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It was ridiculous-- absolutely ridiculous. Alastor could hardly believe it, despite having a front row seat to this disgustingly sweet show of his servant and his lost love. Of course, neither of them noticed; they were too busy talking at the bar to care about Alastor watching them from the shadows, his forced smile gritted and his eyes narrowed so hatefully at Husker he'd almost kill him.
He never should've ordered Husker to watch over Angel and any new patrons of Charlie's hotel. Foolishly, he believed he could trust the former overlord with such a precious task without giving a detailed explanation as to why the spider needed to be looked after. Foolish! At the very least, he should have let Husker know that Angel had once been someone Alastor knew, so Husker would've known not to get too close. But no, he'd been vague with his reasoning and this was the price he was forced to pay for it: watching from the side lines as his former lover was swooned by the charms of one of his lackeys. And worse still, Alastor couldn't even correct this because Angel had grown too attached to Husker, and interrupting their little affair would make him hate Alastor even more than he probably already did. Not that Angel knew that Alastor was the man he'd sworn his heart to all those years ago. If he did, he would have called Alastor out before things with Husker had gotten too far.
To calm himself enough to spare the cat demon, Alastor forced his gaze onto Angel, and his rage dissipated some. Anthony... his Anthony... his name rolled off Alastor's tongue like a drop of rosewater and honey. He still remembered his human form perfectly: soft blonde hair that shone in the sun, bright chestnut eyes that sparkled with life, a sun-kissed completion, Cupid's bow lips that Alastor had spent hours kissing once upon a time.... The perfect man, especially for the nerdy-looking, quiet, shy radio host Alastor had once been.
He'd loved Anthony, cherished him. He was the fresh breath of air Alastor had longed for since his mother's passing. His light at the end of the dark, dreary tunnel that was Alastor's dull life. His only other escape, aside from his murderous double-life. Anthony had been everything to him, and he lost him because of his own greed and carelessness. Who knows what Anthony must have thought after Alastor died? Or when he found out what he'd been doing when he died? He'd never even known that Alastor had been planning to propose!
But now, none of that mattered. They were both in Hell, suffering in their own ways. But while Alastor recognized his Anthony behind his mask of Angel Dust, Anthony didn't seem to recognize him-- or maybe didn't want to. No, no, that was ridiculous. Of course Anthony would want to recognize Alastor; he'd sworn his heart to him, after all! That wasn't the kind of promise he'd make lightly. But then why was he so enamored with a drunken bottom-feeder like Husker? And moreover, why was Husker so charming towards his Angel? Alastor was certain he didn't have any heart left to do more than gamble and follow his orders!
No matter, he told himself with a deep and grounding breath. Such trivial mistakes can be corrected with a clever hand. He took another breath, ears twitching when he heard Angel laugh his soft, melodic laugh. Oh, Mon amour, if only I could tell you how I've missed you and longed for you for the last seventy years. But I am not cruel; I wish not to break your heart any more than it already has been. I will fix this, just you wait. We will be together again. The thought softened Alastor's smile and brought a light blush to his face.
At the bar, Angel stood and brushed his white fringe from his face. "Well, I should head up. Don't wanna go out like this." And he motioned to his skimpy black cocktail dress that was stretched and torn by multiple disgusting, unworthy hands. "I'll meet you back down here in an hour, then we'll head to the coffee shop. That sound good?"
"Absolutely, baby," Husker responded, taking one of Angel's hands to press a soft kiss on it. "I have to clean the bar, anyways. Take care of that bruise, baby-- cold compress and that cream I got you."
Angel blushed, much to Alastor's annoyance, and gave Husker a light peck on the forehead. "Such a gentleman, Husky~"
"Oh, knock that off, I am not!" Husker said with an embarrassed chuckle.
Angel copied his chuckle and turned to leave. Before heading up the stairs, though, he called out, "See ya soon, baby!" Then, the hurried clacking of his heels scurried up and away until Alastor couldn't hear him anymore. From the bar, Husk huffed with an affectionate smile and picked up a rag to wipe down the counter. He had a sickly sweet lovesick look in his eyes that made Alastor want to rip them out. Still, he controlled his jealousy and shadowed himself before slithering over to Husk. Unable to see him, Husker turned his back to the counter and reached for something-- probably more cheap booze, the drunk. Regardless, it opened him up to an easy attack.
Alastor braced himself in his shadow form, readying his magic and his stance, then pounced.
Husker had only a moment to comprehend the sudden attack and shouted a startled "What the fu--?!" before Alastor's shadow form enveloped him. He sank into Husker's body, his soul, his mind. However, Husker fought back; he tore at himself in an effort to distract Alastor or pull him out and resisted his influence on his mind. Alastor could hear his thoughts, racing with panic and adrenaline: "No, no, no! Get the fuck out, you sadistic bastard! What the hell are you doing?! Let me GO!"
"Oh, quiet Husker!" Alastor snapped, taking further control of the cat's body as he broke through Husker's efforts. "You've been hogging Angel too long-- it's my turn now."
Suddenly, it was done: Husker was locked in his head and Alastor was in control. He took a moment to steady himself, to get used to Husker's body, but soon a soft chuckle left his lips, and he found himself standing up from the velvet ground he'd been crouched on.
"Well, then!" he exclaimed, momentarily stunned by the sound of Husker's voice with his radio filter. He cleared his throat to correct it; he didn't want anyone getting suspicious, after all. "That was certainly easier than I thought it'd be. Hmm..." He smoothed down his ruffled charcoal fur and readjusted Husker's top hat before surveying himself in the reflective surface of the bar's golden pillars. "I must say, Husker, you take better care of yourself than I guessed! And your wings..." Alastor made Husker's wings flap then expand. "...quite divine, my friend! I don't understand how you could ever complain about them."
Let me go, you asshole! Husker shouted in his head. I've done everything you wanted! I haven't disobeyed you once!
"No, I suppose you haven't," Alastor said, snapping his fingers to clean up the mess Husker's struggle created. "But you've done something worse-- much worse, my friend."
What the hell are you talking about? I haven't done jack shit! Husker snapped. Just let me go! If you need me for something, at least let me tell Angel! We had plans to go out tonight, you--
"No, I don't think I will," Alastor interrupted, stepping out of the bar. "And no, you don't have plans to abscond with Angel tonight. Not anymore. As I said, it's my turn to have him."
Have him? Alastor, I fucking swear if you hurt a hair on his head--
"Oh, good heavens, I'd never!" Alastor cackled, using Husker's wings to fly up the staircase. "Angel is MINE, Husker, and you've gotten too close to him for my comfort. So now, I'm simply taking him back."
I don't know what you're on about, but he'll know you're not me. He'll know that something is wrong, and when he does he'll get Charlie or exorcise you himself!
Alastor ignored Husker's warning and stopped himself in front of Angel's door. He felt Husker's heart flutter, though whether that was because of him or Husk he wasn't certain. Still, he raised one of Husker's paws and knocked on the door.
"Come in!" Angel's voiced called from the other side.
Alastor smiled and opened the door, revealing Angel sitting at his makeup stand with some powder. He turned and Alastor had to mask a glare when he saw the ghastly bruise on his cheek from his horrible boss.
"Husky? I thought you had a bar to clean," he said with an affectionate smile.
Angel, baby, please run. That's not me, he's not me!
"I finished quickly," Alastor answered with a dismissive wave. "Though might I say you look beautiful, my dear."
And it was true: aside from the ugly bruising on his face, Angel looked darling in his white sweater with a big pink heart on his chest, black miniskirt, white stockings, and black high heels. He even had a red bow clip in his hair.
"Well, thanks," Angel said with a slightly concerned look in his eyes. "Are you okay? You seem... off."
"I'm fine, baby," Alastor told him. "Just had a run-in with Alastor is all."
Angel's concerned expression intensified immediately, and before Alastor could soothe him he was on his feet and checking him over frantically. "Oh, my god, baby, are you alright?! He didn't hurt you, did he? Oh, god, baby I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have left you alone! I swear, if he put a hand on you--!"
"Angel, I'm fine!" Alastor exclaimed, cupping Angel's face to freeze him. "I promise you, I'm fine. Alastor just wanted to ensure that we'd be back by curfew. I told him not to worry, because we wouldn't be going out. That's all."
"What?" Angel asked, gobsmacked. "Husk, what about the coffee shop? I thought you were excited to check it out with me."
"I changed my mind," Alastor lied, now caressing Angel's face. "While I was cleaning, I thought about all those creeps who bother you all the time, and I don't want them interrupting our time together."
"But you said--" Angel started with that concerned tone.
"It doesn't matter to me," Alastor said. "I don't want to waste a single second with you, and I don't want those vultures bothering you when we're together." He brought his face closer to Angel's and smiled into his beautiful pink eyes. "And more than anything, all I want right now is you, my angel."
"Husk-- mpff..." Angel's protest was quickly cut off by Alastor's lips pressing against his. Angel's eyes fluttered shut as he kissed back, and Alastor continued to caress his soft face. His lips... warm, soft, plump... perfect. Just as Alastor remembered.
Don't hurt him, Alastor, don't you dare! He's done nothing to you, please!
Alastor ignored Husker's pleas and snuck his tongue into Angel's mouth, which made Angel hum and moan as his hands gripped his shoulders and hips. Feeling bold, Alastor gently pushed Angel back towards his bed, bending him back and pressing him down into the mattress.
They broke apart and, while Alastor didn't feel the need to gasp for breath, Angel huffed and heaved heavily as he stared seductively into Alastor's stolen eyes.
"B-babe..." he gasped breathlessly. "Are you... are you sure you want this? We can wait, we don't have to, you said--"
"Forget what I said," Alastor told him, leaning down to kiss and suck on his neck. "I love you, my angel, I adore you. I can't imagine another second without you by my side." He bit down, hard, and Angel cried out a moan, which only made Alastor bite harder until he could taste blood. He licked it away while pulling down Angel's skirt and panties, then pushed himself up to look at Angel's blissful expression. "Let me care for you, my love. Let me be yours in the way that you are mine."
"Husk..." Angel sighed, gasping when Alastor grabbed his cock.
"Be mine, Anthony," Alastor hissed, his power making the lights flicker violently. "Say it, say that you'll be mine, and that I'm yours." He squeezed, and Angel moaned again, gripping his shoulders and hips even tighter.
Angel took a few breaths, a moan slipping out between each one, before finally responding, "I'm... I'm yours, Husky. Please, let me be yours... please be mine... please stay..."
Angel... Angel, baby, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. I love you, baby. I love you so, so...
"So much..." Alastor and Husker said in unison, before Alastor quickly took back control. "My perfect angel, of course I'll stay."
This time, Angel pulled him down for a kiss. Alastor let him, too preoccupied with pulling Husker's trousers and boxers down as well as tearing that sweater open so he could fondle Angel's chest fluff. He groaned as Angel's lower hands groped his (Husker's) erection and his tail. His wings fluttered as Angel's upper hands ruffled through the feathers, each one sending an extreme shock of pleasure throughout his body.
Suddenly, without Alastor's input, he pulled away from Angel's heavenly mouth and jumped down to his crotch. Then, he grabbed Angel's hips and pulled his dick into his mouth. Angel's gasp turned to throaty moans and mewls and pleas for more as Alastor sucked him off, his cheeks hollowing as he attempted to take more of Angel into his mouth, but right before he could attempt to deep throat his angel properly he pulled away against his control.
What in the blazes? Alastor wondered as he felt his control slipping.
My turn, you fucker. My body, my rules.
Oh, no. Husker got some control back. Alastor tried to snatch it back, but it was too late. Husker climbed back over Angel's sprawled body and lined his dick up with Angel's entrance. Alastor cupped Angel's face, trying to keep some control over Husker's body, and Angel gazed into his eyes, his face burning pink and his jaw slack.
He nodded. "Please, Husk. Do it, make me yours~"
Alastor kissed Angel as Husker gently guided his cock into Angel's slick entrance. Angel didn't even flinch-- just pulled Alastor (Husker) closer and wrapped his legs around his waist. And then, Husker slammed his dick into Angel and Angel screamed with pleasure into their kiss.
"Yesyesyesyesyesyes! Oh, Husk, YES! More! Harder! PLEASE!"
They obliged; slamming into Angel again hard enough to make his stomach bulge a bit. Angel cried out in pure bliss, and they did it again. And again. And again, until Angel could no longer speak and just moaned and kissed them.
They could feel their climax approaching, their pleasure peaking, but right before Alastor could warn Angel, Husker took back full control and bit down on Angel's neck again. Alastor could hear Husker's dominating, powerful tone as he growled MINE right before cumming into Angel. And the next moment was pure, whited-out bliss as Angel cried out, "H-HAH!-Husky, I-I'm gonna-- hahhhhh..."
For a minute, Alastor could feel and see nothing but the whiteness and pleasure of his orgasm. Then, he felt Husker pull out of Angel and readjust their positions. Alastor forced himself out of the high so he could focus on what was going on: Husker was draping a blanket over him and Angel and holding him close and lovingly. Angel cuddled into Husk, face still flush and eyes sparkling with love. He looked into Husk's eyes with his adorable smile and cuddled even more into Husk's embrace.
"I love you, Husk, I love you so much I could scream it for all of Hell to hear," he whispered.
Husker chuckled, and nuzzled Angel's forehead. "Oh, baby, I love--"
Alastor quickly and swiftly cut him off, making his body momentarily seize, before smiling and lifting Angel's chin and finishing, "--you, too. More than anything." And he leaned in for another kiss.
Angel hummed into the kiss, but there was a quizzical look in his eyes when they separated. "I still think something's off with you. Did you just use sex to try and distract me?"
"Nope," Alastor responded, ignoring Husker's slew of choice curses. "I just wanted your heart again."
Angel giggled and laid his head on Husker's chest. "You'll always have my heart, Husky baby. Always."
"Always..." Alastor echoed as Angel's eyes fluttered shut again, his expression one of pure bliss.
He meant me, you body-snatching asshole, Husker growled. You don't deserve it. Now let me go!
"Language, Husker, language," Alastor sighed. "But I suppose you may have your body back... for now."
I swear, if you do this again, I will--
"You'll do nothing," Alastor snapped, forcing himself out of Husker's body and reforming in the doorway. "Remember, you are my slave. You'll do what I say, when I say it."
Now back in control of his body, Husker held Angel protectively close and glared at Alastor. "Not to Angel. I don't care what your past is with him, but I won't let you hurt him or control him."
Alastor glared right back at Husker, though both demons flinched when Angel stirred a bit in Husker's arms. Husker gently kissed his forehead and Alastor sighed, temporarily defeated. Still, before he teleported away and called, "We'll continue this chat after my broadcast." And with a wave of his staff, he was gone.
Husk growled, laying back down with his angel wrapped safely in his arms as he murmured out, "Yeah, you better run away." He waited a moment for a possible attack, but after a minute he relaxed and closed his eyes, threading his claws through Angel's soft fur with a relieved sigh.