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Vox was pissed.
He knew it was hypocritical, beyond hypocritical really. He wasn’t delusional, he killed Val as much as Val had killed him. And truth be told, he preferred Hell to his time on Earth.
Well, his new appearance took some time to get used to, the vain part of him wincing at his reflection when gazing in the mirror. Vox didn’t mind though, the positives far out weighting the negatives in a place like this. It was a hedonist’s paradise, a lawless jungle where feeble minds could easily be manipulated by his newly manifested mind control powers. The irony was astounding, his past life as a CEO of a broadcasting company clearly reflected in his new form. Vox could only thank the lucky stars he had chosen that path in life on Earth, who knows what else he could’ve manifested as.
And he was powerful. Apparently more so than the majority of demons.
“You are an enemy to change, you fuck. How could you not see the potential of this?” Vox hissed, glaring at Alastor.
Alastor, smile forever frozen on his smug face, simply cocked his head to the side, the only sign of irritation evident in the twitch of his eye.
“Vox, my good fellow, this is no reason to fall out.”
“No reason?! You take me under your wing, feign an interest in my ideas and back out at the last second. How am I not supposed to be annoyed by that, you pompous shit.”
“I simply see no use for televisi-”
“I am television. I’m the future, you’re merely a relic of the past”
Alastor paused, eyes darkening at Vox’s words.
“You should be careful with your choice of words, my dear.” His voice was even, calm, but Vox could feel the atmosphere changing around them, the slow thrum of power emanating from the overlord. He snarled, throwing a middle finger up before turning to storm out of the door of Alastor’s home.
“Fine, I’ll find someone else to join me. You’ll regret the day you turned me down Alastor” Vox spat out, words laced in venom as he left without waiting for a reply back.
It was an excellent idea. He specialised in this, selling products to the public without them even realising they were being coerced into buying the latest technology. Vox had merely asked Alastor to join him in building a media empire, combining radio and television. His friend’s reaction to it had hurt him, broken his heart (which he didn’t even know he still had). They’d been friends for years, Alastor teaching him everything he knew about Hell and to be turned down like that was-
Fuck. He needed a drink. He needed to find another demon, someone whose product he could sell, who would elevate his business from a simple TV company into a multifaceted empire.
In times like these, Vox’s mind often drifted to Valentino. He hadn’t seen him since he first died, so filled with anger and pride that he lashed out, pushing Val away and leaving the street on which he had apparently landed on. He had run into Alastor only moments later, so dazed and confused he could barely comprehend where he was going, walking straight into the overlord. They had hit it off and the rest was history.
A pang of regret hit him, the emotion so human it filled him with disgust. Perhaps it was a mistake, throwing away such a long friendship over a simple disagreement. But it wasn’t simple, nor just a disagreement. Alastor had insulted everything he stood for, had no faith in Vox’s ability to prosper, refused to join him in what he felt was the whole purpose of his mind numbing life on Earth, the whole reason to teach him how to succeed as an overlord.
Vox had to have a drink. He kept walking until he happened upon a seedy gentleman’s club, the pink neon sign flashing in the darkness, illuminating the dark abyss around him. The bass was pounding, the front door shaking slightly at the sheer vibration of it. He paused, groaning internally. He needed a drink, but was he going to stoop to this?
A far away voice in the back of his head thought that Valentino would love a place like this, which Vox pushed away quickly. He made his decision, pushing through the door and looking around.
Gentleman’s club was a polite term for what Vox saw when he surveyed his surroundings. Girls everywhere, grinding against slick poles in front of pathetic imps. His eyes drifted to the curtained area in the back, mind racing at the possibilities of what was going on back there. There was a VIP corner, a crowd so big surrounding it that Vox couldn’t tell who or what was there.
“Want a dance, handsome?” A succubus had come up to him, tail twisting around Vox’s waist enticingly. She was pretty, sure, but, well, she was a she.
“No, thanks. Where’s the bar?” Vox couldn’t feign interest, bored expression evident on his face.
She pointed in the general direction of an extremely sticky and packed bar. He pushed his way through the crowd of people, ordering a bourbon and opting to sit at a booth in the corner instead of joining the depravity happening by the stage of the club. He rubbed the sides of his screen, a deep sigh escaping him as ideas flashed through his mind. What do people love, what more could he sell, what industry did he have to incorporate into his brand next?
As if an answer to his prayers, a familiar laugh broke through the noise of the club. Vox didn’t have to turn his head to know whose it was, but he did anyway, unable to stop himself.
Valentino, in all his glory. Maybe Vox was hallucinating, the deep pining he had pushed away for years resurfacing as an apparition of the only man he considered worthy of his full attention.
But no, it was him. Leaning against the backrest of a large sofa, legs spread, head thrown back in laughter. Demons surrounding him from every angle, some dancing, some sitting on his lap, some passing what looked like resumes to him. A flash of feral jealousy went through Vox as he watched a particularly attractive incubus lean over and press a wet kiss to the moth’s fluffy exposed chest.
He couldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be here. He tried to tear his eyes away but as soon as he was about to turn away, two eyes suddenly focused on him. Vox could see the storm of emotions going through Val, happiness, lust, betrayal and finally ferocious anger. He seemed to settle on that, throwing everyone off him and storming over to Vox.
“You’re barred cabron. I don’t know how you have the fucking cheek to show up here, in my place of busine-”
“I didn’t know this was your club Val. How could I have known?” Vox tried staying calm, leaning back in his seat with a cold smirk on his face. “In case you weren’t made aware, I don’t have cameras following your every movement.”
Valentino laughed, but his face fell far too quickly for it to have been real.
“I bet you wish you could. I see your shitty adverts everywhere” Val spat, crossing his arm against his chest.
“You killed me Val. I think that warrants some anger on my part”
“You killed me as well, Voxxy. In case you fucking forgot, the knife didn’t end up in my stomach by itself.” Val paused, genuine hurt on his face before it was replaced by anger again. “And I didn’t hold it against you for 10 years.”
“I’m sorry Val I-”
“How’s your boyfriend? Fucking him to leverage yourself I bet.”
Vox laughed without thinking, the idea that Alastor was his boyfriend so ridiculous it made him double over in laughter, drink spilling on the dirty table. Valentino looked less amused, face stormy as he loomed over Vox.
“He wasn’t my boyfriend you imbecile. He was my friend.”
“Was?”
Vox looked away, taking a sip of his drink before answering.
“Was.”
That at least seemed to cheer Valentino up slightly, the deep frown on his face waning.
Vox stood up, hand coming to rest on Valentino’s hip to play with the hem of his ridiculously short shorts and fishnets lining his mile long legs.
“Come on gorgeous.” Vox leaned in “Let me make it up to you. Actions, not words, right?”
Val glared but leaned into Vox’s touch.
“This doesn’t mean I forgive you.”
“I know.”
“You’re just the only person who’s my-”
“Equal” They both said in unison.
“I think it was fate that you killed me, Valentino.” Vox whispered, eyes locked in Val’s as he moved his hand to rest on the other’s ass. They stayed there for a moment, time pausing around them.
When they finally pulled away from each other, Vox noticed the influx of curious bystanders staring at them. Val noticed the uncomfortable look on Vox’s face and ushered him to a hidden door at the back of the club, leading him up a narrow staircase into what seemed to be the moth demon’s apartment. It was small, cramped, nothing like Vox would’ve expected. Val screamed luxury as much as he screamed cheap pimp, he expected a garishly decorated penthouse, leopard print covering every surface. Instead, he was in a modest studio, hints of Valentino peaking through some of the decor choices.
“What a humble home you have Val” He grinned, spinning around to face his companion.
“Well, I’m saving up for a studio. I can’t waste money on furniture amorcito.”
“Studio?” Vox paused, curious expression on his face.
“I’m thinking of shooting porn, alongside running my club of course. I know it wasn’t really a huge thing back when we were alive, but I’ve been checking in with the human world and they’re obsessed with it. It’s an untapped market, thousands of sinners are coming to Hell each day and imagine the-”
“The money.” Vox’s mind was racing, eyes wild as he stalked towards Val. This is why fate had made Alastor reject his proposal. Fuck radio. Who the fuck cared about radio apart from the old fucks who have been down here for decades. Porn. Porn was the necessary investment.
He didn’t want to scare Val away, push a proposal on him too fast and ruin the entire idea before it had even started. So he did the next most logical thing, instead choosing to grip the lapels of Valentino’s tacky coat and pull him close.
“I missed you baby” Vox breathed in his ear, long claws caressing Val’s waist.
Val’s breathing hitched, his cocky facade slowly falling as he focused his huge red eyes on the TV demon.
“You didn’t come to see me once”
“I thought about you every day”
“Liar”
“I wouldn’t lie about this”
The two demons sat in silence for a moment, staring at each other. Vox was hit with a feeling of genuine care for the moth demon as he looked over his beautiful face, so different to the human he was entranced by but so similar at the same time. He realised this was probably the first time in his entire life, well afterlife, that he ever felt…well he didn’t know what it was, but he knew it was unknown.
“I think you’re supposed to be in my life Valentino” The lust was gone, replaced by a sincere whisper escaping Vox’s lips, the silence deafening.
Val scoffed, pulling out one of his cigarettes. Vox watched as he searched briefly around for a lighter, so he leaned forward and produced a spark to light it for him. It didn’t escape his attention the way the moth demon subconsciously moved towards the light, nor the genuine impressed look in his eye as he took a drag of his fag.
“Neat trick”
“Thank you”
Valentino sighed, leaning against a cheap looking table.
“You’re a fucking cunt Vox. You also killed me, it wasn’t a fucking one way street. And you, you left me alone in this place, after, well I don’t know, I also thought we had a, how you say”
“Spark?” Vox smirked at his own pun, delighted at the small tug at the corner of Valentino’s mouth.
“Mhm papi, spark, exactly”
“I don’t apologise. What happened happened. But let me at least make it up to you Val”
The TV demon leaned in again, arms trapping Val on the table he was leaning on. He put his face up against his ear, arm coming to caress the top of his thigh.
“You were the best fuck of my life” He breathed out, hand moving up to rest on the growing bulge between the moth’s legs.
"You were ok"
Vox laughed, grip tightening in an almost painful way.
"That's why you were screaming like a whore whilst I fucked you? Because I was ok?"
"I'm a performer Voxxy"
Vox had had enough of this game, deciding to instead flip Valentino over and press his hard dick into the other's ass. He quickly tore through the cheap shorts Val was wearing and wasn't the least surprised to find he didn't have underwear on.
"Slut" He growled out, pawing at Val's ass to find he had clearly already prepared for sex. "You're still a fucking slut after death I see"
Before Val had a chance to bite back, Vox pushed himself inside with a groan, grip on the table faltering. Valentino let out a wanton moan, leg's spreading wider for easier access.
"I think I missed this most" Vox groaned out, hips beginning to snap in a brutal pace as he favoured the litany of breathy moans escaping the demon's lips. "Your tight ass"
"Shut the fuck up and fuck me properly"
Vox didn't need to be told twice. He fucked Val with everything he had in him, putting his entire body weight on the tall creature in front of him, teeth biting into the back of his neck. The tight heat squeezing around him was almost too much to bare, but he couldn't embarrass himself by finishing too early, this was an apology fuck after all, and the future of his company rested upon his ability to fuck Valentino senseless.
Maybe he should bring it up now?
"Fuck baby you're so perfect" Vox breathed out, pushing himself impossibly deep into Val. "I understand why you're the expert when it comes to being a whore"
Val arched his back, both demons gasping in unison at the angle.
"W-What can I say"
"I've actually been thinking of expanding" Vox leaned in close again, claws digging into the moth demon's hips as he slowed down his thrusts. "Sex sells"
"And with you as the head of the porn sector...we would be gods Val. Filthy rich gods. You'd get your own studio. I'd get to fuck you 24/7. Non stop. There's virtually no downsides" He purred, hand moving to caress Val's dick as he continued to fuck him.
"I'd get a studio?" Val turned his head as much as he could to look at Vox, a fucked out glazed look in his eyes.
"Of course baby. You'd just have to sign this little contract..." In the blink of an eye, Vox manifested a contract, sliding it next to Val's face, hips never faltering in pace. "I won't take your soul, we're equals. But you'll be mine in every sense of the word" He growled, punctuating his point with a hard jerk of his hips.
"Voxxy, maybe I should read this when we're do-"
"But why? Don't you want to do this everyday baby? Be rich as fuck, have sex with whoever you want, a million people screaming your name?"
Val was close, Vox could feel it.
"Yes, fine, ok, now please, for the love of Satan, make me cum" Val's desperate moans filled the tiny studio, arms desperately pushing Vox deeper.
"We have a deal?"
"Yes"
"Perfect. Good boy. Now let daddy take care of you"
Vox watched as the contract briefly shone for a moment before disappearing. He immediately fucked into Val with abandon, until he felt the familiar warmth rising.
"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck Val" He moaned out incoherently, before spilling inside the demon underneath him. Val followed soon after, his own set of curses escaping his mouth.
They stood there, breathing heavily, Vox still draped over Val. Once the post-sex haze had lifted, his mind started racing with ideas. This was it. This was going to give him the power and leverage he needed. Of course, it helped that he was doing it with Val, but fuck.
The power.
All of Hell was going to know the name Vox.