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Angel’s heart pounded wildly, a frantic staccato that accompanied the sharp, bitter taste of fear. This was it.
Alastor looked down, easily ignoring the struggle Angel put up despite the fact that they weren’t all that much different in size. As Angel watched, shock and confusion flashed across his face and then morphed into anger.
This was it.
Alastor’s eyes filled black, making Angel gasp. What was this man? Black smoke began to pool in the bottomless pits where amber eyes had been only moments ago. The flat smile that usually graced Alastor’s face turned sharp and menacing, monstrously elongated canines flashing in the dim light.
“Well, well, well, what have we here?” he asked in a deceptively soft voice. He looked up into Angel’s wide, terrified eyes. “Angel, I presume?”
A strange sense of finality overtook the fear, and suddenly all Angel could feel was gratitude that the train to South Point had been moving steadily the opposite direction for almost twenty four hours. Death, likely a slow, painful one, might be imminent, but the one thing Angel cared about was safe on that train, away from all of this.
This was it.
It was worth it.
Alastor loomed closer, the black smoke spreading and curling around him. Angel’s eyes closed, not begging or bartering or making excuses. Just waiting for death.
It was worth it.
FOURTY-EIGHT HOURS EARLIER
Tony swore viciously, and his father just rolled his eyes.
“The man’s a killer!”
“Yeah, a killer y’don’t wanna piss off, an’ one that’s payin’ more than what we earn in ten goddamn years for her dowry.”
“That’s what this is, isn’t it?” Tony demanded. “It ain’t about makin’ an alliance. It’s about fuckin’ money. You’re sellin’ her like a fuckin’ piece of cattle!” Enzo’s lip curled, and even knowing he was on thin ice, Tony couldn’t stop himself. Fury boiled in his veins. “You can’t do this you son of a bitch!”
Tony heard the crack before he felt the pain bloom across his face. One second he’d been standing toe to toe with his father, the next he was on the ground, his cheek and eye throbbing. Enzo leaned down and grabbed the front of Tony’s shirt. “Listen here, you piece of fucking shit. Angie is my daughter, and I can do whatever the goddamn hell I want with her. An’ if I want to sell her to the fuckin’ devil himself, that’s what I’ll do.”
No. He wouldn’t. Tony wouldn’t let him. But arguing more wouldn’t do any good, and Tony didn’t want to give his father any indication that he would go against him. Better to let Enzo think he’d cowed Tony into submission. Tony closed his eyes and forced his body to go limp. His father shook him violently once, then dropped him.
“Mister Lespri is comin’ in on the ten-ten train in the mornin’, and we’re gonna meet him all bright eyed and bushy tailed as soon as he arrives. You be anythin’ but courteous an’ I’ll break every goddamn bone in your body an’ you can go to the wedding in a fuckin’ full body cast. Y’understand me?”
“Yes, sir,” Tony said quietly. The ten-ten train. That meant he had at least one night to plan, maybe two. Enzo would want the wedding to happen in a hurry, but even he wouldn’t be so obvious about it in front of his contract killer future son-in-law.
Enzo snarled and delivered a swift kick to Tony’s ribs, then stormed off. Tony let him, knowing he would barely have enough time for everything. There was no sense in getting more bruises he’d only have to cover up. He checked the clock on the wall as he slowly climbed to his feet. Just over an hour until the guests arrived.
Before going to his room to change, Tony stopped outside Angie’s door and knocked softly. One, pause, two fast, pause, one, pause, one. There was a shuffle, and then the door opened to reveal his twin sister’s smiling face. “Leelee!”
“Lala,” he greeted her with her childhood nickname as she pulled him inside and hugged him. As soon as she released him, she went back to the bed, long nightgown swishing around her bare feet, and picked up the sketchbook there. She turned it around proudly and showed him the picture she had been working on. It was the two of them, sitting on clouds, complete with angel wings and halos. Tony smiled and patted the bed, urging Angie to sit beside him.
“Y’know you’re supposed t’stay in bed tonight, yeah?”
She nodded, still smiling.
“No comin’ out, no matter what?”
Angie nodded again.
“Did Pop mention that we’re meetin’ someone new tomorrow?”
She shook her head, looking confused, and pointed at Tony’s chest.
“No, Lala, this ain’t someone I’m meetin’ for you. It’s someone we’re meetin’ together, the whole family. But there’s a secret. Y’wanna hear it?”
Angie nodded eagerly.
“You an’ me, we’re goin’ away tomorrow.”
“A-way?” Angie asked slowly.
“Yeah, doll. Away. I don’t know all the details yet, but I want you t’pack a bag. Only the stuff you really need. Your sketch book, toothbrush, flopsy,” he picked up the faded blue bunny sitting by her pillow and handed it to her. “The important stuff. Just one bag. Can y’do that for me?”
Angie nodded again. For once, Tony was grateful for her simplicity. Anyone else would be asking questions, demanding answers. Angie just trusted that Tony would take care of everything. So he would. He’d protect her, just like he had been doing all their lives. He smiled at her and kissed her forehead. “Get some sleep for now, Lala. An’ remember, don’t come out for nothin’ okay?”
“Ok-ay Leelee.” She let herself be tucked in, sketchbook set on the nightstand, flopsy snuggled under her chin. Tony kissed her forehead again and then turned off the light. He closed the door behind him and hurried down the hall to his own room. Only twenty minutes until the guests arrived. Shit. Quickly, he locked his door and rifled through the large box at the back of his closet. The white and blue gown on top was his favorite, but with multiple guests coming, he assumed he would need the black stockings tonight. Instead, he pulled the beaded red dress out. The stockings and heels came from a box beneath his bed.
Outfit sorted, he went to his dressing table and dunked his head in the washbowl there. With a little scrubbing, the gel that kept his hair slicked back was washed away. Tony dried the downy, platinum colored strands quickly and brushed them until they fluffed out in becoming waves. Makeup came next. He covered the rapidly forming bruise his father had just given him and then lined his eyes with kohl. Just a touch of mascara on his already long lashes made them stand out dramatically. He finished with a crimson lipstick. It probably wouldn’t last the first hour, but he’d found that often, guys liked seeing it rubbed off him.
Satisfied with his face, he gave his naked body a cursory glance for any flaws before turning away from the mirror. He put on his outfit quickly. The stockings were pulled up over shapely, smooth legs. They were specially designed to keep his cock tucked up under the waistband in the front, leaving a heart shaped opening in the back over his ass. The dress came next, carefully going over his head without messing up his hair and makeup. Then he slipped into the stiletto heels and started to the door.
Just before he reached it, he stopped. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath. “Stupid.” He sidetracked back to his dressing table and the pot of oil there. Hitching one foot onto the stool, he scooped the thick oil onto two fingers and quickly pressed them inside himself, generously lubing his ass and giving it a brusque stretch. Things would not have gone well for him if he had forgotten that.
After wiping his fingers clean, he went down to the basement to meet his father’s guests. The figure that descended the stairs wasn’t Tony. It was Angel. Just outside the door, he heard the sound of voices.
“-heard Enzo’s selling his Angel off to some dick in a hush-hush deal.”
“You’re shittin’ me.”
“Nope, looks like this’ll be our last chance to have some fun with her.”
“Well fuck. The broad sucks cock like whore and has a cunt like a vice - if I’d known she was for sale, I’d have bought her!”
“I bet it was more money than you an’I see in a lifetime, Joey. Can’t imagine he’d let his best asset go for anything less.”
There was a grumbling sound, and then a third voice, “hey, don’t Angel got a twin?”
“Yeah, but a brother, not a sister.”
“Shit, if he sucks an’ fucks like Angel, I might consider it!”
There was a round of laughter. Angel pasted a smile on his face and opened the door. All five men turned to face him. “You boys weren’t talkin’ about little ol’me, were you?” he asked in a purring, teasing voice.
“Boring business shit,” Joey assured him.
Angel wrinkled his nose dramatically. “Well how about I pour us some drinks an’we talk about somethin’ more fun?” The door closed behind him, and only the sound of laughter filtered out.
***
Tony nearly missed the meeting. He’d been up until almost dawn satisfying Enzo’s guests. If it had only been one man or two, he could have made quick work of it between the 192 proof moonshine and his seduction skills. But with five all at once, and some of them over eager for their last night with Angel, it had taken all of his focus to keep them satisfied while not revealing any of his secrets. Precious time ticking away that he needed for planning and preparing.
When the last man had finally finished with a groan and then passed out, Angel had dashed back upstairs and started going through the train schedules before even wiping all the cum off. He counted how much money he’d managed to stash away. He wrote a letter to Sophie, his sister’s carer. By the time he’d collapsed into bed after a cursory wipedown, he’d been dead on his feet.
The door was already opening when Tony dashed into the foyer. His father glared daggers at him but then put on a big fake smile to greet the man walking in. Angie slipped her hand into Tony’s, and he squeezed it, flashing her a little smile of his own before turning to see the vicious killer his father planned to marry Angie to.
He was…not what Tony had expected. Tall, but only a pinch taller than Tony and Angie. Slender. Dressed in an impeccable black three piece suit and carrying a walking stick. Auburn hair, nondescript features. He wore a cold, flat smile that didn’t reach his amber eyes.
“Mister Lespri, please, come in!” Enzo boomed. “A pleasure to finally make your acquaintance in person!”
“Alastor, please,” the man said genially. “No need to be formal, considering the circumstances.” His voice was perfectly modulated, pleasant and light. Tony had to force himself to remember that this man was a dangerous murderer, the professional that organizations called in when they needed one of their own hit men taken out. A killer’s killer.
“Of course,” Enzo agreed easily. “And on that note, let me introduce you to my lovely daughter, Angela.” He gestured to Angie, who gave Alastor the same warm smile she gave to anyone their father introduced her to. This was familiar territory to her, at least. She knew to be polite, say as little as possible, and that Tony would take care of the rest.
“Absolutely delighted, my dear.” Alastor kissed the back of her hand, and Angie giggled. Alastor quirked a brow. He looked intensely at Angie, so much so that Tony shifted uncomfortably beside her. Alastor’s eyes flicked to him and widened slightly. “And who do we have here?”
“My son, Tony,” Enzo said.
“My, but the resemblance is striking,” Alastor said softly. His tongue slipped out to wet his lower lip. Tony fought the urge to squirm under that piercing gaze.
“Twins,” Enzo explained behind him, not noticing the strange undercurrent to the situation. “Always used’ta piss me off that I ended up with a sissy son ‘stead of a tomboy daughter, if I had t’have a matchin’ set, but I suppose it worked out well enough in the end.” He barked out a laugh.
Tony didn’t even flinch at the insult. It was nothing he hadn’t heard a hundred times before, and one of Enzo’s milder insults, all things considered.
Alastor hummed noncommittally. “I’ve heard you’ve used your situation to your advantage.”
“Well now, don’t go lettin’ rumors make you think my girl ain’t marryin’ quality-”
“Quite the opposite,” Alastor cut in, “I have no interest in innocence.”
“In that case, Angel here can suck your soul right out your dick and spit it back in your mouth if that’s what y’like.”
Once again, Tony was grateful that Angie’s mind didn’t have the capacity to process their father’s crass words. Rather than be humiliated, she just glanced at Tony for guidance. When he gave her a tiny nod, she went on smiling serenely as Enzo guffawed at his own joke.
Alastor looked sharply between the twins. “I see,” he said flatly. Tony suppressed the shiver that wanted to make its way down his spine. This wasn’t a man to be trifled with or underestimated. Slowly, as Alastor and Enzo continued speaking, Tony was coming to realize that his plan wouldn’t work. Money had already changed hands. If he and Angie vanished after everyone went to sleep, he had no doubt that this man would track them down. They couldn’t get more than a few hours head start, not to mention that Tony and Angie travelling together were a memorable pair. They’d be caught, and Tony didn’t want to think about what a man like Alastor would do to them.
No, he needed to make sure that Angie got away cleanly, and that she was far, far away when Alastor realized what had happened.
When Enzo ushered Alastor into the parlor and offered him a drink, Tony slipped back to his room. He ripped up the letter he’d written Sophie, wrote a new one, and then went down to the train station to buy tickets going in each direction. He tucked the ones going to South Point, along with all the rest of the money he’d saved, into the letter and slipped it under Sophie’s door on his way back home.
By the time he arrived, Alastor was putting his bags into his room and all the planning had been finished. Nuptials were at noon the following day, and the couple would be taking the train back to the city after dinner. When Enzo mentioned that Alastor had booked a private sleeper car, Tony hid his disgust. It was a consolation that it wouldn’t be Angie trapped in the rail car with Alastor. But knowing that he would be there instead sent a bolt of trepidation through him.
It would be worth it, so long as Angie was safe.
***
After dinner, Angie rose to excuse herself for bed. Enzo nodded, then paused. “‘Less Alastor here wants a sample of th’goods, of course.”
Tony’s stomach dropped and panic made his hands cold.
Alastor’s teeth flashed in that perpetual, flat smile. “Tempting as the offer is, I can restrain myself a single night until we are no longer under her father’s roof before indulging in, ‘th’goods’.”
Enzo’s brow wrinkled, trying to figure out of the was being mocked, but he shrugged. “I ain’t a prude and never let it be said the Dustry’s are lackin’ in hospitality,” he ventured. But when Alastor still didn’t accept, Enzo shrugged again. “Suit yourself. Off to bed with ya then, Angie.”
Relief coursing through him, Tony followed her out.
It took far less time than he’d expected, to get everything ready. Angie had packed her bag just like he’d asked. They slipped out of the house quietly while Enzo and Alastor were still having drinks in the parlor. Tony had considered sneaking out in the middle of the night, but decided that if they left in the evening, an excuse would be more plausible. If they were caught out in the night, it would be easy to tell they were running.
Sophie met them at the station just as Tony had asked in his letter.
“Sophie!” Angie squealed in delight at the sight of her friend and rushed to hug her. Sophie hugged back and looked at Tony with concern.
“There’s no other way?” she asked quietly.
Tony shook his head. “You’re the only one I trust t’keep her safe. You’ve gotta get her away from here, as far as possible as fast as y’can.”
“But you-”
“I’m gonna buy you as much time as I can. At least a day, more if I can manage it. But after that-” he broke off, not wanting to admit that he wouldn’t likely be around longer than that. Sophie nodded, tears in her eyes.
“I’ll keep her safe,” she swore.
Angie looked between them, a crease wrinkling her brow. “Leelee?”
“You’re takin’ a trip with Sophie, Lala,” Tony explained.
“Leelee too,” she said confidently.
Tony shook his head. “Not this time, doll. Just you an’Soph.” For a moment, it looked like she would protest, but then she nodded, accepting. Trusting. Tony swallowed down his emotions and hugged her tight. “I love you, Lala.”
“Love you, Leelee,” she said back, pressing her forefinger against his nose. “Boop.”
Tony laughed, the sound a little wet, and then passed her her bag.
He waited until the two of them were safely on the train and it was pulling away before heading back to the house. Really, he couldn’t have asked for it to go any better than that. Angie was off safely with Sophie, and Tony had a note in his pocket that he’d leave on the table explaining his own absence. He’d slip into Angie’s bed, take her place at the wedding, and by the time anyone noticed, it would be too late to track them down.
He had just pulled his note out of his pocket when he was brought up short. Alastor stood in the hallway, watching him. Tony froze, panic stealing his breath for half a moment before he remembered to just keep quiet and put on a show.
“Y’startled me there, Red,” he drawled, shoving his shaking hands into his pockets.
Alastor’s head cocked to the side. “Fitting, I suppose.”
“What, cuz you’re a cold blooded killer an’all?” Tony put on a cocky grin.
“Oh darling, you have no idea.” There was a warmth to the tone that pooled in Tony’s stomach, enough to distract him for a moment from the pearly glint of teeth in Alastor’s smile.
“I might have a clue,” Tony managed to say, shrugging with an ease he didn’t feel. “Mob families ain’t exactly full of saints, y’know.”
Alastor’s smile widened. “Perhaps not saints, but I very much doubt you’ve met a devil like me.”
“Heh, maybe not.” Tony tried to edge by, but Alastor seemed to match his every small step until they were slowly circling each other. “Guess I’d better hit the sack. Don’t wanna be worn out for the big day an’all.”
“My, but you are tempting,” Alastor said softly, almost too low for Tony to hear. “A matched set would be something new…”
Tony pretended not to catch the words. He didn’t want to think about what kinds of perverted things this guy was into. “Anyway, g’night.” As uncomfortable as it made him to give Alastor his back, Tony turned and darted down the hall to his room.
“Pity,” he heard from behind him.
***
Enzo pitched a fit when he found Tony’s note in the morning, but when Angel showed him how pretty her veil looked on her, he figured that he could just kick the boy’s ass when he turned back up.
The wedding took less than half an hour. It was a formality, really, once the wedding license had been signed. No one looked closely enough to see that an A had been changed to an O. There was one heart stopping moment when the veil had been lifted for the couple’s first kiss, but just as it had been every time before, Angel’s act was perfect. He let himself be led to the wedding dinner without complaint, and even waved his father goodbye as he and Alastor boarded the train several hours later.
Once the door to their private car was closed behind them, Angel took a deep breath and forced a smile.
“Well now my dear, why don’t we get you out of that dress?”
“Oh, Alastor,” Angel purred, putting everything in to the act, “you read my mind. That suit looks amazing on you, but it'll look even better on the floor.” Every minute Alastor continued to believe he was Angela, was another minute she and Sophie slipped further away. If he could satisfy Alastor with a blowjob for the night, or even trick him by riding him, it would buy them even more time.
Angel slipped his hands under the lapels of Alastor’s coat and pushed it off his shoulders. Alastor allowed it without making a move for Angel’s dress, thankfully. With practiced movements, Angel unfastened the buttons on his shirt and stripped it off. He sank to his knees next, the movement fluid despite the dress. Nimble fingers undid the placket and freed a quickly burgeoning erection.
“No need to rush, darling,” Alastor said, his voice a little breathless.
“I just can’t wait,” Angel purred. “I wanna taste you, Alastor. Want you t’fuck my throat. Will you do that for me?” He batted his lashes up at Alastor, who growled low.
“Oh yes, I can do that.” He put both hands on either side of Angel’s head and guided him forward. Lips parting easily, Angel took the tip of Alastor’s cock into his mouth and licked eagerly. This, he understood. This was simple. He allowed Alastor’s hands to press him closer, taking more of the frankly impressive length into his mouth until it was pressing against the back of his throat. Alastor gave a testing little push, and Angel easily took the last few inches without gagging.
Above him, Alastor groaned. If only Angel could make him come this way, could keep him from pushing for more tonight. He could slip into a nightgown, and maybe there would be a chance the following day to escape. Angel allowed himself a moment to daydream, as his mouth worked on auto pilot as it had so many times before, that he could get away, could somehow meet up with Sophie and Angie in South Point. They could get a place together, the three of them. Angel didn’t have much in the way of skills except what he’d learned entertaining Enzo’s guests in his sister’s place, but he could work the street for a while if he hadn’t found another job by the time the money ran out. He could provide for them, safe and sound and away from Enzo and a world of back room deals and drugs and killers.
It was such a pleasant fantasy that Angel was almost surprised to be brought back to reality by the feel of Alastor’s fingers tugging sharply at his hair. Judging by his harsh panting and the throbbing in his cock, he was close to coming. Likely trying to get Angel to pull off so that their night didn’t end prematurely. Well, Angel had other ideas. He hollowed his cheeks, sucked harder, swirled his tongue and then rubbed at just the right spot along the underside and-
Alastor stopped trying to tug him away and instead pushed, driving his cock down Angel’s throat as he came.
Angel swallowed around him and hummed, elongating the orgasm, making sure the man was well and truly spent. Only when Alastor’s dick was starting to go down did Angel finally release him with a wet pop. He sat back on his heels and blinked up at Alastor coquettishly.
“Aww, I’m sorry baby. I just got too excited an’ I couldn’t help myself.”
For half a moment, Alastor looked almost winded, and Angel internally cheered. But then the predatory look was back in Alastor’s eyes, and he smiled down at Angel. “Nothing to apologize for, my dear. I’m far from finished with you.” He reached down and helped Angel to his feet. Angel bit back his disappointment and forced his expression into something eager.
“Really?” He was almost impressed at how excited he managed to sound. “In that case, why don’t you go get the bed warmed up while I slip outta this dress an’ into something a little… sexier for you.” He trailed his fingers down Alastor’s bare chest and started to walk by him, thinking of the things from his bag that he could put on that might hide his gender until Alastor fell asleep. But before he could make it more than a single step, Alastor pulled him to a stop and his hands went to the zipper at the back of the dress.
“Oh no need for that, kitten. Not tonight, anyway. I want to devour every inch of you.” The zip went down and Angel’s heart rate kicked up. He kissed Alastor, rubbing up against him provocatively and then suddenly turned in his arms and let the bodice of the dress slip down. He looked back over his shoulder as he shimmied until it dropped to the floor.
“Whoops,” he said playfully. Alastor’s pupils dilated, the black nearly eclipsing the amber, and he pushed his hands up underneath where Angel’s arms were crossed over his chest. Angel had never been more grateful for the touch of gynecomastia that affected the men in his family. Rail thin as he was, from the back he could still be mistaken for a woman with small tits.
Alastor cupped the tiny mounds of flesh, brushing his thumbs over the nipples and then rolling them between his fingers. It was far better than most of the guys that had played with Angel’s chest, pinching or pawing at him. It would actually have felt nice, if not for the fact that Angel was walking a thin line between getting fucked and having his throat cut open. He moaned, only mostly for show, arching into the touch and making it seem as though there was more to his chest than there really was.
One of Alastor’s hands started to skate down, heading for the panties Angel wore. Quickly, Angel intercepted it and pulled it back up, sucking two of Alastor’s fingers into his mouth and fallating them obscenely. It succeeded at distracting Alastor for the moment, and Angel continued for a bit longer before releasing them and moving to the bed.
“C’mon, baby, let’s take this party under the covers. Looks like you’re already rarin’ t’go again.”
“Oh you have no idea,” Alastor murmured, following Angel easily.
In a single practiced movement, Angel slipped under the sheet and rolled to his stomach. Without needing prompted, Alastor blanketed him, his cock resting in Angel’s ass. The quick job Angel had done lubing and stretching himself before the wedding seemed like forever ago now that a sizable dick was pressing against him, but Angel ignored that. He’d been through worse.
“Mmm, yeah, just like that. You ready to fuck me, big boy?” He rolled his hips until the tip of Alastor’s cock caught against his hole and then started to press backward. There was barely a moment of discomfort from the breach before Alastor pulled back and in one single motion flipped Angel to his back and pulled his crotchless panties off.
They both froze.
***
“Well well well, what have we here?” Alastor asked softly. “Angel, I presume?”
***
Angie was safe. He’d bought them enough time. No matter what happened, that was the only thing that mattered.
It was worth it, Angel thought, bracing for the slow and painful death he was certain that this demonic killer would give him.
***
“It’s a good thing I’m versatile,” Alastor growled, now barely resembling a human. Claw tipped fingers gripped Angel’s hips and tipped them up. Angel was too shocked to even try and fight. He stared, horrified, as the creature with black smoke pouring from his eyes and far too many razor sharp teeth to fit into his jaws started to sink his cock into Angel’s ass. The burn of the stretch and not enough lube was almost an afterthought. The devil was fucking him and Angel’s first thought was, thank god it’s not Angie.
But then one of those inhuman hands came up to wrap around Angel’s throat and he was jerked back to the moment, back to the terrifying reality that this was going to be the end of his life. Fucked to death by this beast in the back of a rail car. Alastor snapped his hips forward, burying the rest of himself into Angel just as his fingers squeezed, cutting off Angel’s air. Dimly, he heard a guttural groan of pleasure.
Alastor pulled back and drove forward again, and then again. Angel’s head started to swim from lack of oxygen. The headboard pounded against the fall with the force of Alastor’s thrusts. When the room started to go dark at the edges, Alastor moved his hand down, low on Angel’s belly. He pressed down against the bulge that appeared and reappeared there with each thrust. “Ssssssso fucking perfect,” Alastor hissed. He watched, entranced for a moment, and then shifted his hands back up. Angel was sure he was going to choke him again, but instead, Alastor pinned Angel’s wrists above his head and held them there while he continued fucking him.
Angel always knew he was a perverted freak, but he was still surprised when he felt his prick twitch between them. The way Alastor’s cock was battering his insides, the rush of adrenaline making his system go haywire, then unearthly heat coming from Alastor’s skin… In another moment, Angel’s dick was hard, throbbing.
“Oh yessssss.” Alastor sped up his thrusts, grinning maniacally. “Just like that,” he urged sweetly. “Come on my cock you filthy fucking slut. Beg for it like a cum hungry cunt.” It no longer sounded human, and Angel didn’t care. He needed to come. Needed it more than he needed his next breath. He was sobbing and begging, half coherent and broken pleas falling from his lips.
Alastor dropped lower, pressing their bellies together as he continued to thrust, and suddenly Angel’s world whited out as pleasure exploded through him. It was the most intense orgasm he’d ever had.
When the buzzing in his ears had subsided and he felt fully conscious, he realized that Alastor was gently wiping the tears from his cheeks and whispering to him.
“Gorgeous, lovely thing. Beautiful. Such a perfect little kitten.”
Angel’s eyes blinked open, surprised at the sweet nothings. “There you are, darling. For a moment there, I thought I’d fucked the brains right out of you. Wouldn’t be the first time.” Alastor’s eyes were amber again, and the flat smile was back. Angel couldn’t tell if his incisors had always been that long, or if he was imagining it. Had he hallucinated the whole thing?
“You-You’re not mad?” What a stupid thing to say, but the words were out before Angel’s addled mind could stop them.
Alastor laughed. “Mad? Darling I’m furious. I’m tempted to pluck your lovely eyes from their sockets and have them as an appetizer before I crack open your chest and devour your heart. But what daring you have, my little jennez. What a puzzle you are. No one has managed to trick me in half a century, but you, my Angel…you succeeded.” Alastor’s fingers traced down Angel’s chest and to his belly, stroking through the streak of ejaculate there and scooping it up, then pressing his fingers to Angel’s lips. Angel obediently licked them clean. “I am enthralled by you, my darling. I want to know everything. But first, I think I’ll have you again. Just for me this time. Do brace yourself dear, this won’t be pleasant.”
Before Angel could protest, Alastor flipped him over and bent him forward. One hand shoved Angel’s face into the pillows and the other raked down his back. A moment later there was the pressure of a cock against his rim again. Without warning, Alastor thrust inside and began to pound Angel’s ass brutally. Harsh groans, the bedframe slamming against the wall, and skin slapping against skin made a carnal music. Angel made his body go lax, knowing that tensing would only make things worse. He went pliant and let himself be used.
Surprisingly, despite Alastor’s warning, it wasn’t the worst sex Angel had ever had. Not by far. Alastor’s cock felt abnormally large, rearranging Angel’s insides to force them to accept him, but there was no searing, tearing pain of split skin. The wet sound between them was Alastor’s cum, not blood. Angel could handle the biting grip of Alastor’s fingers digging into his hip, and the sharp curve of his spine with his face still forced down against the pillows. He could deal with the air being driven from his lungs with each brutal thrust.
It was almost a regular Friday night, except for the whole fear of being murdered. But then again, he’d always known that any one of his guests would likely kill him if they found out he was a man. At least Alastor knew and hadn’t killed him so far. Angel almost smiled as the fucking continued. He lost track of how long it went on for. There was nothing but the sounds of sex and the repeated fullness, and the heat of Alastor at his back.
A sharp slap to his ass roused Angel, and he realized that he’d passed out while being fucked. “Back with me again?” Alastor asked without malice. Angel nodded meekly. His ass was so sore he thought he might cry. Instead, he bit his lip and tried to push back to meet Alastor’s thrusts, hoping to speed along the process. “There there, almost finished now. Such a good girl for me.” In another half dozen thrusts, Alastor moaned low and came, cock jerking in Angel’s ass as it spurted again and again.
Finally, finally, Alastor pulled his cock free. Angel whimpered and collapsed onto the bed. Alastor stretched out beside him. “Now normally at this point in the evening I would either devour you whole or send you on your way. But since you went through such lengths to get here, why don’t you enlighten me as to your motives. Some scheme you and Enzo concocted? Should I expect to find a pistol in your bag, or perhaps a crucifix?”
Though the words were spoken genially enough and he was smiling, Angel could hear the steel behind Alastor’s tone. He shook his head.
“Don’t try and convince me you’re Angela, my darling, because I definitely detected the scent of cunt when I was introduced, and yet you-” Alastor reached down and fondled Angel’s soft prick.
“I’m Angelo,” Angel bit out, disgusted at Alastor’s description of his sister. “Angelo Anthony Dustry. Tony. But - but the guys, Pop’s guests, they call me Angel.”
“My my, the mob is certainly more open minded in this part of the country than I was led to believe.”
“No, they don’t know.” Angel shook his head. “They think I’m Angie. Even Pop does.”
“Not to be indelicate, but I’d think anyone with eyes would-”
“I’m good at makin’ sure they don’t,” Angel said hotly. “I flirt, I get ‘em drunk or high, I blow ‘em, an’ if they want more, I can bend over an’ take it up the ass while they’re just glad t’be in a warm wet hole. No one’s noticed before.” Well- that wasn’t exactly true. There had been one, but Angel shied away from the memory.
“Just how often do you put on this charade, kitten?”
“Two or three nights a week.”
“For how long?”
“Since I was fifteen.”
Alastor studied him. “Such lengths to go to, so much to put yourself through, all to protect your sister’s virtue.”
“It ain’t just that,” Angel protested.
“Oh?”
Angel took a breath and let it out slowly. Maybe, if he knew the truth, Alastor would be less likely to try and find Angie. He’d said he wasn’t interested in innocence. “My sister… she- she’s… different. She’s - simple. Her brain don’t work the same as most folks.”
“I see.”
“That first night, when that fucker Jeffreys put his hand up Angie’s skirt, she didn’t understand what was goin’ on. She was afraid. And Pops, that fucker just threw her to the goddamn lions. She was so fucking scared. And me-” Angel gestured down to his slim body with disgust curling his lip, “how the fuck was I supposed to help?”
“But you did help?”
“I tried pullin’ her outta there. I did pull her outta there. But one of ‘em pulled me back. Between the dark an’ the booze, guess they didn’t notice they’d snagged the wrong twin.”
“And after that night, you continued the charade?”
Angel shrugged. “Wasn’t nothin’ else t’do.”
“Oh, little one, I can think of no less than a dozen things that others might’ve done. But not you.” He stroked a finger gently down the side of Angel’s face. “Tell me, are you repulsed by this pretense? By dressing up in those frilly things and using this beautiful body to take cock?”
“Are you askin’ if I’m a fag?”
“Let’s not put ourselves into boxes, shall we? After all, you’ve already spread your legs for me and come spectacularly on my cock like a desperate whore tonight. I don’t think I need to make you beg for it like a bitch in heat to prove that you can be accommodating to my gender.”
Angel’s face burned with shame at the memory. Hadn’t he known, deep down, that his father had been right about him all along?
“What I’m asking,” Alastor went on in a gentle tone, “is if the wrapping was just for show, just to hide your identity, or something more? Are you Tony underneath it all, or Angel?”
It wasn’t a question Angel had ever considered before. He’d started dressing up and taking cock to protect his sister. It was necessary. But had there been a time, before that, when he wanted to be Angel? Had there been times, along the way, when he wasn’t being pawed at by some drunk, wasn’t gagging on the taste of unwashed cock, that he had wanted to crawl into the personal of Angel and never come back out?
A memory shuffled to the surface of his mind, of himself when he was young, maybe ten or eleven, putting on a pair of high heeled shoes he’d found. He’d liked how impossibly long they’d made his legs seem, the way they’d changed his posture, how pretty they’d been. He’d loved them, until the moment Enzo spotted him and backhanded him across the room.
Another memory bloomed, of heated kisses exchanged in the dead of night, of shaking hands and panting breaths, and a desperate need that he’d never felt when he’d gone on dates with girls before. How right it had felt, to have the hard planes of a man pressing against him, the jut of an erection eager against his hip.
Another memory, of standing in his bedroom with the door locked after a covert shopping trip, holding a satin gown against his skin and marveling at how beautiful the color looked on him. How soft the fabric felt. How perfectly the material hugged his slim body.
Pops was right about me all along.
It was worse than any insult Enzo had ever thrown, because Angel couldn’t deny it any more. He realized, mortified, that there were tears on his face again. There was no sense in hiding it, at this point. Alastor could easily kill him and no one would ever find his body. Clearly, the man had no problem sleeping with other men anyway.
“Angel,” he whispered brokenly. “I’m Angel.”
He was shocked a moment later to feel cool lips press against his cheek. And again, and again. Alastor was kissing away the tears. Angel was so surprised that he managed to snap out of his self-loathing, utterly confused by Alastor’s actions.
“Beautiful,” Alastor murmured between kisses. “So, so beautiful.”
Part of Angel wanted to deny it, but how could he? Angel was beautiful. And Alastor - Alastor knew the entirety of Angel and still thought he was beautiful.
“I already want you again, but I haven’t decided if I’m going to break you or not…”
“That mean there’s a chance of me surviving this?” Angel asked, aiming for light hearted. He could still hardly believe he hadn’t been killed already. He didn’t want to push his luck.
“That depends… tell me, my ingenuitive little minx, was that your name, or your sisters on the marriage license?”
“Mine,” Angel said, confused by the question.
“So we are in a legally binding contract, you and I.”
“Suppose so.”
“You took on the position of little housewife. Signed on for the job. I wonder how willing you are to follow through?”
“T’be honest, I thought you’d have murdered me by this point, so it wasn’t somethin’ I really considered. Not that I’m sayin’ I wouldn’t,” he added hastily. “Wh-what do you consider ‘followin’ through’?”
Alastor rolled on top of him, his thick erection dropping onto Angel’s belly. “To be my wife,” he said, voice low. “To suck like my wife. Be fucked like my wife. To honor, to obey. To be punished when you’ve been bad.”
The subtle rocking of his hips was making Angel’s prick twitch with interest, despite the soreness in his ass.
“Punished?” Angel could barely get the word past his lips.
“Oh yes, darling. If you’re going to be mine, you’ll need to be punished severely for tricking me. I can forgive, but there are always consequences.”
Angel shuddered at the threat, not wanting to even consider what a man like Alastor would consider fitting punishment for his crime. He didn’t know if he wanted Alastor to decide to keep him or not. Which would be worse? To become the bitch to this contrary, inhuman creature, or to die before his twenty-first birthday?
“Do I get any say in it?”
Alastor cocked his head, hips stilling for a moment while he considered. “Alright,” he finally agreed. “If we come to a mutual consensus, I shall take your wishes into consideration.”
“Can I ask a question before I make up my mind?”
“I’m intrigued, mon ange.”
“What are you?”
Alastor laughed, the sound human enough at first, but then morphing into something tinny, something deep, something that echoed without making any sound at all. His eyes turned red - not amber, but full crimson. Horns that forked like antlers emerged from his forehead. His skin grew hot. “Your father made a deal with a devil, my dear.” Alastor continued to thrust softly, the inhumanly heated skin of his erection rubbing maddeningly against Angel’s own.
“Oh, god,” he gasped.
Alastor smirked. “Far from it,” he quipped. “So, what’ll it be, Angel? Do you choose to be mine? To belong to me, knowing exactly what I am?”
“I-I…”
Alastor shifted his hips until his cock slipped between Angel’s legs. For a moment, he froze, thinking that Alastor was going to fuck him again. Instead, Alastor pressed on Angel’s lower belly until some of the cum Alastor had filled him with before trickled out and coated his cock. Then he wedged it between Angel’s cheeks and started thrusting again, using his own come to slick the way. Angel’s cock throbbed in response and he whimpered.
“Tick tock,” Alastor whispered. “Time to decide.” He kept thrusting slowly, driving Angel mad with the drag and pull.
Alastair could have shoved his cock into Angel’s painfully sore hole. He didn't. He could have killed Angel already. He hadn't. He could have dragged him back to Middleton, could have tortured him to find out where Angie was, could have tossed him off the moving train and gone in search of her himself. He did none of those things. He fucked Angel without penetrating him and gave him a choice. It was more than he'd ever been given before.
“I- yes,” he blurted. “Yes, I’m yours.”
Alastor’s teeth flashed in a demonic, terrifying smile. “I was hoping you’d say that, darling. Now touch yourself. Do it.”
Angel’s hand shot out obediently, and he started stroking his cock in time with Alastor’s thrusts. He was already so, so close.
“Forty-eight hours,” Alastor said. “Forty eight hours of punishment for the forty eight hours you tricked me. After that, all is forgiven. We’ll start as soon as we get home. But for now,” he leaned down, until his lips were right next to Angel’s ear, “come for Daddy.”
Angel arched and came hotly, shooting all the way up to his face. Alastor groaned and pulled back. He pressed the tip of his cock against Angel’s slick, abused hole and came directly inside of it.
Angel collapsed, boneless, onto the bed. Alastor gathered him up and held him close. He fed the droplets of come splattered across Angel’s face and chest to him with his fingers, humming in approval when Angel lapped them up obediently, then kissed his temple. “Sleep, my Angel.”
Angel slept.