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Anthony - no, Angel Dust - was definitely head-over-heels in love. How could he not be? He’d been living on the streets in Hell, having very little marketable skills besides being a drugslut, when he was Discovered, with a capital D! His angel, the one to find him, had seen him at a party where Angel was snorting as much as he could get away with while not paying. The first words had stuck with him.
“Ohhh, a pretty little spider partaking of some angel dust, hm?” The delighted, deep chuckle that had caught Angel’s attention made him cover up his drugs before looking up.
“Dis is my stu-” He cut off his defencive hovering when he finally took in who was in his business.
He was a big, rather gorgeous Moth Demon. A golden tooth stuck out, as did his four arms. His wings were wrapped around him like a robe, the distinct pimp aura he had going on attracting Angel Dust to him. A pimp was exactly what he’d wanted; they found a use for him in his life, why not continue it in his death?
“Yes?” the Demon had purred, a pouty Cat Demon woman on each arm. He was clearly amused, watching Angel with interest. His glasses slipped down on purpose so he could look past them at Angel. “You are a linda puta, no?”
Angel didn’t understand Hispanic or whatever the hell it was called. All he knew was that it sounded hot and like a major compliment.
Giving him a victorious little smirk, Angel had said, “I’m whatever ya want, Daddy~”
He’d snickered and replied, “Good answer, mi amor.”
Then he’d reached out and gripped Angel’s chin. A shock unlike any other went through Angel, a burning sensation on his wrist making his heart skip a beat. Angel immediately looked at his wrist and murmured, “No way…!”
On his wrist, bright as day, was a name: Valentino
Hopeful, Angel had looked up at the Moth Demon who was also looking at his wrist. It was obvious he wasn’t his worst enemy, his aura of sensuality winning Angel over, which meant he was his greatest love. The moth’s gaze had shot to his own partially-covered wrist before a toothy smile crossed his face.
“Anthony, hm?” His gold tooth had sparkled, accenting the perfect moment. For some reason, he had given Anthony a once-over like some kind of primo pet. Then he’d murmured, “I am going to make you a star.”
Now Angel was in a penthouse. He was in a penthouse, getting treated to some crazy high-class champagne and some pure cocaine. And the sex. Fuck, the sex…! Valentino was a sex god . God himself could fuck off as far as Angel was concerned. He would worship at Val’s altar until he was spent, then snort some coke and keep going.
Angel’s attention was caught by Val entering the room again, cigarette lit up as he sauntered over to him.
“My putita sucia, are you ready for your grand entrance into my studio?” Val purred.
“I’m ready for whateva ya got for me, ~Val~,” Angel lilted, winking and licking his lips.
“Ah yes! I had almost forgotten.” An arm reached out to cup his cheek and rub his thumb against Angel’s largest incisor. “As my darling little boyfriend, I would like it if you got a matching gold tooth.”
“Matching gold tooth?” Angel wasn’t a stranger to having his teeth pulled out, having ‘donated’ them in exchange for a hit when he was alive. He wasn’t sure how the tooth wouldn’t fall out when it regenerated.
Ah well. Wasn’t his problem.
“It is no issue if we wait, agujero,” Val noted softly. He leaned down, catching Angel’s lips and giving him a deep, luxurious kiss. “All I want you to do for now is perform like the actor I know you are. You can go on and think about it, darling. The stage waits for you.”
Angel gave him a warm, loving smile. He knew Val wasn’t lying. They were soulmates, after all.
The gold tooth hurt more than he expected it to. He had no idea what they did. It was PAINFUL. The dentist guy had joked about Angel being ‘another one?’ to which Val had shut him down HARD. It was reassuring, to see that Val loved Angel as much as Angel loved Val. Val might have paid for others to get dental work, but Angel was special. He got a gold tooth, and he was Val’s soulmate.
They were cuddling at the moment after a raunchy night of crazy sex complete with kinks that Angel would normally want paid to do. It was for Val, which meant that he would truly appreciate being indulged like that. They only stopped when the lube ran out and Val’s mouth and cock were dried up.
Angel was perfectly content with where he was. He’d finally found his soulmate. One that cared about him, that pampered him and made sure he knew how much he cared. Angel hadn’t felt anything as comforting as this since he was still alive, his sister fighting to help him get clean. It was naive of her to think that Angel would want to give up shooting up and fuckin’ to earn it. He hoped she was having a good time in Heaven.
“My perra araña crédula,” Val cooed, “do you love this life of ours?”
“More den anythin’,” Angel whispered back.
“What if I told you I never wish to be apart?”
Angel looked deep into his eyes. “I never wanna lose you.”
“Same here, mi amor.” He thought hard before a lightbulb seemed to go off in his head. “I have an idea!” Val turned to Angel and smoothly exclaimed, “How about we trade souls?”
“Trade…souls?” Angel felt blindsided. His soul was pretty much his only possession. He’d heard of people giving their souls away. For Val to ask for his soul was…crazy.
“Oh, do not worry, my pet!” He sat up in bed and propped Angel up to a sitting position. “You would give me your soul, and I will give you mine!”
Angel bit at his lip. “Ya promise?”
“We are soulmates, pequeño tonto. Do you not trust me?”
That was what it came down to. Did Angel trust Val enough to give him his soul? He’d get Val’s soul in return. Val had treated him so well…
It only took a few seconds to decide. “Yeah, I trust ya, Val.”
A pleased, saucy smile burst on Val’s face. “I am so happy to hear that! Now…” He whipped his hand into the air. A bright pink piece of paper appeared in his hands, glowing with Val’s magic. There was a whole bunch of writing on it, two lines at the bottom for names to go on. “My love, if you could sign the right side…”
Angel didn’t think to ask any questions. Val was his true love. He trusted him beyond anyone. Val handed him a fancy feather pen. Angel leaned over and repeated, “Da right side?”
For some reason, Val’s fingers tightened around the top of the paper, crinkling it somewhat. He answered as delightfully as he always did, “Yes! Make sure to sign it as your name on Earth or else it will be invalidated.”
That was all Angel needed. He signed his old name, the letters sparking as if on fire. Once he finished, the letters burned deep into the paper before Val rolled the contract back up.
Confused, Angel asked, “Weren’t ya gonna sign, Val?”
“Some other time, Anthony.” The way he said it made Angel’s stomach clench painfully, panic flooding him. Val got out of bed, slipping some clothes on as he said, “Now, it is time to get back to the studio.”
“You sure?” Angel crawled across the bed, fluffing up his chest fur and murmuring, “Ya know, we could suck each other’s dicks and-”
His eyes widened in shock as Val snapped an arm out, hand gripping Angel’s hard. As his wrist burned painfully, Val said, “You do what I tell you. I say it is time to open your holes, so that is what you will do!”
Angel’s grin was starting to fade. “V-Val, yer kinda scarin’ me here.”
“I will do MORE THAN THAT if you do not have your ass out of bed and down in the studio in the next five minutes.” Val tossed Angel away. “Get fucking dressed or so help me I will make that pretty little face so black and blue you will be unrecognisable to your whore audience!”
“I, I don’t get it.” Angel was rubbing the wrist where Val had grabbed him. “Val, we’re soulmates, why-”
The slap came from nowhere. No warning, a simple smack that would have loosened teeth if it’d been a few centimetres over. As the sting echoed through his face, Val hissed, “Be down there in the next few minutes or you will get more than that, pendejo.” A pink chain between Angel’s neck and Val’s hand appeared. The very appearance of it pulled at something in Angel painfully. “You will get in line, or you will hurt in ways you cannot comprehend!”
Angel stared, mouth agape as Val stomped out of the suite. What…what was that? Why was Val so upset? They were soulmates. Why…
His gaze ventured down at his burning wrist. It was weirdly the spot where his other mark would go, wh-
Angel froze as he stared hard at his wrist. A name had appeared: Valentino
He lifted his other wrist, his eyes darting back and forth between them. Dark as night, clearly legible, the name of his soulmate and greatest enemy were the same name. Valentino…he was his soulmate and…! A pit opened in Angel’s gut as he realised…!
What dumbass thing had he done?!