Angel pushed his hair out of his face as he pushed the door shut behind him with his heel. With a groan, he walked into the studio.

“I thought I had the day, off, what the hell do ya need me for now-”

 

He came to a dead stop as he caught sight of the bed, cutting himself off.

Eyes widening, his eyes darted between Valentino and the bed.

“The hell is this?”

“What does it look like? Vox brought me a little gift.”

He watched as Valentino slipped the ring of a spider gag between Lucifer’s teeth. It stretched Lucifer’s lips, clearly meant to make him uncomfortable from the sheer size of it, yet it brought no reaction from him at all.

Lucifer looked… out of it.

It only took him a moment to realise that he’d been hypnotised by Vox, making him pliant and docile.

 

With anxiety swirling in his chest, he took a hesitant step closer. “And, uh… what do ya need me for?”

“Oh baby, we’re making a movie. I know you’ve been complaining about never getting to top. Don’t tell me I never give you anything.”

“I don’t… know if I wanna do this, he’s- is he even aware of what’s happenin’ right now?”

“He’s aware enough.” Valentino’s eyes hardened. “Don’t make me ask twice, Angel.”

Angel’s eyes locked with Valentino’s, fear running down his spine like an electric shock. He took a few steps back. “I- I’ll go change.”

A sharp smile spread across Valentino’s lips. “Right answer, amorcito.”

 

-

 

When Angel returned to the set, Valentino had finished getting Lucifer ready, now letting his hands run all along Lucifer’s nearly bare body. Usually Valentino wouldn’t deign preparing any part of a scene himself, aside from the script, but he was clearly enjoying doing so this time.

Ropes were tightly wrapped around his wings, spreading them to their full width. His wingspan was twice as wide as the king-sized bed, the ropes reaching all the way to the walls of the studio. There were cuffs connecting his wrists and ankles, the chains between them short. A spreader bar was tightly squeezed between the folds of his knees, making him completely exposed, the white lingerie he was wearing giving him little to hide behind when the underwear had no crotch.

He’d wanted to see Lucifer naked, sure, but never like this.

 

As Valentino spotted him, a satisfied smirk split his lips. He urged Angel closer, pulling him closer by a hand on his ass, fingers slipping underneath the hem of the pale purple underwear of his lingerie set. “You look adorable, baby. Did you read the script?”

Angel nodded, hesitating once more. “Is he… is he even gonna be able to…?”

 

Valentino laughed. “Oh, don’t you worry your empty little head about that. I’ve already taken him for a nice and long test run. He’s fully functional, just… with less thoughts in his head than the dumbest of my whores.”

“Now,” Valentino leaned down, a finger hooking into the ring attached to a thin, tightly fitted collar, pulling his head up. His tongue pushed inside Lucifer’s open mouth, down into his throat. Angel could see the effects of his pheromones start to take a hold of him as Valentino stood up, pushing Angel to sit on the bed. “Have fun.”

 

The sound of Valentino’s heels were loud in his ears as he stared down at Lucifer. He glanced back at Valentino, now sitting in his chair. As his eyes narrowed, Angel quickly moved closer, sitting right next to him.

As soon as the camera started rolling, Angel leaned forward, leaning across Lucifer’s body.

Though Valentino had called it a script, there were no speaking lines this time. He’d been given instructions on some of the things he had to do, but other than that, it was all improvisation.

 

Two of his hands ran up Lucifer’s arms, where blackened skin faded into white, feeling the raised, golden scars at the transition. It almost looked like when you repaired a porcelain doll, thin cracks lined with glowing gold. What had happened to cause something like that?

His hands moved on, one up his neck, the other to his chest. His fingers brushed Lucifer’s nipple, the sound of Lucifer’s breath hitching reaching his ears. He could see the cameramen move around him from his periphery, capturing the way his hand ghosted around Lucifer’s neck, never fully closing around it.

Taking Lucifer’s nipple between his fingers, he pinched, hard, pulling, twisting gently. Lucifer’s hips bucked, teeth clenching around the gag, a quiet moan escaping him.

Angel could feel Valentino’s eyes on him, narrowed and glaring. The script had wanted him to go rough and brutal, Valentino’s usual style, but it was hard to, when he knew that Lucifer had no way of refusing what was happening, especially right away. Still, he hadn’t started yelling at him yet, so it must look good enough on camera.

 

He slipped in underneath the bar spreading Lucifer’s thighs wide. As one of the cameramen moved around him to shoot from behind, he spread his own legs without needing to consider it, giving the camera a perfect view of Lucifer’s cunt, already starting to drip. A pink, heartshaped buttplug glistened in the rose-tinted lighting on set.

Leaning down, he licked a long stripe along Lucifer’s stomach. He could feel it shiver as he ran his claws down his soft skin, scraping the barely-healed scars from something that had been stabbed into him. The gasps it brought out of Lucifer would have been delicious had it not been for the whole situation.

 

His fingers found the head of Lucifer’s cock, trailing the cool metal of the chastity cage he’d been fitted with, down to his balls. As his fingers squeezed around them, Lucifer’s hips bucked again, straining against his restraints, unable to move. He kept on touching them as he kissed his way up Lucifer’s stomach, up his chest, leaving bitemark after bitemark in his wake.

Hand moving from Lucifer’s balls to his cunt, Lucifer whimpered. He tried to squirm, but couldn’t get very far. His wings tugged at the ropes, making the bars attached to the walls creak.

 

When Angel reached his neck, he let his teeth sink into Lucifer’s flesh. He could feel Lucifer’s skin give way to the angelic steel caps fitted over Angel’s teeth before he left his dressing room, the taste of Lucifer’s blood filling his mouth.

His blood was sweet, like a candied apple. It made him feel a high unlike that of any drug he’d ever tried before, going right to his head, making him rock hard. He had to force his teeth away from Lucifer’s neck, licking him clean of the blood dripping down onto the sheets, trying to focus on doing what he had been ordered to do.

If angel blood turned out to be addictive, he would be in such deep shit.

 

As his hand found Lucifer’s cunt again, he finally looked down at Lucifer’s face. He was flushed, a golden colour that radiated off his face making his cheeks glow. His eyes were struggling to keep open, saliva dripping from his mouth as he gasped. He looked… franky, too fucking good like this. It made something twist in Angel’s gut, forcing him to look away.

As he heard Valentino’s voice, he stared down between Lucifer’s feathers.

“No no, Angel cakes, none of that. Look him in the eyes.”

 

Angel bit his lip, eyes slowly turning back toward Lucifer. As he looked deep into his eyes, his fingers gently teasing his clit, he noticed something shift. It was slow at first, Lucifer’s eyes starting to grow less clouded. Then, suddenly, he was looking at him with such clarity that Angel instantly knew that Vox’s hypnotism had lost its grip on him.

He could feel Lucifer’s hot cunt squeeze around him as Lucifer started to struggle, but still, he was unable to get anywhere. The chains and the bar had to be made out of angelic steel, the ropes reinforced with it, leaving Lucifer completely helpless.

 

Desperately, Angel turned his eyes toward Valentino, opening his mouth to speak. It snapped back shut again at the venomous look on Valentino’s face.

“Keep. Going.”

 

Angel choked on his own breath, before turning back toward Lucifer, who was still straining against his bondage. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, as quietly as he was able. “I’m sorry. I can’t refuse him when I’m in the studio.”

 

His fingers pushed deeper inside of Lucifer, making him groan as he curled them inside of him, stroking his inner walls. He could see the tears gathering in the corners of Lucifer’s eyes, his struggling finally subsiding as he felt himself start to shiver from the building pleasure.

Finding Lucifer’s G-spot was easy, making him wonder if he was far more sensitive than humans and demons were, even when accounting for Valentino’s pheromones. He’d never slept with an angel before, he didn’t know how they differed to the rest of them. But Lucifer was becoming a shivering mess impossibly fast, and he could tell that he was desperate to come.

When he did, Angel felt his fingers grow wet, Lucifer squirting directly into his hand. As Angel raised it to look at it, he found it glowing just as bright as his blood, sticky between his fingers.

Glancing to Valentino, he could see the satisfied look on his face, could see him nod down toward Angel’s cock.

 

Angel pressed his sticky fingers down against Lucifer’s tongue, watching it wrap around it like a snake. It seemed like Lucifer wasn’t even aware that he was doing it, the movement so automatic it was like second nature.

Oh, Valentino was going to love that shot, he already knew it.

 

With Lucifer’s tongue squeezing around his fingers, licking him clean, moving up and down on its own accord, Angel slowly pushed inside of him. He could feel Lucifer’s tongue tighten around his fingers.

His cunt was so hot, making Angel groan at the feeling. He pulled back his hand, letting it run down Lucifer’s cheek, thumb pulling at his bottom lip, before continuing down to his neck. He could feel Lucifer’s hot blood smear against his fingers, making him raise them to his lips to lick them clean.

Fuck.

As he slowly started to thrust inside of Lucifer, his head dipped back down, finding the bite he had left in him before with ease. He latched on, letting the taste wash over his tongue as he continued to thrust inside Lucifer.

He could hear Lucifer’s moans grow louder, his hips bucking, his arms and legs straining against the chains as Angel’s hips snapped against him, faster and faster, the more of his blood that he drank.

 

Lucifer’s second orgasm was punctuated by a loud scream, his cunt squeezing tightly around him as he continued to move. He knew he wasn’t allowed to come yet, not until Valentino said so, but Lucifer’s blood was making holding off difficult.

His fingers traced Lucifer’s neck, and as he pulled back from it to look down at him, he could feel his dick twitch.

Lucifer looked absolutely wrecked, a drooling, sobbing mess, eyes crossed and hooves digging into the mattress beneath them, claws tearing holes into the sheets, blood no doubt dripping all the way through the mattress and onto the bedframe. He could see the start of his horns bursting from his forehead, his breath coming out in short, loud gasps.

 

When Angel started to move again, Lucifer’s screams bounced off the walls. Angel had been around long enough to know that his screams were just as much out of frustration as they were of pleasure. No matter how little part he wanted in all of this, his body didn’t allow him to stop feeling the pleasure, until it was overwhelming.

Feeling Valentino’s stare on him, he let his fingers close around Lucifer’s neck. Lucifer’s eyes sought out his, the tiny shake of his head making Angel’s eyes burn.

Valentino had been very clear on what he wanted included in this scene. And in here, what Valentino wanted, he got.

 

As his fingers tightened their grip around Lucifer’s neck, he could feel Lucifer’s cunt tighten to the point where he could barely move, but still, Angel didn’t let go. He could see Lucifer strain, his wings trying desperately to get loose only to end up failing. His blood started to flow with renewed force from how much he was fighting his restraints, the bite right underneath Angel’s grip around his neck.

Slowly, Lucifer’s cunt started to relax again, and with a sharp order from Valentino, Angel started to thrust into him again, though he could no longer stomach going as fast as he had before, trying to grant Lucifer at least that small mercy.

He could hear Lucifer’s choking, his attempts to breathe, his hooves thumping against the mattress as Angel made him come yet again, though this time, he was unable to scream. Angel’s eyes darted to the side, begging Valentino to allow him to let go of his grip around Lucifer’s throat, only to have his only response being a raised eyebrow.

 

Not yet.

 

Angel pulled out, his fingers finding Lucifer’s cock. He started to unlock the cage, and when he pulled it off, he could feel Lucifer’s body relax, just a fraction.

It didn’t last for long though, because as soon as his fingers wrapped around his cock, he tensed back up. As he continued to choke him, he started to stroke his dick, slowly, allowing him to finally get completely hard. Another one of his hands pushed back inside Lucifer’s cunt, his thumb massaging his clit as his fingers curled inside of him.

 

He could tell that Lucifer was attempting to scream, and as he came once more, eyes rolling to the back of his head, about to pass out, Angel finally let go of his hold around his throat.

Lucifer’s chest heaved, leaving him coughing as he tried to regain his breath. Tears were streaming down his face, tears that Angel leaned forward to lick away from his temples. The chastity cage clattered to the ground, Angel lying down on top of him to press a gentle kiss to his tearstained face.

 

Lucifer flinched at the loud ‘cut’, eyes trying to find Angel’s, but Angel was already turning to look at Valentino, who was now standing next to the bed.

Valentino blew his smoke in their faces, making it dance around them, circling Lucifer’s neck, caressing his bruises. “Wonderful first performance, papito. I look forward to seeing you on my set more often.”

Lucifer glared up at him through eyes that were yet again tear-stained, hissing at him even though he was still wearing the gag. It made Valentino laugh, dark and mean.

“Oh, I’ll train that right out of you, your majesty, just you wait.” As he turned toward Angel, his smile brightened. “Did you know he doesn’t need to eat or drink or go to the bathroom? I could just lock him in a cage and keep him there for whenever I want him.”

He leaned down, pinching Lucifer’s apple-red cheek hard. “He was made for being the perfect sex toy.”

Angel glanced down at Lucifer, who was now attempting to growl through the gag. He really didn’t want to know how Valentino figured that one out.

A pack of wet wipes was tossed at Angel’s face. He just barely managed to catch it without dropping it. His eyes turned back up to Valentino.

“Clean him up for me, would you, amorcito? Then you can go back to your room.”

 

With that, Valentino turned to walk toward the door, pausing with his hand at the door handle. “And Angel?”

The tone in his voice made Angel want to cower.

“If you let him go, I trust you know what I’ll do to you.” His eyes trailed to the collar around Lucifer’s neck. “Not that he’d be able to get very far.”

 

As the door closed behind him, Angel slumped where he sat, burying his face in his hands for a moment, before turning his eyes to Lucifer.

With a sigh, he raised Lucifer’s head with one hand, careful not to catch any of his hair in the buckle as he undid it. He gently pulled the gag out of Lucifer’s mouth.

“I really am sorry,” he said, tossing the gag to the floor. “I’d left the hotel sooner if I knew they were usin’ me to spy on ya. Had no idea it’d… turn into this.”

It seemed like now that Vox was done with Lucifer, he didn’t mind letting Valentino turn him into his plaything. He supposed this was why Valentino returned to Hell so often. Lucifer couldn’t be brought up to Heaven with them, so he would have to come back down to play with him.

Lucifer grimaced, trying to get the pain out of his mouth, having had it pulled wide open for such a long time. As he spoke, his voice was hoarse, torn from how long he had been strangled. “It’s… It’s not your fault. I should’ve been more careful.”

“Sure it ain’t.”

He knew that if he hadn’t told Vox that Lucifer couldn’t raise a finger against sinners, he never would have known that he’d be able to capture him so easily. Whose fault was it, other than his?

 

As Angel started to wipe him clean of blood, cum, sweat and spit, Lucifer’s body grew tense at the contact, only for a moment, before he started to relax again.

“You’ve been… dealing with this man for… decades? How?”

“Drugs an’ alcohol. Disassociatin’. Ya find ways to deal with it.”

“I’m sorry for adding another addiction to your plate then,” Lucifer said with a sigh, as Angel stared down at the blood-soaked wipes in his hands.

Angel’s eyes snapped back to him. “So your blood’s…?”

“Arch angel blood? Very. Found that out the hard way. Really limits what kind of blood play I can do.”

An amused snort escaped Angel, despite it all. “Yeah, I’m fucked, then. Cus I think I drank a lot of it.”

“You did. It’s gonna take me a while to replenish it, especially if they keep refusing to feed me.”

“So ya do need food.”

 

Angel met Lucifer’s eyes, hand hovering above his genitals. At the quiet ‘please’, he pulled the plug out of him, tossing it to the floor. He watched as cum started to leak out of him, no doubt Valentino’s.

He started to wipe him clean of all the cum, using a wet wipe to get rid of the sweat that coated the entirety of Lucifer’s body.

“Not to live, but if I want to heal faster, then yes. Not eating makes me feel sluggish, but I suppose they like that part.”

“Oh, most definitely. They might feed ya right before a shoot though, Valentino likes to see people struggle.” Angel tossed the wipe to the side, eyes running down Lucifer’s body to make sure he’d gotten him completely clean. “Ya feelin’ okay?”

Dumb question, really.

“Peachy.”

 

Angel stood as one of Vox’s assistants ushered him away, long metal cuffs in their hands, ready to be fastened to Lucifer’s forearms.

“I suppose I’ll be seein’ ya around, Lucifer.”

A sad smile snuck its way onto Lucifer’s lips.

“I suppose so. See you later, uh…”

“Angel.”

“Angel. See you- see you later.”

 

Pulling his robe on, Angel threw Lucifer a final glance. He watched the cuffs secure his arms behind Lucifer’s back, before the assistant started to tie all his wings together, tightly fitted against each other, unable to move an inch.

Closing the door to his dressing room behind him, he slid down with his back against the door.

He buried his face in his hands.

 

What the fuck was he even supposed to do?

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