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for @ daddyv
Date: 2024-06-30 04:21 pm (UTC)[Angel doesn't resist with how gentle Val's being for the moment, wanting to keep him that way as long as possible. Inhaling the sweet scent of those hearts, his top set of arms loosely draping over Val's shoulders as he lays his cheek against chest, a guilty expression crossing his face. It's harder to remember his reasoning for leaving when Val's soft like this.]
...'course m'happy, Val. [He lifts his gaze to meet the moth's, warry to see which version of Valentino he was going to get today.]
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Date: 2024-07-01 04:10 pm (UTC)Another hand moves to stroke Angel's cheek, cupping it almost forcefully to keep the other sinner's gaze on his. ]
Don't lie to me, Baby. You run from me all the time. The moment you're off set, you're gone. I have to threaten you to get you here when you used to love to crawl into my lap.
[ His words are soft, a cooing sound as his thumb brushes against Angel's face as he speaks. But his gaze is hard behind his heart shaped glasses. His arm slowly tightens at the small of Angel's back but not cruelly. Yet. ]
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Date: 2024-07-01 04:28 pm (UTC)I gotta get back to Nuggys is all. The shifts have been so long- not-...I'm not complaining- I just- I gotta make sure he's okay, yah know? That's all-
[He wants to shrink back, but he can feel Val's arm start to tighten. He nuzzles into the hand at his cheek instead.]
I didn' mean ta make you feel neglected, Val- honest- I'm trying-
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Date: 2024-07-02 04:55 pm (UTC)[ There's a bit of coldness to his tones, even if his touch is still tender despite it all. ]
Or, more likely, some southern stew. Would be a shame to see that happen to your pet.
[ His chin drops, peering at Angel over the top of his glasses. ]
Oh do go on. Trying what? Other than my patience.
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Date: 2024-07-02 06:35 pm (UTC)I haven't missed a shoot this week. And a little time apart makes it better sometimes, doesn't it? You know I'm yours Val. Nothing's...really changed.
sorry life and the holiday got away from me
Date: 2024-07-06 07:23 pm (UTC)[ He slowly repeats those words, very carefully, focusing on that though the really changed says a lot to him too. Because things have changed, and that's the part he's focusing on. ]
So really you're doing your job, and so that's all that matters, right? Nothing else?
[ Again he's carefully twisting words, watching Angel intently. ]
no worries at all <3
Date: 2024-07-06 07:35 pm (UTC)That's not- I didn't mean it like that, Val. You matter. You know you matter. [His hands pet over Valentino's chest, while another pair start working on his fly.]
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Date: 2024-07-12 11:43 am (UTC)I know a lot of things, Baby, but I'm not sure you remember them. Like your place. Like who made you. Like how you're mine. That you wanted to be mine, should still want to be but I'm not sure...
[ He sighs then, not giving in physically at all. Even as he aches to prove those words in every way. ]
I know how persuasive Morningstars can be.
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Date: 2024-07-12 03:06 pm (UTC)You made me, Val. I'm yours. I'm always yours.
[His fingers curl round Val's cock, stroking slowly, trying to earn even the smallest amount of forgiveness.]
Charlie's nothin' ta worry about. I promise. Jus' a free place ta crash, that's all.
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Date: 2024-07-16 10:10 pm (UTC)Especially as he feels those hands working his pants open, the touch of such well trained fingers wrapping around his cock. ]
Yes, Angel Baby, you are. You are always mine.
[ He says the words with a soft, rumbling purr, but with those teeth bared it's positively a growl. Feral and needy at the same time.
His hands slide proprietarily over Angel's body, sliding over his waist, the slenderness of his hips and up along his chest, teasing along that fluff. When he speaks it is, again, that rumble that seems to vibrate through him. ]
You have a place though, Baby. You have me.
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Date: 2024-07-16 11:43 pm (UTC)Angel swallows and there's a thick pause, very much not wanting to say the first words that spring to mind. Being here always ends with him being hurt. Saying that will end with it too, but there's no better excuse springing to mind.
He takes a gamble and tries to guide one of Val's hands to his throat, a little show of trust to make up for the delay.]
Do you really wanna talk about that now, Daddy? I could be doing such better things with my mouth...
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Date: 2024-07-18 11:46 pm (UTC)Behind heart glasses his eyes narrow, but it's not in anger but hooding with lust as he stares at Angel as his fingers are placed to that slender throat. He flexes his fingers around Angel's throat before dragging his thumb up to catches on his bottom lip, slightly hook into his mouth and drawing it down and open as his fingers tighten against his throat. ]
You do have an amazing mouth, Baby. So good with it. You're made for pleasure.
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Date: 2024-07-19 12:19 am (UTC)F-for your pleasure, Daddy. Please Val- Lemme show you?
for brightshinybrandbaby
Date: 2024-07-08 06:13 am (UTC)Did ya ask 'em to kidnap ya, you dummy?? [But, fuck- no- you're okay, Fizz. Angel rubs his back trying to soothe those trembles.] Mm? Oh, um- no I don'- [Angel spares a moment to actually give himself a once over] oh, uh- Little bit. Not a big deal. Sinners heal fast.
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Date: 2024-07-15 04:40 pm (UTC)[Very obvious. Very familiar.]
Mm- worse things dry in this fur all the time. [He laughs and shrugs a shoulder.] Got a shower at the hotel, s'fine.
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Date: 2024-07-18 08:36 am (UTC)Will you... will ya stay with me, though? At least till Ozz gets back from his meetin'. I kinda don't... wanna be alone right now.
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Date: 2024-07-18 08:56 am (UTC)'Course, I ain't goin' no where. You're stuck with me 'til Ozz takes yah off my hands.
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Date: 2024-07-19 12:59 pm (UTC)I'll wait to shoot him a text. I don't want him rushin' outta his meetin' all upset. 'Sides, long as I'm with you, I'll be safe.
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Date: 2024-07-20 03:47 pm (UTC)He won't be mad or nothin' later?
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Date: 2024-07-22 08:14 am (UTC)[ Like a pressure cooker, he needed that release more often than not. ]
Only if I don't tell him all the juicy details later. I think he'll be more mad that I went out without any protection than anythin'.
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Date: 2024-07-22 05:21 pm (UTC)Yeah, why did you do that again? I feel like this isn't the first time you've been kidnapped out on your own.
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Date: 2024-07-26 01:44 pm (UTC)It... kinda ain't. To be fair, though, that last time was down in Greed and it was cause some fuckface had a grudge against Blitzø. [ He sighs softly and takes the coffees once they're ready. ] I dunno, I just... I get restless sometimes. I don't mind not workin' no more, but... it makes me anxious. I just needed outta the palace for lil bit without someone hoverin' at my back the whole fuckin' time.
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Date: 2024-07-26 05:28 pm (UTC)...I get that. I felt that way when I was livin' with Val and he wanted me ta stay in the studio. Different reasonin' but same sorta suffocatin' feelin'. Maybe we just gotta teach ya how to murder some bastards when they get in your face?
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Date: 2024-07-31 08:13 am (UTC)I've asked for Ozz or Blitzø to gimmie like a gun or knife or somethin', but they're worried I'll hurt myself or some shit. And I mean... I guess I can kinda get it? I never needed to learn how to fight cause Ozz always hired protection detail for me when I was tourin'. [ Mammon had been too cheap to splurge on such expenses, even when touring the more violent areas in Wrath or Greed. ]
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Date: 2024-07-31 11:05 am (UTC)You want one? I can show yah how to use it.
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Date: 2024-08-03 01:17 pm (UTC)Really? You'd do that?
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Date: 2024-08-03 04:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-08-03 05:44 pm (UTC)Don't worry, I wouldn't let Blitzø or Ozz hurt ya, even if they get pissed at ya for givin' me a gun. [ Leaning up, Fizz seals the promise with a kiss to Angel's cheek. ]
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Date: 2024-08-03 06:22 pm (UTC)We'll start with somethin' small, but if ya take to it ya can try my Thompsons~
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Date: 2024-08-05 07:56 am (UTC)Thank you... by the way... for helpin' me... and for wantin' to show me how to use a gun. I owe ya big time.
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Date: 2024-08-05 08:17 am (UTC)You don't owe me anythin', how many times have you talked me through all my emotional bullshit? Me, i do fightin' and fuckin'.
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Date: 2024-08-06 08:23 am (UTC)I still owe ya a least some head. If ya wanna, I mean.
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Date: 2024-08-10 05:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-08-10 06:23 pm (UTC)For @ the_reapers
Date: 2024-07-20 02:23 am (UTC)It doesn't take Angel long to get himself ready, the promise of a good fix more of a draw than the money in that moment. Val's limo is gone almost as soon as he's stepped out, and he huffs, straightening his skirt and tousling his hair as he approach the motel. He double checks the address to see which door he should be knocking on, heels clicking as he approaches, smile all ready in place in case he's being watched from inside.
His fingers rap on the door, casually flipping off a seedy interloper who tries to catcall. He's on the clock with someone else.
[ooc: reply in preferred writing style and i'm happy to match <3]
Re: For @ the_reapers
Date: 2024-07-20 02:28 am (UTC)"Hey you made it!" He has a collar. It's studded with black diamonds, a full month's salary in this one gesture. "Here."
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Date: 2024-07-20 02:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-07-20 02:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-07-20 02:43 am (UTC)"Gifts are easier ta hide from him. What do you think? Does it look as good as you hoped?" He poses for him, lifting his chin so he can get a good view.
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Date: 2024-07-20 02:50 am (UTC)"This is yours. Not your boss's. Got it?"
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Date: 2024-07-20 02:53 am (UTC)"Got it, Daddy. You're spoilin' me. Gonna hafta make sure and treat you real good tonight to say thank you."
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Date: 2024-07-20 02:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-07-20 03:04 am (UTC)He lifts his chin to offer up more of that neck for the taking.
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Date: 2024-07-20 03:13 am (UTC)He pushes Angel against the wall.
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Date: 2024-07-20 03:20 am (UTC)"Seein' you? Or your pretty gift? I feel real good. What can I do ta make you feel good?"
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Date: 2024-07-20 10:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-07-20 11:26 pm (UTC)"Like this, Daddy?" he asks, starting to toy with his fly, "Or all fours?" Well...sixes for Angel.
for @ shitzo
Date: 2024-08-04 08:17 pm (UTC)the recoil would pull it in that way u like, so only if ur okay with m&m seeing ur o face.
i look pretty in pink~ don't i?
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Date: 2024-08-04 08:42 pm (UTC)[ we don't talk about antarctica anymore. ]
u say taht liek u dont kno u look good in everythng
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Date: 2024-08-04 08:47 pm (UTC)i look even better in nothing
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Date: 2024-08-04 09:00 pm (UTC)[ could be fuckin' - loo loo land. or any of the several shitty jobs he held before he started IMP. could be the circus, which was actually pretty ok until he burned it all down. ]idk
kinda hot ether way tbh
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Date: 2024-08-05 01:53 am (UTC)guns and cute imps, what's to complain about?
o, should i cover up more then? :D
wtf happened to my html rip
Date: 2024-08-05 02:51 am (UTC)yea its fuckin grate ur rite
dont 4get loonie tho shes thgere 2 n shes the best
[ #prouddad ]
i dindt say that
lol, it's in character ^_^
Date: 2024-08-05 03:02 am (UTC)she's great though, just as fashionable as her dad
u want me to take some off?
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Date: 2024-08-05 03:20 am (UTC)i jst tink she dsurvs 2 b includid bc shes part of teh biz 2
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dont even look @ her tho 🔫
[ no, it's. fine. blitzø likes angel enough that his spines don't immediately bristle at the thought of him even joking about loona, which says a lot. ]
i dont NOT want u 2
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Date: 2024-08-05 03:28 am (UTC)i do wanna do a style swap w her someday
lol, so direct
how much worse is ur typing gonna get if i lose a few layers?
(not that i got that many 2 lose)
hard 2 text with only one hand
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Date: 2024-08-05 03:34 am (UTC)u think i text wth 2? lol
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Date: 2024-08-05 03:40 am (UTC)lol, that tracts
well maybe i'll just get a bit more comfortable then
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Date: 2024-08-06 02:27 am (UTC)👀
lol, writing these lines kills me sometimes
Date: 2024-08-06 02:49 am (UTC)but maybe i should drop that subject and focus on daddy?
[attached]
lmao i feel that, sometimes i write some shit for blitzø and i'm like. i need to go.
Date: 2024-08-06 03:10 am (UTC)the gold is cuyte
[ blitzø, the man just took off his clothes can you focus. ]
u dont gota do tgat daddy shit u kno
[ not that he's not into it, but. ]
lol <3
Date: 2024-08-06 03:20 am (UTC)yeah, you like it? i take my clothes off n u get lost in my smile, that's cute 🩷
something u like better?
gotta know what i'm gonna b screaming out
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Date: 2024-08-07 11:47 pm (UTC)[ hello? ]
idk blitzos prity deecent
os silint tho
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Date: 2024-08-08 03:39 am (UTC)that's how i read it now, u know?
ur voice in my head- 'it's Blitzø, the o's silent'
that's the whole name
Itsblitzøtheossilent
makes me smile
stop, why is this cute 😩
Date: 2024-08-10 02:01 am (UTC)good. tghats how it shud b
[ what he means is that people should remember more often that you don't pronounce the 'o', but if it sounds like he means that angel should always be smiling, well. that's not not true, he's just - never gonna say that shit because that's too sentimental for him to touch, even casually. ]
wut elss duz my voice say in ur head
^_^ they're cute together, i love your blitzø
Date: 2024-08-10 02:16 am (UTC)oh u should hear it, just fucking filthy shit, lol
when it's not talking about ~*🩷*horses*🩷*~
right now it's telling me all the shit we'd be busy doing if we were together
🖤 i adore your angel
Date: 2024-08-10 02:26 am (UTC)[ it's... not. it's definitely a personal choice to keep the 'o', at least in writing, but you'd have to claw that lore out of him, and there are more interesting things to talk about anyway.
like horses. ... and angel's filthy mind, which is slightly more interesting than horses, at least right now. ]
wats it tellin u
lets c if u can reed my mind
thank you! 🩷i'm always happy when we find each other
Date: 2024-08-10 02:47 am (UTC)hmm, well, it's very eager to try out/show off some new toys on me, maybe take some more intimate photos (not the wordin u used)
so u have something to look at for times like this
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Date: 2024-08-10 03:26 am (UTC)butt u kno im not guna say no 2 nudes lol
wut kinda toys u liek ?
i hav a hookup i cud probs get u stuf not evn on the markit yet
help u try themn out
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Date: 2024-08-10 03:37 am (UTC)i guess current collection is mostly 'dicks in pretty colours'
strange dicks
shit i havent seen
cuffs and pretty ropes, and lotsa vibrators
oh, i'd def need a helping hand
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Date: 2024-08-10 04:12 am (UTC)[ not half as interesting as anything angel's sent him, but hey. it's something. at least he didn't dive right in with a dick pic taken from a shitty angle. ]
i can grt my hans on alll ov that shit
lol 6 iznt enuf 4 u huh
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Date: 2024-08-10 04:22 am (UTC)i know that scar~ i wanna map em all out with my tongue
love it, try an pick the prettiest ones, shit doesn't always get put away, gotta match the decor
apparently not. i got holes to fill and parts to fondle, it's a two man job at least
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Date: 2024-08-10 04:31 am (UTC)[ it's him, he's the fucked up shit. him and all of his scars. ]
makin me harrd tho so not cumplayning
taht dozent mak it n e ezeer, evryting looks prety wen its on u
ill jst make shur everythng is pink hows that
ur lucky fills n fondles r my midle names lol
[ blitzø fills fondles buckzo. ]
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Date: 2024-08-10 04:51 am (UTC)and that's one of the least fucked up shit i've done
pretty in me too~
pink is good
lol, very convenient and odd naming convention your parents had
but u live up to it so well
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Date: 2024-08-10 05:54 am (UTC)anyway. blitzø's easily distracted by the thought of... pretty things. on angel, in him. just angel by himself, because he's maybe the prettiest thing, opposite to blitzø in nearly every way, and there's something about that blitzø really, really likes. he tucks his fingers under the elastic of his boxer shorts, but leaves them right there, the tips of his fingers pinned under the waistband, palm pressed hot and low against his stomach. ]
got a rep 2 upholed
[ or whatever. he likes to fuck, that's really all he's saying. blitzø opens the last photo angel sent him again and absently traces the heart on his chest with his thumb, following the line at the bottom point down until the photo cuts off. ]
evn ur markigns r a teez u kno that ?
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Date: 2024-08-10 06:23 am (UTC)Angel's lived down here a long time, but the Sinners and Hellborn are still fairly separate societies, with their own little hierarchies. He doesn't see why imps or hellhounds should be at the bottom of the fucking totem pole.
Off topic.
Angel's testing different angles with different arms, finally hitting one he likes. He films a short clip with his lips wrapped around one of his many pretty dildos, getting it good and wet. He's been filming all day, it's mostly for show. His eyes practically fuck the camera when he pulls the toy free and out of frame, you can see the hitch in his breath as he pushes it inside, and the video cuts.]
me??? a tease? heh~ 🩷 hell made it pretty clear what i'd be good 4 when it made me this, huh?
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Date: 2024-08-10 11:25 pm (UTC)but that's introspection for another time, because fucking - satan below.
blitzø isn't exactly expecting any sort of shyness or playing coy from angel, so he's not too surprised when he taps the video with his thumb to get it playing and is immediately met with angel teasing a dildo with his pretty little mouth. he swears quietly under his breath, hand flexing impulsively where it's pinned underneath his own waistband, his eyes flitting between angel's, which feel like they're staring right fucking at him, and the way his mouth fits around that toy.
it's the subtle catch in his breath that really gets him though, the implication after angel deliberately moves the dildo out of frame. blitzø clenches his teeth together, and nearly misses the follow up text because he almost immediately goes to replay it again, hand pushing into his boxers and fisting around his cock.
there is no denying that angel is good at being insanely fucking hot. he's got a whole career based around the fact, but strangely, the first thought that comes to blitzø's mind, hand curled loosely around the root of his dick, is: ]
ur also relly good @ holdign alot of guns @ the sametime
rly fuckin hot bythe way
[ what can he say? he's into firearms and shit, and apparently dudes with a lot of arms with which to hold them. one could call him envious, and maybe he is, but it just adds to angel's overall attractiveness for blitzø. ]
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Date: 2024-08-10 11:47 pm (UTC)would it b better if i had a few guns in frame next time? lol 🩷
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Date: 2024-08-12 12:44 am (UTC)[ honestly, there's probably not a whole lot angel could do that would turn blitzø off. maybe blitzø's just easy like that, but maybe - angel just does it for him. that's something to maybe think about when he doesn't have his hand fisted around his dick and a video on his phone that he has definitely played twice more since the first time. that fucking little hitch of a breath is going to drive him insane. ]
jelis of taht toy
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Date: 2024-08-12 01:03 am (UTC)[Seriously, thank fuck he's got so many hands, Angel wishes he had extra brain cells to keep him focused typing with one set of arms while the third set has been pulled out and tasked with fucking himself, leaving the others free to grope and tease and approximate where Blitzø's touch would go.]
unless u wanna sneak into the hotel this is wut we got for now
trust me, i'd rather have u than the toy
u get me there so much better
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Date: 2024-08-16 02:36 am (UTC)dont teez me
[ blitzø has very little interest in visiting that studio, but when it comes to angel, apparently he's willing (and eager) to do... a lot more than he'd willingly admit. the horse riding shoot was kind of fun, if somewhat awkward at times, even if all he really did was hang out in the background in a dumb little outfit, doing his best not to ruin shit by fawning over the horse they had on set. it was nice getting to see angel work. not so nice having to sit there while valentino barked at him, and not being able to do fucking dick about it for fear of getting angel into trouble, but.
he could probably be convinced to come back for something more... private.
blitzø takes his hand off his dick so he can spit in his palm, then takes himself back up in his hand again, stroking himself kind of lazily while he texts with his other. ]
as bad as i wana b deep depe insid u rite now my ass isint goign in taht hotel
[ it sounds like a shitshow, and he's pretty damn sure he'd lose his mind having to interact with... well, pretty much anyone residing there outside of angel, of course. his knowledge of the hotel's inhabitants is admittedly somewhat limited, but as a concept he'd just rather... pass.
it does make things like this complicated, though. it's not very often that he regrets giving loona the only bedroom in their apartment, but on the very rare occasion, he does sometimes wish they lived somewhere more... accommodating for the both of them. maybe one day.
for now, though: ]
u kno we culd prob fuck @ the ofice
next time i meen
desk is pritty big i bet i cud lay u out ovr it real nise
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Date: 2024-08-16 02:54 am (UTC)we pick a night vox is busy fucking or being fucked by val & he prob won't interrupt~
val shoots private shit there all the time
[It was fun sharing parts of work with Blitzø. Other parts not so much, but it was nothing like Charlie's unannounced visit.
He whines against his shoulder, not wanting to attract any of them to come barging in here all concerned next. ]
wut amount just ur dick? :-P
[But fair, he's not going to go dragging Blitzø in here no matter how bad he wants a proper dicking down. This toy isn't fucking cutting it.]
yeah?
i could dress up for ya too
ya like that, Boss?
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Date: 2024-08-17 01:53 am (UTC)he does allow himself to think about it, though - a studio to themselves, angel spread out over expensive bed sheets and plush pillows, gorgeous underneath all of those fancy lights, all long limbs and softened angles. fuck, is it tempting. blitzø exhales in a quiet rush, the rhythm of his fist a little more deliberate now, his hand lingering near the head of his dick and pulsing with quick, short strokes.
the studio would probably definitely be better than anything they could manage in his cramped office, but now that angel's bringing up dressing up for him, now that angel's calling him fucking boss like that won't go straight to his dick - he can't help but picture what it would be like to fold him over his desk. to sit in his chair with angel seated on his desk in front of him, knees spread, laid back with his weight balanced on his elbows. fuck. ]
fuck u of corse i likeit
[ maybe more than he should, but who cares. truthfully, angel could probably tease him with anything, and he'd be into it, just because it's angel. ]
u no id jst tak it all off tho
slowlly tho bc id apresheate the efert
[ ... ]
wuld u let me eet u out 1st
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Date: 2024-08-17 02:10 am (UTC)His own mind conjures a short of blend of both worlds, fictionalized version of the IMP office. A little more room, some more flattering lighting, maybe a few less homeless people fighting outside. He could play up the little secretary and Boss angle. Or not. That was close to Loona's job description. Whatever, it's a fantasy. Blitzø'd get to be the big boss....few little pornographic doodles on the whiteboard...]
that's half the fun, isn't it?
unwrapping your present?
u think i'd say no?? of course boss man
it's all for u
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Date: 2024-08-23 12:10 am (UTC)regardless, if blitzø were to cast judgment, he'd have to look at himself first.
angel comparing himself to a present sets blitzø's imagination off. he pictures angel with a (comically) large, pastel pink bow tied comfortably around his narrow waist, ribbons draped in a way that barely cover him where it counts. he imagines angel smiling, gold flashing in his teeth like an invitation, calling him to come find out exactly what his smile tastes like. in his mind, he hooks his claws over the edge of the ribbon looped around angel's waist and he pulls, slow slow slow.
he thinks, you're a gift, that's for damn sure, fist sliding from the tip of his cock to the root and back up again. if he were slightly less... distracted, the thought might have been enough to slow (if not stop) him in his tracks, but fortunately, his only point of focus is angel. ]
hey idk maebee ur not in2 taht
cunsents hott or whtevr
[ or whatever, but he does mean it. for as crass and as asshole-ish blitzø can be, he's still decent. if angel was ever not interested in something, it'd be off the table, no questions asked, that simple. ]
im reel good w/ my tung
beter w/ my dick but id eat u out til ur beggign 4 it
i mite cum jst thnking abt it fuck
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Date: 2024-08-23 12:43 am (UTC)Angel smiles, and then rolls his eyes in amusement at how that phrasing is pretty much as charming as it gets in his life. Sure. Consent's hot. He likes that idea. Wishes it worked out that way in the real world more often, but that's what the contract was. Just consent that can't ever be taken back.
Nope, not sexy thoughts.
Angel refocuses, trying to imagine the sensation, working the toy deep inside, and toying at his rim to press a finger in along side.]
so good
i'd beg til i went fucking hoarse (not horse :|)
fuck blitzø
cum 4 me then
would u let me swallow it if i were there?
or u want to paint me with it?
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Date: 2024-08-23 01:49 am (UTC)blitzø growls low in his throat, fist stripping his cock with quick, tight strokes thumb brushing the sensitive spot on the underside of the head on every upstroke, his breaths short and staccato. ]
u cld hav it all
[ is all he manages, vague but honest. if angel wanted to swallow it, blitzø sure as fuck wouldn't say no. if he wanted blitzø to come on him instead, he'd be into that too. whatever angel wanted, he could have from blitzø at this moment.
shortly after that text, angel receives... a video. it's not nearly as tasteful as the one angel sent blitzø earlier, not by any means. just a short clip of blitzø's cock in his hand as he comes, spilling hot over his knuckles, a heavy breath, and a low, gutteral moan that gets cut off when the clip ends. ]
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Date: 2024-08-23 02:02 am (UTC)Maybe Vox if he's bugging the line.]fuck ur beautiful
wish i were there to clean u up
tell me i can come too, Blitzø?
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Date: 2024-08-23 02:22 am (UTC)u can cum angel
i want u 2
thts me insid u reel fuckin deep
makin u cum
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Date: 2024-08-23 02:33 am (UTC)P-please Blitzø- I ca-hhh- please let me-
[A few more thrusts and Angel's coming too, crying out Blitzø's name as requested like he's praising some sort of deity. The camera shifts to let Blitzø get a look at Angel's blissed out face, and he gives a dazed smile, before blowing a kiss at the camera.]
Thank you~
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Date: 2024-08-24 03:04 am (UTC)he should... probably get up and clean up, but he can waste a few minutes. ]
u look reel pritty when u cum
n u mak my name sound so fukcign good
[ ... ]
idk y ur thankig me i shud b thanking u lol
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Date: 2024-08-24 03:11 am (UTC)it feels fucking good to say :-P
we can be lame and thank each other, lol
that was intense~
ur real good at this <3
[Angel feels boneless and verging on sentimental, putting the toy aside to be cleaned along with himself when he has the energy to move.]
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Date: 2024-08-26 12:21 am (UTC)[ don't get him wrong - the handful of professional videos he's watched featuring angel have all been pretty great. occasionally, the "plot" is really fucking cheesy, almost to the point of being unwatchable, but in blitzø's experience, angel always finds a way to save even the shittiest of scripts.
but none of that compares to this version of angel. real, or at least real enough that blitzø lets himself believe it's not all just for his entertainment. ]
ur not bad urslf lol
[ it's funny because angel's a professional, and blitzø's just some middle-aged loser who likes to fuck. el oh el. ]
gona go showre b4 this shit starts 2 dry n itch
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Date: 2024-08-26 12:27 am (UTC)[Eh, they're both middle-aged losers who like to fuck, Angel just gets paid for it.]
kk, me too
talk soon
hopefully in person
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Date: 2024-08-11 09:18 pm (UTC)[It's such a familiar motion by this point, Angel's moving almost before Val opens his mouth, muscle memory directing him to straddle that lap where somehow their size difference always feels that much more pronounced. That used to make him feel safe. Still does sometimes. He can't tell if that too is just muscle memory.
He lifts his chin up to look at him fingers sliding through that neck ruff in a self soothing manner.]
I know, Val. You know I'm sorry, right?
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Date: 2024-08-12 12:36 am (UTC)his brows lift slightly behind his glasses. ]
You're always sorry, aren't you?
[ he says this almost like it bores him, like maybe he doesn't believe that angel is sorry at all, but valentino doesn't linger on this tone. once angel is settled in his lap, he puts both of his empty hands on his back, one between his shoulders and one at the bottom of his spine, so that when he leans forward for a moment so he can put his drink in the nearest cupholder, angel's kept safe and in place.
when he sits back, his hands move again, one on each of his hips, and a third petting at the fluff over angel's chest. he says, with sincerity that seems to toe the line of being slightly overdone: ]
I'm sorry, too. You know my temper gets away from me sometimes, but I don't mean it.
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Date: 2024-08-12 12:52 am (UTC)He savors that brief moment of being held, safe and secure, mind jumping through hoops to try and defend all the examples he has to counter that feeling.
He lifts his gaze back up at the apology, and nods in understanding.]
I know, Val.
[Why's he so fucking stupid every time? Angel tries to quiet that voice. Fine, he's an idiot, but shit ain't gonna change anyway, so why not enjoy the good parts while he's got 'em? Or maybe this time he really means it...]
I know. I shouldn't've given ya reason to get bad in the first place. I ain't been usin' as much, an' my head don't feel right half the time... I ain't tryin' ta upset ya Val, I swear.
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Date: 2024-08-12 02:31 am (UTC)for now, he decides not throw angel's apology back in his face, focused instead on the little bits of information angel feeds him. it's obvious to valentino that angel's been backing off using as much; it'd be obvious to anyone who spends as much time around angel as he does, to anyone who pays him half as much attention, but valentino knows him like the back of his fucking hands. he's different, sometimes, and val hasn't decided if he likes it or not.
probably fucking not, though. that fucking hotel and that little bitch that runs it are ruining angel, and for what?
valentino tilts his head, fingers walking up angel's chest to settle under his chin. he lifts his head up slightly, thumb rubbing a lazy line across his cheek. ]
It's that fucking hotel, baby.
[ despite the irritation simmering underneath the surface, he manages his tone fairly well, coming off as genuinely concerned for angel's well-being. if he could burn that place to the ground, he would, but vox would probably have some shit to say about it, and tussling with the princess of hell (and probably, her dad) maybe isn't the smartest move he could make. at least, not right now.
he pets his hand down angel's throat, then back up again, fingers ghosting underneath his jaw. gentle, gentle, gentle. ]
You know, I don't think they know the first thing about helping people. [ redeeming them, whatever the fuck it is they're trying to do there. it's all a joke to valentino. ] Certainly, they aren't helping you. [ he pauses here and tries to catch angel's eyes before continuing on. ] They are using you, baby. That little - princesa has daddy issues so deep she could make millions in my hands, but appealing to that little council will not fix that. Parading you around like the poster child of bad habits will not fix that.
[ valentino brings his cigarette to his mouth and inhales, and when he exhales he doesn't deliberately blow the smoke in angel's face, but he doesn't go out of his way to avoid it either. ]
Cariño, the only thing she has done for you is paint a target on your back. On that whole hotel. The exorcists came back in half the time, did they not? And they came right for that hotel. It's very lucky you weren't killed. [ the hands at angel's hips squeeze and then shift, linking together behind him at the base of his spine, holding him loosely. ] Why would you want to fight to get into a place where its people come down here every year to kill us all? For what - having lived interesting lives?
[ valentino leans down then, brushing a kiss against the corner of angel's mouth, his voice low. ]
You were much safer with me.
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Date: 2024-08-12 02:52 am (UTC)Val's words dig into his mind, echoing his own doubts and worries.
Angel doesn't try to avoid the smoke, he wants that haze and everything that comes with it.]
They're my friends, Val. Even if I can't get inta heaven- none a 'em wanna hurt me.
[He chases after that kiss with a soft whine. He doesn't have an argument for Val's last point. Val might knock him around, but he kept him safe from the exorcists all this time, didn't he? ]
Do we gotta talk about it right now, Daddy?
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Date: 2024-08-12 03:46 am (UTC)the light press of a palm is welcomed, a fair price to pay for valentino's kindness. he spreads his knees slightly in unspoken approval, careful not to upset the way angel's straddling his lap too much. he could argue that those people are not his fucking friends. he could argue that sure, maybe none of them want to hurt him, but they're not doing fucking anything to keep him safe from the exorcists the way valentino always has, but - angel will learn these things one way or another. if it has to be the hard way, then so be it.
valentino hums a low, thoughtful note, leaning away just enough as angel seeks something more than the ghost of a peck val left him with. teasing, almost, in the way he smiles, gold flashing in his mouth. he holds angel's jaw between his fingers, turns his face away from him so he can lick one hot stripe up the side of his throat, pausing by his ear. ]
We'll talk about it later.
[ and they will fucking talk about it. maybe not as nicely as they have now, as they have so far, but they're absolutely going to talk about this again. valentino cannot fucking stand that angel's left the tower, he cannot stand that there's next to nothing he can do about it short of locking him in his dressing room and never letting him out. he'll find a way to make angel stay, to make him want to, one way or another.
but for now, they're just two people in an expensive car. he's just a man with a pretty little thing in his lap that everyone in hell wants but could never have, not the way valentino has him. he turns angel's head back to face him, fingers careful under his chin, thumb pulling gently at the soft pillow of his bottom lip, and when he leans into kiss him, he pushes his tongue into his mouth. ]
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Date: 2024-08-12 04:02 am (UTC)He pouts as Val denies him that kiss at first, but it drops away with a small laugh and a shiver at the sensation of that tongue on his throat.]
Mmm~ Later. [He agrees but hopes that later doesn't come. Something or other will distract Val before too long. Usually Vox. Said pretty little thing doesn't want to think about that, and he meets Val half way, lips eagerly parting, play fighting for control they both know he'll give over to Valentino in the end (and drinking down as much of that poison as he can in the process).]
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Date: 2024-08-16 02:20 am (UTC)the two hands at the bottom of angel's spine flex, lethality teased in the way his fingertips prick through his coat, as if angel needs any sort of reminder that valentino could rip him apart if he really wanted to. if the mood struck him, that he's lucky val's only mildly irritated with him at the moment. he moves his hands to angel's hips again, drags him closer so he's more properly in his lap, so they're practically groin to groin. it doesn't ever take much from angel to get valentino going (sometimes sexually, sometimes in a fit of rage), so it's no surprise he's already hard in his expensive slacks.
valentino catches angel's bottom lip between his teeth, and he bites hard enough to sting a little but not hard enough to break the skin, though he's very tempted. ]
You're my favorite, [ he says against angel's mouth, licking at where his teeth have left shallow little marks. his hand at angel's throat skims lower, fingers carding through his chest fluff, and lower still. ] You know that, don't you?
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Date: 2024-08-16 02:36 am (UTC)His fingers try to start working open those slacks, hissing softly as he's jostled as those teeth catch, but it's a good ache. Val can handle out both kinds just as easy when he's in the right mood.]
Mmm- I know, Val. [He sighs hotly, trying to guess at how far they are from the tower through the haze and the tinted windows. If they get too far into this there's no way Val won't mark him up, and Angel will bear the blame if it affects the shoot negatively.] I don' deserve you.
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Date: 2024-08-17 02:22 am (UTC)[ a sentiment that, coming from anyone else, might sound romantic. and maybe it is, at least partially, but it's a sentiment that's laced with venom, too. to valentino, angel deserves his gentleness just as much as he deserves his rage. he deserves valentino's soft touches and quiet praises just as much as he deserves the back of his fucking hand. anything valentino gives him is a result of angel earning it, good or bad, as far as he's concerned.
for now though, valentino's... satisfied. he's distracted enough that his annoyance over angel's attitude earlier is easily pushed aside in favor of arousal. the tower's not that far out by now, but there's still enough time for them to fuck around at least a little bit - and if valentino has to tell the driver to take a couple laps around the block, well. it would hardly be the worst thing.
with a knuckle under his chin, val tilt's angel's face up and then turns it away from him to expose his throat again. he leans down, presses a searing kiss just beneath the edge of his jaw, then another, just below that, scrapes his teeth a little over the tendon in his neck. his voice is low when he speaks, toeing the line between dangerous and seductive. ]
Do you think I deserve you, Angel?
[ careful. ]
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Date: 2024-08-17 02:35 am (UTC)...That next question though, feels like a trap if there ever was one. Is there an answer that can be twisted to get him into more trouble. He buys himself a little more time with a hushed whine, pushing those trousers open enough that he can work a hand inside to slip dutifully round that cock, like he just can't wait to get his hands on it.]
...every bit you want, Val. You own me.
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Date: 2024-08-23 01:04 am (UTC)valentino soothes the sting of his teeth at angel's neck with another lazy kiss, then leans back just enough to be able to look angel in the face. he turns his head back toward him with the hand still held under his chin, and val just - looks at him, his expression hard to read but not exactly threatening. he hums a low note in agreement.
he does own angel. every part of him - or nearly, anyway, but he owns enough of him to matter. valentino touches the pad of his thumb to angel's bottom lip and pulls down gently, coaxing him to open his mouth. he runs his thumb slowly across his bottom teeth, then over the sharp points of them, agonizingly slow like he's mapping out the inside of angel's mouth. as if he doesn't already know every inch of angel like the back of his own hands.
he tilts his head, glasses sliding down slightly, and catches a soft sound in the back of his throat in reaction to angel's hand on him. ]
... And if I didn't?
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Date: 2024-08-23 01:41 am (UTC)And so Angel tries to keep Valentino's mind here, in the pleasure he can bring him, the adoration, fist working him slowly and sighing warmly.
But then Val's looking at him, and Angel feels a twinge of doubt. He doesn't stop stroking him, even as the moth coaxes his mouth open and starts playing. Angel's breath on his fingers trembles slightly, betraying his fear.]
...didn't own me, or didn't want me?
[He words get muffled as he clarifies, careful not to nick the fingers in his mouth.]
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Date: 2024-08-23 02:04 am (UTC)Don't play fucking dumb, Angel. [ there's no bite to this, no sharpness in his tone. he uses his stillness to convey a threat, but his voice is quiet, almost gentle. the thumb in angel's mouth resumes its exploration after a moment, swiping lazily over the flat of his tongue, then further in toward the back of it, like he's imagining that tongue elsewhere. his eyes, the entire time, stay on angel's. ] ... I always want you.
[ as if to emphasize this, he flexes his hips subtly, pushing his aching cock into the circle of angel's fist, like a reminder. ]
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Date: 2024-08-23 02:15 am (UTC)It's almost a reflex at this point, Angel's tongue moves and his lips close round Val's thumb to suck on it indulgently, a soft whine in his throat, and his fist working him like that mouth.
Always? He's annoyed by the part of himself that feels a rush a those words even now
It only last a moment, not smart to deny Val his answer.]
I was yours before I signed. M'always your's Val.
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Date: 2024-08-23 02:46 am (UTC)You are, [ he murmurs, his eyes finally shifting and breaking the connection with angel's so he can watch his mouth work around his thumb. he exhales a breathy sigh, teeth catching his own lower lip for a moment. he loves the feeling of angel's hands on his cock, but the temptation of his soft, hot mouth is hard to resist. his free hands find angel's hips and squeeze, and then slide down to splay over his thighs where they're spread over his lap. ] Never forget that.
[ angel was valentino's before, he's valentino's now, and he'll still be valentino's after, if he has anything to say about it.
slowly, valentino move his hands back up, and finally, he gives angel some attention, sliding a palm over his crotch. ]
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Date: 2024-08-23 02:57 am (UTC)There's an easy nod as he hungrily pushes to take more of that digit, the reach far longer that his own.] Never. [He breathes the promise with hot breath against damp skin, his hips arching pleadingly into that touch.]
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Date: 2024-08-23 03:25 am (UTC)never. angel will never not be his. he can play around in that shitty hotel as much as he wants, but valentino will never let him go anywhere he couldn't follow. and he sure as fuck isn't climbing his way up to heaven, wouldn't want to try even if he thought he could, because he has everything he could want down here anyway - so angel's not going anywhere.
practiced fingers creep past the waistband of angel's shorts, teasing against soft fur before he pushes one hand inside, fingertips brushing teasingly against his cock. he smirks at angel, then turns his head to the side to take a drag from the cigarette still burning in his fourth hand, holding the smoke in his mouth. carefully, he slides his thumb out of angel's mouth, swiping some of his spit across his bottom lip, and then he leans his face in close, stopping when their mouths are just an inch apart. with two fingers, he gently taps at angel's jaw, silently commanding him to part his lips, and when he does, valentino leans the rest of the way until there's barely a sliver of space left between them, and he exhales that mouthful of red smoke into angels, nice and slow as his hand teasing angel's cock finally closes around and strokes. ]
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Date: 2024-08-23 03:42 am (UTC)He whines softly at that teasing touch and again when he looses the current subject of his oral fixation, but his lips part obediently.
His initial inhale stutters with a gasp as that hand closes round him, and he arches into the touch as he does his best to breathe it all in.
And there it is~
Angel smiles, pushing abruptly to capture those lips, and rutting up into Val's hand, wanting more. It's so much easier like this.]
Val, I need you-
Please~
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Date: 2024-08-24 02:38 am (UTC)even as physically close as he is to angel, valentino can see the near-immediate shift in his expression even before he's finished breathing the smoke into his mouth. he can feel it in the way his posture changes, the way angel's body feels against him, the weight of him in is lap, and he thinks - it's so much easier when angel isn't fucking bitching at him. it's so much easier when he's amenable. he enjoys when angel's in a begging mood almost as much as he enjoys it when angel's being a fucking brat, sure, but it's always easier when angel just does what valentino fucking wants.
he smiles when angel does, like it's contagious, but his own is a little subtler, and when angel surges forward to kiss him, val's right there to meet him, teeth catching at his lower lip, tongue pushing into his mouth. he uses his free hands to tug angel's shorts down just a little, just an inch or two. just enough to tug his cock free, just enough so valentino's hand is less restricted and move more freely around him. he smiles against angel's teeth, laughs quietly, almost under his breath, as angel pleads for more. ]
You've got me, mi amorcito. [ he kisses angel again, briefly this time as his hands splay against angel's lower back, carefully pulling him in a little closer as if there's any room even left between them. close enough until their cocks are brushing, at which point he takes his hand off of angel's and holds it up by his mouth, palm toward him. he murmurs, ] Lick.
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Date: 2024-08-24 02:55 am (UTC)Val's contagious all on his own, but with his venom, Angel can't possibly resist.
He's good play thing, moaning into Val's mouth, and moving to help when those shorts are tugged lower.
There's a whine swallowed up by that kiss, knowing Valentino is purposefully misunderstanding his plea, but that pink tongue dutifully and thoroughly wets Val's palm, rocking and grinding his own cock against the moth's as much as he'll allow.]
Val- Daddy- please-~
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Date: 2024-08-25 06:24 pm (UTC)it's the sound of angel's voice that draws his attention back, begging, calling him fucking daddy the way that he likes. valentino looks back up, and as he draws his hand away from angel's mouth, he curls his fingers in slightly and ghosts his knuckles along the edge of angel's jaw, palm still glistening with his spit. he smiles, slow and almost charming, too familiar to the way he used to be with angel before things got - complicated. ]
Mmm. [ he hums, thoughtful, contemplative, like he's considering if angel deserves to get what he wants just yet. val runs his thumb over angel's top lip, touches the bottom gently, right in the center, then drops his hand. ] Since you beg so nicely~
[ long, slender fingers take angel's cock and his own in one hand, and though his hands are big, he can't quite form a complete fist around them. it's comfortable enough though, the circle of his fingers tight around the both of them, his palm warm and slick from angel's tongue as he starts to stroke with a lazy pace, his wrist twisting slowly with every upward tug. ]
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Date: 2024-08-25 07:17 pm (UTC)There's a grateful sigh even before those fingers close around their cocks, and Angel's face presses against Val to whine prettily until he remembers himself. He forces himself back again so Val an see his face, arching into that perfect grip with a soft sigh that's only for Val. The real sounds are all for Val, unless they're rehearsing.]
Th-hhh- thank you, Daddy, th- fuck- feel so good.
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Date: 2024-08-25 11:06 pm (UTC)he's not an easy man by any means, but angel's always been somewhat of a... special case, for valentino. it doesn't take much from him to get val worked up; those soft sounds and murmured expletives, the way angel's brows pinch, the way his eyes plead, it all goes straight to valentino's dick, makes his blood feel hot under his skin. valentino watches angel's face, catalogues every micro-expression, every hitch of his breath, his own teeth biting into the inside of his cheek. he wets his lower lip with a pink tongue, and flexes his hips just the slightest bit, pushing his cock through the circle of his hand so it slides counter to the downstroke of his fist, grinds against angel's. ]
... You're welcome. Nngh. You know I always take care of you, Angel baby.
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Date: 2024-08-25 11:19 pm (UTC)His breath shudders and the spider groans, glad to have no (or at least a smaller) audience. The driver might be able to hear, and Vox is almost always watching, but the car gives the illusion that it's just them.]
Always~ So good to me. So- hhh- so good. Please-
[Why couldn't they have this all the time? Because he left- his mind supplies. Why had he done that again?]
Val-
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Date: 2024-08-26 01:02 am (UTC)it's true that they're not completely alone, but most of valentino's personal staff learn very quickly to make themselves invisible until valentino acknowledges them, so if the driver can hear - and it's very likely they can, because they need to be able to hear valentino and any requests he might have - they are very good at playing unaware. the cameras, of which there are at least two in the back (for "security purposes"), are another story, and whether vox is currently watching or not is hard to say. whether valentino cares or not is also hard to say, but if there's a brief little arc of static electricity around one of the lenses, val doesn't seem to notice.
lifting his hand from angel's back, valentino fits his fingers over the back of his neck, thumb pressing lightly at the hinge of his jaw. he pulls angel forward, closer, and kisses him, tasting his own name on his mouth, cutting it short. the hand closed around their dicks starts to move a little faster, a little sloppy on purpose, and valentino exhales a hot, unsteady breath against angel's mouth. his voice is low and teasing, words murmured against angel's lips. ]
What, Angelito? [ soft, playful almost, which is just as dangerous as it could be genuine. he licks at angel's gold fang. ] Tell me. You want to cum?
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Date: 2024-08-26 01:18 am (UTC)He's pulled forward easily, and his groans get swallowed up until Angel is suddenly breathing heavy and trying to remember how to connect his brain to his mouth.]
Uhhuh~ [He whines, struggling with his words, and nodding weakly as he's distracted by that tongue and those lips and-] Yes- hhh- please, please I wanna cum, Daddy-
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Date: 2024-08-26 03:24 am (UTC)but it's not as if angel's not staying, at least for the night.
valentino's hand slows and shifts so he's only stroking angel, dragging his fist from tip to root before his hand stills entirely. he kisses angel, nips at his bottom lip with sharp teeth, and then takes his hand off of him all together, tugging his shorts back up for him and tucking him neatly inside. ]
Sorry, baby, [ he murmurs, touching the side of his face with one hand while he tucks himself back into his own slacks with his others. valentino kisses the corner of his mouth, pets his hand down the column of angel's throat, lifts his hips for one last brush of friction. maybe he'll go find vox after he sends angel off to wardrobe. ] If you're good for the camera, I'll take care of you after.
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Date: 2024-08-26 03:40 am (UTC)...yes Val.
[His hands fall away, resigned to wait. Filming may or may not allow his release, hard to guess with brat taming, but if he begs real pretty maybe he'll be allowed?]
I'll be good~
[He shifts to try and climb off of Val's lap, wincing a little and squirming to try and make that ache fade.]
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Date: 2024-08-28 03:20 am (UTC)he seems relatively unbothered that he, too, is denying his own release (at least, for now), and leans forward to grab his drink out of the closest cup holder. val knocks the rest of it back, ice clinking in the glass, and makes a vague gesture toward angel and the door with one of his free hands. ]
Well, what are you waiting for? The sooner you finish the shoot, the sooner I'll take you to bed, baby.
[ the sooner angel can sleep is probably what he should say, but if valentino's really only got him for a night, he's not going to let it go to waste. and besides, he's fairly confident he can find a way to convince angel to stay longer than that. ]
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Date: 2024-08-28 03:36 am (UTC)Crawling across the seat to open the door he stumbles slightly, and he prays the brief moment of fresh air will help clear his mind enough that he doesn't manage to face place on pavement. But on his feet it isn't so bad. Val hadn't actually given him that much, and his body is used to correcting for whatever high he has on a given day.]
Mmmm, I'll get it in one shot. You gonna be on set, Daddy?
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Date: 2024-08-31 04:43 am (UTC)he really is too pretty for his own good. sometimes, it pisses angel off. sometimes, valentino fucking loves that angel is bound to him, that angel is his in no uncertain terms. more frequently, it's the latter, which is lucky for angel.
valentino smirks at him, a mix of something mysterious and fond, and takes a step toward him, and then another, taking angel bu the shoulder and turning him around so the can walk together. his hand moves from his shoulder to the middle of his back, where it stays. ]
Of course I will. [ he says this like angel's silly for even asking. ] I have something I need to take care of first, but I should be finished by the time you're ready to shoot.
[ and if he's not, travis can handle getting shit rolling at the very least. ]
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Date: 2024-08-31 04:51 am (UTC)He turns and the walk is familiar...comforting. That hand guiding and claiming his stake, as if anyone in hell doesn't know who Angel Dust belongs to.]
Wardrobe handled or do I gotta pick somethin' out?
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Date: 2024-08-31 05:12 am (UTC)during the couple seconds that the two of them are kept waiting, valentino appears to be contemplating angel's question. truthfully, the shoot was pulled together kind of last minute, so the details are kind of... loose. there is, technically, an outfit waiting for angel, but it's nothing overly-specific to the shoot itself, and hardly the focus.
valentino slides his hand up angel's spine to the back of his neck, squeezing gently, almost comfortingly before he lets his fingers drift again, lingering in the space between his shoulders. he looks down at angel and smiles at him, somewhat soft and fond though it's hard to tell if it's genuine. valentino is, after all, very good at presenting himself in the best light when he wants to. ]
Whatever's easiest for you, baby. Wardrobe has been picked out for you already, but if you'd rather wear something else... I trust your judgment.
[ does he? or does he know angel wouldn't do anything to compromise or sabotage the artistry and composition of a shoot by choosing something unacceptable? ]
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Date: 2024-08-31 05:26 am (UTC)Nah, I like wearing what you pick out for me, Val. You always make me look good.
[Just wear whatever they tell him to, play the brat for the cameras, get fucked and then he's done...he can handle that. And if he's good Val will be good to him.
The doors chime and Angel steps inside.]
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Date: 2024-08-31 05:46 am (UTC)as angel steps into the elevator, valentino follows after him and comes to stand beside him, his hand a steady point of contact between his shoulders. he presses the button for the studio floor, then turns toward angel slightly, using another hand to touch the side of his face, to tilt his chin up toward him. valentino leans down so he's close, and he says, ]
You make it so easy, you look good in everything. [ he leans the rest of the way to brush a kiss against angel's mouth. ] ... And in nothing at all.
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Date: 2024-08-31 05:53 am (UTC)You promise- once the shoot's done, you promise?
[Isn't it nicer when Angel's begging for it rather than putting up a fight?]
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Date: 2024-08-31 06:07 am (UTC)Mm. [ he chuckles quietly, almost under his breath, amused and pleased by angel's begging. he's so much more attractive when he's practically melting in valentino's hands. ] Promise. We'll get through the shoot, and then I'll take care of you. How does that sound, mi cariño?
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Date: 2024-08-31 06:15 am (UTC)Sounds perfect, Daddy.
[His smile softens at Val's phrasing, painting a picture where the pair of them have to suffer through the shoot together. And it makes him that much more agreeable when his mind can lean into that belief that they're approaching this as a team. Never quite equals, but needing each other...]
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Date: 2024-08-31 06:36 am (UTC)when the elevator doors chime and slide open, valentino presses his hand to angel's lower spine and guides him forward and out, but instead of leading him toward the studio, he stops in the hallway instead. ]
I'll see you soon. [ val touches angel's face with the back of his hand, skims his fingers underneath angel's chin. he looks at angel's mouth, like he's tempted to kiss him again, but he resists and steps away instead, nudging angel in the opposite direction with a hand on his chest. wherever valentino is going, whatever it is he has to take care of, it's - away from the studio. toward his bedroom near the opposite side of this floor, more specifically.
when valentino eventually shows up in the studio, he's maybe only a few minutes late. his entrance isn't subtle, but it's not particularly distracting either, but he seems... relaxed. maybe very slightly disheveled, but he sinks into his chair and casually wipes his thumb against the corner of his mouth, his eyes on the scene before him. travis hands him a script, which is pretty bare bones and calls for a lot of improv, and valentino barely flips through it, his eyes finding angel instead. ]
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Date: 2024-08-31 06:46 am (UTC)By the time Val returns it's obvious enough what he's been doing, Angel's eyes very briefly finding his before his character spits a biting remark, dripping with sarcasm, and very quickly pays for. The slap helps jar Angel to his senses, burying those bitter feelings before he has to live through this brat taming in real life as well.]
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Date: 2024-09-01 03:29 am (UTC)overall, it's a fairly easy shoot. valentino only calls cut twice, once for an alternative line delivery and once for a boom mic dipping into the frame, but otherwise the whole thing goes surprisingly smoothly. wrapping goes pretty quickly, the studio emptying out perhaps a little faster than usual, the set crew ready and eager to call it a night. valentino dismisses angel and his scene partner before anyone else though, and it's only once everyone's cleared out that he goes to find angel in his dressing room. ]
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Date: 2024-09-01 03:43 am (UTC)He flashes a tired smile back at Val through the mirror before he turns his head.]
How'd I do, Daddy?~ M'almost ready, I just gotta get dressed and stuff.
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Date: 2024-09-01 04:14 am (UTC)Perfect. As always. [ not "as always", because the number of times valentino's lost his temper on set over angel not performing to whatever ridiculous standard on any given day is probably too high to count, but that's neither here nor there. he practically folds himself in half to lean down, and presses a lingering kiss against angel's cheek, the same one his scene partner had slapped numerous times. when he pulls away, he doesn't straighten up, but stays leaning over angel instead. he looks at him in the mirror, face tucked close to the side of his neck, the fluff circling his neck brushing against angel's jaw. ] Stay like this, baby. If you want.
[ getting dressed seems kind of pointless when valentino has every intention of taking angel back to his room and peeling him out of everything anyway, but if that's what angel wants to do, valentino won't stop him. for once. ]
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Date: 2024-09-01 04:28 am (UTC)His lips curl at the compliment, drinking them in while Val's still in the mood to hand them out. Watching them in the mirror they like different people...happy. Angel nuzzles into that fluff and turns his head finally to press a matching kiss to Val's with a smile, eyes still trained on their reflections.]
Love you, Val.
[He nods faintly and pulls his robe a little tighter. It's not the first time he's made the trip like this. Hell, he's plastered naked all round this tower, there's not much reason to be bashful about it.
He sets his phone on the vanity, hoping Val will read it as not wanting to be disturbed while they're alone tonight, but mostly he doesn't want Val snooping.]
I can't wait to feel those sheets again.
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Date: 2024-09-01 04:58 pm (UTC)he communicates it in other ways, though. valentino smiles at angel's reflection, moving his hands from where they're massaging his shoulders so he can cross his dominant arms over angel's chest instead, holding him tight and close, lips finding his cheek, his jaw. he doesn't miss the way angel sets his phone aside, bright red eyes following the movement of his hand, curious. suspicious. but he doesn't say anything about it, his eyes finding angel's in the mirror again. if he wants to convince angel that living in the tower was in his best interest, then he needs to keep control of his temper, at least for now.
valentino meets angel's gaze in the mirror again, and he stands to his full height, letting his fingers skim up angel's chest as he straightens. he offers one of his hands, gold rings glinting under the soft vanity lights. ]
Then let's not waste any more time, amorcito. Come on.
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Date: 2024-09-01 05:32 pm (UTC)The possessive hold is nicer in moments like this, when it doesn't feel entirely designed to show Angel who he belongs to, and he smiles taking the offered hand and rising once he's released. His other hands try to readjust the robe again as they step out of his dressing room, and he finds himself glad there's not too many people around at this hour to see him heading up instead of out. He tries to bury that shame, the one that feels remarkably similar to what he feels each and every time he relapses after trying to quit for any amount of time.]
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Date: 2024-09-01 06:29 pm (UTC)that being said - it is relatively quiet at this hour. mostly everyone has wrapped up and gone home, and any stragglers are smart enough to make a point of ignoring angel and valentino alltogether, like the two of them are ghosts. valentino opens his hand a little around angel's, but only so he can slot their fingers together, giving his hand a light squeeze as he leads him along. fortunately, the trek from the studio to the penthouse isn't terrible, and it's not long before he's letting angel inside, holding the door open with two hands and ushering him past the threshhold.
with the doors closed and locked behind them, valentino turns angel around to face him. he slides a hand under his chin, lifts his head carefully. his thumb strokes across his smarted cheek, head tilting slightly like he's checking for any lasting marks that won't be gone by morning. he seems satisfied enough. ]
You did well, baby. [ valentino's hand drifts from under angel's jaw, ghosting down the column of his throat. two of his fingers slide underneath the collar of his robe, following the hem down where it crosses over his chest. ] Why don't you take a hot bath, hmm?
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Date: 2024-09-01 06:39 pm (UTC)He lifts his head and watches as Val examines his so gently, that guilt rising again for whatever doubts have been bubbling away in his mind.
His fingers release the hold on his robe, and he smiles softly before nodding, shoulders loosening up at the thought.]
You wanna join me, Daddy?
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Date: 2024-09-01 07:27 pm (UTC)running the back of his knuckles down the center of angel's chest, valentino smiles at him quietly, his other hands working at sliding a set of gold cuffs off of his own wrists. ]
If you'd like me to. [ of course he wants to join him, but presenting angel with the option to bathe and relax alone is calculated. it's supposed to make him feel like he has a choice, like he has freedom - and he does. have a choice, at least, and for once, it doesn't seem like there's a wrong answer, no looming threat.
valentino steps around angel, and he hands off some of his jewelry to kitty, who seems to appear out of nowhere before zipping off again. he turns then, hands beginning to roll down his sleeves, fingers unbuttoning the cuffs. ] Do you want a drink? I'll bring it to you.
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Date: 2024-09-01 07:38 pm (UTC)Gaze following the path of that one hand, Angel smiles easily when presented with a choice. All these years and he's still easy to play with that illusion sprinkled in now and then. He nods with an almost shy expression, as if Valentino hasn't just watched him be railed on set for the last however long.]
'Course I do.
[He's no longer surprised by Kitty, the appearance making him grin fondly as he starts off towards the bathroom, glancing back at the offer.]
Mmm, surprise me?~
[There's a playful tone and a wink, before Angel disappears to get the bath started.]
not me trying to piece together a logical layout based on like 4 screencaps
Date: 2024-09-01 11:28 pm (UTC)alone, valentino finishes unbuttoning his shirt, but leaves it on and open for now. he summons kitty again, instructing the fizzbot to pour him two drinks - two martinis, specifically, one with an olive garnish, and one with a lemon twist, and then heads up the stairs himself, though he doesn't join angel in the bathroom right away. instead, he removes a couple more rings and another bracelet and sets them neatly on top of the vanity in his loft of a bedroom, and sends off a quick text. kitty meets him upstairs only a minute or two later, silver tray in hand, and valentino plucks both of the drinks from it before sending her off.
by the time he joins angel in the bathroom, enough time has passed for angel to have filled the large, elevated tub in the center of the room, and littered the water with whatever soaps and bath salts he pleases (because valentino is, unsurprisingly, the kind of person to have an obnoxious amount of soaps and salts and sprays and lotions). he sets the glass with the olives in it down on the wide marble edge of the tub and uses the same hand to touch angel under the chin, and then leaves him to sit on a plush stool in front of the nearby vanity, where he sets his own glass down. ]
You look comfortable, [ he says, his voice low as he bends and reaches down toward one of his ankles to unzip his boot. he slides it off and sets it aside, then moves over to the other one, his eyes on angel the entire time. when his shoes are off, he straightens up and peels himself out of his dress shirt, left in only his white slacks, a gold chain at his throat, and the more delicate chain strung between both of his pierced nipples.
he picks up his drink, stands, and wanders over, looming over angel, but making no move yet to finish undressing, or to join him. when he speaks again, his tone is... apologetic, maybe a touch overdone. practiced empathy, mixed with something else. ] I'm sorry to have kept you up so late. I'd have found someone else if I thought anyone could do it better.
[ realistically, there are a handful of lesser-known stars who probably could have pulled off such an easy scene with some effort, but that's not the point. ]
lol, such dedication <3
Date: 2024-09-01 11:47 pm (UTC)He hums gratefully, sitting up to take a sip of that drink. Setting it down again he folds his top set of arms on the edge of the tub and rests his cheek atop them to watch Val.]
I am~ [There an easy smile, one that grows a little more leering as Valentino strips more away, and he shifts, lifting his chin as the moth looms over him.]
It's fine, Val. Really. I was just...bein' a brat. An' you've made up for it real nice. You gonna let me make up for what I said? [He arches a brow in invitation, nodding towards the water.] You promised if I was good...
my ass almost opened the sims to try and build something before i was like no that's too much lmao
Date: 2024-09-02 12:58 am (UTC)valentino takes angel's face in one hand, tilting his head up as he leans down to kiss him, his tongue snaking into his mouth while his two remaining hands work his pants open and off; unsurprisingly, there are no underwear to be shed. when he breaks away, he leaves another kiss at the corner of angel's mouth, still leaned in close. ] I did, didn't I? And you were such a good boy...
[ his teeth flash as he smiles, and he takes a sip from his glass before straightening up and stepping over the marbled edge and into the bath. he sinks down into the hot water with a sigh, his back resting against the slanted side of the tub, and spreads his upper arms out along the edge, drink set aside. ]
lol that's amazing <3 <3 <3
Date: 2024-09-02 01:27 am (UTC)Which makes him all the more eager for that kiss, lips easily parting, wanting more of that poison in his system. His eyes strain to catch a peek, and he gives a pleased groan at the sight of him. He puts on his best wide eyed innocent look and nods, some how managing to look sultry while doing it.]
I had a good incentive~
[Val seems in a good enough mood to be playful like this. Of course he should be good because Val fucking says so, and they both know it.
He waits until Val's settled to shift over to him, fingers lighting on that pretty chain delicately as he stole another kiss, and then let himself settle comfortably for a moment so the both of them could enjoy the warmth.]
...I missed this.
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Date: 2024-09-02 08:41 pm (UTC)valentino lets angel's confession sit in the air between them for a few long moments, fingers tracing X's on his hip, and then, like he did in the car, he encourages angel to move into his lap with a subtle nudge of his hand. ]
You could have this all the time. [ it's murmured, no need for anything louder in the minimal space between them. valentino pets a hand down angel's chest, fingers wetting down his fluff a little. his eyes flicker up, catching angel's. ] ... You did before.
[ before angel left. before he moved out and started holing up in that shitty hotel. before he decided that everything he could ever want wasn't actually enough. ]
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Date: 2024-09-02 09:05 pm (UTC)Shifting and settling over Val's lap without a word exchanged between the two, he thinks he might know Val better than most anyone except for possibly the other Vees.
There's a conflicted look, and the words die on his tongue before he can get them out - they didn't. Even then. The good moments didn't make up for the terrible ones, and he tries to remind himself.]
...we'd fight. [He offers finally, opting for a phrasing that gave himself at least half the blame.] I don't like fightin' with you, Val...
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Date: 2024-09-02 11:58 pm (UTC)but he doesn't want to argue about this right now. he hasn't forgotten that he's working toward something here, trying to coax angel to come back to him. to come home.
two hands settle at angel's waist, drag up his back and then back down again, claws dragging lightly. valentino looks down at him, their difference in size not quite as exaggerate like this, but still notable. he leans down, brushing a kiss to angel's temple, his cheek. ]
I miss this too. [ val pauses for a moment, considering the weight of his next words. he brushes the next kiss against angel's mouth, light and lingering. ] ... I miss you.
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Date: 2024-09-03 12:14 am (UTC)And he can see that Val's trying...
Val's touch is soothing, and Angel mirrors it in miniature, fingers skimming over the moth's ribs, lifting his head to accept those kisses, a guilty look falling over his face. He sounds so sincere. And all the reasons for leaving feel increasingly selfish and one sided.]
...I miss you, Val. But- [But what???] ...m'helpin' Charlie with the hotel, an' I'm her only guest now...I'd wanna at least find her someone else-
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Date: 2024-09-04 12:12 am (UTC)setting his glass back down, valentino bites the little bit of fruit off of the rind and drops it in his cup to be discarded later. by now, he's had a couple of seconds to let his flash of a temper pass, so when he finally decides to say something, it sounds like they could just be having a casual conversation about the weather, and ot like they're talking about angel fucking off like valentino hasn't given him fucking everything. ]
Mmm. [ a thoughtful hum. valentino reaches toward the edge of the tub with one hand where there's a gold wire basket sitting on the marble, filled with a myriad of soaps and salts, lotions. he plucks a small, soft sponge from the basket and brings it back, dipping it in the water. ] And why are you her only guest now?
[ it's a rhetorical question. val glides the loofah up along angel's back, then forward over his shoulder and against the side of his neck, slow and gentle. he cocks his head slightly, but his eyes are following the path of his hand, deliberately not looking at angel. ]
Is it because the last one died under her protection?
[ val's hand pauses for a moment, and his eyes dart upward to catch angel's. angel could try to deny it if he wanted, but valentino watched that entire fight play out with vox and velvette right here in his penthouse. does he even need to mention the fact that the only reason that snake was even there was because the vees planted him there, and he folded like a coward when he got caught?
two of his hands settle over angel's thighs under the water, thumbs stroking idly back and forth, and he continues with the sponge. ]
You've been there for months, baby. Are you helping? Or are you just... free PR?
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Date: 2024-09-04 12:25 am (UTC)...we stopped the Extermination. [The one Charlie had brought down early. And no one's really sure what the fall back for slaughtering Adam is going to be still...
His fingers toy with that chain again, an excuse to duck his head. If he is PR he's not doing a very good job if he hasn't managed to lure a single other sinner in all this time.]
I ain't usin' so much? [That's something, right? Maybe that's not such a positive here as it is in the hotel, but Val's been on him before about being too coked out- least when he doesn't want him to be.] An' Char weren't even tryin' ta get me specifically, she'd been askin' all sortsa fucks round my corner before ya dropped me off.
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Date: 2024-09-04 01:37 am (UTC)and then they relax. valentino wants to explode at him, but he deliberately chooses not to. he hasn't put all of this fucking effort into playing nice tonight just to fuck it all up by lashing out. angel would deserve it, don't get him wrong, but valentino's determined to coax angel back to him. maybe it won't happen tonight, maybe it'll take more time, but he'll make it happen one way or another. hopefully, without even having to force his hand.
valentino inhales slowly, deeply, and then exhales. ]
... You could use less here. [ he drags the loofah down the center of angel's chest, across his ribs, down one of his lower arms to his wrist underneath the water. val lets go of the sponge, letting it float and bob to the surface, and ghosts his claws over angel's palm before gently linking their fingers together. ] You know I don't like it when you get... messy.
[ that's not necessarily true; sometimes it's convenient when angel's overindulged. valentino doesn't care, so long as he's benefiting, but there have been a number of times where he's had to be on angel's ass. a number of times where it's actually been dangerous, and valentino's has had to drag his ass somewhere 'safe'. the last thing either of them need is a headline about angel overdosing, even if he'd just come back. it's still bad PR regardless.
but onto the next point. ]
You know... before she started all of that hotel nonsense, we only had to worry about the Extermination once a year. Well - you haven't had to worry about it at all. [ not for a very long time, at least, because valentino has always kept him safe. vee tower has never been directly targeted by the exorcists, and there's probably a reason for that. ] But they came back early this year. And now, you and your little - friends - [ he hesitates to even use that word, biting back a crueler descriptor. ] have killed Heaven's favorite Golden Boy.
[ valentino tuts his tongue quietly, lifting angel's hand out of the water to kiss the back of it. ]
What do you think is going to happen, amorcito? Hmm? I don't think she's stopped the Extermination the way you think she has. If anything, I think she's probably made things worse. For all of us.
[ the verbiage here is careful. valentino makes a point to put the blame on charlie's shoulder's, intentionally avoids grouping angel in with the rest of them, absolving him of any guilt, by association or otherwise.
valentino turns angel's hand over and presses another kiss to his palm, looking at him over the edge of his glasses. he lowers his voice, almost murmuring. ]
I just want you to be safe, mi amor.
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Date: 2024-09-04 02:02 am (UTC)He can see the effort Val's putting in, lets himself believe his primary motivation really is protecting him.]
I know, Val. M'workin' on it...
[And he can't deny he's a little worried himself about what's going to happen. Having a way to fight back instead of hiding every year does feel empowering, but it's possible Heaven will decide to wipe them all out next time...]
They were killin' more of us every year, it was gonna come down to some kinda stand off eventually...
[Right? But his gaze softens, looking up at Val, and those gentle loving kisses.]
You know I can take care a myself when I need to... I want you save too Val, I know you take care of me, but I can look out for you too sometimes if ya let me-
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Date: 2024-09-04 02:39 am (UTC)it should be insulting to him that angel thinks he needs saving from anything, that he needs to be protected. he's a fucking overlord, and he didn't get here by being weak or vulnerable. valentino's not naive enough to believe he's invincible, but he's well aware of his status. rather than take it as a slight against him though, val finds amusement in it instead. it's... cute, almost.
valentino kisses the inside of angel's wrist next, his secondary arms looping around his waist, water sloshing around them gently. he smiles softly, offers a quiet laugh. ]
That's very sweet of you, baby.
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Date: 2024-09-04 03:03 am (UTC)I'm supposed to be makin' you feel good right now, Daddy not talking 'bout all this.
[They should be enjoying themselves before the novelty of being soft with each other wears off and they're back to fighting.]
M'sorry I got sidetracked.
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Date: 2024-09-04 03:46 am (UTC)Apology accepted.
[ like he's not partially to blame as well. valentino's hands drift, palms settling over angel's ass, encouraging another little roll. ]
Why don't you finish your drink and let me take you to bed.
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Date: 2024-09-04 03:53 am (UTC)Think you can wait that long? [The tease has the slightest hint of bite, given he's almost positive Val denied him his own release but went off and found his.
Angel's don't count on the set, provided they're even allowed. That's work.]
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Date: 2024-09-04 04:26 am (UTC)he laughs, low and a little dark, and teases back with a grin. ]
I thought we tamed this brat already...
[ without warning, valentino stands and takes angel with him, lifting him up with two hands supporting him under his ass and hoisting him over his shoulder with minimal effort. water goes - pretty much everywhere, splashing a bit over one side of the tub and sloshing around the basin, but valentino doesn't seem to care too much about it. he steps out of the bath onto one of the plush bath mats framing the perimeter, dripping everywhere, and snags a fluffy towel from nearby with one of his free hands. he hands it to angel, and carries him through and out of the bathroom, headed toward where is bed is waiting in the loft. ]
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Date: 2024-09-04 04:41 am (UTC)There's a playful struggle, nothing serious- and given their practice with both- it should be obvious. He catches hold of the towel and tries to get some of the worst of the damp from his dripping fur, still giggling at the unexpected kidnapping from the bath.]
Might need a reminder~
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Date: 2024-09-05 02:28 am (UTC)valentino doesn't bother too much with drying off, unbothered by the trail of wet footsteps he's left between the bathroom door and the foot of his bed, but he does stretch and flutter his wings for a moment, the movement subtle as he turns away from angel and toward the lavish vanity to look for a cigarette. ]
You... [ he starts, picking up a gold cigarette case and flipping it open. valentino plucks a cigarette out with two claws and closes the case with a soft, metallic click before setting it down again. he lights the cigarette with match, which he shakes out, and then turns back around to face angel, taking a drag.
the smoke that dances from the end of it burns white, but when valentino steps forward, when he bends at the waist and takes angel gently by the throat - when he exhales that lungful of smoke, it's red, and it swirls and twists into the shape of a heart around angel's face.
valentino grins at him, his own face framed by the same heart. ] ... Are very spoiled.
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Date: 2024-09-05 02:50 am (UTC)Still smiling wide, Angel towels off a little more, secondary hands all ready enjoying the familiar feel of that bedding.
Watching Val, he hangs on that silence with anticipation, throat bobbing eagerly under the moth's fingers. His grin only grows as he finishes, an adoring look on his face as he breathes in that sweet smoke.]
I am. But you like spoilin' me, Daddy~ [Dressing him up, taking him out, jewelry and gifts. Val might not always be free with the 'I love you's but he was very free with his money when it suited him.]
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Date: 2024-09-07 03:39 am (UTC)smiling almost fondly, val leans through the smoke, still in a somewhat hazy shape of a heart, and kisses angel through it, short and sweet, laughing quietly against his lips. ]
I do, [ he agrees. spoiling angel when he deserves it is one of his favorite past times, actually. putting him in expensive outfits, decorating his throat with delicate chains and jewels, showing him off to people who could only dream of knowing what it'd be like to have someone like angel on their arm.
coaxing the towel away from angel with one of his secondary hands, valentino takes it and drops it somewhere off the side of the bed where it's out of the way. the hand at angel's throat squeezes gently, briefly, and then slides from his neck to his chest, pressure under his palm. he hums a low note. ] Lay back for me, Angel. Let me look at you.
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Date: 2024-09-07 03:56 am (UTC)Releasing the towel to Valentino, Angel whines softly at that momentary squeeze, coaxed back easily enough with the pressure alone. He gives his hair a tousle since he hasn't been able to style it, shifting easily into an alluring pose for Val to admire him, expression playing at shy.]
How ya gonna spoil me tonight, Daddy?
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Date: 2024-09-07 04:26 am (UTC)val lifts his chin a little when he exhales, sending the plume of smoke up toward the vaulted ceiling. ]
I was thinking about fucking you until you pass out. [ his mouth pulls into a devious little grin, his teeth catching the glow from the neon framing the obnoxious headboard. after a beat, he twists and reaches for where he left his phone on the vanity, grabs, it, and turns back around to snap a couple pictures of angel spread out on the sheets. satan, he's so fucking hot. ] Why, how do you want me to spoil you?
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Date: 2024-09-07 04:37 am (UTC)[Angel's a pro enough to casually shift his pose and expressions to offer those candids a little variety, finding the lens so that gaze is directed right to the viewer.]
Add in a few pretty bruises to remember you by in the morning? [His fingers skirt suggestively along his neck] They'll fade before we gotta shoot again. I like it when you mark me up, Daddy.
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Date: 2024-09-07 05:34 am (UTC)he takes a couple more shots for himself and a quick video of angel trailing his fingers down his throat, and then tosses his phone onto the bed, somewhere out of the way but still within his reach, just in case he decides he wants to add a couple more. he finishes his cigarette, snubbing out in a crysal ashtray on the vanity, and then folds and leans in close again. ]
Oh, is that all you want? [ he teases, his secondary hands finding angel's knees and pushing them apart so there's space for him to crawl onto the bed and in between them. his primary hands skim up angel's torso, a slow and torturous tease over his stomach, across his ribs. val kisses him with teeth, biting at his lower lip and murmuring into his mouth. ] You look so fucking pretty when you're mine.
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Date: 2024-09-07 05:51 am (UTC)He laughs, even as he's slowly caged in by Val's looming presence, and he nods with an affirmative groan. His own fingers catch at the chain and play dirty, encouraging Val to give him more by tugging, just shy of painful, and then that little bit more.]
Show me.
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Date: 2024-09-09 01:46 am (UTC)Fucking tease, [ he admonishes, but there's an underlying thread of playfulness in his words. the hands at angel's ribs drift higher, and valentino leans in to kiss him again, tongue dipping and curling into his mouth. his lower hands, splayed over angel's thighs now, skirt along the inside, and then sway up and outward towards his hips, ghosting dangerously close to his cock, teasing intentionally.
and then his hands are gone, lifting of angel at every point of contact, and valentino moves past him. he pushes up onto one knee, and it doesn't take much for him to scale the length of the entire bed, twisting to sit with his back rested against the heart-shaped headboard, one leg outstretched and the other bent at the knee for now. he reaches his two left hands out toward angel, summoning him. ] C'mere, amorcito. I want you in my lap.
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Date: 2024-09-09 01:59 am (UTC)And then he gets a taste of his own medicine, huffing softly as Val abandons him completely to move up the bed. But he's quick to roll over onto his hands and knees and up crawl after him, making more of a show than he needs to as he swings a leg to settle himself over Val's lap.]
I learned from the best.
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Date: 2024-09-09 02:13 am (UTC)Oh, Angel. Flattery will get you... [ val tilts is head, letting his eyes wander over angel, drinking him in like he's one of the prettier things he's seen in a while. in truth, angel's the prettiest. he wouldn't be as famous as he is if he wasn't - if valentino didn't make damn fucking sure everyone knew it as well.
val's hands slide down angel's primary arms to his elbows, and then back up, up, up, where they close loosely around angel's neck. no pressure yet, just warmth. he leans down, having to bend a ways to compensate for how small angel is by comparison, and murmurs lowly close to angel's ear, tongue flicking teasingly at his neck. ] ... everything.
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Date: 2024-09-09 02:26 am (UTC)He likes feeling small like this, looking up at Val, knowing he could break him if he wanted, but won't. Not fully at least.
Val's hands are always wandering, touching, showing he owns every inch of Angel, and for now Angel wants to be owned.
His teeth catch at his lower lip, and his breaths stutters with a soft groan, hips grinding slowly.]
Ain't flattery if it's true. You made me what am I, Val~
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Date: 2024-09-09 03:41 am (UTC)moving his face out of the crook of angel's neck, val leaves a kiss at the hinge of his jaw, on his cheek, at the corner of his mouth, his chin. ]
I promised you I would...
[ make him rich and famous, make him a star. give him anything and everything he could dream of, in exchange for just one little thing. and to valentino's credit, he's followed through on every promise spelled out in that contract.
his thumbs shift, nudging gently under angel's chin to coax him to lift his head, hands still circled around angel's neck. valentino leans down to kiss him, almost uncharacteristically soft. a glimpse of the old val. ]
But you were already beautiful when I met you, Anthony. That had nothing to do with me, mi amor.
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Date: 2024-09-09 03:55 am (UTC)Angel's mask fractures at that name, and all at once he's Anthony, vulnerable and trusting- at least when it comes to Valentino. Val was his first real love...only real love, and Anthony'd craved that acceptance so badly by the time he found it that there was nothing he wouldn't have done for Val.
His hands move abruptly to cling to Val, all four holding fast like he used to.]
Val, you know I love you, right?
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Date: 2024-09-10 03:32 am (UTC)he shifts his hands from where they're resting near the bottom of angel's throat and moves them to lightly cup his face instead, thumbs passing lightly under his eyes as angel clings to him. his secondary hands move too, leaving his hips and gently carding through the fur over his stomach and his ribs in a way that's meant to be soothing, palms broad and warm and strong.
does he know that angel loves him? more recently, he's questioned it. if angel loves him, then why was it so easy for him to fuck off to that shoddy hotel across town? if angel loves him, why is it so fucking hard to convince him to come back? valentino has given him everything.
he says nothing even close to this. valentino recognizes the vulnerability in the way angel's all but curled himself around him, and chooses his words carefully. ]
Baby, [ he starts, quiet, close. val lifts one hand away from angel's face so he can brush some of his hair back and away from his eyes. ] Of course I know.
[ he brings his hand back to hold angel's face, gentleness in every touch. valentino tilts his head, thumb ghosting under angel's bottom lop. ]
You know I love you. Don't you?
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Date: 2024-09-10 04:00 am (UTC)He lets himself smile with a softness that doesn't often reach his face these days, something real and soft, unguarded despite all the mutual hurt they've thrown at each other over the decades.
Nuzzling his cheek into that hold, there's a flicker of tension in his face as the question's volleyed back, and even though it's followed by a quick and sure nod, there's guilt on his face for that moment of doubt.]
Yeah. Yeah, I know. 'Course I know.
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Date: 2024-09-13 12:28 am (UTC)it pisses valentino off. it gets under his skin, but not in a way that makes him want to lash out with violence or a razor sharp tongue. not yet, anyway. he can't quite explain it, but his hands on angel's torso still for a moment, and then they slide around to his back, arms secured around him in what basically amounts to a loose hug.
for a few long seconds, val doesn't say anything. he cradles angel's face in his primary hands, following the softened edges of his jaw with his thumbs, tracing under his mouth, following underneath the subtle curve of his smaller eyes. his own face is carefully arranged in a way that makes him mostly unreadable, but then his eyes narrow as if in thought before they seems to relax again. ]
I haven't been very... kind to you, lately, have I? [ 'lately' is generous. one could argue valentino hasn't been kind in a very long time, but he does have his moments. like now, perhaps. it doesn't really seem like there's any kind of trickery laced into the question. it's not a trap, necessarily, even if the sentiment might not be entirely genuine.
when valentino is unkind, there's always a reason for it. if he's ever cruel, it's because it's deserved. his kindness is earned just as easily as his brutality. that's how he sees it, at least.
here though, right now, valentino needs to earn angel's favor. he needs to replace that doubt with reassurance, with confidence, if not for angel's sake, then for his own. the more he can sway angel back to him, the quicker he'll have him back in the tower where he belongs.
valentino winds his arms a little tighter, and though the words feel almost foreign and bitter on his tongue, he says them anyway, quiet, and with no follow-up excuse or justification for his alleged unkindness. ] ... I'm sorry, mi amor.
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Date: 2024-09-13 12:55 am (UTC)He blinks in surprise at Val question, head tilting like he doesn't fully understand, or is trying to work out where exactly the trap is. Because agreeing has to wrong, doesn't it? He hesitates, averting his gaze, which is an answer itself.
Those arms hold him tight and safe, and then that rare combination of words he so rarely hears. I'm sorry. Angel tries to fold in closer to Val, shaking off that apology that he's needed so badly to hear.]
It ain't just you, Val. I...I shouldn't've left without talkin' to ya first, I just-....I was scared.
[He's not sure why exactly he's apologizing now, but it pours out of him desperately.]
I'm sorry, Val.
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Date: 2024-09-14 01:36 am (UTC)but whether or not he believes his unkindness is justified is irrelevant. his apology doesn't actually have to mean anything, it just has to sell. angel tucking himself in closer to valentino lets him know that it's believable enough. val lets his hands fall away from angel's face as the spider leans in closer, moving them and draping his arms loosely around angel's shoulders instead, hugging him with both sets now. one of his wings, draped out of the way so it doesn't get caught up underneath him, lifts and folds over angel's lower body like a soft sheet.
angel's apology doesn't surprise him necessarily. he hears them often enough that sometimes he comes to expect them, but right now, it's the admission of being scared that intrigues him. scared of what, exactly? what valentino might have said, if angel had come to him asking to leave? what could he possibly expect other than straight up refusal? maybe he was right to be afraid.
valentino doesn't ask. instead, he tilts his head a little so he can look down at angel and see his face a bit more properly, hands gently rubbing up and down his back. he sighs, though it's not angry. ]
... You scared me, baby. [ is that true? maybe, maybe not. he was definitely fucking angry when he realized angel hadn't come back to the tower in days, wasn't answering his texts or his calls, wasn't on any of the familiar corners. but scared? only valentino knows the truth. ] I woke up one morning, and you were gone.
[ valentino pets a hand down the back of angel's neck, then back up, fingers idly tracing around the shape of the pink heart in angel's fur at the back of his head. like he's god the placement memorized, probably because he does. ]
And when it started getting late, and you hadn't come back... [ his other primary hand slides underneath angel's chin, lifting his face to make him look at val this time. sell, sell, sell - though this time, there might be some truth in his words. at least once, before he knew the truth, it might have crossed his mind that angel could have been in actual danger. ] I was worried something had happened to you. You weren't answering any of my calls or texts. And I don't have to tell you how fucked up some of the drooling perverts who obsess over you can be when the think they have even an inch of power.
[ finally, he cranes himself down so he can brush a kiss against angel's mouth. ]
I still worry, Angelito. Every night you're not here.
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Date: 2024-09-14 01:58 am (UTC)The response seems to surprise Angel, lifting his gaze briefly like he hadn't considered that. Valentino- scared? It's the sort of worry he's come to expect from the residents of the hotel (to the point of smothering at times), but whenever he's gone missing in the past it's the anger he remembers. But maybe he's not being fair... He doesn't resist the hand turning his gaze, and his brow crease with guilt.]
...I wasn't thinkin' about how it'd make ya feel, Val-
[He mirrors the kiss with a few apologetic ones of his own.]
M'safe there, but...I shouldn't've done that to you... I'm sorry, Val.
Maybe...I can spend more time here with you again...outside of filming?
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Date: 2024-09-14 02:46 am (UTC)when valentino kisses angel again, it lacks some of the softness of the ones that have come before, but it still starts out slow. there's subtle desperation in the scrape of his teeth against angel's lower lip, a sigh exhaled past his lips before he licks into his mouth, hand sliding from under his chin to the back of his neck, his other arms tightening even more around him as if there's any space left to close between them.
but it's brief, and val breaks away after a few moments so he can speak, but he doesn't go very far at all, still very much in angel's space. close enough that his mouth ghosts against angel's with each word. ]
Mm... I would like that, amorcito.
[ it's not exactly what he wants, but it's something. a stepping stone toward everything being exactly as it was before. ]
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Date: 2024-09-14 03:02 am (UTC)There's hardly any space between them at the moment, and Angel seeks to deepen the kiss, but has to wait. His lips curl and he pushes forward to show his appreciation with a more heated kiss, breaking long enough to acknowledge-]
So would I, Daddy.
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Date: 2024-09-14 11:35 pm (UTC)the grin that spreads over his face is almost impish. slow and wide, teeth sharp and reflecting the neon framing the bed, eyes narrowed devilishly. the way angel says that - daddy - sounds like they're getting back on track, serious conversation and bitter feelings being left behind, or at the very least, shelved for another time. valentino can't find it in him to complain. he did promise angel he'd fuck him until he passed out, and val never makes a promise he doesn't intend to keep.
without much warning, the wing draped over angel lifts moves out of the way with a bit of flair, and valentino braces his hands against angel's back so he can flip their positions; angel with his back against the headboard, and valentino in front of him with a knee on either side of his legs and his secondary hands braced against the mattress up by angel's hips, practically caging him in. ]
Where were we, baby? [ he smirks at angel, brows lifting briefly as he peers at him through his glasses. his primary hands touch and tease, one trailing down his chest through the soft fluff, the other ghosting the tip of a claw along the line of his jaw. he leans in, following the invisible line with his mouth, pressing one slow kiss, and then another and another, all the way down the side of his neck. when he murmurs, it's close to angel's ear, and he teases his pulse with a slow flick of his tongue. ] I think you were saying you wanted some pretty bruises...
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Date: 2024-09-15 02:15 am (UTC)He sighs with want as those hands wander and that claw plays dangerously. That neck is eagerly displayed, Angel lifting and twisting his chin to give Val access to a blank canvass to leave his marks on.]
Uh huh~ Please Daddy. So many. I want to feel you everywhere.
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Date: 2024-09-29 12:09 am (UTC)[ ideally, that's how valentino would have it all the time, but. he's a busy man with things to do and people to... also do. there's just not enough time in the day to fuck angel to melting the way he often wants to, and angel moving out doesn't exactly help, but they've argued about that enough for one night.
sharp teeth tease along the soft, exposed tendons of angel's neck, valentino's long tongue lapping over the gentle sting like a hot balm. his two primary hands lift off of angel, bracing on either side of him against the mattress to bear his own weight, his secondary pair moving quickly to replace them on angel's body. they find his narrow waist, then drift lower to his hips, his thighs, skimming along the inside and gently easing them even further apart so he can settle more comfortably between them, his erection not-so-subtly pressed into the soft fur of angel's inner thigh. ]
Every inhale, every fucking blink - [ he closes his mouth against the side of angel's throat, sucking hard, tongue teasing through soft fur to hot skin, his hips grinding slightly. ] - You'll see my face, baby.
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Date: 2024-09-30 12:19 am (UTC)His fur's damp and tinged pink from Val's saliva, a living map of the path of that tongue. His lower hands shift to grip under his knees and help hold his thighs apart. His eyes slide closed with a groan, rocking to try and meet those hips, sure he can see it all ready.]
Nothin' without you, Val.
for @ shitzo
Date: 2024-08-12 12:13 am (UTC)[Being killed in a way he can come back from is bad enough, but the ever present threat of working with a temperamental overlord with his own angelic firearms is terrifying enough to generally keep Angel in line (as much as Angel can be kept in line. It's not like he doesn't know he's going to get taken out one of these days by some kind of angelic weapon, but it's supposed to be the sort of threat he only has to face once a year.
He holds the icepack in place and perches on the edge of the sofa. Lips curling into a grin that's worth the wince it causes.]
Heh- None taken. I improv a bit, but exactly shit I'm proud of or nothing. Val writes some, comes up with mosta the ideas at least. I know he's got a few script writers, but he's very...involved.
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Date: 2024-08-12 12:54 am (UTC)blitzø laughs a little, mostly to himself. he opens one of the desk drawers just for something to do with his hand, and then immediately pushes it closed again. the desk is technically everyone's, but loona tends to man it the most due to the nature of her position, so rifling through the drawers even out of boredom feels like an invasion of her privacy, and he's not about to open that can of worms. somehow, he knows she'd find out.
anyway. blitzø doesn't really want to talk about valentino anymore, and he assumes angel probably doesn't want to talk about him that much either, so he changes the subject. ]
You really think that hotel shit is gonna work? [ if he seems mildly doubtful, it's because he is. hell might not be that great, but the appeal of heaven kind of sucks to him too. why would you want to be somewhere where everything is perfect and you have to follow a bunch of bullshit rules? why would you want to fight to get into a place where some big fuckin' weirdo decides if you're good enough? based on what, exactly? like - blitzø doesn't get it, but he's never known anything outside of hell, and despite all the bullshit... he likes it here. ]
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Date: 2024-08-12 01:13 am (UTC)Not for me at least. Don' know if it did work, it a Sinner that sold his soul could even go or not. But I'm pretty sure no amount a trust falls is gonna make up for the shit I did before and after dying. Plus mosta the angels Charlie's met sound like fuckin' dicks. And not the fun kind~
I'd like ta see my sister. And I'd like my friends ta be safe. But...I ain't gonna leave Char and Fat Nuggets, and-...everyone behind. [His eyes flick towards Blitzø, but...ugh, feelings.]
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Date: 2024-08-12 03:24 am (UTC)if blitzø thought heaven was a place worth going, he might feel a little bad about the possibility of angel not being able to ascend. it might not be a possibility even now, but outside of the yearly executions, he really doesn't think hell is all that terrible. then again, he has the freedom to go wherever he wants whenever he wants, so maybe he's a little biased.
and maybe, maybe, he just doesn't want angel to leave. but that's not anything he'd readily admit, to himself or angel.
blitzø hops up onto the desk, then hops down on the other side of it (it probably would have been just as easy to talk around it, if not easier?), leaning his back against the edge. ]
Eh, [ he shrugs, ] I hear it's all overrated anyway. [ he hasn't heard that actually, but he doesn't really pay attention to talk about heaven. not that he encounters the topic of conversation even semi-regularly, but still. he crosses his arms, then tilts his head, his eyebrows raising. ] Anyway. Your sister hot too, or?
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Date: 2024-08-12 03:35 am (UTC)It's gotta be, it's missing all the best people. And all the worst ones, but that just leaves all the most medium people, and who needs them?
Heh, well, we are twins so you'd probably think so. We looked a like on Earth at least, not really sure what she looks like now, but me and Niss and Pops are all spiders...
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Date: 2024-08-15 11:44 pm (UTC)[ he makes a cut-throat gesture near his throat with a swipe of his hand, laughing a little under his breath as he does so. truthfully, he doesn't really have much personal beef with the angels, so he has no personal interest in them either, though he does think the yearly execution thing is all kinds of fucked up. if you're gonna damn someone to hell for all eternity, why bother coming down to kill them? seems to defeat the whole purpose of the 'punishment' in the first place. also, he's no expert, but it doesn't sound very angelic. big fuckin' hypocrites, but blitzø expects nothing less.
crossing his arms, blitzø seems to consider something for a moment, his eyes shifting somewhere off to the side in thought before they come back to rest on angel. after a beat, he offers a subtle, casual shrug. ]
I've got a twin sister too. [ but that's really all he says about barbie. just a quick offer of something they have in common before he's moving on. ] Niss is... who, exactly?
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Date: 2024-08-15 11:59 pm (UTC)He recognizes that 'totally not a big deal, but actually a bigger deal than it seems' shrug, and his lip quirks at that little shared piece between them, smart enough not to push for more in that moment.] Yeah? Oh, Niss is our older brother. Arackniss~. Idiot leaned real hard into the spider thing when pickin' a new name for himself. We don' really keep in touch...
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Date: 2024-08-17 01:28 am (UTC)but blitzø's not about to turn this conversation into a suckfest, especially when angel's already had somewhat of a rough night, so he keeps that common link to himself for now and focuses instead on angel. ]
Arack— [ like arachnid. wow, that's - everybody's so creative. blitzø closes his mouth but shoots angel a look that's damn near begging him to understand that he's definitely judging, but trying to be nice about it by keeping his likely-shitty comments to himself. in the end, he just kind of ends up laughing and shaking his head. you know what? the dude's already suffering enough in hell, he can keep his weird little edgelordy name.
as his laughter tapers off, blitzø's eyes drop to the ice pack over angel's hand, and then back up to his face again. he tilts his head, and then after a beat he gestures with his own hand kind of vaguely at the ice pack. ] You should probably-...
[ and then he makes another lazy gesture, but this time at the side of his own face, in the same area that angel's is bruising. ]
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Date: 2024-08-17 01:39 am (UTC)Angel snickers, not at all blaming Blitzø if he wants to laugh. It's a stupid fucking name, beaten only slightly by their father's.]
Mmm- [He lifts the pack, and fuck, that does feel better.] You wanna know the name I came down here with? [He says it casually enough, but he can count on one hand the number of people who know.] Anthony. Can you picture that shit on a poster?
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Date: 2024-08-17 02:06 am (UTC)anthony. anthony. blitzø thinks about it, says it a couple times in his head while he looks at angel, and strangely enough... he doesn't think it doesn't fit him. it's definitely not a name worthy of a porn star, not anything he can picture on a poster or a marquee, but.
blitzø cocks his head slightly, the corner of his mouth tugging upward a little with the suggestion of a faint smile, or at the very least, mild amusement. he shrugs one of his shoulders. ]
I mean it's - fuckin' weird, 'cause you're just Angel to me, but - [ he shakes his head casually. ] I don't hate it. [ after a beat, he uncrosses his arms so he can put one of his hands out. ] Don't get me wrong, I think Angel suits you better, but... Anthony's not so bad. It's - [ he laughs, finally. ] It's not fuckin' Arackniss.
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Date: 2024-08-17 02:25 am (UTC)He laughs softly, and Blitzø's response makes him smile.]
I kinda like bein' just Angel.
Heh, so stupid, right? He might as well have called himself the Itsy Bitsy Spider.
[He won't make fun of Blitzø or any imps for being short, but his big brother's fair game mostly 'cause it pisses him off so much.]
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Date: 2024-08-23 12:10 am (UTC)still leaning against the receptionist's desk, blitzø scuffs a foot against the hardwood, his boot scraping lightly. he tilts his head slightly, glancing off toward the eel tank on the other side of the room and idly watching them drift around in the water. ]
So, anyway... [ okay, good start. blitzø crosses his arms casually. ] You can stay here... again. If you want. [ he shifts his eyes back to look at angel. ] I'd, uh. I'd offer to let you stay at my place, but Loona's got the only bedroom and - [ he laughs, and it's only a little awkward. ] Honestly, the couch here is much better, so you're probably better off here anyway....
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Date: 2024-08-23 12:22 am (UTC)[He flashes a teasing smile, and then nods gratefully. He fishes a small wad of bills he has tucked away in his chest fluff, and leans over the back of the couch to offer it up.]
Probably not your usual rate, but I did use your services. 5 stars, would recommend~
[Blitzø's taken on a lot of risk helping him out, least he can do is pay IMP under the table. And better the money goes to Blitzø than to any of Angel's dealers/the nearest vending machine.]
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Date: 2024-08-23 01:30 am (UTC)- wants angel to be somewhere safe, at least for one night, and if he can't go back to the hotel where he's been staying for fear of being found, or if not that, fear of bringing trouble to his friends, then the office is the safest place blitzø can currently offer.
when angel offers him money, blitzø hesitates. he looks from the bills in angel's hand to the bruises on his face and coloring his throat, and he knows he doesn't want it. he didn't drag angel through that portal expecting to get paid for it, he did because he wanted to. because angel was in trouble and he came to him for help, and blitzø helps the people he cares about whenever possible.
blitzø doesn't want the money, but he takes it anyway. he doesn't pocket it though, and instead, he counts out less than half of it, and then hands the rest back. angel's right - even the full amount is less than the going rate to carry out a basic hit, but blitzø's not interested in charging him.
he shoves the bills into one of his pockets, then pushes away from the desk with his hip so he can start moving toward his office door. ] You can take those five stars and put 'em on Yelp though.
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Date: 2024-08-23 01:52 am (UTC)He accepts the remaining bills with a faint frown, but he doesn't argue, tucking them away again into his fluff.]
Six stars if you're headin' in there to get it ready~
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Date: 2024-08-23 02:15 am (UTC)[ blitzø casts him a quick, teasing glance over his shoulder before disappearing into his office. he doesn't bother closing the door behind him, but he does leave angel's line of sight from the couch, stepping somewhere off to one side to - open another door? that's what it sounds like, anyway, followed by the faint sound of him moving something around.
and then his foot steps, growing louder as he heads back. when blitzø reappears in the doorway, he's got what looks like a thin, folded blanket in one hand, and some sort of small, decorative throw pillow in the other. definitely not the most comfortable looking bedding angel's probably seen, but he wanders over and offers it anyway.
did he have these last time? if he did, he probably would have offered them, which means at some point he probably made a point to shove a blanket and pillow in the storage closet in his office specifically in case angel ended up crashing here again at some point. ]
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Date: 2024-08-23 02:25 am (UTC)He blinks at the blanket and pillow silently.
It's such a small and stupid gesture to hit him this hard but it does, and suddenly Angel's throat feels tight and his fucking eyes are burning, and he's not going to cry over a fucking blanket.
Angel transfers the icepack to a lower hand and silently accepts the little bundle, trying to make his throat work and just nodding instead, finally managing a tight smile.
Fuck, Blitzø was going to throw him out, this was humiliating. He coughs to try and clear his throat.]
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Date: 2024-08-23 03:04 am (UTC)blitzø falls back a step, his body language only slightly awkward, and it's only then that he notices the tension in angel's smile. he tries to sound casual, but there is a very, very thin thread of mild concern tangled in the question. ] Are you - good?
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Date: 2024-08-23 03:08 am (UTC)Yeah, no, I'm...I'm good, thanks for...this.
[His voice sounds wrong and huffs, scrubbing a knuckle over his brow and trying to shield the fucking flush that's come now.]
Sorry, I am, I'm good. I don't know what's wrong with me.
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Date: 2024-08-26 12:21 am (UTC)part of him is tempted to just accept that angel's fine - tempted to nod and leave it at that, leave him alone and retreat to his office for the night where neither of them have to talk about anything they might not want to. it's very like him to avoid emotional vulnerability when he can help it, but strangely, he finds that he doesn't actually want to disappear for once.
he doesn't say anything, his eyes shifting away from angel for a moment before he suddenly turns and starts walking off in a seemingly-random direction. there's an unmarked door a good eight or so feet down from his office door, and he pushes it open and disappears into the dark room behind it. this time, it's not the sound of bedding being shifted around, but the sound of something... squeaking. like a wheel that needs oiling, and when blitzø reappears again, he's dragging what looks like a small black cart with an old television sat on top of it, secured with a strap over the top. he glances back over his shoulder toward angel for a moment, pulling the cart along as one of the wheels squeaks and resists. ]
I'm fuckin' starving - I was thinking of ordering a pizza.
<3 Blitzø
Date: 2024-08-26 12:34 am (UTC)You think an Italian's gonna turn down pizza?
[Crisis averted, back to jokes and teasing, everything is fine.]
You need a hand with that?
🖤🖤
Date: 2024-08-26 01:31 am (UTC)[ blitzø's knowledge of the living world isn't narrow, but he's not exactly well-versed, either. he learns only what he needs to about his targets and where to find them, but that's really the extent of it, and so far, none of his clients have paid him to haul his ass up to italy. and, fortunately, he hasn't had too many run-ins with the mafia in hell outside of moxxie's shit-ass family. all he knows is pizza is great and whoever brought that shit down here like a million years ago should probably have their picture hung up somewhere.
dragging the tv to the center of the room not too far from the couch, blitzø waves off angel's help for a second, and then changes his mind. he picks up the power cord spilling from the back of it and swings it around once or twice by his side before holding it out to angel. ]
Yeah, here. Plug that in - uh, wherever. [ he makes a vague gesture, unsure of where the nearest outlet is, if there even is one. he spends most of his time here in his office, or in the conference room; his knowledge of the lobby's electrical outlets is limited.
blitzø digs his phone out of his pocket, swiping through his apps. ] Pizzageddon or Dommin-Hoes?
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Date: 2024-08-26 01:45 am (UTC)[And yeah, maybe his accent gets a little thicker defending his family's homeland. His Nonna did claim Italy was responsible for inventing just about everything, but the pizza one he's pretty sure of. But of course he doesn't actually expect Blitzø to have the full cultural lexicon of both Hell AND Earth. He's mostly teasing.
He accepts the cord and starts hunting for an outlet, his size making it a little amusing as he's so far from outlet height. But eventually he finds one and folds down to plug it in, more flexible than anyone has any right to be.]
Hoes~
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Date: 2024-08-31 11:53 pm (UTC)[ blitzø says this partially under his breath, but definitely loud enough and with the intention of angel overhearing, a fleeting note of amusement in his tone as he glances up from his phone - just in time to catch a glimpse of angel practically folded in half. he allows himself two seconds to - admire the view, and then shifts his attention back to his phone again, pacing idly as his thumb taps and swipes across the screen. ]
How's half cheese half meat sluts sound? [ tap tap. ] Too late, already ordered it.
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Date: 2024-09-01 12:53 am (UTC)Straightening up again, Angel smooths down his jacket and weaves easily round Blitzø's pacing to perch on the couch again.]
Heh, we should do this sometime without a buncha shit happenin' before.
[What a novel experience. His expression softens briefly in thanks, and then his lips curl impishly (is that like a rude thing to say in hell btw?).]
How long they usually take to deliver? 'Cause I bet there's a few fun things we could do in exactly that amount of time...
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Date: 2024-09-01 03:50 am (UTC)or maybe blitzø's just overthinking it. he looks back down at his phone again, though this time he's not looking at anything in particular, just averting his gaze, and he shrugs casually. ]
Yeah, maybe.
[ maybe they should, maybe they shouldn't. either way, blitzø's easily distracted by angel's not-so-subtle flirting. he looks up again, pocketing his phone this time, and wanders toward angel, overly nonchalant. ]
Twenty minutes, give or take. [ he raises his eyebrows, and a slow smile spreads across his face, all sharp teeth. ] What kinda fun're you thinkin'?
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Date: 2024-09-01 04:02 am (UTC)Mmm- the kind where we see how many times we can cum before they get here? Loser has to answer the door?
[Winners all round with that kind of fun. Except maybe the delivery guy if he's some kind of prude.]
I still gotta thank ya properly.
[And he still does want that desk fantasy, but that might take more time than they've got and he doesn't wanna be pulled outta that one prematurely.]
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Date: 2024-09-01 05:58 pm (UTC)but that's a conversation for another time, or more realistically - never.
blitzø's already moved past the moment anyway, comfortable falling into flirting and dirty talk. it's not exactly where he thought this night would go, all things considered, but if angel's comfortable, then - well, blitzø's not going to complain. he practically skitters up onto the couch, quick and agile, and perches behind angel, peering over his shoulder at him like some kind of feral gargoyle. ]
Come on, that's not fair. You're a professional, uh - cum - a professional. [ great job, real smooth. blitzø laughs though. ] Whatever, delivery guy's probably seen worse.
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Date: 2024-09-01 06:08 pm (UTC)A professional you have no trouble getting off in record time on multiple occasions, don't sell yourself short. Or we can lean into your strengths an go shoot some fucks- [He pretends like he's going to stand up, lips quirking playfully]
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Date: 2024-09-11 12:04 am (UTC)he seems a little bit prideful at angel's words, the compliments landing right where they need to. blitzø believes he's good at exactly two things - fucking and killing - and for someone whose whole career is based around sex to give him a little credit, well. it's definitely a little bit of an ego boost. blitzø can't help confident smirk that pulls at the corner of his mouth, but his expression is quick to shift, eyes widening a little when angel feigns getting up.
lightning-quick, blitzø's tail lashes and catches angel's teasing hand, tangling around his wrist to keep him from going anywhere, one hand extended in a way that's meant to be placating while the other remains braced against the back of the couch where he's still perched so he doesn't fall. ]
Okay, hold on, [ he laughs, the spade of his tail gently pushing between two of angel's fingers almost kind of subconsciously. ] Fuck around now. Pizza. Murder after.
[ he raises his brows a little, like he's waiting for feedback, but then he continues on, crawling a little bit closer to angel on his hands and knees over the back of the couch. he keeps his tail coiled around angel's arm. ]
Appetizer. Dinner. Dessert. Can't beat that.
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Date: 2024-09-11 12:25 am (UTC)He laughs in triumph when Bliztø stops him, easily falling back and looking oh so pleased with himself, always a little surprised how quick the imp is, both in general and with his tail.]
You drive a hard bargain. [He plays as though he needed any convincing at all, fingers shifting obviously on either side of that spade, nothing subconscious about it.] Never been the Appetizer before. I like this plan. Might need a second taste after dessert~
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Date: 2024-09-13 12:43 am (UTC)climbing down off the back of the couch and onto the cushions by angel, blitzø smirks and shrugs a shoulder, inching toward him on his hands and knees. ]
I'm irresistible, what can I say? [ does he believe this? maybe to some extent, but he says it more like it's a funny think to say in the moment and not like it's true. ] Now c'mere and let me fuckin' kiss you. This head start you've got isn't fair and I'm not about to lose that easily, bitch.
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Date: 2024-09-13 01:06 am (UTC)You really are~
[He laughs softly at the jibe, and easily pushes forward to kiss the imp. With the overlap of their personalities there's rarely a slow build with them, catching him by the lapels of his jacket to pull him closer, while a whole other set of hands is trying to undo it.]
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Date: 2024-09-13 03:30 am (UTC)though he's big in personality, blitzø is kind of small in stature. for an imp, he's above the average build, but next to angel he just can't compete, so when angel pulls him forward by the front of his jacket, blitzø's easily moved. his tail, free now from the torturous prison of angel's teasing fingers, lashes behind him once or twice like an excited dog, and with a little maneuvering, he manages to get a knee on either side of one of angel's thighs, not quite sitting in his lap, but partially straddling it at the very least. hovering, as deft little claws find the bottom button of angel's jacket and push it through the hole, the one above that following shortly after. ]
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Date: 2024-09-13 03:46 am (UTC)In the studio Angel's the small one most days, but in his work outside of that he's been with just about every make and model of sinner or hellborn there is down here over the years, big and small. He likes to think it gives him some perspective- having been on both ends of the spectrum. Maybe it just makes him a big slut.
His hands fall back only long to help shrug out of his jacket once Blitzø's worked it open, pushing it out of the way blindly so he can get them back on the imp.]
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Date: 2024-09-30 09:43 pm (UTC)sharp claws sink carefully into the soft fur around angel's ribs, nestled in the space between his two (present) sets of arms. as much as they tend to rush into this kind of thing, when blitzø kisses him again, it's a little slow, like they're not racing against an imaginary clock to see if they can get each other off (and who can do it first) before the delivery guy shows up. he snakes his tongue back into angel's mouth just like before, red-yellow eyes not quite closed but heavy, hooded, hazy almost.
blitzø's hands drift, blindly following the stripe of soft pink fur down, down, down until his claws catch at the waistband of angel's skirt. ]
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Date: 2024-09-30 10:14 pm (UTC)Up or off? [He manages to pant, half lifting his hips to help with whichever way Blitzø wants to deal with getting the skirt out of the way.]
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Date: 2024-10-02 03:35 am (UTC)he breaks away to speak, but stays close enough that angel's face is still blurred. ]
You wearin' anything underneath? [ he counters, laughing a little bit breathlessly to himself, but he doesn't really wait for an answer either way. his hands dip, claws sliding under the hem of angel's tight little skirt and making quick work of pushing it up when he raises his hips, material bunching over his wrists as he skims his hands along angel's thighs. ]
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Date: 2024-10-02 03:58 am (UTC)Uh uh. [Angel shakes his head, laughing as Blitzø can see that well enough for himself by now, dick sliding free like his third set of arms now that he doesn't have to worry about running the line of his skirt.]
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Date: 2024-10-07 12:27 am (UTC)[ and less work for him, honestly, which is always a plus, especially when on limited time. blitzø laughs a little to himself, the sound a bit rough, and grins impishly, as is in his nature to do. he finishes pushing up angel's skirt, just high enough to be mostly out of the way, and lets his claws drag from angel's hips down over his thighs, thumbs skimming along the inside as his hands drift back up.
he's going to have to get a new couch. normally, the thought might be enough to stop him, but honestly, it's probably about time they throw this one out and find a (cheap) replacement anyway, and blitzø's too invested in making angel come as quickly as possible to think about anything outside of that right now. he kisses him again, tongue seeking and tangling with angel's, and pets one of his hands down angel's stomach until the inside of his wrist bumps the tip of angel's dick. from there, he lets his fingers tease too, and then closes them in a loose fist around him, dragging down slowly. ]
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Date: 2024-10-07 12:49 am (UTC)[He deserves that, and not just for today. He's quieted (mostly) with that talented tongue, and easily distracted by the kiss. Their bet almost slips his mind all together, though not the limited timeline, so he doesn't hold himself back from bucking up into that teasing touch, his groan swallowed up into their locked mouths.
The hands that aren't busy fondling those spines fumble to try and work Bliztø's pants open, another muffled moan sounding curiously close to his film persona. Maybe he's a little concerned about winning.]
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Date: 2024-11-01 12:54 am (UTC)next time sounds great, actually. blitzø grins a little against angel's mouth, chuckling quietly under his breath. he tries to imagine what angel could possibly wear for him that would trip him up so badly that he would hesitate to peel him out of it - and then quickly decides he can't think about that, because he'll lose focus, but more importantly - he'll lose this silly little game they're playing before he even has a chance.
the hands fiddling with the button at the front of his pants shake him out of his own imagination and pull him back to the present situation, but the moan angel practically feeds into his mouth almost rattles him in a different way. for now, he doesn't clock that it's a little different - not unfamiliar, because blitzø's acquainted with some of angel's work already, just that there's a shift that his brain hasn't quite absorbed yet. he pants a heavy breath, catching angel's bottom lip with his teeth as he adjusts the curl of his fist and sets a steady pace with his hand, shifting a little closer on his knees so it's easier for angel to reach and work his pants open. ]
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Date: 2024-11-01 03:17 am (UTC)And fuck, Bliztø really is too good at this for someone not in the industry, it's not fair. Angel whines as he manages to work those pants open, shoving them down Bliztø's hips and skimming his claws delicately over sensitive flesh.]
Bliztø-
[He sighs the name with another pleading sigh, arching up into that touch as he finally takes him in hand and starts mirroring the pace.]
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Date: 2024-09-01 06:52 pm (UTC)[ valentino doesn't really bother with dictating where someone can fuck angel - so long as they pay and they don't break any of his rules (no leaving visible marks unless they've paid extra upfront, no disobeying angel if he says no to something (though that one is kind of a case-by-case basis), among a few) he doesn't really care. but having to drive out to this shitty motel just outside of town is almost as insulting as the insinuation that angel is only worth fifty-thousand dollars, and valentino's not happy about it.
but he shows up.
when the car pulls up to the motel, no attempt at subtlety is made to hide or disguise his arrival. valentino wants them to know that he's here. when he steps out of the back, he appears to be relatively calm. almost bored, but anyone that knows him would know there's a fucking storm raging inside of him right now, obvious in the tension held in his jaw. he smooths the wrinkles out of his black dress shirt, adjusts the cuff of one sleeve where it's rolled up to his elbow, and pushes the car door shut with one of his other hands, red eyes narrowed and scanning the motel room windows for a sign indicating where angel is being held. ]
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Date: 2024-09-01 07:07 pm (UTC)Inside, Angel's distracted them they way he does best, offering himself up to help pass the time. He moans around the cock in his mouth, while two of the others fuck him far too hard for those sounds of pleasure to be real. His claws bite into his palms, two sets of arms tied behind his back, the third out of sight for now, and he fucking hopes Val shows up soon or they're going to lose interest.
The ones meant to be keeping watch are more interested in the show than in keeping an eye on the entry points...]
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Date: 2024-09-01 10:09 pm (UTC)there are a few options here, all of which valentino has run through in his head already on the way here. the easiest, most efficient option would be to kick the door in and put a bullet in every single person's head, save for angel, of course. it'd be messy, but he could be quick about it, and he's always been a good shot. the problem, is that it feels too... merciful. anyone who crosses valentino, especially to an extreme like this, deserves to fear for their life at the very least. quick and easy would be too kind of him.
as valentino approaches the door, he tilts his head and just listens for a few moments, his eyes drifting to the bloody heart scribbled in the window. as far as he can tell, angel is still alive by the muffled sounds coming from inside. a plus on their part, but not enough to earn them even a sliver of clemency from valentino. unfortunately, these clients have sealed their fates.
shifting his attention back to the door, valentino lifts a hand... and knocks. he folds both sets of arms behind his back, standing there in the yellowy light of the breezeway - and he waits. patient in a way that should be unsettling, as he listens to the rapid shuffle of footsteps inside, the abrupt halt of all sound after that for a moment.
when the door opens, a lizard and a bull there to greet him ("greet"), weapons lowered but in-hand, valentino stoops down, bending at the waist so he fills the doorway. he keeps his hands folded behind his back, and he smiles at them like he's an old friend come to catch up, and not an overlord who's been crossed. ]
Hello, [ he says, his tone almost a little sing-songy. valentino looks them both over briefly, and then his gaze moves past them, seeking angel out. he doesn't seem surprised to find him in compromising position, but it should be clear to angel that whatever is about to happen here is not good. a calm valentino when he should be anything but is valentino at his most dangerous.
two hands unfold from behind him and settle against the door, pushing it open wider. he invites himself inside, bowing his head to avoid the doorframe, his wings draping and fluttering lightly behind him like a cap. once he's past the threshhold, having pushed past the two men at the door, valentino pushes the door closed behind him with his heel, and puts two of his hands on his hips. he folds a third over his chest, and casually looks at his claws on his remaining hand, feigning boredom and disinterest. ] So. I heard there was a little... change of plans. What was it, Angel baby?
[ he looks at angel, his eyebrows raising behind the rims of his glasses. valentino doesn't even acknowledge the three men who were likely fucking him just moments ago. ]
Fifty-thousand?
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Date: 2024-09-01 10:27 pm (UTC)Angel looks up at him and nods, a smear of blood dripping down his face from some blow to his head.]
...We didn't think-
Yeah, that's right. You got the cash?
[They speak over each other, some more brave than others when face with the actual target of their unplanned exchange. One of them has the sense to level a gun at the back of Angel's head. Neither of the men Angel's pointed out, so Angel would eventually come back, but he'd be out of commission for while.
Angel glowers back at them and rolls his eyes.]
They're a real clever lot, Val, can' ya tell?
stares at my typos with dead eyes.
Date: 2024-09-02 12:19 am (UTC)valentino moves further into the room, but he makes a point of never turning his back to anyone in his company, never fully taking his eyes off of anyone for more than a few seconds. when angel speaks, val doesn't acknowledge him with any sort of verbal response, and addresses the two men armed with angelic weapons. ]
Of course I do. [ his tone is almost playful, like it's silly of them to think he would have shown up without the demanded cash in hand. as if to prove this, he reaches in past the collar of his shirt with one of his primary hands, lower two still clasped behind his back, and produces a single band of 100s. it's only ten-thousand, but presumably, there's more where that came from.
valentino brings the money in front of him, and thumbs the edge of it so the paper flutters like a deck of cards being shuffled as he steps closer to the two of them. he puts himself between them in fact, one arm around each of their shoulders like they're friends. ] Unfortunately, it looks like you've left a rather... ugly mark on my merchandise, and the fee is -
[ valentino moves so quickly, it's almost unnatural. the arm draped around the lizard bends sharply at the elbow, claws finding his throat with ease and ripping through flesh and tendon like it's paper under his fingers, blood spilling over his knuckles and down his forearm in a hot river. before the man can even drop, valentino uses his lower hand to pry the angelic knife from his rapidly weakening grip, and then lets the man sag and collapse entirely so he can spin that knife around on the bull still held close beside him.
there's always an advantage to having more than two hands, because in this time, valentino's also drawn two pistols from his waistband at his lower back, hidden by the drape of his wings, and has moneyshot and a smaller handgun leveled on two of the three remaining men near angel, sights dead on the one holding a gun to angel's head.
some of the blood from his hand has spilled onto the knife, and valentino wipes the blade clean against the edge of the bull's jaw, dangerously close to his throat. ] - very steep.
[ he smiles, slow and sharp and dangerous, his teeth almost as red as the blood of the sinner dead at his feet. valentino closes his free hand around the bull's wrist, almost daring him to try and use the gun in his hand against him. he squeezes hard, his grip surprisingly strong. he'd have to be, to be able to literally rip and tear people apart, as he sometimes does.
he leans in close to the bull, voice dropping into a lower, dangerous register. ]
You're all fucking idiots. [ valentino laughs, then turns to look at the rest of them, blade still at the bull's throat. his eyebrows lift, and he looks at angel when he says this. ] Tell me, how many limbs does a spider have?
i didn't even notice, and omg that action, that was beautifully written
Date: 2024-09-02 12:45 am (UTC)It happens fast. He never even has a chance to scream, though there's plenty of belated cries and shouts from the rest. No one knows quite where to point their guns, and one of the wolf demons by Angel drops his weapon all together, showing his palms.
The bull is very still, eyes trained on that knife, wincing in pain before finally relinquishing the weapon, letting it clatter to the ground.]
We were just fuckin' around. Didn't mean nothing by it-
[Angel's lips twitch, relishing in the violence when it's not directed at him, and now that those angelic weapons are out of play. A smirk- as those nearest to him look puzzled.]
Eight, mother fuckers~
[Angel's hidden arms (of both varieties!) suddenly appear, shooting out the kneecaps of the fucker with the gun to his head before he can react. There's a groin shot for the second, who must've done some serious damage, and he looks to Val to decide what happens with the one attempting to surrender.]
Ya had ta go an' ruin a good thing, didn' ya?
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Date: 2024-09-02 01:23 am (UTC)instead, he turns back to the bull he's still holding onto. ]
Just fucking around, hmm? [ valentino practically snarls this, his breath hot against the bull's cheek, angelic blade pressed flat underneath the edge of his jaw. he gets right up in his face by the side of him, claws biting into his wrist even after he's dropped the gun. the inferno that's been raging inside of him since he left the tower is finally starting to burn its way out of him, all of his friendly demeanor cast aside and buried in the shredded throat of the lizard at their feet. ] Well. Since this is just a fucking game to you, let's make it fun.
[ without even looking down, valentino kicks the gun at his feet toward angel. ]
I'll let you decide: should I kill you? [ he laughs, low and deep, and presses his cheek against the bull's so they can both look at angel together. ] Or should I let him do it?
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Date: 2024-09-02 01:36 am (UTC)He doesn't let his trepidation stop him from posing seductively with the weapon and laughing when Val gives the bull his choice, waggling his free fingers in a little wave. The bull shakes his head and protests in a panic.]
No, no- I- I didn't mean- we was just playin' like in his movies, that's all- we didn't mean it- I'll pay you double what he cost- pay for the damages, whatever you want-
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Date: 2024-09-02 02:41 am (UTC)[ valentino cuts him off, snaps the words at him with venom. he shoves the man hard, practically throwing him down on the floor in the space between him and angel, the carpet soaked with blood. val spins the knife in his hand with ease, and he takes a step toward him, crouches down, rests his lower elbows on his knees. ]
So what's that work out to? A hundred thousand? [ valentino laughs, shaking his head as he stands. he steps over a body, moving toward angel. ] Unfortunately, he's worth more than you could ever afford.
[ more specifically, angel is priceless to valentino. he earns him more money than he could ever dream of, so technically, he does come with some numerical value, but no one could truly own him the way valentino does. the amount of money it would take for valentino to hand him over is unfathomable.
val comes to stand next to angel. he lights a cigarette, cupping his bloodied hand around the end to shield the flame as he touches it to the end, and then blows out a cloud of smoke toward the ceiling. for a beat, he looks at the bull on the floor, then casts a glance at the wolf still cowering off to the side.
then, he looks at angel. ]
... Kill him.
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Date: 2024-09-02 02:51 am (UTC)Will you stop whining? No one's done shit to ya yet.
[His gaze turns hopefully to Val, both that he might cut his remaining arms free, and that he won't level too much of the blame for this fuck up on him. Plus side, he's got himself two new angelic weapons.]
Val?
yes he meant the bull haha
Date: 2024-09-02 05:24 am (UTC)stepping out from behind him, valentino positions himself back at his side, his gaze leveled with the wolf the entire time. truthfully, he wants to put a shiny little bullet in every single one of them, fucking off them for good - and he could. he's got five rounds left.
he tilts his head, glancing away from the wolf and down at one of the two men left wounded on the floor. with zero hesitation, he shoots the one angel shot in the groin in the head like it's nothing, right through his eye, leaving just the man with his kneecaps blown out, and the wolf. valentino sets a possessive hand against angel's lower back, and glances back and forth between the two remaining assailants. ]
Well. [ he puts his hand out, silently asking for his cigarette back, and speaks as if it's just the two of them in the room, and not like he's deciding someone's fate right in front of them. ] What would you like to do with them, baby? I'll let you decide.
^_^ haha good
Date: 2024-09-02 05:52 am (UTC)The cigarette is happily exchanged and Angel take a long drag, letting it ground him at least until the next shot startles him, mind suddenly back where it needs to be. He hands the cigarette back again, and leans against the Overlord's legs like a loyal pet, too sore still to rise just yet.
He observes the remaining sinners with a frown.]
...Save the good bullets. They're hard to get.
[It's as kind as he cares to be in the moment, and it's true. Save the angelic shit for real threats. These losers can have their brains blown out like normal and think about what they've fucking done.]
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Date: 2024-09-02 07:25 pm (UTC)he takes a long pull from his cigarette, eyes shifting between the man on the floor and the wolf that's still shaking like a leaf. valentino's mouth twists a little in thought, and then he shrugs. ]
... You're not wrong.
[ angel does have a point. it's not as if valentino doesn't have a little bit of an in with carmilla (maybe less so, after velvette's little... number), but even so, getting his hands on angelic weapons (at least through the proper channels) can sometimes be, more often than not, a logistical nightmare that he very rarely has the patience for.
valentino tucks the revolver away, and if it seems like he's found a little mercy of his own to spare, that's intentional. he smiles at the wolf, gold fang glinting among red, and ashes his cigarette again, right over the gaping hole in the man's head he just shot through. ]
Maybe next time - [ he starts, the words nearly a growl. valentino is quick with the draw, pulling moneyshot from behind him and shooting the last man on the floor, brain matter spreading over the already-soiled carpet. he levels the gun with the wolf. ] You'll remember not to FUCK with me.
[ another bullet, right between the eyes, dropping the wolf like dead weight, and then - silence. valentino lets it hang for a few moments. he finishes his cigarette, and then finally, he moves and crouches in front of angel, tucking his bloodied hand under his chin and turning his head to get a better look at him.
they should probably move out before anyone comes to rubberneck over all the noise - honestly, it's somewhat surprising that no one has already, but this place also seems shitty and seedy enough that a couple gunshots is probably common white noise around here - but valentino decides they can spare a few extra seconds.
it's hard to tell if he's angry - or more specifically, it's hard to tell if he's angry at angel, his expression carefully neutral as he looks him over. obviously he's angry, judging by all of the bloodshed, but he's oddly gentle as he tilts angel's head to one side, and then the other. when he does eventually say something, he's lost some of the grit in his tone, some of the biting venom. ]
... I'm rescheduling tomorrow's shoots.
[ it's as close to an apology as angel's going to get out of him, at least for the moment. valentino fucked up, at least to a certain extent. sure, he vetted these clients, had vox run multiple background checks, but whether they got the carmine weapons legally or otherwise, something like this shouldn't have slipped through. angelic weapons are no fucking joke, especially in the hands of regular fucking people. ]
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Date: 2024-09-02 07:55 pm (UTC)When Val comes to look him over Angel averts his gaze, sure he's going to get reprimanded for getting himself into that mess in the first place, or at least for getting himself damaged. He blinks softly and properly looks at him once he speaks.]
...Thank you, Val.
[It's an all encompassing thank you. There's a whole lot to be thankful for in that moment.]
Are ya sure? Makeup can probably hide the worst of it...? I'm uh-....m'sorry I couldn' deal with 'em by myself.
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Date: 2024-09-02 09:51 pm (UTC)and so is choosing not to snap at angel for - any of this, really. valentino accepts his 'thanks' and decides to ignore the rest, angel's apology included. admittedly... angel handled this well, all things considered. valentino would never readily tell him as much, but reaching out to him was the correct move. keeping his third set of arms hidden, and therefore, unbound, was a smart one. there wasn't much else he could have done, with angelic weapons involved.
valentino wipes a little blood off of angel's cheek with a clean hand. ]
Don't question me, Angel. [ he doesn't sound too angry, at least. just - over this entire situation, now that it's been handled. he takes his hand away from angel's face, then offers it to him more properly, palm up. ] Get dressed. I'm taking you home.
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Date: 2024-09-02 10:06 pm (UTC)[Angel accepts the hand up, wincing faintly, eager to get in a shower and wash this day off of him. Stepping through the mess of his former captors, he find what he can salvage of his outfit, giving one of the bodies a stomp for good measure when he finds one his favourite shirts torn beyond repair. Shit was expensive.
But he's able to shrug on a jacket and pull on skirt fairly quickly, stooping to retrieve one of their wallets and help himself to their cash since they fucked his shit. Though he thinks better of it and offers it to Val instead as he returns to his side. It doesn't quite make up for the hassle, but it's something.]
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Date: 2024-09-02 11:11 pm (UTC)he says nothing as angel pieces an outfit back together, moving to stand and lean by the motel room door, long legs crossed at the ankles, both sets of arms folded over his chest. his fingers drum idly against one arm, but otherwise, he doesn't rush angel. that frustrated little stomp earns a lopsided smirk from him though - he knows that must have felt good; maybe not as good as sinking a bullet in someone's skull, or ripping out someone's throat with his bare hands, but satisfying enough.
when angel returns to him, money in hand, valentino pushes away from the wall with his shoulders, and looks down at the bills being presented to him. just at a glance, he can tell it's not much. certainly not what these fuckers owe both him and angel, not even close, but money is still money. ]
... Keep it. [ another unspoken apology masked in "kindness". he waves one of his hands, pointedly not looking at angel. ] That shirt was your favorite, wasn't it.
[ don't think he didn't notice. valentino moves to open the door, and steps aside to let angel out first. ]
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Date: 2024-09-02 11:23 pm (UTC)You picked it out for me. [Which...he'd forgotten about until seeing it wrecked. He doesn't want to examine if that's added to his frustration about losing it.
Stepping out the motel, Angel starts towards the car, stealing a small glance back at Val.]
Didn' know you remembered...
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Date: 2024-09-03 12:10 am (UTC)[ whether that's actually true or not is anyone's guess, but valentino remembers what's important. he remembers anything than can be used against him, or could be used against others. it's probably safe to assume he remembers every single little thing he's ever done for angel, every outfit and trinket he's gifted him, just in case he ever needs to remind angel just how much he's given him, how much he's done for him.
valentino steps out after angel, pulling the door closed behind him. housekeeping is likely to have one hell of morning once the bodies are discovered, if they're even discovered at all by the time half of them resurrect, but that's just not his problem. he follows after angel, keeping close behind, wings billowing a little big behind him.
at the car, valentino opens the back door for angel, and guides him inside with a hand on the back of his neck, ducking to follow him in afterward. ]
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Date: 2024-09-03 12:19 am (UTC)Climbing into the car, Angel fishes out some ice from the drink station and holds it to his head with a groan as he settles in. That's better.]
Were you in the middle of anythin' too important?
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Date: 2024-09-04 12:27 am (UTC)quietly, he begins to clean the blood off of his one hand, some of it halfway to dry already. his rings will have to be cleaned more thoroughly later. maybe just tossed out all together. it's not as if he can't afford to replace them. ]
Just... [ he begins, turning his hand over and pulling the rag between his fingers. valentino seems to be considering his words. ] A meeting.
[ seems a little bit late to be holding any kind of meeting that wasn't an immediate emergency, so the validity of this is possibly questionable. valentino is just as likely to be telling the truth as he could be lying. he could have been doing absolutely nothing. he could have been in some shitty overpriced bar in a dark corner with vox. none of it matters.
valentinp shrugs. ]
But it could have been an email.
[ which is to say, angel shouldn't worry about it, and despite the fact that he just ripped someone's entire throat out and permanently killed two people - he's not as angry as he could be about being pulled away from whatever it was he may or may not have been doing. fortunately for angel, murder is fun. ]
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Date: 2024-09-04 12:38 am (UTC)Mosta them could be. [He knows Val gets bored during meetings, and Angel's certainly found the few he's been forced to attention boring as well, excepting for when he's there for Val's entertainment.
Watching Val, Angel moves again, crouched on the floor of the car to delve back into the bar. Do they keep anything non-alcoholic in this thing? He manages to scrounge up a bottle of water, and turns- still on his knees- to motion for the cloth. Val saved his skin, the least Angel can do is help him clean up.]
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Date: 2024-09-04 01:54 am (UTC)more often than not, an email containing a handful of relevant bullet points would accomplish the same thing, and waste less of everyone's time.
idly, valentino watches as angel rummages through the drink cabinet. he assumes he's looking for something to drink, maybe something harder than what's within easy reach, so val's somewhat surprised when he produces a bottle of water. when angel gestures for the cloth, valentino blinks at him once, and then leans to put it in his hand. ]
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Date: 2024-09-04 02:11 am (UTC)Wetting the cloth, Angel silently shifts closer, pushing Val's legs apart to fit in against the seat. He gently takes one of Val's hands from him and starts to wipe it clean with a quiet sort of devotion. He keeps his gaze on his work, reaching for the next hand before finally mumbling-]
You could've died...
[Next to impossible, but the chance was there, Valentino had literally put his life on the line for him, and clearly it's had an affect on Angel.]
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Date: 2024-09-04 03:24 am (UTC)valentino's quiet as he watches angel work, feeling no need to fill or break the silence, the low hum of the car's engine and the gentle sound of liquor bottles and crystal glasses clinking against each other the only sound between them. when angel finishes cleaning his first hand and reaches for another, valentino examines his work and presents his next hand.
the sound of angel's voice draws his attention, valentino's gaze shifting to look at him. angel seems... upset, and this surprises him, at least a little bit. when valentino walked into that motel room, he was not concerned about dying. it never even crossed his mind, because he had every intention of making his point and then walking out of there with angel like nothing ever happened. even when he'd kicked that revolver across the floor toward angel, he hadn't feared for anything.
tilting his head, valentino reaches out with a clean hand and slots his fingers under angel's chin. he lifts his head slowly, gently, closing his fingers around the cloth swiping his palm for a moment just to make sure he has angel's attention. ]
And you could have killed me... [ valentino gave him the means to do it for a brief moment in that room. that much has not escaped him. by pointing this out, he's also acknowledging the possibility that he's given angel any reason to want to kill him. valentino is under no delusion that their relationship, whatever it may be, is perfect, but he also doesn't believe that he hasn't been good to angel too.
he lowers his voice a little more, red eyes shifting between angel's, thumb following the edge of his jaw. ] I trust you, Angel. ... Very much.
[ not enough to let him keep that revolver in his hand for more than a few seconds, as valentino had moved fairly quickly to disarm him after he'd done what he'd asked of him and killed he bull, but that's irrelevant.
after a beat, valentino tilts angel's face up a little more and leans down to kiss him, keeping close so his next words are practically murmured against his lips. ]
I love you.
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Date: 2024-09-04 03:34 am (UTC)Those three words have always been his weak spot. Maybe because they're not given out too easily, and Angel swallows this one up gratefully, eagerly pushing to return the kiss and show he's worthy of that love.]
I love you too, Daddy. [He echoes easily, though he doesn't parrot back that message of trust.]
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Date: 2024-09-04 04:13 am (UTC)valentino meets angel's eagerness with his own, teasing his tongue at the seam of angel's lips. it is, actually, only a tease though, because he pulls back just a moment or two later. he leaves is hand under angel's chin and uses it to carefully turn his head, and with his other hand, he pries the wet cloth free of angel's grasp.
for a moment, valentino just looks at him, silent as his eyes look him over for the second time tonight. finally, he lifts the handtowel, and lightly, he starts to wipe away some of the blood that's spilled from his head wound. he may have cleared angel's schedule for tomorrow, but he still needs to properly asses the damage done to his most prized possession. ]
... Did they get you anywhere else?
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Date: 2024-09-04 04:23 am (UTC)Few kicks and slaps mostly. Nothin' serious. Fucked rougher than I woulda liked, and probably messed up this shoulder with the ropes.
[Angel assesses, pausing, holding one piece back, though Val's sure to figure it out.]
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Date: 2024-09-05 12:41 am (UTC)that brief pause does not go unnoticed, but val lets the silence simmer for a moment as he works, red eyes narrow slits behind his glasses. he turns angel's head back to face him again once he's finished. his brows lift only slightly. ]
And? [ what else? ] Tell me, Angel.
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Date: 2024-09-05 01:25 am (UTC)He avoids his gaze a beat long before lifting it back to meet Val's, knowing he's going to be pissed. He doesn't speak, but shifts back just enough that he can shift the one leg out to show his inner thigh. It looks almost like smeared writing, the sort they'd done in some films with lipstick. Only it's not lipstick, and the only knife brandished in Val's time there was the angelic one.]
...i tried to stop 'em-
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Date: 2024-09-05 03:15 am (UTC)he should have done more. valentino should have taken that revolver and emptied that entire chamber into those fucks. the head wound was one thing - still unacceptable, but easily concealed, easily healed - but if valentino had known about this while any of those men were still alive, he might have gone fucking ballistic. just pure, blacked out rage.
val's jaw tenses, teeth clenched hard. one of his hands curls into a tight fist, claws biting into his own palm. he knows exactly how many weapons were in that room - the only people seemingly smart enough to keep theirs hidden until an opportunity presented itself were valentino and angel - and there was only one knife, as far as he could tell. the same one sitting against his lower back now, tucked away in his belt.
when he speaks, it's sharp, but his malevolence doesn't seem to be directed at angel specifically. ]
Get up. [ he takes his hand away from angel's knee - and then offers it to him. ] Come here. Now.
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Date: 2024-09-05 03:26 am (UTC)Angel snaps from his spiraling thoughts, wincing apprehensively, but accepting the hand up. Even if Val's not mad at him, there aren't a lot of other outlets. But he's back up. Those short words leave little room to argue or disobey.]
...could write it into the next script?
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Date: 2024-09-07 03:39 am (UTC)he says nothing about it as he helps angel up, guiding him to sit sideways in his lap with one of his arms supporting angel's back. with another hand, he slides angel's legs open, just enough to get a view of his marked up thigh, and carefully begins to clean these wounds too. save for the tension trapped in the hinge of his jaw, his expression is carefully neutral, though he's anything but calm. ]
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Date: 2024-09-07 03:46 am (UTC)...you probably won't even be able to see 'em once they scar up, the fur'll hide 'em.
[He only continues talking to fill that unnerving silence, but breaking it feels just as dangerous, and he quickly shuts his mouth again.]
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Date: 2024-09-07 04:06 am (UTC)the fact that they'll eventually be covered up and hidden by fur is not the point. valentino will know the scars are there. valentino will always know. it'll always be a permanent reminder of when someone questioned his authority and undermined what's his. of when he put angel's life in danger, in actual, lasting danger, because he overlooked or misjudged. whatever the case may be. ]
In that case, [ he says after another couple seconds of silence, hand wiping and dabbing delicately around the inflamed cuts, eyes focused only on his work. his tone, however, is mildly biting, like it's an effort to keep his temper at bay. ] We should just let anyone do whatever the fuck they want. Is that right?
[ obviously not, and obviously valentino wouldn't allow anything like that, not to this extreme, but 'maybe you won't even see 'em' sounds kind of stupid when framed in this light, doesn't it? ]
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Date: 2024-09-07 04:10 am (UTC)...no, Val.
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Date: 2024-09-07 05:13 am (UTC)once valentino's thoroughly cleaned the dried blood out of the surrounding fur, he allows angel to close his knees if he wants to, but otherwise doesn't say anything else. when the car eventually slows, it becomes evident that the 'home' valentino mentioned at the motel is the tower, and not that shithole of a hotel angel stole away to, but maybe that's not so surprising.
in the silence of the back seat, valentino doesn't immediately move. ] I want you to stay here until this is - dealt with.
[ if angel's in the tower, valentino can guarantee that he's (relatively) safe. that he's always somewhere valentino can find him. that no one else will know of what went down tonight.
his eyes finally shift, one hand lifting to turn angel's head by the chin so he can look at him. ]
Don't fight me on this.
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Date: 2024-09-07 05:31 am (UTC)Yes Val...I can do that.
[How long did shit take to heal naturally? It's been so long, he can hardly remember. Can't be that much longer than it takes to regenerate, right?]
Just gotta text Husk and let him know to look after Nuggs for me.
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Date: 2024-09-07 06:02 am (UTC)in the main lobby, someone on staff summons an elevator for them and says not a word, which is probably for the best considering valentino's simmering temper and the likelihood for him to snap over nothing. val doesn't say anything until they're in the elevator and the doors have slid closed. ]
... I'll have someone pick him up and bring him here in the morning.
[ another unspoken apology. valentino may have gifted angel that little hellpig however long ago, but he's honestly not that fond of it himself. if having it around will keep angel even moderately happy, though, then val will tolerate it. ]
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Date: 2024-09-07 06:15 am (UTC)His eyes light up when Val finally speaks.]
Really?? He's a lot better now, he doesn' get underfoot or nothin'.
[Normally Angel wouldn't want his baby back here, but he doesn't want to be separated from him for that long, and Val won't hurt him if Angel's around.]
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Date: 2024-09-09 01:46 am (UTC)Just - [ he pauses to adjust his tone. ] - keep him out of everyone's way. And clean up after him.
[ does valentino regret gifting angel that hellpig? sometimes. most of the time, actually, but angel had been so happy about it at the time that it hadn't mattered much back then. now, valentino tries to look at fat nuggets as a leveraging tool, a way to keep angel under his thumb when he needs a quick way to check his fucking attitude. it doesn't work so much with them both living... elsewhere, but it used to.
valentino carries angel to his penthouse and all the way inside before he finally sets him down near the couches in the main area. immediately, he steps away, hands reaching for the weapons tucked behind his wings as he moves toward the cabinet full of firearms and other miscellaneous weapons by the far wall. ]
Clean yourself up, Angel.
[ he lifts his chin slightly, gesturing toward the bathroom upstairs, and then busies himself with putting his personal guns away. notably, he does not remove either of the angelic weapons from his belt. ]
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Date: 2024-09-09 02:07 am (UTC)Thanks, Val. [Angel starts making his way, glancing back long enough to see those new toys not joining the others. He frowns faintly, but keeps moving. Hopefully Val still has some of his old clothes around here somewhere.]
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Date: 2024-09-09 03:20 am (UTC)( a couple nights after valentino realized angel really was spending all his fucking free time at that stupid hotel and probably not coming back, he'd lost his shit. ripped angel's clothes off of the hangers, yanked drawers out of the wardrobe and tipped them over the railings to the floor below. he trashed half of the penthouse, screaming about that ungrateful fucking whore while vox scrolled through voxtagram and tried not to tell him i told you so.
it was kitty who put everything back, and valentino was content to act like none of it ever happened. )
valentino secures moneyshot and the smaller handgun in the cabinet in their respective places before closing the doors, and the glance he casts toward the second level is brief as he starts moving back toward the front door. ]
I'm - stepping out for a minute. [ it's not like he owes angel any sort of explanation, but valentino tells him anyway, and he doesn't wait for a response before he's gone, the door clicking and latching shut behind him. ]
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Date: 2024-09-09 03:31 am (UTC)[He barely gets out the first sylable before he hears the door close.]
...kay.
[It's fine. Val doesn't owe him an explanation, this is his space...though Angel's gaze flicks to his toothbrush still right there like he'd never left. Well at least Val taking off wasn't that uncommon then either.
Angel cleans up, dressing the wounds as best he can so he doesn't get blood anywhere, and when he goes to explore the closet it's even clearer his presence is still felt around here even if he's not. He searches for something less tight, but there's not a lot of options when it comes to that as there are in his un-curated closet at the hotel. He settles for a soft pink dress that hides his injured thigh, and doesn't irritate it, and wanders back downstairs to lounge on the sofa while he waits for Val. He puts on some show as idle background noise, and tries to make himself comfy.]
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Date: 2024-09-10 04:02 am (UTC)without all of the lights and equipment up and running, without the shuffling of crew and interns, it's almost eerily quiet. unsettlingly still in the near-dark, valentino standing motionless like a shadow in the middle of the wide open space. for a few long moments, he just stands there, his breathing the only sound in the silence, eyes emitting a soft red glow. by his sides, long fingers have curled into tight fists, shoulders almost uncomfortably tense.
it's loud, when he throws the first light. valentino moves with a purpose, boots clicking on the tiles as he stalks toward the nearest followspot, throwing it over and sending it crashing to the ground like it's made of paper and not metal and plastic and glass. the bulb shatters on impact, little shards of glass skittering over the tiles like rock skipping on water, but it's not enough.
in the span of only fifteen minutes, valentino trashes the studio. hundreds, if not thousands of dollars done in damages to setwork and equipment. broken rigs, snapped boom sticks, at least one camera cracked and split somewhere at his feet. there's new blood smeared in his hands, palms cut up from broken glass, and when there's nothing left for him to upset, he's still alone.
mildly out of breath and hot under his collar, valentino inhales slowly, closing his eyes and tilting his chin up as he tries to calm himself down.
angel could have fucking died tonight - permanently. valentino could have lost everything over the smallest oversight. when it comes to the angels and their weapons, he's always kept angel safe, but this was different. this was nothing compared to the exorcists, and he still almost got played by a bunch of shitbags he practically handed angel over to.
it cannot happen again. valentino won't let it.
when he returns just twenty minutes after he left, he's obviously a little bit disheveled. valentino opens and closes the door just as quietly as he did when he left, and he only briefly acknowledges angel as he passes behind the couch on his way to the stairs, blood-speckled hands already working to roll his sleeves down to make it easier to get out of his shirt. ]
Have you eaten? [ he sounds casual, like he didn't just trash the fuck out of his studio, tossing the question over his shoulder as he starts up the stairs. ]
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Date: 2024-09-10 04:16 am (UTC)No?
[He switches the tv off and moves to trail up after Val whether he's wanted or not to address the more pressing matter-]
You're hurt.
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Date: 2024-09-14 02:02 am (UTC)vox, however, is the last thing on valentino's mind for once. he only vaguely hears angel's reply, the distance between them and the sound of the television drowning him out somewhat as he reaches the top of the stairs and paces across the loft. he steps into the bathroom, pushing the door open seemingly with no concern over smearing his bloody palm across the decorated wood and leaving it open, distantly aware that angel is following him.
val turns on one of the sinks, thrusting his primary hands under the faucet first, the water running pink as it starts to rinse the minimal blood away. he looks up briefly at the sound of angel's voice, catching his reflection behind him in the mirror as he wrings and twists his hands together. ]
It'll heal. [ his tone is dismissive, but he pauses for a moment to adjust, and he offers a small, tight-lipped smile toward's angel's reflection in the mirror. ] ... You should call down to the kitchens and have them bring something up for you.
[ it's late as fuck by now, but there's always at least one or two people always on staff. ]
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Date: 2024-09-14 02:15 am (UTC)You're not hungry? [Honestly, Angel's not feeling that hungry after everything, but he can tell if he at least orders something and grazes a bit, it will help ease Valentino's worry at least a little.]
He doesn't leave to make the call just yet though, bringing over a hand towel.]
...Let me get the glass out?
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Date: 2024-09-14 02:57 am (UTC)he stares down at his hands in the sink for a second or two, eyes unblinking, lips pressed into a thin line. and then finally, he takes his hands out from under the water and turns off the faucet, shifting his weight on his feet and turning to lean his hip against the edge of the sink, facing angel.
he puts only one of his hands out for now, palm up, and lets the other one drip on the marble floors. the remaining two are less damaged, but still a little spattered, his secondary arms crossed loosely over his lower torso. ]
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Date: 2024-09-14 03:10 am (UTC)It's not the first time he's played nurse after one of Val's tantrums, but it's been a while, and this anger came from what feels like a very different place.]
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Date: 2024-09-15 08:13 pm (UTC)in hindsight, maybe he shouldn't have destroyed the studio, but he'd had to unleash his simmering anger somehow, and tearing someone limb from limb would have been far messier, in his opinion. broken glass and cracked plastic is easy to sweep up, but in large amounts, blood stains pretty easily. with shoots already canceled for the following day, raging in the studio might actually have been his best option. and, at least, he very pointedly didn't take his upset out on angel for once.
speaking of -
val lifts his gaze from where his and angel's hands are joined - he doesn't often forget how soft angel's hands are, but it's nice to be reminded even in heavier circumstances - and looks at his face instead. after a beat, he lifts his uncaptured primary hand and starts to reach for angel's head, but a quick glimpse of the blood smeared across his palm and the subtle glint of light catching on the splinters makes him pause instead of touching him.
angel's clean. there's no sense in tainting him over again tonight. val's fingers curl slightly, hand still hovering, and he tilts his head. when he speaks, his voice is a low murmur, something the cameras likely wouldn't even pick up very clearly, if they were on. ]
... How's your head?
[ not an incriminating question or anything requiring any sort of privacy - it's likely the remaining vees were at least vaguely briefed on angel's situation before valentino left to help him - but the intimacy is saved for angel anyway. ]
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Date: 2024-09-15 08:35 pm (UTC)Eh, had worse...It's still a bit tender.
[He tacks on a bit of real vulnerability after a short pause. They both know he's had worse. He'll be fine. But of course it still hurts.
He dampens a corner of the towel to wipe off Val's palm and motions for the next one.]
I'll be more careful out there.
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Date: 2024-09-26 09:27 pm (UTC)angel's marked now in a way that won't fade by morning. the head wound is one thing, but the lettering carved into the inside of his thigh is permanent, and though his fur will likely cover the scarring with time, valentino is always going to know what's there. they both will.
when angel gestures for his other hand, valentino holds it out for him, uncurling his fingers and exposing his palm. he looks down at the little shards of glass embedded in his flesh, blood nothing but a sheen against his dark hands. he seems unfazed. ]
... No more new clients. [ sure, angel should be more careful. he should always be careful, as one of valentino's greatest assets, but some fault lies in val's hands tonight as well, even if he's too prideful to admit as much out loud. the admission is still there, though, hidden in this vague declaration.
angel will still have clients - regulars who have proven to pay well and not cause any fucking problems - but as of right now, the list is closed to interested parties until valentino decides otherwise. ]
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Date: 2024-09-26 11:14 pm (UTC)Gonna drive the prices up.
[He teases lightly. Supply and demand. Make Angel even harder to get and demons'll start offering more. He wonders if he'll see any of that increase.
Picking the glass free, Angel wipes the second hand down too.]
How are the others?
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Date: 2024-09-27 12:27 am (UTC)valentino only seems half amused by angel's gentle teasing, because angel's not wrong. the harder it is to get on angel's client list, the easier it'll be to drive up the prices, and the easier it'll be to threaten to remove anyone who has anything negative to say about it. no one has to know that the intent behind limiting clients is to keep angel safer - that can stay between valentino and angel, along with the rest of the details surrounding this entire night.
flexing his fingers slightly, valentino glances down and lifts his other hands enough to turn them over and look at them, unsure of the damage. when he'd been trashing the studio, he hadn't been paying much attention, if any at all, to his own well-being, but they seem relatively unharmed. dotted here and there with blood from his primary hands, but otherwise unscathed.
valentino uses one of them to take the soiled cloth from angel's hands so he can drop it in the sink, to be taken care of by someone else later. ]
Fine, [ he says, a little abrupt, maybe a little more snappy than he intends to. valentino's phone starts to vibrate in his pocket, long buzzes suggesting it's a phone call and not a text. he clenches his jaw slightly, like someone calling him this late in the night is expected and not absurd, and when he fishes his phone out of his pocket he barely even glances at the screen for more than a second or two - VOXXY⚡📺💙 - before he declines the call and tosses his phone onto the bathroom counter with a quiet clatter.
valentino turns his attention back to angel, secondary hands touching the hem of the soft pink dress down to his thighs. ]
C'mere. [ but he doesn't give angel much of a choice, and lifts him - more carefully than usual - by his waist with his uninjured hands, and seats him gently on the edge of the counter. ]
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Date: 2024-09-27 12:43 am (UTC)His legs dangle off the edge of the counter, and Val towers over him, letting him feel small and cared for, thighs spreading to invite Val closer.
How long do they have before the phone starts off again? Or worse, before Vox is there in the flesh trying to tear Val's attention away?]
M'fine, Daddy.
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Date: 2024-09-27 01:36 am (UTC)I want to be sure.
[ again, his tone is a little sharper than it needs to be, the lingering dregs of his anger over the entire night roughing up the edges, but it doesn't seem personal, at least. valentino pushes angel's legs apart just a little more with surprisingly gentle hands - for someone known to be so cruel, he can be just as kind when he wants to be - and carefully examines the damage now that it's all been properly cleaned up.
he hates it. he fucking loathes it, but what he hates more is that there's not a fucking thing he can do about it. when it all scars over, when the fur has grown back enough to hide it, it won't be enough to erase it from his mind.
valentino grinds his teeth, long fingers gingerly touching underneath the 'o' when his phone starts to vibrate again, buzzing loudly against the countertop. red eyes snap upward, narrowed and dangerous, and he doesn't have to be able to see the screen to know that it's vox. ]
Fucking— [ a venomous murmur under his breath. his eyes shift, finding the single camera in the bathroom and staring for a solid three seconds while the phone continues to ring. valentino has no idea if vox is actually watching - for the most part, the cameras in his penthouse stay off unless valentino requests otherwise - but he wouldn't put it past vox to peek in without permission. especially when he's being so blatantly and deliberately ignored.
valentino looks up at angel next, and his words are still somewhat tight, but he makes a point of softening them. ] Turn that shit off for me, baby.
[ if vox wants to rip into valentino for throwing a shitfit in the studio, he can do it tomorrow. valentino doesn't have the patience to listen to it tonight. ]
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Date: 2024-09-27 02:10 am (UTC)He fidgets with the hem of his dress, keeping it out of the way, and that buzzing vibrates right through him, Angel frowning until he once again wins that unspoken contest playing out in his head.]
I got it, Daddy. [He scoops it up, eyes flicking to that camera with a smirk as he declines the call and shuts it off. Val is his tonight.
Setting it down again, he ghosts the backs of his fingers along Val's antenna, trying to soothe that tension.]
No more interruptions.
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Date: 2024-09-28 05:58 pm (UTC)speaking of fucking thorns - that's one less in his side, now that his phone is shut off. normally, valentino would be pleased to chat with vox about - well, damn near anything, but his patience is thin-to-fraying and the last thing he needs is to have yet another error of his pointed out to him. the studio will be fine - it's not as if the vees aren't fucking loaded, and there's plenty of equipment on standby ready to be rigged up once everything's cleaned and sorted, so really, it's not that big of a deal.
valentino smiles, but it's thin and forced, and he only relaxes once angel starts smoothing his fingers down the length of one of his antennae. he breathes in deep, then out slowly, fingers still lightly touching the edges of jagged letters along the inside of angel's thigh. now that it's properly cleaned, it doesn't look nearly as bad as he expected, but the fact that it's there at all is bad enough. val clenches his teeth lightly, and his hand ghosts past angel's knee and down to his ankle, squeezing lightly.
after a beat, he leans in, and brushes a kiss against the inside of angel's thigh, where the skin is soft and undamaged. ]
You should have let me kill them all.
[ permanently, he means. ]
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Date: 2024-09-30 12:27 am (UTC)[Just more dead fucks, and a still angry Val. It wouldn't stop the sting of the damage done. Besides-]
You killed the ones that did it.
[He knows Val's ego's bruised. And that it's more that Angel's his, and therefore it's insulting, rather than anything deeper. But after so long of being Val's, that ownership is like a form of love.]
They aren't worth the bullets, Val.
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Date: 2024-10-07 12:52 am (UTC)but it would have felt good. it'd felt fucking great ripping out one of their throats with his bare hands, even better sinking a fancy little bullet into two skulls. violence in the face of blatant disrespect always manages to settle something feral within him.
angel's right, though. as pissed as valentino is, those assholes don't really deserve any more of his time or his energy. they're not worth wasting the bullets he already has very few of left, and if he nailed the fucker who thought it was a good idea to carve a label into angel's flesh because he saw something like it in a movie once, good. he deserves to rot somewhere deeper and darker than hell.
his hand still circled around angel's ankle, valentino gives it another light squeeze, then runs his fingers up the back of angel's leg as he stands back up to his full height. he offers the same hand to him to help him down, even though he's probably more than capable of doing it himself. ]
Come. Call down to the kitchen and have them bring something up.
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Date: 2024-10-07 01:06 am (UTC)Yes, Val. [Honestly, he's still not all that hungry, but if it will make Val happy he can order something. And he'll order something extra for Val to pick at when that anger wears off enough for the Overlord to notice his hunger.]
it's Lute :D
Date: 2024-09-04 10:06 am (UTC)[Angel Dust has been invited to the Heaven Embassy. A small invitation, all looped calligraphy and fancy gilt edges, faintly glowing. It's written as more of a summons than a request, but that's just Lute's way.
Adam doesn't know she's here. She didn't lie to him, nothing so overt as that, she just neglected to mention this side project of hers, because she knows how it would look. How she might be accused of sympathy for Sinners. It's not that, she tells herself. If she saw Angel on Extermination Day she'd stab him without hesitation, because she knows where her loyalties lie and how all this has to work.
It's not Extermination Day, and the Embassy is rarely used for anything else, and it's the best place for a meeting. Lute's not stupid, an angel navigating Hell alone is a giant neon target. Even her. Maybe especially her. She might not have serious concerns for her safety, but it could cause a riot, draw attention, and then she'd have to answer awkward questions about what she was actually doing there.
She does portal down in person. It's news that should be given in person. Lute waits in the conference room, standing, arms folded, wondering if he'll arrive.]
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Date: 2024-09-06 07:46 am (UTC)[Angel Dust wasn't the sort of person invited to the Embassy. Was anyone apart from Charlie and her dad ever invited? Fuck if he knows. Politics, not his thing. The invite makes him a little nervous, and he opts not to tell anyone at the hotel where he's going when he leaves.
Stepping inside, Angel's lower arms are folded, holding himself. This whole place feel so...big and empty. His heels echo, and after some exploring he finds his way into the conference room.
The sight of Lute makes him tense up instinctively; hard to see an Exorcist and not be wary, stupid even. He puts on a more confident expression, head tilting curiously, and he gives a little mock curtsy.]
Ya called?
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Date: 2024-09-08 08:21 am (UTC)I called, and you came.
[Lute unfolds her arms and takes a step closer to him. She's wearing her full Exorcist outfit, because that's just protocol. Don't let the Sinners see your real face unless you've got a damn good reason. Right now, she hasn't. She hadn't even been sure that Angel would show up. Here he is, though. Brave. She can appreciate that.]
Sit down.
[She gestures to a chair across from her. Sometimes they like to stick an extra holographic chair in there, see if they can make Lucifer fall on his ass, but this one's real. No games today. It's plush leather, looks like it belongs in some fancy office.]
I found the information you were looking for. [Which has to be obvious; she didn't invite him here for a tea party - but she doesn't want to keep him waiting unnecessarily.]
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Date: 2024-09-09 02:31 am (UTC)He eyes the chair, his own arms crossing as he feels a bit like he's being ordered around, but wanting the information he bites his tongue and takes a seat. It's real cushy for a place no one is even in most of the year.]
...And?
[Maybe that was a bit too sharp. Angel frowns, and manages his tone a little better.]
Did you find her?
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Date: 2024-09-09 11:45 am (UTC)I found her. She's in Heaven.
[It had taken no small amount of effort, but she'd had the time, and once Lute set her mind to doing something, it got done. Everyone's name was recorded somewhere. She'd just had to find the right Molly.]
I didn't see her in person, but she's there. I'm certain.
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Date: 2024-09-09 02:06 pm (UTC)Yeah?
[His voice cracks a little, and he coughs, trying to compose himself. He wants to know so much more now. Is she happy? How long has she been there? Does she hate him for how he left her? But he's got to be content with just the one for now.]
I...thank you. I always hoped that's where she was, but...knowin' makes it easier.
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Date: 2024-09-10 01:32 pm (UTC)Now you know.
[Lute leans back, feeling some small sense of satisfaction at being able to deliver the good news. She shouldn't. It shouldn't matter to her at all, he's only a sinner.
But Molly wasn't.]
You really care about her. [There's a faint surprise that she hasn't quite concealed. Sinners only care about themselves and their own hedonistic pleasures. There has to be some explanation.
She pushes the thought aside. It doesn't matter.] Have you got a message in case I see her? I'm not saying I will. [Yet she's asking, all the same.]
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Date: 2024-09-10 08:27 pm (UTC)[For him at least. The one things worth living for. He held on for her as long as he could, but the rest was just too much...]
Tell her...m'sorry. Sorry for leavin' her like that. That I didn' mean to. An' that I love her.
[His eyes burn and he becomes very fixated on his lap. He's not going to cry in front of the Exorcist. ]
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Date: 2024-09-16 06:45 pm (UTC)[She should give all the caveats again - if I find her, if I talk to her, if I have the time. Lute doesn't. She's seen Sinners in distress before, fleeing, pleading for their miserable lives, and none of it moved her for a second.
Why is this different? Because it isn't selfish? Because she feels like she knows him?
It's the porn demon, she reminds herself. He deserves what he gets and she'd kill him on Extermination Day like all the others. Hold the line, Lute. No weakness.]
I'll tell her all that. [It sounds like a promise. She leans forward.]
Did you abandon her on Earth, or did you leave her by dying? [It makes a difference.]
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Date: 2024-09-16 07:16 pm (UTC)...I OD'd. So both in a way. I wasn' tryin' to. Figure she was probably the one who found me...
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Date: 2024-09-17 05:17 pm (UTC)She won't sugarcoat things either. The angel taps her fingers on the table.]
Both. Fuck, that's bad. She must have been strong.
[Finding him like that, and not letting it drag her down along with him.]
I'll tell you if she forgives you. Don't get your hopes up. If she hates your guts over it, I'll tell you that too. You deserve to know, whatever it is.
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Date: 2024-09-18 03:34 pm (UTC)She always was.
[Hadn't let herself get dragged into the muck along with the rest of them. His face twists uncomfortably, not eager to hear if she didn't, but he nods. It's only fair.]
...if she don' know all ready, can ya avoid tellin' her what I do down here?
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Date: 2024-10-05 02:49 pm (UTC)But she's come this far. She's done this much for him.]
She might know already.
[There's always the possibility.]
If she doesn't, I won't mention it. To avoid upsetting her. What do I say if she asks?
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Date: 2024-10-06 12:10 am (UTC)If she don' know and she asks...just say I'm an actor like I always wanted.
[He thinks she'd like believing that.]
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Date: 2024-10-19 12:38 am (UTC)Angel fumes the whole car ride over, the whole elevator ride up- all with no release. No, he saves it up as he stalks into the penthouse in search of Val. A good more than half of that anger really ought to be directed at himself. He knows he's playing right into Val's hand. Again. And yet here he is.
Oh look, that hideous vase Val liked for some reason. Angel pushes the thing over with a sense of satisfaction, starting towards the stairs.
"You wanted this so bad, you couldn't even be waiting for me?!"
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Date: 2024-10-19 01:20 am (UTC)He appears as a silhouette at first, dark and looming by the railing near the top of the stairs, glowing red eyes peering down toward the main stairs. As is usually the case, there's a thin, wispy haze of pink smoke around him, trailing back to wherever he just came from. He braces two of his hands on the railing and leans over it a lit, like - well, like an Overloard looking over his kingdom. Or in this case, the bottom floor.
Valentino ignores Angel's verbal outburst entirely, snapping back at him. "What the fuck did you just break?"
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Date: 2024-10-19 01:25 am (UTC)"What, you're the only one who gets to break things?"
He'd break more, but he's all ready on the stair and there's not a lot of damage he can do from there. And he wants to get out from under that shadow (mostly) as soon as he can.
"You wanted to fight, lets fight."
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Date: 2024-10-19 01:54 am (UTC)Val's eyes narrow and follow Angel, and as he climbs closer to the top of the stairs, Valentino lets go of the railing and takes a few long, stalking strides to meet him right off the last step. Quickly, sharply, he darts his primary hands out toward him and grabs him by the front of his jacket, dragging him closer with little effort and hauling him over to the side so he can back him up into the railing.
He towers over him, pressed uncomfortably close. "That vase cost me more than you make in a fucking week, you brat."
It's maybe a little bit of an exaggeration. Likely, Valentino doesn't even remember how much he spent, because it was inconsequential at the time. He jostles Angel a little, just... for fun, and presses himself even closer. Angel's been here throwing a tantrum for less than a minute and Valentino's already half-hard over it. "The next one's coming out of your fucking paycheck."
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Date: 2024-10-19 02:05 am (UTC)There's a challenging look in Angel's eye, not backing down or cowering like he does when it's a more one sided fight, even though Val clearly has the advantage. "Worth it," he hisses, glancing back over that railing and hating how the fear turns him on.
He tears at Val's shirt, grans the collar to try and forcibly tug the Overlord down into a biting kiss.
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Date: 2024-10-20 02:15 am (UTC)It probably wouldn't kill him, if Angel took a tumble over the edge and fell to the bottom floor. For a split second, Valentino imagines it in slow motion. He picture's Angel's eyes, mismatched and wide, hands outstretched and reaching toward the only thing that could maybe save him - the only thing that could ever save him - and finding nothing but open air. He doesn't fantasize about killing Angel - at least, not right now, he isn't - but about Angel needing him. Always.
Valentino's already leaning toward him a little bit, slowly and subtly trying to coax him into leaning backward, when Angel claws at him and grabs a hold of his shirt collar. He comes down easily, though he wasn't likely to resist anyway, considering this is exactly what he'd been looking for when he'd decided to start a fight for fun, and when his mouth meets Angel's it's with enough force and enthusiasm that Val's teeth click against his for a second before he immediately tries pushing his tongue past them.
His hands on the railing release and blindly find and settle on Angel's body, broad palms fitting around his ribcage and dragging down to his hips so he can pull their bodies flush, his erection pressing against Angel's lower stomach.
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Date: 2024-10-20 02:51 am (UTC)Val crowds him back, and the railing fucking digs into his back, but that very present danger doesn't register. His lips part, fighting for control of the kiss, and trying to drink down that poison greedily. There's a low groan in his throat at the feel of that hardness, and he abruptly tries to push Val off. It's not nearly his full strength, clearly trying to up the tension without actually 'escaping'.
"Heh- hh- you're so fuckin' easy~"
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Date: 2024-10-24 02:09 am (UTC)Standing there for a second or two, Val just stares at Angel, his eyes narrowed and his gaze almost piercing. And then - he starts to laugh, but it's a dark sound, lacking joy and mirth.
"I'm easy?" he shoots back, and suddenly, he stalks forward again, collapsing the space between them again and backing Angel right back into that railing behind him. One of his primary hands moves quick, long fingers snapping tight around Angel's throat, not enough to choke but enough to make his breathing thin as he leans in close, slotting a thigh between Angel's and pressing up.
"Fuck you," he mocks, echoing Angel's earlier text in a semi-childish tone. "Send the car," he adds, laughing again, though there's more amusement in this one, dark satisfaction. The way he flicks his tongue out is almost snake-like, teasing over Angel's mouth. "I didn't even have to try, and you came running like a bitch. If you want to talk about easy, baby..."
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Date: 2024-10-24 02:29 am (UTC)It's easy to feel Angel's just as fucking hard as Val, whatever he might pretend, and his cheeks burn with bitter shame. Sharp teeth grit together with a huff, trying to wrench Val's hands away from his throat- another show of resistance more than a real effort to get away, egging the Overlord on like he wants him to handle Angel rough.
"Allllll those souls and it's still me ya need ta set ya right, Val," he mocks right back.
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Date: 2024-10-27 07:10 pm (UTC)He shoves his thigh higher, forces Angel to grind against him, his own erection pressing hard into his hip.
"You think you're the only one that got that text?" He gives Angel's throat one more quick squeeze, and then releases him to let him breathe, petting his long fingers down the front of his neck. His secondary hands find Angel's hips, holding him close and fast, pressure under his palms encouraging him to use his leg to seek his own pleasure while he laughs. "Oh, no, baby. You were just the first one who bit."
Whether that's true or not - that he sent the same text to all of his whores, that Angel was the first one to take the bait - is hard to say. Valentino lies just as often as he tells the truth, but he seems to be finding entertainment in attempting to step on Angel's confidence either way. It's all a game to him.
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Date: 2024-10-27 08:08 pm (UTC)There's a whimper as that grip tightens, but it's true. They must be playing, or Angel wouldn't have the air to manage that much. Did Angel always get off to this sort of play, or is it just an adaptative things? Either way, there's shame weighing down as Angel plays right along, grinding against Val's leg, while a lower hand starts to fondle that hardness at his hip.
His eyes narrow, hating the heat he can feel colouring his face beneath his fur. "...you have cars waitin' for all of 'em too?" he counters, "Vox not in the mood for your shit tonight?"
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Date: 2024-11-03 10:00 pm (UTC)Mentioning Vox, though, seems to stir something new, though. Val's expression shifts minutely, a tightness in his jaw there and gone in a blink. He drags his claws through the soft chest fluff, purposely making sure they sink through to the skin - not enough to break it, just enough to be felt.
"We have plans later," Valentino supplies, casual and easy. Again, hard to tell if that's the truth or if he's just trying to snuff out Angel's attempt at a dig. His secondary hands grip at Angel's hips a little tighter, and then suddenly he drags him away from the railing and turns him and himself around on his heel. "Why, would you like him to join us?"
Something in his tone sounds a little darker, but also a little excited. Valentino 's hands shove hard at Angel's waist, pushing him back and off, but he stalks right after him. "Careful, Angie. Jealousy makes you so fucking ugly."
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Date: 2024-11-04 01:25 am (UTC)Angel half stumbles, feet working fast to back him up, and thankfully his mind still seems to remember the layout without looking. That barb cuts deeper than he's like, and he tells himself its vanity that sparks his anger and not that he is jealous. Nothing to be jealous of. Vox can have him.
"Good thing I couldn't care less," he says, claws snagging in a painting as tries to keep some distance between them, tearing the canvas with a loud, long rip.