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[papichulo]

[ there's an argument sitting on the tip of valentino's tongue - the exorcists wouldn't have to ("have to") come down and cull hell's population every year if they simply stopped turning so many people away at their precious little gates for not having lived a picture-perfect life; if charlie were smarter, maybe she could have pitched the idea of a little leniency on the angels' side, instead of an embarrassment of a hotel where sinners have to essentially beg and grovel to be liked and accepted by a bunch of hypocritical assholes - but he says none of this. going back and forth with angel is becoming exhausting. why the fuck anyone would care about clawing their way up to heaven is beyond him.

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.

[harderdaddy]

[That laugh gets echoed softly, and Angel's upper arms reach up to drape over Val's shoulders, hips giving a small teasing roll against him much like they started earlier in the car.]

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.

[papichulo]

[ valentino hums a low, appreciative note as angel's hips flex, mouth shaping into a satisfied little smirk. he turns his head slightly to press a biting kiss against the inside of angel's arm where it's draped around his shoulder. ]

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.

[harderdaddy]

[Angel reaches to grab his drink without unseating himself, taking a long pull from it and continuing that slow roll of his hips with a smirk. The promise of bed reminds him of just how tired he is, but it'll be that much easier to pass out after a good, hard fuck from Val, right?]

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.]

[papichulo]

[ val takes the bite in his tone for playful brattiness rather than jealousy - truthfully, he's already mostly forgotten about his quick and dirty rendezvous with vox earlier. which is not to say that it's unimportant or insignificant, but angel has his full attention now, so not much else is on his mind.

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. ]

[harderdaddy]

[Angel yelps and laughs, clinging to Val, frustrations quickly forgotten as the Overlord makes him laugh like the old days. Poor Kitty will have quite the time cleaning up after them.

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~

[papichulo]

[ the open loft concept offers plenty of room and an easy view into the main floor, but valentino's bed is still tucked somewhat out of the way, closer to a far corner and away from the overlook for the illusion of a little more privacy. he carries angel from the bathroom, laughing quietly to himself as the spider puts up a playful little fight, and then steps up onto the small, raised platform so he can half set, half drop angel at the end of the bed. the sheets are expensive and silky, as promised.

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.

[harderdaddy]

[Fuck, when's the last time they laughed like this? Why's it so easy to forget all the reasons they don't work as soon as Val spends a few hours playing nice? He tries to stop worrying about it, at least for tonight. He deserves tonight, doesn't he?

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.]

[papichulo]

[ it used to almost always be like this, back when things were still... uncomplicated. back when the only hands valentino ever put on angel were gentle ones, when his words were laced with adoration and never with venom. now, nights like this come far less often, and even then, they're not always perfect. but it's easy to pretend. it's easy to say the right things, to touch angel like he's the most precious thing valentino's ever been allowed to call his. and maybe that much is still true, even now.

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.

[harderdaddy]

[The confirmation makes Angel beam with pride. It's hard feeling to explain to others, how he can hate being Val's toy, but love being his possession depending on the day. It makes him feel wanted in a way very little else can come close to touching.

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?

[papichulo]

[ as angel lays back, valentino straightens up to his full height again to drink him in. he crosses one of his arms over his chest and rests his opposite elbow on the back of his wrist, bringing his cigarette to his mouth for another long drag. red eyes never leave angel, roaming over him like a predator sizing up its prey. tracing every curve, every sharp angle. by now, he knows angel's body just as well, if not better, than his own. by now, one would think his interest would have lessened, but valentino could never tire of the view in front of him. he sees angel half-naked like every other day, spends hours sitting behind a camera watching him do exactly this, but somehow, it's different when it's just the two of them. when they're alone.

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?

[harderdaddy]

Mmmm, that sounds just about perfect~

[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.

[papichulo]

[ the viewer, in this case, is just valentino. the number of provocative candids of angel in just his phone alone would be alarming if it weren't for their history - hundreds if not thousands of pictures valentino could sell for a disgusting amount of money if he wanted to, but. he loves the luxury of having things no one else ever will, too much to give up his personal collection for financial gain.

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.

[harderdaddy]

[Knowing these are just for Val's eyes (or Vox's if the perv is watching through the cameras, or spying on Val's phone) makes it feel strangely intimate. Val willingly choosing to hold onto those for himself, rather than whatever he could make off them- in Angel's mind- seems almost like proof that love is still there. That Angel's not just merchandise for him.

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.

[papichulo]

[ pulling at that chain is, indeed, a dirty fucking move - but valentino likes it, apparently, if the soft grunt catching in his throat and the way he practically grins against angel's mouth is anything to go by. his fingers flex against angel's torso, claws sifting through soft fur to press at warm skin in the spaces between his ribs. ]

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.

[harderdaddy]

[The way Angel grins he seems quite pleased to be called one, breath catching eagerly as he's briefly rewarded.

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.

[papichulo]

[ one of valentino's hands paws blindly at the sheets off to one side the second angel starts to crawl toward him, and when he finds his phone, he's quick to add one or two more photos of him to his private collection, sharp teeth pressing into his own lower lip in interest. he chuckles lowly as he tosses his phone aside again, and helps angel settle into his lap, two hands settling against his chest and sliding upward to his shoulders. ]

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.

[harderdaddy]

[Angel almost laughs, feeling a sense of pride every time that phone came up to focus in on him, and not steal Val's attention away instead. He might be a bit more possessive of Valentino than he has any right to be at this point, but he can't control those feels or reason with them, so he's come to accept them, and deal with the shame latter.

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~

[papichulo]

[ humming a low note in agreement, valentino scrapes his teeth lightly against the side of angel's throat, just above where his hands are sitting like a collar. he exhales hot air over his pulse as angel starts to grind in his lap, fingers flexing lightly around his neck. his other hands find angel's knees on either side of him and travel upward, claws dragging gently until they reach and anchor at his hips, encouraging that slow roll.

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.

[harderdaddy]

[Val's delivered, Angel can't deny that. And compared to most contracts Angel's benefited nearly as much as Valentino has. If he didn't blow most of his earnings getting high he'd be loaded, but living with Val it never mattered that much. Val looked after him. Managing his own funds is...not something Angel's great at in the best of times. Self control isn't one of his strengths.

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?

[papichulo]

[ the subtle shift in angel's behavior doesn't seem to surprise valentino that much. it's not very often that he calls angel by his old name, and never in front of anyone else, like he knows it's something that only belongs to the two of them now. uttered in quieter moments, landing exactly the way he needs it to.

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?

[harderdaddy]

[Some part of Angel insists they've done this song and dance before, and is again silenced. Letting himself enjoy this while he has it doesn't have to mean he doesn't see at least some of what Val's doing. If he wants it too does that even make it wrong?

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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[ it may only be for a moment, but valentino catches the brief hesitation. he catches the way angel's soft expression hardens just the slightest bit, like a mask flickering in and out of existence. it reminds him, vaguely, of vox, but valentino decides not to follow that thought any further. he'll have plenty of time to think of him some other time, when angel's not naked in his lap and soft under his hands and... doubtful, apparently, of his devotion.

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.

[harderdaddy]

[That silence stretches on and Angel worries he's gone and spoiled it all. Val doesn't strike him. Doesn't yell. He's being soft still, but Angel can't read him and that usually spells some kind of danger. He tries to drink in those last moments of calm, leaning faintly into his touch.

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.

[papichulo]

[ the fact that angel is avoiding looking him in the eyes tells valentino enough, but he doesn't make any move to force the eye contact they way he might have done if he were in a different mood. if he's honest with himself, he doesn't think he treats angel that badly. sure, they get into fights, and sometimes valentino has to get... creative, in making sure angel remembers his fucking place, but - valentino also gives him almost anything he wants. jewelry, new clothes, a fuckload of money to blow on anything and everything. drugs, sometimes, when he has them on hand, or when angel asks very nicely. valentino has given him wealth and fame and love. a couple bruises now and then seems like a very small price to pay in exchange.

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.