The Reason: chapter’s four, five and six

Chapter four: permission

“Ohhh fuck that's good! Mmm! Mmmphhh!” Husk heard his cries above a sea of bubbling climaxes, as the sensual movement of hips, sensual hands and groins kept a ocean of intimacy going steady.

Husk felt as though his whole body was the tip of a penis. Incredibly sensitive. He hadn't been intimate with anyone in so damn long. So long it actually hurt. His vocal cords were in use more than he ever used them in this moment.

He was under a slender frame that was completely covering his shaking form, his body quivering underneath the hot body that was putting him in such a great amount of pleasure. It was in those soft eyes that made Husk want to melt inside. Gooey, gentle and sweet, they kept gazing into each others eyes as if their lives depended upon it.

“Angel. My Angel. My sweetheart. My baby. Anthony, you're so damn good to me…” he gasped against Anthony’s lips as they kissed with tongues deeply.

The darkness felt like water, deep sea, Mariana trench-level shit. He couldn't catch a breath. Somehow, that made the build up of sensuality more intense.

It was weird though. Angel was quiet.

So quiet. Too quiet.

And this wasn't how he pictured intimacy with Angel in waking hours, either. Not to say it wasn't good. It was fucking spectacular.

Being a bottom with Angel felt like drowning and being resuscitated at the same time. It was beyond anything he ever thought he could have with someone. It was also his secret fantasy.

“Husk.”

Husk heard Angel’s voice but looked at him and he was still passionately yet silently banging him, making love, reallygoing to town on him. Angel wasn't talking and it sounded like he was still underwater, as though there was a deep echo from far away yet near his ear somehow.

“Husk! Hey!”

He started to feel a shaking, quaking and tilting that wasn't in synch with the intimate movements. It was making him feel strangely overtly aware of his surroundings. Light was creeping into the scene.

“HUSK! Wake the fuck up!”

The groggy and very much still asleep Husk halfway opened his eyes, gasping awake as his blurry vision pieced together where he was.

Angel was there. Next to him. Concerned and giving him a knowing look. They fell asleep next to each other! It was a good surprise that Angel trusted him that much to fall asleep so easily next to him.

But that look…

‘Shit. Did he know what I was dreaming about?’ Husk thought in a panicked way, sitting up rapidly from his deep slumber.

“What a fuckin’ way to wake a fella up! Damn! Chill out!” Husk yelled.

“Hey, fuck you, I was worried. You weren't waking up. Old man!” Angel yelled back.

“I ain't that old. I can still kick your ass!” Husk angrily drawled out.

Angel got up with his fists raised and saucily said, “Yeah? Try it buddy.”

“Try it?” Husk felt a wave of heat still rampant in his body, and he decided to go for it. He shrugged. “Ok!”

He knelt down, slamming his whole body against the sleazy spider…

His arms wrapped tightly around Angel.

Angel made a small gasp. His body tensed only for a moment, then went slack as he felt the older man holding him so close and so tight.

“I tried it. What do you think? Did I prove my point?” Husk whispered hotly into Angel’s ear, making the two slightly whimper under the intense heat they were creating.

Angel bit his lower lip, finally feeling his crush so close to his person(it felt like a revelation of perfection to Angel), and as Husk slowly moved away from the impromptu embrace, the feeling of warmth and safety shot back into his heart. He realized Husk wouldn't ever do anything unless he had permission.

And that was unsaid yet promised to the young man who forgot his innocence long ago. Who forgot that love existed in a myriad of forms, and true gentlemen were actually real.

Chapter five: Cherri

The unlikely pair parted ways as they had different objectives in their mind.

“I better be off to check on Nuggets before the princess makes us start doing those trust exercises…” Angel said, fixing his hair in the mirror near the night stand.

“That pig is a curiosity of mine. How'd you get him?” Husk asked.

“A family pet,” Angel explained. “He's like family to me.”

“I also gotta go check on the bar, but I think it's cute how you look after a pig. Very responsible!” Husk said as he waved to Angel. “It's a good look on you!”

Angel blushed. “He pretty much takes care of himself but thanks!” he waved back as they went different ways.

Husk was planning to discuss something of utmost importance to Alastor, the demon overlord that currently had his soul under contract.

Angel, however, wanted to find Cherri, his best friend, to, “spill the tea,” so to speak.

Angel was extremely excited over with the prospects of cuddling with and hanging out more with Husk, to say the least.

“So you like that old grumpy bitch, huh, Angie?” Cherri said over the phone.

Angel grinned. “I always did. Ya know I like older guys.”

“Well to each their own, I guess!” she laughed.

“I think he's the one, Cher. I have done battle with the man. Drank with him. Sang with him. Danced. Shit, I've done everything but suck his dick. And of course, have sex…”

“Speaking of that. Ugh!” Cherri whined. “I miss that snake guy.”

“Pentious? Yeah he was a real one,” Angel replied.

“No shit. He was actually hot as hell. Made me wish I could have gotten to know him better…”

Angel sighed. “I actually overheard Pentious got redeemed. Went to the Pearly Gates and wasn't flat out denied access!”

Cherri gasped, “That snake-charming motherfucker got to go up? Wow.”

“Yes indeed he did sugar-tits, and I'm just as surprised as you,” Angel was hiding the fact his own personal disappointment that he had been here at the hotel longer than Sir Pentious and wasn't redeemed yet. “You know you can always come live here and start a new path…”

Cherri scoffed but it sounded weak. “Ugh, yeah, yeah. It's cool as fuck you'redoing all that redemption shit. But, you know me, bitch!”

“You can always change your mind,” Angel persisted. “Then you can meet Snake-Dick twice in Heaven…”

Cherri laughed. “That would be a sight wouldn't it?”

Angel whistled, “I think so.”

“Well I hope you get that grumpy dick soon. Ya need a pick me up!” Cherri exclaimed. Angel laughed, shaking his head.

“That's what I mean. I feel more fulfilled just being around him. No sex. It's somehow more pleasurable than messing around.”

“Whatever, I definitely don't think the same way, Ang!”

Angel chuckled. “I can tell!”

They said goodbye and Angel hung up. The texts started flying in from Val, and they were demanding as hell. Val was a demon overlord who ran a popular porn studio. He was also the one who had a soul contract with Angel, forcing him to do the most disgusting and violent sexual acts for money on camera.

Bitch answer me when I message you!

Angel scrolled down the endless stream of passive-aggressive statements, insults and sexual implications.

You better be here one hour early tonight. It's for a gang banging special. 20 guys. Maybe a few girls too

Angel would've laughed at the ridiculous nature of his life if he wasn't already crying. He wiped the tears angrily, texting his boss back in a sleazy and affirmative way. It was the only way to keep the asshole happy. To pretend he loved every soul-sucking second of it.

But, in his mind, he made his bed now he has to lie in it. And spread eagle in it. And bend over for long periods of time. And suck and snort and fake his way through another shitty shoot with Val.

The only thing that made sense, that grounded his fucked up life, was knowing he had Husk to vent to after it was all over. And that felt like heaven to him.

Chapter six: un-dirty dealings

Husk was getting annoyed as hell at his “boss,” and wanted to punch his stupid ass face in.

But, he had a contract with him for his soul. The always smiling fucker had a legal and mortal hold over his immortal soul so he had to deal with a lot of shit.

“So, you think I gotta chance here? Is it possible to get Angel back his soul?” Husk asked.

Alastor grinned with a shit-eating look, and answered dryly: “Hmmm. No.” He saw Husk frown and tapped on his shoulder. “But, maybe! Who knows. At least, it won't be boring to find out.”

“You and your, ‘entertainment,’ bullshit… ugh,” Husk quipped sarcastically under his breath. At least Alastor was willing to do a new deal with him. “So, you'll give me my soul back in exchange for what again?”

Alastor nodded, “You must still work here at the hotel, and never leave it for anything else. It's your job to care for the damned no matter what. And to hold up the mantle for myself when the time is right.” Alastor’s staticky voice crawled in Husk’s ear like a sticky worm. He knew there was a trick somewhere in the wording, but he didn't care.

He needed to do this. For Angel. For Anthony.

“So… do we have a deal?”

Husk felt bile rising to his throat but nodded, shaking his hand.

The atmosphere around them turned rusty red and thick with smoke, which disappeared after a few hectic moments.

Husk coughed, but the air cleared, and he was now feeling rejuvenated and alive with purpose. Now, he had to talk to Angel and then… Val.

He didn't like to do things behind people’s back. Even nice things. He wanted to lay out the plan and see if Angel was on board.

Later that day, after several group exercises with Charlie, Vaggie and Nifty, he went to check on Angel. He had told Charlie he needed to rest before work and couldn't do anything for his redemption today. He was not letting Charlie or Vaggie know his plans as of yet.

He'd have to wait until Angel came back home later the next morning.

Husk saw Angel was about to head off and stopped him to say goodbye.

“Angel, you're still coming to see me after work, right?” Husk whispered.

Angel softened his aggravated expression. “I'd love to, Husker.”

Husk smiled widely, “I can't wait. See you then. Be safe,” He said and gave Angel a side hug.

Angel felt like melting into his arms right then and there. “You too,” Angel whispered back, almost touching face to face as he was near the others ear.

“I got something to tell ya, Anthony…” Husk said as his neck became hot from how close Angel was.

Angel looked at him expectantly, “What is it?”

“We will talk when you're home. Alright?”

Angel nodded. “Deal. See ya!” he blew Husk a kiss and waved goodbye.

Husk caught the kiss and Angel winked, leaving the hotel.

“Ohh. Now I see what you're doing.”

The staticky radio voice shook Husk, and he turned around to see Alastor creepily watching him.

“Were you just fucking watching us the whole time?!”

Alastor grinned wider. “You have the puppy love for that effeminate fellow, don't you, Husker? Or should I say, he's the cat’s meow for you, isn't he? The bee’s knees?”

Husk growled. “Your stupid, tired insults don't bother me.”

“On the contrary, my good man. I don't mean to insult, but comment on the reality. You got a thing for that swinger. It's not like it's a well kept secret.”

Husk frowned. “I don't care about that either. I just want Angel to be safe.”

“Safe isn't entertaining. But, you may manage to keep him from being caught up in a dangerous dance for his soul being lost forever. In the end, no one is safe in hell.”

“I'll try to remember that, Al.”

“It would be wise to do so, my good man,” Alastor bowed. “Well, have a niceday!” his voice deepened at the end and he slithered off.

Husk nodded. Alastor was the only one who could make something so benign sound terrifying.

At least he had his soul back. For now.