Made it to Dayton
Aug. 29th, 2025 08:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cornerofmadnessIt's been a loooong day of multiple lab sections and then driving 2 hours. It's a very easy drive, literally three turns and two of them are in Dayton. This hotel is in a huge mall that sprawls for about four lights and on both sides of the road but it means I have plenty of food around me. I opted for the Rusty Bucket which sees to be a chain in SW Ohio (I've been to the one in Cincinnati) their cold brew martini was amazing, best part of the meal.
I almost went to the Blue Crab Juicy seafood bar but I wasn't sure about it (and it's right next door to Lust, the strip club which is probably directly behind this hotel. Oh geeze. Well it's not like I didn't live behind one for years) I looked it up. Maybe tomorrow...
This room is weird. Maybe wheelchair accessible? Doesn't say it (but at least it's on the ground floor) the bed is orientated not to the tv but to the window with your head to the door. I thought maybe it would be hard to get a wheelchair around the room if it was the normal way. Nice room though with a shower no tub. I appreciate that.
Wrote a story (NSFW)
Title: Brothers, Troublemakers and Apologies
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Summary: After a sweet morning of trying out new sex games, Angel has high hopes for the rest of the day with Husk. All that ends when retribution comes for him. He really shouldn’t have stolen Arackniss’ car.
Rating: explicit
Author Note - written for spikesgirl58’s six word challenge and the six words were Kindly, Breed, Mother, Complete, Milky, & Tremble, for allbingo’s prompt of family matters and for summer of the 69. While this is part of the Power Play series, it is a stand alone. You don't need to read the others (but please do if you're so moved) All you need to know is the Vees have been disposed of and Angel stole Arackniss' car last story.
Husk twirled his tongue around Angel’s cock as he deftly worked the thick prostate massager in and almost all the way out of Angel, its buzzing teasing his ring of muscle before getting slammed home to turn that delicious torment back on his p-spot. As promised, Husk was no stranger to this but it was the first time they had introduced toys to their new relationship. Angel hadn’t been sure the grumpy old bastard knew his way around a vibrator. He couldn’t be more happy to be wrong.
Angel shifted his weight on the mattress so he could slide Husk’s cock even deeper into his own mouth. With one hand he caressed his lover’s fuzzy balls, while another set of hands stroked his buttocks and wielded another vibrator without mercy, as if Husk would even think to ask for any. His tail kept flicking against Angel, tickling him with the feathers. The tip of one of his wings continually caressed Angel’s shoulder as his mouth worked against Husk’s shaft. Angel might not quite have Husk’s wings flapping – one was pinned against the bed – but he was damn close. They had definitely flapped last night when they hadn’t even quite made it to his bed and done it hard and hot on the floor.
Feeling Husk’s thighs tremble under his touch, Angel rolled his tongue under Husk’s cock’s frenulum and bumped the speed up on the vibrator a little more. Husk groaned around Angel’s shaft but he didn’t stop his own sweet administrations. Angel wasn’t quite as close to losing it as Husk but hey, porn stars had stamina, right? Husk took a move out of Angel’s playbook and upped the speed of the massager, eliciting a long, loud moan from Angel who let Husk slip free of his mouth.
Taking him back in greedily, Angel ruffled his fingers through Husk’s thick fur, tasting his sweat and musk. Angel hadn’t known spiders could do that and it had been a big shock to his system back in his early days. He used tasty oils in his gloves and socks to make him happy all day. The meaty and slightly bitter and salty taste of Husk’s cock made him damn happy too. Letting Husk pop free again, he gave the vibrator a little twist and nibbled on Husk’s inner thigh.
Husk came with a throaty gasp, letting Angel free of his mouth. Angel sucked one of Husk’s jewels into his mouth giving it some delicate attention before rolling his lover onto his back. Angel straddled him, one set of hands caressing his chest until he purred. Angel pressed against him, enjoying that rumble. Husk pushed a hand between their bodies so he could stroke Angel. His claws might be sharp but his palms were soft and his fingers talented. It wasn’t just cards and saxophones Husk knew how to play. He played Angel’s cock like Coltrane played sax, inventive and driving.
Angel used his lowest set of hands to pleasure himself with the vibrator, its buzzing playing against the rumbles of Husk’s purr against his cheek. He thrust into Husk’s hand, bringing himself off, waves of pleasure flowing through him. He rested on top Husk’s body, Husk stroking his back until finally they both could move. It took longer to shower and dress. Angel woke up Fat Nuggets – who could sleep through a bombing run and was well trained to ignore his daddy’s sex life – put him in a harness and together with Husk, walked down to the lobby. Angel couldn’t help beaming, thinking about getting to walk outside with the man he’d fallen so hard for without worry. Valentino would never beat him again, never rape him, never take up all his time even when he wasn’t there.
“That’s a big smile,” Husk said, looking past Angel to the neon spiderweb Lucifer had worked into the lobby. It glowed in the corner. Someone probably should turn it off in the day.
“Just thinking with Valentino dead, I’ll never have to utter idiot lines like come on, daddy, tear these panties off my milky fur.” Angel rolled his eyes. “But by all means you can tear mine off again later.”
“Good to know.”
“Do you need a sports drink or something?” Angel asked. They had been having sex at least twice a day for the last two days since their first time after Angel had recovered from the injuries he had suffered at Valentino and Tank’s hands. He was shocked that Arackniss hadn’t gunned him down for stealing his car so he could take Husk out on the town and well things happened.
Husk narrowed his eyes. “I’m hydrated thanks. Exactly what kind of sex marathon are you planning?”
“Don’t worry you’ll be the first to know what kind.” Angel grinned ferally.
Husk snorted. “That explains the huge grin.”
“Yes but also no. I was thinking that I can walk the street with you and not worry if Vox sees me on camera and Valentino tortures us for weeks because he learns about it. It’s a really good feeling that I can be with you openly.”
Husk leaned in and stood on tip toe to kiss him. “I understand entirely. Though I’m not so sure I want to be seen if you are going to walk Nuggs while he’s wearing a pink tutu.” He stabbed a finger at the pig.
Angel let out an exaggerated gasp. “How dare you? No matter what outfit my baby is wearing, there is only one response: he looks adorable!”
Husk rolled his eyes. “I think you’ve forgotten exactly who I am.”
“Oh, I haven’t forgotten my dear sour puss.”
Angel locked arms with Husk and marched him toward the front door, not that Husk put up any fight. Besides, Angel was right. Fat Nuggets was fucking adorable in his little pink tutu and his glittery pink harness. They hadn’t taken more than three steps away from the front door when gunfire rang out. Angel yelped as fire lanced along his thigh. Blood bloomed through the rent in his best flouncing pink ombre skirt.
Angel pushed Husk back toward the door, dragging Fat Nuggets along as more bullets pinged around them. Slamming the hotel front door behind them, Angel dropped the leash so he could examine how bad the gunshot wound was.
“Angel, that was Arackniss’ car in the drive!” Husk cried. “Did you apologize for stealing it?”
“Fuck no. The little shit should have let me borrow it,” Angel groused.
“If I get shot today….”
The front door burst open and Arackniss stalked in, four arms out, three hands holding pistols, one at his mouth so he could suck in cigarette smoke. He blew it out in a cloud and cocked one of his guns.
“Antonio piccolo stronzo! Chi cazzo credi di essere?”
“Giovanni, Mi hai proprio rotto i coglioni, faccia di culo!” Angel curled his lip.
“Okay, you two swear it out. I’ll get Fat Nuggets out of here.” Husk took a step toward the pig but froze when Arackniss pointed one of the guns at him.
“You helped him steal my car.”
“That was two damn days ago.” Angel waved him off.
“And I didn’t help. I just didn’t get out of the car when I realized he’d stolen it, so kindly point that gun elsewhere.” Husk looked like he had a few suggestions of where Arackniss could shove his gun but held his tongue. He knew Arackniss would shoot him as well without a qualm.
Arackniss cocked his head, his little red eyes taking in the neon spiderweb and then Fat Nuggets. He lowered his guns except for the one pointing at Angel’s face. “Is your dumb pig wearing a tutu?”
“Obviously,” Angel huffed.
Arackniss grimaced with a shudder
. “Whatcha gonna do when he gets like three hundred pounds and drooly and gross?”
“My baby is not ever going to be gross! Fat Nuggets is a mini-breed. I’ve had him for like a decade now. He’s as big as he’s gonna get. Put your gun up your ass, Fratello.” Angel balled his fists, ignoring the pain in his leg, ignoring the fact that this really was all his fault. He knew how Arackniss would react to the insult of stealing his car.
“Huh, didn’t know they had those. Then again it never crossed my mind to own a pig.”
“Me either but when Valentino gave him to me, I fell in love.” Angel took a breath and decided to lighten the mood a little, maybe put his brother at ease. “Put your guns away. Think of Mother and Molly. Would they approve of this?”
Arackniss opened the cylinder of his pistol, spun it to count the bullets, slammed it back home and pointed it back at Angel. “Don’t you bring up Mama. You made her cry for years after your dumb ass overdosed.”
Angel flinched. That was dirty pool. He hadn’t meant to die and in his worst moments he tormented with what he imagined his mom and sister had gone through. “I’m sorry I borrowed your car. Satisfied now?”
“You didn’t borrow it. You stole it. And I know what you did in it, puttana.” Arackniss wrinkled his nose. “What I don’t know is how you managed it with all those limbs between the two of you.”
“Wasn’t easy,” Husk grumbled, scooping up Fat Nuggets. He shot a flat stare at Arackniss who was glaring at him.
“Is that blood on the floor?” Vaggie’s voice dragged their attention to the front door as she and Charlie entered the hotel.
“There is more out here…oh!” Charlie covered her mouth seeing Arackniss holding a weapon on Angel.
“What is going on?” Vaggie demanded to know.
“Just having a little talk with my brother about respecting boundaries and not stealing my shit,” Arackniss said, not lowering his weapon.
“By shooting him?” Vaggie sounded exasperated.
“Please put the gun down,” Charlie added.
“Honestly if anyone should know what happens when you steal from mobsters, it’s Angel,” Husk said.
“He thought you were going to shoot us in the car,” Angel snorted. “I was like no way. He wouldn’t want to clean blood and brains out of it.”
“You still don’t sound particularly sorry, Fratello. Maybe you need another lesson.” Arackniss thinned his lips around his cigarette.
“Since when has shooting me taught me anything?”
“True. Maybe if I shoot him.” Arackniss turned the gun on Husk who widened his eyes, shocked.
“Don’t hit Fat Nuggets!” Angel held out all his hands.
“Did you really just put the pig’s safety over mine?” Husk growled, turning to glare at Angel
“You’ll respawn. If he hits Nuggsy, he’ll be dead forever.” Angel’s eyes watered.
“Jesus, Tony.” Arackniss lowered his weapon. “I’m not really going to shoot your pig or your lover.”
“You shot me!” Angel rubbed his eyes and the bloody wound.
“You deserved it.” He shrugged a shoulder.
“All this drama, ruined my good mood and I had such a good morning.” He pouted, his heart thundering. Arackniss was such a dick and now Husk was probably mad at him too.
“Ew, Anthony, don’t make me picture it.” Arackniss made a face.
“I didn’t mean that! I have other things I enjoy in the morning besides sex,” Angel protested.
“Name it.”
“Oh shut up.”
“Wait, what?” Vaggie glanced over at them. She shook her head. “Never mind. Don’t want to know. Arackniss, no weapons are allowed in here.”
“Definitely no shooting.” Charlie shot him stink eye.
Arackniss put his cigarette between his lips taking a pull. He jutted his chin to the neon spider web. “Did you put that in, Anthony or was that Lucifer’s doing. I meant to ask before.”
“Lucifer.”
“Hmm.” Arackniss made the gun disappear as if he didn’t want to shoot someone Lucifer liked. “It suits you. I’m done shooting my brother for the day, Princess. I make no promises for the future but if Anthony keeps his ass out of my car, it’ll be great.”
“Knew he was gonna pitch a fit about the popcorn that got down between the seats,” Angel sighed.
“You’re such an ass,” Arackniss said. “And I might have forgiven the popcorn if you hadn’t cummed in the air vents whichever of you did it.”
“I thought I got that all cleaned up.” Angel frowned. Husk rolled his eyes.
Arackniss lit up a fresh cigarette. “You didn’t. I had to have it detailed. You owe me two hundred for that.”
“You know Valentino never paid me,” Angel protested.
Arackniss scowled, smoke curling around his face. “Non dire cazzate! Anthony, you high dumbass, you literally robbed Valentino after you cut his head off. You have thousands.”
“Oh, right. I was hoping you’d forgotten that.” He looked sheepish.
“How exactly was he going to forget you rampaging through Valentino’s studio robbing him while dangling his head from your hand?” Husk side eyed him.
Arackniss flipped a hand at him. “This is what decades of drug abuse does to a brain.”
Angel gave him the finger. “I’ll go get some money. Try not to shoot anyone.”
“Better get going before I shoot your cazzo off.”
“I need that.”
“Not if you keep putting the pig over me,” Husk warned him.
“Sorry. I’ll make it up to you…might need to go toy shopping.”
“No one wants to know. My money before I charge you interest at the family rate.”
“God, Giovanni, you’re such a prick. Fine.”
Angel stormed off upstairs, got money and a first aid kit since he was still bleeding. He’d fix himself up downstairs once he kicked Arackniss to the curb. He thrust the money at his brother who was now at the bar with Husk. The ladies were on the couch and Nuggsy sat on the bar, drinking from a bowl.
“There. Next time I want to borrow the car, maybe be nice for a change.”
“And have your naked ass in it again? I think not. Buy your own car.” Arackniss pocketed the money. “And get your pig a less embarrassing outfit.”
“He likes his tutu and he doesn’t like you.”
Arackniss reached over and scratched Fat Nuggets’ haunch. The pig turned and ambled over to Arackniss for more loving. Arackniss shot Angel a shit eating grin.
Great, make my day a complete disaster by proving me wrong! Angel sat at the bar. “Are you leaving now?”
“When I finish my drink and I’m giving Husk some insider info on the Brutus Boys football team as an apology for threatening to shoot him.”
“Going to change my bet on them.” Husk shrugged.
“You did shoot me. Where’s my apology?”
“I’m sorry you made me shoot you.”
“Fine, finish your sports talk then.” Angel slipped back off the stool and went to sulk in a chair near the ladies. After a few moments, Husk’s arms went around Angel’s shoulders, pulling him into a hug.
Husk brushed his lips to the back of Angel’s neck. “Don’t be upset. It makes sense you protected Nuggets. I’m not mad.”
He was annoyed and Angel knew he had the right to be. He didn’t address it. Instead he cupped his hands over Husk’s leaning into the embrace. “Thanks. I should have said not to shoot you too.”
“I’d have made him swallow exploding dice if he tried.” Husk tapped Angel’s arm. “Come back to the bar with us.”
Angel nodded and rejoined them, leaving the ladies to talk. Arackniss took the first aid kit from him and patched up the bullet graze he’d given Angel. His brother might be a temperamental pain in the ass but sometimes Angel was reminded that Arackniss did care and that was nice. Nicer still was this new thing with Husk. Being in love again was amazing. And he really shouldn’t have stolen his brother’s car. He glanced over at the ladies and smiled. Having a home and people who loved him made him feel better than he could describe, more than he could admit to. His smile grew. Afterlife was good for a change.
Italian translations
Antonio piccolo stronzo! Chi cazzo credi di essere? – Anthony, you little asshole. Who the fuck do you think you are?
Giovanni, Mi hai proprio rotto i coglioni, faccia di culo – Giovanni, you’re breaking my balls, assface.
Puttana – whore
Non dire cazzate – don’t talk nonsense
And here are the friday fannish 50 fan recs
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Still This Good Hazbin Hotel
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Valid The Owl House
Hazbin Academy Hazbin Hotel
The Truth Behind The Lies Torchwood
Unwise Behaviour Stargate SG-1
Beware of the Thin Man The Man From U.N.C.L.E.
Petrified The Owl House
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Doctor Odyssey
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Too Early to be Morning but Here We Are
Columbo
Chilled to the Bone Hazbin Hotel
No Thyme At All Torchwood
A Black Cat in a Dark Room Doctor Who
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Camelot's Resident Sorcerer... Arthur Pendragon? Merlin
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What the Future Holds 911
Trick or Treating Despicable Me
Mission: Retrieve Coulson Redux Murder She Wrote/The Avengers
untitled Hazbin Hotel
Moving into the Hale Ranch Teen Wolf
Learning the Lay of the Land Teen Wolf
I almost went to the Blue Crab Juicy seafood bar but I wasn't sure about it (and it's right next door to Lust, the strip club which is probably directly behind this hotel. Oh geeze. Well it's not like I didn't live behind one for years) I looked it up. Maybe tomorrow...
This room is weird. Maybe wheelchair accessible? Doesn't say it (but at least it's on the ground floor) the bed is orientated not to the tv but to the window with your head to the door. I thought maybe it would be hard to get a wheelchair around the room if it was the normal way. Nice room though with a shower no tub. I appreciate that.
Wrote a story (NSFW)
Title: Brothers, Troublemakers and Apologies
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Summary: After a sweet morning of trying out new sex games, Angel has high hopes for the rest of the day with Husk. All that ends when retribution comes for him. He really shouldn’t have stolen Arackniss’ car.
Rating: explicit
Author Note - written for spikesgirl58’s six word challenge and the six words were Kindly, Breed, Mother, Complete, Milky, & Tremble, for allbingo’s prompt of family matters and for summer of the 69. While this is part of the Power Play series, it is a stand alone. You don't need to read the others (but please do if you're so moved) All you need to know is the Vees have been disposed of and Angel stole Arackniss' car last story.
Husk twirled his tongue around Angel’s cock as he deftly worked the thick prostate massager in and almost all the way out of Angel, its buzzing teasing his ring of muscle before getting slammed home to turn that delicious torment back on his p-spot. As promised, Husk was no stranger to this but it was the first time they had introduced toys to their new relationship. Angel hadn’t been sure the grumpy old bastard knew his way around a vibrator. He couldn’t be more happy to be wrong.
Angel shifted his weight on the mattress so he could slide Husk’s cock even deeper into his own mouth. With one hand he caressed his lover’s fuzzy balls, while another set of hands stroked his buttocks and wielded another vibrator without mercy, as if Husk would even think to ask for any. His tail kept flicking against Angel, tickling him with the feathers. The tip of one of his wings continually caressed Angel’s shoulder as his mouth worked against Husk’s shaft. Angel might not quite have Husk’s wings flapping – one was pinned against the bed – but he was damn close. They had definitely flapped last night when they hadn’t even quite made it to his bed and done it hard and hot on the floor.
Feeling Husk’s thighs tremble under his touch, Angel rolled his tongue under Husk’s cock’s frenulum and bumped the speed up on the vibrator a little more. Husk groaned around Angel’s shaft but he didn’t stop his own sweet administrations. Angel wasn’t quite as close to losing it as Husk but hey, porn stars had stamina, right? Husk took a move out of Angel’s playbook and upped the speed of the massager, eliciting a long, loud moan from Angel who let Husk slip free of his mouth.
Taking him back in greedily, Angel ruffled his fingers through Husk’s thick fur, tasting his sweat and musk. Angel hadn’t known spiders could do that and it had been a big shock to his system back in his early days. He used tasty oils in his gloves and socks to make him happy all day. The meaty and slightly bitter and salty taste of Husk’s cock made him damn happy too. Letting Husk pop free again, he gave the vibrator a little twist and nibbled on Husk’s inner thigh.
Husk came with a throaty gasp, letting Angel free of his mouth. Angel sucked one of Husk’s jewels into his mouth giving it some delicate attention before rolling his lover onto his back. Angel straddled him, one set of hands caressing his chest until he purred. Angel pressed against him, enjoying that rumble. Husk pushed a hand between their bodies so he could stroke Angel. His claws might be sharp but his palms were soft and his fingers talented. It wasn’t just cards and saxophones Husk knew how to play. He played Angel’s cock like Coltrane played sax, inventive and driving.
Angel used his lowest set of hands to pleasure himself with the vibrator, its buzzing playing against the rumbles of Husk’s purr against his cheek. He thrust into Husk’s hand, bringing himself off, waves of pleasure flowing through him. He rested on top Husk’s body, Husk stroking his back until finally they both could move. It took longer to shower and dress. Angel woke up Fat Nuggets – who could sleep through a bombing run and was well trained to ignore his daddy’s sex life – put him in a harness and together with Husk, walked down to the lobby. Angel couldn’t help beaming, thinking about getting to walk outside with the man he’d fallen so hard for without worry. Valentino would never beat him again, never rape him, never take up all his time even when he wasn’t there.
“That’s a big smile,” Husk said, looking past Angel to the neon spiderweb Lucifer had worked into the lobby. It glowed in the corner. Someone probably should turn it off in the day.
“Just thinking with Valentino dead, I’ll never have to utter idiot lines like come on, daddy, tear these panties off my milky fur.” Angel rolled his eyes. “But by all means you can tear mine off again later.”
“Good to know.”
“Do you need a sports drink or something?” Angel asked. They had been having sex at least twice a day for the last two days since their first time after Angel had recovered from the injuries he had suffered at Valentino and Tank’s hands. He was shocked that Arackniss hadn’t gunned him down for stealing his car so he could take Husk out on the town and well things happened.
Husk narrowed his eyes. “I’m hydrated thanks. Exactly what kind of sex marathon are you planning?”
“Don’t worry you’ll be the first to know what kind.” Angel grinned ferally.
Husk snorted. “That explains the huge grin.”
“Yes but also no. I was thinking that I can walk the street with you and not worry if Vox sees me on camera and Valentino tortures us for weeks because he learns about it. It’s a really good feeling that I can be with you openly.”
Husk leaned in and stood on tip toe to kiss him. “I understand entirely. Though I’m not so sure I want to be seen if you are going to walk Nuggs while he’s wearing a pink tutu.” He stabbed a finger at the pig.
Angel let out an exaggerated gasp. “How dare you? No matter what outfit my baby is wearing, there is only one response: he looks adorable!”
Husk rolled his eyes. “I think you’ve forgotten exactly who I am.”
“Oh, I haven’t forgotten my dear sour puss.”
Angel locked arms with Husk and marched him toward the front door, not that Husk put up any fight. Besides, Angel was right. Fat Nuggets was fucking adorable in his little pink tutu and his glittery pink harness. They hadn’t taken more than three steps away from the front door when gunfire rang out. Angel yelped as fire lanced along his thigh. Blood bloomed through the rent in his best flouncing pink ombre skirt.
Angel pushed Husk back toward the door, dragging Fat Nuggets along as more bullets pinged around them. Slamming the hotel front door behind them, Angel dropped the leash so he could examine how bad the gunshot wound was.
“Angel, that was Arackniss’ car in the drive!” Husk cried. “Did you apologize for stealing it?”
“Fuck no. The little shit should have let me borrow it,” Angel groused.
“If I get shot today….”
The front door burst open and Arackniss stalked in, four arms out, three hands holding pistols, one at his mouth so he could suck in cigarette smoke. He blew it out in a cloud and cocked one of his guns.
“Antonio piccolo stronzo! Chi cazzo credi di essere?”
“Giovanni, Mi hai proprio rotto i coglioni, faccia di culo!” Angel curled his lip.
“Okay, you two swear it out. I’ll get Fat Nuggets out of here.” Husk took a step toward the pig but froze when Arackniss pointed one of the guns at him.
“You helped him steal my car.”
“That was two damn days ago.” Angel waved him off.
“And I didn’t help. I just didn’t get out of the car when I realized he’d stolen it, so kindly point that gun elsewhere.” Husk looked like he had a few suggestions of where Arackniss could shove his gun but held his tongue. He knew Arackniss would shoot him as well without a qualm.
Arackniss cocked his head, his little red eyes taking in the neon spiderweb and then Fat Nuggets. He lowered his guns except for the one pointing at Angel’s face. “Is your dumb pig wearing a tutu?”
“Obviously,” Angel huffed.
Arackniss grimaced with a shudder
. “Whatcha gonna do when he gets like three hundred pounds and drooly and gross?”
“My baby is not ever going to be gross! Fat Nuggets is a mini-breed. I’ve had him for like a decade now. He’s as big as he’s gonna get. Put your gun up your ass, Fratello.” Angel balled his fists, ignoring the pain in his leg, ignoring the fact that this really was all his fault. He knew how Arackniss would react to the insult of stealing his car.
“Huh, didn’t know they had those. Then again it never crossed my mind to own a pig.”
“Me either but when Valentino gave him to me, I fell in love.” Angel took a breath and decided to lighten the mood a little, maybe put his brother at ease. “Put your guns away. Think of Mother and Molly. Would they approve of this?”
Arackniss opened the cylinder of his pistol, spun it to count the bullets, slammed it back home and pointed it back at Angel. “Don’t you bring up Mama. You made her cry for years after your dumb ass overdosed.”
Angel flinched. That was dirty pool. He hadn’t meant to die and in his worst moments he tormented with what he imagined his mom and sister had gone through. “I’m sorry I borrowed your car. Satisfied now?”
“You didn’t borrow it. You stole it. And I know what you did in it, puttana.” Arackniss wrinkled his nose. “What I don’t know is how you managed it with all those limbs between the two of you.”
“Wasn’t easy,” Husk grumbled, scooping up Fat Nuggets. He shot a flat stare at Arackniss who was glaring at him.
“Is that blood on the floor?” Vaggie’s voice dragged their attention to the front door as she and Charlie entered the hotel.
“There is more out here…oh!” Charlie covered her mouth seeing Arackniss holding a weapon on Angel.
“What is going on?” Vaggie demanded to know.
“Just having a little talk with my brother about respecting boundaries and not stealing my shit,” Arackniss said, not lowering his weapon.
“By shooting him?” Vaggie sounded exasperated.
“Please put the gun down,” Charlie added.
“Honestly if anyone should know what happens when you steal from mobsters, it’s Angel,” Husk said.
“He thought you were going to shoot us in the car,” Angel snorted. “I was like no way. He wouldn’t want to clean blood and brains out of it.”
“You still don’t sound particularly sorry, Fratello. Maybe you need another lesson.” Arackniss thinned his lips around his cigarette.
“Since when has shooting me taught me anything?”
“True. Maybe if I shoot him.” Arackniss turned the gun on Husk who widened his eyes, shocked.
“Don’t hit Fat Nuggets!” Angel held out all his hands.
“Did you really just put the pig’s safety over mine?” Husk growled, turning to glare at Angel
“You’ll respawn. If he hits Nuggsy, he’ll be dead forever.” Angel’s eyes watered.
“Jesus, Tony.” Arackniss lowered his weapon. “I’m not really going to shoot your pig or your lover.”
“You shot me!” Angel rubbed his eyes and the bloody wound.
“You deserved it.” He shrugged a shoulder.
“All this drama, ruined my good mood and I had such a good morning.” He pouted, his heart thundering. Arackniss was such a dick and now Husk was probably mad at him too.
“Ew, Anthony, don’t make me picture it.” Arackniss made a face.
“I didn’t mean that! I have other things I enjoy in the morning besides sex,” Angel protested.
“Name it.”
“Oh shut up.”
“Wait, what?” Vaggie glanced over at them. She shook her head. “Never mind. Don’t want to know. Arackniss, no weapons are allowed in here.”
“Definitely no shooting.” Charlie shot him stink eye.
Arackniss put his cigarette between his lips taking a pull. He jutted his chin to the neon spider web. “Did you put that in, Anthony or was that Lucifer’s doing. I meant to ask before.”
“Lucifer.”
“Hmm.” Arackniss made the gun disappear as if he didn’t want to shoot someone Lucifer liked. “It suits you. I’m done shooting my brother for the day, Princess. I make no promises for the future but if Anthony keeps his ass out of my car, it’ll be great.”
“Knew he was gonna pitch a fit about the popcorn that got down between the seats,” Angel sighed.
“You’re such an ass,” Arackniss said. “And I might have forgiven the popcorn if you hadn’t cummed in the air vents whichever of you did it.”
“I thought I got that all cleaned up.” Angel frowned. Husk rolled his eyes.
Arackniss lit up a fresh cigarette. “You didn’t. I had to have it detailed. You owe me two hundred for that.”
“You know Valentino never paid me,” Angel protested.
Arackniss scowled, smoke curling around his face. “Non dire cazzate! Anthony, you high dumbass, you literally robbed Valentino after you cut his head off. You have thousands.”
“Oh, right. I was hoping you’d forgotten that.” He looked sheepish.
“How exactly was he going to forget you rampaging through Valentino’s studio robbing him while dangling his head from your hand?” Husk side eyed him.
Arackniss flipped a hand at him. “This is what decades of drug abuse does to a brain.”
Angel gave him the finger. “I’ll go get some money. Try not to shoot anyone.”
“Better get going before I shoot your cazzo off.”
“I need that.”
“Not if you keep putting the pig over me,” Husk warned him.
“Sorry. I’ll make it up to you…might need to go toy shopping.”
“No one wants to know. My money before I charge you interest at the family rate.”
“God, Giovanni, you’re such a prick. Fine.”
Angel stormed off upstairs, got money and a first aid kit since he was still bleeding. He’d fix himself up downstairs once he kicked Arackniss to the curb. He thrust the money at his brother who was now at the bar with Husk. The ladies were on the couch and Nuggsy sat on the bar, drinking from a bowl.
“There. Next time I want to borrow the car, maybe be nice for a change.”
“And have your naked ass in it again? I think not. Buy your own car.” Arackniss pocketed the money. “And get your pig a less embarrassing outfit.”
“He likes his tutu and he doesn’t like you.”
Arackniss reached over and scratched Fat Nuggets’ haunch. The pig turned and ambled over to Arackniss for more loving. Arackniss shot Angel a shit eating grin.
Great, make my day a complete disaster by proving me wrong! Angel sat at the bar. “Are you leaving now?”
“When I finish my drink and I’m giving Husk some insider info on the Brutus Boys football team as an apology for threatening to shoot him.”
“Going to change my bet on them.” Husk shrugged.
“You did shoot me. Where’s my apology?”
“I’m sorry you made me shoot you.”
“Fine, finish your sports talk then.” Angel slipped back off the stool and went to sulk in a chair near the ladies. After a few moments, Husk’s arms went around Angel’s shoulders, pulling him into a hug.
Husk brushed his lips to the back of Angel’s neck. “Don’t be upset. It makes sense you protected Nuggets. I’m not mad.”
He was annoyed and Angel knew he had the right to be. He didn’t address it. Instead he cupped his hands over Husk’s leaning into the embrace. “Thanks. I should have said not to shoot you too.”
“I’d have made him swallow exploding dice if he tried.” Husk tapped Angel’s arm. “Come back to the bar with us.”
Angel nodded and rejoined them, leaving the ladies to talk. Arackniss took the first aid kit from him and patched up the bullet graze he’d given Angel. His brother might be a temperamental pain in the ass but sometimes Angel was reminded that Arackniss did care and that was nice. Nicer still was this new thing with Husk. Being in love again was amazing. And he really shouldn’t have stolen his brother’s car. He glanced over at the ladies and smiled. Having a home and people who loved him made him feel better than he could describe, more than he could admit to. His smile grew. Afterlife was good for a change.
Italian translations
Antonio piccolo stronzo! Chi cazzo credi di essere? – Anthony, you little asshole. Who the fuck do you think you are?
Giovanni, Mi hai proprio rotto i coglioni, faccia di culo – Giovanni, you’re breaking my balls, assface.
Puttana – whore
Non dire cazzate – don’t talk nonsense
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Date: 2025-08-30 11:31 am (UTC)Thanks for the fic mention!
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