Part 20

Stumbling around his dressing room, Angel tried to find his coat, his body feeling like a bubble bath. He fell to his knees and looked under the couch, taking a moment to run his hands through his hair. The spider needed something to keep him focused. His eyes found the baggie beneath the cushions, and he grabbed it, ripping it open with his teeth. A white stream of cocaine shot from the opening in an almost frantic manner and coated the floor beneath his bent-over face. He snorted it off the carpet and took a moment to let it hit him.

After a few minutes, his heart was beating so fast he couldn't feel it in his eyes. But the racing and thudding made the rest of the world slow and quiet, the jitters calming.

He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror to fix his hair. He was already wearing his jacket. "Ha!" He pointed at himself in the mirror and fell back onto the couch. Just a few minutes to calm down, and he could leave.

There came a knock on his dressing room door, and it cracked just a little. "Angel, darling, are you decent? I hope not." It was Val's voice. He chuckled a bit as he entered and sat beside him. He stroked his fur, whispering in the way only Val could. "How's my little puppy doing?"

"I'm perfect," he leaned in to nudge his forehead against the demon's ample chest, taking in his smell and letting it ground him. With a gentle push on his chin, Angel opened his mouth, feeling Valentino slip a pink and yellow candy into it. He licked his boss's fingers to ensure he got all of the flavor. Angel thought of Alex covered in Valentino's blood, and the boy shivered a little. He closed his eyes. "A-Alex is..."

"Why are you so jumpy?"

"J-Just not feelin' real good. I haven't slept or eaten for a while, and the coke didn't help..." Feeling light-headed, Angel fell against Valentino, and the moth caught him. "There we go. Good boy. Now..." he lifted Angel's chin to look at him. "What were you about to say? About your friend? I'm sorry to see that he didn't decide to come down here and join you. It's been three days and not a word. I hope it hasn't hurt your feelings too badly."

The idea that Valentino would care at all about any hurt feelings or any pain and emotion Angel had was laughable. He pressed his face into Valentino's neck. "Oh...he's here." The demon froze, and Angel could feel his boss's heartbeat pick up in his chest. He took more pleasure from that than any drug he had taken tonight. "he's been at the hotel for a couple of days now."

The cigarette in Valentino's mouth snapped in his clenched teeth, and his claws dug into the leather on the couch he was sitting on. The smile returned a moment later, and he pulled Angel's face into his neck and gave it a big smooch.

"Fuuucckk." He smiled wide. He ran his hands over Angel, gripping his back and shoulders and letting his fingers move down his ribs and stomach. And...how is he?"

"Pretty beaten up."

Valentino giggled a little as pure adrenaline coursed through his veins. "Course he is, in hell. We wouldn't know him any other way."

Angel swept a leg over the moth's hips and began to grind on Valentino's lap. "He's big...and strong. And he's so...fucking...warm. He's gentle. When he kisses me..." Angel bit his lip, looking into Valentino's eyes, "I get...so fuckin' drunk off of it."

Angel felt himself throb when Valentino's chest tightened, and he could swear he could smell the anger coursing through his body. "And when we fuck..." he bucked up against Val, coiling his arms around the demon's neck, "oh God, when we fuck...!" Valentino didn't kiss Angel back. Angel smiled and bit at the overlord's bottom lip.

The door to the set being kicked open broke his concentration just as he was about to say something to Angel, maybe a threat or a command.

"Boss!"

The moth's large red eyes stared down into Angel's smile, rage overtaking every rational thought.

"Boss!"

The spider walked his fingers up Valentino's chest. "I think you're being summoned...daddy."

"Fucking brat..." The Moth whispered through clenched teeth, pushing his pet off his hips and onto the floor. Rising to his feet, the pimp as he was fuming mad as he practically ripped the door of Angel's dressing room. "What?!" He did not take the time to appreciate that, for the first time, his subordinate had told the truth, and Valentino hadn't wanted to hear it.

He stepped back onto the set, slipping a new cigarette into his mouth. "This better be good!" Valentino froze when his eyes fell onto Brutus, sitting against the wall, his neck covered in burns and throbbing with black skin where green should have been.

"What the fuck happened to you?!" Val grabbed the little demon girl at his side and lifted her, shaking her. "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!" She yelped and squeezed her eyes shut, making her body tight so it couldn't get hurt anymore.

"What did you do?!"

She panicked, holding out her hands. "Pleaaase! It wasn't us! It was some fucking kid at the bar!" She pointed at Brutus. "It was his idea to have a little fun, but this guy! This guy fuckin' won." Val could feel the anger heating his blood, and he was just about to let it boil when a cough and a snort caught his attention.

Stumbling out of the dressing room, Angel followed the wall. "Hey...Brutus. Was he cute?" Angel put his hand parallel to his chest, "About this high? Really...really..." he closed his eyes, "Gorgeous scales?" He bit his lip, moaning a little.

Wheezing, Brutus looked at Valentino, who was visibly shaking as he tossed the girl back to the side of the room and marched over to Angel, grabbing him by his tie and shoving him to the floor, sitting on top of him. "WHERE! IS! HE!?" He swung an open palmed slap into Angel's face, and again, and then gripped onto his wrists and pinned them above his head.

"Where, Angel cakes? Where is he!?" The name sounded forced, coming from him. Angel whimpered, breathing hard. He was more horny than afraid. "...t-the h-hotel. H-He's been s-sleeping there."

Val let go of the spider's wrists, slumping and pushing his hair back. "Oh, for fuck sake...a boy enters hell and takes you down, Brutus?!" Val stood up and walked over to the giant demon, lifting his large head. "You couldn't deal with a little boy, Brutus? You expect me to believe that?" The gator hung his head, looking away from his boss. Val could tell the man's pride had taken an incredible beating today. Good.

The charm was then turned high, and Valentino wrapped his arms around the demon's head. "Poor thing...look at your beautiful face. Your merchandise is going to suffer for this, you know? All because of a little boy." He moved back a bit, letting the guilt sink in, feeling a perverted pleasure from it. "So...where's the boy, then? Let's meet the person that did you so much harm."

He turned to look at Angel, still lying on the ground, his cheek swelling from the slaps. "Angel..." Val's voice was light and full of energy, almost too innocent. "Will you let your friend know that I wish to speak with him? I would hate for him to pass through and not see me." Val's teeth gnawed at his lower lip, his eyes burning deep into Angel, narrowing. "See? Aren't we doing so well?"