Angel Dust

There's something to be said for the difference between a real fight, and Val just knocking him around to remind him of his place. It feels like more and more Val's just looking for the former from him. And Angel's almost forgotten how good it feels to bite back. It'll all probably end the same, but maybe Angel won't come out of it hating himself quite so much. Or maybe just for different reasons.

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~"