used ta say they looked like chocolate and honey.” Husk didn't respond right away. Angel shifted under the cat's scrutiny, unsure of why he was looking at him so strangely. “What?”
Husk shook his head. “Come on, let's go eat.”
“Ok…”
Angel led the way downstairs. He couldn't shake the feeling that Husk looked like he'd seen a ghost but he supposed he had no idea how he'd react if he saw Husk as a human. It would certainly be strange, though he had a sneaking suspicion that he'd still find the demon attractive. The cat was entirely too smooth to have been ugly in life.
They found Greta in the kitchen. The old slug beamed at them when they walked in. “You alive!”
Angel rolled his eyes and sat at his little table. Husk made for the coffee machine but Angel stopped him. “Come sit down. Greta can do that.”
“So can I,” Husk argued.
“I'm aware a that. It's her job. I can mix a drink but ya don't see me comin behind ya bar and doin ya job fa ya.”
“You sit,” Greta agreed. “I make coffee.”
Husk sighed and sat down across from Angel. “I guess if you ladies are gonna fucking gang up on me.”
“Anton no lady!”
Angel smirked at Husk who shook his head. “Don't worry, Greta,” Angel replied. “Huska is very, very aware a what's unda my clothes.”
Greta made a noise of surprise. “Anton! You bad boy!”
“Ya hear that,” he asked Husk, before dropping his voice into a sultry tone. “I'm a bad boy.”
Husk laughed and leaned forward. “Does that mean you need me to punish you?”
Greta made a louder noise of surprise. “You both bad! No talking!”
“Uh oh. Now she thinks we're too loud. Ya know I can get a gag while we're out today.”
“Ahhh!”
Husk ignored Greta’s cry of annoyance. “Might not be a bad idea to have one at the damn hotel. We're lucky no one fucking heard you.”
A balled up towel came out of nowhere, smacking Husk in the face. They both looked down at where it fell on the table and then back at each other before they burst into laughter together.
“Bad, bad boys!”
Husk reached across the table, laying his hand out for Angel. The spider put his hand in Husk’s, feeling his own joy and amusement mirrored back at him as they connected. Husk raised a brow at him and somehow Angel knew what he was thinking.
“Yeah, I suppose we ought ta stop teasin her before she has a heart attack. Or pretends ta anyway.”
“Or she poisons our food,”Husk suggested.
“Or burns our dinna!”
“Hah. You no funny guys,” Greta informed them.
Angel gave her an offended look. “Husk happens ta think I'm hilarious. Don't ya, Whiskas?”
“Oh, absolutely, baby,” he replied, sounding awfully patronizing.
Greta laughed. “See? Anton no funny.”
“What tha Hell? I thought you was on my side?”
“I definitely am,” Husk agreed. “But I don't want burnt food.”
Greta laughed again as Angel flipped Husk off. The cat just lifted Angel's hand, kissing the back of it as affectionate feelings bled through. Angel’s face warmed under the cat's gaze. No one looked at him in quite the same way Husk did. It strangely felt familiar but he knew it wasn't because everyone in Hell only looked at him with lust. It wasn't that Husk's gaze never held that heat, but even when it did it also held softer things. As good as Husk was at keeping his thoughts and emotions off of his face, he was just as good at expressing them with just his eyes. Right now they very clearly said “of course I'm on your side, I love you.”
Angel's face got warmer and Husk smiled softly at him. Then Greta was there, giving them coffee and taking her towel back. Surprisingly she was fairly quiet as she made them food and they ate. He caught her watching them several times though. That was less surprising. He was sure she’d have plenty to say later.
After eating they took off, Husk insisting on flying them to their destination. Angel assumed the cat just didn’t want him to know where they were headed. Imagine his surprise when he recognized the spot they landed in, the same spot across the bridge he’d taken Husk to. The place they’d first flown together. He climbed out of Husk’s grip, a questioning gaze on his face, but Husk wasn’t looking at him. His gaze was beyond Angel. The spider turned to see what he was looking at and froze.
Cherri stood next to her bike. They’d built them together years ago, but where Angel’s had been repainted, Cherri’s looked the same, if a little worse for the wear. For a moment, Angel felt panic bubble up in his chest, but then it was gone. He relaxed as all the tension left his body. He didn’t feel anything as he looked at her.
“Hey, Angie.”
“Cherri. What are ya doin here?”
“I thought maybe it was fucking time for you to talk to her,” Husk replied.
Angel looked at him. “Why? I ain’t got nothin ta say.”
“Really, Ang? Nothing at fucking all,” she asked. He could hear the pain in her voice and for a brief moment he felt guilty, but then it was gone.
“I said everythin I had ta say five years ago, Cher. Ya shouldn’t have come here, ya shouldn’t be around me.”
“You can’t even fucking look at me, bitch?”
Angel spoke to Husk, ignoring Cherri. “I want ta leave. Please take me home.”
Husk shook his head. “Listen, you remember telling me that you asked Vox to do something to you after you hurt her, right?”
“So?”
“So, I think that’s why you want to leave. I know you miss her, I know how deeply you hate yourself for hurting her. You love her, Angel. Can’t you at least talk to her?”
“Husk-”
“You said you trust me, damnit. Were you fucking lying?”
“What? No.”
Husk grabbed his hand, opening his mouth to speak, but then he paused, looking at their joined hands. He looked back up at Angel’s face, peering at him. “What are you feeling right now, Fluff?”
Angel shrugged. “Nothin in particular, why?”
Husk lowered his voice. “You don’t fucking think that’s odd? Baby, I always feel something when I touch you. I don’t feel shit.”
He could feel Husk’s concern but he didn’t feel any of his own emotions. Huh. That was odd, wasn’t it? His head began to throb when he tried to think about it more. He pulled away from Husk, rubbing his temple with that hand. “I don’t want ta talk about this.”
Husk frowned at him. “I think I know what you fucking asked Vox to do to you.”
Angel frowned back. “How could ya know that?”
“You loved Cherri more than anyone, but you fucking hurt her. You sent her away, but I know you, you can’t write off the people you love. You don’t have that shit in you. You asked Vox to take that away, didn’t you? So you could fucking save Cherri from you. That’s why you don’t feel anything around her.”
A sharp pain went through his head. He put his head in his hands as he could suddenly see Vox in front of him, talking. Only bits and pieces came through the fog… You need to stop being so emotional… You need to make Cherri leave, for her own good… You'll encourage her to go… You will defend your choice…
As suddenly as it was there, it was gone. Angel's hands dropped, his gaze wasn't on anything as his thoughts raced. He really did ask Vox to take away his habit of caring too deeply for those he loved. It hadn't entirely worked, he'd still cared, he just hadn't really felt it. Hadn't Husk said Angel pretended he didn't feel things? He hadn't really been pretending, he didn't feel things. At least, he hadn't been until Husk had come along. He hadn't just pushed Cherri away, he'd pushed everyone. Even Nuggs.
He lifted his gaze to Husk, who looked very worried, his hands stretched out but not touching him. Angel grabbed Husk's hand, needing the lifeline he provided. He felt like the ground had tilted sideways and he'd fall without his anchor. Their magic connected and Angel could feel Husk's concern along with his desire to help. His calm energy felt like coming home. Husk stepped closer, putting a hand on Angel's face.
“Don’t be afraid. I'm right here, Fluff. I'm not fucking going anywhere. Whatever happens, I'll be right here. Always.”
Angel took a deep breath, nodding at the cat. Then he tugged Husk closer, kissing the demon deeply at first, but then he slowed down. He savored the moment with the man he loved. When he pulled away, he didn't pull back very far.
“Huska, I-I.” Love you. He wanted to say it but he found he couldn't.
Husk smiled anyway. “It’s ok, Angel. I know.”
He pulled away from Angel, turning the spider towards Cherri. She stood there, watching them with tears in her eye. Angel's eyes fastened on the choker she wore. It lay directly above where he knew her scar was. His chest tightened painfully and breathing seemed difficult. He looked back at her face as his vision blurred. She looked so unsure and pained that guilt punched him in the stomach. He'd only been trying to save Cherri from the danger he'd posed to her. He had forgotten that the pain of losing him wasn't something she could just have someone take away. He hadn't truly felt it all this time like she had.
He took a step towards her. “Cher. I'm so fucking-”
Angel wasn't expecting her to throw herself at him. She hit him hard, their arms wrapping around one another as Angel lost his balance. He fell on his ass, Cherri in his lap.
“Ow,” he complained.
“Shut up, cunt.”
Angel laughed as he squeezed her tighter. He'd missed her hugs. For years, they’d been the only ones he ever had. “I missed you so much, Cher.”
“Then why'd you fucking get rid of me?”
“I almost killed you!”
She leaned back, looking at him. “You're so fucking stupid sometimes. You were detoxing, you asshole. You're not always like that. I should have taken that damn knife away. I could have fucking listened to Greta. It was as much my fault as it was yours!”
“I'm not sorry I tried ta protect ya, but I am sorry I took ya choice ta decide away from ya. I should have trusted ya ta decide if ya should stay.”
She grabbed his face with both hands, squishing his cheeks a little. “Angie, I love your dumb ass but if you ever fucking pull shit like that again I will haunt your every fucking step.” She pressed a long chaste kiss to his lips and he laughed as she pulled away.
“It's a deal. I love ya, too, Cher,” he whispered.
“Good. Then you won't mind this.”
He opened his mouth to ask what, but she punch him in the arm, hard as fuck. “Ah, what tha fuck!”
“You deserve it. Asshole,” she said as she climbed to her feet, but then she offered a hand to help him up.
He took it, deciding that he did deserve that. He pulled on her ponytail as he came to his full height. “Ya know ya just can't live without me.” He indicated himself. “I am pretty fucking amazing, after all.”
She rolled her eye at him. “I see your fucking head is as fat as always.”
“Jealous bitch.”
“Dirty whore.”
They grinned at each other before looking over at Husk. He looked amused. Angel frowned at him.
“Hey, how did ya find Cherri?”
“I was given that information in the strictest of confidence,” Husk responded, that little crooked smirk on his face.
Angel crossed his arms. “Andre told ya, didn't he?” Husk didn't answer but Angel saw something pass over his face. “He did! I can't believe ya got him ta tell ya.”
“He didn't know where she was.”
“No, but he knows Vic is tha one keepin an eye on her. So, let me get this straight. Ya convinced not one, but two, a my most loyal souls ta tell ya where Cherri was?” Husk nodded. “Then somehow ya got Cherri ta trust ya ta come out here.” He glanced at Cherri who shrugged. “How tha Hell did ya do all that?”
“You know, Al doesn't keep me around for my bartending skills,” the cat replied simply.
“Alright, old man,” Cherri cheered. “Maybe ya aren't as useless as I thought you might be.”
Husk scowled at her but Angel laughed. He really had missed Cherri. In some ways her and Husk were very similar, and in others they were nothing alike. She was much more outgoing than Husk, louder and more vivacious. If Husk was like an anchor, Cherri was the wind in his sails. The path to adventure lay with her, while Husk was a port in the storm.
He looked at both of them. Husk's slightly grumpy facade and Cherri's wicked grin. He really hoped they were going to get along because he needed them both. He reached out, grabbing both of their hands. They turned to him, both of their faces taking on a more easy going smile. He hadn't thought he could feel happier than he had felt with Husk this morning. He was so happy to have been proven wrong.
“Let's go home,” he told them both.
~~~~~
Angel pulled a blanket over Cherri's sleeping form. She'd passed out on his couch not too long before, Nuggs nestled in her arms. He kissed her cheek before making his way to his bedroom. Husk had retreated to it a while ago. He'd tried to go home, to give Angel time alone with Cherri, but Angel had been very against that idea. He was thrilled to have Cherri there but he needed Husk in a different way.
He slipped underneath the covers to find two glowing eyes looking at him in the dark. Angel slid his body over the cat's as Husk turned onto his back. His hands went right to Angel's hips as the spider leaned down, his face close to Husk's. He whispered to the cat.
“I don't know what I did ta deserve ya.”
“You didn't have to fucking do anything, Fluff. You're worth a fuck of a lot more than you know. You're fucking worth isn't up for debate. It's infinite. It's written in the fucking stars. And it never gets to be determined by any motherfucker but you.”
Angel could feel Husk's certainty, his love. It lit up his insides. He didn't know how else to describe it. “Tell me. I need ta hear it,” he begged as he grabbed Husk's face.
“I love you,” Husk whispered.
Angel made a noise before he kissed Husk passionately. Their hands quickly began wandering, wasting no time in teasing one another. There was a sense of urgency to it he'd not felt before with Husk. The cat's wings closed around them, the tips of them brushing up and down Angel's body. Husk groaned as he gripped the back of Angel's leggings with both hands and unceremoniously ripped them open. Angel pulled away from the kiss and Husk immediately began nipping at his neck.
Angel reached two hands out, running his fingers through the feathers around him. The feelings pouring off of Husk filled him until he thought they might leak out of him. He couldn't think anymore. The overwhelming nature of their embrace drowned out any coherent thoughts except for one.
How much he loved Husk, needed him.
The rest was all sensation. Fur sliding together, teeth and claws scraping skin, the tingling feeling their touches left behind. The fullness of Husk inside of him as they shared in the feelings of pleasure and love that floated between them. Every sigh and moan punctuated their movements as they fell deeper into each other. Angel could feel Husk's heartbeat alongside his own, the two of them so in sync their hearts beat together.
When it was over, they lay wrapped tightly together. Husk's purrs and kneading hands felt so familiar by now that Angel wasn't sure how he was supposed to ever spend a night without them again. He knew that Husk didn't want Angel to save him. Likely the demon thought he had earned his place and Husk certainly wasn't a damsel in distress. It might be entirely selfish of Angel, but he didn't care. One way or another he was going to get Husk away from Alastor. He would figure out a way to truly make Husk his, no matter what it cost him.