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Vox wasn't entirely sure what went wrong in his life for him to end up like this.
He had what could be considered a perfect life. Perfect house, perfect wife, perfect family, perfect car. CEO of one of America's largest broadcasting companies. Handsome as can be, with his tall imposing figure cutting a broad silhouette in his Armani suits, his blue eyes piercing and cold. Black hair never out of place, styled immaculately to match his image, his perfect fucking image.
So perhaps he did know what went wrong. He was bored out of his fucking mind.
Vox still remembered his first fondly. The boy must've been around 19, golden hair curling around Vox's fist as he fucked his face in the back of his Audi. His perfect pink lips stretched over his thick cock, head bobbing up and down obediently. Vox had waited until the boy pulled off for air and his chocolate eyes opened to look at him, darkened with lust but still shining with innocence, at which point he pulled the blade from under the car seat and stabbed it into his tanned, freckled neck.
He relished the look in the boy's eyes, the absolute terror and betrayal. Vox had twisted the blade in further, leaning in to place a chaste kiss to the dying lips of the soon to be missing hitchhiker.
From that point onwards it had become somewhat of a hobby, a stress relieving treat he rewarded himself with when his bitch of a wife wound him up or the incompetence of his inferiors became too much. Vox was careful, not engaging in his activities too often and never too close to his home. The men he killed were never particularly memorable, Vox could only recall them by any specific features they had which had stood out to him. They were nobodies, idiots who had decided to hitchhike near dark empty stretches of road surrounded by a lush canopy of impenetrable forest. They were desperate sluts who fell for his charming demeanour and handsome looks, longing to escape this, that or the other and deciding that the only way they could ever possibly repay their gorgeous saviour was to bend over and let him fuck them in the back of his expensive car.
Vox sometimes pondered whether they truly had hoped it would've been the start of a whirlwind romance. A sweet story to tell their families over Christmas dinner, the tale of a handsome stranger rescuing them from a dark and deserted road leading to the greatest love of their lives. He could get drunk off of the hope in their eyes as he started to flirt, his hand straying from the steering wheel to caress their knee gently. The immediate tent in their trousers as he coyly dragged his hand up to rest on their inner thigh.
He figured it didn't really matter. They all ended up dead and buried in the forest, their faces screwed up in a perpetual mask of terror and sadness.
Vox was pulled out of his thoughts by a shy knock on his office door.
"Come in."
Gemma, his halfwit secretary who had clearly read too many books about having an affair with her boss, made an embarrassing display of attempting to sashay over to his desk, her painted red nails clutching a newspaper in her hand as she placed it gently on his desk.
"Your newspaper, Sir." She simpered, leaning forward slightly to give Vox a clear view of her breasts. "Are you sure there isn't anything else I can do for you?"
"No, that will be all." Vox raised his eyebrow and looked pointedly at the door. "I'll call you over if I need anything else. Make sure no one else disturbs me until my meeting at 10"
Gemma swallowed back her disappointed look and turned to leave, before pausing at the door.
"It's quite an interesting read today Sir. The police think there could be a serial killer in the city, it's all over the news right now."
Vox's blood ran cold, and it took all the effort he had to not let his polite smile drop.
"Oh, really? How morbid." He ground out, teeth clenched as his gaze slid down to the newspaper perched on the edge of his desk. He waved Gemma out and as soon as the door swung shut, he grabbed the paper and scanned over it quickly.
Is This The Work Of A Serial Killer? - Police Voice Concerns Over Bodies Found
Over the past few weeks, several cars have been found with their drivers still inside, no longer alive. At first written off as solitary incidents, a recent conference with Chief of Police David Anderson have raised concern this could be the work of a serial killer, targeting cars driving at night. Police urge citizens to be vigilant and not stop when driving through isolated areas. More on Page 2.
Vox's eyes narrowed as he read through the newspaper. Another murderer? At least those morons hadn't caught wind of any of his activities. Although it did beg the question, was this killer simply stupid leaving the bodies lying around or did they want to be caught? Perhaps they loved the attention, the fame that came with a high body count.
Vox pulled out a cigarette from his desk and lit it quickly, noticing briefly how his hand trembled as he lifted it to his lips. There was something about this killer, the perfect mirror to his own actions which excited Vox, made him feel alive for the first time in his 34 years of life. He decided there and then that he simply had to kill tonight, butterflies filling his stomach as his eyes locked onto the newspaper again.
The day passed at an agonising pace. Vox found his gaze drifting to the clock more than he'd care to admit. His wife had called earlier, apparently distraught at the fact Vox couldn't be home for dinner tonight. The marriage was one of convenience, his father would've never given the company to Vox if he knew he was gay. Therefore, Vox couldn't pretend to muster up any sympathy for his sniffling wife and instead asked Gemma to take a message and arrange for some flowers to be sent to their home as an 'apology' for working late.
Finally, as the sky turned from a burnt amber to a cooling medley of lavender and indigo, and the moon was beginning to rise over the tall buildings facing his office, Vox decided it was time.
The drive was a welcome peace to Vox's excited mind, the winding roads leading him out of the city to the quiet country roads, lined by miles of towering dark trees. Vox had tried listening to the radio but quickly grew annoyed by the crackly voice of the host, instead opting for silence to soothe his racing heartbeat. Trees passed by him quickly as he drove further and further into the wilderness, the only light to be seen for miles being his headlights. He bent down slightly and felt for the knife under his seat, feeling immediately reassured when he felt the cold blade pre-
Fuck.
Vox had never seen a man so beautiful. He was smoking a slim cigarette in one hand and lazily holding out his thumb in the other. Although still too far away to see clearly, the man was tall, his long caramel legs going on for miles and Vox could already picture them wrapped around his waist as he fucks into him. He immediately slowed down and pulled down his window without another thought. This man was perfect. This man would be the best kill of his life.
"Need a lift somewhere gorgeous?" Vox called out, leaning forward subconsciously to get nearer to the beautiful creature in front of him.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
He was even more beautiful up close. His eyes were a beautiful shade of deep brown, almost bordering on red when they caught the light of the car's lamp. Dark brown curls cascaded down to his sharp jawline and when he smiled, Vox noticed a golden tooth glinting in the dark abyss of his mouth.
The stranger leaned in, placing both of his strong forearms on the passenger window. The action made his already too tight shirt ride up and expose a slither of hard abs and Vox knew he was utterly fucked in that exact moment, his cock starting to harden as he stared at the man in front of him.
"Well, papi, I was going to ask if I could get a ride in your car, but I've suddenly seen something I'd prefer to ride instead." The stranger purred, lowering his gaze to Vox's lap "And it seems someone had the same idea."
Vox smirked, leaning over to open the door for him.
"Well, you better get in then."
"Gladly"
An intoxicating perfume filled the car as soon as the man sat down, causing Vox's dick to jump and rub painfully against his suit trousers. He didn't immediately drive, instead turning to face his passenger.
"Vox" He said, stretching out his hand for the other to shake. He was met with a firm but soft grip, the hitchhikers hand fitting perfectly in his own.
"Vox?" The man raised his eyebrows, amusement dancing on his lips "What sort of a name is Vox?"
Vox furrowed his brows in annoyance, retracting his hand from the handshake which had lasted too long anyway.
"My father loved Latin, sue me"
"Ahh, well I apologise profusely guapo, it's hard to think clearly when I have such a delectable man as a driver" He cocked his head to the side, sly smile spreading across his face. "I'm Valentino, but call me Val"
Valentino. Vox had never met someone who fit their name quite as well as Val.
He was suddenly acutely aware that he had been staring, and he felt his cheeks warm up with an embarrassing blush. Vox cleared his throat, turning away from Val to pull out a cigarette. He needed to take control of the situation.
"Well...Val...I was wondering if you were in a hurry" Vox's voice was husky as he leaned forward to start drawing circles on Val's exposed knee. He leaned in further, brushing his lips against his ear. "Maybe we should have some fun first"
Valentino's smile was sharklike as Vox pulled away, his pearly teeth shining in the dark night. He leaned forward and grabbed Vox's cigarette, wrapping his soft lips around it and staring Vox down, before taking a long drag. Vox couldn't take his eyes away, watching Val's lips smoke at his cigarette.
"Well" The words broke Vox out of his trance and he met Val's dark gaze "I thought you'd never ask amorcito"
No sooner than the words had left Val's mouth, he pounced on Vox and straddled his lap. Vox groaned at the feeling of Val's hardness on his, the friction delicious and painful at the same time. His hands reached up to Val's waist and he pulled the tall man towards him, their lips finally connecting. It felt like nothing Vox had ever experienced before. It was feral, the sound of teeth clashing echoing through the car. He only registered that Val had bit him when he tasted the iron pooling in his mouth, his hand reaching up to grab Val by the neck and disconnect the kiss. He held him there, panting hard above him as his hips rocked into his. Vox squeezed down harder on Valentino's throat, groaning when Val moaned wantonly and leaned his head back to give Vox better grip.
"Do you like this you fucking whore?" Vox hissed "Don't fucking bite me again"
"Why Voxxy, you don't want your wife to find out you're about to have the best sex of your life?" Val choked out, half lidded eyes dark with pleasure as he held his gaze.
Vox's grip on his throat faltered slightly, but he regained his composure quickly.
"I don't care about that bitch" He pressed his finger to his bleeding lip and offered it to Val, who quickly began sucking it clean. Vox's eyes traced the movement like he was hypnotised. "I just don't want people to begin thinking I'm a slut like you"
Val pulled off the digit with a pop and grinned up at him.
"You're the one who's about to cum in his pants before I've even touched you properly papi" With that, he crawled over the centre console and sat on the backseat, legs spread invitingly.
Vox didn't waste any time, opening the car door and moving to the back to join Val. Their lips immediately met each other, hands tearing at each other's clothes.
"Careful, it's Armani" Vox whispered teasingly, unbuckling his belt and pulling his trousers down. Val scoffed, grabbing Vox's tie and throwing it on the floor.
He pulled his boxer's down and Vox felt a twinge of pride at the appreciation in Val's eyes. His dick was immediately enveloped by the man's velvety mouth, a groan quickly escaping his lips. Val swallowed his cock down with ease, the tip hitting his throat sooner than Vox expected. His hips bucked and he tangled his strong hand in Val's soft curls as Val twisted his tongue against Vox's tip, humming in appreciation at the sounds escaping Vox's lips.
"Fuck- Val, Oh my- Fuck" He started fucking Val's face with earnest, head rolling back with his eyes shut. Val pulled off for air, infuriating smirk still plastered on his face.
"Enjoying yourself Voxxy?"
Vox growled, hand reaching round to grab the lube in the side compartment as he flipped Val over onto his stomach and pulled down his shorts and underwear in one.
"I bet...I bet you're such a fucking whore Val" He planted a sloppy kiss to the back of Valentino's neck, quickly coating his dick with the lube and pressing it against Val's tight entrance. "You've prepared for this already and I don't need to waste my precious time fingering you open. I guarantee you knew who ever picked you up couldn't resist fucking your ass" Vox spanked Val, the sound ringing through the car and causing a moan to fall out of Val's lips.
Vox didn't bother waiting for a reply, instead pushing into the tight heat. Valentino felt delicious, a feeling of immense rightness washing over him. He kept thrusting forward, ignoring the desperate moans coming from below him.
"For fuck's sake, fuck me!" Val screeched, hands reaching behind him to pull Vox closer.
He didn't need any further encouragement, immediately setting a brutal pace which shook the whole car. Vox pressed his front against Val's back and reached below him to grasp his leaking cock, eliciting more moans from the man below him. He started moving his hand up and down, matching his thrusts to his strokes.
"Vox- please, please cum inside me, I'm so close" Val begged below him, his own hips bucking into the seat below him.
Vox was suddenly aware this would be last time he'd ever feel Val's heat around him. His gaze drifted to the knife under the seat, hidden from sight but within reach. He felt his mouth water, as if the only reason he was put on this earth was to fuck and subsequently kill Val. He sped up his thrusts, hand gripping Valentino's hair for grip as he pounded him into the car seat.
"Val- I'm"
"Me too-"
They came in unison, both moaning against each other as they fought to catch their breaths. Val turned over and shot Vox a lazy smile.
"I'm surprised Voxxy, I thought you'd be an uptight prude"
Vox spluttered, glaring down at the petulant man.
"You think I don't fuck?!"
Val smirked, leaning over to place a peck on Vox's cheek.
"Well, you're not doing yourself any favours with that obnoxious sui-"
"I'm a businessman! Sorry I can't fucking walk around in slutty shorts like some of us"
Val giggled, clearly amused by Vox's outburst.
"I need a cigarette. Come join me when you've cleaned yourself up amorcito"
Vox nodded, watching the man as he stepped out of the car to walk over to the edge of the woods and light a cigarette. He didn't bother cleaning up, instead pulling up his crumpled trousers and leaning down to grab the knife under the seat. He tucked it into his waistband and exited the car, slowly walking over to Val.
He had never met anyone like Val, someone who's not a pathetic mess just trying to please him. Vox had the sinking feeling that Val held all of the control from the second they had met, any illusion that Vox was in charge was simply because Valentino permitted it. There was a flash of hesitation as he came closer, but the bloodlust pushed him forward, grinning softly as Val turned around.
"What's got you so excited papi" Val prowled towards him, pushing the cigarette into Vox's mouth. Vox inhaled and pressed his lips against Val's neck.
"You" He breathed out, dizzy with nerves. He gazed up at Val and before he could open his mouth to speak, he grabbed the knife out of his pocked and twisted it into Val's stomach. Val stepped back, hands grasping around the knife as he teetered backwards, blood flowing over his caramel skin. Vox went to pull out the knife to stab Valentino again, but-
Val was smiling
A bone chilling, cold smile was spreading over Val's face, before he burst into a fit of laughter.
"I fucking knew it! I knew it was you." Val laughed manically, falling to his knees in front of Vox.
Head heavy, he bent down to look into Val's eyes, brow furrowed in confusion and irritation.
"What the fuck are you going on about." Vox's head was pounding, something was wrong.
Val simply continued laughing, breath coming out in short pants as he clutched the wound on his stomach with a white knuckled grip. His face was pale, angelic face screwed up in sick pleasure.
"I own a club guapo, down the road from here. You know how strippers are, gossip...Fuck, you really fucking know how to use that knife papi." Val winced, gritting his teeth before turning to fix Vox with a cool smile, features no longer looking as ecstatic as the reality of the situation sunk in. "There was talk of some handsome man picking up hitchhikers, just for them to end up missing. I thought it was bullshit, but thought I'd shoot my shot anyway"
Vox's vision was hazy and he had a hard time following Valentino's words.
"And well anyway, I had hoped I'd get you first. If you turned out real of course." At this, his eyes ran down Vox's form in appreciation, despite the huge puddle of blood pooling beneath him.
"Get...get me first?" Vox knew he sounded like an idiot, but there was something tightening around his throat.
Valentino rolled his eyes, looking pointedly at the pack of cigarettes which had fallen out of his pocket and now lay, crumpled on the forest floor.
For fuck's sake. For fucking shit's sake.
"You're the serial killer in the news" Vox gasped out, pushing back the mild delight in the uniqueness of murder weapon, instead opting for his best glare. "What's...what are they laced with?"
"Arsenic" The man was back to grinning, smile pushing the pained expression off his face. "You have to admit I'm incredible, who doesn't love a cigarette after sex?"
His brown eyes started drooping, grip on the knife loosening as he softly fell to the ground.
"If it's any consolation, I'm glad it was you who caught me amorcito" Val leaned in closer to reach Vox, long elegant fingers gently caressing his sharp jawline.
"Val I-"
"I'll see you in the next life, Voxxy"
Vox watched Valentino's eyes close for a final time, a whisper of a moan escaping his perfect lips. He reminded him of a cherub, dark curls framing his angular face, a hint of a smile gracing his beautiful face.
He supposed this is where his life will flash before his eyes, the tightening around his throat almost unbearable as he clawed to get the collar of his ridiculous shirt open. The moon shone brightly above him, illuminating his and Valentino's bodies, curled around each other like the Two Maidens of Pompeii. If anything, as irate as he was, this was the excitement he was chasing his whole life, boredom the furthest thing from his mind.
Vox's eyes fluttered shut, last gasping breath echoing around the empty forest. Before he went, a feverish thought flew through his dying mind, that perhaps this wasn't the end, but merely the beginning.
"Vox"
"Voxxy?"
"Fucking get up!"
A strong pair of arms shook Vox awake, his eyes shooting open to meet a pair of red ones looking back excitedly at him. It wasn't human, it couldn't be, but Vox immediately recognised the wide grin stretching across the demon's face, gold tooth shining in the crimson light encasing them.
"Welcome to our new life, baby."