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Husk was the first one to wake up. The moment he realized he wasn’t in his room and who was clinging to him like he was a teddy bear, he couldn’t bring himself to move. It probably would have been the better option. He could have pretended nothing had happened if he had slipped out of the room and joined Sir Pentious for the final preparations to defend the hotel against Adam and his exterminators, but it was like a stone was holding him down. In a literal sense, it was Fat Nuggets that was on top of him, but even if he didn’t have an adorable as sin piglet on top of his chest, he suspected he wouldn’t find it in him to move.
Maybe it was the hangover. Maybe he was tired from partying. Maybe it was because Angel smelled so sweet and perfect with Husk’s pheromones spiked with his own. Maybe it was because they might double die today and it really didn’t matter if they were caught in bed together.
Maybe he hoped that when Angel woke up, he remembered last night as clearly as he did. Not just for morality’s sake but because the moment Angel breathed a satisfied sigh in his mouth once Husk finally kissed him, he had ranked the moment as one of the few good ones in his sorry existence.
When Angel stirred from bed, Husk’s ears perked up. Angel blinked, realizing Fat Nuggets wasn’t resting on him, then smiled as he realized who his beloved pet had chosen to sleep on instead.
“Mornin’, Suga. Ya ready ta kick some tail today?” His eyes ran over Husk’s body. “. . .hopefully after another round?”
Husk shifted and Fat Nuggets got the memo, absconding off the bed. They were partly clothed still, which they both thought was strange but had shrugged it off, kissing deeper and fixing this by taking off the rest of their clothes.
It was only when Angel took Husk’s hand to slide his fingers into his mouth that they both noticed the shine of gold bouncing off the hellish rays of sunlight.
“Don’t remember ya wearing anything that fancy.” Angel remarked.
But then Husk pointed out the ring on Angel’s left hand and they stared at each other in silence, aware what this meant, but astonished nonetheless.
“I remember tha fuckin. . .” Angel said slowly. “You remember anything after?”
Husk’s eyes squinted as he scrunched up his nose, trying to see into the past but it was all murky and smelled like whiskey and sounded like Angel’s laughter mixed with his own. “. . .not really.” He lamented.
Angel sat up straight, rubbing his head as if that would arrange the pieces to the puzzle.
And then Fat Nuggets nudged the door farther open (which made them both realize they had left it open a crack) and Lucifer -who had been walking by- stopped in his tracks with a smile on his face that was not fitting of a Lord whose kingdom would be under siege in a few hours.
“How are you love birds doing?”
They stared at him and then their identical rings.
“Like the rings I made? Ah? Nothing but the best from the King of Hell himself.” He winked.
Before either of them could react, Lucifer went on his merry way, leaving them both to process that apparently, the King of Hell had married them last night after they had fucked each other’s brains out.
“Okay, well now we gotta not die!” Angel proclaimed.