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You push your hand upon my neck and feel the pulse beat, beat, beat, beat - Simon Curtis
Husk pulled Angel back when he tried to get out of bed. The spider complained quietly but Husk paid him no mind as he rolled Angel towards himself. He buried his face in the demon's fluff, inhaling the scent of him. Husk couldn't get enough of it lately, truth be told. He hated every day at the hotel more and more. Having to stay away from Angel all day was driving him crazy. It was entirely fucking ridiculous as he'd never felt irritable about being away from him before, but he didn't feel too badly about it. Angel also seemed to be having difficulty with their daily separations.
It might make him an asshole but he was happy that Angel was struggling too. It made him feel better that he wasn't alone in the way he was feeling. He honestly wasn't sure if one of them was affecting the way they both felt or if they were just feeding each other's emotions. It became more difficult to tell as the days went on and frankly, he didn’t really give a shit. There was very little they could do about the whole thing now in any case.
It wasn't anxiety that filled him this morning anyways. He kneaded his paws into Angel's back, slowly moving them lower as he began involuntarily purring. Angel's answering lust came quickly as little moans of happiness filled the room.
“That feels nice.”
Husk rubbed his face up and down. “I can make it feel a whole lot better,” he offered.
Angel groaned. “I really want ya ta but I need ta get up. I need a showa and I'm starvin and we slept through my first alarm.”
“Tonight is a long way away,” Husk argued as he lightly raked his claws over Angel's lower back, eliciting a shiver from the spider.
“I know,” Angel whined. “Tonight I'm supposed ta take Cherri out ta Sinner’s too.”
“That's fucking tonight?”
“Yeah, I mean I could cancel…”
Husk shook his head. “No, Cherri needs your attention too. The two of you deserve some fucking fun together.”
“Well, Andre’n Petunia will be there too. You could always join us…”
“We’ll see,” he said as he sat up. “I actually have something I need to do, tonight is as good a night as any to get it done.”
Angel sat up quickly, anxiety pouring off of him. “Ya got somethin ta do fa Al?” Husk didn’t answer but he knew Angel could feel his guilt. He also knew that Angel was going to misinterpret it but he couldn’t correct him. “Are ya goin ta be gone fa a while again?”
“Come here, baby.” Angel crawled into his lap, his anxiety lessening as they made contact. It did not, however, go away. “I promise I will see you tonight, one way or another. I just don’t fucking know how late it will be.”
“Don’t promise if’n ya can’t keep it, Husk.”
“I wouldn’t. I will be here tonight. If I’m done early enough then I”ll come to the fucking club too.”
Angel laughed quietly. “Don’t sound so excited, Whiskas.”
Husk laid his head on Angel’s, inhaling his scent again. “I’m fine with it, really. It’s just been a long time since I’ve partied like you do. I can’t imagine what it’ll be like with Cherri there. She’s insane.”
“Andre will keep ya company. He doesn’t really party eitha.”
“And you make him hang out at a nightclub every day?”
“Oh, yeah. How horrible a me ta make him hang out with Petunia. I’m tha worst boss eva!”
Husk laughed before quickly tossing Angel over one shoulder and standing in one fluid movement. Angel gasped and laughed as Husk hopped off of the bed. As they passed the mirror in the bathroom he looked over to see Angel sticking his tongue out at the mirror. He reached up and slapped Angel’s naked ass in retaliation. Angel shrieked and squirmed, almost causing Husk to drop him. They made it to the shower though where Husk was able to set Angel down. The spider opened his mouth but didn’t say anything as Husk leaned in close, rising on his toes to put his face closer to Angel’s. He got very, very close as he reached around Angel… and opened the shower door.
He grinned at Angel’s pout as he pulled away slightly. Only for him to then move his body closer slowly, giving Angel nowhere to go but to back into the shower. The demon squeaked when his back hit the cold shower wall. Husk smirked as he shut the door and turned the water on. He knew Angel was only slightly annoyed with his antics as he could feel the spider’s lust still dominating his emotions. Angel pushed back, using all his hands to move Husk out of his way so he could be under the water. Husk merely let him have his way as he quite enjoyed watching the spider get all wet and soapy.
“Knock it off,” Angel demanded imperiously.
“I’m not fucking doing anything,” Husk retorted as he let his eyes roam down.
“I know what ya thinkin about. I can feel it.”
Husk laughed. “I love you but that sounds like a problem for you to deal with.”
Angel turned so he was facing Husk and put some hands on his hips as he continued washing his hair. “Huska!”
“Anthony!”
Angel scowled at him. “Stop that.”
“Don’t call me Husker.”
Angel made a dismissive gesture with one hand as he flipped Husk off with another. Husk ignored the movements in favor of continuing to ogle Angel’s naked body. It wasn’t his fault Angel could feel his lust. In fact, it seemed very convenient to Husk as neither of them had to ask if the other was in the mood. Frankly, at least one of them usually was and that always got the other one going. Sometimes it was surprising that they did anything else when they were alone. As he waited, his tail began to slide back and forth across the floor of the shower. Husk preferred to ignore his cat like nature most of the time but it didn’t make the behaviors go away. Today he was going hunting and his body knew it.
First, he was hunting his lover. Later he would hunt real prey.
As soon as Angel was done washing the shampoo from his hair, Husk acted again. He stretched his wings out around Angel as he took a few steps closer. The hot water Angel insisted on using didn’t really bother Husk though it certainly was much warmer than he would choose on his own. He groaned quietly as he stepped into Angel’s space and the water hit his body.
“Excuse me.” There was nowhere for Angel to go with Husk’s wings spread out so when he reached around Angel for the soap, his body was flush with the spider’s. He put one paw on the demon’s hip as he leaned around the other side of him. His movements were slow as he completed his task and part way through he let his tail wrap around one of Angel’s thighs. His tail feathers caressed the underside of Angel as his tail moved and Angel gasped, loudly this time. “Oh, sorry,” Husk murmured as he backed away with his prize.
“Husk!”
“What,” he asked, making sure he used an innocent tone.
“Ya not slick, I can feel how amused ya are with yaself.”
Husk lifted one side of his mouth, not trying to hide the lust in his eyes. “It’s not the only fucking thing I’m feeling.”
“I’m not fuckin ya right now.”
He shrugged. “I know.”
Angel narrowed his eyes but Husk just began washing himself. From experience he knew Angel would take longer to shower than he ever could. Torture wouldn’t get out of him all the products Angel used as he knew next to nothing about products. He knew how to pick a good cologne. In life, he’d known how to properly take care of a beard when he had one. Soap had always been good enough for him. It really didn’t bother him that Angel had whole beauty routines, the man obviously knew what he was doing. Husk just preferred the way he smelled at the end of the day when it was mostly worn off. Angel’s scent was better than anything from a bottle and lately he smelled even better than usual. Probably some new product that was altering the man’s base scent, so there was no reason to complain.
After staring Husk down for a bit, Angel moved onto some other portion of his showering routine. Husk left him alone although he did not stop thinking about having Angel right here and now in the shower. He’d respect Angel’s no but that didn’t mean he would stop lusting after the man. Or letting him know about it.
“But you are going to fuck me again? At some point?”
Angel paused, looking at him incredulously. “A course I am.”
“Oh good,” Husk said as he moved back into Angel’s space.
Without his wings in the way Angel had room to back away but he didn’t. Husk smirked as he reached around Angel to put the soap back. This time he was very careful not to touch the spider at all. He wiped the smile off of his face before he stood back straight, not wanting Angel to see it. Quickly rinsing himself off, while doing his best not to come into contact with Angel, he could feel the spider’s annoyance growing as he ignored Angel entirely. When he was done he gave Angel a quick kiss on the cheek before moving to leave the shower. Angel’s chest rattled, giving Husk a split second warning before Angel had him against the shower wall, the spider’s hands all over Husk.
“You’re an asshole,” Angel muttered.
“I know,” Husk responded. He only got the two words out before Angel kissed him and he put his hands on the spider’s ass. It was an easy thing to pull the spider against him, their wet bodies sliding against one another felt great. He gave Angel what he wanted for several minutes before he pushed the demon away from him. “You need to finish your shower shit.”
Angel scoffed at him. “Are ya serious?”
“Yes, you don’t have time for me to fuck you right now.”
“I really don’t care.”
Husk smiled as he pulled the spider against him again and put his mouth to the demon’s throat. “I know what you want. Can you feel what I want?” He ran his teeth over Angel’s neck, not actually biting him but merely teasing it.
“Yes,” Angel said breathlessly.
“Good,” Husk said before he licked Angel’s neck up to his ear where he could whisper to the spider. “I want you to think about that all day,” he confessed. “When you’re at the hotel I want you to think about my hands on you,” he said as he began to knead Angel again. “When you’re at the Tower I want you to think about my mouth on your body.” He nipped Angel’s neck, extracting a moan from him. “And when you’re at the club with Cherri I want you to think about how close you are to feeling my cock inside you. When I see you again, I want you to be desperate to feel me, to ride me, to make me cum with you.”
“Jesus fuckin Christ, Husk.”
Husk kissed the spider’s cheek gently. “I’m going to go get dressed now.”
It was a very dazed looking man he left in the shower which pleased him to no end. He dressed quickly before making his way downstairs where he knew Greta would have coffee ready. The smell of it had hit him the moment he’d opened the bedroom door. He was looking at his phone when he walked into the kitchen. It would benefit him to begin putting out feelers as early as possible. He’d always thought cellphones were really stupid and he had truly been fine without one. It was hard to deny their usefulness, however. Since Angel had gotten one for him he’d begun collecting his associates’ contact information. It had made a few things easier to his surprise and delight.
“Where Anton?”
“He got up late. He’s showering.”
Greta made a disapproving noise. “He keep doing that. Is no good.”
Husk accepted the cup of coffee from her as he leaned against the counter. “He’s fucking tired. So am I. It’s not a big deal.”
“Is all the loud sex!”
Husk spit out the coffee he’d been trying to drink and glared at her until she handed him a towel to clean up his mess with. “It is not from too much sex. Christ, Greta. That’s none of your fucking business, anyway.”
“Yes! But Greta hears if she does not want to! You need practice so much?”
“Oh, hah hah. I don’t think we need practice.”
“No.” Greta looked up at the ceiling clearly looking for the words. “I do not know what is saying.”
“What saying?”
“You must practice to have babies?”
“Oh my God, woman. There’s a slang for fucking that goes “practicing making babies” but it doesn’t apply to two men.”
Greta made a noise and waved her arm at him. “Is what Greta said. Close enough.”
“Uh huh. Anyway. You should learn better English.”
"Зачем мне это делать?" (Why would I do that?)
"Может быть, чтобы другие люди могли тебя понять?" (Maybe so other people can understand you?)
Greta waved another arm. "Может, им стоит выучить русский, чтобы понимать меня." (Maybe they should learn Russian so they can understand me.)
"Кстати, насколько хорошо Антон это понимает?" (Speaking of, how good is Anthony at understanding it?)
Greta laughed as she gave him a look of reproach. "Он понимает это достаточно хорошо. Он поймет, что ты говоришь." (He understands it well enough. He will know what you are saying.)
"Was ist mit Deutsch,” Husk asked. (What about German?)
"Er ist darin nicht so gut. Er könnte die Hälfte von dem verstehen, was du sagst. Es sei denn, du benutzt vulgäre Sprache. Diese Wörter mag er wirklich gern,” she responded, clearly amused by this. (He is not as good at that. He might understand half of what you are saying. Unless you use vulgar language. He really likes those words.)
Husk laughed at that. “Of course he does. Also, sein Geburtstag ist nächste Woche…” (So, his birthday is next week…)
Greta eyed him carefully. "Warum sind wir so geheimnisvoll darüber?" (Why are we being secretive about this?)
Husk gave her a lopsided grin. "Er weiß nicht, dass ich es weiß." (He doesn't know that I know.)
Greta’s eyes widened. "Hat er dir das nicht gesagt?" (He hasn't told you?)
"Nein, und das ist wirklich nicht sehr nett von ihm, oder?" (No, and that's just not very nice of him, is it?)
Greta laughed loudly. "Du bist ein sehr schelmischer Junge. Was hast du vor?" (You are a very mischievous boy. What are you planning to do?)
Husk shrugged. "Ich hatte gehofft, dass du mir vielleicht hilfst, das herauszufinden?" (I was hoping you might help me figure that out?)
Greta nodded enthusiastically. "Ich würde dir gerne helfen, etwas Besonderes für Anton zu planen." (I would love to help you plan something special for Anton.)
"Glaubst du, du könntest etwas machen, das wir woanders hin mitnehmen können?" (Do you think you could make something we can take elsewhere?)
“Ja.” She paused for a moment. "Weißt du, was er an seinem Geburtstag macht?" (Do you know what he does on his birthday?)
Husk shook his head. "Was meinst du?" (What do you mean?)
Greta looked apologetic. "Ich kann es dir nicht sagen." (I can't tell you.)
"Geht es um seine Schwester?" (Is this about his sister?)
Greta went to respond but Husk shook his head at her. He could hear Angel coming down the stairs so he sat himself at the table, getting a good view of the man as he entered. He’d continued with the business attire simply because he knew that Vox and Alastor found it more appealing. Most days lately he tended towards the masculine, knowing Alastor approved of it more than the feminine clothing. Today, however, he was in a gray pencil skirt that came just past his knees and a frilly white button up shirt that was definitely cut for a woman’s frame.
“Not feeling the pants today?”
Angel smiled at him as he set Fat Nuggets down. “I thought the skirt worked better for what I’m wearing underneath it,” he answered as he turned to get a cup of coffee.
“And what would that be,” Husk asked, intrigued by the teasing tone in the spider’s voice.
Angel brought his coffee to the table and sat as well, leaning in to whisper to Husk. “Nothin.”
Husk felt that promise in his dick. “I think I can work with that.”
~~~~~
Most of his day was long and incredibly boring, just like almost every day at the hotel was. Very little ever happened that Husk paid attention to. They never had new guests and usually he was the only one who drank during the day. He mostly watched the residents come and go, catching little bits of their lives. Niffty hung out with him sometimes when she was especially bored or wanted to show him new costumes she’d made for her roach puppets. He would dutifully give her simple compliments whenever she showed them to him. He had no issue with Niffty, despite the fact that she was definitely insane and was incredibly loyal to Alastor. He felt a bit bad for her sometimes, when she wasn’t being a complete chaos gremlin. It was easy to forget but occasionally she did or said things that reminded him of her own sad life, and how it had ended.
Pentious wandered around the hotel more than anyone else did. He seemed to always be looking for someone to talk to though no one really encouraged his friendship. They were mostly polite to him, Charlie was downright friendly, of course. However, no one really seemed to be there to bond. The man was entirely pathetic and most days Husk found his attempts at “being good” to be borderline pitiful. It was clear he just wanted everyone to like him. He knew that Pentious had originally come to the hotel at Vox’s orders, everyone knew. Except maybe Angel who had arrived after the drama. Now, though, the demon seemed to have switched his hero worship from the TV to Charlie. Which was probably for the fucking best. Charlie was just as pathetic as Pentious but at least she meant well. Vox never meant well for anyone except himself.
Petunia was rarely around, spending almost all of her time at Sinners. Vaggie and Charlie, though, were always around somewhere but they largely left him alone. Generally, Charlie was busy planning something or other and Vaggie was busy trying to keep Charlie in check. Today didn’t seem to be any different on the surface. Except he saw the looks she kept giving him and heard the whispers she thought he couldn’t. She knew. She wasn’t sure that Angel and him had known each other in life but she was very suspicious and was doing her damndest to convince Vaggie that she was right. He had decided to ignore the whole thing as addressing it would only confirm her suspicions but that became impossible when they approached him.
“Hey, Husk,” Charlie said cheerfully. She fidgeted some as she approached and he switched his gaze to Vaggie who looked like she thought this was a waste of time. Not that she would actually fucking stop Charlie from doing shit. She spoiled Charlie much more than he did Angel.
“What do you want,” he asked before taking a drink from his bottle.
“I was just wondering, um, if you and Angel have talked about your lives. You know, before you died?”
“Why?”
“Well, you know,” she hedged, “I thought maybe you might have discussed redemption and what brought you… here.”
Husk took another drink, keeping his face blank. “Nope.”
She didn’t appear deterred by this at all, her face taking on a look of determination as she sat at a stool. His wings rustled in annoyance but he said nothing else. “Can I ask you something?”
“You just did.”
“Oh, come off it Husk,” Vaggie snarled. “You’re being difficult on purpose.”
Husk rolled his eyes. “What,” he asked Charlie.
“Well, I was just wondering, you know, what your name actually is.”
Husk leaned forward, addressing Vaggie instead of Charlie. “Do you trust Alastor?”
Vaggie’s face wrinkled in annoyance. “No.”
“Do you think that I fucking trust him?”
Vaggie’s face turned wary. “No?”
Husk nodded. “Whatever the two of you think you fucking know, you need to leave shit alone before you cause problems.”
Vaggie studied him for a moment before turning to Charlie. “Come on, babe. Let’s go have some lunch and leave Husk to his work.”
“Oh, but he’s not busy,” Charlie argued as Vaggie pulled her to her feet.
“He really is. I’m sure he’s got plenty to do back there.”
Charlie’s shoulders slumped but she let Vaggie lead her away, shooting one last wistful look over her shoulder. Husk shook his head as they walked away. He was pretty sure Alastor wasn’t in the hotel at the moment but one could never really be sure with that asshole. He really fucking hoped the demon wasn’t around though. Charlie’s incessant need to butt in was going to fuck with Angel’s plans if Alastor found out what she thought she knew. Hell, it wouldn’t be good for him if Alastor found out and confronted Angel. The spider still had no idea that they had known each other in life. Nevermind that Husk was apparently the only man he’d loved before he died, seeing as he had died shortly after they separated.
He hadn’t really meant to eavesdrop on Angel and Charlie the other night. When he saw them in the garden together he’d landed on the roof, trying to stay out of Charlie’s sight. At first, he thought Angel knew he was there but he’d eventually realized he did not. Apparently, his senses didn’t extend that far away. Angel hadn’t noticed the last time he’d been on his roof either. Solid objects must have some sort of affect on his ability to notice someone.
In either case, he felt bad about the whole thing. Angel had clearly felt his emotions despite not seeming to realize they weren’t his own. He knew that it made him some kind of bastard to not tell Angel who he was but he couldn’t. Sure, Angel loved him now but would he if he learned the truth? Angel was under the impression that Alex had left him of his own free will. Something that had left deep scars on his psyche and wasn’t even true. If he told Angel and the demon didn’t believe him… Husk would lose the best thing in his miserable existence. The only thing that meant anything to him. He was just too selfish to risk it. Not to mention, he did not want Alastor to know their history. No good could possibly come from that.
Husk pulled the Chester’s chip from his pocket, inspecting it for a moment before he began absently flipping it back and forth across his fingers. He made it disappear and reappear several times as he contemplated everything he’d learned from his associates today. He was as ready as he could be for the hunt tonight. His tail waved back and forth slowly as he thought about his prey. It was about time he finally took care of the man. Husk enjoyed the hunt, no matter the prey, but tonight’s hunt would be extra satisfying. He could feel his heartbeat steadily climb as he thought about it. It was true that he wasn’t the same demon he’d been during his overlord days. Most of the time.
Addiction was a funny thing. He considered himself an addict, the same as Angel. Their difference was merely in their choice of vices. Angel had turned to sex and drugs in his addiction. Husk’s addiction wasn’t really the alcohol. It was the gambling and the hunt. The thrill he got from those activities far outstriped the need to drink. Gambling had been soured for him when he’d lost his soul to Alastor but hunting had never lost its occasional appeal. It wasn’t something many realized affected him in the way it did. They were in Hell, after all. Many demons enjoyed violence and fucking.
Husk had thrived on it. Hunting got his blood pumping in a way that few other things did. He could redirect those urges into other things sometimes. Getting shit faced, for instance. It wasn't exactly the killing or the sex that were the draw for him. There was little difference between hunting for violence or hunting for lust. It was the thrill of the hunt itself that really did it for him. It wasn’t something he was proud of. He was well aware of what it made him but it was what it was. He kept it in check. Working for Alastor gave him an occasional opportunity to indulge but tonight wasn’t at Alastor’s command. Tonight was for him. And the man he loved. His thoughts turned from bloodlust to simple lust and he pulled his phone out.
I hope your day is going better than mine, Fluff.
I hate doing the books. Math is stupid and boring.
I’d rather be doing almost anything else.
Why don’t you have someone else do it?
Because I like to know that I’m not getting fucked over by anyone.
Well, maybe you just need a little distraction?
Like thinking about how it feels when I slide inside of you.
That ain’t helpful…
But do go on.
Husk laughed, amused with himself. Sometimes Angel was unpredictable but sometimes he was incredibly easy to predict.
Are you alone?
I mean, kind of? No one’s here at the moment but it’s not actually my office.
So lock the door.
Why?
I’ll tell you if you lock the door.
Angel didn’t respond for several minutes but Husk wasn’t worried. He knew the spider’s curiosity would win out in the end.
Now what?
I want you to touch yourself. Not your cock though.
Rub your pussy for me.
That’s… oddly specific. Why?
Because a hard cock is difficult to hide in a skirt with no panties.
But a wet pussy?
No one will notice.
I… can’t argue with that logic.
Unless it makes you uncomfortable?
No. It’s just that I ain’t never touched myself like that.
Just imagine I’m there with you.
Gently rubbing your clit with a little pressure.
I like the way you reacted when I touched you.
Your breathless little noises made me so hard.
Yeah?
Oh yeah.
I know you could feel how much I enjoyed it.
I felt how much you enjoyed it, Fluff.
Tell me how it made you feel.
You know how it made me feel.
Tell me anyway.
Desirable. Overwhelmed. Accepted. Loved. Desperate.
You are desired, accepted, loved.
And I love when you’re overwhelmed and desperate.
I love feeling how much you want me. How much you need my touch.
I love your hard cock or your wet pussy, knowing it’s all for me.
Husk…
Yes, baby?
I want you to fuck me.
I will. Later.
Right now I just want you to touch yourself.
Let that build up happen.
Feel the pleasure of it as you get close.
And then stop.
Don’t cum. I wanna be there when you do that.
You’re fucking killing me.
Maybe. But what a sweet way to go.
And later, when I fuck you. Just imagine how desperate you’re going to feel.
I can’t wait to experience that with you.
~~~~~
Angel wasn't the only one who could be very quiet. Husk might lack the ability to magically disappear but his demon body was made to be a silent predator. It amused him that Angel had some way of counteracting his skills. Most demons did not possess such abilities. The roof he was perched on gave him an open view of the building across the street. His prey was in that building. The irony of it all wasn't lost on him.
The House of Virtue.
It was one of Angel’s brothels. The fact that this demon frequented such a place was hilarious. He wished he could tell Angel about it. He wouldn't though. There was no guilt about what he was about to do but there were several reasons that he wouldn't be telling anyone about it.
He kept low as he moved from rooftop to rooftop, circling the building. Husk could fight at a moment's notice, he wasn't limited by a need to have a plan, but sometimes a plan was required. He could have easily killed his prey anywhere but he didn't want anyone to know he'd been the one to do it. He located the window he needed and crouched at the edge of the building he was on. His wings remained closed but his tail languidly swung back and forth. His body held tension, not from anxiety but anticipation. The chip was out again in one hand, flipping through his fingers slowly as he waited. Sure enough, the light in the room came on, illuminating the space like a beacon.
Through the gauzy curtains he could see the man and woman enter the room. The thin curtains' red shade cast a bloody overtone to all he viewed. The man wasted no time in putting his hands on the woman. Husk didn't look away as their clothes came off. It wasn't voyeurism on his part, he wasn't watching them because it turned him on. On the contrary. His heart rate slowed as he observed his prey unseen. A brief hatred surfaced but he pushed it down. Emotions weren't needed here nor would they be helpful. He could indulge when the time came but now was a time of caution. A time for waiting. He didn't move the entire time his prey was balls deep in the hooker. The lady, as Angel preferred.
It was only his love and respect for Angel that kept him from just killing them both. The woman was unlikely to be much of an issue for someone with his skills but Angel would be devastated if he killed her. Not to mention pissed that someone had killed one of his people and he really didn’t need Angel to take a keen interest in what was about to happen. It was the opportune time to ambush his prey but Husk didn't need the advantage. Not for something like this. He might not be the powerful overlord he'd been once but he retained enough power to accomplish a great many tasks for Alastor. Normally he wouldn't worry about Alastor knowing he was killing for his own pleasure but he couldn't risk him knowing this. As long as Husk wasn't stupid then Alastor would never even know to ask. He was a bit concerned that Vox would know but it was a risk he would have to take. He'd done his best to stay out of view of any cameras ever since Cherri had told him about the overlord's ability to see the city. Tonight he'd been extra careful but it was still hard to say. Cameras were everywhere and drones weren't uncommon. He'd always tried to avoid those damn annoyances but ever since he'd found out that they were Vox’s eyes he'd begun taking them out. Not that he went out of his way to hunt them down but when the opportunity arose he never hesitated.
Eventually the woman opened the window and lit a cigarette. That was Husk's signal. He slid the chip back into his pocket as he spread his wings and lifted himself high into the air above him. Then he opened them fully and let himself quietly glide towards The House of Virtue. He landed silently, digging his claws into the brick wall. Below him the woman's head stuck out from the building. She was leaning on the sill as she smoked. He couldn't have asked for a better position honestly. He crept down the wall, his wings partially open so they could help him balance. It was so easy.
When he was close enough to smell her smoke he paused in his climb and tensed his body, listening. He could hear the rustle of another person in the room, likely his prey was getting dressed. Husk’s body wiggled into just the right position before he pounced. In a blink he was on the woman, shoving his magic into her. She went limp in his arms, which he tightened to stop her from dropping. He'd already surveyed the room so he knew that the demon's back was to him. Stepping over the edge of the window and into the room, he very quietly laid the woman's body on the floor. She wasn't dead. At most she'd have a headache when she woke. He tensed again as he stalked towards the man’s back. Seconds before he pounced on the man's back, he turned around. Not because he'd known Husk was there. The surprise in his face was very clear.
Husk lept, claws out. He hit the man hard, knocking him from his feet. He was a large man, not taller than Husk but certainly beefier. Husk lashed out with his claws as they fell. He only landed one in the face but his other hand landed just fine in the demon's chest. The scent of blood filled his nostrils as he opened four jagged tears in the man's flesh. The large man was much more dexterous than he would have thought. It was a miscalculation on his part.
So he was surprised when the man managed to get his legs between them as they fell. The force with which he hit the wall left a dent. Little bits of it crumbled all around him as he stared in hatred at the man. He was a spider, of course. Angel clearly didn't get his looks from the man though. Even in death they looked nothing alike. Angel was beautiful. His lanky body had such appealing curves. Henroin looked as though life has fucked him hard. He really hoped it had. A wicked smile warped his face. It was irrelevant now because this was where it ended for the bastard.
“Who tha fuck are you?”
“Hard to recognize an old friend in Hell isn't it?”
Henroin put a hand to his chest, pulling it away to look at the blood that covered it. “Do ya think I'm so easily dealt with? Ya goin ta have ta do betta than this.”
Husk didn't lose the smile as he spoke. “We'll see about that. But aren't you the least bit curious who I am?”
Henroin scoffed. “Not really. Ya just anotha punk whose motha I probably fucked in life’n now ya think ya hot shit. Why don't ya come’n try ta finish tha job?”
“I'm the man who loved your son.”
Henroin's face took on a mask somewhere between hatred and disgust. “Alexei Petrov.” He said it with utter disdain, sneering at Husk.
Husk leaned casually against the wall, giving an air of relaxation. “Oh, you remember me? How sweet of you.”
Henroin pointed a finger at him. “You ruined my son!”
“No. You didn't need my help with that. You did that just fine on your own.”
“I should have killed ya myself! You disgustin fag.” Spit flew from the demon's mouth as he yelled but he didn't seem to notice the blood mixed with it.
Husk noticed it, grinning even wider as he taunted the asshole. “Couldn't stand to see him happy could you? Did it kill you that while he never loved or respected you , he would have done anything for me?”
Henroin growled as he threw himself at Husk. He wasn't as fast as Angel though. Husk easily dodged the demon, slipping behind him as he hit the wall in order to land two more sets of claw marks across his back. He hopped backwards, using his wings to propel himself out of reach again. Henroin turned to face Husk, coughing up blood as he did so. He ignored the blood leaking down his face as he regarded Husk again, absently putting a hand to his chest.
“My son respected me. He did what he was told until you came along! Warpin his mind, convincin him it was ok ta live like that! He had a future and ya stole it from him. He neva would a died if he hadn't met you.”
“Maybe,” Husk agreed. “But he definitely wouldn't have lived either. I didn't make Anthony who he is. I just let him be himself. I accepted him. You never fucking did, motherfucker. You drove your son away and you killed him when you took me the fuck away from him. You don't even deserve an afterlife, you piece of shit.”
He watched dispassionately as Henroin coughed up more blood. “What tha fuck?” The spider looked at his chest, noticing what the wounds actually looked like for the first time. The jagged rips were inflamed and weeping pus. The one on his face was as well, though it was barely anything compared to his infected chest. He was already dead, he just didn't realize it yet.
“Not feeling too well there?”
Henroin staggered away from the wall a step, putting a hand to his head as he shook it like he was trying to dislodge something. Husk whipped a card out, shattering the light above them. He heard the glass tinkling as it hit the floor. In the darkness of the room he slid into the shadows. Henroin swore as he moved away from the wall. Husk moved past him, not hiding the sound he made as he quickly circled the demon. Henroin swung towards the noise, nearly tripping over his own feet. Husk could kill him now but where was the fun in that? He couldn't escape the fact that he was a cat and playing with his food was just good entertainment.
He herded Henroin this way and that as he moved around in the darkness. The stench of the wounds mixed with the spider’s sweat as he stumbled around in the dark. Husk could hear him breathing harshly in the void. His breath became faster from the fear and rougher from Husk's magic. The wounds were festering from infection which was entering the demon's bloodstream. Sepsis caused all kinds of nasty symptoms. Dizziness, fever, chills, and fatigue hit you shortly after breathing became irregular. It was the alteration to his mental state that Husk was relying on though. Delirium and hallucinations came in quickly, aided by his magic. It was generally disorienting and terrifying for his prey.
Fucking with him in the darkness while the man quickly began to panic was just for the fun of it. This man had terrorized Anthony in life and had ruined Alex's life. Not to mention causing the death of his son. Angel said he got careless and overdosed. That sort of thing happened but Husk knew he'd really just given up. He remembered what it was like for Anthony. Knew the drugs for the escape from his forced life that they had been. A life this man had shoved down his throat against his will. Loving Alex hadn't gotten him killed. The lack of love from his father had.
Henroin finally fell to his knees in the dark and Husk was on him in a flash. He kicked the man onto his back before sitting on his chest. He reached out with one hand, wrapping it around the demon's throat and letting his claws dig in as he crushed the windpipe. He didn't want to hear anything else from the bastard. He leaned close, watching the reflection of his glowing eyes in the demon's many eyes.
“You will die knowing that I found him again. Everything you ever did to separate us failed. He still loves me. He still warms my bed. We will spend eternity together while you fade from his memory altogether. Someday he will no longer think about you at all. He will forget how you made him feel unlovable. He'll stop thinking about what you might think of him. You'll fade into obscurity while I live beside him basking in the light of something beautiful. And I will have won,” Husk vowed.
He reached into his pocket, plucking the chip from it. He held his hand out as he pushed his magic into the disk. It melted into the Angelic blade Angel had given him. It was simple to slip the blade between some ribs and pierce the heart. The beat of his pulse in his neck slowed and stopped. Husk pulled the blade free and carefully licked the blood from it. Then he concentrated his magic again, trying to replicate what Angel had done. He was right, it wasn't difficult to do.
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The beat of the music in the club could be felt in one’s bones. He was drawn through the press of bodies, like an arrow from a bow straight towards his target. When he got close, he veered off, circling his prey. He used the pulsing lights and press of bodies to hide right in front of the man. He'd been noticed, of course, but it would be impossible to follow his every move in the crowd. Several times, he got close enough to run a hand across flesh or fan his tail across the back of a thigh.
Every little thrill of excitement urged him on. Until he finally pressed himself against Angel's backside. The spider wasn't in his business attire any longer. The tight, short dress he wore was even better. In the close press of bodies, all drunken demons lost in the fervor of the atmosphere, no one noticed as Husk slid his hand up the inside of Angel's thigh. He was wet, just like Husk hoped he would be. Angel leaned back against the cat, lust overwhelming him as Husk teased him. He couldn't hear the spider's noises over the music but he knew what they sounded like. Angel turned suddenly pressing himself to the cat as his mouth found Husk's. He lifted Angel up, wrapping the spider's legs around him.
No one seemed to give a shit as they made out on the dance floor. Husk could taste Angel’s alcohol laced kiss mixing with the salty tang of blood that was still in his own mouth. Angel ripped his face away to talk into Husk's ear.
“Take me upstairs,” he demanded.
Husk obliged. He took them to the first empty room he found, dumping Angel on the bench in the middle of the room. “Stay here,” he ordered before closing the door and turning back to inspect the room.
He couldn't see it but he knew there was a camera in this room. That wasn't what he was really looking for though. He idly moved over to the wall, aware that Angel was watching him, and removed several lengths of rope. He felt the thrill that pulsed through Angel before he even saw the look on his face. He quietly moved behind where the spider was sitting and wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him roughly backwards until he was at the edge of the bench. It was impossible not to bury his face in the spider's neck, inhaling the scent of him. He'd waited all day to do this. He might feel drained but there was no way he was going to let that hold him back.
He moved his arm from Angel's waist up to his neck. He could feel the spider's pulse as he gripped his neck and pushed his hand up, forcing Angel's head backwards. Angel made a noise, not quite a moan but almost. Husk ran his nose up the side of Angel’s neck to his jawline, where he scraped his teeth against the spider's flesh.
“Don't move.” He released his grip on Angel in order to begin tying the rope around his top wrists in a single column tie. When he was done with that he turned Angel's body so he was laying down on the bench. Then he lifted the demon's hands above his head, securing the rope to the bench. He made quick work of the bottom set as well, tying them off to the sides of the bench as he teased Angel with his tail.
Angel was quiet as Husk worked, his breathing steady but faster than normal as the anticipation grew. Once he was secure Husk leaned over, kissing Angel deeply for several minutes. When he was satisfied with that he pulled away slightly.
“We're not at your place. No one here will care how much noise you make and I want to hear your fucking screams.”
Lust filled Angel to the point that Husk felt nothing else coming off of him. He moved to the other end of the bench, roughly pushing Angel's dress up before he buried his face in between the demon's legs. He wasn't slow or gentle as he sucked and licked and tasted Angel. He moaned in delight as Angel squirmed and gasped and swore. Before long he slid two fingers inside. Angel cried out as Husk fucked him with his fingers. The music penetrated the walls from below and Husk's rhythm synced with it. Angel's breath came quickly and Husk moved his mouth from pussy to thigh where he sank his teeth into flesh. Blood filled his mouth for a second time tonight but this time it wasn't in a silent room with a dead man.
Angel didn't hold back, his cry of ecstasy was loud and so damn hot. He licked the wound before he resumed his meal. Angel's sweet taste mixing with the tang of blood made his cock stiffen painfully. His movements became swift as he brought Angel close to the edge before he pulled away. For a moment he simply watched Angel squirm, rubbing his legs together in an attempt to create the friction he sought. The spider's face was the perfect picture of desperation, his eyes pleading with Husk to finish the job. Angel, the powerful overlord who could easily beat him if he wanted to…
The knowledge that Angel willingly put himself under Husk's control today made him feel powerful himself. He watched the look of relief that came over Angel’s as he buried his cock inside the spider. He felt it through their connection too. It was brief as he set a punishing pace, Angel's body quickly tensing again. Angel grabbed the ropes with his hands, holding onto them as he drew close again. Husk wrapped a paw around the demon's neck, turning his head to the side as he bit the demon. Angel screamed as he came, Husk felt the pleasure of it but didn't slow. He wasn't satisfied with only coaxing one orgasm from Angel.
Angel's movements became more wild as Husk made him cum, not once but twice more, biting him each time. Angel's screams had turned to vile curses that he threw at Husk. Greta would have had a heart attack if she heard him. Husk was merely emboldened by them, grinning as he finally came. He nipped at Angel's neck once more before he began licking the wounds. His loud purrs could be heard over the music as he began untying Angel. The spider's limbs wrapped around him as their mouths connected again. He'd let the spider rest for now but he wasn't done with him tonight. Blood still pumped hard through his veins from his hunt earlier and he couldn't think of a better way to work off that excess energy than pleasuring Angel all night. If it just so happened to get caught on camera, he wasn't going to complain.