HuskerDust fluff

If Valentino found Angel sick, instead of Husker

Angel Dust was rehearsing for a new film Valentino had written. The words swam on the page, as he felt a persistant headache that throbbed in time with his heartbeat. He felt overly hot, eventhough he was laying on top of the covers. Nausea writhed in his stomach, as he felt the temperature rise.

Angel's scene partner finally arrived, late, as usual.

"Hi, Rocky" Angel's voice was hoarse and Strained.
"You okay?"
"Never better. Let's get this over and done with"

As the camera's started rolling, Angel Dust and Rocky started the scene. Rocky was positioned on top of Angel, which only increased the unpleasant heat.

"What're ya gonna do to me, daddy~" Angel moaned tiredly. He yawned, being overtaken by exhaustion.

"CUT!" Valentino yelled.
Angel rolled his eyes.
"No. Who want's to watch a tired character havjng sex?! Try to appear more interested!!"
The arsehole rattled on.

"Fine. Let's go again." Angel Dust was spent already, and he just wanted the shoot to be over.

They tried the scene again, but Angel seemed unsteady, and tired, which caused Valentino to yell
-"CUT!!", again.
Angel Dust just glanced at him, so drained that he didn't care.
"What's wrong, baby? This scene too slow for you?"
"No"
"Then what? You're not sick are you?"
Why did he care?
"No"
Angel coughed softly into his arm. He felt like shit, but he wasn't about to admit that to Val.

Angel fell back against the headboard of the bed, a rush of dizziness flowing into his veins. Black and brown spots clouded his vision, eventually fading all to black. He passed out on the uncomfortble bed.

Rocky looked shocked, and concerned, but Valentino didn't seem fazed at all.

• • • • • • • • • • • •

When Angel finally regained consciousness, he didn't recognise where he was. He was in a more comfortable bed, with softer blankets. The walls were painted pink, stained with red smoke, and all the furnature was an indescriblely bright white, with black zebra stripes. The sickly sweet scent of Valentino's red smoke was engraved into the air. It took a lot of looking around, for Angel to realise that this was Valentino's bedroom. He still felt incredibly ill, his stomach knotted tight, his fever spiked, and his head still throbbing in agony.

Of course,Valentino didn't need to drug Amgel Dust to get him to stay there, since his feverish mind was already easily convinced with words, but he likely did anyway. Infact, Angel knew he had. He could feel the fever-dream effects of Valentino's love-drugs wearing off.

Angel Dust tried to fall back to sleep, but he was too distracted. He knew that Husker had probably tried to stay up all night, waiting for him to go home, but he hadn't. He felt guilty, because he knew how much Husker cared about him, but it was out of Angel's control when he hadn't returned home to the hotel, because he had passed out infront of Valentino, who just so happened to be waiting for the chance to get Angel to stay for as long as possible.

Angel hardly noticed when Valentino slipped into the room.

"Angel~... are you awake yet~?"
"No. I'm quite obviously still asleep"
"Don't be a sarcastic little bitch"
Angel flinched as Valentino's whole attitude changed.
"Get your twink arse up, and be on set in five"
"Yes, Valentino"

Angel was too tired to get up that quickly, and he still felt sick, but he couldn't bare to think of what Valentino would do if he didn't show up to work...