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Valentino.
Valentino.
Valen-fucking-tino!
That’s all that had been fueling Angels thoughts lately, and for some reason they weren’t hateful or lustful due to the moth sweet date rape spit, no they were one thing Angel thought he would never feel for the moth again.
Concern.
The spider demon hadn’t even felt that when he had saw Valentino sobbing over the loss of one of his overly gaudy antennas. All he had felt was something along the lines of “Oh what a pity!”.
He hadn’t felt this way for the moth in fucking years! Why was now so special?
Maybe his drugged up and wayward mind was freaking out about nothing, it’s not like his intuition has been right in years. It’s not like anything bad had actually happened…right?
Valentino was an Overlord, nobody would probably ever be able to hurt him! Well besides Vox but that “Flat faced prince” as both Velvette and the moth demon would oh so lovingly call him didn’t have the balls to be without his precious little pocket pussy.
So it didn’t make sense for Angel to be so worried about something that was probably just a run of the mill temper tantrum from the moth demon.
But then why did he feel so worried?
The spider whore hadn’t felt that way in a long while about him so why now? Why now when it probably didn’t even matter where he was? It’s not like Angel had just forgotten everything that Valentino had ever done, no he still absolutely despised him for his treatment of him. Duh.
Maybe he was just being crazy. Maybe he was just falling off the wagon a little too hard this time. And maybe Valentino was laugh and scorn him when he heard about this from either Vox, Velvette or some other hell spawn.
The porn actor hoped that that was really the case and that all of this would blow over and his mind would stop thinking of the worst case scenarios.
Either way it was time to get off work, all of their hours had been cut since Valentino wasn’t here and Vox didn’t want to pay them as much because of that. If his darling moth couldn’t be happy with their performance, than they wouldn’t be happy with their pay check.
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Angel was on his way back to the hotel, his heels clicking against the filthy sidewalks of the pentagram city’s Entertainment District. The streets always had stains of gum, semen, blood and throw up on them.
It was disgusting yea, but just don’t look at it was the golden rule when stepping over some date raped broad who was writing on the sidewalk.
The spider porn star had just been about to turn a corner when he heard soft, pained squeaks. He recognized that sound. That was the sound Valentino had made when he lost his antenna all those years ago.
Angel Dust could remember it like it was yesterday. Valentino had rushed into the studio with his makeup runny and completely ruined along with Vox who he was dragging limp behind him. Everyone had asked questions but he just went up to the penthouse.
The spider slut had been still living in the tower and heard those soft but pained whines and moth squeaks the had been emitted from him.
And that’s all he could hear now.
The pornstar slowly peeked into the alley but saw nothing, maybe he had snorted coke today and forgot. Yea, probably but why was his mind and body telling him to go in further to check it out to full completion?
Either way he obliged to his needs and what he saw, all huddled up in a corner had his eyes aiding and a soft gasp escaped his thin lips.
Valentino, stripped of his usual gaudy flare and arrogance. He had bite marks on his chest, that was visible through his torn up crop top. His legs were beaten to shit and one looked completely shattered.
Along with that his face caked in tears and ruined makeup, and his thighs…
They were completely soaked in blood. Angel could see his cock through his skirt that had been torn to shreds, but the pink pussy behind it was just red, dry, and looked like the blood that had been poured out of it had mixed with the dirt in the alley and had latched onto his slit, making it look like it was a maroon and cracked mess.
Valentino looked up at Angel, his iconic heart shaped sun glasses were cracked and broken, it hurt to look around and his eyes were brimmed with tears, tears that he tried to wipe away but just cause more to appear.
The moth man’s eyes were clearly irritated and hurting, due to the lights in the alley and the fact that he looked like he had cried so much that the usual soft red looked like the color of beets.
“Val..? Tino’..?” Angel asked sweetly as he slowly kneeled down. He knew that look on the young moths face. He had been raped. Clearly brutally, probably by multiple people, no wonder why he hadn’t come back yet.
He couldn’t.
Valentino whimpered softly when Angel addressed him softly. He didn’t wanna talk. He didn’t wanna see anyone. At this point he just wanted to be left alone and go home…eventually.
All he wanted right now was to snuggle up with Vox, he’ll maybe even Velvette’s bitch ass self while they all watch movies and he would be surrounded by people who loved and adored him in his own bed.
This wasn’t the first time this had happened. It just hadn’t happened since he rose to power with his sugar daddy.
Maybe he was never meant to rise to power…maybe he was just supposed to stay a cock sucking whore…
No.
He earned his spot fair and square. He had suffered for so long that if he hadn’t gotten to where he was than an Angelic bullet would’ve fixed all of his problems.
“Val..? Is this where you’ve been..?” Angel said with his eye brows slightly scrunched up. He was worried. His intuition had been right after all…he wasn’t fucking stupid sometimes like both Vox and Valentino always insinuated.
When Valentino didn’t respond and just hid his face, Angel sighed and decided the best idea would be to bring the moth to the hotel.
Vox would freak the fuck out of he had seen this and he did not want to ever be accused of taking advantage of the young moth.
“Can you stand, baby?” The porn star asked in a gentle tone, like he was talking to a young, fearful child.
The moth demon slowly shook his head, his wings wrapping around himself as he did so.
“Okay…it’s okay…m’ nit mad at cha’…you can look at me…” Angel’s wrist twitched, he wanted to pet the moth, it didn’t matter how much he hated him in the moment, right now he was vulnerable and scared and needed help.
And that was exactly what Angel was going to provide no matter what.
It could be just like the old days! When he and Valentino lived together, when Angel was working odd jobs and Valentino was working as a whore…
Angel had taken such good care of him when he would be groped and touched back then…why did Vox have to take that away from him..?! Why did he have to-?!
Oh. Valentino was staring at him.
The older man slowly reached out a hand as not to startle the already terrified younger man. He did not want to make the situation even worse than it already was. There was no reason for that right now at the moment.
Valentino scuttled away for a moment, back him self back into the nasty brick wall before slowly reaching an out a thin skeletal hand and taking his. He still wasn’t talking but it was progress.
“C’mon…we’re gonna go to the hotel okay..? Nobody’s gonna see you…” Angel whispered softly as those big bright moth eyes just stared at him with uncertainty.
“It’ll be okay…I’ll help you walk…” Angel gently help the moth overlord up and onto his feet. He didn’t miss the pained whine the the pimp let slip out of his soft lips though.
The walk back to the hotel was usually only about fifteen minutes but with all the stops they made, all the pauses and all the times Angel thought Valentino was genuinely going to collapse, it took nearly an hour to get through the doors.
When the two stepped in, Valentino looked like he was ready to pass right the fuck out but Angel couldn’t let that happen yet.
The spider whore saw Husk looking at them, positively dumbfounded at the thought of the same disgusting overlord that had hurt his friend oh so many times before.
He made a motion for the past overlord to calm down and mouthed something along the lines of I’ll explain later.
The cat demon nodded but glared at the clearly drugged up moth demon. All he could think about were all of the times Angel had come home with a new cut, or a new bruise, or a new anything that had caused him pain as the two disappeared up the stairs and into the spiders room.
Valentino whimpered softly as he was lead into the bathroom. He was gently set on the counter, shivering due to his princess parts being hit with the cold of the granite sink.
Angel started getting a bath ready for him, testing the water with his wrists to see if it would be too hot or too cold for the young man’s sensitive skin.
Once the bath was finally ready, the spider whore tried taking off the moths clothes but Valentino weakly thrashed against him. So instead, he decided picking up the moth would be the best option, leaving him In his clothes as he took his light body into his arms before setting him in the water.
Angel grabbed a few sweet and flower smelling shampoos, bath salts that claimed to soothe ache and mental pain, along with bath bombs that were supposed to distract the young man with the bright colors. He felt like he was taking care of a child, is this how Vox felt? No, Vox probably just wan the d a pussy to plow into.
Angel didn’t realize how jealous he was till now. He wished he was Vox. He wished he could see Valentino smiling brightly at him everyday instead of scowling.
It was an extremely hard but rewarding pill to swallow. One that made his insides twist and turn like a sickness.
The older man gently scrubbed the moths body to his hips. He didn’t want him to start crying if he touched his private bits, so he skipped to his mid thigh and continued from there.
By the end of the special treatment, Valentino looked half a second away from dozing off, but before he did that he mumbled, “Thanks Angie…” before passing out and lightly snoring.
Angel smiled softly before gently caressing the moths somewhat damp face. He scrubbed off off the makeup and grime on his skin before lifting him out of the bath tub and drying him off with a white fluffy towel while he held him like a baby.
Valentino was a lot am taller than him, that was for sure, so he gave him thigh high socks that only went to his knees, sweat pants that went to his mid calf, and a long shirt that went to his elbows, he made up for it with a robe before laying him down on the bed.
He just sat next to him for a while after tucking him in. He didn’t touch him. Only stared at the peaceful little face, and that limp and lanky body.
Where had it all went wrong?
When did they turn out so bad?!
Either way, it didn’t matter in the moment even though it hung heavy over him.
The plan for tomorrow was to give Valentino back to Vox.
And pretend this never fucking happened…