#devilarmsdealer

Starter for @devilarmsdealer | Closed | TBA: Au

[Text; TR:] I rather prefer direct arrangements. You will understand.

He would make no appointment.

Undoubtedly the phone would be traced to try discover the sender, however there would be no personally identifying records tied to it beyond a lone initial - S.

It would be some weeks later that a waiter at a high-brow coastal restaurant was tasked with the passing of a note from one patron to another. The recipient dined infamously, as always with the attention of a young boy who undoubtedly serviced at his beck,

‘Is now amenable? -S’

The note read simply.

Vergil scoffs and turns his head, a firm refusal to answer. It’s obvious in any case. That demon smirked and played coy the entire time, even daring to touch what was his at one point and worse yet, Tony had the nerve to entertain it. Sure he never egged the demon on, never let the touches last more than a moment, but he should’ve resisted more, should have said exactly what Vergil did.

He’s off limits. No one lays a hand on what’s clearly Vergil’s.

If the demon had just taken the warning at face value and listened then this could’ve been avoided. It certainly wasn’t Vergil’s fault that he blacked out once the demon started laughing. He couldn’t be blamed for his actions if he were to be so maliciously prodded and disrespected in such a way. 

@devilarmsdealer

He leaned against the bar’s table, hazy eyes flicking across the entire venue, the faintest taste of alcohol dancing at the tip of his tongue. Tight pants hugged his form, just riding upon his thin waist. Slim fingers pushed back a few strands of black hair from his face. Dyed, of course - silver hair would make him stand out... but then again, with his career, standing out would allow him a bit of an advantage.

But on the other hand, he was already sold for the evening, and merely waiting for his client to arrive, as per their arrangements. It was an attractive deal - quite a lot of money for a mere man like him, and willing to pay a large sum for a simple fuck... and V, being quite strapped for cash, just could not resist.

Yet it was times like these, V couldn’t help but wonder just why this happened to him, to return to this life of selling his body every night to random men and women. He had done it once before, a long time - desperate for food and shelter, willing to do anything to survive. Then he had a taste for power... and overstepped, defeated soundly. Ripped from everything that once defined him... and returning to this life of day to day selling himself, or else perishing upon the streets.

His thoughts were interrupted with a warm body slipping beside him, and a mask of pleasantness drifted onto his face. His lips twisted into a smile, a little more plastic than true.