Bittersweet is the name of the game [until it's just sweet and there are weddings]

[disneyprincessofhell]

There's a lot to be happy about. For one thing, Mom finally called her back and judging by the short conversation they shared, seems proud that she was able to figure out a way to save the city and herself. Maybe she just wanted her grown daughter to fend for herself?

(She could have just said so instead of ignoring her, though.)

The hotel is full of sinners who truly want to be redeemed, Vaggi's happy with her new name, Baxter is one of them, and she's mending her relationship with her dad more and more. Plus, the Vees are leaving them alone.

But Husk...isn't in good shape. He's functional, but he always looks sad and lost and disinterested. She's caught him in Angel's room cuddling with Fat Nuggets and trying not to cry.

And Alastor's not helping. Charlie was initially glad to have him back, but he's still his usual difficult, cagey self treating the hotel like an amusement, and she's noticed a lot of his jerkish behavior is aimed at the poor bartender.

"Tsk, tsk, Husker. The bartender's supposed to be the one everyone goes to when they're depressed, not the other way around," the radio demon scolds. "You're lucky anyone comes to you for drinks lately, the clubs have bartenders who know how to smile and look appealing!"

"Alastor, maybe leave him alone," Charlie says sternly. "He's doing his job, and...it hasn't been easy for any of us."

They've gotten used to the eight-foot spider-shaped hole in their lives, but that doesn't mean they're okay with it being there. They never were.

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[aschmoozerandadummy]

"You're still overdressed, Howard," Angel purrs, "let me help you with that." He slowly begins to undo the closures, letting his fingers brush against that amazing dick.

[strutwhenyourebluffin]

Husk's breath catches, watching Angel for a moment, and letting out a small yowl as Angel touches him. It's been decades since he's been touched, and just Angel's hand feels so good, he can't imagine what it'll feel like inside him.

He can't' tear his eyes away from his husband and how lovingly he's taking care of him, especially considering how much they clearly both want this.

[aschmoozerandadummy]

He takes his time, eager as he is. It's still insane to think that just hours ago they were struggling with a reunion and Husk's emotional wounds, and now they're married. But Angel's been in love with Husk since that night in front of the club, and he's finally allowed to be so in love.

He gets the pants and boxers out of the way, kissing Husk again, grabbing a tube of lube hidden under the mattress.

[strutwhenyourebluffin]

For his part, Husk can't believe that his luck has finally turned. After being sure that he'd lost absolutely everything, here he is with the man he's adored for ages who for some damned reason loves him too and is free from his abusive owner, and he... well, the fact that he's both free and an Overlord again seems almost secondary at this point.

[aschmoozerandadummy]

Considering Angel was going to start trying to get Husk free, he's surprised all it took was Husk professing his love right in front of Alastor to do it. But here they are.

He squeezes some lube onto his fingers and rubs it onto Husk's dick, slowly, almost teasingly.

[strutwhenyourebluffin]

All thoughts fly out of Husk's head as Angel touches him, and he moans, long and loudly. He'll probably be embarrassed later that he's being so loud, but right now, he doesn't care.

"Fuck, Anthony. That feels so good."

[aschmoozerandadummy]

Angel loves hearing it, real sounds of pleasure from someone who loves him, all of him. Not the demanding moans from the people he's "serviced" or been used by.

He moves closer, one leg lifted over Husk's hip, pulling him close. "Come in me, make me yours..."

[strutwhenyourebluffin]

"Do I need to get you ready for me?" He cups Angel's cheek, leaning in for a kiss. "I don't want to hurt you, my Anthony."

Of course he's worried about that, even now.

[aschmoozerandadummy]

"I don't need to, but...if you want, you can use your fingers." It's been an age since Angel has needed that kind of prep, much less gotten it even when he did. At least he knows Husk won't make him bleed like some past dicks have.

[strutwhenyourebluffin]

Husk leans over, kissing Angel hard for a moment, the taking the lube and coating one of his fingers, gently gliding it inside Angel, exploring carefully.

Before long, he adds another, and it's getting very very hard to keep going slow.

"Fuck. You feel so good. I need to be inside you." He pulls his fingers out, moving so that he's just at the right spot, and pushing himself inside, crying out a loud yowl as he does so. "Fuck... Anthony....."

[aschmoozerandadummy]

Fuck, he'd forgotten how nice it was to be fingered. He may ask for it more often in the future, especially knowing how careful Husk is being regarding the claws.

And then Husk is inside him, that huge dick filling him up so perfectly. "God, Howard...yes, that's so good, you're amazing...!"

[strutwhenyourebluffin]

"So are you. Fuck, you feel so good." He knows he's never felt this good during sex. He starts moving a bit, slowly at first, getting used to his husband, and then a bit more, both in power and in speed.

[aschmoozerandadummy]

This is powerful in a way Angel's never known, hard and deep but he feels the love in every thrust, every word Husk speaks. He knows Husk could stop holding back any second but it wouldn't hurt, wouldn't freak him out.

God, he loves this man.

[strutwhenyourebluffin]

Husk is quickly losing his will to hold back. It's not long before he's moving faster, pounding into Angel harder.

He's still murmuring love and amazement to his husband, punctuated by purrs.

[aschmoozerandadummy]

He's getting close again, arm draped firmly over Husk's shoulder, murmuring his husband's human name and returning those affirmations of love.

[strutwhenyourebluffin]

It's only a few moments before Husk cries out, yowling Anthony's name and spilling fully into his husband. Maybe he should have warned him, but he's way too emotional at the moment.

Fuck everything, this man is perfect.

[aschmoozerandadummy]

Angel orgasms at almost the same moment, crying out Howard's name followed by another declaration of love. This moment is perfect, worth all the pain and bullshit he's had to contend with in life and in the afterlife up until today.

[strutwhenyourebluffin]

It's a while before Husk can find anything close to consciousness or words.

He wraps his arms around Angel, holding him close as if to memorize the feeling of his husband's body against his. There's a warmth spreading all over his body that he could get used to.

After a long while, he kisses Angel's cheek. "I love you so much, Anthony. You're perfect."

[aschmoozerandadummy]

Angel wraps all six arms around Husk, transforming into a literal cuddle bug. "I love you too, Howard. So fucking much..." He laughs. "I'd make some joke about wondering if this is real but it is, nothing's ever felt more real in either of my lives."

[strutwhenyourebluffin]

"I know the feeling. Part of me is still waitin' for the other shoe to drop, but shoes can fuck off." He nuzzles Angel's neck a bit, resisting the temptation to leave a small bruise as a claim.

He falls silent for a while, just enjoying having Angel in his arms. After a while, he takes a breath. "Angel... we should figure out what we're gonna do with ourselves. Suddenly we're both unemployed."

[aschmoozerandadummy]

Ah, right. He hadn't given much thought to that, Val made a big deal of how Angel would be "nothing" without his movies and Angel had fired back that he didn't need fame, just people who loved him. But...yeah, employment might be a good idea.

"I don't wanna go back into the movies. They're not all like Val but too many are even if they aint making pornos. I won't deal with that shit again." He sighs. "Other than cooking and guns, though, I dunno if I've got much of a skill set."

[strutwhenyourebluffin]

"You can sing." Husk smiles, then shrugs, a small blush on his face. "And really, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. I still own that casino, Angel. I'm filthy rich. More so now that I'm not giving any to Alastor."

He shrugs. "You could sing at the casino. Or you could just... do whatever."

[aschmoozerandadummy]

"You wanna know something?" Angel smiles. "Singing at the casino was the best gig I ever had. Everyone there treated me like a person, I felt comfortable and sexy and classy, people noticed me for something other than my killer body."

[strutwhenyourebluffin]

Husk beams. "Then sing for me, baby. Sing and perform as much as you want." He leans over, kissing Angel and lingering for a bit. "I mean, I'm pretty sure there was one guy at the bar who did a spittake at how hot you were dressed like that, but people were polite. I've always run my casinos that way. Talent is there to tantalize and sing, but no touching. I've never gone for having 'escorts'. If people want sex, they can find another patron or go find it elsewhere."

[aschmoozerandadummy]

"I'd like that. I don't wanna sit around and do nothing day in and day out...sure, it's nice knowin' I don't have to do that work anymore, but I wanna do something. And I've always felt safe at the casino." Angel smiles. "Good. I've had enough of that to last me five lifetimes."