A/n: Okay starting off strong with huskerdust!! This was a request🩷💪

Husk was practically growling from where he was seated at the bar. He had no idea why Alastor insisted he work there all day. They never had anybody come into the hotel anyway. In his boredom, he had practiced cards and took up day drinking to take his mind off of how much he didn't want to be there. He almost wished Angel was there, talking his ear off and annoying the shit out of him. Which, he no doubt will be—he was supposed to have gotten off work thirty minutes ago.

He sighed, sitting on his bar stool. All his copious amounts of drinking led him to a rather unfortunate predicament. He was incredibly desperate to pee. He'd been there for hours, and there was no way he would be able to leave. His ankle was chained to the barstool, and even if it wasn't, Alastor would appear immediately, and force him back to the bar the second he tried to move.

He could always ask Alastor if he could go. But Husk wasn't begging for anything, especially not a potty break. That was utterly humiliating, and would only feed into Alastor's power-hungry ego, and he would be teased relentlessly and condescendingly before he was allowed to go. He would just hold it until he was relieved of his duty.

He heard the front door of the hotel open, and in came Angel Dust, of course. He didn't look the best. But he was sober, and okay enough to walk up to the bar, demand the strongest drink on the shelf and begin venting. It'd been like this the past few months since they'd met. He had to admit, he grew to long for these nights. For any moment with Angel, really. After breaking through his walls, he was actually pretty cool to be around. He didn't even really mind the flirting anymore. (Especially since it seemed more genuine now.)

"Yeah, Val has let go of the waterboarding shit for now, but now he's into whipping. Which, I think is an excuse to beat the shit outta me and watch me get hit by the actors. But it's whatever. The actors go easy on me, but Val is fucking rough" he groaned, holding his arms and legs up to show Husk the whip marks, and the dark bruises forming underneath his fur.

Husk felt oddly protective in that moment, his heart filling with concern for Angel, and anger for Valentino, "that's abuse, Angel."

Angel Dust let out a laugh, downing his drink, "we're in hell, toots" he slid the empty glass back to Husk, "Overlords abusing their property isn't anything new. I'm sure you'd know all about it, considering you used to be one. And now that Alastor owns you. God, I bet he's awful. He's so fucking creepy" he shivered.

"I'll admit I wasn't the kindest overlord, but Valentino is a different fucking level. He's in hell for a good reason" Husk scoffed. He decided against feeding into Angel's weariness of Alastor, he couldn't talk bad about him if he wanted to be on his good side.

Angel shook his head, "Aren't we all?" He didn't mean to take Val's defense, but it was hard not to. It was a bad habit.

"There are people here over drug deals and suicides. They aren't anywhere near close to the pure evil harbored inside of that freak you're forced to call a boss" he said, cleaning Angel's glass and stacking it with the others.

Angel hummed, "I guess you're right about that. In my opinion, this whole system is fucked. God needs to like, I dunno. Re-evaluate his choices or something, it's ridiculous."

Husk laughed with Angel, and they continued to talk nonsense for a while. Husk's urge to pee didn't dissipate, but there was nothing he could do except pretend to be okay. He wasn't a good actor though, and keeping his composure wasn't easy when he not only had to focus on his bladder, but also on a conversation.

"When's Al letting you off? It's getting late, and there's no way anybody's gonna come in, let alone demand a beer" Angel told him,

"I dunno, but i'm getting sick of this" Husk sighed, "i've been here practically since I woke up, with no break. I've been standing here for probably eight hours straight, i'm going nuts. Usually, Alastor doesn't even make me come over here unless we have someone visiting the hotel—if i'm over here, it's because I want to be. But I guess he just forgot about me for now" he shrugged, "he'll remember eventually."

Angel's eyes widened, "you haven't had a break? Like—at all?"

"Charlie brought me a sandwich earlier" he shrugged, "it's all good. She tried to sneak me out but I declined the offer since I don't got nothing better to do." And because Alastor wouldn't have been happy with him if he left without permission. And because he was fucking chained to the bar.

Angel shrugged, "It's still crazy. You aren't even getting paid for this shit."

Husk shrugged, "i'm sure you're used to long shifts with no breaks. Gimme some pointers."

"Dissociate until they're done with you" Angel said, before he realized what he had said, "or—until you're let off, in your case."

"Okay, wow" Husk said, not sure how to respond to that. He was under the impression that Angel craved sex, so him disassociating from it was a little jarring to hear, "do you still like sex? Or—"

Angel laughed, "of course! I love it, I just. Y'know, when I signed that contract, I didn't think everything would be as awful as it is now. I don't like when Val touches me, or reminds me that i'm his, and I don't like being played with so rough by people who couldn't give a fuck less about me. Sometimes, when I do street work people are kinder. I enjoy those interactions a lot more than bein' in the studio."

Husk hummed to himself, "so it's just gotta be with the right person."

"If it was the right person, i'd let them play as rough as they want" he supposed that it was just a little scary, knowing that most of the time, people didn't care about how Angel felt and whether he was comfortable or not. No established safe words or slowing down from a ruthless pace when he asked them to, "I wanna be more than just a doll that gets used and discarded—I wanna be something to someone" he groaned, "emotions are complicated. Shit would be so much easier if I didn't give a fuck. Val doesn't care how many times I say no, or if i'm uncomfortable with something."

Husk shook his head, "you must be drunk. You're never this vulnerable."

"Not drunk! Pinky swear it, Charlie's keeping track. So if I have a drink I text what it was and how much. She doesn't expect me to stop all together, but she wants me to aim for not getting shit-faced" He explained, "anyways, how's your life been? Anything interesting? I feel like we usually always just talk about me. Or I vent and you pretend to be interested or somethin' like that."

Husk smirked, "You get fucked by like sixty people every day. All I do is stand here. You're bound to have more interesting stories than I do" he shifted on his barstool, crossing one leg over the other. It was getting harder to ignore his growing desperation.

"I suppose that's true" Angel said, his eyes flickering over Husk's shaking frame, "hey, what's up with you? You haven't been able to sit still."

Husk really didn't want to admit that he had to pee, but he supposed it'd be nice to vent about it to someone. Maybe do a little complaining, "I just..." he looked into Angel's eyes, and tensed up. He didn't want to share his problem anymore—Angel looked so concerned, and Husk couldn't calm the irrational part of his brain that told him Angel would think of him less for this, "i'm fine" he finished.

Angel raised a brow, "Really? 'Cause you're squirming like you have to—" suddenly everything clicked into place. He made an 'o' shape with his mouth, before smirking. He rested his elbows on the counter, and leaned forward, plopping his face into his hands, "awe" he cooed, "does the poor little kitty need to go potty?" He teased.

Husk growled, "Angel" his eyebrows furrowed into a glare as he tried not to blush, "I haven't been since I woke up this morning. Like I said, no breaks."

Angel cringed with sympathy, dropping the teasing, "Oh, right—sorry, whiskers. Damn, I know all about that life. Totally unfair, bathroom breaks should be mandatory!" He really did feel for Husk, and was even worried about him. Going the whole day without peeing wasn't easy, especially if someone drank as much as he did, "why don't you just go? Did he explicitly state that you can't?"

Husk sighed, hoping to avoid clueing Angel into just why he couldn't leave. But he motioned for him to look over the counter, "My ankle is chained to the bar. I can't leave, even if I wanted to."

"That's fuckin' psycho behavior, what is wrong with him?" Angel asked, "do you want me to go get him? I mean, if he's here. I can tell him to come let you piss."

Husk contemplated for a moment, weighing his options. His need was getting incredibly uncomfortable to deal with. He wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to hold it for, which was incredibly embarrassing, "Yes...if you wouldn't mind" he grumbled. He didn't like anybody knowing he had to go, and now Angel knew, and knew that he had to go bad enough to go ask for a break. At least Angel wasn't teasing him.

"Okay, i'll be right back" Angel said, "don't go anywhere while i'm gone!" He giggled.

Husk rolled his eyes. That bastard.

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Angel didn't even knock, he just bursted through Alastor's door, "Hey, radio freak!" He called, "I know there's no possible way you have friends, so I know you're here!" He heard the sound of annoyed static screeching, and Alastor appeared in front of him, a twisted, toothy grin displayed on his face. He tilted his head to the side, his eye twitching, "Angel! Dear, what ever can I do for you at this hour?"

"Yeah, yeah can it with the theatrics" he said with a roll of his eyes, holding one of his hands up. Angel was lucky that Charlie valued his life, or else he was sure Alastor would have murdered him, "can you let Husk go? He's been there like, all day and I think it's time you let him off for the day. Or at least give him a break."

Alastor laughed heartily, but Angel just found it creepy, "Oh! Oh, no. I'm not letting him go anytime soon. He's had this coming!"

"O...kay" Angel drawled out, "he kinda like, needs to use the bathroom, so like—can you at least let him take care of that? He's all moody and grumpy because of it."

Alastor simply shook his head, "This is Husker's punishment, Angel. He spoke out of turn, and I can't have him thinking it's okay to speak to me like he did. My plan is to humiliate him. He will stand there until he loses control, and then i'm going to make him stay there until everyone in the hotel has seen his shame" he explained, "and let's admit it—he's moody and grumpy anyways, all the time. I'm surprised you noticed a difference."

Angel opened his mouth to speak, but Alastor's tentacles appeared. They picked him up and threw him out of the room, "now, don't bother me again unless it's important." The door slammed in Angel's face before he could protest.

Fuck. Alastor was crazy. Sick in the head. He made his way back down the stairs, "Hey, whiskers?" He called, "I've got some bad news."

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Of course it was a fucking punishment. Alastor was hardly ever this harsh unless Husk had done something to piss him off. He let out a harsh sigh. He couldn't hold it for much longer, he had countless drinks throughout the day, and was currently nursing a full bladder.

"So" Husk began, "he wants me to piss myself?" He questioned, "gross."

Angel nodded, "he said he's gonna make you stay here until everyone's seen you wet. And it's pretty late, so that could be another eight hours."

Husk groaned, "oh my satan. This shit is so fucking stupid, I swear."

Angel nodded before smirking, "I've gotta say, whiskers. Seeing you all desperate squirmy is kinda hot."

Husk snapped his head up, "what?"

Angel held his hands up in surrender. Husk was blushing deeply, "hey, Val's been into watersports lately and it's rubbing off on me!"

"Well, don't get too excited" Husk mumbled gruffly, "I guess I might as well just...go...and get it over with."

Angel had an idea in that moment. Maybe it was the fact that it was three am and he was horny, but Husk was going to be there for a while, so why not make it a little fun, "already?" Angel whined, "but you look so good" he whispered, getting on his knees on his stool and reaching over the bar counter, trailing a finger lightly along Husk's chest, "why don't you hold it a little longer? For me?"

Husk's blush had gotten darker, and a deep purr began to vibrate within his chest. Usually, he would smack Angel's hand away and call him names and tell him to leave, but he didn't want him to leave. He enjoyed his company, and could tell that Angel wasn't just saying that to get under his skin. He was being genuine. Husk nodded, and Angel smirked, sitting back down on his stool, "good kitty."

"Angel, I—I don't know how long I can hold on for" he admitted, looking down stubbornly at his feet.

Angel hummed, "well, just hold on for as long as you can. Either way, i'll enjoy the show~" he drawled out, resting his head in his hands.

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Husk really wasn't kidding when he said he wasn't going to last long. And Angel wasn't kidding when he said he was horny. So, while Husk held himself to avoid an accident, Angel made sure that nobody else was around, before snaking a hand down his skirt and stroking himself, keeping his eyes glued to Husk, "oh, fuck, this is better than any script Val could come up with in the studio" he moaned, before whimpering, "I just wish you were the one touching me."

"As soon as this punishment is over, you'll be lucky if I don't fuck your brains out" Husk growled. He and Angel had a lot of sexual and romantic tension lately, and Husk was just about ready to cut through it and fuck him senseless, and then pepper tiny, loving kisses all over his face and make him know he was valued for more than just his body, "I'm going to show no mercy."

Angel gripped himself harder, moaning, "Yes, Husky" he breathed, picking up speed as he approached his climax.

Husk let out a shaky sigh, "i'm..I can't hold it" he muttered.

"Then don't" Angel whispered. And that was all Husk needed before he whimpered, going heavily into his pants. Angel came as soon as he watched Husk break. His shoulders hunched, his legs opened and a dark patch of urine spread across his groin and began to drip down his legs, making a puddle on the floor. It was beautiful, the way Husk completely fell apart before his very eyes.

It felt so good to go, and it wasn't as humiliating as he thought it would be, going in front of Angel. Angel had wanted him to piss himself, and even came while watching it. He was sure to be humiliated later, when everyone saw, but he had to admit that holding for Angel had been kind of fun.

"Hey, Kitty...you need help with that?" Angel questioned, smirking. Husk looked down at where Angel was pointing, and saw his very obvious hard-on.

Husk smirked, "you better not disappoint."

Angel laughed, "me? Disappoint? Do you even know who you're talking to?!"

"Feeling is believing" Husk purred, "get over here."

A/n: yeah i hope you guys enjoyed my awful characterization lmao