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Angel just got done with filming a scene and was slightly surprised to see Val approaching him since this was supposed to be the last shoot of the day.
“Baby, I had an interesting idea~!”
“Huh? What—?”
“Well, Vel has been working on a new product and I got my hands on a little sample.” He took the small vial out of his pocket, the reddish liquid glistening under the studio lights.
“You wanna try it on me?” Angel tilted his head, even though that proved to be a rather pointless question.
“Yeah, come on.” Val grabbed his arm, dragging him towards his own bedroom.
“What's the drug do anyway?” He questioned as he was being dragged along.
“You'll see, I think you're gonna like it~!”
Once they were inside, Val poured them both a drink before tilting the vial towards one of the glasses till its contents landed in the drink. Angel had some reservations about consuming it since who knows what the fuck it's gonna do. At the same time, he already had a long day. And for maybe once in his life, Val was actually being honest and he'd actually like what the effects would end up being.
They clinked their glasses, downing their drinks in one go. There wasn't any kind of difference that Angel felt at the moment. That is, until Val reached out and struck him forcefully without another thought. Only it didn't hurt, no. It felt…great?
So he let out a small moan, the muscles in his body tensing.
“How was that, baby?” Val questioned, his tone smug in that familiar way of his.
“Uh…good. That what the drug does?”
“Yeah. You see,” He trailed off, walking over to a box in the corner of his room. “There's something I had in mind, something I wanted to try…But it would hurt a lot, I was waiting for when you'd misbehave so that I could punish you with it. Except…” He lifted a sharp hunting knife with a solid wooden handle out of the box, running his fingers over the blade “You've been so good for me. So instead of a punishment, you're getting it as a reward.”
“My reward is that you're gonna cut me—?!” Angel stood up, suddenly feeling doubtful about the whole situation. No amount of ‘you’ll like it’ will cut it when it comes to something like that.
“Yeah! Look,” Val pushed him back onto the bed with almost unnecessary force, standing over him with a smirk. “I could have just cut you up without giving you the drug. Less whining, more knife—!”
“Cut me up?!”
“I said less whining!” The knife was now pressed up against Angel’s throat.
Despite still having his doubts, Angel watched as Val pulled his robe apart before positioning the knife against his stomach.
“Get ready to play Operation, baby!”
Without another word, an incision was made. Though it wasn't particularly deep, it caused a strong burst of pleasure to strike Angel. Val seemed pleased with himself, even though he'd be a liar if he said he didn't like seeing the man under him screaming in pain. Still, his screams of pleasure were pretty good too. So he pushed the knife just that little bit deeper, through flesh and muscle, until noticing that the blade seemingly found a more…well, open area.
Val retracted the knife, instead pushing some of his fingers in its place. Sure enough, it seems like he got to the guts. Meanwhile, Angel was starting to get slightly louder. He hadn't really had experiences with anything being in him like THAT, but fuck, did it feel amazing. His hips jerked upwards for a moment, only to be roughly pushed down by Val. Somehow that made it even better.
The knife found its way back into the cut, now to make the gap larger. Val was seemingly planning something.
A moment later, he dropped the knife, which let out a clank against the floor. Then he reached down, unzipping his fly and taking his dick out. At the sight of it, Angel began desperately spreading his legs, cause he was sure he'd feel amazing being fucked while that cut was still gaping in his abdomen.
How foolish that was.
Val got on top of him, positioning his dick right over the stab wound. Angel realized at that moment what was coming and tried to let out a protest of some kind, but before he could, Val slammed into the gash.
The girth of it was causing the cut to split more, which made him let out a scream of pure pleasure. It's disgusting that someone would do this to him and— oh, who is he kidding? It feels so good. Like some kind of special designer drug, except all the euphoria is sexual.
“Mm…yes daddy…”
“Hm? What did you say~?” Val pulled back slightly, staring down at Angel and watching as he was trying so hard to get those dilated little pupils of his to focus.
“Harder!”
“Really? You like my dick this much?” He replied with an air of smugness, not starting to move just yet. Only to be annoying, of course, holding himself firmly at the entrance of the gash but not putting it back in.
“Mmnnn…yeah, I do…please…” He could feel Angel's cock twitching against his leg, his hips trying their hardest to cant upwards.
So he slammed back in, a bit deeper this time. The fleshy feeling around his dick was absolutely amazing, the way that all the innards moved around it was nothing like he had experienced before. Val reached a hand down to grab Angel's face, forcing eye contact (or at least something similar, since his eyes were rolling back already.)
“Are you really this much of a slut? Taking it in your stomach?”
Angel took a long moment to reply, letting out an uncertain ‘dunno’ which quickly turned into another moan as Val slapped him.
“I'm gonna make you cum without ever touching that needy little dick of yours. And what are you gonna do?”
“D— ngh…dunno.”
“You're gonna thank me, understood?”
“Yes, yes…” The sound of yet another slap echoed in the room as Angel let out a few shaky gasps for air. “Thank you…”
While still holding his face with one hand, Val used one of his lower arms to grab Angel's hips, which allowed him to ram himself into the wound more consistently. Unfortunately, that also resulted in it opening up more and more which took away from the tightness of it. What a fucking shame.
Still, the idea that Angel was under him, pretty much begging for Val to fuck his stomach like there's no tomorrow was enough to get him close. And of course, the added texture from the guts but that goes without saying.
“Are you ready, baby?”
“Huh— right now…right now?!”
“Yeah, right now. What, scared?” All the movement had Val just slightly out of breath but he had no intention of slowing down. Despite some kind of half-hearted protest or whatever the fuck Angel was saying at the moment…Who even cares what that whore is talking about?
With that said, Val thrusted his hips forward as far as they could go. The friction was perfect at that angle, and he finished almost instantly while letting out the most obscene moan to be coming from him in months. He pulled his now softening cock out, looking at the cum coating the tip and the blood smeared on its length, only to realize – Angel hadn't actually come.
That pissed him off.
“Why didn't you cum?” His tone was accusatory.
“I—uh! Sorry! It's just…well, sorry…” Seems like he's not getting a better answer right now, but Angel did seem pretty apologetic so he'll let it slide just this once. His biggest problem with the situation was that he promised to make him cum and if he takes one thing seriously, it's sex. Or…whatever this is.
He picked the knife up from off the ground, shoving it back to the incision and making a long, horizontal cut. One vertical cut in the middle would have looked better but he stuck the knife into the left side of Angel's abdomen, so… it is what it is. Plus, it's kinky, not surgery.
The blade grazed a few of his intestines, but nothing serious — it'd take a bit more to harm those, wouldn't it? Anyway, he made the aforementioned incision in the middle, leaving a cross-like shape on the smooth surface. Some blood was seeping out, beginning to stain Angel's fur around the wound.
For a moment, Val contemplated his next step before pushing his hands into the cut and beginning to open it up.
Now, obviously, this whole thing would have been extremely painful if it weren't for the drug. That is to say, Angel felt fantastic, pressing his thighs together to alleviate this suffocating level of arousal. It was practically like his cock took over, not letting him focus on anything for even a moment aside from needing more. Val could chop him up even worse and he'd thank him for.
Once the gash on his stomach was fully open, Val was faced with a beautiful array of guts, ribs and some other organs sitting beneath. But it was the intestines really that caught his eye. So he reached inside, grabbing a handful and pulling it out with a sense of almost wonder.
“Look at that.” Angel couldn't even see straight anymore, tears running down his face as he stared at the bundle of guts in Val's hand, listening to him continue talking. “Look at how beautiful you are.”
Despite the amount of pleasure becoming almost unbearable (which was somehow still not getting him closer to his climax), a small smile found its way onto Angel's face. The way they hung off of Val's open palms had a gorgeous look to it, almost as if they were sparkling under the ceiling lamp. It made the wait even more painful, causing him to hesitantly reach a hand down towards his own cock, set on making himself finish.
“Mm…Mhm…so beautiful.”
But of course, Val didn't like that. So he grabbed both of Angel's lower hands, pulling him forward just a tiny bit so that he could tie them behind his back. And here's the kicker, he used those gorgeous guts to tie his hands together.
“Who said you could touch yourself? You're mine, remember? You have to cum when I tell you, but that also means you can't unless I say so.”
“Mm…but I'm so— so horny. Please…”
“If you don't start behaving, I'll stop hurting you. So don't be a bitch.”
That quickly made Angel change his tune, nodding solemnly.
“Yes daddy, okay, I ge— get it!” His words were accentuated by another disciplinary slap and he wouldn't have it any other way.
By now, Val halfway was tempted to edge him for as long as he could. He also started vaguely remembering what Velvette was telling him, including how the recipient could only be made to come through traditional means and — oh shit. Whatever, rules are made to be broken and he'll show he can hurt Angel badly enough to fuck his mind with an orgasm. Hey, brainfucking could work too! Not really his style, though.
For a while, Val stared appreciatively at the guts, especially the particular tract used to tie Angel's hand together. He made a couple small incisions into his thighs, staring at his face and watching with glee as each cut made him let out another moan, followed by a distressed little whine. Always a bit more but never enough.
His main goal at the moment was to cause his operation victim an orgasm WITHOUT touching him. After that, he can fuck his unconscious body all night if he wishes. He had some things in mind that would definitely put Angel out of commission.
So he grabbed the knife, having put it down on the bed a few minutes ago, and extended the cut upwards, now towards the chest area but not quite cutting into the fluff (Val really liked the fluff as it was.)
Underneath the skin, there were the ribs. And on the left side, under the ribs was the heart. That was where Val wanted to get next, saving the best part for the grand finale. With the end of his knife, he struck Angel's ribs, managing to crack them. But that's not enough, he needed them breaking. So he hit them over and over until they gave way one by one, tossing the broken bones out of the way and trying to stop Angel from rolling down the bed with all his wiggling and moaning. This eventually granted him access to the heart.
He looked back at Angel's face, he didn't even seem worried anymore — just a strange mix of hornier than ever and completely blissed out. He gave Val a little nod, accompanied by a smile.
“Nn…do it.” His voice had weakened significantly, but its shakiness was also indicative of how that peak might have been creeping up on him after all. As if his bones being treated like emergency glass wasn't hot enough, now he'd have his heart broken. Or maybe broken in.
“Goodnight, baby. I'll be waiting for when you wake back up.” Val's voice was now sickly sweet, his excitement for what he was about to do palpable.
“G'nn— G'night, daddy.” He babbled out, shutting his eyes.
Val couldn't help but smirk, just staring at Angel's still beating heart — not for long. With a swift chop of the knife, he cut the aorta and all other veins around the heart, splattering blood all over his face as well as the sheets.
Angel let out a final scream that was loud enough to shake the walls before passing out, essentially dying even though it was nothing but a temporary state. From the sticky, white substance finding its way onto Val's clothing, he couldn't help but feel smug. He made a bitch cum by cutting out his heart. Now THAT'S something not many demons can say about themselves!
There were so many other things he wanted to try. He'd already done all sorts of crazy shit to hurt Angel with over the years but the idea of him BEGGING for those methods was insanely sexy.
Maybe next time Val could fuck him with the knife.
Right now, though, he'd rather just enjoy the fruits of his labor. It was such a beautiful sight, after all. He carefully lifted Angel's heart out of his chest, turning it over in his hand. What a delicate little thing. So easy to just…break.
But of course, Val wanted him to pull himself together as quickly as possible, shoving his heart back into the opening and then beginning to put everything back where it belongs — as if he was packing away his toys.
First, the ribs were put back. After that, he shoved the intestines into Angel's stomach before finally closing up the skin to the best of his abilities. He'll be fine again in a few hours.
Until then, Val decided to wait, seeing as he had nothing better to do. Whether he'd propose round two or not was something he still had to decide on.