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Angel hates April 1st.
April 1st is his birthday.
Angel hates his birthday. It used to be somewhat tolerable when he was a little kid. Molly would be around. His mom and Nonna would bake a cake for the twins, they would blow out candles together, and they would exchange gifts. When he became a teenager, that all started to end. His father thought that birthdays were a waste, especially for boys. He thought it was a “sissy thing”, celebrating with cake and gifts. So Anthony just…stopped. He stopped giving a shit about his birthday. He would still send Molly a card on her birthday because he adored her, but he didn’t bother with his birthday anymore. It just became another day.
When Anthony arrived in Hell, he thought it could be different.
He could rewrite his story. Become a better version of himself. When Anthony met Val, it felt like the perfect opportunity to change. To maybe even get to celebrate his birthday.
He still remembers the day he had told Val about his birthday.
….
“Hey, Val, today is kinda a special day for me…”
Val looked up from his phone.
“Oh, I know it is mi amor.”
Anthony’s face brightened. How did he know it was his birthday?
“I have something extra special for you.” Val held out a piece of paper with a bow around it.
Anthony took it gingerly out of Valentino’s hands.
“What is this, Val?”
Valentino grinned, his gold tooth gleaming in the studio’s bright stage lights.
“You’ve been working so well here, Anthony. I love you more than anything. And I think that this is the best way to truly show how much you love me. So…this will bind your soul to mine.“
Anthony’s hands shook. He felt so much excitement because he loved Val more than anything, but he was also frightened of what this would mean for them, for their relationship.
“Would this change anything between us?”
Val gasped and clutched Anthony’s hands.
“Of course not, darling. This is just…a legal way to bind us together forever. Think of it as a way for you to always be my Angel. All you have to do is sign on the dotted line.”
Anthony smiled brightly up at Val and took the pen out of the moth’s hand. He wrote down his name, Anthony, and signed with a heart at the end.
“Yes, Val.”
…
Anthony was long gone. Angel Dust was now in his place. A perfect mask that could never slip off. Well…it did around a certain feline. But said cat wasn’t here right now.
“CUT!”
Val’s voice screeched as Angel sat up from the studio bed with a groan. His holes were fucking aching from being fucked all day. A small part of him hoped that he would get to go home early because it was his birthday, but the spider knew that was just wishful thinking.
“Angel Cakes, what the fuck is wrong with you? You can’t even fuck one guy right! You get paid to fuck!”
Angel felt a slap come hard across his face. He winced at the pain. He promised Husk he wouldn’t take any drugs, and he hadn’t, which he knew the cat would be proud of, but now he could feel every slap, every punch, every choke hold, with no buffer between him and the pain.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. Just am off my game today, I guess,” Angel said quietly, trying to smile seductively enough that he wouldn’t get hit again. Val blew his red smoke into the spider’s face. He grinned through the sickly sweet smell.
“You’re fucking lucky that I have shit to do tonight, otherwise you’d have a much bigger punishment than this. Get it together, or I won’t be as nice next time, mi amor,” Val said with a sadistic snarl. Angel silently nodded and hobbled off to his dressing room, hoping that his tears wouldn’t run over.
A chime from Angel’s phone made his heart flutter. Angel had put in a custom ringtone for Husk’s text messages, so hearing that ding never failed to make him grin.
Husky: Hey baby, have to do some shit for Al tonight. Sorry I can’t be at the bar for you tonight. Promise I’ll make it up to you.
Angel’s hands began to shake. His bottom lip began to quiver, and as he reread those words from Husk, he couldn’t stop the tears from falling.
Stupid feelings.
Me: All good baby. See you tomorrow night sexy kitty~
Angel forced himself to wipe his tears away and put on his clothes. He gave himself one last look in his dressing room vanity mirror and pulled a too-tight smile on his face.
It’s fine, everything is fine.
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The walk back to the hotel was full of reminiscing and loneliness. Angel wonders what it would’ve been like if he hadn’t signed his contract with Valentino on his birthday all those years ago. If he had met Husk before he met Valentino. If Charlie had never started the Hazbin Hotel. If Husk could be his lover.
Angel knew that Husk would never be his lover. No matter how much he wished and begged silently in his head. The “L” word on the tip of his tongue every time Husk bandages Angel’s wounds, or prepares him a warm bubble bath or hugs him.
As Angel opened the doors to the hotel lobby, he was surprised to see Charlie waiting on one of the couches.
“Hi, Angel!” The princess waved and had a giddy smile on her face.
What’s she so happy about tonight?
“Hey, dollface. Why are you up so late?” Angel watched as Charlie cocked her head to the side, over by the bar.
“Well, I know Husk usually waits for you, but he had some…things to do, so he asked if I could make sure you got home okay!” Angel’s heart raced a bit as the girl said those words.
He still thought of you, even when he had to leave.
“Well, I’m all good, Chuck. Sorry to make ya wait up,” Angel said with a small smile as he ruffled Charlie’s hair. She pulled him into a tight hug, and the spider slowly reciprocated it.
“I’m gonna head to bed, okay? Have a good night, Char,” Angel said softly. Charlie pulled away and nodded, giving Angel a small but genuine smile back.
“Have a good night, Angie.” The princess skipped off to who-knows-where as Angel sighed, scrubbing one of his hands over his face as he walked up the stairs to his room.
Did I leave my door unlocked?
Angel was confused when he opened the door, which he almost always locks before he leaves for work, was unlocking without a key.
He opened his door and almost burst into tears right there in the doorway.
“Happy birthday, loser,” Husk said with a smile. He was wearing a pale pink button-down with the usual pants and suspenders. His fur looked shinier than usual, and he held a small cake in his hands that was full of strawberries on the top.
“But-I thought you had shit to do tonight,” Angel said, his voice thick with tears. As he brushed the tears away, he saw mascara on his hands, probably running down his face at an alarming rate. Husk had set the cake down on Angel’s vanity and stood in front of the spider, gently brushing away those tears with his paws.
“Baby, it was a lie. Sorry, just had to throw you off the scent.” Angel giggled and hugged Husk. the feline wrapped his tail around his waist. Angel tried not to think about the warmth in both his chest and his belly.
“How did ya even know it was my birthday, Whiskers?” Angel said, his voice being muffled by Husk’s fur. He felt Husk’s body move up and down as he laughed.
“You told me one night when you were really drunk. So I thought I could surprise you.”
Angel felt another sob coming out.
“Ya really didn’t have to do this for lil’ ol me, Husky.” Husk pulled away and pouted at Angel’s words.
“You’re special to me, Angie. I know I didn’t have to. I wanted to.”
Angel looked down at Husk’s amber eyes, full of warmth and kindness. Before he could even think about what he was doing, he gave Husk a peck on the lips. He gasped as he realized what he just did.
“I-I’m really sorry-”
Husk put his one of paws on Angel’s waist and another on his cheek as he kissed Angel. It was a closed-lipped kiss, but it was more intimate than any kiss Angel had ever received on set. The spider moaned softly and tugged Husk closer. The two fell back onto Angel’s bed as he climbed into the feline’s lap. Husk pulled away, still cradling Angel’s face.
“Wait, Angie-”
Husk gave Angel another peck on the lips as a way to ensure that he wasn’t angry or disgusted by him.
“Are you sure you want to do this? You don’t owe me anything. I just did this to make you smile-”
“Husk.”
The feline’s mouth shut as Angel giggled into his fur.
“I’ve wanted to kiss ya fah’ way too long. I know I don’t have to. I want to.” Husk grinned as Angel mimicked the words he had said just a few minutes ago.
“As long as you’re sure. We don’t even have to have sex, we can just kiss.”
Angel thought about it for a moment. When was the last time he could decide? As he gazed at the cat’s warm eyes, his now swollen lips, and his mused fur, he knew what the answer was.
“I want to. If you want to.”
Husk grinned and allowed Angel to wrap his long legs around his waist.
“Do you wanna lead?”
Angel paused.
“You…would let me top ya?” He scratched at one of Husk’s fluffy ears, which caused a purr. Angel’s heart swooned at the noise.
“I’m fine with whatever you want to do, Angel. I just want you to feel comfortable.”
Angel felt that familiar warmth in his gut as he gently pushed Husk back onto his mattress and climbed on top of him.
“Call me Anthony. That’s…my name. I wanna be your Anthony tonight. I wanna be yours, Husk.”
Husk’s whiskers twitched when Angel said that, and he nodded silently.
“What’s your safe word, babydoll?”
“Hmm…what about loser?”
Husk snorted and agreed to the safeword.
“Now shut up and kiss me,” Angel growled. He slowly tugged off Husk’s suspenders, allowing them to fall to the cat’s waist. He unbuttoned Husk’s shirt with one hand, played with his ears with another set, and used his final pair to lightly graze over the bulge in the cat’s pants. Husk let out a groan as Angel did that.
Husk got to work unzipping Angel’s skirt and taking off his blouse, making sure that he felt safe. Angel whined yes. Angel pulled down Husk’s pants, leaving the feline only with his boxers on.
“May I?” Angel tugged at the waistband of the boxers.
“Course, baby.” Angel grinned as he eagerly pulled off the boxers to reveal Husk’s rock-hard dick, dripping with precum. The spider cooed at the sight of his lover.
“All this is for me, kitty?” Angel ran a hand over the length, which caused a soft moan to come out of Husk’s mouth.
“You…you too. Wanna see you too.” Angel briefly got up from straddling Husk so that he could pull down his panties. His dick came out, already swollen and bulging. Husk grinned lazily at Angel, squeezing his hips lightly. The spider let out a moan.
“Want me to go down on you, Anthony?”
Angel’s voice got caught in his throat. Not because Husk offered to suck him off (well, maybe that’s a part of it) but that’s not why. He couldn’t remember the last time he was called Anthony. The last time he was Anthony…
“Baby, it’s just you and me. Breathe,” Husk said, running his fingers through Angel’s hair. The motion stopped Angel from spiraling, stopped him from remembering that terrible day.
“Sorry, ‘s not you, just…” Angel couldn’t say it. He would later, but not right now. He wanted to savor this moment.
“Do you want to stop? I won’t be upset if you want to.” Husk let go of Angel, allowing him to have space to move, but Angel gripped onto Husk’s paw and climbed back on the cat.
“No. I won’t let him ruin this for us. For me. I wanna continue.” Angel’s voice was strong, stronger than it had been all day. Husk hugged Angel, kissing his forehead.
“I want ya to go down on me, Husky,” Angel said, his voice so quiet it was barely above a whisper. He climbed off of Husk once again, allowing the feline to put his head between Angel’s now parted legs. He licked his lips, causing Angel’s tip to drip.
“Alright, baby. Hold still just for a sec…”
Angel screamed out in pleasure.
Husk’s tongue had an almost sandpaper-like texture, but it wasn’t painful. It was so different than anything at the studio. Anything he had ever experienced before. Husk was so gentle, slowly bobbing his head up and down as he took more of Angel’s length in his mouth. Angel wasn’t huge by any means, but he wasn’t small either. But Husk devoured Angel’s cock so gracefully. He couldn’t help but slightly buck his hips, wanting Husk to take it all in as far as he possibly could. He mewled as Husk began to purr again, the feeling similar to one of a vibrator. He tapped Husk’s shoulder.
“Husky, I’m close…”
Husk looked up, a small thing of saliva dripping down his lip. Angel brushed it away.
“Do you want to come?”
Angel nodded.
“Then come, baby.”
Husk went back to greedily licking Angel’s cock. With a single firm yet gentle squeeze to Angel’s thighs, he lost control. His cum painted Husk’s throat white, and the cat ate all of it up, like a kitten who wanted milk. The thought made Angel moan.
“Was…that okay?” Husk sat up once again and looked at Angel, who had a dazed but genuinely happy smile on his face.
“Better than okay, kitty cat. You did great,” Angel said, kissing Husk gently, nibbling at the cat’s bottom lip.
“My turn to make ya feel good, Husky.” Angel pulled Husk into his lap, pulling out a bottle of lube from his bedside table. He poured a bit onto his hand.
“I’m gonna stretch ya out, Husky.”
Husk nodded, letting his head drop onto Angel’s shoulder. He moaned quietly as he felt one of Angel’s fingers go in. The spider slowly put in a second one, stretching Husk out beautifully, earning him more sweet sounds. He pulled his fingers out eventually and put the remainder of the lube on his own cock.
“Do you want me to wear a condom? I get tested, like, once every three months, but I just wanted to ask,” Angel said, rubbing behind Husk’s ears. He loved doing that because it always made Husk purr.
“No, it’s okay. I want…to feel you cum inside me.”
Angel’s heart pounded at those words. He lined up his dick with Husk’s now well-stretched entrance. He kissed the feline’s nose.
“I’m gonna push in now, just tell me if it hurts.”
Angel pulled Husk down on his cock, already feeling just how tight the feline was despite being prepped beforehand. The two moaned as Angel slowly pushed in more.
“Ya still with me, Whiskers?”
Husk looked up at Angel’s eyes. He looked dazed but very pleased.
“All good. You doin’ okay?” Angel nodded yes, a gasp coming out as he was finally able to get past Husk’s tight walls and allow Husk to be fully seated in his lap. Husk could feel Angel’s cock twitch inside him.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Husk,” Angel said breathlessly. Husk squeezed Angel’s hand tightly in response.
“Can I move, Husky?”
“Of course, babydoll,” Husk said, his tongue slightly lolled out.
Angel pushed himself almost all the way out, then thrust back in. Husk meowed at the feeling, clearly unable to control the sounds that came out of his mouth. Angel giggled, which turned into a moan as he thrust in and out slowly. If this was anyone else, he would’ve gone fast. He probably wouldn’t be the one on top. He would force out fake moans to make the guy come as fast as possible so that he could throw on his robe and clean himself up.
But this was Husk.
Angel wanted to feel everything. Every thrust, every time that Husk’s walls tightened around his incredibly hard cock, every pretty moan they made together. Angel wanted to tattoo this memory into his mind and never forget it for the rest of his days.
“You’re so good, Anthony, so so beautiful,” Husk cried out, nuzzling into Angel’s neck. Angel began to move faster, still keeping a steady pace, not wanting this to end.
“Anthony, I’m gonna come.” Husk looked absolutely gorgeous. His fur was slightly dampened, his face flushed, his lips glistening with their mixed salivas, paws holding onto Angel.
“Then come, pretty kitty.”
Husk groaned as he came into Angel’s palm. The spider licked it off of his hand, humming at the taste. He couldn’t help but move faster, desperate to come inside his Husk.
It didn’t take much longer for Angel to come. He cried out the feline’s name over and over, moans becoming louder than ever. Others would pay thousands for a reaction as genuine as this. But they would never get it. Only Husk could make Angel come like this, could make him moan like this.
Angel held Husk close as he slowly pulled out. The two slumped on the bed. Husk got up. Angel felt himself begin to panic.
“Please don’t leave.”
Husk squeezed Angel’s hand gently.
“Wasn’t gonna, Anthony. I’m just gonna run a bath for the two of us.”
Oh.
Angel let go of Husk’s hand as the cat walked to the bathroom, hearing the water run quietly. He sat up and looked at the cake still sitting on the table. He saw it had the words “Buon Compleanno, piccolo ragno” written on it, strawberries surrounding the edges.
(Happy birthday, little spider)
Angel’s heartstrings tugged at his chest while he took a picture of the cake. He wanted to cherish this memory forever.
“C'mon, baby. Let’s go get cleaned up.” Husk had appeared back in the bedroom, holding out a paw to Angel. He giggled and took it.
The bathtub was full of pink bubbles, just how Angel liked it. Husk helped him into the bath first, then allowed himself to get in carefully afterward. Angel had to tuck his legs in so that Husk still had room, but he couldn't care less. He was just so damn happy in that moment.
“Thanks, Husky,” Angel said as he washed himself off.
“For what?”
“For being here. For makin’ me feel special. For even just remembering my birthday.”
Husk grinned and kissed Angel’s forehead.
“I have one last surprise for you when we’re done.” Angel’s smile somehow got even brighter, and Husk laughed.
After both getting washed off and dried, Angel and Husk went back into the bedroom. It smelled a bit like sex, strawberries, and whiskey. It was perfect to Angel.
Husk went over to the loveseat and took out a small wrapped box. He handed it to the spider, who sat back down on the bed, the cake now on the bedside table, waiting to be eaten.
“I dunno if this is even any good, but I hope ya like it.”
Angel smiled at Husk.
“Baby, whatever ya got me, I’m sure I’ll love it.” Angel opened the box and went quiet.
Inside there was a very simple-looking ring. It had two stones, one tiger eye and one rose quartz in the middle. It was a lovely golden color. He looked closely at it and saw an engravement on the inside.
Mio Angelo.
(My Angel.)
Angel felt his eyes tear up for the umpteenth time that night. But he didn’t care anymore. These were happy tears. He slid the ring on his finger and kissed Husk tenderly.
“Thank you, Husk.”
When the tears finally stopped flowing, Angel got to cut his cake. A piece for him, and a piece for Husk. It was one of the best things he’d ever tasted.
“Does this mean we’re dating now?” Angel asked, his mouth full of cake. Husk laughed as he brushed a crumb off of the spider’s mouth.
“Wasn’t that obvious, baby?” Angel pouted, his cheeks dusted pink.
“I dunno, maybe ya have to say it out loud.” He grinned cheekily at Husk, who rolled his eyes fondly.
“Alright then. Anthony, will you be my boyfriend?”
Angel tapped his chin as if he was thinking about it carefully, but he knew that Husk knew the answer.
“Course I will, baby,” Angel pulled his lover into a kiss, laughing to himself about just how domestic the scene was.
“By the way, Charlie has your pig tonight. She wanted to make sure he didn’t eat the cake,” Husk chuckled. Angel sighed and laughed.
“Yeah, that’s somethin’ my Nuggs would do.” Angel laughed at the image in his head of Fat Nuggets being covered in frosting and cake.
“And also, be prepared to have a party tomorrow. I made Charlie promise we could have this tonight, but she wants to celebrate with everyone tomorrow. Cherri is also gonna come.” Angel clapped his hands together.
“Then I’ll get to show off my ring and my new boyfriend~” Husk playfully shoved Angel away, then pulled him back to him with his wing.
Angel is hopeful for tomorrow, but right now, he’s more than happy to eat cake with his boyfriend and watch romcoms late into the night while cuddling under the blankets.
It was the best birthday he’s ever had.