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Harry paced through his apartment, mind frazzled and tired. The day had gone like any other. Work in the wizarding world as an auror; chasing down a witch who had gone mad. Remnants of Voldemort continue, still causing scenes and making his life a living...well, it didn't feel appropriate to say hell. He'd been to hell. It was not quite like that.
Ever since the tender age of eight, Harry had kept his trips to hell a secret. The discovery of his magical bloodline had been very welcome at twelve; but, led to more confusion as he grew older. There were no magical books on the existence of hell or heaven. Only philosophy and theories outlining the idea of existence after death. The older Harry became, the more guarded of his secret he realized he needed to be. He never told a soul in the living world of his visits to hell. At times the pressure was overwhelming, like something was constantly calling him back.
Today was one of those times.
"Where did I put the bloody thing…" Harry muttered to himself, sticking his hand under his mattress. He regrets making the space between his mattress and the frame an endless storage space… specifically when he is looking for the very thing he needs to help unwind. He pulls out various objects from the void; a book with suggestive writing on the front, a jar filled with oddly shaped eyeballs, a blade forged in the blood of a fallen angel… the normal stuff you keep hidden under the mattress.
"There you are…" He grumbles to himself, pulling a strange looking cellphone from the void. The phone is bright red in color, a golden pentagram on the back. When he taps the screen nothing happens.
"Buggar…" Harry groans. Pushing in a button on the back, a tiny needle pops from the bottom. Tightening his jaw, Harry sticks the needle into the fleshy part of his arm. The blood pumps into the phone- and moments later the screen finally lights in a bright purple screen. Waiting a couple more minutes, Harry finally pulls the phone from his arm and pushes the button again.
Tapping the phone twice, a golden pentagram shows up before flashing away into a question mark.
"Gate to hell, if you please," Harry speaks into the phone. A golden eye appears on the screen, that narrow slightly at his voice.
"Yeah okay, don't be fussy with me. I know it's been a while," The phone flashes a couple exclamation points before eye rolling in response.
"Alright alright. May I have a gate to hell, please," Harry relents, giving his phone a blank look. A golden heart shines on the screen before it goes completely black. A moment passes. Harry can feel the energy gather in the room, making the hair on his arm stand on end.
A swirling void appears in his bedroom wall, the other-side a neon swirl of red and purple. Harry holds the phone close to his lips and mutters a thanks, before stepping through to the other side.
Stepping onto the sidewalk, he is immediately hit with the smell of decaying flesh. A quick glance around shows him nothing but chaos, as a loud bell chimes in the distance. The yearly purge had just ended, and anxiety settled in his chest. He'd forgotten about the important part of the year. The time of the year he'd always worried about Angel.
"Watch it!" A loud imp yells, racing by. Harry steps out of the way to watch a wolf woman chase after him with a snarl on her face. When the wizard goes to move again, he pauses for two other imps to fly by; one short with black hair and the other with two large overarching horns. A chuckle settles in his chest as he runs a hand through his dark locks.
It's good to be back.
Making his way through the dangerous streets, he finally manages to locate Happy Hotel. The place looks as dingy as always from the outside, but he notices the name change almost immediately.
"Hazbin?" He expresses out loud.
"Yeah… I'm not really happy about it either…" Vaggie mentions casually, appearing beside Harry.
"Hello Vaggie," Harry states casually. "...What's with the name change?"
"Charlie made a deal with The Radio Demon," Is all Vaggie says, with a heavy sigh. She waltzes into the hotel, holding the door for Harry.
Walking inside Harry notices more than a couple things. The hotel has been tidied, a bar has been added, and a growling cat-bat is glaring at him from across the room.
"Hello," Harry announces, maintaining eye contact. "...has Angel been around?"
"Fuck if I know. Do I look like I'm getting my cock sucked right now?" Husk offers back, a hand propped against his cheek. Harry hears a laugh come from beside him, but finds no one there when he looks.
"I'd check his room. Knock first, I think he's live," Vaggie offers in the awkward silence, spread out on the mouth sofa.
"Thanks…" Harry replies in kind. He clenches his wand under his coat, breathing deeply to offset the anger from Husk's words.
The trip to Angel's room is long, but uneventful.
Knocking on the door, he hears a crash.
"Fucking god damnit…" Angel mutters under his breath. "...Who is it? I'm busy!"
"Oh. I guess i'll just ask Charlie if she wants to hang out then-" Harry teases. The reaction is instantaneous. Several crashes later the door swings open to reveal Angel's brightly neon pink room. Angel appears out of breath. Dust settled on their nose.
"Hey! Hey babe, uh… when did ya get here?" Angel is dusting off themselves, adjusting their vest and skirt.
"Not long ago," Harry begins casually, eyeing the computer screen in the background and the bag sitting on the desk. "...Is this a bad time, Angel?"
"What? No! Never a bad time. Lemme just uh," Angel turns back to glance at his room, arms moving frantically.
"I've already seen it," Harry replies, pushing past Angel to go into his room. "...I guess the whole 'going sober and redeeming yourself' thing isn't going so well, huh?" Angel straightens to a point, before relaxing and laughing it off.
"I'm just having… a teensy weensy episode. I've been good. Honest! You worry too much babe. It's okay to let loose sometimes,"
"How is Valentino?" Harry asks, voice devoid of emotion. He wanders to the other side of the room, picking up Fat Nuggets and cuddling him.
"Valentino? Who is that darling?" Angel feigns, resting his head on Harry's shoulder. Harry simply turns to look as his boyfriend, an irradiated look on his face.
"Okay okay, sheesh," Angel relents, wrapping two pairs around his lover. "...Valentino is still not around babe. This hotel makes sure of that. I'm just… doing cam videos for some extra change. No biggie!"
"Change for drugs?" Harry replies with a heavy sigh. Fat Nuggets eyes glow as Harry gives him scritches on his snoot.
"Not...always," Angel mutters. He listens to Harry let out another sigh, before jumping up animatedly. "...What's your life been like anyway? It's been a while babe. I beginning to think you found a harlot on the other...gross-living side,"
"As a half-living person, not gross; but no… no harlot," Harry chuckles in response, palming Angels cheek to give him a kiss. "...I've just been busy… and frustrated,"
"Frustrated, you say?" Angel's voice switches to his smooth talking octave. "...well you have cum, to the right place darling,"
"Ha ha," is Harry's sarcastic reply as he gets comfortable on Angel's bed. "...I'm not one of your Johns, Angel. The solution to all my problems isn't a blowjob,"
"But it could be," Angel offers back as he dramatically lays his head in Harry's lap. Harry laughs loudly in response, running a hand through Angel's hair.
"Your hair is soft today," The wizard mumbles affectionately.
"It's the blood of my enemies that really hydrates the strands," Comes the spider-demons sarcastic response. Harry laughs again, loudly and unrestricted. Heart bloom into Angels eyes.
"What?" Harry asks, much calmer now.
"Nothing," Angel replies, a faint blush blooming on his cheeks.
The conversation lasts a while as they catch up with each other. Angel admits his minor scuffle with Sir Pentious, the hotel being supported by Radiohead and his growing affection for the rag-tag group of friends around the hotel. Harry mentions his exhaustion from fighting rouge wizards. The constant pulls deep within him, wherever he goes, to venture back here to hell. The shield he has to hold up around his best friends. He's exhausted physically and emotionally.
"Sounds like you came to the right place darling," Angel admits, cuddling close to his boyfriend.
"Yeah…" Harry sighs, as he runs his hand over Angel's fluffy bosom and down over his abdomen. Harry places a chaste kiss on the spider-demon's head. "...I have an idea though…"
"Mmm?" Angel whispers back, voice husky.
"How about…" Harry tries off, hand sneaking under the band of Angel's skirt. His fingers ghost over the semi-hard erection Angel has, playfully tapping at the swollen. Angel laughs breathlessly, a pair of hands stopping Harry while another pair caresses his face.
"Now, now... you're da one thats needs relaxation… let me help you~"
"No Angel… I wanna please you for once," Harry whispers, eskimo kissing his boyfriend affectionately. "...what are you scared of? That I'll be better than you?" The wizard teases, delighting in the grin he receives from his lover.
"As if…" Angel Dust chuckles, relaxing against the wizard. "...give it ya best shot I guess, but don't be mad when I don't jizz for ya. I'm a classy fellow,"
"Classy you say?" the wizard replies in a husky whisper.
"Ye- AH!" Angel moans loudly, hands gripping at various parts of Harry's body. The wizard laughs in full force, loving the way the spider-demon stutters under his affection.
"So sensitive. I thought you were classy," Harry teases, pumping Angel's now fully erect cock in a languid motion. He pulls a low groan from his lover, lower than he's ever heard before. A heat flushes through his loins from the sound.
"I-...fuck Harry," Angel groans, grinding back into his boyfriends hands.
"Starved for attention?" Harry offers a grin, as he kisses down Angel's long neck. The spider-demon shivers against him, moaning loudly when teeth scrape against the point his neck meets his shoulder.
"Always darling, always,"
"Mmm? I thought your cam show gave you so much attention, yeah?" Harry shifts there position, pulling down his lover's skirt to watch his white and pink cock spring free. He kisses the tip delicately, a pink reflection shining across his glasses as he glances up to watch Angel's face. Angel looks ruined, one of his many hands laid over top of his eyes. The spider-demon occasionally peeks under his arm to watch Harry, and is embarrassed to find the wizard staring straight at him.
"I-it's not the same…" Angel chokes out, a hand extending to run through Harry's messy brown hair. Harry swallows his lover's brightly colored cock in one go, nose hitting Angels tuft of hair at the base. The response is immediate and makes the wizards own cock pulse from desire.
"FUCK HARRY," Angel yells, head thrown back as his back arches. His many arms are clenching on the bed, a shiver running through his body.
The wizard takes his time building his boyfriend's orgasm. Angel can't seem to keep quiet. The demon's hands move and grip and run through Harry's lock on repeat. If his demon lover isn't gasping for air and moaning, he's begging for Harry to stop. The pleasure is too much for him. His job is to give, not receive.
Harry moves a hand to press into the valley between Angel's balls and his ass. The demon is immediately sputtering his affection. A few more pumps and some grinding into the back of Harry's throat; and, he feels the pulse stiffness of release. Harry hums affectionately over Angel as he swallows the load, deep throating and watching through lowered eyelashes as his lover loses control.
"Harry! God please, yes baby yes...so fucking good," Angel groans, multiple hands finding home on the wizards head. "...too fucking good to me,"
"Not really," Harry laughs after letting go of Angel's cock with a loud, wet pop. He wipes his mouth with his sleeve. The demon slides close to his boyfriend, palms on either side of the wizards cheeks as he steals a loving kiss.
"Not it's my turn~" The spider-demon whispers sensuously. He turns to arch his back in a great show, positioning his ass high into the air. Angel teasingly shakes back and forth.
"It's time to get your reward!" Angel grins.
"Mmmm…" Harry playful ponders, rubbing his boyfriends ass affectionately. "...what else do you have to offer?" the wizard jokes. Angel props his cheek on one head with a grin.
"How about another cock down that throat of yours?"
"Feisty," Harry chuckles, swatting his lover's ass. "...I'm spoiling you today. How about… you top me?"
Angel's grin stays in place, but his eyes blink rapidly in confusion.
"What was that darling? I don't think I heard you correctly," Angel states. The demon sits up from his position, animatedly bouncing to sit in front of Harry. "...did you say… I- as in me, top you?"
"Yeah that's what I said," Harry replies, eyebrow arched with a grin. Angel seems to fumble on his words temporarily, before booting with confidence. A long white-pink fingertips Harry's chin up to the demon as he stands over the wizard at full height.
"Well well well… a delectable treat for whittle ol' me," Angel's grin is impossibly wide, sharp teeth stretched to the limit.
"You think so?" Harry chuckles, nudging the finger away to bring his hand up and hold it affectionately. "...You'll show me a good time, won't you Angel?"
The spider-demon bends down to give his lover an affectionate kiss, before one of his hands grips the messy brown hair and pulls it back.
"Of course darling. Now, get on your knees,"
The wizard moves to get comfortable, and his lover springs on him like a hungry predator. Hands move all over Harry's skin, peeling away the layers and ghosting over the skin. He hears the soft click of the lube opening, the sticky sound as it is applied to Angel's cock and to his ass. The pressure seeps into his bones when he feels the thickness of his spider-demon lover, sliding between his cheeks and pressing lightly before pulling away.
"What is da safety word, darling?" Angel purrs, hands caging Harry's arms above his head; hands gripping his hips… hand woven tightly in his hair and another secured pleasantly around his cock.
Was he spoiling Angel… or was Angel spoiling him?
"C-Charlie…" Harry laughs, quickly groaning when Angel tugs at his cock.
Angel pushes in slow. Relishing the way the wizard shakes and gasps under him. Barely pushing the tip in, he pulls out fully before trying again. Every every attempt, he watches his boyfriend break down more fully.
"F-fuck.." Harry groans, arms struggling lightly against Angels. The strict strength he feels when Angel easily holds his arms back down, sends molten desire straight through to the tip of his cock.
"I know. My cock is delightful, is it not?" Angel laughs, breathless. The demon teases the tip of Harry's cock, smearing the pre-cum that seeps out.
When he finally settles, fully sheathed into Harry's ass, he grinds slowly down into him. The wizard fumbles with words, pressing back against his partner in earnest.
"You look so fucking good, like this," Angel mumbles, sincerity slipping out.
"Yeah?" Harry manages to get out, body shaking from each thrust of Angel's hips. "...That's because I'm all yours, right?" The wizard wears a bratty grin. His demon boyfriend stutters in his movements, a blush blooming over his cheeks.
"Hey! Thats my fucking line!" Angel shouts animatedly, caught off guard. Harry struggles against Angel's grip on him playfully, in response.
"Yeah? Prove it," The wizard argues, grinding back against his boyfriend.
The demon whole heartedly drives into his boyfriend. Hands grip and ghost across Harry's skin, drawing louder and louder groans from deep within the wizards psyche. Finally able to let loose and be himself free from secrets; Harry leaves himself vulnerable and open.
"Please don't fucking stop, Angel," Harry yells, lost in the molten pleasure coursing through his veins. Angel makes no move to silence him, thriving on the louder Harry gets.
"Are you my cute, little, half-demon slut? Huh darling?" Angel teases in Harry's ear, lips ghosting over the shell. The wizard feels his loins tighten roughly, and knows he's about to come undone.
"Holy shit please An-" Harry begins, his moan building in volume.
"ANGEL!" The door slams open to the bright pink room. Charlie stands in the doorframe, a disappointed expression on her face. "I thought I told you…" The princess of hell trails off, eyes blinking rapidly.
"Pfffft," Vaggie stands behind her, trying hard to contain the laughter trying to burst from her lungs.
"I'm so sorry!" Charlie yells, covering her eyes while her hand blindly tries to find the doorknob.
Angel makes no move to stop thrusting, and has no shame in moaning in front of the imposing guests.
"Fuck!" Harry yells, trying desperately to hold back his moans and his orgasm. Angel takes great delight in forcing him to finish anyway.
"That's it, thats it darling~" Angel moans loudly, throwing his head back as he grips tightly against Harry's hips.
"Shut the fucking dOOR!" The wizard yells as his orgams rips through him. Angel squeezes his cock as it shoots thick ropes on to the covers. He hears the door slam in the back of his mind, but is preoccupied with Angels rutting into his ass and filling it to the brim with cum.
They both collapse against the sheets, Angel still buried deep inside. Harry pants a string of curses under his breath while the spider-demon laughs loudly in delight.
"I should have recorded that…" Angel says through his laughter, pulling out as he runs soothing hands over Harry's body.
"You didn't lock the door?" Harry gasps out, eyes moving to his cellphone that had lit up with a text, on the floor.
"Oh I never lock the door. Interruptions are free content baby," Angel pulls the side drawer out, grabbing at some wet wipes to start cleaning Harry with.
"I can do that," Harry brushes off his lovers hands, laying back to relax another moment. "...I'm not a client. You don't have to baby me for extra money,"
"I'm taking care of you because I…" Angel replies, before realization sets in and he cuts himself off.
"Because?" Harry supplies, pulling Angel to lay beside him. There is a quiet moment before they both hear Harry's phone vibrate on the floor again.
"...you should probably answer that," Angel chuckles, propping himself up on a hand. Harry buries his face in a pillow and groans loudly in frustration.
"...I don't think I can handle talking to the Princess of Hell, after she saw me getting railed... yet," Comes Harry's muffled reply.
"I mean come on," The spider-demon tries to comfort. "...at least it was family that walked into you moaning like a bitch in heat, right?"
A pillow quickly meets Angel's face, which only makes the demon cackle more.