The morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting soft stripes of light across the room as Angel packed his bag. His movements were slow, deliberate, as if each item he placed inside represented a part of himself he was leaving behind. After the argument with Husk the day before and the unsettling realization that he might be unwanted, he had decided it was time to go. Husk had offered him a place to stay, but now it felt like a burden—like he wasn't welcome anymore.
With his bag slung over his shoulder, Angel took a deep breath and walked to the door, ready to leave behind the messy feelings that had built up over the last few weeks. But as he turned the knob and opened the door, he stopped short.
There stood Husk, leaning against the doorframe with a serious expression on his face. His usually aloof demeanor was gone, replaced by something more vulnerable, more honest. He looked tired, but determined, as if he had been wrestling with his thoughts all night.
"Angel," Husk said quietly, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. "We need to talk."
Angel shifted awkwardly, avoiding Husk's gaze. "Look, if you're here to kick me out again, don't bother. I'm already going."
"No," Husk interrupted, his voice firm but gentle. "That's not why I'm here."
Angel frowned, confused. "Then what do you want?"
Husk ran a hand through his messy hair, exhaling slowly before he spoke again. "I screwed up. I said things yesterday that I didn't mean, and I've been thinking... about everything. About you."
Angel's heart pounded in his chest as he looked at Husk, still not fully understanding where this was going.
"I don't just see you as some burden or a sex toy," Husk continued, his voice growing softer. "I see you, Angel. The real you. I don't care about the scars or the shit you've been through. You're more than that. You deserve more than what people have done to you... more than what I've done."
Angel's breath caught in his throat. He wasn't used to hearing things like this, especially from someone like Husk. The sincerity in his voice made something stir inside him—something he had been trying to push down for so long.
"You... you don't mean that," Angel muttered, his voice shaking slightly.
"I do," Husk replied, stepping closer. "I mean every word."
There was a long, tense pause as they stared at each other. Angel could feel the air in the room change, thick with unspoken emotions. Before he knew what he was doing, he dropped his bag on the floor and closed the distance between them.
And then, Husk kissed him.
It wasn't rushed or desperate like so many of the other encounters Angel had been through in his life. It was soft, almost hesitant, as if Husk was afraid of pushing too far. But Angel kissed him back, his hands reaching up to grab Husk's shirt, pulling him closer. For a moment, the world outside the apartment disappeared, and it was just the two of them, sharing something raw and real.
When they finally pulled away, both of them were breathing heavily. Angel looked at Husk, his eyes wide with confusion and something else—something deeper.
"Husk... I..." Angel began, but Husk silenced him with another kiss, this one more intense, more hungry. They stumbled back towards the bed, the tension between them growing as their hands explored each other's bodies, pushing past the doubts and insecurities.
Angel fell onto the bed, pulling Husk down with him, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he didn't feel like he had to put up walls or pretend to be someone he wasn't. Husk saw him—really saw him—and wanted him anyway.
Husk's hands moved slowly, almost reverently, as he pulled Angel's shirt up, exposing his chest. Angel's breath hitched, a soft pant escaping his lips as the cool air met his skin. His eyes flicked down to watch Husk, feeling the tension build between them.
When the shirt was finally off, Husk leaned down and placed his lips around Angel's nipple, sucking gently. But Angel immediately tensed, a sharp intake of breath catching in his throat. "Husk, wait—" he gasped, wincing. "That hurts... the burns."
Husk paused, his eyes darting up to meet Angel's. Concern flickered in them as he pulled away from Angel's chest. "Sorry," he murmured, his voice low and sincere. "I didn't know."
Angel's gaze softened, and he shook his head, trying to relax again. "It's fine, just... don't touch them, alright?"
Husk nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to Angel's neck instead. The touch was softer, more cautious, and Angel's body responded to the warmth of Husk's lips on his skin. Husk continued trailing kisses down Angel's neck, his hand moving to undo the buttons of Angel's pants as he slowly stripped them both.
As their clothes fell to the floor, the room felt even hotter, Husk protected his cock with a condom and started the penetration in Angel's butthole, their breaths mingling in the thick air. Husk's hands roamed Angel's body, avoiding the scars and burn marks, trying to be as careful as possible his hips hit Angel's buttocks as he sucked his feet on his shoulders. Angel's eyes fluttered shut, feeling the heat of Husk's body against his own, his mind blissfully occupied by the sensation of Husk's careful, deliberate touch.
What neither of them knew was that, in the shadows, a small camera was discreetly placed in the corner of the room. Its lens captured every movement, every moment shared between them. Lucifer, always watching, had planted it long ago. And tonight, he would watch it all—Husk and Angel together, a scene he would later use for his own twisted pleasure.
But for now, Husk and Angel were unaware of the intrusion. All that mattered in that moment was each other, the tension and emotion between them building as they embraced, crossing a line they hadn't even realized they'd been tiptoeing around for so long.
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