I just want to say that I'm not sure if I even actually wrote dissociation? I just like to be cautious when tagging for such serious stories and topics and I hope I wrote this well enough? I just really want Angel Dust to have more people (especially in his biological family) that genuinely care for him, even if they are emotionally constipated lol.

If anyone manages to read this I truly appreciate you dropping by. Enjoy! 💛

It was a horrible day for Angel Dust...as most days are with Valentino, but today was exceptionally horrible. A whole days worth of sex, drugs, porn shoots and pole dancing is tiring work, and then to top it all off Angel had to give Val a private performance (or more like he was called into Valentino's personal quarters to be punished) for who knows how long?

Angel Dust steps out onto the sidewalk, wiping his bloodied nose (a gift from Valentino) and tiredly looks down at the ground, cerise pink eyes unfocused and dazed from the amount of drugs coursing through his body. The spider lets out a sigh and fixes his clothes and hair, putting on a confident look as he begins to stumble and limp his way to a bar.

After a few good minutes of being groped and almost pulled into an alleyway for sex, Angel Dust arrives to the club he tends to run off to after really bad days like today. The tall spider demon limps his way into the bar and immediately starts to look over every individual in the room to determine which person or group would be easiest to seduce some more drugs and free alcohol from.

Angel puts on a confident smile and stance when he sees the perfect group, his back straightening in preparation to strut over there and insert himself into the groups space and booth. The white fur glistening in the lights of the club, Angel Dust smiling victoriously as the group of demons immediately turn their heads to stare at him. Angel can already see the curious but interested look in some of their eyes and the downright desperate and hungry look in some of the others, perfect.

Finally arriving at their table Angel Dust gives a small but flirtatious looking smile as one of the demons scoot over to make room for him. "Heya boys~ I hope your night has been going well so far?"

The buff demon that made room for Angel shakes his head while his hand slowly drifts down to the skinny waist. "Not too well to be honest...though seeing a sexy thing like you tonight is definitely making it much better." These fools are so easy, it honestly makes Angel Dust laugh at how desperate men like them are, in fact, he wouldn't be surprised if these men spent most of their night trying to find someone to sleep with and constantly came up short or were straight up rejected.

Angel Dust leans closer to the man and places one of his slim hands on the large knee, "Trust me baby, I can make your night so much better. Can make all ya stress go away for the night-" the spider demon stops the large hand from trailing any closer to his private areas and tsks, his eyes glancing to the drugs and alcohol on their table-"How 'bout we make a deal? You lovely gentlemen receive my company and expertise for the night 'n I get some free drinks and drugs?"

A smaller demon that is caged in the booth looks at the tall demon next to Angel Dust questioningly, "What if he's lyin'? He'll drink until our wallets are dry and snort until we have no drugs left and then leave before we can think to shoot 'im for his crimes."

The taller hums in thought before tapping Angel's thigh. "We'll agree to the deal, only if you're willing to be caged in a bit? It's true that you could be here to just get free stuff without paying us back for it. So, we have a deal?" Angel Dust acts like he's looking up in thought even though he already agrees to their terms, nodding after acting like he was in serious thought, "I agree! It's only fair mista."

Angel and the smaller demon trade places, the spider choosing to ignore the fact he's not supposed to sleep with anyone outside of work and hoping Valentino won't somehow manage to find out about tonight, anything to further forget Val's wrath is good in his books.

The spider demon raises his glass and immediately throws it back with a satisfied sigh and lip smack after the alcohol gives him a nice warm feeling in his throat.

The night keeps going on like this. Angel Dust joking with the guys, telling stories and getting high, ignoring the sour thoughts at realizing these men are buttering him up only to drug him at some point. He doesn't know why they do that? Angel likes to think he's a whore of his word, so why do they think they need to drug him in order for him to sleep with them?

After the twentieth shot, Angel Dust watches as the tall demon who made the agreement with him comes over with another glass, pink eyes taking notice how the drink is colored pink with a special drug...oh boy! Here we go. But, if it helps him further forget Valentino...he can take anything they wish to do to him.

"Here you are baby. Cheers to a good night, yeah?"

Angel Dust nods and raises his glass with a hiccup and gulps it down, acting oblivious to the overly eager stares he receives as he does so. Choosing to push away the pain in his heart as it's trying to tell him this is his life to constantly be used, abused and mistreated by everyone he comes across.

The skinny form shivers at the immediate activation of the drug, okay...maybe the man used a lot more than expected, but Angel can handle that. He can handle the hands slowly starting to caress his thighs, he can handle the hushed whispers of the men talking about taking him to a private room, he can handle the men finally deciding on fucking him in the open.

He truly can handle it...it happens all the time at work and outside of it. So why is it that he always feels gross and ashamed afterwards?

Angel Dust gasps as a bite is placed onto his neck, his shoulders tensing up at how it was placed right where Val bit him earlier. For a second there Angel could have sworn the moth demon himself was here in the club, he can smell the sweet smoke that is associated with the demon, but as usual he ignores any hesitation and fear.

Cerise pink eyes dazedly look around the bar as he's lifted onto the table, lips parting in a gasp as a warm hand roughly grips his cheeks and turns his head for a rough kiss, slightly chapped lips pushing onto Angel's own as it takes what it wants. Rough tongue licking it's way into the drugged demon's mouth while hands trail down his shaking legs and rub at his chest fluff, someone flicking his nipple roughly and causing him to whine loudly.

Angel Dust can handle this...he really can...but why does it feel like too much right now? Or was it always too much and he just ignores it all the time? No! It has to be just tonight...tonight is just extremely bad and maybe he bit off more than he can che-

"Don't you always Angel~?"

V-Valentino? Is he here right now? Angel Dust holds his breath for a second before realizing to breathe, all these hands, they feel...they feel like Val-are they Val? Has he been in his mind this whole time? Imagining he went out to forget the night, to break himself more in hopes Valentino would soon get rid of him.

Angel gasps as something forces it's way inside his ass, groans when a calloused hand slaps his face and thin fingers wrap around his neck. Whines when he hears an all too familiar voice in his ear whispering, "You're going to be a good little bitch for daddy and take EVERYTHING I give you, everything you deserve. If you are to be broken it will be at MY hand, if you are to truly be made into something worthless it is by me! You ungrateful bitch, do you understand!?"

Angel Dust gasps as hands tighten around his neck and something warm fills his insides, shivers and quakes as something much smaller than the last thing inside him pushes in and begins to move. The spider demon hums around the thick thing in his mouth and obediently strokes the warm things occupying his many hands.

It's at the phantom whispers of Valentino in Angel's ear that he obediently arches into the touches and thinks to himself.

'Yes mista Valentino.'

Angel Dust opens his still glazed over eyes to see black, what exactly is going on? Where is he? The spider lets out a pained whine as his lower back digs into the table, and it's at a warm hand touching his shoulder and a deep but soft voice speaking to someone that he looks up at this person.

"Don't worry, sir. I'll take 'im with me."

Another spider demon? Short, black and grumpy looking? Why does that seem familiar to Angel? Ah, it doesn't matter...his gooey, drugged up brain can't put together how or why he might know the demon in front of him.

Small hands slowly sit the taller upright, the roughed up spider leaning closer to the black spider and coming to the conclusion this must be another customer. "Wh't d'ya w-w'nt?" The black demon raises a brow and opens his mouth to question Angel Dust on what he's talking about, a choked sound escaping him as slim hands trail down his chest.

Arackniss grabs the wandering hands tightly and shakes his head, a distressed look on his face. "Cut it out Anth-Angel Dust. Even if I did you aren't in a proper state to do anythin'." The quiet murmur of how he's the sex workers brother is unheard by the younger sibling.

Angel blinks slowly at the tiny man and tilts his head as he tries to process what he just said. It's after a whole two minutes that the taller responds, "Why's...it matta'? D-Do it all time." Arackniss frowns at the state of his (not so) little brother, he couldn't help coming in the club to retrieve the younger after walking by.

Of course his walking by means he was following his little brother and lost him along the way after a phone call from his pop's. Then after hours of searching he came by the closing club (the rare few clubs in hell that do) and saw-who he didn't want to believe was-his little brother lying on a table, passed out and his mini skirt hiked up to his stomach and legs spread as cum dripped from his abused and bloody hole.

The sight alone made Arackniss want to vomit where he stood...but the thought of getting Angel as clean as possible took over his desire to throw up.

It was hard. I mean, he knows he hasn't been on great terms with his little brother, but no matter the things he may think or have thought about the kid, it doesn't mean he wishes this kind of hell on him. In fact, the shorter spider demon has been thinking about his relationship with Angel Dust-or the lack thereof-a lot lately, he's been feeling guilty about the things he's said or done in times past and everytime they have run into each other.

Arackniss has come to realize he was mad at the thought of Angel Dust reducing himself to a toy for people to use...or that's the way he thought about it later in life. To be honest with himself he is still confused on the willingly wanting to be a sex worker thing, but he was even more distressed thinking about pushing Angel Dust away everytime the topic was brought up and saying some pretty nasty things to the younger (whether he personally agreed with it or not).

Now that Arackniss is looking down at his little brother he feels worse with the thought of all this mistreatment and being taken advantage of being what Angel Dust goes through daily as a sex worker. Despite the disagreements and disputes they have on it, even the older demon knows that just because someone is a sex worker that doesn't mean you can do anything to them...or that's the way it should be.

Of course Arackniss would never tell his pop's that in fear of facing his wrath, but for right now he's safe. Safe to approach his little brother, safe to gently lower the skirt and fix the unbuttoned and ruffled coat, safe to gently stroke the fuzzy head with a lot of awkwardness but gentleness nonetheless.

He's safe to slowly help his brother up and lead him out to his car, he's safe to gently lower him into the passenger seat and drive to an expensive hotel so his little brother can get a good rest.

Arackniss is safe to constantly keep looking over worriedly at Angel Dust everytime the other twitches and squeezes his eyes shut tightly as if he's fighting against unwanted memories. He is safe to extend one of his hands and let the younger squeeze as much and as hard as he needs to.

Arackniss is safe to gently guide his brother inside the hotel after they arrive and prop him up on the bed, he is safe to get the other demon some water and help him drink it. He is safe enough to shakily and nervously wipe at the tears that escape bloodshot eyes as the pain from the abuse finally boils over.

Arackniss gently lies Angel Dust down after the other's sobs quiet down some. The shorter takes a deep breath in to prepare himself for what he wants to say to his younger brother, the black demon leaning in next to Angel's ear and kindly whispering.

"To me...Angel Dust, you are more than your body. You are Anthony and will always be Anthony...a-and you are more than a toy to be used and tossed 'round. You are more than what these demons make you out to be-what me and pop's have made ya out to be, I see you are strong for putting up with this shit. You are more than the cracks, holes a-and dents people have put into ya-" Arackniss clenches his fists at realizing he's crying, his tears dripping down onto Angel Dust's fur.

"I-I'm not sayin' that you aren't or haven't been broken. I'm jus' sayin' that I think you were-are more important than that to have ever been mistreated; by me, by pop's, by any stupid fucker that dared to. I-I know your little friends think the same way 'bout ya, which means I know how much our words mean jack shit to you because ya don't believe it. But...we'll keep letting ya know it until you are redeemed or gain the mind to see what we see-" Arackniss sniffles and smiles the tiniest bit at seeing Angel relaxing at his words unconsciously.

"And I know it might be surprisin'...but I don't think your as shitty as I made ya out to be." Arackniss stands up and aggressively wipes at his face, looking down at the sleeping form as his voice is pleading with the younger as he begins to exit the room.

"And please, please keep those friends of yours close, they're good for you. I lo-" thin lips clamp shut at what he was about to say...isn't that going to far? Irritation bubbles inside of Arackniss at how he can't even say those three words, the small demon giving one last look at Angel Dust before the door clicks shut.

Angel Dust groans at the soreness in his body as he shifts in bed. The sex worker opening his eyes and looking up at the ceiling confused as he (somehow) manages to piece together the night before. Right...those fuckers drugged him even though he promised them his services willingly.

The night was mostly a blur but Angel at least knows that they fucked at the club, so that doesn't explain why he's in an expensive hotel. Did a richer person find him during the night and sex him up here?

Sitting up with a groan Angel holds his head as a memory comes back to him somewhat. He remembers seeing all black and a disgruntled face, maybe the club owner? There was a car ride to which he thinks he remembers embarrassingly shedding tears in front of this mysterious per-

'Arackniss. The demon looked like Arackniss.'

Angel squints at his thoughts and shakes his head in disagreement. His brother and pop's want nothin' to do with him...so why would the older spider come all the way to pick him up when he's down?

He does remember feeling calm though as "Arackniss" took care of him. Remembers being lulled to sleep at gentle encouragements being whispered in his ear...which he does remember them sounding a lot like his big brother. But that would be weird though, right? His big brother doesn't care about him like that.

Angel Dust just sighs and flops back down on the bed, realizing that whoever did bring him here seems to have cleaned him up.

Those cerise pink eyes close tightly as he remembers-imagines?-his older brother being the one to gently take care of him and clean up his mess, to be the one that gently lied him down on the bed and whispered those kind words in his ear to comfort him and calm his weary mind down.

And...surprisingly enough Angel Dust doesn't hate the thought of Arackniss treating him like a little brother. If anything, the white spider curls back into the bed and closes his eyes to play those gently whispered words repeatedly inside his head.

Deciding that for this moment in time he can try to believe those words his imaginary brother said.

So...what do y'all think? I really got so caught up with this story and next thing I know I'm done writing it XD. I hope this was enjoyable enough? I really feel like I write stories like this horribly as I personally feel I'm not good at getting such an angsty and serious mood/setting right.

Anyhow, I hope anyone who tooke time to read managed to like this. And I appreciate all who reads, comments, kudos gives and bookmarks if you do. Please remember to stay safe, happy, healthy and of course lovely as always. 💛