I promise, this image is NOT a spoiler, but I did make me laugh way too hard
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter 11) Zip, Zip
“So, Angie, I'm actually royally pissed!” Cherri Bomb opened the top of her latte to dump in a coffee liquor. “You always said if you ever got married, I'd be there!”
“He was bleedin’ all over the place, was I supposed to call you?” Angel leaned back, sipping his own cappuccino.
“Uh! Yes!!” Cherri recapped her drink. “Especially since it's this guy!!”
Husk looked up, a madeleine in his teeth.
“I thought you were just gonna fuck him.”
“He's old fashioned,” Angel lied. “Plus I've never been married before. I figured it'd be fun!” He grabbed Husk's chin and leaned down, biting off the other half of the cookie.
Cherri laughed into her hand and shook her head. “He's ancient.”
“We're the same age,” Angel argued, swallowing his mouth full. “I've just been in hell longer!”
“I'm also sitting right here,” Husk informed her.
“You look rough,” Cherri told him directly. “Like, not only the shit Angie’s insane brother did!” Angel winced quietly as she went on. “But you look like a rug!”
“Brutal,” Husk sighed, sipping his breve.
Angel jumped to his defense, “Husker isn't sleepin’ well!”
“Oh!!” Cherri was more interested now! “Are you two knocking boots all night?” She squealed as Husk’s blush showed through his fur. “Ang. Is he good?”
“So good!” Angel gushed. “I'm gettin’ spoiled, it's gonna ruin me.”
Cherri lowered her voice and leaned in. “So are you seriously quitting porn? Word is that Valentino is losing his fucking mind.”
“How'd you find out?!” Angel asked in surprise. “It was that sketchy director wasn't it?”
“Travis,” Husk bristled.
“Seriously? That's what you know about my videos?” Angel looked at him flatly. “My foot-obsessed-director?”
“He's a piece of shit!” Husk answered.
Cherri snorted. “The old pussy cat's right, though. It was totally Travis. He's whining about it online!” She showed Angel her phone. “But how'd you pull that off??”
“Through marriage. It's complicated, Cherri, I kinda wanted a break from explainin’ all my bullshit…It's been a long day with Nickie and other fuckin’ garbage.” Angel sighed and crossed his second set of arms. “Plus Husker isn't allowed to sleep anymore, so that's gonna be a whole thing.”
“I bet I can still sleep,” Husker said with a huff. “It's probably an overreaction.”
Now Cherri was even more confused. “... Because of all the fucking?”
“No, because he got all wrecked up by Nickie! See! I didn't wanna talk about it!!”
“You brought it up, Baby,” Husk said, but wrapped his tail around Angel’s leg. “But it's probably just PTSD or some shit.”
“Does PTSD make people scared of zippers? It don't make no sense,” Angel crossed his arms tighter.
“I mean, PTSD made me scared of egg salad for a good few years,” Vaggie swirled her cup around. “But what did zippers do?”
“It's a man covered in zippers. I think they're his skin,” Husk answered with a shudder.
“Oh, hot though,” Cherri grinned, “How many dicks do you think he's hiding?”
“Fourteen,” said Angel, “but he ate them all.”
Husk shuddered again, fluffing his wing nervously. “Not every time I fall asleep is a nightmare.”
“Do you think Vaggie might be full of shit?” Angel asked. “Over exaggeratin’ a bad dream?”
“They're just fuckin’ dreams,” Cherri agreed.
Husk nodded. “...But maybe I should stay awake until we figure it out.”
Angel sipped his cappuccino and considered. “Yeah, you've been sleepin' like 14 hours a day since your contract with Alastor broke, Husk, you sure about that?”
“Well he's a cat!” Cherri laughed. “What's he supposed to do?”
“To be fair, I was on morphine for like 5 of those days…” Husk tightened his tail around Angel’s leg.
“Do you got any left?” Cherri asked hopefully. “I'll trade you for some uppers. These little babies will keep you awake!” She pulled some pills from her pocket. “Angel, you want some?”
“Mmmmnnnnah, I'm actually handlin' sobriety pretty well today! I haven't even drank since yesterday.”
“Fuck. Married life is making you lame!” Cherri looked at Husk. “But how about you, Kitty?”
Husk considered. “I'm probably fine…” he took another sip, but stopped to yawwwn. He finished with a blep, his little tongue hanging out.
“You're so eepy seepy,” Angel stamped his feet as he squealed.
“You're such a furry, Angel,” Cherri said, even though she was equally charmed. “But seriously, you look like you're about to konk out, old man.”
Husk sighed heavily. He looked at Angel Dust, and then at Cherri’s hands. “What is it?”
“A bunch of good shit!”
“I got morphine back at the hotel…take it if you want it…is this gonna fuck me up?” Husk reluctantly held out his paw, letting her drop several multicolored capsules into it.
“Oh, yes it is!” Cherri shouted excitedly.
Angel tried not to look concerned. “I mean, you think he can handle all that, Cher?”
Cherri waved her hand at him. “Pshaw, he's old enough to be my great grandpa. Right, Huskee, you can handle it.”
“You can seriously just call me Husk,” he told her firmly. “But if it'll keep me awake…” Husk swallowed them with a mouthful of his drink. “It's not like it'll kill me.”
“Sure, right,” Angel said, tossing his coffee cup into a trash bin. “Are you two fuckers ready to go out then? We'll wanna be somewhere loud when those kick in…Husker, you're probably gonna wanna dance.”
“Oh?” Husk hopped to his feet, catching himself from falling with his cane. “I'll definitely take up less space on the dance floor now–Baby, you don't have to look so sad every time I bring up my wings.”
Angel covered his mouth and looked away slightly. “I'm not.”
“Oh my God, Angie, you're becoming a tittering mom to this old dude. You sure you don't want a pick-me-up? Maybe a little coke??” Cherri checked her purse.
“Cherri, for fuck's sake, I'm not doin’ it no more, so stop askin’!” Angel grit his teeth.
“Sorry, sorry, fuck! I'm not used to you bein’ all responsible.” Cherri sucked her teeth and stood up. “Are you still drinking at all? Or are you completely boring now.”
Angel scoffed and reached out for Husk's empty cup, tossing it away for him before storming outside. “I think I need a drink to deal with this today.” He rubbed between his eyes.
Husk watched him stand outside of the coffee shop, ears back.
“What the fuck is his problem?!” Cherri directed herself at Husk.
“Coming down is hard,” Husk said simply, “he's been without for almost two weeks…it's a hard hump to get over.”
“Could you go give him a hard fucking hump so we can get on with our day?!”
“Sex won't solve withdrawals, sweetheart,” Husk felt a prickling in the back of his head. “Just give us a minute.” He walked himself outside, lightly touching one of Angel’s arms.
“Hey,” Husk said, voice soft and gentle.
Angel frowned before turning his hand, reaching to hold Husk’s. “...hey.”
“Do you want to ditch her?” Husk kissed his fingers.
Angel laughed a little before frowning again. “No…getting off this shit is hard, Whiskers.”
“I know.” Husk rubbed his cheek against the back of Angel’s hand. “We could go home.”
“Charlie will harass me into doin’ somethin’ today…I don't think so.” He squeezed Husk's hand. “Can we go to a club? I wanna see you dance like an idiot on drugs.”
“I get the feeling I'll be doing that anywhere we go,” Husk said, kissing up his arm.
Angel giggled and swatted him off. “Okay, okay, let's go.” He turned and waved at Cherri to come outside. “Stop fuckin' offering me drugs today, bitch.”
“Fiiiine,” Cherri hugged Angel’s arms on his other side. “I just wanna show you a good time, you know that!”
Angel sighed. “Yea. I know. But not today. Today I wanna remember my husband lookin’ stupid.”
“Then let's gooo!!” Cherri said, tugging them forward with her. “We're actually early enough to catch some of the fuckin' drink deals today!!”
In spite of the bright red daylight outside, the club was dark and only lit up with cool, flashing colors. The music was thumping out enough to make Husk's wing twitch each time. He couldn't make out the words, but it didn't matter!
Instead, it felt good. Husk's brain had started to itch, and the music was scratching in a satisfying beat. He heard Angel laugh, which made him feel warm. Cherri yelled something about his footwork.
Husk was pretty sure at some point he'd gotten his hands on a trumpet, and he jammed out to the music while the crowd howled in excitement. It reminded him of a time he was high out of his mind in a club in Chicago back in the early 40’s.
Husk was barely focused on what was coming out of his mouth. He knew he was sat between Cherri and Angel Dust. He couldn't keep his hands off of Angel’s legs. “You're gorgeous,” he said over and over.
“Enough about that! I wanna know about Chicago!!” Cherri demanded.
“Oh, fuck, I was 12 years into a dead marriage, and I was just craving something different and wild! I hadn't done magic in ages, and I completely crashed my own stage!!” Husk realized there was a drink in his hand, so he gulped it down. “I was so fuckin’ embarrassed, but when I was having a drink after, I got to playing. Some asshole handed me a saxophone, and I fucking love blowing horns.”
“I fuckin' bet you do!” Cherri squealed.
Angel was enraptured, hanging on every word.
“And this little twink comes up to me, he's in the tightest fucking outfit I've ever seen,” Husk was offered a cigarette, so he took it. “And he's hanging all over me, saying how much he loved jazz. He asked if I had jungle fever!” Husk laughed noisily.
Angel looked horrified, but it seemed more internal than anything else.
“Baby, you good?” Husk asked, but Angel leaned over and kissed his face.
“Tell your story, sugar.”
Husk took a long drag on his cigarette, trying to focus again. “It was my first time with a guy, and he knew what he was doing! He fingered himself in front of me and sucked my cock like a champion.” He tapped the ashes into a tray Cherri offered. “When it got down to it, I think I fucked him half the night! I can't believe how long I could throw this kid around.”
Angel fanned himself, looking pleased and embarrassed.
“And I thought, well shit, how did I waste so much time on just women!?” Husk found his hand rubbing up the inside of Angel’s thigh, so he squeezed. “Men are so fucking hot!”
“Yea, that's SO true!” Cherri took a shot.
“Didja ever get his name?” Angel asked, gripping Husk's wrist.
“I can't remember, I was so fucked up! And I had another engagement in Indianapolis the next day, so I had to dip before he was even awake.”
“But you left a queen of hearts on the dresser with a ‘thanks for the lay,’ note on it,” Angel provided.
“Yeah, I–” Husk's ears perked. “Did I already tell this story?” He crushed his cigarette into the ashtray.
“No!” Angel laughed nervously, holding his head. “No fuckin’ way, Husk!”
Husk stared at him in confusion, the drugs seeping into his brain. “Do you wanna dance, beautiful?”
Angel laughed harder, covering his face. He nodded dumbly and let Husk drag him onto the floor.
“Those two,” Cherri rolled her eye, grinning.
Husk was sure Angel was having fun, hearing him shout eagerly as they danced. He registered Cherri joining them again!
“I'm gonna go get us some fresh drinks!” Angel shouted. “Keep an eye on Husker!”
“We're fine!” Cherri yelled back, turning to grind on some massive wolf.
Husk was enjoying how the music made him sway…until he stepped forward onto concrete. He grabbed for the cane hanging on his arm, and it wasn't there. Lights flickered between green and yellow, the crowd disappearing and reappearing with each flash.
“Oh shit,” Husk stumbled back, grunting as he hit a mass.
“Watch it!” A nondescript voice shouted.
Husk stared straight ahead as he saw it. The music faded away, replaced with the sounds as it began to approach.
Zzt…Zzt…Zzt…
He could see it closer than ever. Its face zipped up and down as it walked, revealing a large red orb hidden in inky blackness. Husk turned and bolted, abandoning his cane on the dance floor as he left on all fours.
Angel Dust laughed and shimmied his way across the dance floor. He saw Cherri’s hair and made his way over. “Got you a cocktail, toots!” He looked around, frowning in confusion.
“Uh, Cherri?!”
“Yes, bitch?! Want me to pay you?!”
“No! Where’s Husk?!”
“Huh!?!” She stopped dancing to hold her ear towards him.
“Where is my Husband?!?!” Angel stepped back to find him, stumbling. “Oh, shit,” he bent down to grab his cane. Another demon grabbed his hips as he did, grinding into Angel’s ass. He turned and smashed his drink into his head, “do you fuckin’ mind?!"
“Jesus Fucking Christ!!” The demon shouted, holding his face as he sprayed blood over the spider.
Angel shoved him back and started searching at knee level, looking for a hint of Husk anywhere.
“Oh for fuck's sake, he's fine!” Cherri stepped over the writhing demon to chase after him. “You're worrying too much!”
“He hasn't done anything hard since he was alive over forty fuckin’ years ago, Cher!” Angel shoved through a group, seeing a flicker of red outside.
Husker fell back onto his ass, kicking into the floor as he tried to find his footing again. He grunted as he hit a wall, dizzy from how fast his heart was racing. He clutched his chest, sure he was going to have a heart attack like the one that killed him.
It leaned down, wrapping it's lanky fingers around Husk's ankles.
“There you are!” Angel said in relief. However, Husker looked worse for wear. He was having a full blown panic attack on the sidewalk, shoved against the wall of the club. “Way to go, Cherri,” he yelled at her before moving to kneel next to him. “Husker? Can ya hear me?”
Husk's ears twitched and he opened his mouth, only to scream as he was dragged by his leg into the road.
“Can he normally run on his back?!” Cherri was actually alarmed now.
“Uh, No!” Angel was tired of her attitude today! He grabbed for Husk’s hands and pulled him back–
Husk watched in utter terror as the Zippered man buried a hand into the tuft of his chest.
ZZZZZZZZZZZZTTT
“JESUS FUCK!” Cherri leapt back as there was a fountain of blood erupting from Husk’s chest.
Angel stared. Time slowed down…it was becoming easier to trust his hands to do what they needed. He shoved at the empty space above Husk, finding they collided with mass.
“Ah, ah, Angel?” Husk stared at the red sky above them. “It's raining?” Blood rained on his face in fat droplets, warm and comforting.
“Cherri, come make yourself useful, Fuck!” Angel demanded, directing her to hold his chest closed.
“Did he just fucking unzip his own body?!” Cherri was too high for this!
“Just hold it!!” Angel gripped at his own fur, letting out a grunt as he yanked out a long string. He bit it off with his teeth.
“Angel! What the fuck is going on?!” Cherri was definitely too high. “What the fuck are you gonna do with Yarn?!”
Angel ignored her and pressed it against Husk's chest, feeling stupid, but trusting his gut. Like a sewing machine, the string worked itself into Husk’s skin in a stitch.
“Oh, Fuck!” Husk yelled, closing his eyes tight.
Cherri sat back, letting out a breath. “Angie. Seriously.”
Angel clutched Husk into his lap, staring at the empty space in the road. For a brief moment, he'd seen it. “Fuckin' hell, Cherri.”
Cherri took a moment, pushing her bangs out of her face with a bloody hand. “...Sorry, Ang. I fucked up.”
Angel leaned down, pressing his face between Husk’s ears.
“Is it gone?” Husk asked, finally daring to look up again. “Did the rain stop?”
Angel breathed out shakily. “We're goin’ home.”
“Let me…let me call you a cab,” Cherri said. “It's the least I can do.”
“I fuckin’ got it,” Angel said sourly, pulling out his phone.