mazeofrelationships | it's a life he hates, but it's the life he deserves and has always been destined for

it's a life he hates, but it's the life he deserves and has always been destined for

By now, Angel's been through the whole what were you thinking, trying to be better than you are, thinking you could be redeemed, Val was right, druggie whores like you never change, your time at the hotel was a little side trip but it's over now, this is where you'll spend the rest of your afterlife until your story ends. He's back to the grind like nothing happened, the day-long shoots of being fucked sideways and upside down and in every possible position.

Angel Dust, the Pride Ring's most famous cum dumpster.

Val's been sickeningly happy about it, especially now that Vox can't get jealous and borrow his favorite toy. Whenever Angel's not on set or servicing clients, Val's taking every chance to "remind" him of his place. Either fucking him into the mattress or having Velvette doll him up for "dates" to Val's favorite sex clubs and bars.

Tonight, though? Angel wishes it was another sex club. The moment he sees that familiar grinning cat over the door, his heart sinks; it's bad enough that he'll never see Husk again because Husk isn't safe with him and is too good for him anyway. But now it's like Val is just twisting the knife.

He's wearing a dress that covers way too little, holding Val's arm out of habit and fear of refusing to do so. Val is pretending to be a gentleman even as he gropes Angel's ass with one of his lower hands.

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Now there's a laugh out of Husk. "Well, clearly you're just stuck with smartasses, then. I don't know how you'll cope." Another smirk. "Wait until you've had cold toe beans."

... did he just admit to having toe beans?

"Eh, I'm a smartass myself, so no big deal." And then Angel grins. "So the kitty cat admits to having toe beans!

"Wait, I didn't say... Fuck, I did." He tucks his feet under himself. It's awful being a cat.

"Yes, and I love them because they're yours. Just like you love my feet." Angel kisses Husk's cheek.

Husk smiles. "I guess I can live with that."

Angel kisses him softly...and then lets out a little yawn. It's not that late, but today has been a long one.

Husk smiles, kissing back, then moving a bit so he can cover Angel with the bedcovers. "Sleep, baby. I'll be here in the morning, and we can figure out what we're doing then, ok? I've got you."

Angel nods, closing his eyes and nestling as close as he can. "I know. For the first time in weeks I'll actually get some decent sleep." Hopefully. But even if he has a nightmare or wakes up feeling disoriented from a flashback, Husk will be here.

It's not long before Husk falls asleep as well, purring gently while holding Angel close.

Unfortunately, it's just as Angel feared. He sleeps well, but at some point his subconscious forgets where he is and what happened earlier. Flashing back to a day at the studio, filming a gang rape, Val slapping him because one of the other actors fucked up. Val "punishing" him with his dick like he always does.

Angel wakes up in a panic, breathing harshly, whimpering every now and then.

Husk wakes up immediately, concern on his face. "Angel, baby? What's wrong. Did you have a nightmare?"

"S-stay away from me, Val, let me go!" Even though Angel was just fine before, something's wrong; he legitimately doesn't remember he's not with Val anymore, his head feels as fuzzy as it did after all the times Vox mind-controlled him to spy on the hotel.

"I'm not Val, Angel. It's Husk. Your husband." He's concerned, reaching out for his hand. "I love you. Come back to me, baby, please. I'm not Val."

He squirms and struggles for a few minutes, his head throbs, the words feel like echoed mutters to him. It's not until his eyes finally blink open and catch sight of Husk's ring that he begins to register the present.

"Husk..." He shudders, grasping the offered hand with his own and holding on tight. He tries to get his breathing under control, willing the pounding in his head to stop.

"Breathe, baby." Husk wraps his arms around Angel, pulling him close. "I love you, and you're safe. I'm right here, and I won't let anyone hurt you."

He purrs a bit, in the hopes it'll help calm Angel down and feel better.

The purring definitely helps, and little by little, Angel comes back. The voice isn't the abrasive Hispanic Floridian accent, but a deep soothing one, and the words aren't sugar-coated gaslighting but gentle reassurances.

He's not at V Tower. Val's gone, no longer owns him thanks to Husk. His husband, who loves him and has never given him reason to fear him.

Husk keeps talking, telling Angel how much he loves him, and that he's safe at the casino and no one'll ever mistreat him again. His deep voice is soft and comforting, filed with obvious love and care and adoration.

He's in no hurry, this is the most important thing in the world right now.

Once he's calm, Angel looks at his husband, blinking away tears.

"Sorry about that. I dunno what happened, I was just fine today. Then suddenly..." His face darkens. "It was like I was goin' through withdrawal again. I haven't used in months, but..."

Husk cups Angel's cheek, wiping away any tears that fall. "Don't apologize. For better or worse, remember?"

Husk's expression darkens a moment and he sighs. "I wouldn't put it past that asshole to drug you. Maybe you are withdrawing." A pause. "That fucker."

"Yeah, I-I know..." Reflexively apologizing is another habit he'll need to break himself of. He leans into Husk's hand, sniffling. "Gave me something last night after he fucked me, said it'd help me sleep better." Definitely didn't drug one of the drinks Angel had earlier, Angel always knows. Val's often lamented that fact because it means he has to resort to other means.

"Hey, don't cry. It's alright, Angel. I got you. 's been a while since I've sat through your withdrawal with you, so you might have to remind me of what you need, but I'm here."

He gently kisses Angel on the cheek.

"Water?" Angel says in a small voice, trying to blink away his tears. "s'not as bad as it used to be, not feeling sick or anything. Just really shaky."

"Of course. You ok if I let you go to get some water?" He slowly untangles from Angel, kissing him on the shoulder.

Getting up, still naked, he goes to the bathroom, returning with a cup of water. "Drink this. Slow. I've got you." A pause. "You know I don't think less of you because of this, right?"

Angel sips the water slowly, sighing with relief as the shaky feeling lessens.

"I know. He's the one who pilled me, even when I got back there I didn't wanna start using again." That might numb him and at that point he felt so shitty about everything he didn't want to forget how much he hated himself. "Bastard. Now I'm really glad I decked him."

"Me too." If Husk were from another era, he'd tell Angel that he'll always hold his flower.

"I'm proud of you, by the way. Keepin' clean like you do. It's not easy." He's beginning to wonder if he should try.

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