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Alastor walked with eerie confidence down the twilight streets of Pentagram City, with Husker shuffling quickly at his side to match his pace - less he be tugged forward by a whip of the chain always aching around his neck. Even if it was not visible now, its weight was ever present.
It had been several weeks since the canceled extermination, and tension built in hell like charge in a capacitor - ready to be unleashed with the force of a thousand lightning strikes - the TV Demon and his cohorts leading the fray.
The Vees were a known enemy of the Hazbin Hotels’ residents, especially of their renowned hotel manager, the Radio Demon himself. Which is why Husk was not overly surprised to find them stopped outside of V Tower, the massive skyscraper looming over them menacingly. Alastor unwaveringly pressed the buzzer by the door, security cameras alighting and focusing intently on the two demons. Husk felt the air around them thicken with static as the camera focused on Alastor’s face. The taller demon’s guise wrinkled, eyes squinting furiously and smile quaking ever so slightly as he glared into a camera lens.
Husk was sure the camera would have exploded if the sliding door before them hadn't snapped open, revealing a sleek lobby within. Alastor tapped Husker’s back roughly with the tip of his microphone, pushing him forward.
“Ladies first ~” the deer demon cackled.
The feline sighed in resignation, stepping into the cool building. Bright LEDs illuminated the lobby, as if everything inside was meant to be on display. Husker squinted, gritting his teeth and hoping to bite back the pang in his head. He was too sober for this.
As they made their way to the front desk, no receptionist in sight, a whirring drone flew about from seemingly nowhere, buzzing before their eyes.
“This way,” the robot chirped. It's VoxTek camera flashing as it hovered, leading the two unfamiliar guests toward the elevator. Husk noticed a small, feminine looking demon peeking up from behind the front desk as the elevator doors dinged. Must be the receptionist, he thought.
They ascended in silence, obviously being recorded and analyzed by the drone as well as the security camera fixed to the elevator's ceiling. The surveillance put Alastor on edge.
When they arrived at the penthouse, Husk trailed behind just slightly, taking in the surprisingly comfortable, yet grandiose hall where two out of three of the Vee overlords sat on their couch. Velvette was stretched out on a chaise lounge in a nightdress while Valentino was draped across the loveseat in a revealing robe.
“Well, come on in. Promise I won't bite...yet,” the moth overlord beckoned.
Alastor yanked on the stiff chain that was suddenly around Husk’s neck, choking him as it forced him forward. Husk stumbled and quickened his pace to be beside his overlord. As they reached the plush sitting area, Valentino looked at Alastor and gestured to the chair beside him.
“Sit,” Alastor commanded, an eerie glow emanating from Husk’s chains as he dropped on to the ground with a thud.
The cat groaned, feeling the tendons popping in his knees as he settled on the hardwood floor, sitting on his feet. He looked up at his master with disdain, biting his lip.
“Good boy,” Alastor praised, continuing to stand, “Valentino! Velvette! As always, it is quite the displeasure,” he jeered.
The two Vees were unmoved.
“So, let's get right to it. As we discussed, I will beat the ever-loving shit out of Vox, bring him to you battered, broken, and begging, and in return, you may borrow a soul of your choosing from my collection to exploit for your... business... Does that sound about right?”
Velvette smirked, looking up from her phone for the first time since they arrived - eyeballing Husk’s hunched form.
“I think that sounds just right, amigo, we all know that Voxy has been getting out of line. He needs to be reminded of his place here in hell. And I can't WAIT to lick up his delicious tears when you bring him back to me,” Valentino moaned, licking his lips before taking a long drag of a cigarette, and exhaling his signature pink smoke.
Alastor grinned and waved the air in front of his face in a futile attempt to push away some of the sickening smoke before quickly reaching out his hand, “So it's a deal...”
Before Husk could even comprehend what had transpired, Valentino and Velvette both grabbed hold of the Radio Demon’s outstretched hand, the three overlords grinning and laughing maniacally as green electricity flickered throughout the room. The scent of smoke and ozone filled the space as the auras of the powerful demons’ flashed like strobe lights.
Husk tried to call out to Alastor, the chain around his neck tightening as his throat struggled to take in the asphyxiating air. His brain pounded against the back of his eyes as he squinted, trying to see through the green, pink, and purple flickering lights. Then everything went dark - echoes of the overlords' demonic laughter fading as Husk slipped into nothingness.
*****
Husk groaned as he stirred, stiff against a plush and fuzzy surface. He tried to sit up but found himself bound in multiple places on his arms and legs, forcing him to be splayed out on his stomach with his limbs pulled out to the side. As he adjusted, he attempted to open his eyes, only to find dark fabric obscuring his vision. His wings were roped tightly together, preventing them from moving, and his dick was hard and pulsing against the furry fabric beneath him- wait, what?
Husk moaned into the friction as his naked cock rubbed against the bed. His mind quickly fogged over from whatever drug he'd been given. There was no doubt in his mind that he'd been drugged. Flash-backs of his most recent memories - collapsing in front of the Vees as Alastor made a deal with them - rushed his mind along with the sensations of dread and arousal.
Husk jolted as a small gust of wind chilled his side, only to relax as he realized that it was the swishing of his own tail. He tried to smile at himself and felt the gag ball in his mouth pushing back against his tongue, drooling at the feeling of disgust and pleasure. This was going to be an interesting night...
*****
Angel wouldn't say he was surprised to get a call so late in the evening demanding his presence at the studio. Though overnight shoots have happened before, most of the time, when Angel was “called in,” it was in the afternoon on his days off or early in the morning, only hours after he'd already left the studio the night before.
There was no point in arguing, Angel thought, as he robotically said, “Yes, Valentino,” before hanging up and rolling out of bed. He'd been asked to show up in one of his highest-earning costumes - with cat ears, a bell collar, strappy lingerie, and a butt plug with a fluffy tail. (He wasn’t about to provide a reason why he had this particular costume at the hotel rather than in his dressing room at the studio, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the forlorn stare he gave the empty bar as he passed it on his way out the lobby doors.) Angel sighed and made his way to the studio, fighting off horny sinners all the way.
When he arrived at the film studio inside of V Tower, the air was thick with Valentino’s pink, aphrodisiac smoke. Angel shallowed his breathing in a fruitless attempt to inhale less of the potent drug. He was instructed by a stagehand to proceed to the penthouse for a very important shoot. Angel felt himself break into a sweat as he gulped and headed toward the elevator, anticipating a ruthless night of fulfilling Valentino's sadistic fantasies.
Upon reaching the penthouse, the elevator door dinged and Angel stepped into the dark hall. Another stagehand greeted him there, fixing his hair and makeup quickly before handing him a strap-on pair of faux angel wings - another one of his regular props.
“Here you go, sir. The final prop for today's costume!” the small demon prattled excitedly.
She helped Angel put on the wings and turned him around to face the mirror on the door behind him. He first noticed the gold glitter added to his eye makeup and the deep, red lipstick, then the fake halo pinned atop his head distended from a clear wire. Angel grinned at his reflection, twirling, pleased at how he sparkled in the back-stage lights.
“You're on in five,” the demon announced, shoving a script into his hands before rushing away.
Angel hardly ever memorized his scripts, glancing briefly at the lines before tossing the booklet to the ground. Something about “good kitty, good boy,” resonated in his head as he waited backstage for his queue.
As he was ushered on stage, Angel took a breath and prepared himself to moan and saunter up to the familiar bed, only to stop abruptly in his tracks as he noticed the tuxedo cat with vibrant red wings straddled across the bed, limbs tied up with angelic rope in just the right- wrong ways...
“WHA- What the hell is goin’ on here-” Angel began to fume, when Valentino’s slender fingers wrapped around his small mouth, silencing him.
“Relax, mi amor, I brought you your own very special play thing! Don't spoil this night for yourself,” he purred, blowing his venomous smoke directly into Angel's nostrils.
Angel coughed and sputtered at the toxic intrusion, attempting to clear his lungs as his vision began to swim. He felt himself harden in his panties as the drug infused with his blood, heightening his senses and arousal.
“Now go! Perform!” Valentino commanded, pushing him forward harshly as he released his lips.
Angel licked the saliva from his mouth and slowly made his way over to the feline form draped sultrily across the bed. He shivered as he tried to sway his hips, but there was no putting on a performance tonight, Angel thought. Tonight would be raw, emotional, and real, and he wasn't sure how they'd recover.
I can’t believe this... I never imagined getting Husk into bed like THIS, Angel thought as he crossed the stage. His cock throbbed as he leaned over the bed, covering Husk's figure with his body and leaning close to the cat’s ear.
“Hi, Husky,” Angel whispered, careful to keep his caring tone hidden from the boom mic inches away from the frame of the scene. He nibbled the sensitive cartilage of the feline’s ears and swiftly unclasped the strap of the gag ball. As he smoothed down the back of Husk's hair, he noticed that he donned a headband adorned with small, red devil horns.
Husk groaned and leaned his head back, bucking his rear up into Angel's pelvis, “Nngh, Angel... thank God, please...” He begged.
“It’s okay baby, I'll make this so good for you,” the spider assured, caressing the other's back and untying his wings.
Husk moaned and stretched his wings out to the sides. Angel had to force back a cringe at the sound of the popping joints as the feathers unfurled.
“I- I want to see you,” Husk cried, struggling against his restraints.
“Soon baby, let me give the people what they want,” he cooed, pressing a slender finger into Husk’s pre-lubed ass. No time to waste.
“Oohhh, Angel~” the cat below him bellowed desperately, pressing his backside into the cool, long fingers.
Angel expertly stretched him, exaggeratedly drawing out praises of what a good kitty he was, how much pleasure he'd receive. He knew what Valentino wanted, and in this drugged, horny state, it also seemed to be exactly what Husker wanted.
The cat demon hollered and begged as Angel fingered him, slapping his ass cheeks. The spider stroked his many hands across the silky, furry body below him, causing sensitive wings to flap. He was so hot and bothered, between the aphrodisiac drugs and his “secret” attraction to the spider, Husk was hopelessly lost in pleasure.
“A-Angel, please, fuck me!” Husk pleaded, thrusting himself blindly against Angel’s hand.
“Weeellllll, since you asked so nicely,” Angel purred, sliding his member deep into Husk with a single push.
“A-Ah, yes! Christ!” Husk shouted in pleasure, arching into the “angel” behind him.
Angel fucked him with a rigorous pace, gripping the fur of his ass firmly before pulling him back against his chest by the spikey collar wrapped around his slender neck. Husk's head fell back against him, mouth wide and tongue lolled out to the side as he drooled and panted from the sensation. Angel angled them toward the camera, shoving his fingers into Husk's hot mouth and exposing his throbbing cock as he bounced him up and down on his own. He grabbed hold of Husk's neglected member and he began to stroke in-time with his own thrusts.
“Oh, sh-shit- Angel!” Husk balled as he came, and Angel bit into his neck as he released into him, riding out their orgasms to the rolling film.
As they came down from their extreme high, Angel laid them down in the prop bed, carefully removing Husk's blindfold before continuing with the rest of his restraints. Valentino’s excruciatingly loud “CUT!” nearly drowned out by the rushing blood in their ears. The feline whimpered, flattening his ears against his head and pressing his eyes into the mattress to hide them from the piercing studio lights.
“It's okay, hon'. It's almost over,” Angel whispered, kissing the fresh bruises around the cat’s wrists and ankles as he released them from their binds.
“Fantastico! Now that's a wrap, everyone! Hurry up and change out the set for the next shoot! Más rápido!” Valentino screeched, ignorant of the tender scene before him.
A stage hand began to shoo them from the bed before Angel hissed at them, cradling his kitty to his chest. The unamused demon raised their hands in surrender and rushed off to another part of the set. Angel took this opportunity to carefully lift Husk into a bridal hold and carry him quickly to his dressing room. He wrapped Husk in a thick, pink robe with two hands while using two others to hold him tightly, and his third set of arms appeared to quickly text Charlie, requesting a ride home from the studio, ASAP.
He sat in a chair and rocked slightly side to side, humming as he cradled Husk in his arms. The cat remained quiet with his eyes pinched shut, shaking and purring nervously as Angel shushed him and whispered sweet nothings while they awaited their ride. Angel could smell the pheromones wafting off of the cat, still obviously turned on by the drugs and the sex coursing through his system. Angel hugged him close as he carried him through the tower and out into the street, shielding him from prying eyes. Not that there's gonna be much of Husk left for the imagination once that film comes out, Angel thought, shuddering.
A limo parked in front of the pair. The driver was Razzle, who rushed out of the vehicle and merely smiled softly and nodded as he held the limo door open for them. Angel carefully climbed in, settling down with Husk in his lap. It wasn't until the door had closed that Husk finally peeked his eyes open and looked up at Angel. The spider caressed the other’s face gently, moving stray strands of hair away from the feline’s eyes.
“I don't know how you got yourself into this mess, but I'm sorry,” Angel said softly, staring down at the other man.
“It was Alastor’s doing. It's not your fault,” Husk reassured, nuzzling into Angel’s touch, “I’m just glad that it was you...” Husk trailed off, blinking tears from his eyes as he looked up at Angel, head resting on his fluffy chest.
“Despite the circumstances, I'm happy that it was me, too,” Angel replied, wiping tears from Husk's cheeks gently.
Husk chuckled as more tears poured down his face, the realization of everything finally settling in as the high wore off.
“This might be a weird time to say this, but I fuckin’ love you, Angel,” Husk admitted, gripping the hand that wiped his tears as if it'd disappear if he let go.
Angel gasped and returned the fierce grip on Husk's clawed paw.
“You- you really mean that, Husky?” Angel asked, his own tears now threatening to fall.
Husk laughed, allowing the weight of tonight's events to lift from his chest. He pulled Angel's hand to his lips and kissed his knuckles softly.
“Yes, b-but, please don't feel pressured to say-”
“I love you too, and no, I'm not being pressured to say it. I-I’ve wanted to say it for a while. I was just... scared,” the taller demon admitted, smiling awkwardly down at his beloved.
“We should do that again sometime, just maybe with less cameras, and drugs, and god-awful scripts...” Husk joked, placing Angel's hand back on his cheek.
Angel rubbed his thumb along Husks cheekbone, grinning, “Yeah, I'd like that. Maybe, we could even switch things up!” Angel mused, pulling Husk into a careful kiss as the limo pulled up to the front steps of the hotel. Husk returned the kiss fervently, and Angel had to begrudgingly pull away as Razzle opened the door for them. The small goat-demon looked away with a blush, bowing and gesturing toward the hotel doors.
Husk looked away, embarrassed and turned on. Angel slid them both out of the limo, hoisting Husk back into the bridal hold as the cat squirmed and protested loudly.
“H-Hey! I can walk now, dumbass!” Husk argued, but not loosening his grip around Angel's neck.
“Nuh-uh! You've had a rough day, baby, let me take care of ya’! And quiet down unless you want the whole hotel to come out and ask what happened,” Angel replied confidently, opening the doors and gliding into the hotel lobby with a practiced silence, grateful to see it deserted.
Husk clamped his mouth shut and nodded, allowing Angel to carry him up the stairs to his bedroom. Angel swiftly unlocked the door and carefully placed Husk down on the plush mattress. Husk groaned, feeling his joints creak as he stretched out, the day's events catching up to him.
“Do you wanna take a shower?” Angel asked, pulling out the forgotten butt plug with a ‘pop’.
“A shower sounds nice, but I don't think I can stand for very long,” Husk admitted sheepishly as he rubbed his aching joints.
“That's okay, there's a stool in there just for that reason!” Angel beamed, as if that was a good thing.
He gave Angel a half smile and sat up, the spider offering his arms as support as he helped Husk limp to the bathroom, carefully lifting him onto the shower stool as he adjusted the water and stepped in behind him. Husk felt himself shudder and sigh with relief as Angel sprayed his back, allowing the sick feeling of being drugged and restrained against his will to slowly slip away. Not something typical of his day-to-day, but not an abnormal part of life on a leash in Hell either.
“What do you think Alastor got out of doing that to ya’?” Angel inquired absently as he washed and massaged Husk's shoulders gently.
“Apparently, he got to beat the shit out of Vox in exchange for exploiting me,” Husk explained, picking at his nails. He wondered if he'd ever watch the movie that the Vees will produce with their new, special footage.
He felt himself become aroused again at the thought, not of his body being exploited, but of Angel's touch, gentle and confident. He shivered as Angel’s claws scraped his back and wings soothingly, cleansing them.
They finished bathing in silence, Angel turned off the water and dried himself quickly before helping Husk towel off, and carrying him back to the bed.
This time, Husk did not protest as Angel scooped him up. He blushed and stared up at his Angel with hungry, adoring eyes. He was carefully laid back down and Angel snuggled up next to him, covering them both with a soft, hot pink duvet. They faced each other, and Husk cautiously caressed Angel's cheek, checking his eyes for reassurance, before pulling him into a tender kiss.
It seemed like hours had gone by before they parted for air, both whispering “I love you” as their lips dragged against each other's languidly, falling asleep in one another's embrace.