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“The. Bathroom,” Vox enunciated each word. Mud covered the bathroom in question. Disgusting mud covered the tub, shower, and floor. Not muddy prints. Just piles and piles of mud. Obviously, it was no skin off his back to call up one of his employees and force one of them to clean up the mess, but the fact there was mud to begin with was the problem. 

Adam puffed out his chest and placed his hands on his hips, emanating pride in his stance. “I know, it’s great! You’ve been looking kind of tense, babe, so I thought: what did Eve and I used to do whenever our vibes were getting shot?” Adam smirked. “Mud wrestle.” 

 “Mud wre-”

“One, two, three! Not it!” Adam shoved Vox in the chest. 

Panic zoomed through Vox as his brain rapidly tried to process all the input at once. Adam had shoved him. He was falling. He was falling toward the tub. There was mud. There was-

Vox landed smack dabbed in the middle of the tub. Thick, warm mud oozed around his arms and waist, grabbing at him and sucking him in deeper. It seeped into his sleeves and under his coat, staining his shirt and striped vest. Not even his pants were spared the disaster. Once he stood up, it was going to look like he shat all over himself. 

Vox growled and yanked his arm out of the depths of the mud. Blue sparks surged between his fingers as he gripped the edge of the tub and hoisted himself onto the edge. “You little-” 

Adam stripped off his robe, and the fabric hit the floor with a soft thunk, putting Adam’s voluptuous curves on display. 

Vox’s brain spiraled and frayed, taking in the thick thighs and bush Adam had on him. The prize in between those thighs wasn’t too bad to look at, either. He’d seen Adam naked plenty of times, but damn it if his circuits didn’t go haywire every time he got to see those hairy arms and chest. He was like Pavlov’s dog drooling after Adam’s bone. 

Looking cheeky in more ways than one, Adam bent forward, giving Vox a better view of the curvature of Adam’s ass. He was so focused on that beautiful horizon, he completely ignored Adam scooping up a ball of mud into his hands. 

He did notice, however, when that ball of mud smacked him on the shoulder, staining one of the few clean spots left on Vox’s jacket. 

Adam gripped his undulating belly and cackled. “I can’t believe you just sat there and took it. Come on!” Adam crooked his hand at Vox. “Give me a challenge.” 

Pettiness, annoyance, and excitement surged together, setting off sparks inside Vox. “Oh, you want a challenge, do you?” Vox dipped his hand into the tub and gathered a fistful of mud. “I’ll give you a challenge!” Vox hurled the mud at Adam, hitting him square in the chest. 

Adam scoffed. “Big whoop. Like I said…” Adam bent his knees and lowered his weight, taking a fighting stance. “... come at me.” 

Vox charged at Adam, laughing like a maniac as at the last second he shifted his weight and launched himself at Adam’s side instead of his front. Adam was big and strong—a frontal attack would put Vox at a disadvantage. An unexpected side attack, though? Vox hooked his ankle around Adam’s and swept Adam’s foot out from under him.

Pride swelled in Vox’s chest as Adam flailed and cried out. It was a heady thing, fueling Vox with confidence. 

Until Adam’s hand wrapped around his wrist. 

Adam hit the ground, sending mud splattering onto the walls and cabinets, and Vox toppled on top of him. Vox gasped as his compact frame bounced against Adam’s. He blindly grabbed for purchase and ended up squeezing Adam’s belly. Vox barely had a moment to appreciate the soft fold in his grasp before Adam rolled over and pinned Vox below him. 

Adam’s hair was an unruly mess. Mud coated his stomach, and a splatter covered his right cheek. His grin had taken on a wild edge. He wasn’t just delighted with what they were doing; he was thriving from it. Adam was so happy and excited that he looked rejuvenated. “Pinned ya!” 

“Oh, yeah?” Vox asked as excitement thrummed through him. Whatever Adam was feeling, it was contagious. Suddenly Vox didn’t care about his clothes being ruined or the mess. He just knew that he wanted to get his hands on Adam and cover him with mud.  

Vox grabbed Adam by the shoulders and rolled them over so he was on top. He sat up so he straddled Adam’s waist. He tucked his arms behind his back and tugged on his sleeves. His coat slipped off his shoulders, and Adam’s gaze locked onto the movement. Vox practically purred at the reaction. 

Vox yanked his jacket off and tossed it aside. “There. Now that my arms are free, you should have a bit more of a challenge.” 

“If you really wanna give me a challenge, then you should take off your shirt, too,” Adam eagerly suggested.

“What a great idea!” Vox had already thought of it. He just enjoyed making Adam ask for it, and he knew Adam would ask for it. Adam could be unpredictable, but when it came to removing clothes, Adam was always an advocate for it. 

Vox loosened his tie, slipped it off from his neck, and let it fall onto Adam’s chest. Instead of moving to avoid the tie, Adam remained still, captivated by Vox undressing. Vox slowly removed his vest, delighting in Adam’s attention. He’d always been drawn to the spotlight, and while his current audience was only one person, he wanted to be center-stage in their world. 

Vox tossed aside his vest, not caring where it landed. His fingers went to the top button on his shirt. He purposefully fumbled with the button, knowing that it would agitate Adam. 

Adam’s annoyed little huff was the sweetest sound. “Just rip it off. Not like you can’t buy a new one.” 

Vox undid the top two buttons, revealing a hint of his chest, which Adam’s gaze honed in on. “Just because I can spend money doesn’t mean I want to. Spending money on frivolous shit is how you go bankrupt.” 

Adam scoffed and rolled his eyes. “How many times have you said that to your boy toy?”

Vox messed up undoing his next button. He glowered at Adam as he pointedly said, “I don’t know. How many times have I said that to you?” 

Adam threw back his head and let out a bark of laughter. “Me? Your boy toy? We’re barely friends with benefits. You know exactly who I’m talking about.” 

Vox did, and he really didn’t want to be thinking about Valentino when Adam was naked underneath him. “You want this mud wrestling thing to lead to sex?” 

A smirk curled the corner of Adam’s mouth. “Yeah.” 

“Then no talking about other partners.” Vox covered Adam’s mouth with his palm to make a point. 

A wicked glint sparked in Adam’s eyes. Adam dragged his tongue along Vox’s palm. 

Vox shuddered as his body temperature rose with desire. He removed his palm from Adam’s mouth to see a self-satisfied and lazy smile on Adam’s lips. Adam arched his back, pushing his lower half against Vox’s in a way that was so tantalizing, Vox had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning. 

Adam shifted his hips, and Vox’s world tilted. He locked his thighs around Adam’s waist as he was flipped onto his back. The new position put Adam kneeling between Vox’s legs. Wasn’t that a beautiful sight? Especially when Adam placed his warm, calloused hands on Vox’s chest, dragged them down, and-

“Hey!” Vox shouted as Adam yanked on the shirt hard enough to pop the remaining buttons off. “What did I just say?”

Adam scoffed. “Relax, babe, I’ll sew them back on.” Adam held up one hand in the air and placed the other over his heart. “Swear it.” 

“Since when do you sew?” Vox would have thought that Adam would consider that particular skill too “feminine” for him.

Adam shrugged. “Like I know. It’s been forever since I started. Trust me, babe, you and your shirt are in good hands.” Adam laid his palm on Vox’s pelvis and slid it down until the heel of his palm was hovering a centimeter away from Vox’s dick. 

Fucking tease. 

Vox gripped Adam by the back of the neck and yanked his head down. “If you’re lying-”

“That would be the stupidest shit to lie about.” Adam rolled his eyes. 

“If you’re lying,” Vox repeated, “I’m moving you to one of the cheaper suites and you’ll have to work to pay for your living expenses. Got it?”

Adam dipped his finger into the mud beside Vox’s head and flicked it onto Vox’s cheek. “Got it, babe.” His other hand gripped the waistband of Vox’s trousers. “You want help out of these?” 

Vox wrestled with his response. The fact that Adam didn’t take his threat seriously made him bristle. However, his desire to enjoy Adam’s physical company grew stronger with each second Adam was naked and between his legs. 

And it wasn’t like berating Adam was going to get him anywhere. 

Adam popped the corn puff he’d offered Vox into his mouth. He smacked his lips loudly as he sank deeper into the cozy couch cushions. His tank top rode up his waist, revealing his round belly and the thick happy trail that dipped below the waistband of Adam’s boxers. Vox’s gaze followed the boxers down Adam’s equally thick and hairy legs. 

Adam was a gross, sloven sight that any person in their right mind would find disgusting. 

Vox wasn’t in his right mind. Instead of disgust coiling in his gut, warmth gathered below his waist and his trousers became just the slightest bit tighter. There was something confident about Adam’s appearance that rubbed Vox the right way. Adam didn’t care what others thought; he did what he wanted, even if he looked like trash while doing it.

Vox hated it. He hated how with a lazy, arrogant smile, Adam pulled at him like a magnet. He was dismissive, rude, and didn’t give a shit about others. 

It was the same quality that had attracted him to Alastor and Valentino, but at least they knew how to dress and put on an entertaining show. 

Adam was a mess, though. 

A hot mess. 

Adam’s pink tongue poked out of his mouth as he licked the cheese off his fingers. 

“Do you realize how much money you cost me?” Vox demanded, shoving aside his attraction to Adam. An arduous task, as Vox had to fight off mental images of what else Adam could do with his tongue.

“No,” Adam contentedly answered as he finished cleaning his fingers. He rolled up the top of the bag of corn puffs, then tossed it onto the coffee table. He rolled onto his hip to face Vox better. The movement tugged his waistband down his other hip, revealing more skin. Adam licked his lips as he rested his cheek on his palm. “What’s the big deal? Can’t you just make more money?”

God, this fucking idiot. He didn’t know the first thing about money. When Vox had offered to house and provide for Adam in exchange for Adam’s help with taking down Alastor and his royal buddies, Vox thought that he’d gotten the better of the deal. 

He hadn’t realized he’d agreed to house a pampered princess. 

“It’s not that simple,” Vox answered. 

“Then make it simple. Aren’t you like the richest guy in Hell, anyway? Besides that dickbag Lucifer.”

Pride swelled in Vox’s chest. He wasn’t the richest, but he was very close. He had more money than several of the Ars Goetia. “Regardless, I’ve invested a lot of money in you, and you haven’t held up your end of the bargain.”

Adam rolled his eyes. “I offered to slaughter that stupid radio demon weeks ago. You’re the one who told me it isn’t time yet. So is it time now?”

Unfortunately, Adam made an excellent point. Vox was slowly destroying the reputation of Alastor and the Royal Family while also targeting the sinners living in the hotel. He didn’t want to bring out Adam until his enemies were on their last legs. Then he’d send Adam to finish them off, and he’d take over as King of Hell. 

“That’s what I thought,” Adam said with that damn arrogant smile that sent a pleasant pulse of electricity through Vox. 

“You’re still costing me money,” Vox stated petulantly. 

“What do you want me to do?” Adam raised his voice and gestured at Vox. “Suck your dick?”

Sparks went off inside of Vox as images of Adam on his knees and sucking him off bombarded him. The rush of power that flowed through him was intoxicating. “Yes.”

Adam’s eyes widened and his eyebrows shot up his forehead. His mouth hung up a little, previewing what Adam’s mouth might look like around his dick. Adam’s mouth snapped shut. Anger knitted his brow as he threw his arm up in aggravation. “Why the fuck didn’t you just say so?”

“You’ll do it?” Disbelief warred with the heat rising in Vox’s body. He’d been certain Adam would say he wouldn’t do it because it would be too “gay.” 

“Fuck yeah. The sex bots stopped being hot like a month ago. I’ll take whatever dick or pussy you can give me.” Adam scooted over to the arm of the couch and bent over it, reaching for the button on Vox’s pants. “Get this shit off already.” 

Vox chuckled as he reached for the button and undid it himself. He was about to get the most expensive blow job he’d ever paid for.