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Valentino had one rule in Hell.
He would never succumb to something as pathetic as love. The living world like to romanticize the concept of love, but those kinds of fantasies had no place in the world of sin and depravity. Valentino knew love for what it really was, a chemical. A chemical with which to get high on, get addicted to, and overdose on. It was just another drug mass fed to the public under the guise of emotion.
Valentino understood drugs, whether it be the opioids he experimented with in the 70s or the venom his moth form produced. He was a master at getting sinners hooked on substances and then using their dependency to manipulate them at will, it’s how he managed to garner so many soul contracts not long after manifesting in Hell. Valentino long came to the realization that to gain power in a realm like this he had to be held to a higher standard than the down-on-their-luck losers he employed.
So, to ensure he was always the one in control, Valentino had one rule.
Never become an addict.
***
Valentino enjoyed sex.
Sex was versatile in how it could be used. The pimp used sex in the same sense a painter wielded a paintbrush, creating vivid realities vastly different depending on how gentle or how harsh the strokes. Valentino was the artist and everyone else were his canvases, his to bring to the edge of pleasure or the brink of pain. His body was powerful, poisonous, and beautiful. A lethal combination that he used to his advantage, everything about him was perfectly designed to make becoming an Overlord as easy as the sinners he fucked to get there.
However, this mastery and control he achieved wasn’t entirely effortless. Every sinner had a learning curve to overcome when they appeared in Hell with a completely new and unfamiliar body. Valentino was no exception. There was no instruction manual on how to cope with suddenly possessing things like wings, extra arms, and a pussy. Valentino learned to adapt and survive doing what he does best, experimenting.
The first time it happened was a few weeks after he had died. He was getting drunk at club 666 when he was approached by a sinner that resembled a bear. The man had led him to a sex room in the back of the club, pushed him down on the bed and had his way with him. The sex hadn’t been anything to brag about, but Valentino had been properly drunk from the alcohol to still enjoy himself. He couldn’t be entirely sure though because his memories of that night ended there.
Valentino would then wake five days later naked in a dumpster outside the club. Try as he might he never could recall what had happened, at best he figured his drinks must have been tampered with, however one good thing came out of that incident: his one rule.
The next time it happened was nearly a month later, he was working as a dancer at a strip club. A Baphomet had paid a hefty price to get a few hours alone to dominate him in a BDSM scene. The idea was comical considering their vastly different body sizes, but the moth demon was starting at the bottom of the food chain back then and he needed the money.
Valentino hadn’t been under the influence this time so he could feel that something was off, he just couldn’t figure out what. The world of bondage was not new to him nor was a Baphomet lover so why did each thrust delivered by the goat man cause his insides to twist? Why did his climax feel like it sucked all the warmth from him and left him feeling cold?
After the scene was done and Valentino was paid for his services he returned to his small apartment building with a heavy sense of foreboding. The minute he laid himself down on his mattress he was consumed by the darkness.
Valentino woke three days later with no reasonable explanation to why this was happening to him.
As time progressed and the moth demon fucked more and more clients at the club, he noticed a pattern forming. The blackouts only happened after he had bottomed, more specifically after he’d let others fuck his pussy. He didn’t understand why that was a feature his new body possessed, maybe some wires had gotten crossed during his rebirth?
However, blacking out for several days was going to be a problem. Valentino had enough self-preservation to lock himself away in his apartment when he felt the darkness coming for him, but that wasn’t going to be enough anymore. He was steadily becoming a well-known name not only at the club he danced at but at several others he visited, not to mention he had big plans to stage a takeover now that he’d learn to turn the venom in his salvia air born. The moth demon was about to have too many eyes on him soon, possibly even enemies, to be trusting his safety to a single door bolt lock.
Valentino had no way to fix it because he still wasn’t entirely sure what it was, so with no other options afforded to him he chose prevention as a means of defense. So, when he slaughtered his boss, took over the club, and started making soul contracts he made it abundantly clear to anyone and everyone that he was not one to be challenged. The moth demon would settle for nothing less of absolute power and control. Valentino would not bottom anymore; he would not submit to anyone.
Valentino belonged to no one.
***
Valentino had a decision to make. Keep the newly formed partnership with the media demon purely platonic or cross some boundaries to see where it led them. Vox had given him an offer he couldn’t refuse, the potential to expand his power and reach with Vox’s tech was tantalizing but a partnership was new territory for him. Valentino didn’t do relationships for a reason, everything in relationships were shared and balanced, perhaps even equal. Valentino needed the power balance skewed in his favor; it’s how he stayed in control.
Vox seemed the type to share the same views, he was an Overlord for fuck’s sake, you don’t get that kind of status without looking out for number one. And yet, Vox had been adamant that he didn’t want any kind of exchange or deal with the pimp, he truly wanted to invest in a long-term collaboration with him.
Valentino had considered turning him down after finding out his pheromone smoke had no effect on the media demon and therefore couldn’t be used to manipulate the other into a deal that better suited Valentino, but he’d agreed on the whim of the moment. He blamed the lapse of judgement on his stupid moth eyes, attracted to any bright light source it could find, and now here he was stuck in a union with a man he desperately wanted to fuck.
Valentino couldn’t deny Vox was hot with his nerdy little turtleneck and his small twink waist and his smooth suave voice. For the first time, Valentino finds himself having to use restraint in regard to his sexual insatiability. Valentino fucked who he wanted when he wanted and then proceeded to throw them away. He couldn’t do that with Vox, the moth demon needed this partnership to grow his power and reach Overlord status. Fucking your potential long-term partner seemed too close to relationship territory to be comfortable.
It'd be best to keep this side of his life, and everything related to Vox completely professional. Which apparently is easier said than done because denying himself this man had only made Vox all the more irresistible to Valentino.
Like now, Vox was sitting at the end of a conference table, gesturing to the projection behind him that displayed different blueprints for the studio he was planning to build in the tower for his business partner. No one else was in the room, this presentation was purely for Valentino’s sake, but the pimp wasn’t paying attention to it. He was focused on the muscles of the media demon’s exposed arms after he took his jacket off, the way Vox managed to somehow bite his nonexistent lip whenever he paused long enough to consider the next slide, or how his cyan claws idly twirled a pen between each finger.
Valentino could feel his dick get hard and felt the biggest wave of embarrassment. Vox may be a powerful Overlord, but he was also a gigantic nerd, an out of touch old man that had no fashion sense and definitely some internalize homophobia. He was rigid, he was insecure, he was cringy, he had a fucking TV for a head; Vox was in no way Valentino’s type at all so why did he want to throw caution to the wind and fuck him on this conference table?
Vox had stopped talking, Valentino realized it was because he was making irritated squeaks and he cursed quietly to himself when he felt his face flush.
“Am I boring you?”
He had a decision to make…
Vox crossed his arms behind his back and raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth raising in the slightest smirk. Fuck, one of these days Valentino was going to regret being impulsive.
“Quite the opposite, Voxxy~!” the taller demon purred, uncrossing his legs and spreading them as far as the mini skirt he was wearing would allow. Vox’s eyes traveled slowly down the lank of the moth demon’s form and Valentino tried his best not to shiver. The media demon hummed, grabbing the projector remote from the conference table and approached the other.
“Here,” he placed the remote in one of Valentino’s hands, “you continue looking at the blueprints, I’ll handle the rest.”
Before Valentino could question the other, Vox dropped to his knees in front of the pimp and sliced the skirt apart with one cyan claw.
“¡Oye!” Valentino’s fluff stood on end, and he yanked hard one of Vox’s antennas. Vox’s breathe caught and he looked up to meet Valentino’s gaze. Vox’s light had changed colors, his screen glowing a lavender purple color, he was blushing, and Valentino had to admit Vox looked downright pretty like this.
“I mean you no harm.” Vox reminded him and Valentino was frustrated with how easily he believed him. He slowly released the painful grip he had on the antenna, turning his attention back to the presentation, he used the remote to move to the next slide determined to feign indifference in order to regain back some sense of control.
Vox took this as an invitation and leaned his bulky head in between Valentino’s legs, it wasn’t the most comfortable position, but it would do. The moth demon purposely didn’t react as a large wide tongue traced the underside of his dick, Vox’s enigma of a mouth engulfing it entirely a second later. As Valentino flipped through the slides, the TV overlord licked and sucked to his heart’s content, and Satan damnit he was actually good at it! Valentino felt his whole body warm as the pleasure continued, his claws digging into the armrests of the chair he was in. When Vox suddenly removed his mouth Valentino gave a hiss, the shorter demon wrapped his hand around his dick instead and started pumping.
Valentino was about to make a snide remark on his fellatio skills when that skillful tongue plunge into his pussy without warning ripping a startled moan from the taller demon.
“¡Que carajo!” Valentino muttered, torn between astonishment, anger, and delight. No one had eaten him out like this in quite a while, but that was for a reason, motherfuckers thought if they ate it, they got to fuck it later. A growl escaped from the moth demon’s throat, a low guttural warning that morphed into the most sinful sounding moan as the tongue dove deeper inside him. Fuck, it felt good. Vox used a free hand to push one of Valentino’s legs up giving himself a better angle. Valentino’s upper arms gripped the back of the chair above him, his head thrown back and eyes closed as he finally surrendered himself to the other demon’s attention. Vox’s hand was still jerking his dick off and his hips twitched as he approached his release.
“F-fuck, Vox!” The TV demon must have liked the way Valentino breathlessly said his name for he moaned appreciatively into the man’s pussy, and the taller demon arched his back with a gasp. He came with a full body jerk, cum spilling all over the other man’s hand and a little dribbled down the side of his screen.
Vox pulled away and watched Valentino bask in his euphoria with admiration in his eyes. Valentino had to admit he could get used to being looked at like that. Leaning down the pimp licked the stray cum off the side of the man’s face, making sure to demonstrate how impressively long his tongue was. Vox smirked in response, keeping his eyes locked with the other as he too began to clean his hand, purposefully dragging his tongue along each claw obscenely.
Valentino’s cunt throbbed with need; he wanted this man to fuck him. It wasn’t a good idea, he knew it wasn’t, but his post orgasm mind was already trying to jump through hoops to make it happen. The desperation for this man should have been concerning, alarming even, but Valentino didn’t want to delve too deep into those thoughts. The tower was secure enough to be safe, maybe he could convince Vox to let him take up a guest room for a few days. He’d lock himself away and keep the black outs a secret, he’d come up with lies later to cover his ass but right now he just needed Vox to be touching him again.
Standing from the chair, Valentino made a grand show of unfurling his wings, the tattered remains of his skirt falling to the floor. The moth demon cupped the bulge in Vox’s pants and purred near the side of his screen.
“Let’s take care of that, shall we?”
Valentino laid himself out on the table, lower arms already making quick work of the other demon’s belt and pants. Vox smirked and leaned over the other, pressing their mouths together, Valentino eagerly meeting his tongue with his own as Vox lifted the other’s long legs over his shoulders. He could feel Vox’s cock push at his entrance and the familiar ominous feeling in his core returned.
Valentino shook his head, determined to enjoy the moment. Once he got this all out of his system he’d be back to normal, and he would keep this affliction of a dark little secret. He wasn’t breaking any of his personal rules because it was a one-in-done occurrence.
No one got addicted from trying something once.
***
Val had fucked up.
There was no simpler way to say it, somewhere in the past half century he had made a grave error in letting this man waltz so effortlessly into his life. It seemed fitting, given his current dilemma, to blame his misfortune on his moth biology. If he didn’t have this inherent attraction to Vox’s light would things have progressed this far out of his control? It certainly wasn’t the question he wanted to be thinking about while he was straddling Vox’s lap.
The media demon was laying on his back in their bed, cyan glowing claws gripping Val’s thighs as he bottomed out in his lover’s pussy.
“F-fuck Val, you’re so tight.” Vox hissed. Val smirked and gave an experimental roll of his hips, earning a moan from the demon below him. Val adored the sounds this man could make.
It had been a while since they’d had sex like this, Valentino liked to save it for rare occasions, making it seem like a reward Vox had earned. In reality, he was trying to hold off his own desires. Ever since their first time, Val had found himself in moments where he couldn’t resist the other man’s attention. The moth wasn’t the only one either, Vox had developed on obsession with the porn overlord, installing cameras everywhere he could so he always watching. The attention had been overwhelming at first, suffocating even, but now Val craved to be seen as much as Vox wanted to look. If Val believed in cliche romance tropes, he’d have thought they were made for each other.
Valentino laid himself atop his lover, pressing his chest to Vox’s chest. Val could feel the media demon’s chest raise and fall beneath him with artificial breaths, he wondered if the synthetic heart within was racing. He reached out and held the sides of Vox’s screen, lazily petting them as if caressing the cheeks of a face, his red eyes blown wide as they stared into the TV’s light. The moth demon watched as the color change from blue to a lavender hue as the other man blushed. Vox was so pretty, too pretty for his own damn good.
They didn’t often do what they were doing now, what Val called “slow sex” because he outright refused to call it lovemaking. To this day he’s baffled how he even got to this point, he had been careful for decades, he had been vigilant and strict with himself. How could one dorky ass old man turn everything upside down on Val without even trying? Their first night of sexual escapades had turned into two, then to three, to five, to twenty…Val had stopped keeping count to spare his own pride.
Valentino, still keeping Vox’s gaze, slowly lifted his himself off Vox’s dick. He paused with his hips up, barely on the tip, making the media demon bite his lip in anticipation, when the moment dragged on too long Vox’s claws dug into his lower back.
“Vaaaal~!” The screen glitched as he whined in protest and with a smirk Valentino slammed his hips back down, engulfing Vox’s dick in one swift motion. Vox gasped, mouth open and desire in his eyes, Val leaned in to kiss him and shove his tongue into that mouth. Vox groaned eagerly meeting Val’s tongue with his own, as the moth demon continuing to slowly fuck himself on Vox’s dick.
As their bodies started to heat up, Vox’s fans kicking on in an effort to cool him, Val started to feel a tingling in his fingers. The pimp had long realized this was the first warning sign of what was to come.
It’s starting early… Val thought to himself. Over the fifty years he had been intimate with Vox, he’d had to deal with certain changes in his body. He use to be able to go hours after sex before a black-out happened, now he could barely manage a few minutes before he was out cold after an orgasm. It’s what led to the two overlords sharing a bed in the first place, Val had blacked out in Vox’s bed before he could make it to his own room to lock himself away from the world. The pimp’s only saving grace was that the black outs didn’t last long anymore, merely hours now opposed to days spent gone. He could pass it off as him just falling asleep in Vox’s bed in order to keep up the charade. Still, the fact that he was unconscious and completely vulnerable next to someone as powerful as Vox should have put a hard stop to their relationship.
Valentino should have ended things and moved on to a different plaything, in fact he had because that’s when he’d found Angel, but no matter how much he forced himself to put all his attention on his new plaything he kept coming back to Vox. Val even found himself sleeping in other overlord’s bed when he had no excuse to be there, when they had sex that didn’t involve his pussy or even when they hadn’t been intimate at all and were simply in bed together to be close to one another. Val simply couldn’t stay away from Vox, he had become the primordial moth to the flame, and that should have terrified him.
But it didn’t…years trying to fight it, decades spent denying it, at this point why bother? Valentino, for all his glory, was a hypocrite. He had always been born to break all the rules so why not his own?
His hands were starting to go numb. Val would have to speed things up if he wanted them to finish before he was gone to the world. Pushing himself to sit up, he ran his nails softly along Vox’s chest causing the smaller man to arch into his touch. Vox’s hands wrapped around his wrists, pulling his upper hands back up, intertwining their hands above Vox’s head so that Val had to lean over and come face to face with the media demon again.
“There’s my pretty princess.”
Valentino snorted, “Corny, much?”
“Only for you.” Vox was looking at him with half lidded eyes and Val’s breath caught in his throat. When Vox looked at him like that, it was like the world didn’t matter when Valentino was present. When Vox looked at him with devotion and awe it made Val’s black little heart do flips.
In soft moments between them like this Valentino could see them in Vox’s eyes, the three little words that neither of them would ever say. But Vox didn’t have to say it, Val could read it in every soft touch, in every whispered affection, and when Vox looked at him like this, he could feel it. Val needed it, craved it, couldn’t be without it.
Val wanted it all, everything Vox would give him, he wanted to be Vox’s everything. He knew that was ridiculous to crave, especially down here in Hell. The pimp also knew it was implausible to have Vox’s full attention, especially with the Radio Demon around, but Val could settle for being Vox’s favorite.
Val brings their mouths together once more for a kiss that is hungry and desperate and almost more teeth and tongue than anything else. He continues bouncing on the other man’s cock, his lower hands running down the media demon’s chest. The only sounds in the room are the panting, breathy moans, the slapping of their thighs, and a small click.
Val broke the kiss with a strangled gasp, shuddering as the dick inside him started to vibrate.
“F-fuck Voxxy.” Val’s whole body felt like it was on fire, hands grabbed his shoulders and help push him to sit back on his dick fully. The new angle had the taller demon trembling, both sets of hands gripping the sheets as the vibration increased in intensity. Val was breathing hard as Vox started thrusting upwards, trying to regain the momentum that was lost.
“Ahhh!” Val cried out as Vox hooked a claw around the chain of his nipple piercings and tugged hard.
“Look at me, gorgeous.”
Val could feel his face heat up at the endearment, he opened his eyes to gaze upon the only man to make him feel like this. Vox was staring at him again, like he thought Valentino was a god to be worshiped. Val’s wings spread out and started shuttering, his pussy was so wet it made every thrust from Vox’s vibrating cock feel sinfully good.
“I…” Val gasped, “I’m close…f-fuck, Vox!”
“That’s it, babe.” Vox groaned out, approaching his own climax, “Damn, you are fucking stunning!”
Val jerked, a strangled gasp as he came hard, his dick painting his lover’s chest in his cum. The euphoric high lasted mere seconds before he realized he couldn’t get breath back into his lungs. The heat of the moment replaced with unbearable cold, his vision went dark, and he knew no more.
***
Valentino was the most beautiful creature to ever exist. Vox didn’t care if it was a bias thought to have, in this moment as he reached his release to the sight of ecstasy on the moth demon’s face, his wings flapping as fast as a hummingbird’s, Vox knew no other experience or person or feeling could compare to Val.
Vox’s body sank back into the bed, his body achy and tingly. He closed his eyes contently and gestured for the other man to lay beside him, but Valentino made no move to get off his lap. Instead, Vox was met with the sound of choked breaths, his eyes opened once more.
“Val?”
The moth demon’s eyes had a far away look in them, his wings fell heavily and his antennae drooped limply against Val’s face. He looked wrong. With growing concern, Vox made an attempt to sit up.
“Val…shit! Fuck!” Val’s body had pitched to the side suddenly, like rag doll falling in slow motion, Vox made a mad grab for one of his arms. Cables unlatched from ports in his back and wrapped themselves around the larger demon’s body, keeping him from completely toppling off the bed.
“Fucking hell,” Vox muttered as he removed himself from inside his lover and flipped Val to lay on his back on the bed, careful to arrange his wings so they wouldn’t be bent. Vox couldn’t blame any man for being tired post sex but to pass out while still riding your partner was new for both of them. He’d have to tease the other overlord about it when he woke in the morning.
Vox grimaced at the mess still all over him, he got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom to retrieve a wet rag, wiping his chest and crotch relatively clean. When he returned to the bedroom, he still had that lingering feeling that something was wrong. He slid under the covers of his bed, throwing them over Val as well. He checked through the security systems; everything was up and running. He did a quick internal software check; all his systems were in the green. He double checked his calendar to make sure he hadn’t missed any meeting or deadlines, which he hadn’t. Everything was as it should be.
Vox shrugged to himself, turning on his side and throwing an arm lazily over his sleeping partner. He was probably just overthinking things. He closed his eyes, starting the sleep mode, the room was quiet…too quiet.
Vox’s eyes shot open as he realized the issue, Val wasn’t breathing! The media demon sat up and watched the other demon’s chest, it did not rise or fall with the steady breaths that Val should be taking. His heart racing, Vox pressed two claws to Val’s neck feeling for a pulse.
There was none.
Fuck! Shit! Vox thought.
⚠Emergency Procedure ⚠
C:\Users\Vox>start CPR.exe
Vox interlaced his hands together and positioned himself above his lover’s chest, pushing his hands down hard on the other demon’s sternum in quick well-timed thrusts. While his internal clock helped him keep rhythm, Vox’s mind was racing. Val couldn’t be dead, it just didn’t make sense, sinners couldn’t just die!
Not by natural means anyways, but there were no wounds on Val’s body. Could he have been poisoned? It was unlikely given Val had only been to the studio today and he didn’t drink or eat while he was working. It’d been hours since Val had been at the studio last, the slow acting poisons Vox knew of came with several other notable symptoms. Val hadn’t shown any sign of being anything but healthy when he had come home so then, what could have caused this?
Vox’s actions slowed to a stop; he was being silly. The only thing that could truly kill a sinner was angelic steel, everything else was something a sinner was capable of regenerating from. Perhaps Val had overdose on something he took right before they had started being intimate…but Val didn’t do drugs. He was very vocal about his disdain to becoming like his addict trash employees. Vox ran nervous claws along the top of his screen, a lingering habit he kept from his life when he had hair to run fingers through.
Val would regenerate eventually and then Vox could yell at him for being careless and stupid. They would fight, they would go to bed angry, they’d have make-up sex in the morning. Vox just had to be patient and wait.
***
Val woke an hour after the rising pentagram had bathed the Pride ring in bright red morning light. He blinked a few times before stretching all four limbs above his head, yawning lazily. His entire body felt stiff, and his chest felt like he’d been hit by a truck, he rubbed at the sore muscles as he sat up. The moth demon wondered briefly if Vox was in the kitchen right now making breakfast.
A loud shattering to his right startled him with a yelp. Vox stood by the bed, the remnants of a coffee mug and its contents crushed in his hand. His heterochromia eyes were blown wide in shock.
“Oh, thank Satan.” The media demon whispered; his hands were starting to shake.
“Vox?” Val crawled across the bed, approaching his partner. “Are you alright?”
The moth demon made to grab the other’s shaking hands, but the relief on the TV demon’s face quickly morphed to anger. His claws grabbed at Val’s shoulders and started shaking him roughly.
“What the fuck happened last night?!” his voice overlaid with video feedback; he was clearly upset. Val’s mind was trying to keep up, they had gone to bed together last night. Val had flirted, touched, and kissed Vox into the mood and then…oh. He’d blacked out and apparently before Vox had fallen asleep.
Fuck!
Trying to keep some semblance of control, the moth effectively shook the other’s hands off him and he stood from the bed.
“It’s nothing to worry about, mi cariño.”
Val was shuffling through his wardrobe, the picture of nonchalance, while Vox looked like he was about to have a nuclear meltdown.
“Valentino!” Vox’s voice cracked and the sound of it made Val completely freeze.
“Y-you were…you were dead!” Vox started pacing, something he tended to do when he was extremely stressed. “And your body wasn’t regenerating, it wasn’t doing anything! I…I was starting to think you weren’t going to wake up.”
Val risked looking back at the shorter demon, there were no tears thank fuck! Val wasn’t sure what he’d do if he ever had to deal with a crying overlord. But as he looked closer he could see the dark grey coloration under the cyborg’s eyes, he’d probably spent all night keeping watch over him while slowly losing his mind not knowing what was happening to Val.
Shit..so much for keeping it a secret.
Val knew eventually he be found out, but he didn’t expect he’d have to talk about it so soon. He had nothing prepared or rehearsed, what did he even say?
Heaving a sigh, Val walked back to the bed and sat on the edge of it, patting the spot next to him in invitation. Vox obediently sat next to him, looking at him expectantly.
“It really is nothing to worry about,” Val started, gently petting the side of Vox’s screen. The older demon smacked his hand away.
“Cut the shit, Val. Just tell me what’s going on.” The anger was still there but Val could hear the underlying concern in Vox’s tone.
“It’s a side effect of this body, moths die shortly after mating.”
The room fell into silence, it stretched on for a minute, Vox was looking at him in disbelief but at least he wasn’t outright laughing at the irony of it all.
“You’re kidding, right?”
Val gave him a seething glare, “Do I look to be in a joking mood? I didn’t always know what it was, just tried to generally avoid situations that would result in that happening. Wasn’t ‘til Vel showed me how to use Voogle on my phone, did I finally get answers.”
Valentino really wished he had a fucking cigarette to smoke right now, the whole conversation was starting to grate on his nerves.
Vox stood again and had resumed his pacing.
“But it can’t be that, Val. You’ve been having sex for decades! I’ve never seen you die afterwards with anyone else and you certainly haven’t with me!”
“I have,” Val corrected, “I just hide it well.”
Vox gave him an unimpressed look.
“Fine! I fucked it up this time, who gives a shit, it was one time! It’s doesn’t happen every time we have sex just when we use my pussy, it’s not a big deal!” the moth demon was shouting now. Val just wanted the conversation to be done with, why couldn’t Vox just be chill about it?
“Do you hear yourself?! Dying isn’t a big deal? You’re downplaying how serious this is.”
“My body, my choice, babe.” Val sneered, “I can decide for myself what’s best for me.”
“Well, I have a choice in the matter too, I’ll just stop having coitus with you.”
“WHAT?!” Val shrieked. His wings spread out in a dominance display and angry squeaks escaped him as he tried his best to contain his rage. “You can’t do that to me.”
“Exactly, Val, I can’t! You can’t expect me to be fine with partaking in something that kills you!” the media demon seemed desperate to convey the magnitude of the situation as if Val didn’t already know.
“Val, you were like an empty husk, a vacant body…for hours!” Vox shuddered as if the night watching his body had been traumatizing for him. “What if next time you’ll don’t wake up-”
“I DON’T CARE!!!”
Vox is startled into silence as Val falls to his knees, shaking his head and muttering to himself. Vox couldn’t take it away from him, he just couldn’t. They were just business partners, they weren’t boyfriends, they weren’t romantic partners. Sex was all they had! Without the sex how would Val see those three little words unspoken in Vox’s blown out post orgasm eyes. He couldn’t deal with the loss of that. He needed it, he needed the adoration in Vox’s eyes, he needed the soft touches, the warm embraces, he needed the sickly-sweet whispers.
Damn, he felt pathetic. Valentino had become addicted to the most dangerous drug there was: Vox’s love.
Vox calmly approached him and kneeled down to take his two lower set of hands in his, he brought one to his mouth to kiss gently.
“Please, Vox,” Val whined and simultaneously winced at how distraught he sounded.
“You may not care, but I do.” Vox hooked a cyan claw under Val’s chin and forced him to look at him. “We don’t have to modify our sex life too much with this hinderance, but I will not lose you again.”
Vox was looking at him in that way he often does when they have sex, like Val was his favorite thing to look at. His screen was changing colors as he blushed with embarrassment at the admission, but he refused to avert his gaze from the moth. Val felt his traitorous heart skip a beat as Vox leaned in to kiss him. He leaned into the kiss with a hum, Val could be willing to compromise on this if Vox continue looking at him like that.
Valentino would have to trash his one rule, it was obsolete at this point.
He was in love.