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Vox tapped his pen on the paper he was sitting over, the soft noise audible in the silence of his office. Vox stared at the words in front of him, reading over the sentence for the third time but the words seemed to bleed together, losing all meaning. Normally, he was amazing at focusing on boring paperwork but he had been working on this one in particular for the past four hours and even he had his limits. No paperwork had any business being that time consuming anyway, it was hardly his fault.
Vox's heavy eyes drifted to one of the many monitors in front of him, specifically the one to his right, dedicated to Valentino. It quickly drew his attention, snapping him out of his tired haze as he saw the silent feed was on Valentino's room, showing him practically throw one of his employees onto his bed, his face was contorted in anger. Vox raised an eyebrow, intrigued, and switched the sound on just in time to hear him bite out an insult through a clenched jaw. Even with the most vile words spilling from his tongue Valentino's voice was still as silky smooth as ever and maybe even enticing with that edge of violence.
Vox felt his cock twitch ever so slightly in his pants even though nothing had truly happened yet but he had seen this play out enough times to know where this was going and well, he was in for a treat.
The girl Valentino threw was new, with quite literally white skin and dark blue, well, not hair but the fish sinner equivalent of it. She was nothing special, just another mindless hot bimbo but as long as it wasn't that brat Angel Dust Vox didn't care.
She wasn't the star of the show anyways.
Valentino stalked towards her slowly, dragging out the moment as he kept his red hot gaze locked on her, his long legs clearing ground until he was right in front of her.
Her inexperience with him became even more obvious when she tried to reason with him, talk him out of the inevitable. Flapping her hands about, like there was any way for her, a lowly employee to stop the force that was Valentino.
Only Vox had such a power.
The bed gave as Valentino knelt on it, his snarl pulling just slightly up as her words became more frantic. She tried to scramble up to the head board but he roughly caught her in his smoke. There was no escaping Valentino, not when his eyes were darkened in that way. Like he was a predator and she was prey—which Vox supposed wasn't too far off.
Vox knew why Valentino loved new employees, there was still a hope that sparkled in their eyes, a fight that was so satisfying for him to drain and oh, Vox loved to watch him do so. Valentino was always so sinfully mesmerizing as he played his sadistic game, beauty and violence wrapped into a delicious package.
Valentino forced her legs apart and Vox zoomed the camera in to see his gold-capped claws bite into her thighs. Valentino's mouth finally gave way to a sharp grin when she squirmed and begged for release from his hold, the pinpricks of pain probably the least of her concerns. No, the thing that wet her eyes wasn't pain but fear and dread.
Valentino paused at that, not in sympathy or mercy but to simply enjoy the sight, his eyes roaming her pitiful figure until Vox watched them land on the sad excuse for a bra she was wearing.
In one swift motion, deadly claws sliced through it and soon her underwear followed until the garments were tossed aside and she was left completely exposed. She let out a loud shriek at that as if she was embarrassed, like didn't sign away her dignity when she decided to become a low-life whore.
She was squirming and wriggling more violently now and Vox loved the look in Valentino's eye at that. The way that Valentino luxuriated in her helplessness, so much so that saliva pooled at the corner of his mouth, not quite tipping over and running down his chin.
Vox reached a hand down to start slowly palming himself through his pants as he watched Valentino lean down, probably close enough for her to smell his signature cologne but the ungrateful slut just turned her head away as far as she could.
Valentino didn't seem turned off by that though and just brought his lips down to the length of her neck, sucking a slow hickey into it and then again. His interest in something so mediocre was far from boring though, because Valentino wasn't being nice, he was dragging it out, making them all wait for it.
It frustrated Vox but also captivated him because Valentino was tightening the string of tension the one notch at a time and Vox was just waiting for it to snap, to see what he'd do.
One more slow kiss.
Then another.
Then snap.
Valentino's teeth dug in deep, blood pooling at the surface, followed by a scream and thrashing but Valentino kept her pinned. Unable to move, only endure.
And they hadn't even gotten to the fun part yet.
When he finally pulled away a string of saliva and blood connected them for a brief moment causing Vox to dig the heel of his hand into himself harder before giving up and fumbling his pants open. Vox watched as the string instead connected itself to Valentino's chin, causing that tongue to dart out and lick it away.
Valentino's free hands began to wonder down to where her legs were held open, fingers dragging down until they were pressing into her clit in slow, anticipatory circles. His red hot eyes burning into her as they moved down to work open her entrance and Vox saw her relax just a bit, like her neck wasn't still bleeding. Like deep down she hoped the worst was over when all three of them knew better.
Then Valentino's fingers were slipping out and being wiped off on the sheets and his belt was being undone, the soft thud and clink audible as his pants and belt hit the floor. His shirt and thong soon followed until he was naked as well.
Vox gave a pump to his cock, a wave of arousal hitting him as Valentino extended his tongue to wrap around two fingers pulling them away with wet pop as the translucent pink saliva clung to them, dripping down to his knuckles. Valentino's hand moved downward to around his own cock, coating it.
Valentino stretched his lengthy body over hers until his cock was brushing against her folds. He leaned down, nipping against her neck once again, letting his breath warm it before whispering into her ear, barely loud enough for Vox to hear.
"Don't worry baby, I'll make it so good for you." Valentino's tone was light, almost reassuring.
After one breath of silence, as he intently waited for her to give the smallest nod, he shoved all the way in, forcing out an ugly scream, causing her face to scrunch up.
Her head hit the pillow hard as she tried to fight it but all she managed was to achieve was a mangled sob that echoed through the room. Valentino gave no regard and started thrusting in earnest.
The girl blubbered on, begging and pleading but Vox mostly tuned her out because now he could see Valentino in all his sadistic glory. His mouth was pulled in a sharp, open grin and drips of saliva freely rolled down his chin. His eyebrows were pinched and all four of his clawed hands gripping her, his top ones around her rib cage, digging cuts into them. The relatively small amount of blood that surfaced seemed to spur him on because soon deep gashes we're sliced and rivulets of deep crimson dripped down onto the bed, followed by a shrill scream.
It echoed in the room, along with the sound of skin on skin and messy kisses as Valentino met their lips for a brief moment before sinking them deep into her neck once again. His claws dug into her thighs as he fucked her even rougher and Valentino was so obviously lost in the violence and pleasure now. It was in his whole face as he pulled back, in the glimmer of his eyes, in his movements, the sheer enjoyment radiated off of him in intoxicating waves.
Vox was enraptured in the sight, arousal flooding through him and his hand sped up as the other gripped the table. When Valentino finally buried himself deep into the girl, pleasure peaking, Vox wanted to follow but he tightened his fist until it was painful—he didn't want to cum in what Valentino graciously nicknamed his 'cuck cave'. He wanted to be there.
Vox shoved himself back into his pants, his whole body buzzing in a way that had nothing to do with the fact he was building up the electricity to teleport.
When he did, he stumbled his way into the room, not fully waiting for the static to leave his body before using his wires to pull Valentino away from the now unconscious girl and towards him. Valentino fumbled, probably momentarily disoriented and confused, letting out a squeak before realizing it was Vox. When their bodies met Valentino's fluff spiked up with electricity but he didn't seem to mind because he was already matching Vox's vigor, letting himself get dragged down into a bruising kiss.
Hands were everywhere and one of Vox's reached up to force Valentino's jaw open, invading it with his tongue and being met with the bitter unwanted taste of the girl's blood. He pushed deeper, desperately seeking the sickly sweet of his saliva, a taste Vox would hate in any other context but one that was so familiar and so Valentino he craved it. Before he could, Valentino forced his head away and through catching his breath, he let out a frustrated groan.
He just got a breathless laugh in return.
"I thought you were watching my little voyeur, did you enjoy the show? I tried to play into your…tastes." Valentino punctured the last word with a swipe of that sinful tongue over his lower lip, catching the saliva and traces of blood there.
"Fuck yeah," Vox said low and gravely, the buzzing in his limbs growing stronger, making him grab at Valentino rougher and lean in closer, all modicum of shame long gone. "You look so fucking hot covered in blood I can barely fucking take it. God, I need you right now."
Valentino’s back hit the seat of the velvet chance lounge hard, the rough maroon velvet dragging along his sensitive bare skin and wings. He had a feeling Vox was watching and that he would be on him the second he finished but still, the flip from the high of being in control to manhandled made his head swim in the best way.
Hands were all over him once again, touching, scraping his body from his thighs up to his chest, like Vox couldn’t decide where to start. Valentino made the choice for him, yanking his screen down into another kiss, this time messier, heavier, the staticky taste of Vox’s saliva enveloping him. But it wasn’t enough, god, Vox's enthusiasm was infectious. His legs wrapped around Vox's waist, trying to grind against him but all that greeted him was the frustration of fabric in the way.
Impatiently he pulled at Vox's shirt with his upper hands and his pants with his lower because he needed to be closer, he needed to feel Vox and he needed these to just be, off, off, off.
Vox seemed to get the neon sign of a message and helped until he was as bare as Valentino and his clothes were haphazardly strewn on the floor next to them. Vox's skin buzzed against him figuratively and literally like the part machine he was, warm and sticky in the places they met, which weren't enough for Valentino's taste. He whined and dragged his claws down Vox's back, not breaking the skin, yet.
"Vox, please, I need you in me now."
"Yes, fuck," Vox responded out of breath, before he heard the clank of Vox's cords rummaging around his room until lube and claw caps were brought back.
Once the caps were slipped on his fingers and a generous amount of lube was applied to them Valentino felt Vox's hand slip between his thighs and start to work him open.
It was slow, torturously slow, the air hot and suffocating around him as he squirmed under Vox's touch. "Please Vox, please I'm good."
Finally after, far too many minutes Vox's hand retreated and he was finally pushing in. He was bowed over Valentino, their lips inches apart, warm breath and the slight smell of dark coffee, adding to the sensations. Valentino let out a moan into Vox's mouth, meeting their lips in broken kisses as he moved deeper, stretching him.
After Vox finally bottomed out and started moving, he panted against him, Valentino's name on his lips. Valentino swallowed it, not getting enough of Vox, never enough, no matter how many times they'd done this over the decades.
Overstimulation burned through him, thanks to his demon biology giving him the ability to already be hard again. His head tipped back, whines and sharp breath being punched out of him. Vox's lips were at his neck, nipping and sucking at it. It was so much, so hot, everything was so hot.
Valentino clawed at Vox's back, digging into it hard, probably drawing blood but with the the sweat they were both covered with it was hard to tell.
Time both seemed to slow and speed up, the world spinning around him, so all he knew was Vox. It made Valentino's head foggy, so foggy, until all he could do was whimper Vox's name and plead for more, less he couldn't tell because it was so much, it all was so much. The heat of the room, Vox brushing that spot inside of himself over and over again, the feeling of teeth in his neck.
Vox was biting him now? Fuck, that felt good, the pain mixing in so well. Vox's claws were also at his hips, pulling him deeper and deeper and pushing his legs up, making the angle even better.
Tears slid down his face from everything, and he was eventually cumming. The pleasure over took him, making his mind go blank and he let out a sob. He buried his face in the crook of Vox's neck, not caring if his screen bit into the side of his head. He just needed Vox closer, like he was his anchor on reality, like his mind might never unclear without it. He clung to Vox as the aftershocks crested over him and as he felt Vox cum as well, flooding him with warmth. Finally it was over and he relaxed back, pulling Vox on top of him, the weight grounding.
He felt Vox cup his cheek as he said something but Valentino couldn't tell what, his mind still blissed out in that fuzzy headspace. "Hmm?" he asked, his vocal cords hardly cooperating.
"I said, that was amazing—you did amazing. That was the best sex we've had in a while."
Valentino just nodded, not exactly feeling like talking, he just wanted to lay here for a bit. Like was just him and Vox and all of hell below didn't exist.
"—come on Val, we're disgusting," Vox coaxed, but Valentino didn't catch the first part. Did he want them move? No.
Valentino just wrapped his sore legs around Vox's waist, holding him there and gave his best pout, shaking his head. Vox broke just like he knew he would and reluctantly rested his head on Valentino's chest. Good.
After ten, fifteen or twenty minutes passed, Valentino couldn't be sure which, he finally came back to his senses and at some point he really started agreeing with Vox, they were disgusting and should take a shower.
"Vox?" He asked, voice squeaking before clearing his voice and trying again. "Vox?"
Vox lifted his head. "Mmm, Ready to get up?" His voice was gravely, eyes tiered and his smile was soft in a way that Valentino adored and hated at the same time because of how rare it was. It made him miss it before it was even gone.
"Yeah," he replied.
Vox took a moment before sucking in a breath and pushing himself up and he let out an old-man-y groan that Valentino had to force himself not to smirk at. Once Vox was up, he extended his hand out to Valentino like the gentleman he wasn't and took it.
Valentino's body ached as he forced himself up, and he had to catch himself on Vox as his legs wobbled. "Voxxy," he whined. "I think you might have to carry me." It wasn't that bad, he could walk, he just didn't want to.
Vox just sighed, like they both knew he didn't enjoy it too, and let Valentino hop into his arms. "You're such a princess, it's like ten feet away," he complained but his voice was warm.
Once he was set down on the bathroom counter Vox moved to turn on the shower and Valentino got a good view of the wreckage that was Vox's back. There were two distinct sets of messy claw marks, gone over multiple times and deep, Valentino absolutely drew blood.
He let out an uncharacteristic loose giggle, one that only appeared when he was very drunk or loopy on good sex. "I did a number on your back, baby."
With the shower now hissing, Vox turned his head a little to far to be natural so he could see his own back in the mirror and he huffed a laugh. "Yeah, Val, I can feel it. You should see yourself though."
Val pivoted his body so he could look at himself in the mirror behind him as well and—"Vox! Seriously? How can I go anywhere like this?" Half of his neck was deep purple and magenta with a very obvious bite in the center. Not to mention that his hips looked like Vox's back.
Vox came up behind him, turning him back to the way he was sitting originally and looping his arms around the top his shoulders. "Guess you should make turtlenecks come back fashion."
Valentino matched Vox's devious smile. "Sure, amorcito. I bet you would love an excuse to wear that ugly mustard one again."
"Hey! You said you liked that one!" Vox scoffed.
“Maybe a bit when it was in style but that hasn't been true for a long time. I never liked that color one you anyway, teal suites you much better."
Vox leaned closer, hands roaming around to Valentino's lower back. "Teal as in my clothes or the color of my blood?"
Valentino paused, then lowered his voice, adding a sultry layer. "Hmm…both," he spoke, brushing his lips ever so slightly against Vox's before pulling him into a deep kiss.
Vox's tongue slid into Valentino's mouth and he took the opportunity to gently bite down his razor-sharp teeth, nipping at it until a coppery tang coated his taste buds. Vox let out a low moan, chasing Valentino's lips but he broke the kiss.
Valentino licked his lips slowly, hoping he'd bitten deep enough that Vox could see his own blood on Valentino's tongue. It was safe to assume so because Vox's eyes were immediately glued to it. Vox's claws bit into his skin and Valentino really wanted to kiss him again so he did one last time before forcing himself back. He wasn't sure how he could still enjoy this so much. Wouldn't he have gotten bored of it by now? Wouldn't he have had enough?
"Ok, ok, enough," he breathed, "I feel too icky to keep doing this here. We can make out more in the shower."
"Yeah, yeah, ok. Don't know how productive that shower is going to be be though."
"True, but you're head is on business too much, you have to live a little, mi amor." Valentino raised a hand up to caress the side of Vox's screen. "We've got all the time in eternity or until my neck heals, we can afford an unproductive shower."