Being an early riser, Alastor had genuinely not expected another soul that following morning. Upon waking Alastor had crawled out of bed, flipped the sheets over then tidied the blankets up until the pristine flatness of his sheets satisfied him and he adjusted his pillows then grabbed his robe to pull over his pajamas. He fussed with his disheveled hair before leaving his room but after finding that nothing would soothe the wild locks he had merely shrugged at his messy appearance and snuck out of his bedroom with his Shadow paving the way with assurances that all others were asleep. It wasn't until he came walking down the large staircase into the lobby that he caught sight of the pristine white image of Angel Dust sitting in the love seat just like the night before only this time he was hunched forward at the waist, his cellular device sitting on the cushion next to him, his hands wrapped around a cup of steaming coffee. His shoulders were pulled forward tight against his chin like he were trying to make himself small as possible this morning rather than appearing larger than life. At first the deer had thought it a mere ghost image that his mind were conjuring up but when the spider lifted his head the deer felt his heart squeezing in his chest rather fiercely as his stomach twisted at the sight on Angel's face.
His cheeks were wet lines soaking the fur, his eyes were still misty and his lower hands plucking at the pajama top covering his stomach as he squeezed his cup firmly between his hands and Alastor had to admit at that moment that there was something heartbreaking about the image. He continued down the stairs with those misty wet eyes following him until he cleared his throat and Angel was quick to follow with a throat clearing of his own only it sounded thicker, heavier with tears clogging his throat. "Bonjour, cher. What are you doing up so early? And looking so absolutely distraught?" It was strange how instead of playful his voice sounded genuine underneath the static filter.
"Oh, nothin'. Val was an asshole this morning is all." Angel replied shrugging those hunched shoulders as he looked at the dear and tried for a cocky smile but it seemed close to falling just from how wobbly it truly looked at that moment. "But I guess it's no surprise that you're up this early, is it, Smiles? Though you look like a little kid who just got outta bed!" Angel giggled as he looked at the messy locks of Alastor's hair sticking this way and that but the deer merely raised a hand to pat at the wild locks which did little against their wildness. After the patting had stopped, the giggles ending soon after, Angel tipped his head. "Want a cup of coffee?"
"That was my plan, yes. No need to move yourself, Angel, I am perfectly capable of getting a cup myself." How tight and prim the Radio Demon sounded in that moment for some part of him was miffed that the spider had the audacity to giggle at him like he were some little child getting out of bed. Truly Angel just didn't know how to act in the presence of an Overlord, did he? Alastor wasn't the first nor would he be the last powerful demon before the spider yet he felt no real fear oozing out of the spider, nor did he sense anything was amiss in the spider at that moment and the usual fear and respect he smelt off of the spider was missing. All that he could sense, smell and feel inside of himself was the absolute heartbreak oozing off of the spider, the pain and the agony that was bubbling inside of the other male. "I suppose I shall share my morning coffee with you then, cher."
Angel nodded as his device vibrated on the couch cushions causing a dramatic spike of that heartbreak, a numbing scent spreading through Alastor and causing him to step faster towards the kitchen as his robe swirled around his legs. He had no clue what could torment a person so early in the morning but something was going on with the spider. Alastor wouldn't pry as it wasn't his business but knowing the spider he would share in a bit once Alastor decided to sit down with his coffee. Letting out a heavy breath Alastor entered the large kitchen, making his way to the counter where the steam rolled off of the glass coffee pot beckoning him closer in the early morning light from the large kitchen window. He reached up to the ridiculous little thing Charlie had calle the "cup tree" where his coffee mug hung on the hook which he plucked off and placed it on the counter. Grabbing the sugar, Alastor reached out plucking the wet spoon up and shook the droplets from it before dipping it into the sugar spooning in a single scoop and placed the sugar back to its place. He picked the coffee pot out of it's place in the machine and poured the black liquid into the mug where it steamed and he slid the pot back into place. He stirred his coffee experimentally before placing the spoon into the sink he took an experimental sip of the burning liquid and sighed as he stared out the window at the pale light shimmering across the deep red sky from the large Pentagram.
Surely he could stand here, sip his coffee and leave the spider to be in the lobby but he also knew that the spider was waiting for him to join him. He'd said he'd do so and that left him with no other real option in avoiding the spider so, after a second scalding sip, Alastor wrapped both hands around his coffee mug letting the warmth soak into his palms. Then he began walking in the similar path he'd walked across the kitchen with his robe swaying side to side against his calves as he walked into the lobby once again. Angel was rubbing at his eyes while the second pair were texting on his cellular device much to Alastor's irritation but he swallowed it down and smiled widely at the spider like he would any other day. He chose to sit in his favored arm chair, closest to the fire place, and crossed one leg over the other bopping it as he hummed under his breath waiting for the spider to finish whatever conversation he was having on the device. He took a sip of his coffee as he watched Angel. The fur on his cheeks seemed matted from the wetness from his tears and had dripped down his jaw to his chest fur, something that made Alastor's lips finally pinch together as the spider placed his phone down taking a shuddering breath and rubbing his hands over his face. Whatever it was that the moth wanted from the spider it was clear that Angel wanted no parts of it and was clearly in a very upset state over the whole situation that was taking place on the device sitting silently now.
"So tell me, cher, just what does have you so upset this morning?" Alastor questioned as he brought his mug closer to his lips to take a long sip this time while Angel took a deep breath in and let it out. Alastor tilted his head waiting, his lips pressed against the rip of his cup as he drummed a few fingers lightly around the sides of the mug as he swallowed his mouthful. "Is it truly so horrid as to make you cry so early this morning?"
"Oh, Val's wanting me to do something to make shit up to him and I don't want to do it." Angel forced a smile, shrugging his shoulders as his fingers fidgeted with one another nervously as he stared at the floor. "I dunno why he bothers doing this shit when he knows it'll end up happenin' whether I like it or not." Angel pinched his lips together but it didn't hide the way his lower lip trembled. Alastor felt his brows pulling together tightly and Angel forced a wobbly smile. "It's a type of porn he's wantin' me to do, somethin' bout a few customers recommendin' it and he knows it's the last thing that I want to do but what can I say to an Overlord I pissed off the other day? It's not like I can refuse and he'll let it drop."
Alastor's lips quivered, a frown strongly pulling at the corner's in distaste but he fought against it in favor of forcing his lips higher as he stared at the misty eyed spider who was cursing under his breath as he rubbed at his eyes once again. "Well, truly it cannot be so horridly or disgusting as to make you cry, can it?" Angel turned his head away now with his upper hands pressing against his cheeks while his second pair of arms hugged his stomach tightly. "Angel? What, er, type of adult movies is he wanting you to create? What is so horrible about it?"
Angel took a few deep breaths before his hands flashed out snatching up the device next to him his cup abandoned on the floor half filled and he jumped to his feet so suddenly that Alastor couldn't help but blink at the spider. He turned his head smiling at the Radio Demon, a forced smile that did not go with those wet cheeks or the tears building up in his pink eyes at that moment but the redhead couldn't think of a thing to say to keep the spider from crying. "It's nothin', Smiles. I'll be fine, IT will be fine, so don't get yaself all worked up over nothin'! I forgot to feed Nugs and I gotta get my laundry so I gotta go actually, sorry to barge in on ya alone time. I'll see ya later, Alastor."
And with that the spider rushed to the elevator with pinched lips as he slammed his fingers into the button and, for all the irony in the world, the doors slid open and the spider rushed in with his fingers reaching for the buttons and the doors slid shut. Alastor sipped at his coffee once again as Angel's face, wet and matted, remained in his mind at that moment as he hummed irritably as he took a larger sip of the hot liquid and sank backwards into his chair as his leg bounced lightly. His fingers rubbed at the warm ceramic of his mug as he took another sip, his mind churning wordlessly like static on a radio as he stared at those closed elevator doors. His curiosity was a living thing inside of him wanting to know just what it was that Valentino wanted the spider to do that would cause one to weep so early in the morning. Was that a natural thing to become curious about? Was it alright for him to be so curious about the topic? Alastor sighed out irritably, just like he had before, and he forced himself to his feet as he gulped at his coffee once more and began walking back to the kitchen to place his cup in the sink. He had things to do this morning and being curious about an upset Angel Dust was the last thing he needed to be worrying or curious about.
When was this going to be over? When would he know? When, when, when, when? He could feel Valentino's gaze locked on him from the sidelines of the set as Angel pressed his face against the edge of the bed, his throat aching from the moans ripping free from him and the high hoarse cries leaving his lips and his hips ached from the harsh brutal pounding he'd been subjected too for most of the day and yet his body felt hot. HE was hot. Everything inside of him was hot. The heat was suffocating, burning him from the inside out, his hands clawing at the wooden frame of the bed that creaked every so often with the harsh movements of the man above him and Angel's eyes were growing watery as they rolled upwards towards the steel piping and bright lights beaming down at him. His hips were held high up away from the bed in a tight, painful grip as the quiet grunts escaped the man above him and Angel had to admit there was a sense of familiarity in this situation and as his eyes rolled back he swore one thing. One quiet vow, a promise to himself. It was so easy to make it but as his eyes fluttered shut and tears dripped down his cheeks from the pleasure he left large gouges in the bed frame, in the mattress as he ripped at it he knew exactly what he wanted in that moment.
He wanted nothing more than to rip Valentino limb from limb. He wanted to murder the moth.
He knew he was too weak to fight against an Overlord but he hated the feeling of those eyes on him waiting and watching, eyes that seemed to never blink half the time and Angel wanted nothing more than to end this situation before it could complete. And yet his orgasm was building in his stomach like a tight rubber band being pulled apart, reaching it's breaking point and his hips thrust themselves backwards of their own accord as he clawed and ripped up the mattress wishing he could burn the whole thing. Wishing he could burn himself before this could take place and he knew more than anything that once he did this that it'd be never ending and he would never find that relief or go back to his old simple life ever again. Angel howled in pain when nails dug into his fur, ripping it in clumps that fluttered onto the mattress as the man above him literally clawed at his back making him scream as the harsh thrusts, the burning heat underneath his skin crescendoed. His throat burned from the screaming but he couldn't stop, the sound kept coming out as the blood welled on his back and finally, finally, finally he felt it. The orgasm, the relief as his eyes rolled back as he choked off a scream and the heat outside of his body and inside of his body was overwhelming but he felt detached from his body from the burning heat of the sex and yet he still felt it. The dreaded, disgusting sensation of heat seeping inside of him making him swallow back the wild scream that danced inside of his throat at the thought of what his life would now be as he squeezed his eyes shut once the camera turned off.
"That was exactly what I wanted to see." Valentino announced causing for a few pockets of handclapping but Angel couldn't find it in him to stand up and beam like he would any other time but rather he chose to keep his head turned into the sheets. Tears were threatening to spill down his cheeks. "As that's a wrap I want this placed cleared out! Now!" Scuttling feet on the studio floors had Angel's ears perking up but his face remained downwards as tears welled on his lower eyelids smearing the color of the floor in his vision. Once the door finally shut the smell of smoke began filtering around the room as Valentino walked over towards the bed smiling down at the spider, not that he could see it. "So how do you feel, Angelcakes?"
"I'm fine." Oh, how pitiful his voice was at this moment! It was a voice Alastor would laugh at, one that Husk would roll his eyes or Charlie would smother him in hugs with. It was a voice cracking and thick with tears. Angel hated how they swarmed his vision, smearing the world around him as Valentino's lighter flicked in the silence and hands grabbed his hips lifting them upwards to stop the mild drainage that had been leaking out of him and he could have sobbed when Valentino began massaging his stomach. He was humming happily as his fingers dug into Angel's stomach as he kept his hips upwards, his magic throbbing inside of Angel as it sought out to solidify it's latest creation in the spider; a birth canal and magical womb along with a pseudo vagina just below his genitals for the pregnancy to work. He wished Valentino had just gotten rid of his penis for this, he really had, but the spider hadn't been granted any mercy and was given this instead. Disgusting of Valentino.
"That's good! Just imagine, Angelcakes, this'll pass by quickly for ya! You're a spider so you'll be pregnant for, hmmm," Valentino thought for a moment before smiling as he continued massaging Angel's stomach. "You'll be pregnant for about two to four weeks, and obviously the nest will remain here where I can keep an eye on it. Those kids will make a lot of money, alive or dead, you hear me? You'll be taken care of to the best of my ability." Angel doubted it. Oh he doubted it. "You understand me, Angelcakes?"
"I got it!" Angel shouted into the blankets as his tears bloomed down his cheeks into the blankets as the fingers dropped away from his stomach and instead propped his hips upwards with an arm when, with little flare, had the spider shouting out as his legs kicked out instinctively at the plug being shoved into the pseudo vagina. His head flew upwards to look backwards at the moth, tears blearing his vision as he stared in astonishment at the moth who merely smiled his hot pink smile. "What do ya think ya are doin'? Why do I needta be plugged up?"
"Because I said so. You'll keep this in you until we're sure that you're pregnant and we'll do more shoots to insure that you're nice and ready to go with the shoots for the next two to four weeks though that princess will be a bitch about it." The moth paused then tilted his head at the spider. "In fact, I'd rather you didn't tell her about this little job detail, alright? And if she does then you can tell her you're making up for a fuck up by doing some specialty shoots of pregnancy stuff. I bet you she'd stop asking questions after that, now wouldn't she?"
Angel grit his teeth together rather than commenting or saying a single thing more to the moth knowing it would just lead to more problems down the road and Angel felt like he had pissed the moth off more time sin this week than he had in the years he'd been working for him. Angel Dust was sure that he was fucked. Literally, figuratively and physically was he fucked over. The liquid inside of him had since become cool, a presence inside of him that he wanted to get out of his body as soon as possible. However with the moth standing over him Angel knew that he would never get the plug out of him and if he took it out at home be just about as fucked if he had taken the plug out of him now. Angel buried his face into the blankets to hide his shame, his disgust, his anger, away from the moth so he wouldn't see the emotions flickering past the spider's face as he considered the next weeks of his life and just how they might turn out. And what would happen to the children once Angel had them? Would they be live or eggs? He had to guess eggs given his spider nature but there was something horrific about giving birth in the slightest bit and if Valentino willed it he'd be making labor porn as well. Something that he heard was true hell.
Angel wanted to scream, howl, and sob like the others did when they were forced into this porn section but Angel knew it wouldn't be his whole life nor would it be his whole career but the fact that it was happening to him? That was enough to make him cry into the sheets as he clenched his jaw, pinched his lips and literally swallowed his sobs down as the tears wet the blanket underneath him. Fingers massaged at his lower back and he wanted so badly to force it away as he squeezed his wet eyes shut to fight the howl of outrage building on his lips when the moth sighed out walking away from the spider. With merely a look, something he felt physically on his body, Angel allowed himself a few more moments of tears hidden in the blankets before he forced his head up with a long stuffy breath through his nose and climbing off the bed onto his shaking legs had a strange sense of shame within himself. Anger bubbled inside of him as he pulled on his scantily made dress that did little to hide his naked form but he needed some sense of clothing if he was going to make it back to his dressing room and get himself cleaned up. He walked awkwardly due to the plug but he pressed his lips together as all four arms curled around himself and he hunched his shoulders forward rushing down the hallway out of the studio, avoiding the sympathetic looks aimed his way.