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"Please go on a date with me." Valentino said.
"No." Alastor shut the hotel's front door and prepared to walk away when Valentino started raging against the door.
"I said fuckin' please you jack ass! What the fuck ever happened to manners!? Open the fuckin' door before I take a massive dump right here and you'll have to clean it up you glorified bell boy-"
The door opened again with Alastor looking even less thrilled (if that were possible) and Valentino looking so innocent that the person threatening to shit on their property couldn't have possibly been him.
"You have one minute to explain yourself."
"I need to make Vox jealous-"
Alastor was already closing the door again, but this time Valentino managed to keep it open by force. It was a bit of a struggle. Alastor was stronger than he looked. Val liked that.
"Mmm~ Maybe I was wrong about you, mi pequeño habanero~"
"Anndan chou pouri."
"What?"
With another jolt, Alastor would have had the door shut again if not for Valentino's foot being in the way. He yelped out in pain but withstood it. This pain was nothing compared to the pain of Vox winning against him.
"Ahh! I'll give you whatever you want!" Valentino shouted out.
Suddenly the door was wide open, sending Valentino tumbling forward. He would have hit the ground face first if Alastor hadn't caught him by the waist. Valentino gawked up at him, seeing him in an all new very sexual light. Alastor's creepy smile had turned charming, his antiquated way of speaking had turned classy. Even his fuck ass bob could be cunt if he shut one eye and went blind in the other.
"Why didn't you start with that, my dear?"
Valentino, still partly horizontal, crossed his legs and bit his lip in a failed attempt to hide how flustered he was. Alastor was seemingly moving in slow motion, glittering. He had tentacles didn't he? Valentino could be into that~ Ugh! To have the Radio Demon broadcasting his screams of pain and pleasure to all of Hell! Vox would never forgive him but it would be so hot.
"So um," Val felt like one of the thirty year old school girls in his pornos, "There's like a big party tonight and everyone who's anyone is gonna be there. Me and Vox got into a fight and it's like a pretty big one. He's getting back at me by taking some skank I hate so like I needed to find a way to outdo him and I was like wow there's no one better than Alastor the Radio Demon. Vox would kill himself if I showed up with you on my arm. Like he's totally obsessed with you and like why wouldn't he be? You're so… so…"
"Delightful-"
"Fuckable."
Alastor immediately dropped him and Valentino hit the carpeted floor with a hard thud and another yelp, though this one was distinctly more sexual in nature. Scrambling back up to his feet, he tailed after Alastor who was sauntering toward the bar.
"Right, you don't like people touching you. Fine, just once, I'll respect that. But I will request you hold onto my arm. Maybe we can negotiate a lap sit. Please, I just really want to torture him."
Alastor sat down at the bar and pat the seat beside him, a wordless invitation for Valentino to join him. Giggling and hopping up and down in excitement, he removed his coat, revealing as much of his body as he possibly could like that would sweeten the deal, and sat down.
Husk appeared behind the bar and his expression when from tired to horrified when he saw who Alastor's company was.
"Mmm~ Kitty cat~ Daddy likey~" Val hummed to himself, resting his elbows on the bar.
"Alastor! What the fuck is he doing in here!?"
"You'll like this, Husker. But first, whatever you have that strongest."
"Oh, so you like a stiff drink?" Val purred.
"No, darling. I'm trying to get you drunk~"
Valentino's jaw dropped. His heart swelled. His dick twitched. His nipples and spine were filled with sparkles. Vox's utter betrayal was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Was Alastor flirting with him? Did Alastor want to fuck him? Holy shit, he'd have to find a way to tape it or no one would believe him. Hell, if all he wanted was to get sucked off, Val would hop down to all six right then and there. All he knew in that moment was he needed that crazy smiling red dick.
"That'll be all, Husker," Alastor said in a breezy tone, "Please alert the rest of the hotel to our company and let them know we'd prefer not to be disturbed."
Husk had poured two glasses and set the bottle down and flew away as fast as his wings could carry him. Alastor leaned in ever so slightly, reaching for Valentino's glass so he could hand it to him personally. When their fingers brushed, Val wanted to squeal. Alastor picked up his own drink and clinked their glasses.
"To a wonderful partnership."
"Yes! Yes to all of that!"
Valentino knocked his glass back and as soon as it was set down again, Alastor was topping him off again. Mm~ Topping~
"One more, just for fun," Alastor said.
Valentino threw his drink back and Alastor hissed, immediately holding the bottle again. His shot glass was full. Damn! He could put it away. With a giddy smile, Val held out his empty cup again.
"It seems you like a stiff one," Alastor chuckled, doing him the honors, "Let me sit this round out. I'm afraid I've always been weak to liquor."
"Shut the fuck up, that is so cute!" Val was drinking like there was no tomorrow.
After a few more rounds and some easy conversation, Valentino was really starting to get was Vox was so obsessed with Alastor. He was a pretty cool guy when you got to know him. It was like he knew what you wanted to hear and then just said it. He had one of those smiles that made it feel like he was seeing you just as you'd always wanted to be seen.
"See, that's the thing about Jaws. It's like a big ass shark but I was expecting something sexier. Either way, Vox still blew me. Talk about Jaws." Val threw his head back laughing and Alastor chuckled politely, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Vox never mentioned you were funny," Alastor said smoothly, "Actually, he never mentions you at all. I swear, that man only cares about himself."
"Ugh, right? It's like, what about my needs. You know?"
"What do you need, dear? Tell me."
Val blushed, noting that Alastor's hand hadn't moved from his shoulder. When was the last time he felt this shy? Maybe when he was human? Back during his first time being a pass around party bottom. What a fun night.
"I- You know. I need you to go out with me. Just one date is enough. No one can hurt Vox the way you do. B-But what about you? What do you need, deer?"
Valentino laughed a little nervously at his own joke. Alastor spoke quietly, forcing Valentino to lean in closer. When he did, Alastor's hand fell to cover his.
"I need you, Valentino."
His heart skipped a beat in his dick. Fuck, had Alastor ever said his name before? It was fucking intoxicating. Or maybe that was just the booze?
Alastor crept in closer, tilting his head, "I need you to be mine."
"R-Really? I never would have guessed. You don't seem like the kind of guy who needs anyone."
"Yes, I was like that. But you've changed me. Or maybe," Alastor pulled away slightly and Valentino instinctively lent in, "Maybe I'm just drunk. I'm being silly."
"No, no. It's not silly at all. I mean, our goals align. That's a good thing."
Alastor peered up at him through his long lashes, "A good thing indeed. So why don't we make it official?"
Valentino gulped, a curly smile spreading on his face, "Whatever you say, Papi~"
Before Val realized it, Alastor had placed a pen in his hand and slid a paper over to him. Even with his bad eyesight, he could tell what it was. It was a soul contract. Valentino was dumb, but he wasn't stupid. He wasn't signing that thing.
"Vox would kill me," Val gasped, finding this whole thing harder to resist than he thought.
"Vox wouldn't be able to lay a finger on you. Not while you're beneath me~"
Everything went hazy, but Val stayed strong. His three brain cells started working overtime, but the alcohol and Alastor's sensuality weren't helping. Who knew he had it in him?
"Help me steal you away from Vox, mon cheri~" Alastor practically whimpered, sticking his tongue out and lightly licking Val's cheek.
There was a flash of white and a high pitching sound in Val's ears. He'd blacked out for a split second, just long enough to sign his name like an absolute fucking idiot. Whatever, it was worth it. Throwing away his worries, he wrapped his arms around Alastor, who instantly disappeared into a shadow and reappeared a safe distance away holding the contract.
He was back to acting completely normal. It was a trick after all… Still hot.
"Well then," he said cheerfully, "I suppose we have a deal! Tonight, I'll attend your little party as the perfect date. Once I've fulfilled my end of the bargain, you'll be my slave for all eternity~"
Val dropped his head in despair only for a moment before making himself comfortable again, "You said Vox won't be able to touch me, right?"
"Indeed."
"Then I guess if I don't have to fear for my life, it could be worse."
Alastor opened his hand and the contract disappeared. When he made it into a fist, a glowing golden chain appeared around Valentino's neck and he was roughly yanked across the room, landing hard on his knees right in front of Alastor, who looked down at him like he was lower than dirt. Val couldn't have been more turned on.
"Not one word of this to Vox, dear. Not one word to anyone~"
"Si. Whatever you want, Papi."
Alastor winced, but relented, "Get lost. I don't want to see you until I absolutely have to."
"Wait!"
"What?"
"… Is that what you're wearing tonight?"
Alastor's eyes narrowed.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm sure the animators love having just one outfit to worry about. But like, we could switch it up? I have Vox's credit card. We could even get you a perm."
Alastor's harsh expression softened slightly as he slowly looked away, "I suppose being seen with you preemptively wouldn't be the worst thing. And it is technically part of our contract."
"Yay! Come on! Let's go!"
Val hooked his arm with Alastor and just as he was about to protest, Valentino reminded him that this too was part of their deal.
Meanwhile, Angel was watching from a hiding place higher up wondering what the actual fuck he'd just witnessed.
"Mr. Valentino! Welcome back!" All the shop girls said in unison.
"We need something sexy for my friend here, but not too revealing (unfortunately). Something classic that will make Vox want to kill himself."
"Yes, Mr. Valentino!"
Alastor was abducted and taken to the dressing rooms. Meanwhile, Valentino took a seat outside. Funny, normally Vox was the one sitting here while he tried on outfit after outfit. A glass of champagne was in his hand before he realized and he made quick work of drinking it, flipping through a nearby magazine.
The sound of Alastor struggling quickly pulled his attention away from the various clothes for sale. It was kinda hot. Shit. Yeah. He hoped Alastor would complain a little more loudly. Maybe Val should join him back there. Vox always did, coming in for a sneaky fuck between changes.
Alastor was forced out all dolled up in a wine red silk slip dress with a slit that was up to just beneath his hip. The dress wasn't too low cut, but if Alastor bent over, everyone would be able to see the poorly patched up scar on his chest. Valentino wanted to floss with the stitches while Alastor rode him.
"I am not wearing this," Alastor said, eyes narrow.
"But you look so good!"
"I said I would be the perfect gentleman tonight. Gentlemen wear suits."
"You said you'd be the perfect date. Dates can wear whatever they want."
"Then I want to wear a suit."
Val sighed in frustration, "But you look so hot!!! And I'm about to lose my freedom forever so I might as well assert myself while I still cannnnnnnn."
Alastor groaned, switching tactics, "Tonight is your night, Valentino. I'm something of a mystery around town and I almost never attend parties anymore. If I show up looking like this, I'm sorry to say, no one will even see you. Much less Vox."
Val jumped to his feet, "Holy shit! You're right!"
"Always am."
"We need to get you out of that dress! Here, I'll help you~"
Val spread his wings and flew instantly to Alastor's side. Before he could lay a claw on him, Alastor used his power as his keeper to drop him to his knees again. Shittttt, Val could get used to this~
"Don't look so thrilled. I'm changing. Pick something else out."
"Mm'kay!"
Alastor disappeared back into the changing rooms while Val sifted through the suits. It would be fun if they could match. If only Vox had pissed Val off sooner, there would have been time to special commission something.
"It's for the best Alastor wants to be the man tonight. I look so good in gowns," Val hummed to himself, picking out a black and gold double breasted suit. It was so gaudy. It was perfect!
Tossing it to the working women, he ran back over to the dresses to find something for himself to wear. He found a black leather dress covered in gold chains. It was perfect! And he already owned the perfect boots to wear with it.
When Alastor came back in the new suit, he looked like a million hell bucks. Which was apt, because that's about what it cost.
"Wow! Muy guapo! What do you think?"
Alastor was clearly. feeling himself, even if he didn't want to admit it, "It will suffice."
"You wanna move onto hair?"
"I've got a funny idea, if you'd like to hear?"
"Sure!"
Alastor hopped down and walked toward the jewelry counter. Val followed closely behind. Without hesitating, he plucked two gold rings from behind the counter.
"You said you wanted Vox to kill himself, right? What do you think would happen if we showed up wearing these?"
Valentino lit up like a sky full of fireworks, "Oh, Al! You're a genius! An evil genius!"
"I'm well aware. And it's Alastor. If you do not call me by my name then I will change my mind on the rings."
"Whatever you say, Alastor! You mastermind!"
"Very good," Alastor put on his own ring and paused when Val put his hand forward.
"Put it on me? That's what a gentleman would do."
"Yes, but I'm not a gentleman." Alastor smirked, "What will you give me if I do this for you?"
"Whatever you want, honey~"
Alastor winced, "No pet names."
"What about at the party?"
"Very well. At the party. And at no other time."
"What about master?"
"No thank you."
"Sir?"
Alastor paused and Valentino started doing a little happy dance, "I'll do whatever you say, sir!"
Alastor's eye twitched. Yanking Val's hand closer, he thrust the ring on and promptly walked away. Valentino followed, thinking the night might not go so badly after all.
Vox was cozied up to the aforementioned skank, talking animatedly with business partners and future partners. The evening was going as planned until the crowds went silent. Vox looked around curiously, wondering what exactly had grabbed everyone's attention. Turning around to follow their lines of sight, he was so shocked by what he saw his screen glitched out.
Alastor was at the party in a designer suit with mother fucking Valentino on his arm looking fucking gorgeous. What the fuck was happening!?
Meanwhile, Val glared down at the crowds triumphantly. Alastor took the first step down the grand staircase, holding his hand out to balance Valentino as he elegantly descended… Also his eyesight was shit and without someone holding his hand, he would totally eat shit in front of everyone.
"No one can take their eyes off of you," Alastor said charmingly.
"Off us. And look at Vox. He's blown a fuse," Val smiled brilliantly, earning applause.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to look anywhere but you this evening."
"Sheesh. Were you always this romantic?"
"For better or worse, I'm a man of my word."
"I'll hold you to that."
Once they reached the base of the staircase, Alastor bowed politely, stepping away to gesture to Valentino, who curtsied beautifully. With the wave of his hand, he signaled the band and they started playing even though it wasn't Alastor's party. He commanded any room he entered effortlessly. It was a real turn on for Val.
"May I have this dance?"
"Ugh! Always~"
Alastor took Valentino's hand and placed his other on his waist.
"You can go lower," Val winked, placing his free arms around Alastor, who replied through gritted teeth.
"Don't push it."
Despite the height difference, Alastor was an excellent dance partner. He swept Valentino off his feet, leading him across the dance floor, twirling him, dipping him, showing him off. At one point he even lifted him, which surprised everyone. By the time the song ended, everyone had long quit dancing in favor of watching them. Val relished the attention. If this was the last night of his life, he couldn't have asked for better.
Well. Maybe a little fondling. A kiss could be nice. Some over the panty stuff? Yeah, Val wasn't picky. Just a little friction would go a long way with how good he was feeling.
Alastor guided Valentino off the dance floor over to the refreshments. They each picked up a glass of champagne and made a silent toast to a job well done so far. Just as they were taking their first sips, Vox was tearing through the crowd. While he was smiling, it was obvious to Val he was big time pissed.
Not wanting to draw attention to himself for once, Vox kept his voice low, "Val. What the fuck."
"You had a date for tonight already. What? Did you expect me to come alone?"
"I expected angel."
"Oh please. He's yesterday's news. When Alastor asked me-"
"Alastor asked you!?" Vox raged through gritted teeth.
Alastor wasn't exactly happy with the lie either, but admitting that Val literally sold his soul for this seemed in poor taste for a good date. So he kept his mouth shut, smiling pleasantly, waiting for the anguish of embarrassment to pass.
"Oh, no. Not to the party. I invited him," Val said confidently, raising his hand to show off the ring on his finger, "I was talking about this."
"What!?" Vox was barely holding it together.
"Alastor's idea. He's such a gentleman."
Vox snapped his attention to Alastor, who pulled his hand out from behind his back to reveal a matching ring. Vox's screen cracked.
"M-Married!? You- You-" Vox glitched, facing Valentino again, "You actually got Alastor to marry you!? How the fuck did you pull that off? What- What was the secret!?"
Seriously? His ex was getting fake married and all he could think about was Alastor? Val's eyes narrowed.
Without missing a beat, Alastor stepped between the two of them, taking Valentino's hand in his, "Not that this isn't fun, but I do believe my fiance is ready for another dance. You should go back to your date, Vox. The fact that you abandoned them in the first place is rather unseemly in front of all these people."
Vox wanted to scream but Alastor was right. He couldn't lose face in front of so many wealthy and influential witnesses. Instead, he plotted a fucking murder.
As they started dancing through the crowds, Alastor couldn't help but notice his date was still in poor spirits despite winning the confrontation.
"Smile, dear. It's a party."
"I wasted so much time on that pendejo."
"Don't fret. After all, you've won. Let's be petty and have a good time right in his face."
Alastor twirled Valentino around and he was smiling before he knew it. When they came together again, Val didn't feel so bad anymore.
"You're good at flirting." Val said, "How come I never see you with any bitches?"
"Because you're the only one for me, of course."
"You lie so effortlessly."
"I'm a demon, it's kind of our thing."
Val swooned dramatically, "I don't want this night to end. I'm having so much fun."
"Meanwhile, my fun begins the second we get out of here."
"Oh~" Val straighten up, leaning in close with a coy expression, "What are you gonna do to me when we're all alone~"
Alastor flinched, "That's not what I meant!"
Valentino laughed enchantingly and Vox, at last, wanted to kill himself.
After the party, they ended up walking to Valentino's porn studio since it wasn't too far away. It wasn't like Valentino could go home after the stunt he pulled. He'd wait it out a couple days here, then go home when he figured Vox was the kind of depressed horny that usually got Val out of any accountability.
But then there was the issue of his sold soul… Alastor told him not to tell anyone, so he was cool with keeping it a secret. Hopefully Alastor was cool not making him do anything that would get his ass kicked… or fed to Shok.wav.
Oh fuck. He was fucking shark food!
He better make this night fucking worth it.
As his building came into view, he lightly elbowed his escort, "Walk me to my door?"
Alastor's ears lowered, "The party is over and so is my performance."
"Don't be like that. The night's not over and I'm a dead man walking."
To Val's surprise, Alastor relented, stopping in his tracks to offer the other man his arm. Valentino took it happily. Once they made it to the door, Alastor tried to leave. Val gently took his arm once more, looking at him with pleading eyes.
"A goodnight kiss? It can be a little one."
"You're pushing it."
"Yeah. I figured. Better to die trying than live without."
"Hurry up and go inside so I can go home."
Despite not getting what he wanted, Val still smiled softly down at Alastor, "You really are a man of your word."
Digging through his little beaded bag, he retrieved his key ring and took a second to flip through them to find the right one.
"Hurry up."
"I'm fucking blind," Val hissed, finding the right key and shoving it in Alastor's face so he could get a good look, "It's this one. Next time, you get it."
Val tried jamming the key into the lock only to drop it when he missed the hole. He groaned, hoping Alastor didn't think he was a total fucking moron on purpose. It was an accident ninety percent of the time. As he bent down to retrieve his keys, Alastor stopped him by raising his hand.
"As you've requested, I will get it."
Picking up the keys, he unlocked the door with ease; even going so far as to open it for his date. Val blushed. It was such a simple gesture and yet his heart was racing.
Alastor held out the keys and as soon as Val's hand touched them, Alastor closed his fingers lightly around the other man's. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to Valentino's ring.
"Bonne nuit."
Alastor didn't know what possessed him to do that and he didn't want to know. If anyone asked, he would simply say it was part of their deal and he was a man of his word. He sauntered off into the darkness, humming an old jazz tune as he went.
Val stared long after he'd vanished. When he entered his porn studio, he kicked the door shut behind him and got right to furiously masturbating.