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Angel's head thumped as he attempted to rest off his hangover. Val's drugs had him strung out for a day or so, and he was nursing himself back to working order. With Valentino’s power growing in hell, the tower was a bustling nightmare of whores and drugs. He quietly mourned for his nights in the hotel.
He jumped a bit when the door opened. Valentino walked in, as expected, but he had someone with him. Alastor entered at his side, looking curiously around his office. He waved when he saw Angel.
“Sit right here, baby, I'll be right back with the paperwork I need.” Valentino guided him to a plush chair and watched as the radio demon sat.
Alastor made himself comfortable with a crossing of his legs. “Thank you, chum! Ah- may I have another of those beverages you offered me before? I apologize for indulging so much, but they are quite heavenly.”
Valentino chuckled. It was a dark, evil laugh that seemingly only Angel understood the intent behind. The moth waved idly at him. “That can be arranged. Just sit tight, okay?” And with that, he absconded from the room. The door clicked as though locked from the outside.
Alastor seemed to tense a bit at the lock, but he didn't show any fear. Angel looked over him, confusion and betrayal filling him in equal measures. The spider nearly yelled.
“You're working with Valentino?” Angel barked.
“No, I'm visiting him.” Alastor smiled at him. “As a friend of sorts.”
“That's worse!” Angel was prepared to yell at him more, but he realized Alastor's eyes kept blinking. He remembered Alastor's comment about a beverage and felt his blood go cold. “Wait, did you say he gave you something to drink?”
Alastor nodded. Angel anxiously laughed. “You know he drugged you, right?”
Alastor laughed in turn, though it was more dismissive. “No, he didn't. He can't!” He spoke with a jolly tone, like this was all a joke. “I'm an overlord! His saliva has no effect on me.” Alastor's frequent blinking turned into his eyes not opening in their entirety. Angel saw panic cross his face for a moment.
Alastor laughed uncomfortably. “What did he give me?”
“I dunno, Smiles. But you're holding up good. Maybe you'll be okay!” He smiled, attempting and failing to comfort the deer.
Alastor's shoulders began to slump, his crossed leg falling to the floor as he lost the ability to hold it up. He whined, sitting back in his chair. Angel watched with soft assurances as Alastor went from mostly okay to absolutely incoherent over the course of a few minutes.
“Al?” Angel waved a hand in front of his face once Alastor had stopped talking using real words. “Stay with me, buddy!”
Alastor leaned back fully in his chair, squirming uncomfortably. The pair looked to the door as it unlocked. Valentino walked in with a glass of red liquid. He immediately looked at Alastor and smiled, pleased with himself.
Valentino purred, “Oh, is he gone already?”
“What did you give him?” Angel questioned with a panicked tone.
“He won't die from it. I know better than to kill Vox's obsession. I'm actually going to use him to get back at that dickhead.” Valentino crossed the room quickly and stood between Alastor's feet, looming over him with his bottom hands on the arms of his chair.
Alastor looked up at him with sloppy eyes, his smile slanted as he opened his legs further, whining. He weakly lifted a hand to touch him, but it fell down onto his stomach as he found he couldn't keep it up. Valentino put the cup down on his desk before he leaned down close to his face.
Alastor's legs opened wider, his body begging for touch as Valentino moved closer to him. He whined like a sinner in heat as Valentino ran his finger along the radio demon's jaw.
“You want more of that yummy drink?” Valentino asked with a purr. Alastor nodded, and in response, Valentino gripped his jaw and shoved his tongue into his mouth. He ignored Alastor gagging as he split thick globs of his spit directly down his throat.
Angel watched in horror, knowing exactly what he was doing, and also knowing that he could not stop him. He watched as Valentino withdrew his tongue and Alastor chased his mouth with his own. Angel grimaced. Alastor wasn't even Alastor at that point. He was a puppet, a slave to the sensations he was experiencing. It was a feeling Angel knew all too well.
Valentino put his fingers on Alastor's tongue and watched with delight as the sinner began to suck on them, bobbing his head as though he were genuinely sucking cock. He moaned around the digits with each bob of his head, drawing a laugh from the moth.
“Angel,” Valentino began, “Look at what a good boy he is. He isn't arguing or bitching. You could learn from him.”
Angel shuddered. The entire scene was horrifying. His blood felt cold and his heart ached for Alastor. They weren't friends, but he didn't wanna see this happen to him.
Alastor suddenly took all of the length of Valentino’s digits down his throat, his eyes falling shut as he gagged around them. He pulled his head off and marveled at the string of saliva that linked the moth's fingers to his lips. He smiled sloppily, whining when Valentino gripped him by the ears.
“I didn't actually plan to stay in my office. I just needed to take him somewhere he wouldn't leave prematurely. You know how I hate when things happen prematurely,” Valentino giggled.
Angel rolled his eyes. “Where is he gonna go?”
“Ah, I think you mean to ask where you both are going to go.” Valentino yanked Alastor out of his chair, the radio demon wobbling for a moment before Valentino grabbed him to carry him bridal style with his bottom set of arms. “You're coming with us.”
Angel stood uneasily. “Alright, Val, where are we going?”
“You're going to the big, purple bed in the studio, baby.” Valentino smiled eerily. “I'm going to film a little video for Vox.” He growled, “That'll give him something to think about while he's stuck sleeping on his couch.”
Valentino carried Alastor off, waving for Angel to follow. Angel followed hesitantly. He wasn't sure if he was going to be acting in the scene or not, but he had a suspicion he would. He followed Valentino to the purple bed just as he'd said. Angel waited for orders while Valentino threw Alastor onto the bed. Alastor moaned when he landed, moving to stick his butt in the air. Something moved under his coat, and Valentino lifted it to inspect. A fluffy tail was visible through Alastor's pants, seemingly having appeared from nowhere. It waggled happily.
Valentino purred, “Aw, just for me? How sweet.” He slapped Alastor's ass so hard he fell over onto his face.
Alastor moaned against the sheets after he was spanked, wiggling his butt and lifting his tail invitingly. He slurred something incoherent into the bedsheets. Angel watched with a frown before it turned to a tense, fake smile as Valentino marched over to him.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered as he walked past the spider to the nearby camera. He turned it on and began filming. He cursed softly at Alastor slightly ruining the footage with his weird camera thing, but it would have to do.
Angel crawled into bed next to him, hesitantly placing a hand on his back. “Hey, Smiles. You there at all?” Alastor moaned in response, looking up at the spider through his lashes. His eyes were glossy and unfocused. Angel sighed. “Guess not.”
“Why the hell are you both still clothed?” Valentino snapped.
Angel began to undress, hesitantly removing his shirt before kicking off his skirt. He slipped off his panties, his cunt exposed. Valentino audibly purred. Angel turned to Alastor and began to maneuver him onto his back, the overlord willingly letting himself be moved. Alastor began to kick off his own pants, grunting in frustration when they caught on his shoes.
“Careful,” Angel warned as he helped him remove his shoes. He stared at his cute, red hooves for a moment before shuffling off his pants. He swallowed thickly and avoided removing his boxers, instead moving to shuffle off Alastor's suit jacket. He took his time undoing the buttons, Alastor wiggling under his touch.
When he'd undressed him elsewhere, he hesitantly hooked his fingers over the top of Alastor's boxers before shuffling them down. He blinked as he saw Alastor's cunt. That was not the hardware he expected. Angel flinched as he realized he likely didn't want him to know. He'd likely be very upset this is how he learned.
Valentino whistled. “He's so wet.”
“Did you know about this?” Angel motioned to Alastor's genitalia.
“Vox told me thirty years ago, this is old news, bebé.” Valentino waved him off dismissively. “Get in there already. You're going to warm him up for me.” He focused the camera closer on the two.
Angel swiped a finger through Alastor's slickness, making the deer demon gasp loudly. His legs fell open wider and he whined.
“Fuck me,” Alastor slurred, “Fuck, please, Lu? Please?”
Angel paused. Lu. Huh. He slipped a finger inside him, curling it and causing his back to arch. If he was going to do this, he was going to make it feel good. It was the least he could do.
Alastor moaned loudly with every movement of Angel's finger inside him. The spider added another, drawing a choked sob from Alastor's throat. He watched Alastor squirm and wiggle, moans leaving him. He noticed he didn't hear much of Alastor's usual static.
Valentino eventually stood and walked to the bed. He gripped the back of Angel's head and suddenly shoved him against Alastor's cunt. Angel opened his mouth, sliding his tongue across him. Valentino eased up to allow him to comfortably eat out the radio demon.
Alastor whined and moaned, his claws digging into the sheets. The only coherent thing he was saying was variations of shortenings for Lucifer’s name. Angel felt just a tiny bit better that Alastor thought he was someone he actually wanted to fuck.
Alastor eventually arched his back, letting out a loud scream that mixed with a sharp static shrill enough that it made Angel and Valentino cringe. He relaxed against the bed as Angel withdrew from him. Angel wiped his mouth of the radio demon's cum, feeling a familiar numbness in his stomach.
Valentino purred, “Good. Look at him.” He turned to the camera. “See, Vox? See what I can do and you can't?”
Angel rolled his eyes. Alastor's post-orgasm bliss was his work, not Valentino’s. Valentino climbed onto the bed with them and grabbed Alastor roughly, pulling him to a folded position in front of himself. He took out his cock with his bottom set of arms and slipped through Alastor's folds. He repositioned them slightly to be better in the camera's shot before he plunged inside him.
Alastor screamed, grabbing Valentino like his life depended on it. “Lucifer, Lucifer- Fuck- Please!”
“Oh, is that who Lu is?” Valentino chuckled darkly. “Aw, how cute.”
He withdrew before slamming back into him. Alastor moaned with each thrust, occasionally yelling the king's name. Angel watched uncomfortably from the side, sitting prettily at the edge of the bed, just like he was taught. He couldn't pull his eyes away from Alastor's face, twisted and mad with lust. It wasn't attraction that drew his gaze. It was something more akin to pity.
Valentino grabbed Alastor's throat, slightly squeezing. “Fuck. He grips me so nice when I do that, Vox.”
Angel grimaced. Alastor's eyes widened as he found he couldn't breathe. He was deliriously high, and now he suddenly couldn't breathe. An awful feeling that Angel was quite used to. Alastor struggled a bit before Valentino let his throat go. The radio demon took in a gasp that turned choked as he was thrust into mid-breath.
“It hurts,” Alastor slurred. “Lu, it hurts.” He pushed against Valentino lightly, his face twisting.
Angel knew he was coming down from his high. Valentino evidently also noticed, because he shoved his tongue down his throat to re-dose him. Alastor moaned around the intrusion and was once more placated.
Valentino roughly folded him in half, his claws digging into Alastor's skin. Alastor whined and moaned, the angle making Valentino’s already quite large cock feel impossibly deep. Alastor tensed and shook as he came, his mouth opening in a silent moan. Valentino thrust harder through his orgasm, making Alastor shake even harder. The deer gasped once he was done.
Valentino pulled out and stroked himself a few times before spilling all over Alastor's stomach. His semen painted his skin white. He panted and walked to the camera to pick it up. He moved it to show a closer view of Alastor, fucked out and covered in cum.
“And if you hadn't been a dick to me, Vox,” Valentino growled, “I would have invited you.”
He stopped rolling, immediately walking to the door to the studio room to get the footage ready to show Vox. He barely even managed to get his cock put away in his hurry. “Angel,” he called into the studio, “Take care of him, won't you? And get him out of here as soon as you can. He smells like rotting meat.”
Valentino shut the studio door with a slam. Angel crawled over to Alastor, still high and horny, and gently began to redress him.
“Hey, Smiles,” he spoke softly, “I'm putting your clothes on, okay? I'm not gonna touch you.”
Alastor whined in response, his body overstimulated and his mind hazy. Angel took maybe ten or so minutes getting his clothes on him. He was almost done buttoning his shirt when Alastor grabbed his hand.
“Lu?” His eyes stared at Angel, though it was like he was seeing right through him.
“No. It's Angel Dust,” he spoke softly. “You here with me yet?”
Alastor whined and turned his head. Angel watched him for a few minutes until he turned back to him. His smile was small and uneasy.
“What happened to me?” Alastor's voice was uncharacteristically nervous, still coming down from his high, but just coherent enough to realize something was wrong.
“Valentino raped you. I'm putting your clothes back on you.” Angel tapped a button on his shirt for emphasis. “He also made me touch you. I'm really sorry about that. I didn't want to.”
Alastor paused. He nodded. “You are forgiven.”
“You wanna get dressed and let me walk you out?” Angel shuffled away from him, moving to sit on the edge of the bed and begin to redress himself.
Alastor paused once more. “I can't feel my legs.”
“That's normal. Give it a little bit longer and you'll be good.” Angel put his clothes back on, checking periodically during the process to see if Alastor had teleported from the room.
“Is what is on my shirt what I think it is?” Alastor grimaced.
“Probably. It's Valentino’s cum.” Angel frowned. “I forgot to wipe it off you before I put your shirt back on. I often just… let it soak into my clothes. I know that's gross, but… it gets tedious to wipe off the twentieth cumshot you get on your stomach at the end of the day.”
Alastor swallowed and nodded. “Noted.”
Angel stood in silence, watching the radio demon lay quietly. The spider shuffled uncomfortably. “You feel your legs yet?”
As if to answer, Alastor vanished into the shadows, leaving Angel alone. He sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. He grimaced as he realized his mouth still tasted of the deer's cum.