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Alastor’s nerves were on fire, when he finally materialized in his room. The sudden silence was deafening. The lack of music and voices of the party, gone in an instant, was overwhelming. Usually the bayou in his room gave off a pleasant buzz of water and leaves and fireflies, but Alastor didn’t hear any of it over his blood rushing in his ears. He forced himself to stand there and take a few deep breaths.

His mind was foggy and unfocused. Heat was spreading out from low in his abdomen like a wave of lava. Slow but steady and impossible to stop. He kicked his shoes off, clawed at the buttons of his jacket and then his pants. The cold air against the short fur of his legs, helped for just a second.

He must be a pathetic sight, Alastor thought.

There in the middle of his room, just in his shirt and underwear. Next to the pile of his clothes. He was taking loud, laboured breaths. Head tilted back towards the ceiling so he didn’t have to look at anything - didn’t have to look at himself. He was hot all over.

And wet. Disgustingly wet.

What was usually more of a dull bother and could be pushed aside in Alastor’s mind as an annoying yet necessary side effect of arousal, was now impossible to ignore. Impossible not to feel it practically gushing out of him.

In hindsight, it was easy to tell that something hadn’t been right with that drink. He shouldn’t have taken anything given to him in bypassing. He shouldn’t have blindly gulped down multiple mouthfuls before stopping to consider that it tasted off. A few drinks into the overlord party he had gotten so cocky and careless. His inner alarm bells hadn’t gone off until it was too late.

He had left as soon as he could. Had melted into the shadows, to get back into his room to assess the damage. All he really wanted to do now was lay down.

He just about made it to his bed without stumbling over his own hooves. Climbing in wasn’t quite as smooth as it usually was, but he did it. He found his spot in the middle of the bed to lay on his back. His vision wasn't spinning as much like this.

Alastor carefully peeled himself out of his underwear. It was soaked through. He dropped it somewhere next to the bed. He could worry about that mess later.

He swung one arm over his face, hiding in the crook of his own elbow, like the rest of the world didn’t exist if he just didn't look at it. His other hand found his way between his legs. The amount of slick he found was near alarming. Even that light of a touch, eased some of the hot throbbing.

What a terrible bother. He hoped he could get this over with quickly. In this state, he couldn’t come up with a better plan to make all the overwhelming sensations stop. So he kept his hand moving, admittedly rusty and out of practice.

This didn’t feel right. Not exactly bad, but he knew it could feel way better than it did. He didn’t indulge that urge often and yet, he had most definitely done this more successfully before.

If he could just focus better, he might be able to get himself over the edge. But the harder he tried to concentrate, the further his release slipped away. This was terribly frustrating. Alastor frantically searched for something in his mind to remember what he had done at times he had succeeded at this.

“Hey, don’t cramp up like that. It'll feel so much better when you relax.”

Alastor’s memory was playing tricks on him. That smooth, deep voice was as clear as that night he heard it say that. He could feel the ghost of those claws on his thighs, keeping his legs apart. No matter how insistently he kept his eyes closed, he saw those golden irises around huge, blown out pupils, pinning him in place with their gaze.

Alastor could taste the same determination at the back of his throat, that he had that night. The same drive to show off that he could in fact do this himself. That he knew how to work his own body.

Not then, not now, had he needed Husk’s stupid advice.

He replicated the little mindless patterns he recalled drawing against his own skin and in no time he was panting. Some quiet little sounds on the tip of his tongue that were not quite fully formed moans yet.

”Fuck, that's it. Don't you look gorgeous touching yourself for me?”

The moan that escaped him at remembering Husk’s praise had to be a new low for him. Not that this whole situation wasn’t bad enough already but now he was replaying that night, of all things.

This was an improvement. It really was. But he just couldn’t get there. It just wasn’t enough at all. He needed something inside him and he had all reason to believe his fingers alone wouldn’t do the trick. He barely enjoyed that under normal circumstances.

He let both his arms fall onto the mattress in defeat. He hated this. His entire body felt heavy, his head floaty. It wouldn’t work alone. Part of him, didn’t even want it to work alone.

Husk. Husk could help. He could fix this. Alastor knew Husk could make him feel good.

Unbelievable, that he was about to do this. Or at least ask for it. Wheter or not Husk would even agree was a whole other thing.

It took some effort but Alastor at least had the decency to get himself a fresh pair of underwear and pants. He didn’t bother with his jacket but did straighten out his shirt. His legs were jelly. Putting his shoes back on was a challenge.

With a huge sigh, he melted into a puddle of shadows.

Alastor’s legs buckled as soon as he started to materialize in Husk’s room, he tried to re-adjust but his feet slipped out under him. He landed right on his ass. What an entrance.

There was a tv blaring. With a groan he looked up towards Husk’s bed. Only to find two pairs of eyes staring at him instead of just the one he had been seeking out. Well, technically five pairs of eyes. He hadn’t expected Angel to be here, but rather than that stressing him out, it seemed convenient to Alastor. He had already decided to humiliate himself to get this to stop. And Angel should be very efficient, shouldn’t he?

Husk scrambled to reach for the remote in the heaps of blankets he and Angel were under to turn the show they had been watching. With the tv off, the room turned a shade darker. Alastor should be saying something to break the terrible silence. However, all he managed was to sit there frozen.

“Are you okay, boss?”

Alastor had braced himself for some kind of insult to be thrown his way, but when he properly met Husk’s gaze, there wasn’t any anger. All he saw was worry. Panic, almost.

He should be playing it down. Alastor opened his mouth to make a snarky remark but out came: “Not really, no.” His voice was raspy, his radio filter was a pitch off. The way Husk’s ears twitched told him, he had noticed, too.

To his surprise, Angel was the one to climb off the bed first. He visibly hurried, his usual bravado gone. Alastor just barely registered that he was in a rather revealing set of sleepwear, before he was crouching down. He leaned even closer, a hand reaching out and Alastor reflexively flinched back, eyes closing.

“Alastor,” Angel tried to sound gentle but he was hardly concealing how frantic he was. To distract himself from the fog the sudden closeness had stirred up in his brain, Alastor tried to think of the last time Angel had called him his actual name. He couldn’t remember. “I need ya to look at me for a moment. Please.”

Alastor couldn’t deny him. That ‘please’ had sounded so desperate. He opened his eyes slowly and faced Angel, who had thankfully pulled his hand back. Those mis-matched eyes looking back at him were getting watery but Angel didn’t let anything else show on his features.

“Ya were at the overlord event, right? Did ya have drinks there?”

Alastor nodded. He didn’t trust his voice again, after whatever that croaky mess before had been.

“Okay. Did ya notice something weird with one of them? Did it have a weird color? Did it taste sweeter than when ya usually order it?”

Angel must have seen something, that Alastor wasn’t aware of himself, to be asking questions like that. He had understood without Alastor having to explain. Husk had gotten off the bed too but stood a bit back. He kept much more distance than Angel.

“I noticed too late.” Alastor's filter warbled a bit but it did sound better than before.

“It's that shit Val gives you, right?” Husk was directly addressing Angel. “His eyes look like yours when you’re on it.”

That explained their reaction. Alastor hadn’t looked into a mirror since the drink. He hadn’t looked at any part of himself longer than necessary.

“I think so,” Angel confirmed.

They did not have to say it out loud for Alastor to know, that they all had the same person in mind. There was a long moment of heavy silence. Alastor couldn’t have come up with anything to say, even if he tried. He was so dizzy, he couldn’t grasp a single thought. He leaned back onto his hands. Pressing both his palms flat onto the cold wooden floor, helped to ground him.

“In my experience, the effects wear off quicker if ya indulge them.” Angel said it almost flatly. No discernable emotions to it. Alastor found that to be both off-putting and reassuring. “That's the real fucked up part ‘bout it.”

Alastor hadn’t considered that Angel had first-hand experience with whatever substance was coursing through him at this moment. It probably wasn’t a good sign how detached he sounded, but in - a probably also not good - way Alastor liked that better than if he was looking at him with pity.

“But it does wear off without that,” Husk added. He sounded like he had a hard time staying calm. “It's gonna feel like shit but nothing has to happen.”

“I'm not opposed to something happening.” One way to put it. Alastor wasn’t desperate enough to start begging yet. Although, he was increasingly aware that he was soaking through this pair of underwear as well.

The movements of Husk’s tail picked up at that. Alastor took that as a good sign. He was at least somewhat intrigued. Angel on the other hand looked much more lost in thought. In a way, Alastor had expected at least a little more enthusiasm from him.

“Alastor, have ya ever…”, Angel trailed off and somehow Alastor hated that more than if he had just said it. “...done it?” Angel eventually finished the question.

“Not being particularly interested doesn’t mean that I am physically incapable of doing it.” He practically spat his own words back at Angel.

“Hey,” Angel raised his top arms in surrender, “just checkin’ in. Nothin’ wrong with bein’ a virgin.”

Angel sincerely sounded like he wouldn’t judge Alastor for it, in case it was true. Which was refreshing, really, but something about him assuming, made Alastor want to defend himself. He didn’t need to be coddled. They didn’t need to dance around the topic.

“I'm not a virgin.” His smile twitchted, static crackling. “You should ask our dear friend over there about that one.”

He'd said it. The only time he had ever admitted to it to anyone but Rosie. And she had practically pulled it straight out of his brain, having figured out what shifted between him and Husk before he could even tell her. It had been so fresh back then and he had been so flustered by her observation, Alastor hadn’t even tried to deny it.

Angel turned his head just enough to look at Husk, leaving Alastor with his profil perdu.

“We did it once.”

Why was no one calling it by name?

Sex. He'd had sex with Husk, what felt like an entire lifetime ago, and yet it was so burned into his memory that Alastor was here now. He wanted a repeat. And while this had loosed his inhibitions enough to seek it out, it surely hadn’t been the first time he had thought about it. They didn’t need to know that. At least not yet.

Alastor searched for surprise on Angel’s face or maybe something else, in case Husk had told him before. However, there was mostly concern written all over it. Husk seemed to understand it better than Alastor did.

“Back when I was an overlord.” Some of the tension left Angel’s shoulder's just to reappear on Husk’s. He ended more quietly with: “I still had my soul when it happened.”

Ah. That was what that look had been about.

Under different circumstances Alastor might have been offended by the implication that he would force Husk to sleep with him. He knew they might look screwed to the outside but Alastor did have morals. But right now, Alastor didn’t find it in him to be mad. If anything, there was a weird sense of relief that Angel was there in between them - smoothing out some of the tension.

Angel tried to smile at him. It fell short, however, with how on edge he was. In his voice there was his typical overconfidence to mask being nervous. “My offer to suck ya dick still stands.”

To a degree, that did sound intriguing, but that just wouldn’t work for Alastor. “You cannot do that,” he said simply.

“I totally can.” Angel lit up slightly with newfound excitement. It was closer to the attitude Alastor had anticipated. His eyes got some of their sparkle back. “I love doin’ it, I'm great at it!”

“Angel, I don’t doubt that.” At least Alastor had found his normal pitch again. “I'm trying to say I don’t have the anatomy necessary for you to do that.”

“Oh.”

“Right. Oh.” Alastor sighed. He was tired of making conversation and his shirt was starting to cling to his back from another hot flash. “This does not seem to be going anywhere. Touching myself was still better than whatever this is.”

Husk made a sudden step towards Alastor at that. The comment had hit a switch in him. Husk was still as easy to lure in as ever. He was slowly approaching. A tiger closing on a deer. Electricity shot down Alastor’s spine, spreading out in his hips.

“You were touching yourself? Is that why you're here?” Husk crouched down so they were at eye-level. His tone just toed that line of teasing that made Alastor’s fur stand on end. “Did it not feel right?”

Husk was trying to get under his skin. He didn’t have to know it was working. “I just don’t see the appeal in it.”

A familiar grin was spreading across Husk’s face. One Alastor hadn’t seen directed at him in over a decade. The kind of confident asshole of a grin, that had drawn him to Husk from across the room on the first night they had met. The kind of smile Alastor wanted both to wipe off his face and yet see all the time. That stupid teasing grin that had irrevocably changed the course of both their afterlifes in a second.

The same smile that had gotten Alastor into his bed once before.

“Didn’t I show you?”

The heat in Alastor’s abdomen was settling lower. He needed someone to touch him. As soon as possible.

Husk’s face was getting closer. Husk was leaning closer or Alastor was leaning forward. He wasn’t sure. He didn’t care as long as the distance between them was shrinking.

Angel snapped them out of their trance, when he stood up. “I'll leave and let ya two have some privacy.”

“No.”

Alastor and Husk had said it at the same time. Their eyes met, visibly surprised by their clear agreement on the matter, before both looked up towards Angel.

Angel stood there - hesitant and awkward - looking back and forth between them.

“While the circumstances around, how it came to be, make me wish I and ripped that moth's throat out the first time I ever saw him.” Alastor took a deep breath, originally to calm his voice, but instead he realized, that sentence had caused a genuine grin on Angel’s face. It sent a delightful thrill through him. “I do think you are the expert on whatever this misery is.” He gestured towards himself. “I'd prefer it, if you stayed.”

Husk had nodded along. “I'd feel better if you could keep an eye on him, too.” There was a pause where they exchanged a few glazes Alastor couldn’t decipher. “Only if you feel up for it, of course. It's okay if it's too much for you, baby.”

Baby. Alastor remembered a time where Husk had something similarly affectionate to call him. Before him leaving, before the deal, before Alastor's own leash.

Angel sat back down, his ridiculously long legs criss-crossed. His features turned more gentle again. “Honestly I feel better stayin’, too. I'll just freak out when I sit around alone wonderin’ if you're doin’ fine, smiles.”

“I appreciate that.” Alastor surprised himself with how genuinely thankful he sounded. He was thankful, he had just thought he was better at hiding it.

Usually, he thought about every single word that he said out loud. He turned each one over in his mind, considering all the possible outcomes. None of that was working right now. He couldn’t get a grip on anything, consciousness running through his fingers like sand.

Alastor’s head was throbbing. Angel was talking to him. Rather nervously rattling something off at him. Alastor couldn’t focus on it, no matter how hard he tried. He just stared at Angel's face. Alastor hadn’t ever seen him without any make-up before. He looked softer, less fierce.

“Whatever ya need me to do,” Angel finished his ramble.

“I need you to shut up for a second.” There was no real bite to it, Alastor sounded mostly exhausted - a little distracted maybe. The next sentence just fell out of his mouth, his brain didn’t seem to be involved in that decision at all. “And I really need you to kiss me.”

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Angel seemed to be buffering for a moment, trying to process Alastor’s words. He slow-blinked at him once, twice, and when Alastor thought it wasn’t happening anymore, Angel finally leaned forward.

Even though Alastor had asked for it, he somehow still ended up being the surprised one. He remembered to close his eyes, just in time for Angel to press his lips to his.

Kissing wasn’t always good. Actually, it was rarely worth the trouble, in Alastor's opinion. It was wet and intrusive. So why he had asked for it was mostly a mystery to himself. Angel had just looked so soft. Kissing him seemed like a sensible option to find out if that was true.

And Angel was indeed soft.

All gentle pressure and slow moving. So when he reached for Alastor’s face, one cautious hand on each side of Alastor’s jaw, Alastor’s mouth fell open all by itself. Something about the way Angel was gently holding Alastor’s face was quite disarming. He felt himself go more slack, putting additional weight on Angel’s hands.

When Angel’s tongue met his, it sent a shiver through Alastor. It started in the back of his skull and traveled down his spine, until it fizzled out in his hip bones.

Cotton candy. That was what Alastor’s brain felt like. Fluffy and sticky and sweet. Probably a weird shade of pink. Which actually wasn’t all that note-worthy for brains, if he thought about it. But thinking wasn’t really something Alastor was capable of right now.

Angel’s thumbs slowly caressed Alastor’s face while they kept kissing. Now open-mouthed, Angel’s tongue moving against his. He couldn’t help the way his static picked up, a low continual hum, crackling through the air.

It felt like forever and like no time at all had passed, when Angel pulled away. Alastor tried to chase after his lips but he was held in place.

“Alastor?” Angel hummed.

Upon hearing his name, he slowly opened his eyes. Nothing but a distracted humm of acknowledgement came as a response. Alastor didn’t want to talk. He wanted to keep kissing Angel.

“How do ya feel about your ears being touched?”

His ears folded back instinctively. “There has been more than one incident of someone losing a hand over that.”

That wasn’t a lie, but those were usually people who hadn’t asked. There were people that had touched them without any consequences.

Angel had a playful grin on his face. His head was tilted, almost like a puppy, trying to figure the world out. “Would I be losin’ a hand?”

He was looking at him with so much purehearted curiosity, that Alastor just had to entertain it. He could blame it on not thinking straight later. “No, you wouldn’t.”

The smile that spread across Angel's face was blinding. “It's fine, if ya change your mind. I'll have five left.”

Alastor couldn’t stop the chuckle. “You're so delightfully unhinged.”

With Angel still holding his face, Alastor couldn’t turn towards the sound, but his ears did. Husk’s laugh spread warmth in his chest. “That might be the biggest compliment I've ever heard him give someone.”

Was it? It might have been. Alastor’s compliments were usually thinly veiled insults.

“Thank you.” Angel carefully replaced one hand at a time, so he was holding Alastor's face up with his bottom pair. “And thank you for lettin’ me do this.”

For the first time, Alastor was glad, he was sitting with his back hidden from both of them. His tail had started wagging.

Before he could worry about covering that up, Angel had captured his lips again in another kiss and just a moment later, both his ears were gently cupped. Angel petted them softly, caressed the whole length of them, kneaded a little harder right at the base. He moved so expertly, the feeling was overtaking Alastor’s whole body. His brain had shut off. He wasn’t entirely sure if he was even kissing Angel back anymore.

After a while, Alastor struggled with keeping his balance with how far he had leaned towards Angel. He must have kept pressing his head closer, without realizing. He swayed and both Angel and Husk failed to keep in a giggle. Angel let him go to find a steady position.

“Why don’t we get you off the floor, Bambi?”

Husk’s suggestion was so appealing to Alastor, he didn’t even protest against the nickname.

Angel got up first and in a couple long steps, found his spot on the edge of the mattress. To Alastor’s surprise, Husk didn’t follow. He got up and stepped in front of Alastor, offering his paws for him to take. Under different circumstances, Alastor might have taken it as an insult that Husk thought he couldn’t get up by himself. But right now, just the thought of standing made his knees weak. So he took Husk up on his offer.

It took their combined efforts, but they did get Alastor safely up on his feet.

Once standing, Alastor let go of Husk but instead of going, Husk grabbed Alastor’s waist. Husk's paws felt impossibly large on Alastor’s waist. The claws against the small of his back, caused a thrill in Alastor. That part wasn’t unfamiliar. Alastor had always been fascinated with how fragile his body felt against Husk’s. Husk could do damage.

Husk maneuvered him around with his paws on his hips, seemingly trying to get his back to face the bed but they got interrupted by a gasp from Angel before he had fully turned.

“Oh fuck, wait, wow” Angel stumbled over his words, “do I loose a hand if I touch your tail?” His eyes went impossibly wider at a little excited twitch, that Alastor couldn’t control. “Ya know what? Ya can just have a hand as payment if that means I can touch it.”

Alastor hadn’t thought about the fact that Angel didn’t even know his tail existed. This was the first time he had seen him without his jacket. Alastor kept it secret for a reason. The fluffy little thing portrayed any emotion and people usually told him how cute it was. The radio demon couldn’t be cute.

Husk made a sound between a huff and laugh, like he tried to not let it show how amused he actually was. “Stop offering him to take your limbs.”

“They grow back, wouldn’t be the first time,” Angel waved Husk off with such nonchalance that his words almost didn’t register. Did he just say he had lost limbs before?

Alastor gave Husk his best attempt at a reassuring smile. “Not to worry, Husker, I have no desire to eat him.”

Alastor looked back, just to find Angel had furrowed his brows but looked somewhat surprised and slightly… upset? Alastor could practically see the gears turning. “What is happening in that head of yours?”

“I know it's messed up. But I'm kind of offended that ya aren’t even considerin’ eatin’ me.” Angel said it like his own words were surprising him. Alastor hadn’t seen that coming either. People were usually happy about not being eaten in his experience. “I don’t know. Kinda sucks if the cannibal thinks ya not gonna taste good.”

“I didn't say that.” Alastor crooked his head. The way he liked best: Just about far enough to look unnatural. “I just think you're much more fun walking around. I could have a taste however, in case you want to find out.”

Angel didn’t get to answer, because Husk spoke up first. “Should've known letting you two go at it, was going to get creepy real fast.”

There came a little huff and an eye-roll from Angel. “Baby, nobody believes ya when ya complain about that. ”

“Not complaining.” Husk grinned, as he gave Alastor's hips a tug, pulling him forward. “I said it was creepy. Never said that I'm not into creepy.”

And that stupid grin, so close, made Alastor lunge forward. With his claws tangled in the fur of Husk’s cheeks, he basically crushed their faces together.

If kissing Angel was soft and slow, kissing Husk was desperate and urgent. Kissing Husk set his skin on fire, but it untangled the terrible knot in Alastor’s chest. Kissing Husk was like he could finally breathe again.

Alastor loved the way Husk’s fur felt against his palms. That was something he had been aware of the entire time, just itching for his chance to touch him. He had, on the other hand, forgotten just how good Husk’s tongue felt against his.

He feared he would never get enough tonight. What if the need just kept building and building like it was now and he would never be able to stop?

Husk pulled away first. Irritation was bubbling up in Alastor again. This wasn’t moving anywhere as fast as he needed it to. It settled down when Husk bumped the top of his head against Alastor’s jaw. Alastor couldn’t decide if he believed it to be a deliberate action or muscle memory from a time where physical contact like that was ordinary. He wouldn’t mind either and he could be more patient if he got to hold Husk close just a bit longer.

“He can touch your tail, right?”

Right. Angel had asked about that. He gave him a nod. He knew his voice would be croaky again, if he tried to talk right now.

Unlike touching his ears, touching his tail did not turn his brain off and it didn’t feel all gooey and soft. The sensation of Angel’s hand brushing through the fur of his tail didn’t really pass his brain at all. Alastor had no control over the way it twitched and stood up enough, that Angel ran an experimental hand through the white fur on the underside. Alastor’s muscles pulled taunt. He was throbbing and gushing so much, Alastor feared the wet patch would be visible on the outside of his pants soon, if this went on any longer.

Angel must have taken the way he had stiffened as a sign that Alastor didn't enjoy it, because he quickly drew his hand back. He wrung the lower pair in his lap, clearly struggling with something on his mind.

“I know that offer comes a little late, but if it aint feelin’ right with us.” Angel said it quieter and more unsure than anything had sounded tonight. “I'm sure I can get ya someone else, that knows what they're doing and isn't gonna ask any questions. Ya know I have my connec…”

Husk cut him off. “That isn’t happening.”

Angel was visibly taken aback by Husk’s firm intervention. “Don't ya think that's his decision, Husk?”

“In this state? No.” Husk’s grip on him tightened. “He can tap out any time from anything we’re doing. But I'm not letting anybody else see him like this.”

Alastor should be pushing back on that. He should be putting Husk in his place. He cupped Husk’s jaw and urged him to turn his face back to him. But there wasn’t a single thing in his brain he wanted to say, even if he vaguely knew he should. He dropped his face down and they were kissing again. This time it was much less hurried. Almost indulgent. Something was stirring in his chest. Something warm and fuzzy. Something as unwelcome as it was familiar.

Husk’s paws were flexing against Alastor’s back, when they parted, claws starting to prick his skin even through the fabric between them.

“He's not going anywhere I can't keep an eye on him.” Alastor hadn’t seen him glare like that at Angel in a very long time. “You can still leave if you changed your mind.”

“I don’t mind sharin’ ya like this.” His tone conveyed that Angel had meant for it to sound teasing. He tried to lighten the mood.

It did the opposite.

Alastor felt his stomach twist. Angel made it sound like some kind of charity case. Like Angel was the one allowing it to happen. Like Angel was doing this is in some kind of grant act of selflessness. That wasn't what this was.

If anything it was the other way around. He had allowed Angel to play with Husk.

Husk was his.

Before it all fell apart, Husk used to have only eyes for him. No matter where or when, if they had been in the same room Husk was looking at him. And hadn’t Husk made it clear enough? Angel was the one colliding with their world. It had been them against hell, before Angel had ever even entered their peripheral.

After a long pause of them staring at each other, Angel quietly said: “I didn't mean anything bad by it.”

Husk’s expression finally softened at that. “I know. I just…” Alastor didn’t get to see Husk struggling for words like that often. Husk looked at him for a moment. A split second here his features betrayed him. He looked frightened and suddenly the embrace felt no longer possessive and more like Husk was clinging to him like a liveline. He looked back to Angel to continue, “It needs to be me. I can trust you with him but nobody else.”

The air in the room was heavy. Stuffy. The silence rang in Alastor's ears.

Until Angel nodded. He took a deep breath and muttered an “okay” mostly to himself.

He moved further onto the bed settling against the headboard. “How about ya let him go for a moment, baby? So he can come here and lean against me, hmm?” Angel tapped a palm against his fluffy chest twice. “I'll just hold ya. The hug will feel real’ good for ya, smiles. And then Husk can take care of ya, okay?”

At any other time, that tone would have been condescending but a little part of Alastor was glad to get this moving without having to figure anything out himself. Angel looked almost like a living - or something adjacent - stuffed animal against the pile of blankets and pillows. With his open arms, he looked so inviting.

It wasn’t really a decision Alastor had to make consciously. Angel drew him in like a magnet. A feeling Alastor couldn’t tell if he had ever had with Angel before tonight. Maybe he did. He did let him get away with much more than other people.

Most notably he had let him be this close to Husk. Besides Niffty, he had never let anyone get into arms reach. Husk was his to protect.

He wriggled free from Husk’s embrace and the rest felt like it was just happening to him and nothing he was controlling. He got onto the bed, let Angel coo at him and help him find a spot between his legs with his back to Angel.

He slid down until he could lay in a way, that allowed Alastor’s head to sink into the fur on Angel’s chest. It was even softer than he had imagined it. Angel wrapped a set of arms around Alastor, the other pair got back to petting his ears. Alastor had to admit, this was already better than being alone. There was a pleasant buzz on his skin, where Angel was pressed against him. The pressure of his hug, somehow made it easier to breathe. Angel had been right.

Husk stood a few steps away from the bed still, taking in the scene. “You two comfy?”

“Very,” Angel sighed. He squeezed Alastor's chest as if to emphasize his point.

It should feel like too much, too close, but that wasn’t the case. It felt comforting. Alastor tried to push that feeling to the back of his mind. He wasn’t here for anything like that. Alastor might believe his own lie if he just repeated it enough.

Husk approached but instead of climbing into the bed, he stepped close until he could reach above Alastor. The kiss between him and Angel lasted barely a couple seconds. It couldn’t have been more than a peck and somehow that stung more than if they had been making out. Alastor couldn’t explain a gesture like that away with anything but pure-hearted affection.

“I'm sorry, Angel.”

When had Husk started to be someone who genuinely apologized for anything?

“For what?” Angel sounded weary but not upset in any way. He kept caressing Alastor’s ears, which had perked up significantly at Husk’s apology.

“For bitching at you and because I'll probably be a bitch a few more times tonight.”

“It's fine. You’re an ass. Good thing I like those.” Even without seeing it, Alastor could perfectly imagine the exaggerated grin on .

Husk sighed. “I'm being serious.”

“I know. We're all stressed. Ya turn into a bitch, I make everything a joke and this guy…” He rubbed at the very tips of Alastor’s ears, making them flick away from him. “I don’t know yet. He doesn’t talk as much as he usually does. His static has been weird, too, but it sounds nicer when we touch him.”

“You noticed that?” Alastor couldn’t hide the surprise in his tone at all.

“Yeah, I like the sounds ya usually make. You’re like a walkin’ white-noise machine. It was a little weird at first, but once I got used to it, I liked hearin’ ya around.”

Alastor was still searching his mind for what to answer to that, when Angel got back to giving orders. “Get into bed now. Ya have better things to do than stand around.”

Alastor couldn’t deny that there was something he enjoyed in the way Angel took control. It was easy to tell he was still nervous and putting on a brave face, but it made him all the more curious of what he could get from Angel if he found his footing and his usual confidence.

While Husk started moving, Angel tugged at the hem of Alastor’s shirt. “Can I get this off ya?”

“I don’t know, dear. Can you?”

“Oh, I'm so sorry. May be allowed to take your shirt off, Mr. 'Grammatically Correct Dirty Talk’?”

Husk snickered and Alastor had meant to glare at him but the urge died down at the smile that kept sticking to Husk’s face, even when their eyes met. Alastor could barely remember the last time Husk had smiled at him so much. The realization weighed heavy on his chest.

Angel attempted to make conversation, while he got started on Alastor’s shirt buttons with his lower hands. “So not a virgin, huh?

Husk had gotten busy with taking Alastor’s shoes off. He felt some shame at having forgotten to take them off, before getting into bed, but none of them seemed to blame him. At least not in the state he was in.

He tried to focus on the conversation with Angel instead. “Still hung up on that?”

“A little, maybe. Not surprised that people are into ya.” Angel pushed against his shoulder, urging him to sit up a bit to get the shirt entirely off. “Ya just make it sound like fuckin’ is below ya.”

Husk was still standing, but had moved so he could get a paw around the buckle of Alastor’s belt. He gave it a tug to quietly ask permission. Alastor just nodded at him.

It wasn’t entirely wrong, but not entirely right either. He settled on: “Well, I do think it is fine to indulge every once in a while.”

Once Alastor had gotten back into his spot, Angel ran a thumb across the base of Alastor’s left ear and he pressed into the touch. Alastor tried to nudge his hand just a bit and somehow Angel understood him perfectly. He moved his hand to rub against where his left antler met his skull. For a split second Alastor wondered if this was enough to make him cum.

“Well, ya only told me about Husk,” Angel noted.

Alastor’s eyes had fallen shut. He barely managed to lift his hips in time for Husk to peel his pants. Angel was talking to him to distract him from the nerve-wracking undressing. It was usually a part Alastor dreaded. He had never ever been this relaxed for it. Maybe Angel deserved a little fraction of an answer as a reward.

“There were a few others. Alive and dead.” But rarely. And noone he cared to discuss.

“But Husk sticks out?” So the subtext had been rather clear.

Husk was available. That's what he wanted to tell Angel. That Alastor had only picked him out because he was just a hallway away. But distance wasn’t really an issue for him. And he had gotten enough offers over time to know he could probably get someone to help out, even without taking Angel’s offer. Alastor didn’t want any of that.

Alastor turned his head enough to get a glimpse of Angel’s features, without ever lifting his head off his chest. “You tell me, dear. Does Husk stick out to you?”

Angel flushed, his cheek bones dusting over in the lightest hue of pink. “I guess ya got a point.”

Alastor was still admiring Angel’s blush when the mattress dipped. He only turned his attention towards Husk, when his legs were pushed apart to make space for him. Husk froze, once he had settled into a spot between Alastor’s legs. His pupils left nothing but a thin gold ring of his irises - eyes almost fully black in the low light of the room.

Angel giggled, the sound vibrated against the back of Alastor’s head. “Ya look like you're gettin’ high off your ass just lookin’ at him.”

“Feels like it, too.” Husk looked like he was about to start drooling.

Alastor didn’t know when he had taken his underwear off. His face was heating up, but it felt distinctly different to the burn he felt from the drug. Alastor was blushing. “Will you stop staring at it?”

Husk slid his paw up his thigh until it laid right against his pubic bone. Still not actually touching anything that Alastor needed him to. His smile strained, growl right at the back of his throat.

“Don’t be too mad.” Angel ran a hand soothingly up and down Alastors chest. “He’s a kitty. They like to play with their food.”

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Husk pushed Alastor's knees up a little and his legs further apart, making sure he was on full display for him.

And without further warning, Husk pounced. All feline and fluid and before the quick movement was worked through in Alastor’s brain, sparks were already traveling over his skin, where Husk trailed his tongue over his folds. The first few strokes of his tongue were broad and slow. He was licking up all the slick that had collected on Alastor.

An instant wave of relief hit him. The heat in his body pooled in his abdomen, making his limbs lighter. Husk had barely started but this already made Alastor’s own attempts seem ridiculous. It usually took more but Alastor was already panting, little moans slipping out.

Husk’s paws were kneading into the flesh of Alastor’s thighs. His tail was swinging slowly behind him, clearly excited.

Alastor buried a hand in the fur between Husk’s ears. It didn't have much purpose to it, besides getting to touch him. Husk’s eyes fell shut. What a sight he was between Alastor’s legs.

Angel was slowly combing his fingers through the fur of Alastor’s chest. Alastor placed his other hand on Angel’s thigh, that was pressed against his side. His fur was so silky, his body so warm, he smelled so sweet.

It was all almost too nice, too dreamlike, almost too good to be real after how miserable he had felt while alone. Alastor could hardly believe his luck.

Husk seemed to have gotten his fill of lazy grooming. His paws wandered on Alastor's thighs, only to stop so disappointingly close to where Alastor wanted them. Alastor gasped, when Husk’s thumbs inched just that bit closer to spread him open.

Husk pressed his face in so close, his nose was bumping into Alastor. And there is nothing short of bliss on Husk’s face. The cat that got the cream.

Alastor was loud. That realization wasn’t anything new to him. His voice was his livelihood. Always had been, no matter if alive or dead.

It was, however, new to Angel.

When Husk’s tongue dipped inside him, the moan that escaped was filthy. Angel’s hips bucked behind Alastor, pressing his hard length against his back for a moment. He jerked back just as fast.

“Sorry. Ya just sound so nice. I couldn’t help myself. I'll stay still now.”

“Did someone tell you to? I usually know you as someone far more eager and confident than this.” Alastor used the hand that had been on Angel’s thigh to pick one of Angel’s hands off his chest, and pulled it towards his face.

“Scared I'll bite?” He placed an open-mouthed kiss into Angel’s palm, causing a sharp inhale behind him. “I told you, I wouldn’t. Not unless you ask me to, darling.”

“Husky,” Angel whined, “ya should've warned me what a fuckin’ flirt he is, if he wants to.”

Alastor loved the sound of Angel’s whining. It was satisfying to know he got to him like that.

Husk seemed to struggle for a moment between muffling a laugh and continuing to lap at Alastor. It was a strange feeling, but Alastor's core was heating up nonetheless. He liked the way Husk moved against him. He liked that Husk was so amused by what was happening.

“Flattery will get you…”

Alastor didn’t get further than that. The words got stuck in his throat, in favor of a high-pitched squeal that made his own ears twitch and the static in the air wobble. He instantly let go of Angel’s hand.

Husk had sucked sharply at the sensitive bundle of nerves, he had been intentionally avoiding until now.

He pulled back just enough for Alastor to catch his self-satisfied grin. “Talkin’ too much. Be good and keep moaning for me, will you?”

Alastor might have to kill Husk. Later. After this was done.

Husk somehow took Alastor’s wordless grumble of protest as motivation to get even more into it.

So did Angel. His hands roamed over Alastor in bigger, more demanding movements. Angel squeezed his waist. Angel’s fingers ran along each rib, so clear on Alastor’s thin frame. They mapped the scars running over Alastor's torso and arm, like Angel was trying to remember every single one after this was over. He let his fingertips dance over the lines of Alastor's collarbones. A hand lightly cupped his throat, making Alastor gasp although he tried not to react, before it traveled back down.

Angel’s face was right by Alastor’s ear. "You're breathtakin’,” he whispered.

The tone of Angel’s voice made Alastor clearly see the little lopsided grin he did when he was being cheeky. The compliment was so cheesy and he knew it was a joke over Alastor's slip up. But Angel did sound out of breath and agitated. So all Alastor could think was how cute and charming it all was.

Alastor didn’t answer, he just moaned a little louder when Angel nuzzled his face against his ear. He squeezed Angel’s thigh, hoping that somehow got all the things across he was thinking. He couldn’t remember when he had gotten his hand back on Angel’s leg.

The squeeze caused Angel to buck his hips again but this time, it didn’t startle either of them. Instead of catching himself, Angel settled into a slow rhythm of sliding his length against Alastor’s back.

Alastor mentally cursed himself for not getting Angel out of his clothes before this. The fabric between them was a nuisance.

It was like Alastor’s spine was suddenly charged with electricity - sparks traveling up and down. A constant buzz wherever Husk or Angel were pressed against him.

Alastor should be warning Husk. His hand gripped tighter into the fur between Husk’s ears but there weren’t any words forming, before Alator stumbled over the edge.

The sound that left his throat had started somewhere in his chest vibrating through him. It was loud and animalistic and it had both Husk and Angel moan in response.

Husk only slowed down for Alastor to ride the feeling out. Right when he thought Husk would stop, he picked up his pace again. Alastor didn’t get to cool down. The heat just kept building and building and building. In any other circumstance, Alastor would have been ashamed by just how little time it took for him to cum again.

This time his eyes unfocused, his back arched, pressing his chest into Angel’s hands. Husk kept his tongue on him until Alastor gently pushed his head off him with a gasp. Husk obediently sat up.

Alastor was panting, trying to catch his breath. He was so sweaty. He could tell his slick had spread down one thigh from how sticky and wet he felt there. How it got there he isn't sure.

“Scoot back a little, kitty.”

And Husk moved. Alastor noticed the lack of complaint from Husk for a second time, but he truly looked like he was blissed out - almost drunk. He just didn’t seem to care.

“Now you move, buck.”

And somehow Alastor didn’t complain either. He didn’t ever enjoy being called that but when it was Angel, it wasn’t so bad. So that was why Husk didn’t mind. Angel just had that effect on people apparently.

Alastor leaned forward so Angel could untangle his limbs from around him and get up. Alastor’s ears rushed. His own breathing was starting to sound irritating.

“Where are you going?”

The question sounded more unnerved than Alastor had meant it to.

“Gettin’ a towel. Ya look uncomfortable with the…” Angel stopped, gestured vaguely towards where Husk was still seated between Alastor’s legs. And for a moment he looked like he was about to say something filthy, but ended up landing on: “the bodily fluids of it all.”

How had he even noticed that?

Angel was being considerate in a way that Alastor couldn’t have predicted. He had to admit, he had highly underestimated, what an important role he would be playing in making Alastor feel safe.

It wasn't a word he thought he'd use at all tonight. Maybe that was why he was so aware of how true it was.

His head throbbed and his limbs were heavy and yet jelly, his thighs ached dully. He was on edge and yet so unable to focus that trying to think made him frustrated. But every time he felt himself slip, there was someone to catch him now.

Angel took a few steps along the side of the bed and stopped next to Husk. Husk had followed his movements with his eyes - or rather he had been staring at him mesmerized - so they were looking straight at each other, when Angel extended a hand towards Husk’s face. Husk leaned forward, making Angel catch him earlier.

Alastor should have been looking somewhere else. He should have let them have a glimpse of privacy that they hadn’t had at all since he literally dropped into Husk's room.

Knowing that, didn’t change that he couldn’t get himself to turn away. It didn't outweigh the fact that Alastor wanted to watch.

He watched as Husk stretched up and Angel leaned down. The first touch of their lips was chaste. Affectionate. The next was more urgent and heated. The third time their lips connected, it was barely a few seconds before the kiss was mostly tongues. It was obscene how clearly Alastor could see them slide against each other.

The worst part about it was how wet it got Alastor.

When they finally parted, Alastor was sure his face was flushed up to the tips of his ears. Angel had the audacity to lick his lips while making eye contact with Alastor, right before he started walking again.

The change of pace made Alastor realize just how hard the drugs were hitting him now. They must’ve kept spreading in his system and the effects kept getting stronger. With how distracted he had been, he hadn’t been assessing his condition. He let himself flop back, fully flat on his back looking at the ceiling. He was floating.

After a moment of pondering, Angel quietly rummaging in the bathroom, he said to Husk: “I think I might be starting to vaguely get it.”

“Get what?” Husk sounded about as confused as intrigued.

“That Angel is… What do the kids say nowadays?” He raised a hand waving it around a little as if that would make him help find the word. As if he could grab it out of thin air. “...Hot,” he finished, lowering his hand again.

He heard Angel suppress a laugh from the bathroom - a sound that ended up somewhere between a sharp exhale and a snort. Great, so Alastor’s volume control wasn’t working as well as he had thought.

“Bein’ real’ cute over there, huh?”

“I'm not cute.” This time he had meant to say it loud enough for Angel to hear.

“Ya sound exactly like Husk.” Did he? Angel's footsteps were approaching but Alastor kept looking at the ceiling. “An’ you're both wrong.”

Alastor cackled, a little besides himself. The laughing track sounded vaguely distorted. “Husk is very cute, indeed.”

A towel was being dangled over Alastor's face, obscuring his view. “Ya wanna clean up yourself or want me to do it?”

“Moving sounds like a horrific idea right now. You do it.” The words were out, before Alastor could really process them. He'd told someone else to clean him up. He'd never done that, but none of the usual worry washed over him.

Angel would take care of him.

Oh, what an odd thought.

Not a thought he had ever had before tonight.

Angel gently touched the towel to Alastor’s thigh, cleaning him carefully. Alastor still fixated on the ceiling. It stopped the room from spinning. Even without watching, he was able to tell how serious Angel took his task.

When Angel moved the towel further and further up, Alastor’s legs had started to tremble. He had to use all the willpower he had left to keep his hips glued to the mattress. Angel was drying him off. He couldn’t just go hump against the towel. Even if that would feel good.

“This isn’t supposed to feel this good.”

He only realized he said that out loud because he heard his own voice.

Husk smoothed over the fur on his calf. A motion that was meant to be soothing, Alastor was sure, but it riled him up. He was getting irritated. Frustrated.

His head throbbed and nobody was holding him so the gentle pressure was gone. His skin didn’t buzz pleasantly, it was starting to itch. Even the dim light of the room hurt in his eyes.

“Just enjoy it.” Husk tapped his claws against Alastor’s calf and made the muscle twitch. “Or what do you want?”

Husk’s voice was gentle and smooth but it made Alastor snap. There was a surge of defensiveness. They had just been fussing over him, doing anything he wanted them to. He didn’t need their pity. He needed them to want him.

“I certainly don’t want to be the only one who wants this.” He spat it back at them. “What do you want?”

Alastor’s face burned. An immature tantrum - that was what it seemed like. Angel giggled while pulling the towel away. Short and sweet and more irritation rose in Alastor’s chest. Angel didn’t have to laugh at him like that.

Alastor opened his mouth to sneer at him. He, however, closed it the second Angel leaned over and into his field of vision. Angel had never looked taller. Never more like the predator he was under all that fluff. Alastor swallowed around a lump in his throat.

“I wanna know what it feels like inside ya.”

It sounded like Angel wanted to crack his chest open and stick his hands inside. Alastor would let him. It might help with the unsettling need and hunger rushing through him.

Alastor clenched around nothing. There was slick dripping out of him.

Husk huffed, almost mockingly. “He just dried you off.”

Alastor was too distracted to feel annoyed by that comment. He was hypnotized by Angel's eyes. He had never stared into them this intently. The universe shrinked to the size of the room.

“Ya should tell us if ya need a break now. Do ya?”

Alastor slowly shook his head. He didn’t want any more of a break than he already had.

“So ya can take whatever we have for ya?”

Alastor nodded. He could and he wanted to. He wanted to find out what they would do to him if he just let them. He really didn’t want to be the one in charge anymore.

“I need ya to say it out loud, handsome.”

Oh, he liked the sound of that. It made him shiver.

“I can take it.” His voice was raspy. The words hadn’t gotten out as clear as he thought they would.

Angel grinned, bright and wide, gold fang catching the light. “Not sure I caught that, sorry.”

Alastor wanted to shove Angel’s face away but instead he pulled it down, pressing their mouths together. Not quite a successful kiss between Angel's giggle and Alastor’s grumbling. Not quite a successful kiss between their competing smiles.

“Stop being patronizing.”

“Oh, I'm sorry." Angel hummed against his lips. One of his hands was trailing down Alastor’s front over his stomach. “Can I make it up to ya?”

Alastor wrapped a hand around Angel’s wrist, urging that hand further down and between his legs. “You can.”

Angel caught him in another kiss, tongue sliding against Alastor’s. Alastor still held his wrists. He could feel Angel’s pulse against his fingers.

“Let go for a second.” Angel used the same tone on him as he had earlier when luring him into bed. He sounded so sickeningly sweet but he was unmistakably making commands. “I wanna switch places with Husky. Ya two cuddle up for me, okay?”

Alastor breathed out an “okay” but he had to force himself to let go.

It was a bit of a blur to him how they rearranged. He kind of reminded himself of a starfish just clinging to the aquarium wall while all the other fish swam around in circles. He had a good chuckle about that thought in his head.

Husk appeared next to his side. “Lift your head.”

Alastor obliged and Husk slid his arm under it, settling down against him. Alastor turned his upper body so he could swing an arm around Husk’s waist. He buried his face against Husk’s chest, nuzzling into the heap of fur.

“Cozy, handsome?”

Angel must have realized he had liked that. Angel was dangerously good at noticing details like that. Alastor didn’t want to think about all the things he had revealed by just being a little bit sloppy around Angel. Because he hadn’t ever taken him as the threat he certainly should have. That much was clear already.

“Angel, hurry up” was all Alastor answered.

“Don't need to tell me twice.”

Angel had barely finished the sentence before his finger slipped into Alastor. The sudden intrusion caused him to flinch. Husk wrapped his arms around him keeping him close.

The whole position wasn’t the most comfortable but he couldn’t seem to get himself to adjust. He wanted his legs spread for Angel and his face pressed into Husk and if his back hurt after, then that was a tomorrow problem.

Husk mouthed at Alastor’s ear. Angel slipped a second finger in. Alastor felt so much relief at being held and being filled.

“You don’t really think you're the only one who wants this, right?”

Alastor didn’t know what to answer. He knew this realistically wouldn’t have been happening without him showing up like that. He knew neither of them would have asked for it any other way. They hadn’t in decades.

“Come on. You know me better than that.” Husk grazed his teeth along the rim of Alastor’s ear. “I'm not that selfless.”

“And yet you're so graciously sharing.” Alastor had to concentrate quite a lot but got that sentence out without his voice shaking too much.

“Is that what it is?” Husk chuckled. “Maybe I'm just greedy enough to want you both.”

Husk was greedy. That was part of had always been something Alastor admired in a way. It was something they used to have in common. Nothing had ever been enough. Husk used to be so much larger than life or death. He used to take whatever or whoever he wanted.

It was one of the few things Alastor had ever regretted: That he was at least partially responsible for Husk not allowing himself that greed anymore.

Alastor couldn’t possibly answer with the way Angel had started curling his fingers and rubbing against him with another hand. Two more hands petting at his thighs. Angel hit a spot inside him that made Alastor see stars. And of course he noticed immediately, not moving away from it anymore.

His orgasm hit Alastor somewhat surprising. He arched his back, pressing himself tighter against Husk. Angel kept moving his fingers through it. It dragged the feeling out. He was trembling, rather whining than moaning.

Behind Alastor’s eyes there was pressure building. Somewhere in the far back of his mind, there was a part of him that just wanted to let go and cry. Cry from being overwhelmed, from feeling too good, from being held so fucking affectionately against Husk’s chest. He didn’t want to think about how much he had missed that and how easily they had fallen back into that. Like they hadn’t stopped for decades.

“Feelin’ that good?” Husk’s low voice vibrated in his chest. Alastor realized Husk was purring just barely audible.

Alastor answered with a weak nod. Angel had slowed significantly down but he was still pumping his fingers in and out of Alastor. Slowly stroking against his walls.

“I knew you'd like it, when Angel fucks you.”

The words caused a little twitch of Alastor’s tail. It sounded like Husk had given it some thought before. Alastor liked that. Liked the idea that Husk had imagined this and that even with Angel around he still thought about Alastor like this, too.

A small part of him found it frustrating that Husk had never brought it up. He could’ve had this so much earlier.

Alastor pulled back just enough to speak clearly and not be muffled against Husk’s fur. “This hardly counts as fucking yet and I think Angel would agree.”

“I can’t believe ya hid from me what a delightful freak ya are, Al.” He said “delightful” with a slight imitation of Alastor’s tone.

Alastor cracked up at that. Laugh track playing, his own laugh a little delirious and so obviously high. He wriggled himself free and rolled onto his back, still using Husk as a pillow. “I do not think I'm hiding being a freak at all. You just did not realize it applied to this part of me, too. And I think that's on you, darling. You’re the expert here.”

Angel was smiling brightly at him. His cheeks had flushed just barely when Alastor had called him “darling”.

“Ya got me there,” Angel admitted.

Angel pulled his fingers out. Any words of protest died in Alastor’s throat as he watched Angel stick the fingers that had just been inside Alastor into his mouth. Angel was a filthy thing and Alastor feared he might already be hooked.

He had made a little show out of cleaning his fingers, but now he was thoughtfully roaming his eyes over Alastor's body.

“I think Husk deserves the first round. He’s been such a good boy,” he said eventually.

Oh. First round? Good boy?

Alastor was still trying to process that, when Husk tried to get up, in his frenzy forgetting that Alastor was laying on his arm. Alastor scrambled to get himself propped up on his elbows in time.

Angel giggled. “Careful, baby.”

“Sorry, Bambi.” Husk pressed his lips to Alastor’s cheekbone. Right over his permanent smile.

Alastor should protest the nickname. It had been the second time tonight and he knew Husk well enough to be aware, that it didn't take much more for that name to stick. He just couldn’t think of a reason to complain. Husk said it so sweetly. He said it like he had affection left for Alastor.

It wasn’t the name he used to have for him but maybe this was better. Maybe what he wanted wasn’t the old Husk to come back. He wanted this version of Husk to be his, too.

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After Husk had calmed down a little from his first wave of overeagerness, Angel and him switched places without further accidents. Alastor had sat up straight. He wished he moved as smoothly as them but right now the safest option was just sitting in the middle of the bed, letting them do all the rearranging.

Angel propped himself up against the headboard behind Alastor's back. He placed his top pair of hands on Alastor’s shoulders, the other pair on his waist, trying to get Alastor to lean back.

Alastor resisted. Remembering what had bothered him earlier, he turned his head to look at Angel over his shoulder. “I need you to take your clothes off first.”

“Need me to?” Angel grinned.

The corners of Alastor’s own smile twitchted just a bit. “Yes, absolutely necessary for my enjoyment.”

“Oh how can I say no to that,” Angel purred.

Angel slipped out from his place behind Alastor on the bed. When he stood, he straightened to his full height, his top arms stretching up over his head once, before they traced a line down his sides. Angel made a show of wriggling himself out of the tiny pyjama top. His bottom hands pushed up the fluff of his chest.

Something about the way Angel’s long limbs moved had always been mesmerizing to Alastor. Angel was beautiful, that fact had not been lost on Alastor. He wasn’t blind afterall. Although tonight, for the first time, he felt like he got a taste of what other people must be getting out of watching Angel.

The sway of Angel’s hips as he tugged at the waistband of his shorts made Alastor’s mouth water. Heat dropped in his stomach causing a new wave of slick. With another tug, Angel’s cock sprung free.

Alastor clenched around nothing. The sight made him painfully aware of how empty he was. Aware of how Alastor still had not gotten the one thing he had been craving the most. The very thing that had gotten him to appear in this room in the first place.

“Socks stay on,” Angel explained while stepping out of the shorts.

Alastor nodded, but he had to bite his tongue. He didn’t really know what else to do with that. Something didn’t sit quite right with him, about being so bare and stripped of any clothes that could protect him from their eyes, while Angel got to keep something on. However, Alastor could swallow the complaint down to keep the peace.

Husk whistled at Angel, cutting through the tension in the room. There was a playful glint in his eyes, tail flicking behind him. “Lookin’ good, sweetheart.” Husk punctuated the statement with an exaggerated wink.

Angel groaned out a “gross,” but Alastor could see the smile at the corners of his lips. In one swift movement Angel had picked his top off the ground and chugged it at Husk. “Now take ya own clothes off.”

Husk just barely caught it in time before it could hit his face. He laughed, throwing it over his shoulder, before he shot a grin towards Alastor. He wrapped a paw around Alastor’s thigh and crooked his head.

“Show Angel your little magic trick, Al. Get them off for me.”

Oh, Alastor hadn’t even considered that. He really wasn’t in his right mind. He could have been so much more efficient.

Alastor snapped. And Husk’s pants appeared neatly folded on the floor next to Angel’s feet.

Husk chuckled at the surprise written all over Angel’s face. “Stop, staring and get back over there.”

Angel muttered something under his breath that Alastor didn’t catch, but started moving nonetheless. Alastor leaned out of Angel’s way to let him crawl back in place. Once he had reclaimed his spot, Angel wrapped a pair of arms around Alastor’s waist, pulling him back against him. This time he let him. He settled down, cushioned against Angel’s plush chest.

The next few minutes were another blur. The gentle squeeze of Angel’s embrace made Alastor's head pleasantly fuzzy. Husk kneading into his thigh did the rest to stop the ache in his joints. The moment Angel started caressing his ears again, Alastor’s eyes fell shut with a breathy moan.

One of Angel’s hands left Alastor’s side. A drawer opened. Alastor was somewhat aware Angel had thrown something out of it towards Husk. The crinkle of a plastic wrapper was almost deafening with how foreign of a sound it was, nothing else but their breathing audible in the room.

A long moment of anticipation passed, before the tip of Husk’s cock finally caught on Alastor’s entrance. He was so wet and Angel had warmed him up so much, the first few centimeters of Husk just slipped right in. No resistance whatsoever.

Angel pressed kisses to the side of Alastor’s face. His jaw, his cheekbone, his temple. The gesture was so wildly affectionate, the inside of Alastor’s rib cage turned warm and gooey.

It took great effort, but Alastor managed to open his eyes to catch Husk’s heated gaze. The more Husk pressed into him, the more intense the heat in Alastor’s stomach got. Husk’s barbs pressed into Alastor's walls.

Alastor felt their hips connect, Husk had bottomed out, and suddenly Alastor’s head was swimming. He might cum on the spot. Even in his delirious state Alastor wasn’t going to give Husk that kind of satisfaction. He would never live that down.

He pressed his eyes shut again, trying to fight the feeling back at least a bit longer. Trying to suppress the urge to cum, made him nauseous. Angel had nuzzled his cheek against Alastor’s ear, two hands were smoothing over his shoulders, two his chest. Alastor let his head tip a bit to the side leaning more into Angel’s touch.

Husk had frozen in place. “You okay, Al?”

The word “overwhelmed” was all Alastor got out.

“Need me to pull out?” Husk had an iron grip on Alastor’s thighs.

“No. Just stay still?” It was more question than demand. Alastor forced an audible breath into his lungs and back out. “I'm dizzy.”

Angel gently cupped Alastor’s jaw, turning his head. Alastor reflexively opened his eyes, so he was looking straight at Husk. Husk’s wings were folded tightly against himself. His shoulders were terribly stiff. Alastor couldn’t read the expression on his face. It lacked any of the bliss he saw on it the first time they had done this.

“But it feels nice, right, smiles?” Angel asked. Alastor hummed his agreement. “Ya must be so full. Doesn’t that just feel so good?”

Of course it did. Alastor wasn’t sure why Angel was asking but not answering didn’t seem right either.

“It does,” he agreed.

And then he saw Husk's shoulders slump a bit and some tension leave his wings, and the pieces clicked into place in Alastor’s mind. Angel was asking to reassure Husk.

“I simply needed to catch my breath, cher.” Husk perked up at that. “And don’t cramp up like that. It'll feel so much better when you relax.”

For a moment Alastor thought he might have laid that on too thick. It was tacky to throw his own words back at him like that. He wasn’t able to make them sound nearly as arousing as Husk had. Embarrassment was creeping up to Alastor’s cheeks. But judging from the way Husk's eyes went impossibly wider and his mouth opened up silently and then closed without saying anything, Alastor had done just fine.

“Woah, look at him. Ya totally fried somethin’ in his brain,” Angel teased with a giggle.

It did look like that and Alastor couldn’t stop the laugh. No filter, no artificial laugh track, just a genuine laugh.

Alastor didn’t exactly expect them to join in, but he also didn’t expect Husk to look this shocked. It slowed Alastor’s laugh down, but his brain couldn’t fully get it under control just yet. He kept giggling and trying to catch his breath at the same time, which resulted in a strange, if not straight up stupid, noise that caused him to laugh again.

“Fuck,” Husk scrubbed a paw over his face. He looked like he had more to say but swallowed it down.

Alastor stretched a hand out, towards Husk’s face, who immediately leaned forward, pressing his cheek against Alastor’s palm.

Deep down, Husk could never fully suppress the cat behaviour ingrained in his being. Alastor wouldn’t have it any other way. He adored it.

“Kiss me.”

Alastor hated how quiet and raspy his voice had sounded, but he did not get much time to worry about that. Husk’s lips crashed into his. The sheer force of it, pressing Alastor harder against Angel.

Never could Alastor have imagined how comfortable he was with every centimeter of his body pressed against either of them. He wasn’t sure where his body ended and theirs began.

Husk and Angel were taking over every sense of Alastor. Husk smelled like wood polish and liquor, Angel like vanilla and berries and both smelled a little bit like each other. All he could taste was their tongues.

“Me too,” Angel whined when Husk finally pulled back to catch his breath.

Alastor had to curl in on himself a bit to give Husk and Angel enough space to meet in a kiss. Alastor’s ear twitched from the sound, but Angel’s gentle hold kept them from folding all the way back against Alastor’s scalp. Alastor couldn’t tell when Angel had gotten his hands back on his ears but he simply didn’t seem to ever get enough of feeling them and there was no reason to complain.

Alastor couldn’t see. But Alastor could hear the wet sound of their tongues. And Angel's small satisfied hum. And Husk's rattling purr. Two people kissing right next to his ear should've bothered him and a part of it did - the part where he couldn’t watch - but it all made him feel awfully excited.

And then Angel shifted just a bit, Alastor didn’t actually know what he did but it caused a jolt in Husk, who bucked his hips into Alastor. Alastor inhaled sharply. His eyes rolled towards the ceiling.

Angel let out a low chuckle. “I think our bambi waited long enough. Don’t ya think, baby?”

Our?

Alastor didn’t get to form a coherent thought about that, much less a verbal complaint.

Husk hummed his agreement to Angel. He stayed closely pressed against Alastor’s chest and started moving his hips. He set a slow, indulgent rhythm. Husk’s thrust sent a strange mixture of relief and tension through Alastor. The itch under his skin was finally scratched and yet the need just kept building up.

Angel groped at Alastor’s chest, combing his fingers through the puff of fur over Alastor’s sternum, squeezing at the swell of his pectoral muscles. Nobody had ever made that kind of touch feel good for Alastor, but something about the way Angel touched him was intoxicating.

For a while Alator could keep his voice under control, but his panting quickly turned into loud moans. Husk’s purr had picked up in volume, little gasps and grunts laced in between. Angel was panting, too.

“Bet Husky's dreamt about bein’ back inside ya so many times,” Angel cooed, tilting Alastor’s face up towards him by the chin.

Husk’s paw flexed against Alastor’s hip, pulling him into his next thrust. “You feel even better than I remember.”

The angle didn’t make it very easy for them, but Angel captured Alastor in a kiss. Alastor tried his best to reciprocate. He blindly reached for Husk’s arm, let his hand slide down until his hand wrapped around Husk’s wrist. He squeezed it, urging Husk to tighten his hold on Alastors hip. His claws dug into his skin.

If he had to wake up tomorrow with an ache in his bones, Alastor wanted it to be from Husk not holding back. He needed Husk to grip him harder, claw at him, sink his teeth into him.

Husk understood. And gladly obliged. He slammed harder into Alastor, hit a spot deep inside him that made Alastor see stars. Husk repeated the movement. Once, twice. Angel pushed his tongue deeper into Alastor’s mouth.

Alastor’s muscles tensed, squeezing around Husk.

On Husk’s next thrust, he came undone. His back arched, electricity shooting up his spine. The sound he made started somewhere in his chest, coming out as mostly animal. The static in the air picked up so much, it rang in his own ears.

The shadows on the walls grew and quivered for a hot second.

Husk fucked him through the aftershocks of his orgasm, before he stopped moving, burried to the hilt. Angel pulled back just enough to meet Alastor’s eyes. His eyes were bright, almost glowing.

“Ya don’t need a break yet, right?”

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Alastor could probably use a break but he did not want a break.

He shook his head, but that didn’t seem to be enough - for Husk at least. He still wasn’t moving, looking down at Alastor with that stupid, cocky grin. Frustration was collecting in a pool in Alastor’s stomach. His fur felt sticky and gross and Husk’s eyes on him burned. Like he would look straight through Alastor’s skin into each corner of his insides, if he let him.

Husk’s ears flattened slightly, his whiskers pulled back. A cat zeroing in on their prey. Alastor forgot how to breathe.

“Use your words, Bambi.”

That did something weird to Alastor’s chest. He felt his heart squeeze together. It had to be the drugs. There was no other possible reason that would explain the immediate urge in Alastor to listen and oblige. This whole night had been ridiculous. His own emotions were giving Alastor whiplash.

Alastor did not feel like he was entirely himself. And yet, maybe more strangely, he felt more anchored into his own skin than he usually did.

Husk crooked his head, raised an eyebrow expectantly, and the frustration bubbled over. Alastor knew he’d say something he didn’t mean if he said anything at all.

He opened his mouth anyway. “I'll kill you, once this is over.”

Husk's grin widened. “You know your right ear twitches when you bluff.”

Alastor’s face burned within seconds. That couldn’t possibly be correct. He didn’t have a tell and definitely not a stupid one like that. Definitely not one Husk knew of. Definitely not one Husk would reveal in a moment like this, right? Husk was messing with him. How could he have even seen that with Angel petting so relentlessly at his ear? There just was no way.

Right?

He couldn’t have that. Alastor couldn’t have Husk think he had the upper hand in this. Not again.

“Move.”

What was meant to be a command, came out like a sob. His voice caught, got stuck somewhere in his throat. He sounded pathetic to his own ears.

It, however, was enticing enough to Husk. His gaze softened, he let one oh his paws slide up Alastor’s side until he gently stroked over his ribs. He leaned forwards so far that Alastor thought Husk would kiss him, but he stopped just short of his lips. Which was worse.

When Husk started moving his hips again, Alastor could hear it. He could hear every obscene wet sound of their bodies colliding. Husk moved rather slowly - almost indulgently. Every stroke dragged his barbs along Alastor's walls, catching on every way out.

The flood of relief was immediate, but Alastor was set on not letting Husk know. He tried to hold his moans back. He let out nothing more than little whiny gasps. Alastor didn’t need Husk to get even more smug about it all. It was bad enough that Husk had already insulted Alastor’s skills of making himself cum. Alastor would never hear the end of it if Husk got a chance to be any more of a cocky asshole about how good he was at this.

Husk did not need to know that he was right. He did not need to know that nothing Alastor had done to himself had ever felt even remotely as good as anything Husk had done. Drugs or not, if it came to it, he’d always pick Husk over anyone he had ever been with. Alastor didn’t do repeats. Nobody else had even been an option that had crossed his mind.

Angel pressed a kiss against the back of Alastor’s ear. His right ear. “Stop thinkin’ so hard, buck. We just want ya to feel good.”

Husk pressed his nose against Alastor’s jaw. “We got you, okay?”

Alastor physically felt all his resolve melt away. All the tension bled out of his muscles. Only now he noticed just how much his face hurt from the strained, toothy smile he had forced himself to keep up. It was stupid that that worked. Part of him hated that it did - part of him was immeasurably glad that it did.

He pressed his eyes shut. Blindly, he reached for one of Angel’s hands on his chest, covering it with his own. Although Angel was so stupidly, unnecessarily tall and all his personality and theatrics were so much larger than life, his hand felt small and delicate in Alastor’s. He squeezed it, just for a moment, but he was absolutely convinced, he felt Angel’s lips curve into a smile against his ear.

“Fine,” Alastor breathed out.

Angel let out a pleased little sigh, before he suddenly grazed his teeth along Alastor’s ear. A moan escaped, that Alastor had been holding back so desperately. The sound seemed to spur Husk on. His rhythm picked up.

Alastor’s eyes were still tightly closed when he suddenly felt Husk’s mouth against his. A clumsy collision that took a few seconds before it turned into an actual kiss. Angel was rubbing himself against Alastor more steadily again. He was spreading precum through his fur. There were soft gasps coming from him.

Sounds that were making Alastor’s head spin and clench around Husk. He wanted to hear Husk, too.

He kissed back harder, pushed his tongue in Husk’s mouth and got rewarded with a deep groan, that was followed just seconds later with a rumbling purr starting up in Husk’s chest. Eventually, Husk struggled so much with kissing back, that he pulled away.

Husk was panting, pupils blown wide. He looked out of it. And sounded like it, too.

“Ya should touch him, Bambi,” Angel whispered right into Alastor’s ear.

And if that wasn’t just a genius suggestion that Alastor just had to take. The literal angel on Alastor’s shoulder. How fitting.

There wasn’t even a second of consideration needed. Alastor knew where he wanted to touch him. He buried both his hands in the feathers of Husk’s wings. It wasn't like he never got to touch them, but he never got to touch them like this. Never full handfuls of feathers. Never his claws raking through them so thoroughly they grazed the skin underneath.

He half expected Husk to complain, maybe push him off entirely, but Husk didn’t. Husk slightly arched his back into it, wings pressing forwards just enough for Alastor to notice. Husk was enjoying it. Visibly.

Alastor lets his hands glide through the feathers, down his wings, as far as he could reach, before he pulled both away just to start anew. A little further in towards where the wings connect to Husk’s back. This time Husk let him hear how much he liked it.

“Fuck,” Angel cursed, a little high-pitched, vowel stretching just a little longer than usual. “I’ll double die watchin’ ya two. Ya look so nice together.”

Husk chuckled. Alastor joined. He liked hearing that. He liked being the one to make Angel sound like that or at least being part of it. He liked that Angel enjoyed him and Husk together.

“Ya look like you were made for him.”

Alastor could not figure out which one of them Angel had addressed. Maybe it did not matter either way.

The next few moments felt like they were happening at a higher speed. Like someone fast forwarding a recording. Things were happening one after the other and yet in such fast succession they might as well be happening all at once.

Angel bit down on Alastor’s ear. The pain shot right to his pelvis, making him twitch and throb. Shadows crept up higher and higher on the walls.

Husk came with a last stuttering thrust. Sheathing himself inside Alastor up to the hilt.

The sensation of Husk’s cock twitching inside him send Alastor over the edge, too.

It set his whole spine on fire, crackling over his entire skin. He clamped down hard, causing a loud, surprised moan from Husk. His wings flapped once. A gust of air rushed through the room, feathers rustling.

Alastor couldn’t help a little cackle at Husk’s embarrassed face. Angel giggled. Somehow just as out of breath as Husk and Alastor.

For a long moment they all stayed in place, trying to collect themselves a bit. However, the room was far from quiet. They were all breathing heavily, exhausted. Husk hadn’t stopped purring, the volume had just lowered a bit. Alastor’s static was crackling through the air.

Husk was the first to move. He slowly, carefully pulled out. Angel let go of his strong hold on Alastor and helped him sit up.

Alastor had long accepted that Angel would maneuver him around however he saw fit. He didn’t really mind, moving by himself made him dizzy, while being moved didn’t. He couldn’t make sense of that, but he didn’t actually care too much. Angel's soft hands felt nice on him. They gripped him like he was something precious, like Angel was careful with him. They touched him like he was capable of being hurt.

Husk climbed out of his place between Alastor’s legs and out of the bed. Alastor didn’t follow his movement further, he turned his head instead to finally look at Angel. He looked just a little disheveled, hair slightly out of place.

He was smiling gently at Alastor. He seemed to be waiting for Alastor to say something, tell him why he had turned towards him. But Alastor’s mind came up blank. He just wanted to look at him. If there had been a purpose, Alastor had forgotten it the second he had met those warm, sparkly pairs of eyes.

Angel smiled a little wider, when he realized Alastor was just blankly staring. “How ‘bout a break now?”

This time Alastor nodded. He did not trust his voice yet. Angel prompted him to lay down. Just seconds later Alastor’s eyes slid close. He did not think it would last but got now the urgent burning had stopped. Exhaustion settled in his bones, weighing him down.

At one point, Husk cleaned him off with the towel again. When Husk climbed back into bed, Angel made Alastor roll onto his side, facing Husk. Angel got into position behind him pulling him into his embrace against his chest.

“I’m starting to think it isn’t about the symptoms, you just like cuddling Al.”

Angel huffed, “I’m not forcin’ him. He can tell me no.”

Alastor did not need any convincing at all. No part of him wanted out of this. Angel’s embrace was warm and comforting and grounding. Absurdly he enjoyed how affectionate it felt. Maybe he liked being wanted for something relatively tame and innocent. At least compared to all the other stuff they had done.

“You’re also not denying it, legs,” Husk doubled down.

“Nothin’ to deny.” Angel pressed against him even closer, nuzzling into Alastor’s fur. “He’s so nice to hug and so soft. I plan on gettin’ as many cuddles out of this as I can.”

Husk laughed, moving closer. He reached out, wrapping his paw around one of Angel’s wrists on Alastor’s chest. He pulled the hand towards him, pressing a kiss to Angel’s knuckles. “How selfish of you.”

Angel huffed in faux offence while wiggling his hand free. He put his hand on Husk’s cheek, combing through the longer fur there. Husk leaned into the touch, another purr rumbling up. He looked pretty like that. All calm and tame.

Without any further thought, Alastor leaned forward pressing a quick kiss to Husk’s lips. He leaned back just as fast. Husk blinked at him in surprise a few times, before scooting even closer, leaning his face against Alastor’s chest.

If Alastor’s tail wasn’t trapped between Angel and himself, it would surely be wagging. It would have been for a while.

Alastor could still feel Angel's excitement pressing into his back. Not quite as hard as before but still far from gone. He was the only one who hadn’t gotten off at all. That didn’t sit right with Alastor. At the thought, the itch crept back under his skin. He had been convinced that the effect hadn’t worn off but he had allowed himself to hope for a longer break at least.

“Angel?” Alastor mumbled. “What about you?”

“Don't worry ‘bout that.” Angel pressed a kiss to Alastor’s shoulder. “It’s all ‘bout you tonight.”

The whole thing was so sickeningly sweet. Everything and everyone around him was so soft.

None of the need pooling in his stomach was quite as unbearable and out of control as before. It still felt entirely out of question to stop. He did not want to stop.

“I want it.” Alastor had said it with conviction.

“I’m fine. Ya don’t owe me.”

It was not about that - not entirely at least. Alastor did feel some sense of obligation but above all else he wanted it. Some mix of curiosity and selfish want. Everything else tonight, he enjoyed with Angel so why not this?

Before tonight, he would have expected Angel to immediately jump at the opportunity to sleep with him. But this version of Angel was patient and considerate and so sweet it made Alastor’s teeth hurt. This Angel might need convincing.

“Do not make me beg for it.”

Angel hummed thoughtfully, “But ya would sound so, so nice beggin’ for me to fuck ya, Alastor.”

His name had never sounded better, than in that sultry almost mocking, sing-song. Angel did stranger things to Alastor’s brain than the drugs did.

“Angel!” It wasn't a warning. It was a bratty little whine.

Alastor couldn’t believe himself. He was stuck in a pile of limbs, doing something he could only describe as snuggling. And as if that wasn’t enough, he was now pouting. The worst part about it all was that Alastor couldn’t think of anything else he would rather be doing. He couldn’t think of a place he would rather be. He lacked any desire to be alone.

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“If ya want it so bad, ya should just do it yourself.”

Angel’s words rang oddly familiar in his ears. He should’ve known Angel had been making it too easy for him. And from how close the two of them were, Alastor should have figured that Angel might pull similar tricks to Husk.

And yet, Alastor couldn’t piece together what Angel meant. He thought he had made it clear that he wanted Angel to fuck him. That wasn’t really something he could do himself. He must have been missing something and he was tugged in so snuggly between them, he couldn’t really look at either of their faces for any clues.

“I'm not sure I understand,” Alastor admitted.

Angel chuckled short and sweet and realistically he was most likely making fun of him, but Alastor increasingly enjoyed making Angel laugh. The sound scratched something in his brain just right, so maybe it was okay to let Angel get away with laughing at him. Just this once.

“I won’t make ya beg for it,” Angel said. He sounded so sweet, too. But Alastor could hear the tinge that meant he was up to something.

Angel held him close against his chest, mindlessly combing the fingers of one hand along the fur of Alastor’s side, the ones of another through the trail of fur low on Alastor’s stomach, traveling down. Alastor had to squeeze his eyes shut, trying to concentrate.

“But if ya really want it, ya need to work for it. Okay, buck?”

“Okay.”

Oh, what was he saying? Alastor didn’t even know what he was agreeing to. He just knew he wanted and he needed. And he’d do whatever Angel asked of him to get it.

To Alastor’s displeasure, Angel peeled himself away from his back. The sudden lack of warmth made him press himself closer to Husk, who wrapped him up in his arms, face still buried against Alastor’s chest. Angel seemed to get comfortable behind him, Alastor however couldn’t concentrate on anything but the lazy pattern, that Husk’s claws were drawing on his back.

Eventually the rustle of sheets was replaced by Angel’s giggle.

“Husky gives the best back scratches.” Alastor heard the toothy grin in his voice, fangs on display. “I'd get it if ya don’t wanna fuck anymore. Don’t blame ya. Get all the cuddles ya want.”

There was a second where Alastor considered it. Considered asking Angel to get back, hold him at the same time Husk did. Considered turning his brain off and dozing off in a pile of soft limbs, warm fur and feathers. On the other side were all the things he would be missing out on. He didn’t know when he'd ever get the chance or even feel the need for it again. The whole thing was a now or never situation, Alastor thought.

The heat in his limbs was almost an afterthought. He was sure he could hold that out longer if he needed to but he saw no point. He wanted to satisfy that urge.

Alastor tried to push himself away from Husk, but Husk tightened his grip on him, keeping him from moving. Alastor made a sound of protest, which only got a tired chuckle from Husk as a response.

“Oh Husky,” Angel hummed, “suddenly regrettin’ that you let me share?”

Half-heartedly, Alastor kept wriggling, but Husk didn’t budge. If he really wanted to, Alastor could have gotten out rather easily. Part of him did want to, but mostly he enjoyed, that Husk refused to let him go. Husk was claiming him, he had been the whole night, and Alastor had dearly missed that feeling of being the center of Husk’s attention.

“Not regretting anything. Just too comfy.” The last syllable stretched into a small yawn, muffled against Alastor’s chest.

“Does the kitty need cuddles?” Angel cooed, mockingly. “Is the old man too tired to keep goin’?”

“Fuck you,” Husk grumbled - without any real annoyance to it. One paw lifted off Alastor’s back and he was sure Husk was flipping Angel off.

It sounded like he was mostly saying it to keep up a front. Husk let Angel get away with things nobody else could, too. The Husk Alastor knew would be furious. The one Alastor knew also never held him like this. That version was never this openly affectionate. Alastor's chest got tight at yet another realization about just how much had changed.

“You…” Angel giggled about his own comment before he had said it out loud. “You wish ya could. Ya need at least an hour to get it up again.”

“Oh that’s very funny to you, isn’t it?” This time Alastor did think he heard some annoyance, even if it didn’t seem all that serious either. Husk pulled back just enough to look up at Alastor’s face. “Shut him up for me, will you?”

Husk’s request sounded easy enough, however, Alastor didn’t think he wanted to comply. He oddly enough enjoyed their bickering. Enjoyed listening and being let into the small piece of hell that they made theirs. Nothing beyond the walls of Husk’s room mattered and Alastor was determined to take full advantage of that. Soak it all up, collect as many experiences as he possibly could, without wasting any thoughts on consequences.

Shutting Angel up seemed counterproductive. He’d like Angel to be loud.

Alastor gave Husk’s shoulder a gentle yet firm push, which made him reluctantly release his grip. He rolled onto his back, vision blurring for a moment while his body adjusted to the sudden movement. He blinked a few times at Angel before his blinding smile came into focus. Angel was so stupidly pretty it pissed Alastor off just a little. It must have been a strange form of cuteness aggression, Alastor thought. He wanted to look at him, wanted to enjoy it but it also was hard to stand.

“Sit up for me, Bambi.”

Alastor complied. Much less dizzy now that his body had accepted that it was time to move. His limbs were jelly, but he did manage to sit up, however, not quite as straight and stiff as usual. He turned clumsily until he was properly facing Angel, his long legs folded a little awkwardly. He really had not a single ounce of grace left. It also meant his back was facing towards Husk, who used the opportunity to give Alastor’s tail a quick squeeze.

It took all of Alastor’s will power to swallow down the embarrassing squeak that had tried to leave his throat. What he couldn’t stop was the new rush of slick between his folds, dampening the sheets. Alastor fixated on Angel’s face. He suddenly felt all kinds of too hot and too sweaty and too itchy and too excited. The list went on. Too much. Too little. Overwhelming. Never enough.

Angel reached out, a gentle hand petting at Alastor’s thigh just above his knee. “I know I run my mouth but ya really don’t have to do anything.”

“I want to try.” Alastor sounded much too earnest for his own liking.

Angel smiled. And awfully reassuringly at that if Alastor was honest with himself. “Ya ever been on top, handsome?”

Again, Angel and his questions about Alastor’s experience. Like he needed a report of anything and everything, before he would do anything. Right in the back of Alastor’s tongue he could taste the venom of a sharp comment, something degrading about how not everyone could have done anything and everyone under the sun like Angel had. But Alastor kept his teeth tightly clamped together. He’d regret it if he hurt someone who was just trying his best to care for him.

He couldn’t remember the last time someone had. Maybe Husk. He knew Husk cared. But even he didn’t ask this much, didn’t turn him so soft and honest.

Alastor silently shook his head.

“Oh what an honor to be your first, Alastor.” Angel purred the words dramatically - an implied joke to lighten the mood but the way his full name sounded, knocked the air right out of Alastor’s lungs.

And, oh god, what an honor it was, wasn’t it?

Alastor let his eyes wander away from Angel’s face, traveling down over his chest. Maybe Alastor could hear that again. Could he get him to moan his name? Scream it?

Alastor’s gaze went down and down until he traced the slight curve of Angel’s cock with his eyes. The base where it sat right against the pink stripe of fur. Sometime during all the adjusting, when Alastor had still been pressed against Husk, Angel had gotten a condom on. He tried to wreck his brain for the moment, when that could've been possible but came up blank. Husk must have cuddled away all his perception of his surroundings. Alastor had been so utterly distracted, Husk was so nice to hold, it was making it stupid.

“Stop lookin’ at it funny. Ya don’t have to pretend you're okay with my bodily fluids if ya can barely stand your own. Ya didn’t care earlier.”

Alastor had never gotten the fuss about it, it all felt the same to him. If anything the additional lube usually helped. But people had brought it up to him how much of a bother they were to them. He knew Husk didn’t mind, Husk hadn’t left it up for discussion the first time they did it so it wasn’t anything he felt needed acknowledgement this time around either. But Angel didn’t have to force himself if he didn’t like the feeling.

Apparently Alastor had been silent for too long because the concern on Angel’s face grew visibly.

“Al!” Angel grabbed Alastor’s hands with a pair of his own, squeezing them. “If any one ever tells ya they can’t fit a rubber or it don’t feel right or any bullshit excuse. Ya have to promise me to eat them from now on, ‘kay?”

Husk broke out in a surprised laugh first, Alastor joined in a second later. He laughed a little harder than he would have sober, but he was genuinely delighted by the constant reminders of how violent Angel’s mind was. He hadn’t realized all that was hiding in him. It made Angel that much more interesting.

Their reaction caused Angel to double down. “I mean it. They don’t deserve a fuck. Do everyone a favor, get rid of them and at least get a good meal out of it.”

Alastor had to force a deep breath into his lungs to break his laugh enough to be able to form an answer. “Fine, darling. I promise.”

Angel looked at him all soft and fond and maybe, just maybe, Alastor stopped breathing for a second and his heart beat in his throat rather than his chest. He couldn’t remember what he was so upset about when Husk had looked at Angel like that. When that look was directed at him, it made Alastor feel nothing short of invincible.

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“Now come here.”

Something about Angel helping him climb on top of him was quite ridiculous. It embarrassed Alastor but it did help with keeping him steady when he swung a leg over Angel and positioned himself on his knees over his hips. Alastor didn’t know where to put his hands. He really wasn’t sure how to do any of this. He usually was the one being pulled along and he liked it that way.

At once he regretted the way he had snapped at Angel for even hinting at the possibility of him being a virgin. Now, Alastor certainly felt like one. And wasn’t that just ironic after having a different dick inside him just a few moments ago.

He had never done this.

Alastor was high. Husk was watching. Angel was a pornstar.

This just couldn’t go right. No way it would.

There was a squeeze around both of his hands, that ripped Alastor out of his spiralling thoughts. Angel guided Alastor’s hands towards his chest, so his palms rested against the fluffy puff of fur there. Another hand reached for Alastor’s thigh, curling around it to gently get him up and into a good position.

When Angel felt Alastor struggle with his balance, he pressed a palm against one of Alastor's hands on his chest. “Ya can put your weight on me. I won't break.”

Alastor tried. Tried putting more weight on Angel, tried to get more stable, tried to be more in control. But he was just being dragged along in whichever way Angel urged him to move. He couldn’t get it right himself. So when Angel finally started to press in, while pulling Alastor gently down against him, there was none of the exciting stretch and relief Alastor had felt with Husk.

His throat was closing, almost like the choking feeling just before a fit of crying. Alastor was cramping up too much. He was aware of it but couldn’t stop. Couldn’t shake the feeling of unease and insecurity tangling in his stomach. To make it all worse, Angel was smiling so sweetly at him. It all wasn’t fair.

He moved himself down more, but it wasn’t working. Why wasn’t his head swimming pleasantly like it had with Husk? Why wasn’t the heat in his chest pooling in his hips, causing his stomach to tighten?

Why did it feel this bad although he was so certain that he wanted it?

“It's too big,” Alastor whined.

It sounded all too stressed and awfully pathetic to his own ears. He couldn’t believe he sounded like that. Alastor didn’t want to sound like that. And that wasn’t even the real problem - not entirely at least. Right now, that was just the only worry he could admit to out loud.

Angel propped himself up on an elbow and reached up towards Alastor with a different hand. He stroked along Alastor’s cheek, up to his temple and then slipped his fingers into Alastor’s hair. The affection in the touch made Alastor’s chest hurt worse.

“Oh buck, I know that's not true. Ya can handle it.” The grin on Angel’s face seemed to grow just the slightest bit wicked. “Husk can take my cock just fine so I'm sure ya can, too. Don’tcha think?

That comment startled Alastor enough that he took his first real big breath in a while. The pressure in Alastor’s chest immediately eased up. Apparently it had been his lungs hurting. Alastor was sure Angel had said it fully intending to shock him out of his panic and it annoyingly worked wonders.

So they had been sleeping with each other. Alastor wasn't really taken aback by that, it was merely confirmation of something he had already been sure of. However, Alastor was taken aback by his first thought. It was outrageous and out of character that he almost believed it couldn’t be his own brain coming up with it.

Alastor wanted to see that.

He wanted to see Husk take Angel. Maybe Husk had been in this exact position. Although, Husk probably knew what to do, unlike Alastor.

Or maybe it wasn't out of character. At least not entirely. Because familiar jealousy was bubbling in his chest. He wanted part of it. That greed was so familiar, it was almost comforting. But it sure was the first time it manifested like this. Surely, it was the first time Alastor didn’t want the person Husk was with entirely out of the picture. Obviously, the first time Alastor had thought about joining the picture instead.

Angel closed his hand in Alastor’s hair, giving it a gentle tug to interrupt yet another round of Alastor's thoughts spinning out of control.

“Keep goin’, Alastor. You'll be fine.”

Right. He would. Or Alastor could at least try. He nodded the best he could, before Angel untangled his hand and settled back down.

Alastor started moving again, pressing himself down. He felt impossibly full and when he was sure, nothing more could fit, he eased down just a little more. Until their hips finally collided, Alastor fully seated on top of Angel.

Alastor screwed his eyes shut, freezing in place. He forced a loud breath into his lungs, trying to calm his nerves. His knees were weak.

Time was passing strangely. Alastor couldn’t even begin to guess how long he hadn’t moved, when he heard Husk speak up.

“Hey, boss.” Husk was suddenly right in front of his face when Alastor opened his eyes again. “You need to tell us if you actually need to stop.”

Husk’s serious face softened the feeling stuck in his chest. Alastor had an urge to tell him. He shouldn't. Shouldn't admit that seeing Husk this close, this in control of the situation, made him calm down and stop having a hard time breathing. Just like that - without effort.

“This is not the moment to call me that,” he complained instead.

Husk started to grin and maybe it was supposed to look taunting but Alastor thought it looked oddly relieved. And Alastor was too. Their bickering was comforting and so was the way Angel was petting absentmindedly at Alastor’s thighs.

“Why not?” Husk laughed. “Kinda sexy getting to fuck the boss, right?”

“Really depends on ya boss,” Angel interjected, hardly concealing his distaste.

Husk laughed at Angel's comment, turning his head to look at Angel. Angel chuckled indulgently, but didn’t say anything else. He and Alastor both seemed to know that Husk wasn’t anywhere near letting it go yet. So they let him have the quiet to return all his attention to Alastor. He reached up, his big paw cupping Alastor’s cheek. Alastor instinctively leaned into the touch.

“‘Kay, but I'm being serious, Al. You're fine right? Just being a little crybaby about it?” Alastor nodded reluctantly against Husk's paw.

“That's okay,” Husk reassured. “‘Cause I like it when you’re being so sweet for me.” Husk bumped his nose against Alastor’s other cheek, nuzzling against him. “And I like it when you’re being so cute for Angel.”

Alastor wasn't sure how anything about his struggle had been cute and he wasn’t sure either why that word didn’t bother him more. He noticed Angel’s hands moving more frantically over his skin, like he was getting more and more unnerved the longer Husk spent caressing Alastor’s face.

Angel groaned out a sound that was equally frustration and arousal. “While I would be lyin’, if I said I didn't enjoy the little cockwarmin’ thing we have goin' on here. I am kinda dying to move.”