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The blue lights in the room dimmed as each screen went to sleep. No one had touched them for well over an hour and a half, the room was plunged into silence interrupted only by the fans blowing as well as a few small "beeps" that sounded from time to time. Eelliot, Vox's eel assistant, had come once to ask his boss for information, and the boss in question was asleep sprawled out on his desk.
His position was not very comfortable but Eelliot did not allow himself anything and left silently. It was late and Vox usually managed to stay awake and continue to tour the city with his cameras, surveying the streets, the sky, spying through windows to find the next scoop. But today, after a whole week of intensive work, he had given up. Arms spread around his head which was flat on the surface of the desk, he was breathing deeply.
Vox hadn't been very present with the other Vees this week, he had done the best he could. Around him, several half-finished, cold cups of coffee. Too much to handle with the annual angel attacks. His territory was attacked from time to time so he had to pay more people to protect the place, to do espionage in addition to that done by his henchmen...
Ultimately, Vox was falling from exhaustion but was unable to realise it. He could already hear Valentino's voice telling him, "Uh, you don't even care about me anymore, but I'm used to it." or Velvet telling him “I don’t care what you’re doing flatface but sleep.”
Well, he was sleeping there, right? Vox would have a sore back and return to his bed to finish his remaining two hours of the night. The TV overlord had the most broken sleep pattern in this city that was for sure.
Maybe he was going to fall out of his chair and that would be the best way to make Vox understand that he needed to get to his bed early.
Valentino pressed his finger against the identification pad that beeped and the doors slid open with a mechanical whirring sound. Surprisingly, yet unsurprisingly the lights were all dimmed down meaning that Vox has been asleep for some time now. His steps echo as he enters the vast room, approaching the large leather chair as he peered over to see Vox's sleeping hunched figure.
His eyes pull towards the coffee mugs, my my, what a waste he thinks as the moth shakes his head before his gaze pulled towards Vox like a magnet. He didn't look very comfortable in that position..
Pft, cutie.. he had really worked himself to exhaustion. He was so weak and vunrebel like this, Valentino could just eat him up as he enjoys watching the hot headed media overlord sleep peacefully.
With grace the moth places a arm under Vox's lower back and under his knees, easily carrying him like a bridesmaid as he adjusted the small man in his arms.
“Off to bed with you now.”
“Hm..” Being picked up and changed position woke the TV overlord somewhat. Vox half-opened his eyes on Valentino and slowly closed them again. He leaned against the pimp's chest, sighing weakly.
"It's late...?" Stupid question, obviously it was late.
Valentino rolled his eyes with a small smirk. “Very late.”
Vox didn't even resist, which made this so much easier than usual he would have fought and stopped Valentino from doing that. In any case, it wasn't a recurring thing to be taken away like this, but tonight it was difficult to be in a bad mood. At least to throw it all on Valentino.
Valentino couldn't help but appreciate Vox wasn't putting up a struggle, if he was luccid he wouldn't have gotten this far as he walks out of the office together arm in arm. Despite his abrasive and abusive personality traits he was a sucker for romance and moments like these between the two overlords made Valentino fall for Vox before he could even catch himself.
Together they enter the elevator and press the floor to go to Vox's penthouse. No emplyees really ever went on this floor as he fished around in Vox's pocket for his card key, approaching the door to swipe and the light turned green as he entered.
Vark was very excited to see them as he barked and yipped with excitement, the moth sushing the aquatic creature as he closed the door with his foot and the lights turned automatically on with sensors. Vox frowned lightly, coming out of his sleep again because of the barking.
“Ssshh, shhh, hush now boy, your daddy is sleeping..” Valentino said to Vark and the animal seemed to understand as he whimpered softly and walked over to his little dog bed, going around in a circle before plopping himself down.
“Good boy,” Valentino compliments Vox's companion as he glides across the living room and makes a beeline to Vox's bedroom, entering together.
Again the lights turn on by themselves as Valentino approaches the large King sized bed and gently places Vox on his back.
Vox seemed to bring out the worst and the best side in him that Valentino couldn't even understand himself as he carefully takes the overworked demon's crimped work clothes.
The mattress was much nicer than his office, Vox emerged slightly, plunged back into sleep... He felt Valentino's claws pass over his body to undress him and he let himself do so completely. He felt cold, in his boxers, grunting a little before rolling onto his side and trying with a vain and pitiful look to slip under his duvet.
"Mh.. I'm fucking cold... come join me..." Vox looked sullen, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance that had nothing to do with Valentino.
“Yes, yes, your highness, give me a moment.” Valentino peeled off his clothes and gave his wings a little shimmy before joining his business partner in the bed. It's been a while since they've actually slept - well, not sexually, in the same bed together. It was… nice.
Valentino is happened to be already sexually satisfied for the moment as Angel Dust earlier that evening had some good rounds of sex, so it definitely helped right now to put that aside and just focused on Vox and not trying to get in his fucking pants as the overlord as brought Vox closer to him, caressing his back with his claws in a soothing gesture.
Vox was shivering, his arms wrapped around the pimp's torso. Val was hot, it was pleasant and Vox ended up getting used to it, not moving anymore. His hands returned to the front, on Valentino's pectorals. He wondered when the man was going to turn him around and fuck him, like always. He was apprehensive even though he loved it.
"You're... not like you usually are... Are you okay?" He had a slightly more concerned voice.
“Of course I am, why wouldn't I be? I'm just sharing a nice moment with my business partner.” Valentino said as he closed his eyes. This certainly felt more like business partners.. but who was he to judge? It hurt his head the more he thought about his and Vox's complicated relationship, despite it being clear as black and white in the eyes of the public and employees they were just business partners.
However in his dark, black and twisted heart it felt like a vortex of emotions he couldn't or simply wouldn't want to understand.
Every business man knew feelings could not get in the way of any established business and as soon as feelings started getting involved with work, it would get very, very fucking messy.
Vox always winced when he mentioned "business partner" even though they were in the same bed and fucked often enough to mention it. He laughed lightly, moving up a little on the pillows to grab Valentino’s face and kiss him. It was better not to say anything at times like this, just to act. Vox then curled up against him.
“Okay, partner.” His voice was amused, yet tired, and he clung to him, yawning for a long time. He was going to fall asleep clinging to the mothman and it had always been like that when they slept together.
Valentino grins tiredly, a low chuckle in response as he rolls his eyes. The moth man really, really did enjoy moments like these as he listened to Vox's slow breathing.
Imagine if they did become more than business partners? To finally slap a label on this weird, fucked up dynamic? but in hell labels meant nothing, Valentino could give two fucking shits about them.
Valentino would continue to be a porn director who would fuck around with his whores front, left, right and centre in the shadows while Vox wouldl shine in the light as a major star influencer who gagged to be the centre of attention in all his talk shows infront of lights and flashing cameras.
The moth sighs as he sinks further into a cloud of sleep and secure foundness as he murmurs softly under his breath.
“Good night, my amorcito..”