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It all started with that weird wine Charlie bought to toast the hotel's Grand Re-Opening. Husk poured half a wine glass for everyone (except Niffty, who didn't notice when he swapped to sparkling apple juice for hers) to toast with. They all raised their drinks toward the ceiling as Charlie proclaimed "To the new Hazbin Hotel! And hopefully to redemption!"
Looking at the bottle, Alastor turned to the princess "So, where did this concoction we're celebrating with come from, my dear?" asked the Overlord.
"Oh, well, this soon after extermination only Hellborn-owned businesses are open and there's one not far from here that specializes in food and beverages imported from other rings that was having a sale," Charlie replied.
"Other rings?" smirked Angel, "so we could be drinking wine made from The Grapes Of Wrath?" he giggled.
Confused, Charlie responded, "Um actually, grapes mostly grow in Gluttony, Wrath deals more with grains and vegetables in terms of crops."
"It was a joke, Char, there's a book that's pretty well-known on Earth called 'The Grapes Of Wrath'," the spider dead-panned.
The other former humans (except Alastor, who had died before the novel's publication) all nodded.
"Can you believe this," Angel griped to Husk, "the one time I make a non-sexual joke and it falls flat! Now do you understand why I stick with what I know?" he whined exasperatedly.
"For what it's worth, I got it and found it pretty funny, you apparently just didn't hear me chuckle over Charlie talkin'," the winged cat re-assured, patting him gently on the shoulder.
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The drinks were quickly finished and the assorted demons, angels, and the half-demon half-angel, exhausted from the re-building, started to head to their new rooms. "I'm taking Nuggs to my room tonight, okay Angie?" Cherri Bomb asked her best friend, needing the pig as an emotional support animal to help deal with the complex storm of emotions left behind after Sir Pentious declared his love for her, kissed her and then went and got himself killed trying to take out Adam.
"Sure, Cherr, I can handle myself for a night, you need him more right now," Angel Dust replied , patting the cycloptic bomber-arsonist comfortingly on her shoulder.
"Thanks," she muttered heading toward the stairs. Once she was about halfway up, she paused and turned to the spider, "Hey, um, don't take too long, you never know what tomorrow might bring," she said looking past him at the portrait adorning the lobby wall, her eye then shifted to the bar (and especially the bar tender behind it.) "It's no fun not knowing what could have been, ya know?" After saying her piece, she seemed to realize what she'd said and quickly made her way up the rest of the stairs, disappearing into the hallway.
Shaking his head at his friend's strange behavior (and chalking it up to a mix of tiredness and grief) the porn-star turned towards the bar and called out to Husk "Hey, I'm still a bit too hyped-up to sleep, wanna stay up with me for a bit?"
"Yeah, I don't feel much like sleepin' myself, right now," the barcat answered, pouring them both full glasses of the wine, "might as well try to finish off this bottle, anyway, I'm not sure how to re-seal it, it's not topped with the normal kinda cork."
"I'll drink to not wastin' booze," Angel agreed, reaching for his glass to take a sip, "it's not half-bad, as weird Hell-made drinks go."
They continued drinking, even opening a second bottle once they finished the first one, still not wanting to leave each other's company as the conversation gradually moved from discussion of the battle to their opinions of the other residents to (somehow) their childhoods on Earth.
"My parents weren't around much when I was growing up," Husk remarked, "being a couple of black Russian immigrants back then meant they had trouble finding anyone who'd hire them and had to take whatever jobs they could find just to keep a roof over all our heads and food on the table, it wasn't until I was around 14-ish that things started to look up, dad got a steady gig as a janitor at a casino and then, due to a weird kinda emergency, he ended up having to fill in for a dealer at the last minute and was good enough at it to get promoted permanently. Mom still kept cleaning houses, though, she knew better than to rely on dad's bosses standing up to racist customers."
"I guess in a way it was probably for the best that they weren't there when I first started having crushes, I mean the fact that I had ‘em on both guys and girls would not have gone over too well with their Russian-Orthodox backgrounds..." the cat sighed, staring wistfully into the distance, not noticing the shocked look on the other man's face.
"Um, you… you like both?" Angel asked, trying unsuccessfully to hide the excitement creeping into his voice.
"Oh, uh, yeah I tend to like people for who they are, not what 'parts' they got. I guess the word they use for that nowadays is 'Pansexual'? Which I'm kinda on the fence about, cuz I get that it's from the Greek 'Pan' meaning 'all', but it still sounds like I'm saying I want to fuck kitchenware or something." Husk answered, starting to realize that he was letting more slip than he meant to.
"Yeah, I get the 'religious parents reacting badly to having a queer kid' thing;” Angel commiserated, “mine were Catholic Italian immigrants, and in the Mafia to boot... My dad repeatedly tried to beat the ‘queer’ outta me, only he didn't use the word queer , but I refuse to say the word he did use, even in a quote." He sighed, wrapping his top arms around himself while rubbing his lower ones together nervously.
Husk noded, then looked at Angel and started chuckling a bit.
"What's so funny?" the spider asked, glaring angrily at the cat for daring to find his childhood trauma amusing.
"It's just that looking at how thin you are and with all those limbs, you kinda do look a bit like a bundle of sticks." he said, smiling while looking Angel up and down, in a way that reminded Angel of that time they fought those sharks outside of that dive bar when Husk said he wasn't 'half-bad'.
"Oh, screw you, asshole," Angel replied, flipping him off with all four hands, while failing to contain his own laughter. The giggles turned into full-peal laughs that made his eyes water. As he looked away from Husk to try to get himself back under control, his vision landed on Sir Pentious's memorial portrait. The laughter died instantly as he remembered Cherri's parting words.
"Hey, Husk?" he asked, not liking the sudden shakiness of his voice. He swallowed nervously and continued, "I… I've been thinkin', ya know? Seein' how torn up Cherri's been about what happened to Pen. I… I can't help wonderin' what I'd be like if... well, if it'd been you that died in the fight..."
"Yeah?" the cat responded, "I hav'ta admit to having similar feelin’s about if it had been you ..." he muttered, trying to pour himself more wine, only to realize that the bottle was empty.
"Huh," he hummed, "didn't realize we'd drunk so much. I don't know about you, but I'm not even feeling a little tipsy, do you think Charlie grabbed something non-alcoholic? Cuz if so I probably didn't have to switch out Nif's toast-drink..."
"Nah, sometimes the stuff made from native Hell-plants just hits different. There's this aphrodisiac that comes from the Lust ring that only works if you're into the person who gave it to you — apparently Asmodeus is big on sex being consensual," the porn star/prostitute replied.
"Really? I bet he gets along great with your boss," Husk joked.
"Oh, absolutely despises him, which is hilarious because Val wants his approval, and also to fuck him, so bad it makes him look stupid!" Angel chuckled.
"You mean even stupider , right? Because he already gives off 'I'm a complete idiot who couldn't tell my ass from a hole in the ground without my LCD sugar daddy's help' vibes," Husk shot back.
Quickly changing the subject away from any part of Valentino's anatomy, Angel switched back to the prior revelations, "So, about the whole ‘how messed up one of us would be right now if the other'd bit it during the extermination’ thing, I really don't want to risk what would happen if we didn't get everything out into the open about this," he realized he was being more honest than he'd been with anyone (even himself ) in years, but he just couldn't seem to stop the words from pouring out of his mouth.
"Yeah, I'm not really up for that risky a gamble either, and coming from me that says a lot ." Husk inhaled deeply to steel himself for what he was about to say, "I'll start by asking you a question: do you know why I got so pissed off at how you acted towards me when we first met?"
"Well, I was thinking that it might have been because you're straight, but since I now know that's not the case, I s’pose it was just because I was being annoying?" Angel guessed.
"I mean, yeah that was a part of it, but mostly it’s cuz, even though I found you physically attractive, I couldn't get a read on who you really were under the 'Porn-Star Persona' thing you had going on, and like I mentioned before I get interested in people based on their personalities." he said taking both their empty glasses and putting them in the sink.
"Oh, is that why you warmed up to me more after the shark fight? I just thought you wanted a good fighter as a friend to have your back," The spider fidgeted, staring down at his hands. "That's why I stopped hitting on you, I figured if you just wanted to be friends, then I could at least have that."
"Wait, that's why you stopped? I thought you hadn't really been all that into me and the flirting was some kinda defense mechanism!” Husk admitted, “I would'a said something months ago if I hadn't been worried you'd think I just saw you like how every other guy in your life does, as a breathing sex-toy or something."
A kaleidoscope of emotions began to cross Angel's face."What?! No! I'd never think that about you! I've been fantasizing about you almost every night since we first met! I just didn't want to push your boundaries and make you hate me again !" the startled spider exclaimed, not realizing right away how much he'd just revealed.
Blinking and blushing, Husk cleared his throat, "You… you fantasized about me, too?" he asked, almost unable to believe that the gorgeous creature before him could truly want a washed-up, drunk, gambling-addicted, ex-overlord like him!
Realizing what they'd both just admitted to, Angel decided to lean into it, resting his arms on the bar as he lowered his voice to whisper breathally into Husk’s ear, "Yeah, Husky, some of it was some a the most romantic vanilla shit I've touched myself to since I was alive, if you can believe it! Cuddling, missionary, going on dates, that sort of thing, but also, ya know, the kinda stuff I offered up to you in the beginning, bondage, you bending me over the bar, blowing you on one of the lobby couches, ridin' ya for hours until neither of us could even walk. What kinds a things did you think about?"
Adjusting the obvious boner now straining his pants, the cat blushed and replied, "Um, well, I'm into a lot of different stuff, including everything you just said... but the thing I thought about most wasn't any of that," he looked around the lobby, nervously, as if one of the other residents might pop out of the shadows (which was, admittedly, a valid concern) and swallowed, "In it I'm on my back, holding my legs up while you're pounding me in the ass, when you grab my cock and say 'Nu-uh, no cumming until I say so, and I'm not gonna let you 'til you beg me real good for what you really want!'"
"And what was it you'd beg for?" Angel asked, squirming in his seat in a way that indicated that he was also getting quite hard.
"Um... for... for you to fill my ass with your cum, pump me so full that my stomach would bulge." the cat admitted, rubbing the back of his head bashfully while his tail swished back and forth so rapidly that it was stirring up a breeze.
Eyes wide, the spider stared, "You mean... you're not only a bottom, but a cum slut as well?!" he squeaked, not believing his luck!
"Um, not exactly a bottom, I'm more, I… I think the word we’re s’pose’ta use now is 'vers', right? That's the one that’s like what 'switch' means for Dom/Sub, but for top/bottom, yeah? I think that’s what I’ve heard around. I haven’t really been all that ‘active’ in those sorts of spaces since I lost my soul… You’re the first person I’ve even been all that interested in for a long time, I wasn’t kidding when I told Charlie that I’d lost the ability to love, I really thought it was gone for good…" the barkeep replied, blushing even harder, to the point where, between his face and his cock, Angel was a little worried about how much blood was making it to his actual brain.
"Um, yeah, that's the word folk’s are usin’ right now, ‘switch’ has been around longer and is better known, but since top ain’t the same as Dom and ditto for bottom and Sub, which you already seem to know since you called me a ‘power bottom’, ‘vers’, which is short for versatile btw, has only really started to move outta just bein’ in the kink scene recently, though it can take a bit for stuff like that to catch on down here, so I don’t know how long it’s been a thing topside." Angel barely managed to get out around the lump that was forming in his throat.
“Yeah, I definitely know ‘switch’ since, for the record, I'm one a those, too. But I mostly got ‘power bottom’ from the advertisements for your films that are all over the city,” Husk confessed.
" Wait ! So, if I'm understandin’ everythin’ you've said correctly, you're a vers, switch, cum slut who's been jerking off to the idea of me fuckin' you into the mattress while makin' you beg me to fill you full'a my jizz, but you didn't say nothin' to me about it because you were worried I'd think you were only interested in gettin' me into bed?!” he sighs, rubbing his hand down his face, “Do you know how long it's been since anyone's let me top them? Let alone actually wanting it over just usin' me like a glorified fleshlight? There was already no way I'd ever think you were like those guys, but that, especially, shows how different you are!"
"Really? But the thought of someone like you topping is super hot! Especially if the few pics I could find with your cock out weren't edited," Husk exclaimed, once again not realizing what he'd just confessed to, "and as for me specifically, I know you spend your days having to do what everyone else around you wants you to, so the idea of you using me to get what you want really turns me on."
"Really? You'd let me just do whatever I wanted to ya?" Angel responded, startled excitement in his voice, "also, you've seen some a my pics? I thought you hated my work."
"Not just anything , I do have some hard limits and turn-offs that I'd wanna avoid," Husk replied. "and as for the pics... well, like I said, I find you hot and I have to admit to being curious" (Angel let out a cough that sounded suspiciously like 'cat' that Husk chose to ignore) "I do hate your films, both because scripts are shit and because I've seen the condition you come home in after shoots most nights and I have no desire to see how you ended up like that, but the days when you'd just been doing still shots for magazines were the ones where you almost seemed to actually enjoy your work, so I figured that it'd be less, um, violating? I guess, if I just looked at those... um, do they edit out your dick most of the time, or what? Almost none of the ones I saw showed it and that seemed kinda weird."
"Oh, well, for one, yeah, just posin' for a camera is def' easier and more fun that shootin' 18 hours a torture porn, but as far as my dick, well, ya know how I got a whole other set o' arms that I can pull outta nowhere when I need 'em?"
Husk nodded at the question.
"Well, my cock's like that, too, I can just tuck it away when I want to. Makes wearin' skirts and doin' drag easier. Also Val an' most Johns prefer it when I keep it hidden, they say it 'ruins the image' or whatever. The few pics that are around with it out happened cuz the photographer managed to talk Val into it."
"What the fuck do you mean 'it ruins the image'? Are they tryin' to forget that you're a man or somethin'?"
"Oh, um, well... it's… bigger than most people'd expect from someone who looks like me and, as Val puts it, 'no-one wants a big-dicked twink'," Angel started fidgeting his lower hands while rubbing his upper left bicep with his upper right hand, "so I don't bother getting it out unless I'm asked to or I'm alone."
"That's stupid for at least three reasons," Husk replied, holding up three fingers, "one, it's a part of you, so it shouldn't matter what other people expect, two, the fact that those photographers even wanted to take pics of you like that proves that they, at least, think someone would pay to see it, and three... I can tell you with absolute certainty that there's at least one person who'd love to have a," he held his hands up to make finger quotes, "'big-dicked twink', specifically you . After all I've been lookin' at those pics and fingerin' my hole wishin' I had the real thing with me for months now!"
Angel swallowed while staring wide-eyed at this revelation. "Um, so what was that you wuz sayin' 'bout hard limits?"
"Okay, if we're gonna get into that we should probably go somewhere more private, cuz I get the feelin' that any discussion like that'll end up turnin' 'hands-on' if you know what I mean, and exhibitionism is not one a my kinks..." Husk gestured towards the stairs, "so... your room or mine?"
Smiling wickedly, Angel answered "Mine, I'm pretty sure I'm better 'supplied' for whatever ends up happenin', cuz even if we don't get too hardcore or anythin' I got several varieties of lube, including multiple flavors!" he winked.
Looking at the dirty glasses in the sink and quickly deciding that they were a 'tomorrow-Husk' problem, the bartender turned the lights off and walked to the other man. "I'm pretty sure that you and I have very different ideas about what's ‘hard-core’, but yeah, I've only got one bottle o' lube and it's almost empty anyway, so lead on." He held his arm out for Angel to grab.
Grateful for something to help balance his unsteady legs, Angel held on to the offered arm and started dragging Husk to his room, giddy with excitement over finally getting the man he'd been wanting all this time into his bed.
Upon entering the extremely pink room, he closed the door behind them and turned to Husk. "Um so to start, how do you feel about me locking the door? I mean it's not like it needs a key from this side but... I know more than a few people who have that as a trigger..."
"It's fine, honestly, I prefer it if no one can just barge in, especially in the middle of things..."
"Right, so locked it is!" he flipped the deadbolt with a loud 'click'. "You wanna talk first or get our clothes off?" he eyed Husk up and down.
"Talk, I get the feelin' that us being naked would make focusing on what's being said... difficult," he responded with just enough pause before the end to indicate a change of word choice.
"Awww, Husky, you tryin' to avoid sayin' 'hard' cuz ya know I wouldn't be able to keep from makin' the obvious joke?" Angel giggled.
Sighing, he ignored the comment and sat down on the foot of the bed, "So... Hard limits and turn offs... I guess to start with, I'm not really into extreme pain-play. Light spanking, scratching and biting are usually okay, in both directions even, as long as there isn't much blood—a little, particularly when it's unavoidable—is fine but large amounts are not." Angel nodded in agreement, "I also don't like harsh degradation—mild, especially when mixed with praise? Yes, please! But not being treated like garbage. I don't like doing it or having it done to me."
"Ageed, so far…. So, would something like 'that's my good little cum-slut, you're doing so well' be okay?" Angel asked, walking over and sitting next to Husk.
Husk squirmed at those words and swallowed to try to re-moisten his suddenly dry mouth, "Um, yeah, that... that would definitely be okay," he rasped.
“Don’t stop talkin’ now!” Angel exclaimed, “The sooner we get this all out in the open the sooner we can get to makin’ some of those fantasies we discussed downstairs come true!”
“Oh, you wanna go out on a date?” Husk shot back, referring to Angel’s ‘vanilla shit’ comment from before.
“Well, yeah, eventually, but right now I want to get you naked and get my dick in you, but we need to finish setting our limits first.”
“Right, so, I’m okay with some bondage as long as it’s not too tight or uncomfortable and I prefer ropes and straps to chains, with a slight exception for the kinds a handcuffs that are made for sex-stuff, I have some unpleasant memories associated with the cop-kind,” Husk continued, rubbing his wrists.
“Same, grew up in the Mob, remember? I still get the chills whenever I smell the type of upholstery cleaner that they used in cop cars ‘n paddy wagons, and I bet you probably had it worse since you didn’t have the kind a ‘family connections’ I did.” Angel said, placing a reassuring hand on Husk’s shoulder.
“Yeah, plus most’a what I tended to get picked up for was ‘walking while black’-type stuff so add racism into it and with the following lecture from my folks about how much it cost them to bail me out and you get why I avoided… police… as much as possible.” He stared off into the distance, as if looking at a memory.
“Did you change what word you were gonna use, again?” Angel noticed.
“Oh, um, yeah, I was about to say ‘pigs’ but I didn’t want to insult Fat Nuggets.” Husk chuckled.
“Fair. So back to the important stuff before we fully kill the mood, you said something about turn-offs that were different than your hard nos?” Angel prompted.
“Right, well I guess the biggest one we haven’t covered yet would be that I absolutely hate getting cold and wet—warm and wet, if it has to do with sexy stuff, like being licked or cummed on is fine, in fact I really like it, as I’ve said. But cold-wet or even just cold? Hell no.” He shivered.
“Totally get that,” Angel agreed, pointing to a device on his nightstand. “That’s what the lube warmer is for.”
“Huh, I didn’t know those were a thing… I usually just warm it up in my hands.”
“Yeah, all sorts of things’ve come out for sex stuff since I been down here and I like to at least try out most of what’s meant to be used by people with my kinda parts. And the warmer makes gettin’ to the fun part faster.”
“You said something before about multiple types of lube, including flavored? I didn’t know there was that much to be different between them other than brands and I’ve never understood the need for it to be flavored.”
A mischievous smile spread on Angel’s face. “Oh do I have things to teach you ! First, there are three main kinds of lube: water-based, silicone-based, and oil-based. I try to only use the first two because oily ones are a lot messier, ‘specially with fur, but sometimes a script or a client will require it and I hate that…. so of the other two, water is the safest but needs to be reapplied often because the body tends to absorb it, silicone can be used for longer but has to be cleaned up afterwards and can’t be used with certain toys,”
“Why not?” Husk asked.
“Some weird chemical thing with types a silicone, Cherri knows more about chemistry stuff and can explain it better, but all I know is that it’s the same reason why some toys can’t be stored together.” Angel shrugged. “As for flavors, that’s mostly for makin’ oral more fun. On that note, how do you feel about oral? Givin’, recivin’ and what types?”
“I like all kinds in all directions, but I’ve had partners in the past who didn’t enjoy receiving it from me because of bullshit with this fucking cat body I’m stuck in,” he replied, nervously.
“What?! Unless you’ve got acid spit or somethin’ like that I can’t imagine any reason I wouldn’t want your mouth on me!” Angel blurted out incredulously.
“Well, cats have rough tongues and that can be uncomfortable on sensitive areas…”
“Hmmm, lemme try somethin’.” He pounced on Husk and kissed him, sliding his tongue into the cat-man’s mouth.
Husk froze, startled at first, then melted into Angel’s embrace. A completely unintentional purr started rumbling in his chest.
Angel pulled away, a satisfied smirk on his face. “Okay, first, whoever said that to you was an idiot, cuz I would love to feel that all over me! Second, the purr makes it even better, and third, please tell me we can get naked now! I feel like if I have to wait much longer I’m gonna explode!”
“I guess just one more thing: we should probably establish safewords,” Husk answered.
“Right, those,” Angel hummed, having almost forgotten they existed, “you familiar with the ‘stoplight’ method?”
“Uh, the one where ‘green’ means ‘all good, keep going’, ‘yellow’ means ‘slow down, something might be wrong’, and ‘red’ means ‘stop now, something is definitely wrong’? Yeah, that’ll work.” Husk agreed.
“Good, so let’s get naked and get to fucking already!” Angel all-but shouted, glad that the rebuilt hotel had better soundproofing than the original. “Should we undress ourselves or each other? Cuz I wouldn't mind stripping for ya, but I also like the idea a unwrappin’ you like a present.” His eyes roamed over Husk’s body like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet.
“You don’t have to put on a show for me, Legs,” Husk said, his hands going to remove his suspenders, “and with the way you’re lookin’ at me, I should probably take my own clothes off if I want them to stay in one piece.”
“Awww, where’s the fun in that, Whiskers?” Angel replied, teasingly, while standing to start removing his jacket and tie, and if he happened to be a bit more showy about it than was necessary, well, he’d been a stripper longer than he was alive so he could use the ‘muscle memory’ excuse if he had to…
“The ‘fun’ is in the part where I’m not scramblin’ butt-ass naked to my room tomorrow before any a the others see my junk!”
Angel froze with his skirt half off. “Oh, are… are you embarrassed for them to know about this?” Angel asked, fear creeping into his voice, “Don’t want our friends t’ know you’re fucking half a Pride’s sloppy secounds?” His smile fell as he hugged himself with all six arms.
“What! No, no, nothing like that, baby, I don’t give two shits what anyone else thinks about us gettin’ together, I just don’t want the lecture Vaggie’ll subject me to if she catches me with my dick out in common areas and it’s not like I can borrow anything of yours .” Husk explained quickly , determined to keep Angel from spiraling due to a misunderstanding.
Angel relaxed the tight grip he’d had on himself and took a deep breath, “Oh, yeah, that makes sense…” He paused for a moment, swallowing nervously. “Yer really not ashamed of wantin’ me? You… you don’t think that what I do for work makes me a… a ‘used-up, useless, worthless, piece of addict trash’ or somethin’?” he asked, with the description sounding more like he was quoting someone else than saying it himself.
“No! Sex work is just like any other work, the only problem I have with your job is who your boss is and how he treats you. I grew up in Vegas, remember?” Husk sighed “Nevada’s the only state in the US with legal prostitution, I had classmates whose parents were hookers and strippers and porn stars my entire schooling experience. I don’t know who’s been tellin’ you different, but they’re dead wrong. Hell, most of those early crushes were kids of people like you, somma my other classmates would pick on ‘em for it, and on me for likin’ ‘em, so I learned real early not to give a fuck. I love you ! It don’t matter to me what you do . Hooker, burger flipper, hitman, cat burglar, janitor, I’ve dated them all! As long as you're not a cop or a crooked politician and are genuine in likin’ me back I’m good.”
“Oh, you… you love me?” Angel asked, blinking, his voice coming out quiet and small.
Casting his mind back to everything he’d just said, Husk realized what had slipped out without him meaning it to. “Um, yeah, that’s not how I wanted to confess that…, after this I was gonna ask you out on a proper date and say it then…” he trailed off, then swallowed and took a deep breath. “But yes. I realized I was fallin’ for you awhile ago but, like I said, I thought you didn’t like me like that… and even if ya did, why would someone like you want a washed-up, booze-and-gambling addicted former overlord? I was a part a the system that’s fucked you over and now I got nothin’ to offer, I don’t even own myself !”
“Husk, I don’t care about that, and I… I think I might be in love with you, too. I’ve only ever thought I loved someone once before, and it’s what got me into this mess with my soul.” He rubbed his arms nervously, “But that felt different. That was like the high of a new drug, a big rush at first followed by the worst kinda crash, like ‘hittin’ a brick wall at top speed in a car you ‘borrowed’ without askin’ from your dad’ kinda crash, after the good part wore off. But with you… I don’t even have anything to compare it to… it’s like it built up over time. I can’t even put my finger on when it happened, I know it started out as just ‘he’s hot, I want him to fuck me’ but it eventually built into ‘I like being around him and he’s fun to talk to, I want to spend all my time with him’, is… is that what love feels like?”
“Um, it feels different for different people, but yeah, that sounds a lot like what I’ve been feelin’” Husk replied, hands fidgeting with the button on his pants as he tried to get it open. “You still wanna do this or do you need some time to process all that?”
“Now more than ever!” Angel exclaimed, practically ripping his skirt and panties the rest of the way off, before suddenly stopping at his boots. “Um, before I show you my feet, I guess I should warn you, they’re kinda… weird.”
“Weird how?”
“Well, they’re a bit like spider feet, but also kinda like hooves and a little paw-like, I guess? Val thinks they’re gross and lots’a the writers keep putting stuff about them bein’ ugly in their scripts.” Angel muttered, slowly moving the zipper on his right boot down.
“Is that why you’re wearin’ boots or shoes or socks in all’a yer pics?” Husk asked. “What you just described sounds cute to me, and I doubt any part a you could be ugly. And if we’re warnin’ about body stuff I should probly mention something, too…”
“Oh? I can’t think of anything you might have that I wouldn’t like, I mean, I’ve fucked guys with duck-like corkscrew dicks and one guy who litterally came lava , had a bad respawn after that one lemme tell you, so whatever you’re talkin’ about should be fine!” he declared as he finished removing his right boot and moved to the left.
Husk’s eyes widened at how matter-of-fact Angel’s statement was. “Um, yeah, it’s nothing like that , just well,” having finally gotten the button open, he unzipped and pulled his pants and boxers down exposing the body-part in question, a fairly average-sized cock with small rigid bumps all along it, “it’s kinda… well… barbed, sorta? They’re not very sharp or anything and they don’t get longer, but some people don’t like ‘em.”
“Oh, Husky!” Angel gushed, pressing his own cheeks with his top hands while using his lower ones to pull his cock out, “Most’a my favorite dildos have a texture like that! This whole thing just keeps gettin’ better and better!”
Husk’s mouth watered as he took in the sight of the dick he’d been dreaming about for months. “Um, that… that seems even bigger than it looked in the photos.”
“Somma that’s lighting, somma it’s that I’m actually turned on right now, and don’t just have it out to show it off.” He rubbed the back of his head, suddenly nervous. “Um, that’s not gonna be a problem, is it?”
“If by ‘problem’ you mean ‘makes me even more upset that we didn’t do this sooner’ then yes, otherwise, no.” Husk laid back, spreading his legs, “Now get over here and wreck me !”
With a determined look in his eyes ( all eight of them) Angel pounced on Husk, startling an “Oof” out of him. “I still need to prep ya, don’t wanna cause too much damage!” he chuckled, reaching his top right hand toward the warmer beside the bed.
“Right,” Husk replied, still somewhat dazed from the pounce. “I wasn’t expectin’ you ta leap on me like that…”
Angel paused, “Oh, yeah, I’m a jumping spider; we’re ambush predators who catch prey by, well, jumping on ‘em.”
“Oh, like how cats hunt? Hmm, maybe that’s part a why it took so long for us to work this all out, we were both tryin’ to ‘catch’ the other?” Husk reasoned.
“Would make sense to me,” Angel moved his hand back to the device, which made a slight whirring sound as it dispensed a dollop of lube into his hand.
Husk gave the machine a weird look.
“It’s motion activated,” Angel explained, “so’s I only need to use one hand.”
“Right, like you don’t have hands to spare,” Husk snarked.
“In the middle of stuff? Sometimes I actually don’t ,” the spider replied, “two for balance, one on my dick, one on the dildo, one pullin’ my hair or rubbin’ my fluff and one for lube, that’s all six!”
Husk made a gesture of acquiescence, “So, you like yer hair pulled?”
“Yeah, sometimes,” Angel admitted, spreading the slick liquid on his fingers, “but right now I need to get that pretty little hole of yours ready for my cock.” He moved his hand down to Husk’s entrance and rubbed around the puckered opening.
Husk moaned, spreading his legs more to give Angel better access. His moans got louder as a long, thin finger breached past the tight ring of muscle. He gasped as it moved, finding his prostate and gently caressing it.
“Oh, FUCK,” Husk cried out, clenching down on the intruding digit.
“Is something wrong?” Angel asked, worriedly. “Do you need me to stop?”
“Fuck no!” Husk exclaimed. “But I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold back from cumming, we might’a took a bit too long to get to this and I’m more worked up than I thought.”
“Oh… are you a one-and-done or somethin’?” Angel asked, stilling his finger, “Cuz I know several ways to increase stamina that I could help you with.”
“No, I like the idea a you keeping going and getting me all riled up again while gettin’ yourself off, I’m just not a fan of the feeling of cum dryin’ on my fur for however long the rest of this goes.” Husk admitted, gesturing to the large amounts of precum already flowing from his dick.
“So, you gotta bit o’ a overstem kink? I can defs work with that” Angel smirked mischievously, “As for the ‘problem,’ I know the perfect solution.” Angel leaned in to run his tongue up Husk’s cock, then wrapped his lips around the head and started to suck.
“That’ll work,” Husk moaned, before losing the ability to form words as Angel simultaneously slid a second finger in while taking Husk’s entire member into his mouth until his lips brushed the base and his chin was resting on his balls, his tongue lapping at his weeping slit.
Husk’s moans got louder and deeper as Angel scissored his fingers to relax the muscles more while bobbing his head happily and sliding his tongue deftly along the ridges and barbs of Husk’s cock.
“Fuck!” Husk shouted, clutching the sheets tightly. “I’m gettin’ really close! You gonna swallow?” he gasped out, “Cuz you don’t haveta if you don’t wanna.”
Angel pulled off and gave Husk an incredulous look. “Who the fuck do ya think yer talkin’ to? I been wantin’ to get a taste of you since we met! ‘Course I’m gonna fuckin’ swallow!”
He then took the whole thing back into his mouth then inserted a third finger into Husk’s ass, curling it and the others around to find all the places that made him writhe and moan. “Oh shit, right there!” cried Husk, clenching hard.
After a bit more bobbing, licking, and scissoring, Husk was a panting, moaning mess. Angel deepthroated him and swallowed hard while using all three fingers to rub at Husk’s prostate, drawing his loudest moan yet from him while he emptied his first load into his partner’s willing throat and mouth.
Angel swallowed again, then licked up whatever he might have missed, before pulling off and removing his fingers. “Mmm, tastes even betta that I was imaginin’!” he smacked his lips, “So, you okay to keep goin’ or are you gonna need a minute?” he asked, his voice raspy.
“Keep goin’— I want that huge cock o’ yours pumpin’ me fulla cum asap! Please put it in me already!” Husk pleaded.
“Beggin’ me already? I thought that wasn’t gonna happen ‘till I tell you to,” Angel smirked, getting another portion of lube and covering his dick with it. “So why don’t you get into that position you promised me earlier and we’ll get started.”
Nodding giddily, Husk complied, grabbing his legs and further exposing his now slick hole.
Angel smiled lasciviously as he lined himself up with Husk’s entrance and started slowly pushing in.
“Faster,” moaned Husk once Angel was about halfway in, his cock already beginning to harden again, “I want to feel the whole thing inside me!”
“I don’t wanna hurt ya by goin’ too fast,” Angel grunted, “I’m already a bit worried that I didn’t stretch you enough, you’re so tight! You sure you’re okay?”
“Yes! Green! You feel amazing in me, keep goin’ and fill me up!” Husk practically wailed, clenching down on Angel’s dick while gripping his own thighs so tightly that his claws broke the skin.
Unable to hold back any longer, Angel slammed himself in all the way to the hilt, letting out a moan much deeper, more primal and more real than anything he’d ever done for a camera. He stayed like that for a minute, panting, until Husk clenched again and asked “Why’d you stop? I wanna feel you move! Wanna hear more of those pretty noises while you enjoy usin’ me.”
“Just gettin’ used to the feel,” Angel panted, “it’s been a very long time since I’ve topped and if you want me to last long enough for you to beg for my cum, Imma need a bit a time to adjust. I’m a pro and I care about ya, last thing I want is to end up bein’ a ‘One-Pump-Chump’ for you on our first time! I want us both fully satisfied at the end.”
“Okay,” Husk acquiesced, “lemme know when yer ready to start movin’.”
“I will.” Angel agreed.
A minute later, after Angel’s breathing steadied out, he nodded, “Okay, I think I can move without blowin’ my load right away now.”
He started to thrust slowly, speed picking up as Husk’s moans grew louder. The other man clenched harder around Angel’s cock everytime he pulled out, like he couldn’t bear to let him go.
“Oh, you feel so good !” Angel moaned, speeding up even more. “Takin’ me so well like a good little slut! It’s like your ass is tryin’ to milk me dry!”
“I’m gettin’ close again,” Husk exclaimed, his coc k leaking copiously .
As Angel’s almost-too-far gone brain barely managed to remember what needed to be done, he grabbed Husk’s member just above his fuzzy balls and squeezed. “Nope, not until you beg me for what you want!” he ordered.
Husk swallowed, this was much hotter than in his fantasies, but he was able to force the words out, “Please, please , Angel, I want—no, I need you to fill me with your cum, need to feel my stomach swell with it, need to know you’re gettin’ what you need! Please, I need to hear what you really sound like when you’re about t’blow, not like when yer actin’. Please…”
Before Husk could continue, Angel thrust in deep, hitting all the pleasure points inside him he could, and let out a fierce noise, somewhere between a moan, a grunt, and a gasp as he came. The thick hot spend flooding Husk’s insides plus the hand releasing his cock pushed him over the edge, and with a cry of his own (a mix between a shout, a moan, a yowl, and a roar) he spilled his load all over his belly and chest.
As he laid there, panting, he realized something, “Angel, sweetheart? Are… are you still hard?”
“Um, yeah,” Angel blushed, “those ‘stamina boosting techniques’ I told you about? I been doin’ ‘em for years , so I last a while longer than most, it’s okay, I can take care a myself if you wanna stop.”
Husk let go of his legs and wrapped them around the man he loved, pulling him closer, “No need for that, I said I wanted you to use me, so use me! Right now I exist solely for your pleasure, I’m still green, keep goin’ until I safeword or we both pass out!”
Smiling wickedly, Angel adjusted his position, putting himself at a better angle and making Husk moan again. “Baby, that's fine by me!” he said, quoting the line Husk sang to him on that sidewalk all those months ago. This was going to be a very long, very fun night!
— — —
Angel felt himself slowly start to awaken, a soreness permeating his body that was equal parts familiar and strange that he chalked up to the unusual amount of physical labor he’d done the day before. He fought against consciousness, not wanting to let the amazingly vivid dream he’d been having go. Then his half-awake mind realized three things; first, that his mattress was unusually warm, second, that it was oddly lumpy, and third that it seemed to be… vibrating , which he clearly remembered having his suggestion for that particular amenity be veto’d during the rebuild. Then it dawned on him that it felt less like ‘magic fingers’ and more like… a purr?
As a hand came up and gently stroked his hair, his eyes shot open and were met with two golden orbs staring right back at him.
“Mornin’ Legs,” Husk’s sleepy voice mumbled. “Sleep well?”
Blinking a couple of times (and pinching himself with one of his lower hands) Angel gasped, “That… that wasn’t a dream? Last night really happened?!”
Husk chuckled, smiling warmly. “Yeah, it really did.”
“All’a it?” Angel had to know about what had seemed most impossible, “Even… even the part where you said you love me?”
Husk kissed him deeply before answering. “Yeah, all of it. But especially that part, and I’m lookin’ forward to bein’ able to tell you every day from now on.”
Angel snuggled deeper into Husk’s arms, “I think I just wanna stay here, like this, foreva.”
“As nice as that sounds, sweetheart, we fell asleep pretty quickly after last night’s fuck marathon and I don’t know about you , but I , for one, could use a shower and some food,” he replied, laughing a little.
“On one hand, I am hungry,” Angel’s stomach growled as if to emphasize his point, “but on the other hand you’re very comfy to lay on. But on a third hand, I’m starting to realize how sticky we both are…, but on the fourth hand, I like havin’ you all to myself.”
“Well, before you start gettin’ out your other set a hands, let me just say; I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me, leavin’ the room won’t change that, we really need to get cleaned up and eat somethin’, and we can cuddle again later,” Husk rattled off, trying to wiggle out from under the mess of limbs that was the man he loved.
“Don’ wanna get up,” Angel whined.
“How about this;” Husk offered, “if you get up and get in the shower with me, I’ll suck you off while we’re in there?”
Angel shot up immediately at that, nearly tripping over himself as he tried to stand.
“I think we’re gonna have to help each other get to the bathroom, Ange,” Husk chuckled warmly, “I don’t know about you, but my legs are still sore from everything we did last night.”
“I’m pretty used to takin’ care o’ myself after… but last night was more intense that it usually is for me…”
“Havin’ feelings and being genuinely into what you’re doin’ can do that to ya,” Husk responded, preening inside a little over how undone he’d been able to make a professional with decades of experience come the night before. “Now let’s go get showered before I end up glued to the bed.”
Angel held out a hand to help Husk to his feet. “Um, Husky? There’s somethin’ I think we should talk about before we go downstairs.”
“Oh, and what’s that?” Husk asked, grabbing the offered hand and standing unsteadily.
“Well, I know you said you don’t care if people know about…” he gestured between them, “ this , but what do you wanna say if they ask what we are now?”
“Well, I’m partial to ‘boyfriends’ myself, but if you got a word you’d rather use than that would be fine, too,” Husk stated matter-of-fact-ly.
Angel’s eyes sparkled as he looked at the man who had just casually declared himself his . “Really? You really want that with me?” he squeaked.
“Why wouldn’t I? I’m in love with you, and you are with me too, right?” Husk asked. “‘Boyfriends’ is how two men who love each other should refer to their relationship. Unless you’d prefer ‘partners’ or ‘lovers’ or whatever new thing might be out there?”
“No, ‘boyfriend’ is fine,” Angel answered with a smile. “It’s just that no one’s ever wanted to call me that before, the closest was ‘boytoy’ and the less said about that situation the better.”
Husk nodded, “Boyfriends it is then.”
— — —
Once the shower (and blowjob) had finished and the two were dressed, they headed down to the lobby holding hands because neither wanted to let go of the other.
“There you two are!” Charlie’s unmistakable way-too-chipper for so soon after waking up cadence echoed up at them. “Um, did anything weird happen to you guys last night,” she asked, nervously.
The new lovers gave each other a look, then Angel asked, “Weird like how, Char?”
“Um, well, we,” she gestured to the rest of the hotel inhabitants, sitting around on the various lobby furniture, “all seemed to have acted a bit, strangely? After going to bed and if you did too we might be able to figure out why.”
At this point Cherri looked up from where she was petting Fat Nuggets and saw them holding hands, “Holy shit! Did you two finally fuck last night?” she yelled.
“Um, yeah, among other things,” Angel coughed while Husk started to blush. “So, um I guess us getting together, confessing our love and becoming boyfriends might count as ‘something weird’—what sorta stuff happened to the rest of ya?”
“Okay, well, first congrats to you two! I’m so happy for you!” Charlie enthused, nods and statements of agreement coming from the other girls, including an ‘about fuckin’ time you cunts’ from Cherri. “And to answer your question… well…”
“I,” Cherri started, “spent several hours bitchin’ and cryin’ to both Nuggs here and Niffty about how much I wish I’d given Pen a chance when I could’a.”
“And Vaggie and I spent most of the night completely clearing the air about our feelings in regards to the whole ‘not telling me she was an exorcist’ thing.” Charlie continued, with Vaggie nodding behind her.
“No one knows what those two got into,” Vaggie added, waving towards Lucifer and Alastor, sitting on opposing couches and glaring daggers at each other, “but neither one of them has said a word all morning.”
“What about Nif?” Husk asked as he gingerly sat on the unoccupied couch. “Did she do anythin’ strange? Well, strange for her at least?”
Angel sat on the couch beside Husk and cuddled up to his side. “Yeah, Tiny, other than listen to Cherr, what did you do last night?” he asked the maid.
She shrugged, “Just the usual before-bed bug hunt, but since the building’s so new , I didn’t find any, so I went to bed. It was when I was on my way to my room that I heard Miss Bomb crying and went to see if she needed help.”
“Sounds Niffty-normal to me,” Husk said. “So that would mean that the only thing the rest of us have in common would be…” he and Angel both got a look of realization in their eyes and then said, simultaneously, “...the Wine!”
Angel jumped up and scrambled to the bar while Niftty looked to Husk, confused. “But I did have some of the wine?”
“Um, well,” Husk muttered as he rubbed the back of his head, “since I didn’t know how strong that stuff might be and I didn’t want another ‘incident’ like at the club, I just gave you sparkling apple juice.” he confessed.
“Oh,” she shrugged, "ok.”
The rattling of glass from the bar ended as Angel called out, “Found it!” Holding the one remaining bottle of the wine aloft to show everyone.
He looked at the label as he walked back over to the group. “Um, Husk, I know you know a few languages, but this looks like Latin and enough of that stayed with modern Italian that I’m fairly sure I can tell what this says, but please tell me I’m wrong, please tell me we didn’t down a bottle and a half of somethin’ called ‘Truth Wine’.” He handed the bottle to the bartender to confirm.
“‘Veritas Vinum’” Husk read outloud, “Yep,” he sighed, “that’s what that means,”
Lucifer suddenly looked away from his staring contest with the Radio Demon and blinked at Husk, “Um, that reminds me of something, can I get a look at that?” he asked, pointing to the bottle.
“Uh, sure, Your Majesty,” Husk said, handing it over.
“Oh, none of that! We all live here together now! You can all just call me Lucifer….” He looked back at Alastor. “Well, almost all of you.”
Alastor pointedly looked away, rolling his eyes.
“Anyway, let me see here,” Lucifer turned the bottle around to read the back label, “mhm,” he hummed, “just what I thought, ‘A Joint Product Of Lust And Gluttony’,” he read, nodding. “I didn't realized they’d figured it out…”
“Figured what out, dad?” Charlie asked.
“Oh, um, so a while back I was at a get-together with the other sins and Oz was complaining about how often people would get together while drunk and either not remember or blame the alcohol afterwards, and Bee suggested that they try to make something with the same kind of inhibition lowering effect but just with lying and without messing up people's memories, but I didn't know they'd even tried to make it yet, let alone that any’d been exported to Pride.”
“Um, Dad, considering how long it’s been since you saw any of the other sins, that would have had to have been at least 50 years ago,” Charlie pointed out. “That’s more than enough time for them to work something like that out…. And to everyone else, I’m so sorry for not checking the label before I got it, I didn’t mean to cause you all so much trouble.”
“It’s okay, Char, I don’t know about anyone else, but for Husk ‘n me this definitely worked out for the best,” Angel said, pulling his boyfriend in for a kiss. Husk giving Charlie a thumbs-up while melting into him with a purr.
“And it helped me get through some of the shit I’d been feelin’ about, well, ya know,” Cherri said, gesturing to the portrait on the wall.
“Not to mention how much better you and I are both doing now that we got everything out and cleared the air between us,” Vaggie added.
Before anyone could ask the deer and the king about how they felt, Lucifer suddenly gasped where he had been reading the rest of the label, “Um, Angel… you said that you and… Husk, drank around a bottle and a half between you?”
“Uh, yeah, sounds about right… oh plus the half a glass each from the original toast, why?” Angel asked, worried at how the king was acting.
“Well, apparently , half a glass is about the recommended dose, and the effect stacks , so with as much as you two imbibed you wouldn’t have even been able to lie internally .” Lucifer explained.
Both men’s eyes went wide as they looked at each other, then they started laughing.
“Well that explains a lot !” Husk exclaimed, wrapping an arm around Angel.
“So, who wants pancakes again?” Lucifer asked, heading to the kitchen to make breakfast, amid a chorus of ‘me’s and one noncommittal grunt from the Overlord.
As their laughter finally faded, Angel and Husk cuddled up together on the couch, content in knowing that now matter what happened next, at least they had each other.