Waiting For Things To Get Better - Angeldust Angst

Not again.. (Chapter 11)

DISCLAIMER: this takes place a few weeks after chapter 10. If you cannot handle heavy topics such as rape, physical and emotional abuse, mental break downs, self harm, emotional trauma, suicide, suicide ideals, suicide intention, and anything of the sorts, this chapter is not for you. Viewer discretion is advised. Everything moves quickly.

Let's jump in.

Angel pulled on his clothes, not bothering with his makeup. He was running late, so he quickly made his way downstairs. He jotted down on a sticker note that he was off to work, walking quickly down the streets of hell.

He pushed open the doors to the studio, holding his breath as he waiting for Valentino to show up out of nowhere.

Valentino walked into the room, tapping his finger on his arm. "You're late." "I'm sorry, Valentino. I overslept." "Damn right it's your fault!" Valentino growled, slapping Angel's cheek.

Angel recoiled, rubbing his face. He looked up at Valentino with fearful eyes, his breathing quickening. "I'm sorry Valentino, I-it won't happen again, I-" "You know the rules, Angel. You are expected to follow them all the time. Not when you want." Val spat.

He grabbed Angel's wrist, digging his claws into it. "You have a lot to get through, and you are only getting paid for half of it. I still expect good behavior. Am I understood??" "Yes, Valentino." "Good boy~" Val said lowly, before shoving Angel into his dressing room. "Get ready you filthy slut. We're recording a lot."

Angel watched as the door closed, swearing to himself. He forced himself off of the floor, making his way to his desk. He fixed up his hair, throwing a little bit of makeup on. He changed into the new revealing outfit, groaning.

He glared in the mirror, nearly gagging at the slut he'd become. He stepped outside of the dressing room, the crew fixing up his makeup. Valentino handed him a script, his eyes threatening.

Angel thoroughly read through it, sliding into his position on set. He practiced the lines in his head, closing his eyes to wait for the cue.

When the camera started rolling, Angel looked around in fake fear as two men made their way towards him, one grabbing him by the neck, the other ripping his clothes off. Angel let out a soft moan, leaning his head back. "Oh~ harder~" he whimpered as the two men began to move further down his body to fuck him.

Valentino watched closely as Angel almost perfected every small line, grinning devilishly. Angel took no breaks between sets, trying to keep a flow going. Valentino was thrilled by this, watching him.

After his final set before lunch, he walked off to get water, his breath hitching when Valentino came over to him. Valentino pulled him into a gentle hug, kissing his forehead. "Cmon, baby. Let's go to the dressing room." He offered.

Angel followed him, his heart racing. Valentino gently led him to the bed, having him sit. Angel realized, pushing Val away. "no. I don't want to fuck you just yet." "no?" Valentino raised an eyebrow. He grabbed Angel's wrist, tying it to the bedpost. Angel watched in fear, keeping the rest of his hands to himself.

Valentino slowly took his clothes off, licking down the inner side of Angel's thigh. Angel shivered, watching as Valentino slid his fingers through the one layer of clothing he was wearing, sliding them into him.

Angel closed his eyes tightly as Valentino 'teased', whimpering. Val unbuckled his belt, leaning forward back down to Angel's groin. He used his tongue and teeth to expose Angel's areas, grinning.

He moved on top of him, keeping a firm grip on Angel's hair and neck. He slowly inserted himself into Angel, starting with slow thrusts.

Angel absently wrapped his legs around Valentino, glaring at the ceiling. Valentino developed a rhythm and a pace, thrusting deep into Angel's body.