(Warning, beginning of this chapter has sexual content, not fully smut but spicy stuff does happen.)

<Hazbin Hotel>

It was the morning. The hotel room was shrouded in darkness, only lit by the pentagram sun that illuminated through the transparent curtains. Two bodies wrapped around each other on the bed, one was awake. The cat demon in the hellhound's arms was smiling and shuffled a little to get out of her grasp, going over to the thing that opened his eyes. The phone.

The bartender rolled out of bed, literally. A light headache made him groan, as he massaged his head. The light movement didn't wake the sleeping woman though, but Husk was silently walking around, collecting his clothes and departed to the bathroom to shower. He stepped in and felt the water run through his rough fur. His thoughts continued to wander, mostly about the five rounds of sex he had last night, but also about his and Loona's future. Conjuring up the cliche story of them getting married and shit. It's pathetic in Husk's mind but it gives him a fluttering feeling.

"Mornin~" Husk turned around, shocked by the voice.

It was Loona, who was also naked and in the shower with him. She pressed Husk against the wall and kissed him, which caused him to moan as his hands roamed her back that was slick with all the water on her.

They released and Husk was left panting, "Fuck honey, how are you not tired?~"

"I got some great stamina, wanna see?~"

"I gotta work~" Husk replied, which caused Loona to smirk and roll her eyes playfully.

"We both do, but I don't start until 3 hours from now, and you last long you sexy motherfucker but you aren't that good~"

Husk chuckled and placed a hand on her ass, as they kissed again, leading to yet another round of sex that both of them craved even more.

<Down at the bar, 1 hour later>

Husk was pouring Angel a drink after an incredibly hard night for the pornstar. He never expressed it to the demon spider, but Husk genuinely cared about the guy, and felt like shit as he rambled in that fake persona Husk despised and hated with every ounce of his heart. The bartender turned around to grab his new bottle and heard someone sit down, it was Vaggie.

"Hello Husk."

"Vaggie."

"You know you're really making it hard to keep you and Loona a secret." Vaggie smirked and looked up to Husk, who blushed.

"We're too loud huh?"

"What? No! Wait y'all did it?"

"No! Wh-where'd you get that idea?" Husk fumbled his words and messed with his hands.

"Yup. We did," Loona yet again gave Vaggie the truth, swaggering up to the bar, bending over to look at Husk with that expression that made him go crazy.

"Hey you," she stated, signaling for a coffee, which Husk grabbed the to-go cups he kept for when he needed to do stuff and didn't have a source of alcohol.

"Thanks babe," the hellhound departed and blew a kiss to Husk, who smirked.

"She's different around you."

"Hm?" Husk was confused.

"She's usually cranky and off with how she talks, nothing like how she talks to you," Vaggie smiled, "just like me and Charlie."

"She's nothing like Charlie."

"I meant how she loves you."

Husk flushed and was heated under his fur, "love", something he didn't know for a long time. This was new to him, but he loved it. And he loved Loona, he's sure of it.

<IMP Headquarters>

Loona walked in with her coffee in hand, blushing as she just noticed the note Husk wrote on it.

"Have fun killin bitches
-Husk."

The hellhound continued to walk until she bumped into Millie, she almost tripped due to how tall Loona is.

"Fuckin hell Millie!"

"I know what's going on!"

"With what?!"

Millie looked around to see both Moxxie and Blitzø eyeing them suspiciously, so the imp dragged Loona out of the office.

Even though they were out of the room, Millie still talked with a hushed voice, "with Husk."

"You're crazy!"

"Shut up! Do you know who Husk is?!" Her voice raised a little.

"Yeah? He's a fucking bartender at a bar and he's smoking hot!"

"Okay, I agree with one of those things. Wait, no two, but I need to tell you who he really is."

Loona didn't know what the hell she was talking about but decided to let her talk.

<Meanwhile, Hazbin Hotel>

Husk was doing his routine, cleaning a glass that never seemed to get that one spot clean. Or at least that's what he told himself. He was alone in the bar, which he liked. This was his favorite time of the day, well, second favorite. His actual favorite was every second he was talking to Loona. Somehow though, he'd have to tell her. He decided to make a plan, grabbing a napkin and a pen, scribbling on it.

"Husker!"

"Ah! Fuck you!" Husk screamed out in fear as Alastor's red smile was somehow illuminated on the bar, like a shadow.

Alastor then configured himself in front of him, sitting in the stool.

"I hear you have taken a liking to our new coworker!" His chipper attitude was not as energetic as Charlie's.

"Yeah? I have, why?"

"Because I have a job for her when she returns!"

"No. You can't."

Alastor's tone and visible mood changed, his eyes making his appearance a silhouette. A chain appeared in the radio demon's hands.

"You know what I own, correct?"

"Y-yes.." Husk shook in fear as the chain formed into a choker, snapping around his neck.

Alastor slammed the cat demon on the floor, flinging him a good distance away from the bar, causing the bartender to lose his hat and wince hard in pain.

"What is it worth," Alastor was still smiling, like he enjoyed it, "Keeping her away from me. You would give your life for her?!" Alastor's voice shot up in a shrill voice.

"Yes!" Husk struggled to get the words out, as he was in a great deal of pain.

Alastor rubbed his chin with his radio, and opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by a scream.

"Alastor!"

It was Charlie.

"What are you doing?!" Her voice was stiff and hard, she had tears in her eyes like she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"No need to worry my dear! Husker here just needs some light encouragement!" The chain flicked and Husk flew out the window, which caused Charlie and now Vaggie to scream in fear for him.

"Husker!" Alastor was now in his deer demon form, Husk looked in fear, like he had seen something so horrific as to make his eyes bleed.

"Now. Tell me. Will you accept my offer!"

Husk was now howling in pain, as his arm and chest were bleeding, which was made worse when Alastor clamped down on his shoulder with a tendril. He lifted Husk to his eyes with the chain, and asked him one last time.

"What will it be?"

"Fuck... you." Husk passed out after that, and Charlie got between the two as Alastor tosses Husk aside like trash.

Vaggie caught the cat before he hit the ground both her and Charlie had tears of fear, both unsure of what Alastor was doing, and if Husk would survive. They ran inside, Vaggie holding Husk like her life depended on it and grabbed the bartender's medical supplies he kept under the bar, lying Husk out on the couch.

A/N: Big chapter stuff. Hope y'all enjoy, and wait to see what happens with Alastor.