Abel's hubby

Husk bitterly mused in a drunken stupor over his--he didn’t know how many--trays of microwave mini tacos and however many beers he’d consumed--he lost count. Whiskey was his drink of choice, but nothing drowned his sorrows better than good, strong ale, and lots of it. At this point, even Alastor was concerned by how much he was drinking. He had been watching the poor cat for the past hour. He wondered how much longer he could go on like this, drowning his sorrows in alcohol, stuffing his face with greasy bar foods, and “singing” sad songs.

“Damn, I’m out of fuckin…” Husk uttered. He clumsily pushed his now-empty tray of mini tacos out of the way and reached for a giant tub of soft pretzel balls and a can of cold microwave beer cheese dip. Alastor was staring in fear. What was Husk planning? The forlorn feline opened the can with all the poise of a walrus in en pointe shoes, plucked a pretzel ball from the container and dipped it. He popped it in his mouth savouring the taste, before once again ravenously, drunkenly feasting. There had to be something to numb the pain, and it was gonna be him fitting those pretzel balls in his mouth if nothing else. Husk rested his head on the bar counter as he kept indulging himself. Was he indulging himself if he was so miserable? Either way, he was ever so slightly shocked when he popped a pretzel ball into his mouth and it was wet. 

‘What the fuck?” Husk looked and saw his claws were also dripping in…beer? He shrugged. “Fuck it.” He dipped another pretzel in his beer. It was all going to the same place anyway. Why would he care? Why should he care? What even was care? His heart was broken. Fuck it all. “Lover, come back to me~” he slurred.

Alastor had had it. He materialised right next to Husk, clearing his throat.

“Husker, I really do believe you’ve had enough.” Al tried to take away the evidence of Husk’s binge. He hugged his pretzel container to him like a cat clinging to their owner’s leg

“No!” he hissed. “Mine. All I have is this now, damn it!”

“If you miss him so much, why not just go visit him?” the demon suggested. The question woke him up. “Huh?!” Husk looked around at the mess he made. He looked down at himself. 

“You’ve been in this stupor for 3 months. Just go see him.” 

“I- Alastor. I can’t”

“Sure, you can. I give you my permission. As a matter of fact. I want you to go.”

“No, I-I can’t get past his fuck ass boss. Even if I do, I can’t see him looking like this.”

“Let me take care of that-- As for your appearance. I’m sure that won’t be a problem. Trust me.”

“What do you mean, man? I got fat. Look.” Husk grabbed his stomach fat. Still no shirt, though. He didn’t hate how he looked, but how would Angel feel? Al just leaned on his staff. “Trust me, I’m sure it’ll be fine,” the deer mused. He was very much in a state of bliss that comes with his “I know something you don’t know~”

The days had come and gone, and Husk had been busy trying to steel his nerves. Today was the day he would finally see Angel. He really hoped the spider would still like him despite his appearance changing. Husk looked at himself in the mirror. Alastor had manifested a nice suit for the bartender to wear, reminiscent of his overlord days. He finally bestowed upon him, drip. Husk checked himself out, analysing his new build and how the suit fit. He looked good, he thought. But would Angel feel the same?

This was set to be the perfect date. The lobby was abuzz with Charlie overseeing the preparations, but renting out Dante’s Inferno had been no easy feat. Not because of a lack of funding, but because of Lu and Al, yet again, trying to outperform each other. Lucifer swore he was the better matchmaker. After all, he was the only married one at the hotel and, well, he did also finesse both of Adam’s wives. Alastor had no real stake in proving him wrong, but he--ever the ragebaiter--saw to it that he would put his hat in the matchmaking ring. After so much back-and-forth, Vaggi and Charlie finally got them to compromise.

“Both of you, stop it. This is about Husk and Angel. Put your pride aside for more than 10 seconds so we can make sure this is the perfect date for them.”

“Yea! They need it”, Niffty interjected, pausing from her rat chase with Baxter.

The two at odds looked at eachother, neither wanting to cave. They rolled their eyes and begrudgingly shook hands in a truce.

The only loose end was getting Angel there. 

“Why don’t we just call Valentino?” Cherri suggested from her spot on the couch. 

“Yes. Perhaps pose as an anonymous client seeking the company of Angel Dust.” Baxter added, earning Niffty’s nod of approval.

“So, who’s gonna call?” Charlie asked, “I’m sure he knows my voice by now, so it can’t be me.”

“I can do it," Vaggi suggested. Baxter just shook his head pensively, “No. You’re not good at the act of deceit.”

“Hey-”

“Well, I can’t do it. I kicked his ass last time we dealt with them.” Cherri added. They went around narrowing down the options until there was one left.

“I can do it.” Lucifer declared. “Are you sure, dad? I’m sure anyone would recognise your voice at this point. You’re the king of Hell”

“I’m not ‘dad’. Nor am I Lucifer, king of Hell. ” He cleared his voice and postured himself. “I’m Ricardo Valentine, master of seduction, who is woefully lonely this Valentine’s Day.”

Vaggi facepalmed. 

Lucifer pulled out his phone, dialled *69 and called, putting the Moth on speaker.

“Hello, you’ve reached Valentino. Para español, aprieta dos.” Lu let the voice directory continue. “You’ve reached Valentino’s escort services. If you’d like to book an escort, press 6. If you’d to change an appointment , press 9. If you’d like to cancel your appointment, press 0. If you have any complaints, go fuck yourself. Just kidding. Press 3 and we will fix the issue right away”

Lu pressed 6. He cleared his throat and shifted around nervously.

“Hello, this is Valentino. How can I help you today?”

“Oh uhm yes hello. My name is Ricardo Valentine. I am a master of seduction and am interested in booking an escort for the night.”

“Oh, lonely this Valentine’s Day, huh? Well, don’t worry, we have plenty of lovely options for you. Girls, guys, does it matter to you?”

“Uh, preferably guys. I love to top them of course.”

 “We have Orgazmike, Duke, Glamazine, Angel Dust-”

“ANGEL--I- yes, Angel Dust.” ‘Ricardo’ responded. There was a pause on the line. 

“Looks like he’s all booked for the night.” Their hearts sank. Lu looked around for inspiration. 

“I can pay you 5 times the amount,” the king of Hell and international man of seduction blurted out. The line went silent again. After a beat, Valentino responded.

“Alright, Ricardo. You have a deal, but be careful with my goods- er my employee.” 

The Lobby erupted in silent celebration.

“Perfect.”

Payment details and time of meeting were discussed. The goal was in sight. 

“One thing, Mr uh…”

“Valentine, Ricardo Valentine, master of seduction.”

“Yes. Mr Valentine, you sound really familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?”

Shit.

“Uh…uh no? Don’t believe so?” Lu started to panic. 

“That’s a shame. You have a really sexy voice.” Valentino trilled. Lucifer blushed at the compliment. 

“Anyways. Angel Dust will see you at Dante’s Inferno at 8 pm. Thank you for your time and your money. Bye-bye now.”

The line went dead, and Lu hung up as well. The lobby was filled with cheers, and suddenly Husk felt…hope? And butterflies in his stomach. Fuck that. Birds were flapping around in his stomach. Was this actually happening? 

Husk checked the time. It was

“7:30?!” 

“Shit, I gotta go!” Husk exclaimed, speeding toward the door. 

“Wait, Husker. I got a car for you. It’s the least I can do as the best matchmaker.” 

They all looked at Alastor. “Please don’t start.”

Husk sat at the restaurant, shifting in his seat nervously. He checked his watch every 10 seconds, waiting for Angel. Finally, he saw Angel from across the empty restaurant. His heart began racing, and his breathing quickened. 

“I’m here for Ricardo…Valentine?” Angel told the host at the front. The host escorted him to the most romantic section of the restaurant, ushering him right to-

“Husk?” Angel’s eyes shot wide. “I - You-” The spider felt faint.

Husk stood up to rush to Angel, catching him before he fell. He escorted him to the seat across from his, pulling it out for him.

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“I- I can’t believe you’re here. You’re my client?!” Husk blushed

“Well, Lucifer made the call for me but…Heh. Guilty.”

“Aw you really missed me, huh whiskers?” Angel teased, already knowing the answer. He reached across the table and took his hands in his. Husk kissed them, mustering all of his old player confidence. “More than you know.”

The two caught up and enjoyed eachother’s company. Good food. Good drinks. Amazing date partner.

“So what have you been up to lately?” Angel asked, trailing his hand along the table toward Husk’s. Husk just blushed. “Uh, nothing much. Tending the bar like usual. Everything has been just about the same at the hotel. I miss- We miss you a lot, though.” Angel looked away sadly. He missed them, too. He missed Husk. He missed these quiet moments they got to share together. He missed showing Husk weird, cute animals on his phone. He looked back at Husk and perked up a bit. Hey, at least he got to be with Husk for this moment. For once, he could try to forget about the stranglehold Valentino had on him. 

“But hey. I’m here with you now, aren’t I?” Angel puffed his chest fluff and fluttered his eyes. Husk chuckled and rolled his eyes. “That you are.”

The date went smoothly, culminating in the two going back to the hotel after Husk’s convincing. The intimate tension between the two was palpable

Up in Husk’s room, near spotless because of how seldomly he’s in there, the two…shuffled around awkwardly?

“So uh…this is your room, huh? It’s nice.” Angel eeked out. Husk just smiled.

“Uh, thanks.” The room went silent. 

“Angel. I don’t wanna pressure you. But-” The cat exhaled, steadying his nerves. “You know you can stay. I want you to stay.”

“Husk, you know I can’t.”

Husk sighed, not wanting to ruin the good vibes they had going on. “At least stay for the night. Tell Val that ‘Ricardo Valentine’ needed you longer.” Angel looked around pensively, processing the idea. He knew it was risky, but he wanted nothing more--deep down inside-- than to stay with Husk.

“Okay. Okay, I’ll do it.” Husk exhaled like the wind had been knocked out of his lungs. This was the happiest he’d been in…forever?

“You make me so happy. You know that?” Husk asked, taking Angel’s hands in his own. Angel blushed. This is the first time someone has ever been so tender with him. It felt like more than he deserved, but damn it he was going to enjoy this moment.

“You deserve the world, legs. I mean that. I’m sorry I can only give you what I have but I hope you’ll accept it. Accept me.”

“Oh, Husk.” Angel was melting. “I- I could just kiss you right now.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Angel bent down and kissed him. Sparks flew immediately as Husk returned the kiss. Once broken, the cat tenderly lifted the Spider and placed him on the bed. Angel was flustered. Sure, he’s had sex plenty of times before. This was far from his first rodeo. He had just never seen Husk like this. Soft, erotic, forward.

Husk crawled on top of him, kissing Angel all the way up, starting with his legs, having access from the slit of the spider’s dress. The kisses were gentle, but still hungry nonetheless. Angel was in pure euphoria. He couldn’t remember the last time this felt so good. He moaned and sighed at Husk’s ministrations. He began tearing up from the sheer bliss.

 Once face-to-face with Angel, Husk placed one last kiss on his waiting lips before speaking. “Angel, what’s wrong? If you don’t want to continue, we can stop.” The cat wiped Angel’s tears away and made a move to get off of him. Angel used his second set of arms to hold Husk in place. 

“No, this is great. Really. I’ve just…never … It’s never been this good to me. Hasn’t been in forever. Let’s keep going. Please.” Angel sighed. Husk took that as his cue to begin kissing the spider once again. Angel threw his head back once Husk reached his neck.

“Oh, Husky~” he sighed and reached for his wings, caressing them gently. Angel felt Husk grow against his pants.

“Husk,” Angel chuckled. “You really gonna do me fully dressed?”

“Oh-” Husk suddenly remembered the other thing he was worried about. Angel hadn’t rejected him so far based on his newly acquired heft. Why would he reject him now….is what Husk wanted to think. In reality, he was internally panicking. 

Fuck, what if he doesn’t like me or find me attractive after this?

Husk steeled his nerves and sighed. He could be brave. If Angel really rejected him after this, was it really worth trying to be with him in the first place? Husk slowly removed his suspenders, bow tie, and shirt, revealing his larger form. Angel sat up and his eyes widened, and he smiled incredulously. 

A “Damn~” was all the taller could manage. “Give us a little turn~” Husk bashfully turned in a circle. He motioned for Husk to come back to the bed. Husk sat next to him 

“Fuck, so that’s what you’ve been up to while I’ve been gone huh?” Angel purred, tracing his hands along Husk’s belly. 

“Uh, heh. Well uh. I just switched to beer and cheap bar foods. Heh. Uh..”

“Mhmmm~” Angel just hummed, completely distracted by Husk’s build as the cat continued explaining himself. 

“....I could try to lose it if you want.”

Record scratch. Huh? What? Noooo

“Why would I want that?”

“I don’t know. I just figured…I mean…look at you.” Husk gestured. “You’re gorgeous.”

“Husky~” Angel caressed the cat’s face. “You ain’t too bad yourself. Only change if you want to. If you like how you are now, that’s fine by me.” Angel snaked a hand back down to Husk’s soft stomach and pinched the fat there lightly. “More than fine by me, really~” the spider mused. 

“Come here, you~” Husk pounced once again

“Oh, Husk~”

Epilogue

After all went quiet, Alastor quietly snuck into Husk’s room, finding the two lovebirds asleep, cuddling under the covers. The deer snuck a picture of the two, then exited the room. He had an incentive to make sure Angel stayed at the hotel.

‘Oh, ain’t this just such a happy display?’ Alastor thought as he scrolled through his phone to find Vox’s number. He attached the photo to his message 

‘I’m taking him back, old pal. Get fucked.’ 

And sent. Alastor quickly moved the photo into his “gross. Do not touch” folder and went back to his room. ‘It sickens me.’

Fin

Happy Valentine’s Day!!