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[harderdaddy]

val uses all the same pass codes
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?

[shitzo]

[ ah, yet another thing they have in common: he and barbie don't really keep in touch either, though it's not really from a lack of trying, at least on his part. his relationship with his sister is... well, he can't say they have much a relationship at all anymore, considering the last time he saw her she practically disowned him. which is fair, for the most part.

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. ]

[harderdaddy]

[No wonder they get along so well. So much spoken AND unspoken common ground for such different life paths.

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?

[shitzo]

[ well. that's more than he wanted to know about vox or val, but honestly whatever keeps the both of them occupied is fine by him. the less attention val has for angel, the better, though blitzø might be slightly biased. and slightly jealous, but that's neither here nor there, and not anyone else's problem but his own.

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

[shitzo]

[ blitzø was never under the assumption that angel dust was angel's given name - it's too... on the nose, and more stage-namey than anything, which there's nothing wrong with - but he also never assumed he'd know what angel used to go by before he kicked the bucket and ended up down here, either. so it surprises him a little, when angel offers this information, and his brows light slightly with interest.

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.

[harderdaddy]

[Angel'd enjoy that jealousy or possessive streak if he knew, and maybe not share quite so many details from work, though he loves how Blitzø's never made him feel judged for what he does. Never tried to 'save him', or degrade, or been way too creepily turned on by it.

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

[papichulo]

You deserve everything I have to offer, baby.

[ 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. ]

[harderdaddy]

[There were a few...decades (wow), before he met Val and really became Angel Dust. There'd been a few stage names before that in clubs up on the poles, never any that stuck. He'd more or less given Anthony away for good when he signed that contract. An intimate gesture that felt stupid all these years later, and here he was handing it to someone else, though in an all together different context.

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.]

[harderdaddy]

[They've been together long enough that Angel can read the double meaning in that even if it's not intentional, and it earns a reflexive nod, before the spider worries that easy acceptance will have Val label his as greedy or entitled, or one of countless names he's been called over the decades.

...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.

[shitzo]

[ blitzø snorts, shaking his head again. itsy bitsy spider. yeah, that's somehow worse, but still equally as stupid. briefly, he wonders if angel's brother is just as tall as angel, and then quickly decides he doesn't actually care enough to ask. there are more important things to talk about regardless, so blitzø tries to lead into a subject change without being too clunky and awkward about it.

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....

[shitzo]

[ from blitzø's perspective, angel's job is exactly that: a job. it's work, the same way murdering human's for money is work for blitzø. sure, their work might be frowned upon by some, but it pays the bills and they're both good at their respective occupations. does he like valentino? fuck no. does he think it's his place to get between valentino and angel? also fuck no. angel can handle himself, and if he can't - well. so far, blitzø's bailed him out of rough situations every time angel's asked him for a hand, but only when he's explicitly asked for it.

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

[harderdaddy]

You just offerin' cause you still wanna bend me over your desk?

[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.]

[harderdaddy]

[Somewhere or other there's definitely a picture of almost exactly that image, some promotional thing, from the years before Velvette, she would have nixed that straight away.

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?

[papichulo]

[ it's a safe answer, though valentino could have easily found a way to pull it apart and shape it into something he could lash out over, if it weren't for the distraction of angel's hand curling nicely around his cock. he inhales slowly, and as he exhales he sinks down a little into the plush leather seat underneath him, relaxing under angel's touch.

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?

[shitzo]

Okay, fuck off. [ blitzø scoffs and rolls his eyes, but he also kind of laughs too because he honestly wasn't expecting angel to bring that up. at least, not right now. does he still want to bend angel over his desk at some point? absolutely, but it's not the reason he's offering to let him stay tonight. blitzø just -

- 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.

[harderdaddy]

[Feeling Val relax, Angel hopes that maybe he's done enough to stop the Overlord from trying to bait him into saying the wrong thing. He hates this dance, but that's part of why they do it. If Val wants to be mad it has to be Angel's fault, and no matter how many steps he performs right, he'll push until Angel slips up or Val's buttered up enough to forgive in the moment.

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.]

[shitzo]

[ the sound blitzø makes is a mix between a laugh and a moan - not horse gets him good for some reason, but his amusement tapers off pretty quickly, his mind flooded with images of angel with half-lidded eyes, mouth open, his tongue pink and wet and waiting. angel, smiling at him as blitzø spills over his chin, his chest. angel, his voice all raspy, telling him to come.

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. ]

[harderdaddy]

Heh~ [Angel smirks, looking pleased with himself for the teasing. And it's easier than dealing with the heavy serious shit that today is proving to have in spades. He knows the real reason Blitzø offered, and the reason he always offers. But starting all that sappy shit is going to make the both of them awkward.

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~

[harderdaddy]

[Opening the video, Angel bites at the back of his hand, cursing and looping the video over a few times, as though if he listened enough he'd get to hear that full sound. He did that. He gives a breathy laugh at the thought. He's done that for most of hell, but this is just for Blitzø. 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?

[papichulo]

[ the way angel's breath stutters over his fingers does not escape valentino. it catches his attention easily, and for the briefest moment, his thumb pauses underneath the point of a gold tooth. his gaze lifts from angel's mouth and finds his eyes, and his own narrow slightly. ]

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. ]

[harderdaddy]

[His own gaze softens fearfully as those eyes narrow, wanting to turn his eyes away but knowing better than to break in that moment.

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.

[shitzo]

Yeah, you fuckin' wish, don't ya?

[ 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. ]

[shitzo]

[ yeah, blitzø wishes angel were here too. maybe for more reasons beyond the obvious, that's something to think about later. or never, more likely. still somewhat out of breath, muscles still tense and spasming, blitzø thrusts a couple more times into the loose circle of his fist, riding out the rest of his orgasm as he reads angel's text. he nods kind of messily at first, like angel can fucking see him, realizes belatedly that he can't, and thumbs out a clumsy reply. ]

u can cum angel
i want u 2
thts me insid u reel fuckin deep
makin u cum

[harderdaddy]

[Settling back on the couch, Angel imagines that despite their mutual teasing that is exactly what Blitzø is doing back there. The noises don't quite make sense, but he rolls with the fantasy, fully prepared to be called in with a lusty voice when-

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.]

[harderdaddy]

[The video Angel sends is a little shaky this time, jerking with each deep thrust of the toy, and Angel's breath trembles like he's out fighting prejudiced penguins and not safe inside his bed.]

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~