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cornerofmadnessSo the dead computer DID fix itself and it's alive again (12 years and still chugging) I was able to get everything off of there. Weirdly I was missing some class notes on the external drive so I'm glad I was able to get back in. Chrome no longer works at all but that's it. Everything else is fine.
Now I know this is just a stop gap and likely the next time it has to restart will be the last. I'm shopping for a new one now.
But this took up my entire day so have this week's story and oh,![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fandomtrees is back! I'm so excited. I said I'm going to do all new prompts because surely everyone is tired of the old ones. I didn't do that exactly....
Title: Why Do Fools Fall in Love
Summary: Now working with Husker for several months, Angel wants to convince him that he wants more than a business partnership. However someone has it out for him and those around him will pay the price.
Rating: teen
Author Note - Written for spikesgirl58’s six word challenge and the six words were Zoom, Oranges, Direction, Attack, Catch, & Rebel and for the allbingo prompt of fuzzy blanket and the lyrical titles challenge for the prompt of for 50s song using Why Do Fools Fall in Love by Frankie Lymon & the Teenagers. You can find the song here.
Chapter One
Angel adored the flying pole Husker had installed on his stage. He wanted to show him exactly how much he loved it but the bastard was still clinging to the whole ‘I own your soul, you can’t consent to sex’ bullshit. He was getting a little tired of Husker telling him he didn’t know his own mind. Why did everyone do that to him?
He forced his mind back on task. If he messed up now, he’d fall to the stage below in front of a full house and then he’d have weeks of not being able to have sex at all let alone with Husker. It would be a moot point because he’d be a sack of shattered bone. Unless you get those jumping legs under you just right. His legs could take a fall from a height like he was made for it. Still, he had a packed house and he didn’t want to traumatize anyone because he had spotted a few young imps out there who reminded him of his friend, Fizz.
Spinning back down to the stage, Angel performed a series of back flips and landed in a split as the music faded out. Panting, he rolled to his feet, adjusted his hot pink booty shorts, and bowed to his audience. Had Husker taken the time to watch? He didn’t always, which was okay because he was a busy overlord with a line of casinos and their managers busting his balls all day long.
If Husker was there, he didn’t approach as Angel zoomed past some of his thirstier fans and hid out in his dressing room. No one visited as he removed make up and fruitlessly tried to de-glitter his fluff. That shit was gonna be there for life. He snacked on some of the oranges he requested for after shows. The sugar perked him up as did the couple of lines of coke he did. When he opened the door, to his surprise, someone was waiting for him but it wasn’t Husker. His brother leaned against the wall, fiddling with a cigarette he no doubt desperately wanted to light but had nowhere to drop the ashes.
Angel narrowed his eyes. “How the hell did you get back here?”
“Cassidy brought me. Husker told her I was allowed.”
Had he? Husker hadn’t mentioned that to Angel but Cassidy was head of security and if Arackniss knew that much, it was probably true. His brother rarely lied to him. None of that explained why he was here. “Better question, why?”
Arackniss pushed off the wall. “I wanted to see a show. I found out this one was where you keep your damn clothes on so I thought, let’s see what Tony is doing now. Also I saw that poster for this you had put up right by my place. Could it have been more suggestive?”
Angel snorted, taking a cheap metal ashtray off his vanity. He shut the door. “You said you were tired of seeing all my old porn movie posters around so I thought here’s a fresh one for you.”
Arackniss sneered, grabbing the ashtray out of Angel’s hands and lighting up. “That’s not what I meant and your pervy ass knows it.”
Yeah, he did. He had put that poster up himself just to irritate his brother, the prude. “Did you like the show?” Might as well keep poking the bear, right? The worst Arackniss could do was attack him and it’s not as if they didn’t go hammer and tongs all the damn time. It might be fun to get a little of the aggression out but the thought shamed him. He shouldn’t look forward to slapping his brother around. He did care about him after all.
“Actually, yes. You are way more acrobatic than I gave you credit for. I knew you were athletic but wow, I am impressed, little brother.”
The praise took him by surprise. It rarely came from the direction of his family. For a moment Angel was silent, unsure what to say then spoke from the heart. “Thanks, that means a lot.”
“Yeah no one ever gave you credit for nothing. You were always good at the things you did, Tony. I can’t speak to your movies because I was not watching my baby brother fuck but other than that, you’re skilled, always were.” Arackniss said most of his speech to his own feet, struggling not to meet Angel’s eyes.
Angel patted his brother’s shoulder and started walking down the hall. “I appreciate that and all things considered, I’m glad you don’t watch my movies. That would be…weird.”
Arackniss snorted, smoke trickling from the corners of his mouth. “Even weirder for me. You wouldn’t know I was watching the movie but I’d be there seeing things there’s not enough booze to erase. Speaking of which, want to go get a drink?”
“I was hoping to drag Husker out tonight.”
Arackniss shook his head. “Nope. He left in a rush like two minutes after your show started. Cassidy said something about the Wild Heart casino.”
“Ah, okay yeah he’ll be gone for hours.” Arackniss didn’t need to know Husker suspected one of his managers at that casino was embezzling. Husker would do what overlords did and Angel had learned Husker definitely didn’t want company on those nights. Was he shielding Angel from his temper or did he truly want solitude? Angel had no idea. Regardless, he respected it. So much for plan Let’s Seduce Husker. He’d waited for months now to impress upon Husker that he did, in fact, consent to sex and he could barely even tell Husker owned his soul.
Angel held out two fingers for a cigarette and his brother settled one between them. He lit Angel up. “Sure, let’s go get that drink only I’d avoid the Wild Heart and any surrounding bars.”
Arackniss bobbed his head. “I saw the look in Husker’s eye. No one wants near an overlord in that mood.”
“See, you’re smart too. Papi always said we were dumb but he was never right about that,” Angel took a long drag and beckoned for his brother to follow.
“I never believed that,” Arackniss said.
“I did.” Angel hunched his shoulders. “You hear you’re dumb long enough, you believe it.”
A look that might have been pity flashed across Arackniss’ face. He never had done emotions well. The conversation lulled until Angel led them out into the street by a side door.
“Are we walking or driving?”
Arackniss glanced up at the sky, which was dark, the pentagram barely visible. It was deep night or such as it was in hell. “Almost no smoke or screaming right now, guess we could call that a nice night. Let’s walk. You know anyplace close nearby.”
“Actually at the end of the block is a small place, a little pricier to keep the riff raff out. They mix cocktails that you’d swear we were back among the living when you taste them.”
“Sounds good. Lead on.”
They hadn’t made it halfway up the block when someone screamed, ‘Angel Dust! I can’t believe it’s you!’
“Can we have an autograph?”
“Can’t wait to tell my friends we met you!”
Angel sighed, side eying his brother who snickered. He turned to see a trio heading his way, trying to catch his attention: a horse faced, tall fucker, one who looked like a stretched out bulldog and one with human features but had long fangs. “Sorry, guys, I’m off duty.”
“One little autograph won’t hurt,” the horse faced guy said.
“It was supposed to come with our tickets,” Fangs added.
“Don’t be rude.”
Angel glared at bulldog before glancing at Arackniss who shrugged and took a deep drag, making the end of his cigarette glow. He sighed. This was the kind of shit he always wanted to rebel against. He had times set aside for fan meet and greets but fans never knew where to draw the lines. Fizzarolli complained about the same thing. It was the price of celebrity.
“Okay, sure. Sorry you guys got rooked by someone on the tickets. I don’t have a pen on me.” He had room for nothing in his tight black booty shorts. At least Arackniss hadn’t said anything about them. His jacket pockets were empty. The only thing in his chest fluff tonight was a shit ton of glitter he had hoped Husker was going to fuck loose.
“I have one.” Fangs produced it and a picture of Angel.
He dutifully signed their items and took a selfie with Arackniss laughing under his breath.
“Have a good evening guys.”
“Come have a drink with us,” Bulldog invited.
“Sorry, I’m already booked tonight, guys.” He hooked a thumb at Arackniss.
The trio shot him a hot look. “Bring him,” Horseface said.
“Sorry,” Angel repeated.
“Aw come on,” Horsie insisted.
Arackniss stepped forward, his voice filled with menace that made him seem like he had actual physical presence. “You heard him. Not tonight. You got your autographs. Say thank you and fuck off.”
Cowed, they mumbled thank yous, some a little more hostile than others. Arackniss gave Angel a little shove down the sidewalk.
“Your fans,” he muttered when they were out of earshot.
“I know. Those three were good. You should see some of the requests I get.”
“Pretty sure I don’t want to.” Arackniss shuddered.
“Come over some time. You can help me answer fan mail.” Angel smirked as he reached for the bar doorknob.
“I would rather gouge all eight of my eyes out with a dull spoon.”
“Trust me, a lot of the letters will do that to you. Some of the things they do to the sex dolls they make of me…”
“Tony! Not the shit you tell your brother.”
Grinning broadly, Angel rolled on, “Doll me, Doll Fizzarolli and freaky fan is a hugely popular thruple.”
Angel dodged his brother’s fist expertly.
“Why did I ask you out?” Arackniss looked skyward as if heaven could hear him or maybe he expected the pentagram in the sky to answer him.
“I have literally no idea.”
“And it’s not like you can go to the Lust ring and do that imp clown to make your fans happy.”
“I’m surprised you even know who Fizzy is.”
“He’s on like a thousand TV shows and there’s that one, Nights at Ozzie’s. Looks like a place you’d like.”
Angel laughed, threading the crowd to get to a corner table he liked. “You’re not wrong. That’s mostly fake anyhow but you do realize I might not be able to get to Lust but Ozzie and Fizzy can get here.”
“If you are fucking a Deadly Sin and sucking imp dick, I do not want to know.” Arackniss threw himself into a chair with ill grace.
“I don’t have to confirm or deny. Just that tidbit of knowledge will do its own job on your brain.” Angel sat and beckoned to the waitress.
Arackniss made a face at him. “Stronzo! I take back every good thing I said about you tonight.”
“Too late. It’s already made me happy.” Angel fluffed up his chest fuzz, sending a shower of glitter everywhere, including all over Arackniss’ dark hair.
Arackniss tried to brush it out only managing to get it to clump around his eyes, glittering in the light. “And this is why you got hit a lot growing up.”
“Please, you never could hit higher than my knees.” Angel snorted and turned to the waitress and said, “I’d like a negroni. How about you, Niss?”
“Make it two.” Arackniss said before turning his glower back to Angel. “You might be right but I bet I can hit above your knees just enough to make it count.”
Angel crossed his legs just in case his brother decided to make good on the threat. “It slowly occurs to me that you were hanging out with Husker before my show. What have I told you about bonding with my man?”
“One, you can’t do a damn thing about it. He loves my young Anthony stories.” Arackniss flashed a feral grin. “And two, he’s not your man or have you made any progress there?”
Angel sighed, going loose limbed in the chair. “No. There’s a spark, Nissy. I swear.”
“Spark? More like lightning bolts thrown by Jupiter himself. Even I see it when you two are together and I’m as romantic as a stone,” Arackniss admitted. “And it’s not just you feeling it.”
That statement jolted Angel. Could Niss be right? Angel could hope. “I don’t know what to do about it. I was going to try and get him to give in tonight but not after what you told me.”
“You might simply have to wait out that year stipulation Valentino put on the wager for your soul.” Arackniss curled his lip. “Now you selling your soul is a point in Papi’s favor about your brain power.”
“You don’t have to tell me, Giovanni. I know that.” Angel looked away as Arackniss bristled at the use of his actual name. “What if he doesn’t let me go at the end of the year?”
“Is he hurting you?” Arackniss reached out and caught Angel’s chin. He turned Angel’s head side to side, studying him. “You look better than I’ve seen you in decades but emotional damage doesn’t always show.”
Angel gently pulled away. “Husker is a gentleman. He has barely even raised his voice to me and I’ve done some questionable things, not many mind you. I know he could rip my soul into confetti if he wanted. With me, he’s patient and kind but so was Valentino in the beginning. I’m scared because of that.”
“I wish I could help you.”
“There’s nothing you can do.” Angel scowled. “That might not be true. You two talk You could tell me things he enjoys, maybe things he’s never thought to talk to me about. Everyone knows I like sex, drugs, music and dancing and movies but they don’t always talk to me about other things. I was thinking if I take him out for a day of doing things he likes, maybe he’ll listen more carefully to what I’m saying about my feelings and consent.”
Arackniss sat back from the table as the waitress returned with their negronis. “I can do that.”
Angel smiled. “Thanks, Giovanni. That means more than you know.”
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Now I know this is just a stop gap and likely the next time it has to restart will be the last. I'm shopping for a new one now.
But this took up my entire day so have this week's story and oh,
fandomtrees is back! I'm so excited. I said I'm going to do all new prompts because surely everyone is tired of the old ones. I didn't do that exactly....Title: Why Do Fools Fall in Love
Summary: Now working with Husker for several months, Angel wants to convince him that he wants more than a business partnership. However someone has it out for him and those around him will pay the price.
Rating: teen
Author Note - Written for spikesgirl58’s six word challenge and the six words were Zoom, Oranges, Direction, Attack, Catch, & Rebel and for the allbingo prompt of fuzzy blanket and the lyrical titles challenge for the prompt of for 50s song using Why Do Fools Fall in Love by Frankie Lymon & the Teenagers. You can find the song here.
Chapter One
Angel adored the flying pole Husker had installed on his stage. He wanted to show him exactly how much he loved it but the bastard was still clinging to the whole ‘I own your soul, you can’t consent to sex’ bullshit. He was getting a little tired of Husker telling him he didn’t know his own mind. Why did everyone do that to him?
He forced his mind back on task. If he messed up now, he’d fall to the stage below in front of a full house and then he’d have weeks of not being able to have sex at all let alone with Husker. It would be a moot point because he’d be a sack of shattered bone. Unless you get those jumping legs under you just right. His legs could take a fall from a height like he was made for it. Still, he had a packed house and he didn’t want to traumatize anyone because he had spotted a few young imps out there who reminded him of his friend, Fizz.
Spinning back down to the stage, Angel performed a series of back flips and landed in a split as the music faded out. Panting, he rolled to his feet, adjusted his hot pink booty shorts, and bowed to his audience. Had Husker taken the time to watch? He didn’t always, which was okay because he was a busy overlord with a line of casinos and their managers busting his balls all day long.
If Husker was there, he didn’t approach as Angel zoomed past some of his thirstier fans and hid out in his dressing room. No one visited as he removed make up and fruitlessly tried to de-glitter his fluff. That shit was gonna be there for life. He snacked on some of the oranges he requested for after shows. The sugar perked him up as did the couple of lines of coke he did. When he opened the door, to his surprise, someone was waiting for him but it wasn’t Husker. His brother leaned against the wall, fiddling with a cigarette he no doubt desperately wanted to light but had nowhere to drop the ashes.
Angel narrowed his eyes. “How the hell did you get back here?”
“Cassidy brought me. Husker told her I was allowed.”
Had he? Husker hadn’t mentioned that to Angel but Cassidy was head of security and if Arackniss knew that much, it was probably true. His brother rarely lied to him. None of that explained why he was here. “Better question, why?”
Arackniss pushed off the wall. “I wanted to see a show. I found out this one was where you keep your damn clothes on so I thought, let’s see what Tony is doing now. Also I saw that poster for this you had put up right by my place. Could it have been more suggestive?”
Angel snorted, taking a cheap metal ashtray off his vanity. He shut the door. “You said you were tired of seeing all my old porn movie posters around so I thought here’s a fresh one for you.”
Arackniss sneered, grabbing the ashtray out of Angel’s hands and lighting up. “That’s not what I meant and your pervy ass knows it.”
Yeah, he did. He had put that poster up himself just to irritate his brother, the prude. “Did you like the show?” Might as well keep poking the bear, right? The worst Arackniss could do was attack him and it’s not as if they didn’t go hammer and tongs all the damn time. It might be fun to get a little of the aggression out but the thought shamed him. He shouldn’t look forward to slapping his brother around. He did care about him after all.
“Actually, yes. You are way more acrobatic than I gave you credit for. I knew you were athletic but wow, I am impressed, little brother.”
The praise took him by surprise. It rarely came from the direction of his family. For a moment Angel was silent, unsure what to say then spoke from the heart. “Thanks, that means a lot.”
“Yeah no one ever gave you credit for nothing. You were always good at the things you did, Tony. I can’t speak to your movies because I was not watching my baby brother fuck but other than that, you’re skilled, always were.” Arackniss said most of his speech to his own feet, struggling not to meet Angel’s eyes.
Angel patted his brother’s shoulder and started walking down the hall. “I appreciate that and all things considered, I’m glad you don’t watch my movies. That would be…weird.”
Arackniss snorted, smoke trickling from the corners of his mouth. “Even weirder for me. You wouldn’t know I was watching the movie but I’d be there seeing things there’s not enough booze to erase. Speaking of which, want to go get a drink?”
“I was hoping to drag Husker out tonight.”
Arackniss shook his head. “Nope. He left in a rush like two minutes after your show started. Cassidy said something about the Wild Heart casino.”
“Ah, okay yeah he’ll be gone for hours.” Arackniss didn’t need to know Husker suspected one of his managers at that casino was embezzling. Husker would do what overlords did and Angel had learned Husker definitely didn’t want company on those nights. Was he shielding Angel from his temper or did he truly want solitude? Angel had no idea. Regardless, he respected it. So much for plan Let’s Seduce Husker. He’d waited for months now to impress upon Husker that he did, in fact, consent to sex and he could barely even tell Husker owned his soul.
Angel held out two fingers for a cigarette and his brother settled one between them. He lit Angel up. “Sure, let’s go get that drink only I’d avoid the Wild Heart and any surrounding bars.”
Arackniss bobbed his head. “I saw the look in Husker’s eye. No one wants near an overlord in that mood.”
“See, you’re smart too. Papi always said we were dumb but he was never right about that,” Angel took a long drag and beckoned for his brother to follow.
“I never believed that,” Arackniss said.
“I did.” Angel hunched his shoulders. “You hear you’re dumb long enough, you believe it.”
A look that might have been pity flashed across Arackniss’ face. He never had done emotions well. The conversation lulled until Angel led them out into the street by a side door.
“Are we walking or driving?”
Arackniss glanced up at the sky, which was dark, the pentagram barely visible. It was deep night or such as it was in hell. “Almost no smoke or screaming right now, guess we could call that a nice night. Let’s walk. You know anyplace close nearby.”
“Actually at the end of the block is a small place, a little pricier to keep the riff raff out. They mix cocktails that you’d swear we were back among the living when you taste them.”
“Sounds good. Lead on.”
They hadn’t made it halfway up the block when someone screamed, ‘Angel Dust! I can’t believe it’s you!’
“Can we have an autograph?”
“Can’t wait to tell my friends we met you!”
Angel sighed, side eying his brother who snickered. He turned to see a trio heading his way, trying to catch his attention: a horse faced, tall fucker, one who looked like a stretched out bulldog and one with human features but had long fangs. “Sorry, guys, I’m off duty.”
“One little autograph won’t hurt,” the horse faced guy said.
“It was supposed to come with our tickets,” Fangs added.
“Don’t be rude.”
Angel glared at bulldog before glancing at Arackniss who shrugged and took a deep drag, making the end of his cigarette glow. He sighed. This was the kind of shit he always wanted to rebel against. He had times set aside for fan meet and greets but fans never knew where to draw the lines. Fizzarolli complained about the same thing. It was the price of celebrity.
“Okay, sure. Sorry you guys got rooked by someone on the tickets. I don’t have a pen on me.” He had room for nothing in his tight black booty shorts. At least Arackniss hadn’t said anything about them. His jacket pockets were empty. The only thing in his chest fluff tonight was a shit ton of glitter he had hoped Husker was going to fuck loose.
“I have one.” Fangs produced it and a picture of Angel.
He dutifully signed their items and took a selfie with Arackniss laughing under his breath.
“Have a good evening guys.”
“Come have a drink with us,” Bulldog invited.
“Sorry, I’m already booked tonight, guys.” He hooked a thumb at Arackniss.
The trio shot him a hot look. “Bring him,” Horseface said.
“Sorry,” Angel repeated.
“Aw come on,” Horsie insisted.
Arackniss stepped forward, his voice filled with menace that made him seem like he had actual physical presence. “You heard him. Not tonight. You got your autographs. Say thank you and fuck off.”
Cowed, they mumbled thank yous, some a little more hostile than others. Arackniss gave Angel a little shove down the sidewalk.
“Your fans,” he muttered when they were out of earshot.
“I know. Those three were good. You should see some of the requests I get.”
“Pretty sure I don’t want to.” Arackniss shuddered.
“Come over some time. You can help me answer fan mail.” Angel smirked as he reached for the bar doorknob.
“I would rather gouge all eight of my eyes out with a dull spoon.”
“Trust me, a lot of the letters will do that to you. Some of the things they do to the sex dolls they make of me…”
“Tony! Not the shit you tell your brother.”
Grinning broadly, Angel rolled on, “Doll me, Doll Fizzarolli and freaky fan is a hugely popular thruple.”
Angel dodged his brother’s fist expertly.
“Why did I ask you out?” Arackniss looked skyward as if heaven could hear him or maybe he expected the pentagram in the sky to answer him.
“I have literally no idea.”
“And it’s not like you can go to the Lust ring and do that imp clown to make your fans happy.”
“I’m surprised you even know who Fizzy is.”
“He’s on like a thousand TV shows and there’s that one, Nights at Ozzie’s. Looks like a place you’d like.”
Angel laughed, threading the crowd to get to a corner table he liked. “You’re not wrong. That’s mostly fake anyhow but you do realize I might not be able to get to Lust but Ozzie and Fizzy can get here.”
“If you are fucking a Deadly Sin and sucking imp dick, I do not want to know.” Arackniss threw himself into a chair with ill grace.
“I don’t have to confirm or deny. Just that tidbit of knowledge will do its own job on your brain.” Angel sat and beckoned to the waitress.
Arackniss made a face at him. “Stronzo! I take back every good thing I said about you tonight.”
“Too late. It’s already made me happy.” Angel fluffed up his chest fuzz, sending a shower of glitter everywhere, including all over Arackniss’ dark hair.
Arackniss tried to brush it out only managing to get it to clump around his eyes, glittering in the light. “And this is why you got hit a lot growing up.”
“Please, you never could hit higher than my knees.” Angel snorted and turned to the waitress and said, “I’d like a negroni. How about you, Niss?”
“Make it two.” Arackniss said before turning his glower back to Angel. “You might be right but I bet I can hit above your knees just enough to make it count.”
Angel crossed his legs just in case his brother decided to make good on the threat. “It slowly occurs to me that you were hanging out with Husker before my show. What have I told you about bonding with my man?”
“One, you can’t do a damn thing about it. He loves my young Anthony stories.” Arackniss flashed a feral grin. “And two, he’s not your man or have you made any progress there?”
Angel sighed, going loose limbed in the chair. “No. There’s a spark, Nissy. I swear.”
“Spark? More like lightning bolts thrown by Jupiter himself. Even I see it when you two are together and I’m as romantic as a stone,” Arackniss admitted. “And it’s not just you feeling it.”
That statement jolted Angel. Could Niss be right? Angel could hope. “I don’t know what to do about it. I was going to try and get him to give in tonight but not after what you told me.”
“You might simply have to wait out that year stipulation Valentino put on the wager for your soul.” Arackniss curled his lip. “Now you selling your soul is a point in Papi’s favor about your brain power.”
“You don’t have to tell me, Giovanni. I know that.” Angel looked away as Arackniss bristled at the use of his actual name. “What if he doesn’t let me go at the end of the year?”
“Is he hurting you?” Arackniss reached out and caught Angel’s chin. He turned Angel’s head side to side, studying him. “You look better than I’ve seen you in decades but emotional damage doesn’t always show.”
Angel gently pulled away. “Husker is a gentleman. He has barely even raised his voice to me and I’ve done some questionable things, not many mind you. I know he could rip my soul into confetti if he wanted. With me, he’s patient and kind but so was Valentino in the beginning. I’m scared because of that.”
“I wish I could help you.”
“There’s nothing you can do.” Angel scowled. “That might not be true. You two talk You could tell me things he enjoys, maybe things he’s never thought to talk to me about. Everyone knows I like sex, drugs, music and dancing and movies but they don’t always talk to me about other things. I was thinking if I take him out for a day of doing things he likes, maybe he’ll listen more carefully to what I’m saying about my feelings and consent.”
Arackniss sat back from the table as the waitress returned with their negronis. “I can do that.”
Angel smiled. “Thanks, Giovanni. That means more than you know.”
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