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@hellmxses sent “Smile for the camera.” / val for angel >:)

Smile for the camera, he says, as if it's that easy. Angel Dust has always been a performer, he's always been good at sex and putting on a show, but even he has limits.

How long have they been at this by now? How many cocks has he had, playing out rape fantasies, and he has the bruises to show it? His wrists sting from the earlier rope and he feels like he's swimming through a cloud of fog, moving slowly through water, because of the drugs.

That's what happens when he puts up a fight, Val drugs him and sometimes, Angel gives into that drug. Lets it take over so he can feel good and cope but right now all he can focus on is how sore his body eyes.

He isn't sure if the stinging of his cheek is from being hit by one of the other actors or if it was from Valentino himself, faces are starting to blur together as exhaustion starts to seep through.

But, he's a performer, and he knows if he does not perform well then it'll only land him in world of trouble.

"Nngh. Yeah, baby, just like that." He knows how to fake it, he knows how to put on a show, and so his back arches off the floor and his legs wrap tighter around the man who's name he's already forgotten to pull him closer and drive him deeper inside, gasping in pain that can easily be mistaken for pleasure.

He's already been pushed to his limits so he turns his head to look at Val who is behind the camera and he pleads with his eyes. A look that will no doubt work for the porn they're shooting but there's something deeper than.

Please. At least give me a fuckin' break.

His mind screams, as if Valentino will be able to read his mind. He wants a break to rest a bit, to clean himself of the cum stains upon his fur, to do anything other than be made to fuck in front of the camera.

A lot of the times, he enjoys it, but not when it's like this. Not when he's been going all day out of what? Some kind of punishment? He doesn't even know what he's done to piss Val off this time but he wants to make it better.

He'll seduce him through his soreness and exhaustion, if that's what it takes and so his lips curl up into an inviting smile, sharp teeth on display and he mouths something the camera won't quite catch.

Let me have you. Only you.

Put an end to all of this and let me have you.

Will it be any better? Angel Dust doubts it but sleeping with Valentino has always been preferred over the abuse of strangers. He's had enough of strangers using his body.

In some sick twisted way, maybe being with Valentino is his way of comforting himself. It's something familiar and Valentino always knows how to make him feel good. As fucked up as it is, being with Valentino won't just bring him pain like the rest of them currently are doing.

He wants to feel good now. Hasn't he suffered enough?

He tries again, angling his head so that the camera can't see and he mouths something else.

// Closed Thread with @poisonedspider & @hellmxses

This year, Valentino actually managed to convince Vox to go out to the club with him and Angel on his birthday. The moth was brimming with excitement, all but skipping toward the limousine that night. During the day, he'd been on a shopping spree with Velvette who bought him a bunch of new outfits. She didn't have the time (nor patience) to go clubbing with them, understandably so given that Val tended to spin even more out of control than usual when it was his special day.

Sporting one hell of a hot get-up, the pimp slipped into his car, arriving at the club shortly after the other two sinners. His platform heels clicked on the floor as he sauntered through the entrance, the crowd going wild as soon as he appeared at the scene. Every demon allowed inside was a hand-picked guest. Friends and employees, conquests and admirers. Valentino bathed in their attention, taking photos with some and clinking glasses with others, welcomed with his favorite drink by one of the waiters.

Eventually, he stole himself away to the VIP lounge where Vox and Angel would be waiting for him. Flopping down on the velvet couch, he gave his partner a cheeky smirk.

ཐིཋྀ "Regretting your choice already?", he asked teasingly,

"Or could it be... that Pride's number one workaholic actually enjoys a lavish party for his favorite moth man?"

Alastor's smile was more strained than normal, more forced. Though most didn't notice or didn't care, but the princess did. He looked down at her who was only pointing out as concern. The radio demon took a moment to center himself before turning to face her.

"There's things that some people can never truly understand because they've never experienced. You were raised protected, safe, and never had to live without. You were born into power and there's nothing anyone can do to take that power away from you." The stag explained to set the tone. "I came from nothing and I had to work harder than others to get anywhere. As an Overlord if I show weakness that makes me a target, I already have one from what I went through with Vox. My reputation is in question and if other's know that I'm vulnerable then not only I am at risk but as the hotel's host then they might think to attack my territory and those under my watch."

Valentino sat up like he'd been struck. "Not that big of a deal?! Vox, it was the card! My favorite one! The one with no limit! Do you know how humiliating it would be to use just any old credit card when purchasing Dior?! I'll be a laughingstock; I might as well be fucking poor!" He dropped back dramatically, buried his face back in the pillow. "You don't love me anymore, do you?! That's what this is!"

There was another sob, then total silence as he waited a moment to gauge Vox's reaction. He peeked at him through his fingers. Oh, he was just standing there. "You used to spoil me! You used to look at me like I was your whole world! Now you- You take things away from me?!" Another pause so he could huff and puff. "What's next? My rights? My dignity?"

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@hellmxses: ( cont. from here )

❛ if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up. ❜ / from val. very rare words LMAO from @hellmxses

"Th' fuck would ah' eva' do that f'?" Huffing, to the point that Valentino could probably hear the eye roll on the other side of the line. Really, Angel could sit and argue as to why that would never be necessary, but he knew that was a sure fire way to get the other to hang up on him. And that would do no good. After all, it wasn't like Angel Dust was often the one to call Valentino first nowadays. He'd ignore hundreds of calls, yet never initiate. Until now.

"Ain't no need f' phone sex. We ain't in high school." Not to mention he had a very much more stable option down at the bar. If Husk knew that Angel had snuck away to call Valentino, he'd probably scold him. But, this was important. At least it was in the spider's mind. Might as well get to the point. "Ah' need money, boss." Ripped off like a bandaid. Quick, easy, hopefully without too many question.

Vaggie perks a brow at the TV headed dude, before wiggling her index finger at his face.

A causal check of his watch. Well they weren't late -- yet. But they were going to be soon enough if things didn't move along soon. And Vox was not one who liked to be late to anything. No, no. That looked bad. Someone like himself just couldn't afford to be seen in public, arriving to any sort of event late. Especially one that they had endorsed and advertised all over the place. And while a fashion show wasn't necessarily something he cared too much about, he wasn't going to turn his nose up at something that would make them look good. Besides, it was meant to support Velvette and her contribution to their brand as well. Which, was just as equally important as the other two pieces. A heavy sigh left him. He was growing tired of waiting already and the car had already been pulled around, waiting for them. It was time to get the show on the road. So-- where was his OTHER partner? The one that controlled another big portion of their content. Vox was certain he had told Valentino about what was going on for the day a week ago. So he expected him to be on time and READY to go whenever he had mentioned their meeting time. Maybe he should have sent reminders. It wouldn't be surprising after all, if the moth had simply forgotten that something important outside of dealing with his whores called for his attention. Instructing his assistant to hold calls, he headed straight for the studio. Val's studio. His part of the tower in which all of his porn films were created. It made the most sense to check there for him first, considering he was almost always busy working on something or working over someone. Whatever it was that he might be doing, it wasn't showing up on time and that was all that Vox cared about. He could have zapped there in just a matter of moments if he chose to. The TV Overlord capable of moving through static electricity like that. But, giving just perhaps a chance of having a little bit more time to be ready, he had decided to just walk. Taking the elevator up from the lobby to one of the upper floors of the tower and taking the time to come down the corridor that led into the studio.

His hands were folded behind his back as he made his approach, his expression currently was flat. His mouth drawn into a thin line with his eyes narrowed in slight annoyance. Why did this have to be so difficult? Sometimes, he swore, he didn't know why he bothered. It would be so much easier if he just handled everything by himself it seemed. But the reality was that he couldn't do these things without the other two. They were a team. His team. Which meant that they were just as much part of his brand as they were and he wasn't about to let that just go down the drain. He'd worked far too hard to get to the point where they were now.