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Alastor shifted nervously from hoof to hoof, leaned more heavily against his pimp's side. Felt the hand on his shoulder give him a reassuring squeeze in exchange. He was still relatively new, having only signed his contract a few short weeks ago, and up until that point, he'd only done the typical pornstar things. A short film, a few photoshoots, mostly just exploring exactly what kind of persona they wanted him to portray.
He'd never had Valentino personally take an interest in him, and especially not ask to be accompanied to a meeting with the other Vees.
The freaking Vees. Arguably the most powerful Overlords in Hell all in one room. And then, him. A nobody who sold his soul for a job that disgusted him because he had nothing else.
But if Valentino was seeking him out... that was a step in the right direction. Still, he couldn't help the fear.
"Is it really okay for me to attend?" Alastor asked, voice small.
"Of course, amorcito!" Valentino reassured, pulling him closer, "I'm inviting you, my permission is all you need."
Somehow, Alastor doubted that, but he wasn't about to challenge an overlord and certainly not one as famously volatile as Valentino. He did have one more question however.
"Didn't you just have a meeting?"
The doors opened then and Valentino was stepping through without hesitation, firm hold ensuring Alastor could do nothing but go along with him, "Yeah, he likes to talk." He answered in a purr, taking his seat and pulling Alastor into his lap, "But you don't have to listen, you can just focus on me, baby."
Freezing claws closed around Alastor's shoulder, "I said to come alone, Val." The tone was stern, irritated.
Ice seeped into his veins, an uncontrollable shiver taking over him. Stupid. Of course, it wasn't okay. He shouldn't have listened to Valentino, should have refused, accepted whatever punishment he was given for disobeying, because it had to be better than this.
Quite literally caught between two immensely powerful Overlords known for their violent fights.
"And I said your meetings are fucking boring and I need a little company if I'm going to make it through." Valentino growled in response, his grip on Alastor unyielding.
"When has a whore ever helped you focus?"
Fuck. It was so over. Goodbye, short afterlife-
"Pack it in!" Velvette scolded sharply, interrupting Alastor's mounting panic attack, "Sorry to cut the pissing contest short, boys, but we all have places to be. Let's get on with it."
There was a crackle of static, every hair on Alastor's body raising as the hand moved from his shoulder to his jaw, squeezing it painfully. He was forced to twist, crane his neck at an unnatural angle to look the TV demon in the eye.
Vox's grin was wide, taking up most of his screen, but there was nothing friendly about it, "You keep your whore mouth shut for the entirety of this meeting and after, do you hear me? If word gets out about what was discussed here today, I'll know exactly who it came from and you'll be shark food before you can even think to beg for mercy."
Alastor decided in that moment that he hated Vox.
He wasn't about to let loose an insult that would get himself killed though, so he readied a perfunctory 'Yes, sir'.
Only for it to die on his lips as he was tugged from Vox's grasp.
Valentino held him tightly, large body curling over him. He was so close that his hot breath made a large, furred ear twitch as he growled a low, "Mine."
Oh, that was... really nice. The possessiveness he could do without, perhaps, the Vees may own his soul but he was no pet, but to have someone threaten violence over him, for him... that felt good. The power radiated off of Valentino, the strength so obvious in the way he gripped Alastor, carefully controlled so as not to crush and bruise.
Vox sniffed, shoved at Valentino's face as he stepped away, rounded his desk.
The tension in the air diffused somewhat, even as Valentino snapped his jaw shut and let out a lot growl, and then a huff. He relaxed after, pulled Alastor just that little bit closer until there was no space between their stomachs.
"I summoned you both here because we need to talk about your recent public... displays." Vox started, and then focused his attention on Velvette.
Lips found Alastor's throat, teeth giving teasing little nips and he was promptly distracted from their back and forth.
"Are you alright, amorcito? That mean old flatface, didn't scare you, did he?" Valentino questioned in a murmur, lips brushing sensitive skin with each word.
Alastor shivered, clung to Valentino's mane as he tried to formulate a response, "N-no. It'll take a lot more than that to put me off."
"Well, that's good, you are too delicious to let slip away so soon-"
"And Valentino," Vox enunciated, "You cannot keep hitting Angel Dust in public. It's, hah-" He paused, smothering a laugh, "No, it's- it's not! It's not funny anymore."
Valentino scoffed, "When have I ever hit him?"
There was a spark of electricity, the sound of something flicking on, and Alastor tried to turn to look, but was stopped by Valentino gasping and scrambling to cover his ears, "Vox! Not in front of the new hires!"
Vox laughed behind him and continued on his speech.
"Don't you listen to him." Valentino cooed, capturing Alastor's chin in golden claws, blood red eyes locked on his own, "I do not hit my beloved whores, not as long as they behave, and you're so well behaved, amorcito."
Alastor resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He could count on both hands the number of times he'd personally witnessed the exact opposite, but he kept his mouth shut. "Thank you, daddy." He whispered back, the response rolling off of his tongue so easily. He knew how to play a role, tell people what they wanted to hear until he'd earned their trust. He had been a prolific serial killer in life, after all, the only thing that eventually stopped his reign of terror was a damn hunter mistaking him for a deer.
"Good boy." Valentino purred, laying the praise on thick.
Alastor couldn't deny that he liked it, wondered what he could do to drag more praise from those lips. If he moved his hips in a slow grind, or tugged at a feathered antennae, if his own teeth pierced tender flesh.
Valentino groaned loudly against him, drowning out Vox's ramblings about 'perfection' and 'petty bullshit'. "Tease." He hissed, "Don't rile me up like that when I can't take you here." He bit at Alastor's shoulder, hard enough to draw blood, then lathed his tongue over it. His hands kept the deer from squirming away, forced him to endure the sweet pain of his warning.
Vox was still droning on in the background, but Alastor was doing exactly as he was told at the beginning and focusing on Valentino. He hated the job, being a whore, but who enjoyed work? At least with Valentino, he could stand to gain something. He had a favourite already, that Angel Dust, but if Alastor played his cards right, did as he was told, accompanied the Overlord like a perfect pet- no, piece of arm candy, he could start working his way up.
At least that's what he told himself, as he grimaced at Vox crudely pantomiming jerking someone off.
He couldn't help the way his ears twisted to follow Vox's movements as he made his way back to his desk, climbed atop it.
"But I think we can spin that! I think we can use the hotel's reputation, and Hell's renewed hope, and start a Hell wide uprising against Heaven! With us at the top, huh?"
Now wasn't that something? A novel idea.
Valentino chose that moment to rejoin the conversation, chin resting on Alastor's shoulder as he spoke up, "Uh... I know you won't believe this, but I don't understand..."
Vox let out a long suffering sigh, "Okay, from the top! And I'll try to go slow."
It was beautiful. So perfectly evil. Alastor didn't know much about the princess, or her war against the exorcists - he'd died just before it happened and had been a little too busy with his new job to pay attention - but the concept of redemption seemed ridiculous. The princess herself woefully naiive, and she needed to get smart quick. It left her open, vulnerable.
Vox wasn't any better. He had a single minded obsession, and it was already fraying the fragile connections between him and the other Vees.
A plan was forming in Alastor's own mind, slotting together piece by piece the longer Vox went on, and oh it was clever.
By the end of it, Alastor was certain to come out on top, free of his contract and the most powerful sinner in all of Hell.
"And! When this baby reaches the top... bam! And that's how we'd rule Heaven!" Vox finished and took a second to catch his breath from the long winded rant, before asking, "Any questions?"
"Okay but, like, I don't get it." Valentino admitted. Poor, stupid, perfect Valentino. He'd be the key to Alastor's plan. "Why do we even need to rule Heaven? How would we, like... get up there?"
"Semantics, Val." Vox responded curtly, and launched into another speech about strategies and each Vee's particular role.
"Ugh, I'm so bored." Valentino groaned into red hair.
At some point he'd lit his cigarette, and Alastor could feel smoke curling around the tiny forks of his antlers as Valentino exhaled. He let out a little laugh, snuggling under Valentino's chin, cute and innocent, "Do I- um..." He trailed off, fidgeting.
"Do you what, baby?" Valentino encouraged gently, slender fingers stroking up and down Alastor's bare thighs.
"Do I have to return to work after this?" Alastor asked quietly, resisting the urge to bite his lip, "Can't we... find something fun to do together?"
"Oh, I like the way you think, Bambi. I might know a few things." The words were uttered against a fluffy ear, and were filled with promise, "Would you like to see my penthouse? I have a minibar filled with the finest spirits, and a candy drawer that you can help yourself too, if you'd like." The next part was punctuated with a roll of Valentino's hips, "And I have a toybox, filled with everything you could possibly imagine, and more, how does that sound?"
Alastor's breath stuttered, his grip on Valentino's mane so tight, it had to hurt. He told himself that his reaction was just excitement at how damn easy it was to manipulate the Overlord, and not that he was genuinely getting distracted from his grand plan. "I like it." He breathed.
"Good boy. That's what daddy likes to hear."
What felt like hours later, Vox finally wrapped up the meeting, shooing the other two Vees out of his office with a forced smile and promise they'd all eat dinner together later that night.
Valentino stood, stretched all six of his long, long limbs, and then tucked Alastor under his lower left arm again as he herded him away.
"You know..." Alastor spoke up, loud enough for Vox to still hear as they walked away, "He's not very nice to you, is he? And you're supposed to be partners- business partners, but he just bosses you around and treats you like you're stupid."
A piercing static filled the air and Alastor glanced back.
Found Vox sitting behind his desk, several screens pulled up around him, but he wasn't looking at any of them, instead glaring daggers right at him.
Alastor grinned, unnaturally wide, and waved goodbye.