I was reading through some Age-play stories and I ended up getting the strangest idea. I've seen it done with Angel and Alastor, but I'm going to be doing something different. Some in complete left field.

This is going to be a Pentious/Arackniss story! AxelGear from Youtube made me fall in love with his version of Arackniss and I've read plenty of Pentniss stories.

No smut. Mentions of Kinky times. Mostly focuses on mental and emotional healing. I don't know how to write smexy times. Hope you all like it! This is my first time writing a Pentniss story!

Chapter 1: The Issue

When dealing with trauma, it's difficult to find a way to properly handle it. Some take medication to help ease it. Sometimes it's therapy. Other's tend to throw themselves into work. Or a hobby. Some go to extreme measures. Resulting to taking drugs. Or drinking excessively. Some end up repeating the same trauma that they were subjected to. There was no telling what was a right or a wrong way. Some found it easier to deal with than others. Others it was too much. Yes trauma was a sensitive subject to address, let alone understand. After all two people can experience the same trauma but come out with two very different approaches to deal with it. And that's what our story is about. How one person, or should I say demon, found an unexpected coping mechanism to help the one he loves.

It was a usual day in Hell for Sir Pentious. The snake kingpin was currently working on a new invention. His minions, the Egg Bois, were making themselves useful by handing him tools that he needed. He had a new plan to help take over more territory. And that involved new inventions. He was going to have to stop eventually. Before he would work for days on end until he collapsed. Now he couldn't. Not when his partner was living with him. A small smile spread across his face.

Arackniss. The little spider had stolen his heart. Arackniss was actually the son of one of his clients, Henroin, one of the leading drug kingpins of the underworld. The spider was much smaller than his father. While Arackniss stood at five feet, his father stood at ten. Even his younger siblings were taller than him at nine feet. Hell, Pentious himself stood at seven feet and was thirteen feet long if you measured his full body. Despite his small frame, the spider was a Mafia boy. He was his family's top sniper. He was quick shot and could hit a fly's wing from across the room. He was basically his father's second in command. Yet that didn't mean Arackiniss' family life was well.

Pentious knew that it was a taboo subject. He hadn't meant to be smitten with his client's son. But the two ended up getting along so well. Despite the rocky introduction that they had. But over time they ended up falling for each other. And mending his relationship with his younger siblings. Arackniss ended up actually moving out of the apartment he shared with his father since he arrived in Hell. He was now living with his lover, his boyfriend. It was a lot for Arackniss to realize that he was bisexual. And it was a greater relief that he managed to have move out before his father could learn of his attraction to men. He kept it hidden though. Because if Henroin found out that his oldest was into men... it wouldn't be pretty.

Actually, most of the personal experience with Henroin wasn't pleasant. Pentious took a lot of time of easing Arackniss to tell him about his past. And it made him concern. Sure Hell was no stranger to horrid people. But while he had learn to be synthesize to many things, but those who abused others, specifically the ones they were suppose to love, did not sit well for him. But for someone to treat their children so horribly? It left an uneasy pit in his stomach every time Arackniss would come back with injuries. Sure injuries heal, but the emotional trauma lingered much longer. It was difficult to get the small sniper to open up after each horrid altercation.

"Mr. Boss Man?"

Sir Pentious looked over at the egg. It was Egg Boi 46.

"What is it 46?"

"Mr. Arackniss is home. He didn't look good."

A surge of worry shot through the Victorian villain.

"Thank you 46. That'll be all."

He set his tools down and made his way to where the spider was. He hope Arackniss would be in a mood that he'd allow some care to be given.

Arackniss felt like shit. A job ended up getting botched. And it wasn't his fault! Yet he still had to face his father's wrath out of something that wasn't in his control! So why did he feel so guilty? Was there something Pa saw that he didn't? Did he accidentally miss a signal? Did he not hear a command given out? Was he not hidden enough? He didn't understand. What could he have done wrong? He was pathetic, wasn't he? Pa must've noticed something and he failed to do so. God everything fucking hurt... He probably broken a few bones. Or sprained something. It didn't matter.

It hurt to open the door. But it didn't matter. He didn't matter. His feelings didn't matter. It didn't matter that he was bleeding, or limping, or if his body felt like it was being stabbed by a million needles and on fire. He just had to push through it. Like always. After all, his father depended on him. He couldn't be weak. He had several jobs to do tomorrow. He ignored the blood that was dripping and matting his fur. He just hoped that he could make it before Pen saw him.

The snake always got so worried whenever he'd come home injured. And even more so when it was from his own father. Even though Pent told him this wasn't normal behavior, he was just so sure that it was when it comes to him. He was a fuck up. He was going to take this time to learn to be more aware. To not screw up any more jobs. He was relieved to see the bathroom in front of him. Good. He just needed to get insi-

"Nissy!"

Fuck. He didn't want Pen to pity him right now. So much for not running into him. He groaned as he stopped. He moved to turn and face him.

"Hey Pen-"

"Are you alright? Oh dear just look at you! Did a job go badly for you?"

"Sort of..." He admitted. "Pop wasn't too happy about it."

The snake's eyes furrowed in concern.

"Arackniss, your father-"

"It was my fault. I guess I wasn't as alert as I thought as was. No big deal. Just got to be more-"

"Arackniss."

The small sniper stopped when snake gripped his shoulders. He looked away. He couldn't bare to look into his partner's worrying eyes. He shifted uneasily. He hated when he was placed in this position. The silent judgment and unspoken discussion that they have to yet to properly address. He shifted awkwardly, trying to get more weight off his injured side.

"Let's get you cleaned up, patched up and I'll fix dinner."

Arackniss felt some tension leave.

"Yea, that sounds nice."

Pentious knew that it was best not to immediately confront Arackniss on his father's treatment of him. The spider often got defensive, excusing the cruel treatment that he was being subjected to. He knew that he couldn't let him continue this destructive behavior. But the problem is that he didn't know how. His lover was very defensive and dismissive on his father's behavior and his own personal well being. How was he going to make him see that he couldn't continue this path? He'd have to look for answers when Arackniss was at work tomorrow. Because despite his injuries, the small spider would refuse to quit work unless his father allowed him too. He hope he could figure something out.

This is probably the shortest chapter I'm going to posting for this story. I hope you all like it and will stay tune for future chapters! Thanks for reading!