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[harderdaddy]

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[shitzo]

[ blitzø's not uncomfortable with his scars by any means - not anymore, anyway; when he was a teenager, when they were still fresh, he didn't like to look at them, hated catching people staring at his face, his hands - but it's still a little weird to hear someone call them pretty. it's not the first time it's happened, but it still gets him every time.

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 ?

[harderdaddy]

[Angel thinks all of Blitzø is pretty. But it's the confidence (or the illusion of confidence) that really does it for him. He likes that Blitzø tells the world to go to fucking hell or double hell.

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?

[harderdaddy]

M'not gonna say no ta head, but it's not cause you owe me. And maybe after we figure out where m'bleedin' from.

[brightshinybrandbaby]

Oh, yeah. We definitely gotta fix ya up before I go near your dick. I ain't in the mood to let ya bleed out.

[shitzo]

[ blitzø tells the world to go to double hell because if doesn't they'll just damn him there first. metaphorically, obviously, but blitzø's fuck you attitude is just as much a method of survival as it is his honest reaction to the way society tends to treat him and his people, for no reason other than because they can. because imps are small, and deemed unimportant. well, a few of the people most important to blitzø are imps.

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. ]

[harderdaddy]

[Angel snorts in amusement. It's such a Blitzø type of response, and they still always manage to take him by surprise. There's very few people who can make him laugh while fucking himself in any sort of positive way.]

would it b better if i had a few guns in frame next time? lol 🩷

for @ papichulo

[harderdaddy]

continued from

[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?

for @ shitzo

[harderdaddy]

cont'd from here

[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.

[papichulo]

[ as angel looks up at him, valentino looks down, his head tilting slightly to one side and angel cards his fingers through his collar. angel is not a small man by any means - thin, maybe, but typically on the taller side when compared to everyone else - but it never fails to amuse valentino how... delicate he looks, when he sits in his lap like this.

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.

[shitzo]

dont thimk itd b werse

[ 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

[harderdaddy]

[Angel's gaze falls at that bored reprimand, and he stops himself from giving yet another apology. He can barely remember the last time he's apologized to anyone outside of Val, and he knows he sure as shit owes a lot of people their share of them over the years. But for Valentino they pour out when he's not even sure what it is he's apologizing for.

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.

[shitzo]

[ well. that's not surprising. valentino seems like the kind of person who likes to be in control, especially when it comes to his... business. if one could call it that. blitzø can't judge him for that, considering his own involvement in I.M.P., but it is kind of funny that most of the cringe-y shit comes from him. what a loser.

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. ]

[harderdaddy]

lol 🩷🩷🩷 maybe we borrow the studio and shoot u ur own private video one of these days all the 🔫s and 🐎s u want in it

[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

[harderdaddy]

[Angel's nose scrunches, and then he looks guilty, shrugging a shoulder.]

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.]

[papichulo]

[ could have fooled him. valentino could list a dozen things angel's said or done in the past week that he could swear were deliberately intended to piss him the fuck off. fortunately - or unfortunately, depending on your perspective - valentino sometimes enjoys the little arguments ("arguments") they get into, even when he's redhot with rage. it makes work interesting, and it makes the occasional hatefuck that much better.

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.

[harderdaddy]

[Lifting his chin to easily offer up that expanse of throat, Angel nuzzles into the hand at his cheek. His body moves almost automatically, and a the heel of his palm presses lightly over Val's crotch, sure all this soft and nice can't come without a price.

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?

[shitzo]

[ blitzø wiggles his brows a little and makes a subtle gesture at himself with two thumbs when angels says the fun kind, like he's implying that he thinks he's the fun kind of dick, but it's quick and he's just fucking around anyway because that's what he does.

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?

[harderdaddy]

[Blitzø is both fun kinds of dick, and the playful attitude helps Angel calm down, laughing softly at his antics. A born performer.]

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...

[papichulo]

[ that's the thing though - it's all a waste of time. even if angel could get into heaven (and valentino highly fucking doubts he could), he's still bound by contract. even if he somehow found a way to redeem himself, it's not like valentino would willingly let him go. he'd fight tooth and fucking nail to keep him, to own him. but if angel wants to pretend he has even the slightest fucking chance, well. it'll be that much more satisfying when he inevitably comes crawling back to val. there is only so much slack to his leash, after all.

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. ]

[harderdaddy]

[With that subtle approval Angel's palm rolls a little firmer, weighting in Val's lap just enough to tease. It feels easier sometimes when he initiates things. Makes Val happy, and shuts up that damn voice in his head if things take a turn. How bad can it be if he asks for it?

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).]

[shitzo]

Bunch'a cookie-cutter assholes. Fuck 'em.

[ 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?

[harderdaddy]

[It succeeds in making Angel laugh, and he's glad they can agree on that point seeing as most hellborn don't really seem to care about the extermination, which he gets- they've got their own shit going on, but still.

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...

[papichulo]

[ for as much as he loves to be in control, valentino can be... giving. at the very least, he's capable of presenting the illusion of releasing some control, so when angel meets him with enthusiasm, when he adds a little weight under his palm and twists his tongue over val's... he lets him. he sighs into his mouth, the hand tucked underneath his chin drifting down the column of angel's throat, his fingers gentle at the hollow where his collar bones meet.

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?

[shitzo]

is taht alowd ?
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

[harderdaddy]

[That power's part of what drew Angel to Val originally. Along with his charm, obviously, but there was something about that ever present threat, even when things were nice... That Val chose to treat him soft and nice...made him feel small again when so much of hell made his new body feel too tall, made him feel safe. That kind of sentiment feels stupid now, but he still can't quite banish the feeling.

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.