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*click*
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*BANG*
"Angie, what the fuck was that?"
Angel Dust held his breath as he looked down at the floor, hearing Valentino pace around the room like a sharp-toothed cat waiting to pounce on him at any moment. It was quiet, but not the kind of quiet he needed. "You didn't do that on purpose, did you? To get out of the job and all?"
Angel shook his head as he held the ice pack to the back of his head where he was probably still bleeding from. "No, Valentino. I didn't mean to on purpose. I just-"
"What! Are you still not feeling well? It's been a few months of this crap!"
Angel sighed as he felt another fight coming on and he didn't need this right now. He had not meant to faint and hit his head on the tile.
"Val, I know that it's been months, but can you not act like it's something I'm doing for shits and giggles? I don't want this as much as you!" Angel regretted snapping almost immediately as he felt one of Val's hands around his face, pulling him in too close for comfort.
"What was that? Say that again, baby." Valentino said in a way that sounded like he was challenging Angel to speak, this would not be the first time he did it but it still sucked major ass every time.
"I know you're unhappy, Val, but I'm sure it's nothing." God, Angel wanted to cry but Valentino kept that stretched and tight smile on his face.
"That's not what I heard, but I'll let it pass this time."
Angel let out a sigh of relief until he felt a cold hand creeping up his bare thigh. "Val? Not now..." The spider trailed off as he thought of Valentino's breath on his face along with some clear teasing from their...well, from Valentino rubbing his bulge against Angel's entrance in a way to try and get him horny.
"Just relax, honey. I got you, it should help you feel better. Doesn't it?" Well, true, sometimes sex made him feel a little bit better whenever he was feeling down so maybe it would help this time?
"Alright...fine."
It didn't take long for Valentino to pull his pants down and that rough feeling of Valentino's penis pushing into Angel's slowly slick folds hitting in all the right places felt just right, it almost made him forget how shitty he felt at the moment as he relished in the ecstasy (or maybe it was just Valentino and the pure magic of his mouth).
Well, the pleasure of the sex was only temporary, as Angel soon had that feeling in his gut again -not the one indicating his release but the sense that he was going to be sick.
"V-val...Can we stop? I need a minute," Angel spoke between his gasps for breath and moans of pleasure but Valentino did not listen to his pleas and even sped up his pace in almost retaliation.
"In a bit, sweetheart, I'm just so fucking close and you don't want to stop now, do you?" Angel's voice caught in his throat as his hands clasped tightly over his mouth to keep dinner down. He turned his head to look at the wall rather than Val's face, his breathing quickening and eyes back to watery.
Oh god, this was not going to end well.
...
No, It did not end well.
Angel held his head in his hands as tears streamed almost neverendingly down his face and onto the bathtub, the hot water felt almost pounding against his body as he sat and cried. His cheek was still numb after Valentino harshly slapped him because of the mess that he made. 'I tried to warn him. I didn't mean to make a mess.'
Angel rubbed a shaky hand over his throat, it still burned harshly from his stomach acid coming back up and would probably keep burning knowing his luck, not like he would stop being sick anytime soon.
Someone knocked on the door out of nowhere, causing Angel to panic until he realized that it was not Valentino -since he was in the hotel and not in the studio- and he tried to calm down.
"You finishing up? It's been almost an hour." Husk called out through the door, had it been that long since Angel had gotten back and straight into the shower? It would not be the first time.
"I'm fine. You can come in if you want to." Angel had a feeling Husk might not come in, since it wasn't his kind of thing, and that feeling was correct.
"Nah, I'm fine. I'm just trying to make sure that you're okay and you didn't die in the shower." Well, that was the nicest he had ever been treated by a man before, it was almost enough to make a man flustered.
"Thanks, Husk. I appreciate it."
Hopefully, he would find out what his problem was and soon. He just wanted his normal life back.
Was it going to get worse or better? He didn't know. Maybe it was?
………
“Hit me!”
Angel said as he put down a few dollars on the counter of the bar, Husk didn't bother to look up as he grabbed the money and pulled out two mystery bottles. “Strong?” “You bet, baby!” Husk turned his back so Angel could not see what he was making. Angel’s leg was bouncing, he had never been this impatient but for some reason he was impatient this time. “There you go, you're welcome.” Husk handed the shot glass to Angel -who chugged it down quickly but slammed the glass down just as hard.
“Fuck! That's strong! And it hurts…” Angel rubbed his throat with a few tears, why did this hurt a lot more than every other time? He and Husk played this little game almost every night but it hurt this time. Not even the good kind of pain too. “You okay?” Husk asked as he looked back at Angel, who probably looked like crap right now. “I'm fine, I'm fine.” Angel waved his hand to ignore it and not have Husk worry about him, however that didn't work.
“I’ll get a bucket.”
“Thanks…”
Husk walked away and Angel lay his head on the cool wood of the bar. It felt nice after feeling like crap for a while. His eyes were closed for what felt like an hour before he opened them and looked down -mostly so he could sit up slowly without getting lightheaded- and he saw a little growth on his lower stomach. Fair, it had sort of been there for a while but Angel had not given it two shits. Until now.
Angel’s lower hands lightly trailed his hand over the small bump, pushing his fingers down onto the flesh but it didn't feel like he was bloated. His skin was warm to the touch, a gentle kind of warm -or maybe that was the alcohol and the drugs talking- but it was still making him curious about what was happening.
“Hey,” Husk’s voice broke the silence, and his thoughts as well as the clank of a metal bucket hitting the wood of the bar, almost caused Angel to fall off the stool and onto the floor.“Don't do that! Jesus, warn a man next time.”
Husk looked confused as Angel rubbed his temples. “What? Sorry, I came back.”
Angel rubbed his eyes in mild frustration, he had been so easy to spook lately and it was even starting to piss him off. “Alright, sorry. Just- give me another fucking drink.”
“Yeah, alright, sure.”
Husk grabbed a bottle and just poured a simple shot of whiskey, which was usually his hint that he was going to cut Angel off for the night.
.………
It was late at night as Husk went on his midnight walk through the halls of the hotel. Almost all of the lights were off, obviously, but there was one light on in one of the rooms. Angel’s room. Husk was about to walk away before he decided to see what was happening. Did he have to? Probably not, but he still did.
“Angel?”
Silence
“Angel? Are you up?”
Almost total silence
“Husk?”
Husk froze at hearing Angel’s voice from behind the door. ‘Oh shit he was awake. And why did he sound like he was crying?’ “Uh, can I come in? Or should I just go?” Angel didn't answer that but at least the door was unlocked, Husk peaked his head in to see what was happening.
There was the spider who was lying on his bed curled up around a pillow, Fat Nuggets was trying to dig his nose under Angel’s arm to try and cuddle, and Husk slowly walked through the mess to get to Angel’s side. One of his hands slowly went to and began to trail over the tall man’s side, his claws gently scratching at Angel’s hip which was a usual way to get him to laugh. “You okay? What happened?” Angel didn't answer, his body was still shaking and it sounded like he was heavily sobbing. Husk sat down on the bed as well, still lightly scratching at his friend’s hip. One of Angel’s lower hands slowly trailed up and grabbed Husk’s hand, just holding it for a while. It was nice.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Angel shook his head, still holding the pillow against his face and body, squeezing Husk’s hand tighter.
“Alright.”
Husk pushed the donut box away from it, the empty cardboard falling on the floor with a light clatter, and he set an almost empty water bottle near Angel’s cracked phone. Aside from his dying sobs and Nugget’s snorts, the room was quiet and almost relaxing, even when they were sitting in the dark and not talking about anything.
“I can stay the night if you want-?”
“I’m pregnant.”
“…What?”