Angel Dust

It's exactly what Angel's been craving, and fuck- he hates what that says about him. He loves his friends. Is starting to like the person he can be with them. So why can't he let this side of himself go.

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.