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The day had been long. Only club work, but Anthony had done over 10 private dances. He was just glad to finally be home with his husband and daughter. "Henny? A little help here?" Their dog, Nuggets had run up to Anthony, trying to escape through the open door. "Hen-" He was cut short by the sound of snores coming from the living room. 'Great. He's asleep.' Anthony thought to himself. Managing to slide the excited dog across the floor with his foot, Tony quickly shut the door. "Okay, okay. Chill out Nuggs!" Setting his purse down, he picked up the barking Corgi. "Shhhh, dont wake papa and Gia. Lord knows I'll never get her back to sleep." Giovanna had only ever been able to sleep if Henry was the one who put her to bed. As much as it hurt him, Anthony was just glad his baby was sleeping. As soon as Anthony turned the cornor to enter the living room, his heart melted.

Henry and Gia were asleep on the couch. Gia was on top of her dad, drooling all over his chest while he snored. Anthony had to hold back a squeal when he saw them. He slowly walked over the couch, shaking Henry's shoulder lightly. "Henny, wake up baby. I wanna go to bed." With one last loud snore he awoke. "Mm, hey babe." Henry said, blinking slowly and stretching. "Shh, dont wake Gia. Can you go handle Nuggs while I put her in her room?" Henry nodded, kissing his daughter on her forehead before she was put in her room. Tony picked his daughter up, grunting a little as he did. Sure, he was strong from dancing almost daily, but his muscles had been very over used that day. Gia yawned quietly, laying her head on Anthony's shoulder and putting her short arms around his neck. He looked over at his husband, smile reaching his ears. His heart had almost melted at his daughters sweet actions. "Henny, look!"

It had been Anthony's idea to have children. After his twin sister had announced her pregnancy, he had fallen into baby fever. It had started off small, but after she gave birth, it was all he could think about. One night while Henry had been trying to sleep, he had been woken up by Anthony's sad voice. "Henny, I really wanna baby." He had sat up very quickly. "What?" He knew that Anthony loved his niece, but he was very shocked. "Well, Molly has Udira, and I get so jealous everytime we see them. I know that we'd have to adopt or something, but I really want this. I wanna be a father." After many more conversations, they had decided on surrogacy. Anthony wanted to be related to their child, so it was the best option. They found a nice woman named Charlie, that they were still friends with. Nine more months, and they had their baby. The first time Tony had held her, he just cried. He had wanted kids since he was young, but after he realized he was gay he thought he never would.

In that moment, holding his sleeping daughter, he felt the same joy he had holding her for the first time. It may have been five years later, but he had never loved her any less. After setting Gia down, Tony walked back into the living room. When he didn't see his husband, he called out for him. "Babe? Where are yo-Ahhhh!" Henry had been hiding behind the cornor, and picked Tony up. "Put me down!" Anthony wisper yelled while kicking his legs. Henry chuckled, setting him down and hugging him from behind. "How was work baby? Meet any handsome men you wanna run away with?" Henry asked, kissing the side of Anthony's neck. "You know you're the only man I'd ever run away with." Anthony turned around in his arms, looping his own around his neck. "Hm, well you didn't see to think that was such a good idea when I suggested it." Anthony pulled back from the kiss Henry tried to plant on his lips. "Hey, I couldn't have a Catholic wedding, so I at least wanted to have a big celebration. Admit it, you loved being threatened by my aunts." Anthony finally returned the kiss. "Mm, anything for you."

After a quick shower and fuck, they had settled into bed. Henry held Anthony in a spooning position, tucking his head into his neck. "Goodnight my love." "Buonanotte bello."

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It was six hours after Anthony was supposed to have returned. He said he would be home by 10, and it was now 4. Gia was long alseep, but Herny could barely close his eyes. He knew all about his husbands bad situation with his boss; Anthony had almost rejected Henry's propasal because he didn't want his boss to be mad. Tony had known the man since he was 13. His boss had been 20 at the time. Valentino had been a family friend, and so he had constant acess to Anthony. Even after being married to Anthony for 6 years, he still didn't know much about what happend before Tony signed his contract with Valentino. He said it was more painful before. Henry had tried to convince Tony to break off his contract multiple times, but he had told him one of two things would happen. Valentino was still in close ties with the mob side of Tony's family, and he would tell them where Tony was, or Valentino would call the cops. Anthony had commited his fair share of crimes, and if he was ratted out, he was sure to spend life behind bars. Of course, no one knew about these crimes. Valentino told no one, on thr condition that Tony stayed with him, and Henry knew they had only been commited out of self defense. Henry wasn't quite sure what all he had done, all he knew was it was enough to sometimes wake up to Tony crying, wishing he had done things differently.
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The phone rung 10 times. Voicemail. Another call. Same result. Finally, after 5 calls, Anthony picked up the phone. "Hmmmm, what?" Tony had been trying to sleep, and whoever this fucker was had to deal with him cranky now. "Tony? Where are you?!" 'Oh' Anthony thought. 'Just Henry' "Dormire in ufficio Dove sei?" Anthony asked, giggling a little. He totally wasn't drunk. "Tony? Are you drunk?" Tony only spoke Italian when he was drunk, really tired, high, or with Molly. Occasionally he spoke it to Gia when she was learning how to speak. All during Charlie's pregancy, he had ranted about how his baby "wasn't going to be someone monolingual bitch". Even though Henry had not been thrilled about Anthony calling their baby a bitch, he had found it endearing that he was so excited about her learning Italian. "Eh, forse un po'" Anthony giggled again. Thankfully, during their few years of marrige, Henry had learned some Italian too. "Okay, well why didn't you call an Uber?" Usually when Tony was drunk, he got a cab or an Uber to take him home. Sometimes he called Henry to pick him up, but Anthony had done none of those things. Did he want to stay with Val? "Tesoro, sarò completamente onesto. Non riesco a muovere le gambe."
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10:00 P.M

Anthony was in his dressing room, getting ready to pack up for the night. "Amorcito," Val cooed sweetly as he walked in, locking the door Anthony noted. "You did so well tonight, made daddy jealous." Anthony sighed, 'just another night of being fucked senseless. I hope he lets me prep this time.' Anthony thought to himself. Angel turned around, smiling at his boss. "Hi Val! Thank you so much!" Angel grabbed Val by his hand, and pulled him quickley onto the couch. Almost immediatly, he stratled him, working on getting his shirt off. Val tsked, grabbing Angel's wrists, removing them from his buttons. "No, no amorcito. You misunderstood me. I want to take this slow." a kiss to Angel's neck. "Show you how much I love you." He paused imediatly, his mind flashing to the past.

Age 13- "Have you ever had you first kiss Tony?"
Age 14- "You know Tony, you don't have to lie to me about the boy. I know whats going on. He doesn't love you. I won't tell your papito if you won't."
Age 15- "Tony, I think you would be very good. Everybody loves a virgin."
Age 16- "Shh, Tony. Don't cry. It won't hurt forever. You'll feel real good soon. Don't tell your papi."
Age 17- "I love you Tony. If you ever came to work for me, I think I would call you my angel."
Age 18- "So my angel, will you sign?"
Age 19- "Get over here Angel! We don't have all the time in the world Slut!"
Age 20- "He is just like the boy from high school Tony, he will never love you. I'm the only one who could whore."
Age 21- "Angel, what is that ring?"
Age 22- "Marry him and you're done. Either way, once he learns you're sloppy seconds he won't want you anymore. Nobody likes used goods."
Age 23- "Tony, querida don't leave. Please!"
Age 24- "So when do I get to meet your niña? It's been 3 years."
Age 25- "They are both going to leave you Tony. Come back to daddy.
And now. "Let daddy take care of you?" and just like the other times, Angel just nodded.
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Val lied again, he never loved Anthony. He never will. He had told Anthony he wanted to use a bit of gear, "for trust" he had said. 'Trust my ass' Anthony was thinking now. Anthony had let his use the restraints, and the whips. Now he was stuck in bed, bleeding everywhere, and couldn't move his legs. Once Val was done (for the third time) he got up to leave the room. "Get me some Vodka?" Angel asked, making his best puppy dog eyes at Val from his bed. "Of course Angie." Val left the room, returning with a bottle and a shot glass. As soon as the bottle was handed to Angel, he poured some on his cuts. He hissed at the sting. Afterwards, he just started drinking. Drinking to numb the pain. Drinking to numb the fact that he had thought Val loved him again. 'I'm so dumb!' he thought to himself. 'I'm married! Why do I need his love?' He hadn't even realised he was crying until Val got back in bed, shushed him, and held him close. "Go to sleep Anthony." All Anthony could think of was how much he hated that name from Val's lips. That name was reserved for people who cared. When with Val, he was Angel Dust, not Anthony. Either way, he just pretended to sleep, accepting Val's 'loving' forehead kisses.

After Val had gone to sleep, Anthony finished the rest of the vodka.
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'He can't move his legs?' Henry thought to himself. "Okay, do you want me to come pick you up baby?" Henry hated going to the studio, but he would do anything for his husband. He had promised that in their vows. "Non mi importa. Puoi farlo se vuoi. Mi manchi e manca anche Giavanna." He sounded like he was crying now. "Okay baby, it's okay. Don't cry. Can you wake Val up and have him bring you to the lobby?" "Mhm!" "Okay, I'll see you soon. I love you." Ti amo anche! A presto." And with that, Tony hung up. 'God, I hope Val will listen.' Henry thought, dialing up Molly. "Uh, hi. Henry? Uh, is Tony okay?" "Well, I don't really know. I hope so, but I gotta pick him up from work." Molly hummed a sound of understanding. She one was of the other 3 people who knew about what happend with Val. It was only Molly, Tony's bestfriend Cherri, and himself. "Can you come over to stay with Gia? Actually, can you just take her to your place for the night? I have no idea how Tony is gonna act, he's drunk." Molly sighed. "I guess, I'll wake Amir up." "Okay, bye Molly. See you in a few minutes." "Bye Henry." After he hung up he sent a quick text to Anthony

Me: Hey, Molly is going to pick up Gia for the night. I'll be there as soon as possible
4:37 A.M

Caro: Ok
4:38 A.M
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When Henry got to the studio, Anthony was propped up in a chair in the lobby sleeping. Valentino was standing on the otherside of the room, smoking a cigarette and glaring at Henry for ruining his fun. 'He's my husband.' Henry wanted to say, but he knew it would only make Val more pissy than he already was. Henry picked Tony up, gave a quick nod of acknolawgement to Val, and headed out the door. Somehow still asleep, Tony was buckled into the backseat, and driven home.
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Once they had gotten home, Henry had decided to bathe Tony. He smelled like sweat, cum, vodka, and cigarette smoke (none of which were very pleasant). Once Henry had gotten all of his clothes off (with no help from a barely conscious Anthony) he stared in horror. Cuts, and lacerations all over his back and legs. Bruises everywhere, along with dried blood and other fluids he didn't care to aknowlage. Henry wished he could say this was worse than usual, but no. This happend almost everytime Tony stayed with Val. "Dove siamo?" Anthony asked quietly once in the bathtub. Henry was gently washing his hair. "We are in the house Tony. Don't worry." "M'kay." Tony mumbled. After Henry was done washing Tony, he lifted him out of the bathtub to sit him on the toilet. After the long process of drying Anthony's hair, and doing his 12 step skincare routine (which he had demanded Henry do, to which he had called him adorable) Henry helped Anthony change into his favourite sweater and shorts combo. Henry spent the rest of the morning holding Anthony as close as possible (while still being careful of his wounds) while he slept, and carding his finger through somehow still thick, bleached hair. When the alarm rung in the morning, he let Tony sleep in while he went to pick up Giavanna from Molly's home. He knew Tony would need to be well rested, for they would have a lot to talk about.
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When Tony woke up, he had a killer hangover. Still he knew he needed to function today. After some coffee, and a quick shower (his legs still hurt, but at least he could walk) he was ready to talk to his husband. He explained what had happend with Val, and apologized for making Henry worry. "I'm sorry. He... he was being so sweet..." Anthony curled in on himself, starting to cry. "Okay, I get that. What I don't undrrstand is why you seek his love. Am I not enough for you Anthony?" He cried even harder, starting to hyperventalte. "Woah, woah Tony, calm down." Now Henry was standing from the couch he was on, walking over to his husband to hold him. "We don't have to talk about it anymore, okay Caro?" Anthony nodded slowly; sniffling and wrapping his arms around his husbands waist. "I love you." Tony wispered. "Ti amo anche, Anthony." Henry said, kissing Tony's forehead. The rest of the morning was spent cuddling, patching up wounds, and sleeping on the couch.

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Henry had never been a lucky man. Sure, he had been lucky with gambling, but did that really matter? His bad luck had started when he was concieved. When his father learned of his existance, he shot himeself. Good riddance. He had beat his mother anyways. When he was born, his mother put him up for adoption. He had ended up with a nice father, and a horrible mother. At the age of fourteen, he came out to his parents. He was in love with the boy down the street. His mother tried to kick him out, but his father stopprd her. Not long after, his father was killed in a car accident. The one good thing in his life, gone in an instant because he was a drunk. So, Henry moved in with his boyfriend's family. He told them he was just his best friend, but when Mark ended up pregnant, they stopped believing him. The agreed to keep housing him, as long as he left after Mark had the baby. As difficult as the situation was, Henry was happy to have a baby. A girl that he wanted to name Selena. When Mark miscarried, he cried for days. After that, he started drinking. Drinking to muffle the sounds his baby girl would've made. And so he lived that way until he was 22. He thought nothing would ever change. Then he met Anthony.

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Anthony's life up until he turned 20 could be described in three words. Drugs and sex. Of course, he drank and smoke too (who didn't), but the drugs were what had ended in in the hospital more than twice. Attempting to OD, oldest trick in the book. Either way, thing had been different once. He was born April first, 1998, and moved to America when he was nine years old. In Italy, everything was perfect. He had his grandmother, who taught him how to do most of the life skills he now had; he had his grandfather, who snuck him candy. His friends never made fun of him for being blind in one eye. They didn't even make fun of his dyscalculia. His father still loved him, and everything was great. Then they moved to New York. He couldn't talk to his grandparents anymore. Phone calls turned to letters, then occasional packages on Christmas, then to no contact. His mother got back on PCP. The kids made fun of him and Molly. They would push her wheelchair around in circles until she got sick. He had punched a boy for that once. When he got home his father beat him, so his parents got divorced. When he was thirteen, he met Val; that was the worst moment ever looking back on it. That same year he started giving the other boys blowjobs so they would help him with his school work. "They worse the grade, the more punches you get." his father had said to him the first time he brought home a report card with an F. Finally, at the age of fifteen, his mother finally overdosed. After that, he starting doing all the things they warn you about it church. He got in contact with his mothers old dealer. She was a nice woman, always looked at him funny though when he'd come asking for drugs more than once a week. His mother had been onto something. The hallucinations helped him cope. He started smoking, and cutting. Watched porn, and lost his virginity at 16. How did the song go? "I'm on a highway to hell!" Well, yes, he was. When his dad kicked him out for being a fag, he went where he was safe. He moved in with Val. For the first year, it was amazing. He gave him drugs for free, showered him with gifts, and they had sex almost everyday. On Tony's eighteenth birthday, Val took him out to a nice stripclub. It felt amazing, the kind of enviroment he thrived in. Nothing but sex and drugs. While they were out, Val had asked him to sign a contact. "A simple deal. You're so good at sex, why not make money off of it? We can be together forever." And so, he had signed. That night, Val recorded them having sex, and posted it online. And so, he became a star. But after a while, stardom fades, and truths come out.

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Henry had never been a lucky man. Sure, he had been lucky with gambling, but did that really matter? His bad luck had started when he was concieved. When his father learned of his existance, he shot himeself. Good riddance. He had beat his mother anyways. When he was born, his mother put him up for adoption. He had ended up with a nice father, and a horrible mother. At the age of fourteen, he came out to his parents. He was in love with the boy down the street. His mother tried to kick him out, but his father stopprd her. Not long after, his father was killed in a car accident. The one good thing in his life, gone in an instant because he was a drunk. So, Henry moved in with his boyfriend's family. He told them he was just his best friend, but when Mark ended up pregnant, they stopped believing him. The agreed to keep housing him, as long as he left after Mark had the baby. As difficult as the situation was, Henry was happy to have a baby. A girl that he wanted to name Selena. When Mark miscarried, he cried for days. After that, he started drinking. Drinking to muffle the sounds his baby girl would've made. And so he lived that way until he was 22. He thought nothing would ever change. Then he met Anthony.

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Anthony's life up until he turned 20 could be described in three words. Drugs and sex. Of course, he drank and smoke too (who didn't), but the drugs were what had ended in in the hospital more than twice. Attempting to OD, oldest trick in the book. Either way, thing had been different once. He was born April first, 1998, and moved to America when he was nine years old. In Italy, everything was perfect. He had his grandmother, who taught him how to do most of the life skills he now had; he had his grandfather, who snuck him candy. His friends never made fun of him for being blind in one eye. They didn't even make fun of his dyscalculia. His father still loved him, and everything was great. Then they moved to New York. He couldn't talk to his grandparents anymore. Phone calls turned to letters, then occasional packages on Christmas, then to no contact. His mother got back on PCP. The kids made fun of him and Molly. They would push her wheelchair around in circles until she got sick. He had punched a boy for that once. When he got home his father beat him, so his parents got divorced. When he was thirteen, he met Val; that was the worst moment ever looking back on it. That same year he started giving the other boys blowjobs so they would help him with his school work. "They worse the grade, the more punches you get." his father had said to him the first time he brought home a report card with an F. Finally, at the age of fifteen, his mother finally overdosed. After that, he starting doing all the things they warn you about it church. He got in contact with his mothers old dealer. She was a nice woman, always looked at him funny though when he'd come asking for drugs more than once a week. His mother had been onto something. The hallucinations helped him cope. He started smoking, and cutting. Watched porn, and lost his virginity at 16. How did the song go? "I'm on a highway to hell!" Well, yes, he was. When his dad kicked him out for being a fag, he went where he was safe. He moved in with Val. For the first year, it was amazing. He gave him drugs for free, showered him with gifts, and they had sex almost everyday. On Tony's eighteenth birthday, Val took him out to a nice stripclub. It felt amazing, the kind of enviroment he thrived in. Nothing but sex and drugs. While they were out, Val had asked him to sign a contact. "A simple deal. You're so good at sex, why not make money off of it? We can be together forever." And so, he had signed. That night, Val recorded them having sex, and posted it online. And so, he became a star. But after a while, stardom fades, and truths come out.