Part 16
Angel was almost done for work with a spritz of hairspray and just a little more eyeliner. He was thankful it was his last day at work for a little while. It had been a rough week.
It wasn't easy to think of much else aside from the incident that afternoon in the lobby. The things they had said to each other had left both of them wanting and he knew eventually Alex and he would have to have that conversation. Still, he was currently downstairs with his arm in a sling while his shoulder began its long, or possibly short, road of recovery.
He looked himself over one more time in the mirror, fixing his hair, and nodded in approval, then pulled on a light pink leather jacket with fluffy wool on the inside and got up to head downstairs. His steps felt different. Heavy with the knowledge that Valentino was on his way and light that he had something to come back to; even if it was a little broken at the moment.
Alex's tail swayed under him, tapping the chair slightly, his ears pointed upward. The large lizard was sitting upright in a reclining chair, smiling as he heard the sounds of heeled feet clicking against the hotel's flooring, drawing closer. His eyes were closed as he tried to relax. He had never had a joint before, but right now, a tall cold drink from the bar in hand, he was considering it as he swam in the throbbing of his shoulder. He took another drink, gritting his teeth as he swallowed. Wow was that awful.
When he cracked his eyes, Angel was standing in front of him. "Babe." Angel reached a hand down. Alex took it and pulled Angel toward him and into his lap. He was slow in his movements but for his own sake. He turned and put his drink down and brought his now empty claws back to Angel's body. "Hey, sweetie. How ya feeling?"
"I Could ask you the same." Alex lifted an eyebrow. Angel smiled and ran a hand along the Lizard's chest. "I'm always nervous before work. How's the shoulder?" He winced, "well I was stabbed for the first time so… that's good." Angel leaned down and put a hand to the injured shoulder, "Fun, huh?"
Claws ran up and down the side of Angel's back. "You be safe tonight, ok? Come home to me." "Ya missin' me already, baby?" Alex was pulled close, his good shoulder touching the fluffiness of Angel's jacket. He could see down the fluffy jacket to see Angel was wearing a very bright and eye-catching red top. "You know it. Now kiss me like you're gonna miss me and get out of here."
Alex and Angel both moved in to connect but the pair could see the limo outside pulling up to the building and Angel knew he had to go. Alex leaned in for the kiss. Their lips touched, and Alex could hear the driver open the car door. "I gotta-" Angel pressed himself a little harder. "Hurry." Alex forced himself to pull back from Angel but the Spider only snaked his hands around the lizard, forcing him in the embrace. "Please don't..." His grip only tightened and they squeezed each other for another moment. It was a delicate time as Angel's ear caught the clicking of the car door and his driver stepped out, waiting.
"Remember, if Val asks about me you tell him the truth." He had made a promise. But how long could they both keep it? Alex leaned up for another kiss which was promptly given, but it was gentle and short. Angel didn't have anything left to say and with a nod of goodbye, stepped away and turned, walking outside.
Alastor watched from the bar. The liquor in his glass went down. His eyes narrowed and his lip curled up. So that is what it's like to watch Valentino do this. Fascinating. "Cheer up, dear boy. Angel is a professional of the arts. He will be fine." He sipped his drink, "turn that frown upside down. It's almost like you aren't having any fun." He waited, listening for an answer that didn't come.
The pink and luscious smoke of Valentino's cigarette crawled out of the open door of the limo as Angel approached it, the clawed rings seeming to beckon him. There was only one word that could describe his reaction.
Revulsion.
Looking back at the hotel, Angel steeled himself for the evening ahead and climbed into the back of the vehicle and sat down beside the large body of Valentino as the door closed and he was alone with the moth.
He didn't look or speak to him at first, instead, his attention was drawn to the small tray of narcotics he had arranged instead of a bar to his side. Valentino expertly, with a small and rather intricate spoon, scooped up what Angel could only assume was cocaine and tapped it onto the back of his hand before snorting it. He licked up what remained and wiped his nose before finally turning to his spider. "Good evening, Angel." The smile was full and showed just a few of his pointed teeth and was extended from the edge of his mouth to the middle of the side of his face.
"Hey, Val."
His employer put an arm around him and the vehicle pulled off the side of the road. "I'm glad you decided to join me for a little privacy before work." His hand traveled down to Angel's thigh. "It's been such a long week..." Angel had to bite back a response and the urge to brush the hand off was strong but he made sure to stay put.
Valentino pulled Angel by the arm so the boy was sitting in his lap and he began to pet him like a house cat. "Dear me, Angel." He turned the boy's face to look at him. "You're face." Valentino's claws ran across the cuts on Angel's cheek. "Who touched you?" He grabbed Angel's wrist. "Who touched you!?" Valentino's voice began to rise and Angel flinched under his tight grip.
"Oh..." His grip relaxed but didn't release Angel. "Oh, darling, I'm sorry. Tell me, who did it?" He gently stroked Angel's cheek and down to his neck. "Please?" Valentino's fingers glided delicately along his chest.
"It was an accident. I swear. Alastor-"
"Ah, Alastor, was it?" Valentino drew his hand down to Angel's waist and rested it there; pressing firmly on the boy's tailbone to pull him closer, "Tell me everything."
Angel rested a hand on Valentino's arm, just beneath his shoulder, and stared at him. The limo began to slow and come to a stop outside the tower as his mind began to form his lies and truths, ready to protect Alex at all costs. But then he remembered his promise to Alex, practically begging him that if Valentino asked to tell the truth.
He reached for Valentino's suit jacket lapel and gripped it tightly. He tried his best to relax and look like he had not been worrying about his confession. He leaned onto that fluffy jacket and Valentino's claws ran up and down the spider's back, the sharp tips tickling his skin. "Is that a smile? What is that grin for, Angel Cakes~?"
The smile grew and his white eyes became little dots and his cheeks a shade darker. Valentino let him lean in close, he waited as Angel's eyes and smile went up. He smiled back at the boy and drew him in roughly to kiss him, holding him tightly as he forcibly drank from his toy. He wasn't going to ask again and Angel didn't have any choice.
The kiss ended and he could feel the dampness where Valentino's kiss had stung his lips. He could taste the cocaine on his tongue and it made his own tingle. "Alastor cut my cheek while he was testing something. It was an accident." Valentino sighed and slid his hand between the buttons of Angel's shirt and up his back, his fingers beginning to grip him tighter, his other hand moving in the opposite direction and traveling south and beginning to knead at his furred, panty-covered ass.
"I may have to speak with Alastor when I see him next. No one touches my beautiful things without my permission." Valentino moved the hand to his backside and the fingers quickly pushed the soft fabric of the panties into the spider's asscrack, the ring digit searching. "Does it hurt, darling?"
Angel groaned a little under Valentino's touch, leaning into him. "It...stings a little." His claw pressed into Angel, scratching his hole and the spider tilted his head up towards Valentino's chest to offer it up a little more. "Can't leave you to Alastor anymore if that happens again, sweetheart. It seems I might have to take you under my wing~."
Valentino smiled and pressed the sharp claw harder. Angel's back arched and he gripped the collar of the soft coat harder, "i-it was an a-accident." he began to tremble, his hole being prodded ever so slightly.
"Sure, sweetheart. Accidents happen~." Valentino slipped a claw inside him and scratched gently; listening to the lovely sounds the boy was making and the deep and long breath. He kissed his neck and scratched down Angel's back. "Get on the floor..." Angel turned, still arched, and waited, ready, and anxious.
As Angel worked, his thoughts and his memories seemed to fuse together. His words became mumbled whispers of thoughts, not quite connected to anyone else, his body shivering in pain. And it felt different as he was underneath Valentino. His claws on him made his skin crawl, and his kisses, as powerful as they were, made him shake. But he played along, moaning the way he liked, and kissed back passionately. He even kissed back harder when the moth slipped a pill onto his tongue and Angel swallowed it eagerly to dull the sensation as he was roughed up.
But then a funny thing happened somewhere between Valentino thrusting into him and biting along his back. He thought of those wrappings around Alex's wrists pulling at Valentino's throat, the large moth on his stomach as Alex pulled back on them, his foot between the demon's shoulders. He began to moan louder.
"Oh fuck." He huffed.
"Uh yeah~" the moth on top of him breathed and snapped his claws.
"Mmm-mph!" Angel slammed his eyes closed and reached a set of arms around the back of Valentino, hugging him in. He imagined Valentino's eyes rolling back in his head, his claws pulling at the wrappings to no avail. "Harder Daddy!" He urged. "Make me feel better." He hugged himself harder, the fantasy of Valentino dying fueling his lust. "HARDER."
He hadn't wanted to do this. It had felt awful to even begin. He thought that, but now he began to laugh a little more. It made no sense. Was he about to cum with the idea that Alex was ripping Valentino's head off? Why did the thought of his claws touching the side of the Moth's head and digging into his eyes make him as warm and excited as when Alex had wrapped that cloth around his own body when they were in the shower? It made him light-headed. He began laughing a little more. "What..? what the fuck!?" The moth pulled his spider back against him, moaning louder.
Angel looked behind him. "Fuck yes!" Maybe it was the pills. Or the coke. Maybe both. Or neither. But Angel, panting and out of breath, pulled a furred hand down to his chest, the pink claws digging into his flesh. He swore for a second he could see Alex standing, watching them. His eyes were glowing green and his scales and underbelly were almost shiny, reflecting a little light around the room. He opened his mouth a little, Angel could see his tongue hanging out. He shook and nodded. Then he felt the arms of Valentino wrap around his body and pull him up onto his knees, pulling his body against him as the Moth thrust up inside of him.
Angel's tongue fell out, eyes going up. Valentino kept holding Angel tight. He was so tight. Almost too tight. But still moaning. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the ride. And when Angel got fucked this hard, his senses always got clouded, like right now and he just screamed as he came, his cum shooting onto the floor of the limo as he thought of the loud snap Valentino's neck would make when it was broken and his arms went limp at his side, his large wings dropping and that filthy glow in his eyes fading into nothing.
The moth in him emptied and the pair collapsed onto the seat. "Wow." He let out a moan, holding himself inside the spider who had his hands gripped tightly onto the Moth's wings. Valentino began panting for a bit in the afterglow, pulling a cigarette out of his coat pocket. He tried to light it but dropped his lighter.
Valentino was shocked when Angel grabbed it and quickly pushed the moth back so he was sitting again, curling into the moth and lit his cigarette for him. It wasn't unusual that Angel, who had some training in basic comfort for customers, would help them light a cigarette or refill a drink to help get them situated for their dates. But in his high from his orgasm and whatever drug Valentino had provided, Angel took a little bit of pride as he lit the Moth's cigarette for him, looking up into those large red eyes. He wanted to see them grey.
Valentino pulled Angel with him as he sat back down in his seat, pulling the boy into his lap and, in an incredibly rare moment of kindness, offered for Angel to take a puff on the cigarette. Angel accepted. After all, he was on fire from the pill.
The door opened and the moth watched with glee as the smoke escaped Angel's lungs, great plumes of pink curling from his mouth and nose and he shook a little before being led out of the limousine by the claw of his boss. He swatted him on the ass as Angel walked in front of him. Valentino seemed pleased. They rode the elevator up together, Angel a little tipsy from the drugs and...whatever it was Valentino smoked all the time, but as he stumbled towards his dressing room, Val grabbed his hand and pulled him against his body. "What were you thinking about that made you cum so hard, Angel?"
The boy smiled up at his boss, his head swimming in narcotics. "You, Val baby. Only you." Valentino smiled at that as he couldn't sense a hint of untruth in his words. He kissed the boy and patted his ass to move him on his way.
Angel had been telling the truth; he had been thinking of Val, just not in the way Val thought he had been. He was going to fuck Alex so hard when he got home.
