Valastor Week 2026

Given that there was no answer Valentino listened for the sound of music or static and found a very morose hum coming from Vox’s bedroom.

It was one of the few rooms in the apartment that had remained as it had been since Valentino had rerouted Vox’s recovery.

The noise was the loudest outside of Vox’s room.

The bedroom that had seldom been used in the last three years.

Part of what they had to do to keep Vox from learning that he had failed to come back together multiple times was to keep up the pretense that only a few months had passed.

The one time that Vox learned that his plan had failed, it caused Vox to reset back to almost baseline. Worst of all, Alastor had been upset.

The entire Pride Ring still talks about the destruction Alastor rained on the unfortunate souls that had to bear his wrath. They had no idea what the source of Alastor’s murderous rampage had been, but Valentino remembered the despair.

Since then, he and Alastor have agreed to keep Vox blissfully ignorant of his technological difficulties. Which means that there are things that repeat often. Recently, they had their seventh ‘first’ time together in three years. Valentino enjoyed himself, and so did Alastor but the aftermath usually leaves his deer feeling conflicted.

Valentino finds Alastor sitting in the dark. His gaze a million miles away.

“Alastor?” Valentino states from the doorway.

“Hmmmm, oh evening Valentino…. It seems time got away from me I fear dinner will be a light affair tonight,” Alastor responds and looks around the darkened room as if he is realizing where he is.

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll get something ready, give me twenty minutes, ok?” Valentino requests and Alastor nods in agreement. His gaze going back to the empty space around him.

Valentino should have expected something like this. Even if Alastor tried to pretend that he wasn’t frustrated by Vox’s delay, Valentino knew better. When Valentino finished getting Alastor of something changed.

As soon as Vox left Alastor got up and left as well. Valentino didn’t see him until days later when the contract mandated it. Alastor barely looked at him.

After that Valentino had been at a loss. He approached Rosie and asked her for insight which he gladly gave.

He figured that he should do as she directed him. It illustrates go better with dinner.

Valentino quickly throws together a pasta.

Alastor has taught him how to cook over the time that they have been spending together and now he is an even better cook than he was before.

Valentino turns on the radio to a slow station that Alastor prefers and he is plating the dishes when Alastor appears his smile more forced than usual but he is at least looking at him.

Alastor pours some wine and they sit and eat in silence.

“I had hoped that it would be different this time,” Alastor says breaking the silence.

“I know, he’ll come back one day,” Valentino lies. He knows that Vox will not come back until he decides to reconnect all the wires. Valentino rises and goes to place a consoling arm around Alastor who at first resists the embrace and then sighs.

“Want to tell me what is bothering you. It isn’t the first time…” Valentino begins and Alastor pushes himself free from Valentino after a breath.

“I think that the next time Vox suggests that we…move our physical relationship forward that we should say no,” Alastor answers as he moves away from his hardly touched plate. He grabs the wine glass and walks away from Valentino walking back to towards Vox’s room.

“Why?” Valentino asks.

“It isn’t necessary to uphold the contract, and…you don’t want this,” Alastor explains as he motions to himself.

Valentino looms over the slim figure peering at him as if Alastor has just announced that he has decided to pursue salvation.

“Do you have any idea how much I want you?” Val whispers in Alastor’s ear.

“Don’t…don’t say that…don’t say things you don’t mean,” Alastor argues.

“I mean it, look, I will say thatI didn’t want this when it started. Neither of us did but I want you now,” Valentino responds.

“Valentino, don’t. If Vox knew what it took to make you… he wouldn’t want. He wouldn’t suggest it if he knew you didn’t seek it. He wanted us to get to know each other and see if we were capable of being together and we could work if he was…” Alastor trails off when he hears Valentino squeak indignantly and then growl.

“Every time Vox compiles himself enough he always wants to see you and I together, what is left of him still wants us together and more importantly I want you!” Valentino huffs.

“We have learned to live and work together but you don’t want me. You only touch me when…” Alastor finds himself pinned against a wall before he can finish his statement.

Valentino loves being this close to him. Loves feeling their size difference. Loves knowing that Alastor could leave, if he didn’t want to be in this position Alastor would rip off his arms, thrown him back, dig those deadly teeth into his flesh and take a chunk out. Instead he feels Alastor’s breathing speed up, inhale his scent and get drunk on Valentino’s smoke.

Valentino moves his lower set of hands to hold Alastor’s hips as he works his leg between the deer sinner’s thighs.

“Do you have any idea how much I want you?” Valentino asks.

Alastor shakes his head even as he bucks up against Valentino’s groin. It seems that his husband wants Valentino.

“Valentino, we shouldn’t,” Alastor objects, but he bares his neck, offering it up to Valentino and Valentino leans down to inhale the smell that drives him mad.

It had been torture to spend time next to Alastor, to catch this scent briefly and then have to hold himself back, and now it seems that he hasn’t been the only one denying himself. Valentino grins himself against Alastor and hears him groan.

“You want this! Why haven’t you said anything? I would be more than happy to fulfill your needs,” Valentino point out and Alastor bites back a whine.

“And after wards, you will fulfill your needs elsewhere, It will drive us apart. Everything that we have will end up in ashes. Everything Vox has done will be gone. A little frustration isn’t worth that,” Alastor pushes against him and Valentino yields even as he follows. Takes some large steps so he stops Alastor from entering Vox’s room.

“Have you really not noticed?” Valentino opens up his shirt and revels in the way that Alastor looks at him. Notes that he seems interested in his nipple piercings.

“I will not allow momentary wants to destroy everything Vox sacrificed for,” Alastor screams. His eyes are sharp, he has elongated himself to meet Valentino’s gaze head on. Anyone else would be terrified but Valentino smirks.

“I am glad that Vox failing to recompile finally forced us to talk about this, I care about Vox dearly. I am thankful to him for everything he and I accomplished together. I wouldn’t destroy anything he sacrificed to build,” Valentino argues.

“You don’t have to intentionally destroy something to turn it to ashes. I will not risk everything we have…I will not pay Vox’s sacrifice back by throwing it away,” Alastor argues and he steps back.

“I am thankful to Vox, and I am not throwing anything away,” Valentino spits out the words. Can see that Alastor notices how hard it is for Valentino to recognize that.

Watches Alastor fix him with those eyes.

“I am thankful for this marriage it has allowed our ventures, our holdings, our power, our money to grow despite his absence, but I am thankful to him most of us for allowing me to get to know you. I swear I wouldn’t throw Vox’s plans away. I know it isn’t much the word of an old whore…” Valentino groans.

“Do not call yourself that,” Alastor snaps his teeth as h berates Valentino

“Darling, I know I can’t replace him, but I would be an idiot if I was I spend eternity by your side and didn’t see to your needs, particularly when I want to. What kind of idiot would I be if I denied myself the chance to be with you in all ways,” Valentino points out.

“Because you are bound to me?” Alastor asks. Valentino leans against the wall, they have walked away from Vox’s room and are now back closer to the living room. The sight of the couch in the dimly lit living room brings back a memory.

“Do you remember about two years ago, I came home for dinner and you had some murder Radio show on?” Valentino asks.

Since then he and Alastor have been listening to some of his favorite shows over the last two years.

“Of course I do, what does that have to do with anything?” Alastor asks

“Remember when the days lined up and you let me sit next to you to fulfill the embrace condition on the contract and we listened to the show? You relaxed and laid your head on my chest, and then sat bolt upright,” Valentino recalls.

He removes his shirt completely, showing Alastor every muscle across his abdomen.

“Yes, I could still smell your actors on you….” Alastor remembers aloud.

“And you used your little radio waves to convince me to take a shower,” Valentino teases.

“It was revolting to smell them on you,” Alastor retorts and walks in front of Valentino to said living room as if escaping the memory.

“Ha, remember how I called you out on it?” Valentino presses further.

At that Alastor blushes, learning that Valentino had recognized when Alastor was manipulating the sound waves around them to influence his behavior had been a critical part of their relationship.

“I do, please put your shirt back on,” Alastor turns away from the sight of Valentino bare chest, the chain sways slightly as he walks.

“What did I say?” Valentino walks slowly to close the distance so he is only an arms length away.

“That I should have just told you,” Alastor recalls.

“Very good advice. Please look at me,” Valentino requests and he moves closer so his chest will be at Alastor’s eye-line. Alastor has just echoed Rosie’s words without knowing.

“So?” Alastor asks still keeping his face turned from Valentino.

“What can you pick up on now?” Valentino asks.

Valentino encroaches his space again. Offering up his body for Alastor to touch. For Alastor to scent. Alastor steps forward and inhales.

He can only smell Valentino.

“You,” ALastor confirms aloud

“I haven’t had a lover in years. It felt awful to see what it was doing to you, how it was driving you away. First I stopped sleeping with people before coming over here, and then the day before as well. A sacrifice that turned out to not be much of a sacrifice.Do you have any idea how much that shook me? When I realized how much I was willing to give up for your comfort?. Then I asked you if you thought it would be a good move to bring Angel and Husk in to manage the porn branch and you agreed,” Valentino announces.

Alastor turns but looks straight into his eyes not the gold chain.

“Val…we wouldn’t work. You like sleeping with other people,” Alastor argues.

“Papacito, I just told you I have been celibate aside from my hands, and have you really not noticed that we spend most days together. Even if it isn’t necessary. Not to mention how much I look forward to going down on you,” Valentino flexes his hands and sees the way that Alastor’s eyes follow his muscles. Valentino reaches for Alastor but the latter widens the space between them. His eyes dart back and forth as if processing what Valentino has said, they do spend most of their days together. Their encounters are very pleasurable.

“For now, you will change your mind sooner or later. Overlords don’t change, and I wouldn’t be able to have sex with you and see you move on to the next person. I am not Vox,” Alastor snaps angrily.

“Thank goodness,” Valentino exclaims with an exaggerated hand movement.

His dramatics win him a genuine smile from Alastor, but he still turns to walk away.

Fuck, here goes nothing thinks Valentino.

“If I made a deal with you that I would only satisfy my sexual needs within our marriage, would that make you change your mind?” Valentino asks.

“Why would you do that?” Alastor asks stopping where he stands

“Because I want to be your husband in every way that counts. I want you to be my husband in every way as well,” Valentino explains. Alastor inhales sharply at that, Valentino doesn’t miss the way his ears twitch in interest.

“You already have most of that. It isn’t a smart deal, what would you want from me?” Alastor asks, he can’t help himself he wants to know how far he can push Valentino.

“For you to let me into your bed. To fuck, to sleep, be with you,” Valentino informs him.

“You know I would ensure that I would have the right to deny you. Why would you want to sleep next to me,” Alastor points out as he turns around.

“You could but I know you won’t want to, I’ll make sure you won’t want to be anywhere else,” Valentino promises. They talk briefly but succinctly working out terms is easy for them. They are circling each other as if they are dancing.

Valentino holds his hand out to formalize the deal, Alastor looks at one of those many hands.

“Valentino, if you break this deal it will have bad consequences for you,” Alastor points out while he wraps his arms around himself. Valentino can tell he wants to take the deal.

Valentino hums and laughs, never has he had to fight someone to make such a disadvantageous deal. Of course it is Alastor, Valentino steps closer till he places his lower hands around Alastor’s waist. Alastor shudders beneath his touch.

Valentino takes Alastor’s face in his other hands and grabs Alastor’s face gently.

“I don’t want you to have any reservations. Though I will point out that knowing that you would rip me apart and eat my organs if I were to be stray is more than enough of a deterrent. One which I find strangely hot in a murderous possessive way,” Valentino counters and laughs as Alastor rolls his eyes at him and pulls Valentino’s hands off him. Valentino allows it for now.

“Only you would make a kink out of getting ripped apart,” Alastor laughs and pushes against his chest but Valentino gently takes his hand and leans down to kiss it.

“Maybe, or maybe I just realized that being with you is more satisfying that being with anyone else,” Valentino confesses and watches as Alastor blushes. This time the latter doesn’t pull away from him. Alastor is eyeing his mouth as if he can recall how much pleasure Valentino can wring from him with it.

“It’s a deal,” Alastor announces and Valentino grins widely.

“Let’ seal it with a kiss mi amor,” Valentino brings his mouth down on Alastor’s and kisses him slowly. Feels the deal, the promise that they have just made bind them more completely than before.

“Val,” Alastor gasps.

“What is it? We don’t have to do anything you don’t want,” Valentino reminds him. Alastor eyes their surroundings as if they are being watched.

“I want to continue but can we go to your apartment?” Alastor asks and Valentino pulls Alastor flush against him.

“It’s one floor down, do you want to use your shadows? Or shall I carry you down in my arms?” Valentino asks, and even though Alastor’ shadows envelop them a second later he doesn’t miss the way that Alastor’ eyes widen with interest.

They can explore that later.

The layout to Valentino’s apartment is the same as Vox’s. Slowly he has changed his style to something more befitting to the head of Voxtek, and mixed in some more elegant style choices after bringing Alastor here. They don’t spend as much time here but after tonight that will change.

Valentino has pressed Alastor against him and nuzzles his face into the side of Alastor’s face, feels the way that his ears flick against his head.

“Can I kiss my husband?” Valentino asks and purrs when he feels the way that Alastor responds to that word. The deer demon turns his head and meets his lips in a soft kiss that lingers

Valentino presses Alastor against a wall as they keep on kissing.

Valentino’s multiple arms map Alastor’s body. It is the first time he has been allowed to touch him because Alastor wants it. There is no Vox prattling filth in the background.

Valentino can only hear Alastor’s pleased hums, hears the radio that matches the one upstairs turn on and begin to play a slow tune. He feels the way those deadly claws dig into his shoulders.

Alastor goes limp as Valentino strokes him and slowly Valentino starts peeling off Alastor’s clothes as he leads him to the bed.

They have done this before but Valentino never gets tired of the sight of Alastor, but given that this is the first time that they are doing this in his room. Valentino is savoring each moment.

When Alastor lays back on Valentino’s bed he looks as if he has belonged there. Amidst the crimson sheets that may now match his suit.

“Are you just going to stare?” Alastor teases.

“I am trying to commit this to memory,” Valentino argues and wraps his hands around that tiny waist and pulls Alastor to the edge of the bed before he kneels on the floor and begins kissing Alastor’s legs slowly working his way upwards.

Alastor parts his legs and Valentino sees how wet he already is.

“Oh, someone has been wanting this for a while,” Valentino teases as Alastor gasps a he feels that long tongue lick his inner thighs.

“Ah! As if you haven’t been walking around hard for hours after I embrace you,” Alastor responds as Valentino kisses his cunt and traces a long stripe with his tongue.

“Oh so you have noticed, did you like knowing that? Knowing that just touching you was enough to get me going. I could watch the filthiest porn and it wouldn’t do what you do by just being near me,” Valentino informs Alastor before he latches on to the swollen clit that id begging for his mouth.

Alastor exhales helplessly.

“Oh, Valentino, don’t stop,” Alastor keens as he feels his orgasm approaching. His thighs tremble one of Valentino’s set of hands keeps him from closing his legs around the moth’s head and Valentino doesn’t stop, licking and sucking until Alastor whines.

Valentino pulls away and looks at the sight of Alastor blissed out, his cunt pulsing around nothing. He moves so he joins Alastor on the bed and strokes his legs, hips, torso. It is overwhelming to be touched by someone that has so many hands

Eventually one of those hands goes back to Alastor’s clit and teases him, as one hand pulls him in for desperate kisses.

“Prettiest pussy I have ever seen,” Valentino growls in Alastor’s ear as he pinches Alastor’s clit and makes him keen.

Alastor starts to grind against Valentino’s hand but Valentino just teases that tight opening.

“Don’t lie,” Alastor whines as he continues searching for something more to satisfy him.

“I’m not lying, you know I know what I am talking about. The prettiest pussy, the prettiest face, the most sinful body, and I am the only one that gets to see it,” Valentino growls and leans down to kiss Alastor and suck his nipple in his mouth. Lying next to him like this is getting Valentino drunk. The feel of that slim body reacting to his touch. How many times has he thought about this in the last few years.

“You could rule Hell with just your body alone. I swear if Lucifer knew what you have under those clothes he would have claimed you,” Valentino asserts with a hitch in his throat.

Valentino realizes that is the truth even as Alastor voices his doubts.

Alastor is highly desirable in so many ways and losing him now seems inconceivable. For all his cruelty and machinations for power he is someone that takes care of those he cares about.

Valentino again thanks Vox’s obsession for letting him claim Alastor for his own. A lucky turn of events that has made this possible. Alastor moaning his name as Valentino hods him

“And then there is your drive, your viciousness and that twisted, intelligent brain of yours. Oh honey that is the sexiest thing,” Valentino feels Alastor cum against his hand, feels how much slick had gathered there after teasing him

Alastor sighs as he watches Valentino lick the fingers that have been teasing his cunt.

“Divine,” Valentino groans as that long, supple tongue slowly cleans those clever fingers.

“Valentino, please,” Alastor pleads.

“What do you want baby, tell me,” Valentino asks

“Inside, I want you inside,” Alastor whimpers needing and Valentino moves to his knees to grant his request.

Valentino settles his muscular body between Alastor’s trembling thighs. Holds the back of Alastor’s thighs open on his lower set of hands before looming over Alastor’s body and threading his fingers though Alastor’s hands. Valentino kisses Alastor again, dragging his heavy, thick cock so it gets coated in Alastor’s fluids. Looking at how big his cock looks when it lays atop Alastor’s belly makes him drool with anticipation and Valentino fears that he is going to turn into a sex fiend. Still he rolls his hips so his cock head teases Alastor’s twitching cunt. Alastor’s breathing increases with each teasing roll.

“Valentino, now, please,” Alastor cries and Valentino releases Alastor’s hands and guides Alastor to hold onto his shoulder. Alastor whines in distress and writes underneath him.

“Shhh, I will soon,” Valentino kisses that mouth again and works a hand between them so he can position his cock. Valentino kisses Alastor again and rests his forehead against Alastor’s as he drives himself into his tight cunt.

“Valentino…ohh…” Alastor whispers a note of distress. Alastor is gripping him so tight it is almost painful. Very inch that Valentino goes in molds to his cock

“You fit me like a glove,” Valentino snarls and Alastor jerks his hips so Valentino follows his movements and bottoms out. Feels his heavy balls make contact with Alastor’s ass. Nothing has ever felt this satisfying.

Valentino looks down to see that his cock is causing a visible belly bulge that look grotesque and sacred. He wants this every night.

He is the only one that gets to see Alastor like this. Impaled and begging on his cock. Alastor’s thighs press against his waist urging him for more, and Valentino begins to thrusts into his waiting heat till Alastor can only gasp and clench around his length.

Valentino raises Alastor’s legs and folds him into a mating press so Alastor can see how Valentino fills him. So he can always know that he is the only one capable of doing this to him.

Valentino kisses Alastor and the latter holds his face as if trying to devour him. Valentino feels the way that Alastor starts trembling and clenching around his length and he knows that Alastor s close.

“There you go baby, be good for me and let yourself go, let your husband take care of you,” Valentino hums and groans as sharp nails dig into his bicep.

“Val,” Alastor moans.

Alastor’s eyes are glazed over with lust and need and his thighs free themselves from Valentino’s grip and wrap around Valentino’s waist as if urging him deeper.

Insatiable little deer.

Valentino tries to move a leg so he doesn’t finish inside Alastor unsure if he wants him to.

Alastor digs his teeth into his shoulder as a warning when he resists Valentino’s efforts to free himself.

“Al, baby, I’m going to cum,” Valentino shouts as the pain mixes with pleasure.

“I want to feel it!” Alastor cries and Valentino starts rutting himself with abandon until Alastor falls apart and orgasms.

Valentino growls as he empties himself inside Alastor, filling him up and thanking everything that has led him to become Alastor’s husband. Valentino places gentle kisses and earns a sleepy laugh from Alastor when Valentino squeaks contentedly.

Valentino falls asleep with Alastor’s head on his chest. He has claimed his own piece of paradise in Hell.

*stop here for happy ending*

Both of them blissfully unaware of the servers wiring away downstairs as Vox painstakingly works to reconnect wires that Valentino severed. Soon Vox will be back to claim what has been so cruelly kept from him, and Valentino better be ready to deal with the consequences.

The line fit me like a glove is from a Paranoid DJ song

The wonderful thing about being seen as nothing but a whore and a pimp is that people underestimate you. Valentino is used to this, out of the three V’s he is the one that is seen as the less threatening. Velvette and Vox are always treated with more respect.

Valentino enjoys watching the way that people’s eyes go wide with fear when they realize that he isn’t a bitch.

Valentino is more volatile and his emotions get the best of him, but he also became an Overlord before Vox came into his life. Earned his power and his spot even with his explosive temper, people tended to be more cautious when they thought that you would end them over the slightest provocation.

It was only after they had become so high profile that Vox started to hold Valentino back. Valentino allowed it; it was easier to let someone else be in charge and party.

It was easier and more profitable, but now he had something else he wanted more than leisure, ease, and money.

Valentino searched in a drawer he hadn’t opened in ages and dug out a thick pair of glasses. He poured himself a drink and began the arduous process of reading through the contract that Vox wrote. Studied it and made notes on the margins. It took him hours and his head hurt but the pain vanished when he found out what he had been looking for.

It is a way to keep Alastor all to himself, keep Vox out of their lives, and keep the contract intact.

Vox looked over the lab that was rebuilding his body. He had added some improvements to his build. A knot that he would use to keep himself buried in Alastor. Increased stamina and ability to withstand charges.

Virtually, he jumped around anxiously.

He was almost at ninety percent; after that, it would only be a day or two before he could reemerge.

Vox switched cameras to look at Alastor. Vox had kept him company while he had his morning coffee.

Enjoying it but vividly yearning to hold Alastor’s hand across the table, to kiss him before they left to work, to come home to watch him prepare dinner.

Vox switched the camera to the one that overlooked the Hotel, and he could see his husband sitting with the Princess, listening to her go over her plans for redemption. Alastor’s ears twitched, no doubt picking up his electric signature.

The slight curve of his smile let Vox knew that Alastor knew that he was being watched. Ever since, Valentino had slowly introduced Alastor to the more pleasurable aspects of physical affection. Alastor had been more agreeable and more comfortable with it.

It had surprised him that Valentino had restrained himself so far, but Vox knew that Alastor spurred him to be the best version of himself. Their future looked bright

Vox was completely lost in looking at his deer when he should have been more concerned when the power flickered.

It is only when he feels less substantial that he looks into the secure server room cameras and finds someone he never expected to see there.

Valentino is holding electrical tape and sharp scissors.

He watches, horrified, as Valentino starts bypassing his failsafes to gain access to the servers and hard drives.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Vox screams over the speakers

“Took you long enough to notice; I thought I wouldn’t get a chance to tell you what will happen,” Valentino blew smoke into the server room.

Vox can feel his system slow.

“What are you talking about?” Vox demanded.

“See, I read this contract, every damn page Vox,” Valentino laughed as he turned to the pages that had given him the idea.

“You specifically mention that Velvette can’t come in here or try to end you. That Alastor and I can not kill you, and that Alastor isn’t allowed anywhere near the server because he might make it glitch and accidentally harm you, but you put no restrictions on me. I was wondering why?” Valentino put a set of hands on his waist while he adjusts his glasses with the other.

“What the fuck are you talking about Val?” Vox demanded, his face being played out along the available screens. Valentino’s heels clack on the tile floor as he walks behind the servers and looks at the cords. It had taken him a while, but he had figured out how to do this; he had to watch a few videos and sleep with a couple of nerds, but they were happy enough to talk to him about anything after sex with him. There are a few straightforward things to do.

“This room is very cold, Vox; I think you might get sick if you stay at this temperature,” Valentino says innocently.

“This room is supposed to be kept cold to keep the server from overheating! You fucking idiot,” Vox screams.

Valentino has manually shut off some of the important vents, so he must call someone to fix them immediately. When Vox goes to send a message, he finds out he can only contact Valentino. The sounds of Valentino cracking the main touchscreen and removing the one physical keyboard make him turn to him.

“What?” Vox’s voice trembles.

“All of this technology, all these backup plans, get derailed by the simplest thing. Should have kept a failsafe lever or button, Vox, but you like the sleep look of a touchscreen, don’t you,” Valentino teased. It had been a point of contention between Alastor and Vox that Alastor didn’t trust anything you couldn’t turn off and on without a physical button. This, however, was his server room; it was all very modern and advanced. Vox could materialize out of the server for a moment but he lacks the interface in that form to make the screens respond to his commands and Valentino has now taken the one keyboard that he could possibly use.

“Whatever you are thinking, Valentino, you will never be able to do it,” Vox argued.

“You are right. I can’t do it alone, but I can do it with Alastor and Velvette,” Valentino points out.

“He will not help you; he will ask about me; he is waiting for me!” Vox screams.

“Yes, but you put it in the contract that he will have to help me with your business if it should come to it. We will have to work closely while waiting for you to return. I am looking forward to all those late nights alone,” Valentino licks his lips and leans against a wall, long legs crossed in front of him.

“He is going to wonder why I am not back yet!” Vox protests.

“I know he will. He is truly fond of you, but you won’t be able to tell him anything. I will make sure of that. If you ever want to speak to him again, you will do exactly as I say, or I will enact the second part of my plan,” Valentino threatens and snaps the scissors and cuts through a few cables connecting the drives. Vox feels parts of himself vanish watches horrified as Valentino tapes the pieces back together to hide that anything is wrong. He walks around and places tape over the vents to minimize the air available to cool the system down. Even if anyone came in here, they might not have found the correct cables to replace or vents to clear.

“What do you want?” Vox demands

“Ahhh, now I have your attention. I want Alastor,” Valentino states simply.

Vox stares at him, waiting for something else to come out of his mouth.

“What? Why? You don’t like him,” Vox argues

“On the contrary, I do, see unlike you he treats me with respect. He doesn’t belittle me, even defended me. That took some getting used to, but I like it,” Valentino explains, his smile wide and pleased.

Vox predictably starts to rage but with one of the hard drives unable to run to it’s full potential he starts to glitch and has to calm down.

“See, you made me the boss in absentia; as long as you are resetting yourself, I make decisions. So I decided you need to spend more time getting together. I am going to cut some more of the cables strategically, and you will restart again from forty percent or so, but because you will overheat, you will be caught in an endless loop of restarting. The reset points will vary, and you can talk to Alastor, but you won’t ever remember why it is happening until it is too late. Eventually, the poor deer will have to accept that you are not salvageable. And I will be there to console him, offer him a shoulder to lean on, and a cock to fill that empty space your absence leaves behind.

I look forward to exploring that part of our partnership in time,” Valentino taunts Vox.

“Fuck you…don’t you dare touch him,” Vox rages and quickly has to stop because the screens flash a warning.

“I have, and you are very good darling, but Alastor…he is everything. I can now see what you see in him. How you became so smitten, I have to say it is more addicting than anything I can come up with, being with him, being in love,” Valentino explains.

“You don’t love anyone, Valentino; you love sex, you love power, and we have a relationship based on that,” Vox reminds him.

“We are excellent friends, but what is a friend to the love of my life? Don’t worry you will be able to watch, I know how much you enjoy that. We can make a deal if and when you are ready to come back on my terms. If it becomes too much to deal with, well, you can self-terminate yourself. That won’t hurt me or Alastor. Now, you will restart. I will be back in a week to check on you, and we will take it from there. If you are good, I will let you reassure him that everything is fine; it's just a little technical difficulty. Remember not to say a word to our sweet darling; we don’t want to upset him,” Valentino explains.

With the vents closed on the hard drives, one of them overheats and resets, and Vox feels another ten percent of him vanish. It flashes back and forth, so he rapidly goes up and down on how much of him is put back together.

“That should keep you cycling between forty and seventy-five percent,” Valentino announces as he tucks the scissors and tape into his coat.

“Valentino, if you hurt him, I swear…” Vox snaps out, his teeth massive on the screen.

“I just told you that I have no plans of hurting him; I plan on loving him until he feels the same,” Valentino sighs.

“You won’t be able to touch him without my hypnosis,” Vox reminds Valentino.

“Oh honey, that was before we spent that night together; he’s not as averse to my touch as you think,” Valentino smirks, holding up his phone to the screen before him. Vox squints at the images, but he can see a compilation of their most recent embraces, of Alastor lingering in Valentino’s embrace as the taller sinner whispers things that make Alastor close his eyes and allow himself to be held. Of Valentino asking Alastor to dance after the embrace and taking a turn around their kitchen, even of them sitting close to each other, Valentino is clearly enraptured at whatever Alastor is telling him. At the same time, Alastor looks up at him, his face flushed from whatever he is drinking.

“You traitorous slut!” Vox sneers at the sinner on his server floor, but all Valentino does is shrug his shoulders.

“That’s right, I am just a silly slut way in over my head; I better go ask Alastor to help me look at the numbers,” Valentino announces.

Vox finally realizes how badly his perception of Valentino has clouded his decisions.

Vox turns, intent on getting on a camera to speak to Alastor and Velvette, but finds that Valentino has gone around and disconnected the speakers from every device he tries.

The cameras available to him have also shrank in numbers since his servers and hard drives are restarting at odd intervals.

Vox can only watch Valentino practically dance towards Alastor to greet him on his return from work. Vox wishes he could cry in this form, but he can only stare as he watches Alastor laugh at something Valentino whispers in his ear. He has to endure watching Valentino place a hand on Alastor’s lower back and can only watch as Valentino guides Alastor away from view to do who knows what out of his sight.

Valentino is a little fuzzy on how dinner ends but he is equal parts horrified and horny for days afterwards.

Alastor goes back to business as usual and Valentino manages to keep his hands to himself. That he holds an inordinate amount of auditions that week is no one business but his.

They are back to Alastor briefly hugging him from behind. They manage to fall back into the routine, and Valentino keeps his hands to himself during their embraces.

Vox reaches forty percent in the server and start messaging Valentino.

Valentino knows that Vox has cameras everywhere, that he has seen everything that they have done together and of course Vox starts harassing him for more details in between messages about running their media empire.

Vox is extremely capable for being lines of code inside a server.

Everything is fine until Valentino mentions that his drugs help Alastor relax.

Vox drags every second out of Valentino and makes a decision to kickstart their relationship. Valentino listens because he wants to, because he needs to see if it is possible

“Hard day?” Vox voice cuts through the silence of the apartment as Alastor cooks

“Very perceptive of you, my silly little picture box,” Alastor answers

“Susan?” Vox asks from the mounted Tv on the wall.

“Susan,” Alastor nods

“I hate that meddling bitch,” Vox states and Alastor laughs.

“Not as much as I do,” Alastor adds and Vox laughs.

By the time Valentino makes it home, Vox and Alastor are catching up, and Vox has started the first part of the plan that he discussed with Valentino.

He has gotten Alastor drunk, and he has convinced Alastor to think about partaking in Valentino’s drugs again.

“Would you like a drink?” Valentino asks and Alastor looks up at him, considering the offer, before he nods.

Valentino makes a strong Vieux Careé. Vox had him practice making it, and it is worth it to see Alastor’s eyes light up when he hands him the glass.

Alastor studies the drink before he looks at Vox’s pixelated face, but he turns to Valentino. The static hum that has been background noise grows and Valentino feels the shift into softness, feels himself relax.

“You’ll stop if I ask you to stop?” Alastor asks his tone pleasant

“Of course,” Valentino answers and he means it. For once in his life he means it.

Which is how he knows that something life changing is about to happen.

Alastor downs the drink in one swallow and hands Valentino the glass back.

“Another one, please,” Alastor requests and it takes every ounce of self control for Valentino to walk to the kitchen slowly to make another one.

Valentino has planned for this since Vox told him his idea, and he has something extra special for Alastor. Valentino has made his most potent concentrate yet, and he goes through the practiced steps of making the drink.

Valentino walks back and Alastor and Vox are happily catching up. Vox teases Valentino when he finally walks back in.

“Took you long enough,” Vox states pointedly but he smiles at Valentino.

Everything is going to plan.

Vox had hoped that he wouldn’t have to throw himself in the line of fire to ensure Alastor’s survival but if he did he wanted to guarantee that he would get Valentino and Alastor to see the appeal of being together.

Alastor takes his time with this drink but he only drinks half of it before Vox encourages him to ask for assistance.

“Come on, sweetheart, show me how well you have gotten to know each other,” Vox suggests sweetly.

“I…I told you I need more…to get there,” Alastor reminds Vox and Vox gathers his strength.

“I can get you there,” Vox promises and bites his lip as he looks at Alastor.

Alastor closes his eyes and when he opens them stares at Vox’s eyes swirl on the screen.

Valentino watches as with the help of his aphrodisiacs Alastor allows Vox to get him to relax. Watches as Alastor’s posture loosens and his ears flick and droop.

Valentino has never seen Alastor be this pliable.

“Help him out of those clothes Val, and take your time,” Vox requests, his face glitching from the excitement of being able to see Alastor like this.

Alastor shakes his head and stands up, his legs unsure but he starts undoing his bowtie, before he removes his coat, and shirt, and pants until he is standing there in only his undergarments.

Valentino has never seen anything more appealing that Alastor exposing each inch of flesh. Even if his clothes are old fashioned, Valentino thinks that it is the hottest thing he has ever seen.

Alastor turns unaware that he has revealed his tail to Valentino. Valentino has to hold himself back from reaching to touch it.

Alastor covers himself and Vox asks him to look at him again, talks Alastor through his nerves. Tells Alastor how beautiful and sexy he is.

For once Vox’s words are failing. Valentino thinks that Vox is failing to capture everything that Alastor is.

Valentino doesn’t think he has ever wanted anyone as much, and he has to sit there and wait. It is torture to be so close and to be denied. Alastor is edging him with his mere presence.

It takes all of Valentino’s self control to remain where he is, and await for Vox to give further instructions. Listen to Vox praise Alastor annoys him not because it isn’t true but because Valentino resents that Vox is taking attention away from him.

By the look on his face Alastor is nervous but he still manages to move elegantly.

Alastor moves to sit on the bed, still wearing underclothes.

“Come on baby, show me, please,” Vox pleads.

“Vox…he might not like once he sees” Alastor protests, motioning to his body. He is sitting on the edge of the bed as if he might bolt or vanish into the shadows.

Valentino grips the couch, feels his cock grow heavy next to his leg. Alastor has never said anything less true, can’t imagine anything that would make him not want Alastor.

“Al, honey, Valentino looks like he wants to devour you. Believe me he likes you. Would be thrilled to help you, right Val?” Vox asks him and Valentino exhales before he answers

“Of course, I would love to,” Valentino says as sweetly as he can, trying to hide how much he wants to touch Alastor.

Alastor falters a bit but asks Valentino over help.

Alastor directs Valentino to take off his clothes as Alastor lays back on the bed. Valentino strips down to his underwear, he has worn something to compress and minimize his size, so he doesn’t intimidate Alastor.

Valentino tells Alastor what he is going to do before he does it, and waits for Alastor to tell him it is ok.

Valentino slowly peels the underclothes off Alastor, worried because there is no sign of Alastor being aroused by any of this. When Valentino gets Alastor completely bare the answer lies in between Alastor’s legs.

There is no telltale outline of an erection because Alastor doesn’t have a dick. Valentino feels his tongue loll as he admires Alastor, his hands flex and yearn to touch him. Valentino wants to lick every scar and mark on that slim body.

Vox had never shared this, had never betrayed this secret. Valentino doesn’t care what anyone has between their legs, he will get them off. However for the first time in his long life he wants to claim someone for himself, and never share them with anyone.

Valentino is willing to consider unthinkable things if he gets to come home to the sight of Alastor in his bed naked and willing.

Monogamy and devotion seem possible.

“Fucking gorgeous, how could you possibly think I wouldn’t like it?” Valentino asks he knows that he must look desperate, half feral with lust.

He makes eye contact with Alastor and sees the apprehension in his eyes lessen but not disappear. Valentino knows better that to move and spoil everything, but he can’t think of what to say.

How could Alastor believe that Valentino would reject him. Thankfully Vox breaks the silence.

“You are even more beautiful than I remember,” Vox sighs and Valentino falls to his knees at the edge of the bed, bows his head down, practically puts his head on Alastor’s lap but doesn’t touch him.

Valentino even puts his hands behind his back to make it clear to Alastor that Valentino won’t touch until he is ready. Alastor’s long claws touch his face and tilts it up to touch him.

“Lay back baby, I’ll make you feel good,”Valentino promises, gently placing his cheek on Alastor’s knee. From this angle Alastor can’t see how hard he is, it feels like his cock could rip through the compression fabric and spring forth.

“I don’t want anything inside,” Alastor announces and Valentino smirks.

“I won’t until you ask me to,” Valentino promises and begins to very gently touch Alastor’s hooves and delicate ankles, tracing his tongue and dotting every inch of flesh with kisses.

“You sound very sure of yourself…” Alastor’s teasing gives way to a sigh as Valentino starts stroking his legs.

Eventually Valentino is massaging Alastor’s legs with his lower arms and holding him by the waist with his upper arms while he kisses his thighs.

Alastor doesn’t moan, he muffles every whimper, every groan but Vox is whispering filth every second. It helps because Valentino can tell that Alastor likes what Vox is saying.

Eventually Alastor is writhing against Valentino. Valentino has licked at Alastor’s inner thighs and has now gotten Alastor to spread his legs so his wet slit is exposed to his gaze.

Alastor is tense under him, and Valentino is usually an aggressive lover. Typically he would have dived in and devoured that tight cunt and already be pumping in his second load into a ruined hole.

Vox is getting frustrated that Valentino is dragging it out, but he can go fuck himself because he can’t feel the way that Alastor goes from tense to lax. Until finally Alastor starts guiding Valentino with each sinuous movement, urging Valentino closer.

“Alastor, baby let Valentino use his mouth on you, please baby,” Vox pleads. Watching Alastor squirm under Valentino, while he grows more flushed is something that Vox had not allowed himself to fantasize about.

Alastor feels pressure starts to simmer, every touch sparks pleasure.

“Valentino, I want…your mouth on me,” Alastor directs

Valentino has been waiting for this, and he moves faster than anyone would think him capable of, but when he grabs Alastor by the waist and drags him so Valentino is poised above him face to face. Alastor looks at him with shock, too paralyzed to say anything or push him off, and Valentino pulls him in for a kiss but stops so they are nose to nose.

Alastor is trembling in his arms and Valentino tries to soothe him by rubbing a set of hands gently along his torso. Finally Alastor looks at him in the eyes.

“May I? Please,” Valentino begs. The words foreign on his tongue, and now he knows that he doesn’t use those words ever because they have always been meant for Alastor. Alastor’s eyes dip to his mouth.

“Yes,”Alastor whispers and Valentino claims his mouth.

The lights flicker and glitch but neither turn to look at Vox, too wrapped up in each other.

Kissing Valentino, truly kissing Valentino is a dizzying experience even when he doesn’t put any intent behind it, and right now Valentino is being very intentional with his tongue.

Alastor feels his temperature rise, feels the way that the massive shoulders quake under his hold, feels that long, talented tongue explore his mouth and spark a need he has never had.

Alastor bucks against Valentino’s massive body and Valentino groans at the feel of Alastor pressed against him. Feels the wet, hot heat of Alastor’s cunt against his abdomen.

Everything has become more intense, as if the hunger for physical need has been ignited.

Valentino pulls away from a breathless Alastor and kisses his face, kisses his neck, and down the slim chest. Eventually Alastor seeks his hands, and Valentino happily grasps Alastor’s in a set of his to ground him.

“Fuck that is so fucking hot!” Vox exclaims when he makes it back online.

Valentino has finally worked his head between Alastor’s legs and started sucking and licking Alastor’s folds. Valentino still holds Alastor’s hands while his lower set of arms pins his legs open. Alastor’s slim core flexes and Vox can’t believe that he is going to see what Alastor looks like when he cums.

Alastor’s eyes are unfocused and heated and he orgasms under Valentino’s mouth with a gasp.

Valentino doesn’t let up. He goes back to slow strokes that begin at the bottom of Alastor’s cunt and works his way up to his clit. Alastor quivers and whimpers but Valentino refuses to stop.

“Oh….ohhohh, oh, Valentino….more,” Alastor demands and Valentino complies by showing his tongue into the tightest heat he has ever felt. The feel of Alastor cumming around his tongue gives him a sense satisfaction worth facing the Devil for.

Thankfully Valentino just needs to deal with Vox.

Valentino wipes his face off and uses the lubrication to stroke himself to completion.

Moves so he is kneeling at the edge of the bed to look at Alastor before he pulls himself out of the too tight pants and begins to stroke his impressive length.

Alastor is laying back eyes closed enjoying the afterglow but he can hear Valentino stroke himself, can feel the bed move.

When he opens his eyes to look at Valentino he sees that massive cock and experiences the desire touch Valentino. Valentino is stroking himself with long, even strokes. He increases the tempo under Alastor’s heated gaze, drinking in the hungry way that Alastor looks at him. Alastor shifts up and reaches to touch him, Valentino welcomes it. Let’s Alastor wrap one deadly hand around his cock and shows him what he likes.

“Lucky bastard,” Vox groans.

Alastor tightens and experiments with pressure, watches how Valentino

reacts. Pleased when Valentino starts begging him to keep going. It is a completely different type of power to hold over someone.

“Are you thinking about how tight I would feel around you?” Alastor asks while he looks up at Valentino and Valentino moans and cums helplessly at the image Alastor verbalized.

He had been thinking but hearing Alastor say it implies that there is chance it could come true.

Alastor vanishes his cum but Valentino pulls him into an embrace that he allows. Alastor is so relaxed from everything that he dozes off on Valentino’s chest.

“Fuck, lucky whore! I can’t wait to get in there,” Vox states wistfully missing the possessive way that Valentino gazes at his sleeping partner.

Valentino drifts off to sleep thinking about unthinkable things.

—————

"And again. From the top."

"Al, I've got it, I swear." As talkative as Valentino usually was, he'd been repeating that same string of 'rules' for the past hour. He was about to get blisters on his tongue at this point.

Alastor didn't budge. Instead, he raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest. Val might be stubborn, but Alastor was more so when he set his mind to something.

This had to be perfect. Flawless. Alastor had already had the very dreadful talk about him having a boyfriend with his mother, and yes, she had taken it pretty well, all things considered. But then she had insisted on meeting said gentleman, which Alastor dreaded even more. So, here they were, a whole day spent tediously teaching Valentino about proper manners, and what not to do.

"Again."

Valentino groaned, his shoulders slumping with the exaggerated gesture. "I refer to her as 'ma'am', no innuendos, no cursing, no mention of anything sexual, no shouting, no complaining, no elbows on the table. I am allowed to only kiss you on the cheek and hold your hand. I eat all the food in front of me, even if I don't like it. I offer my help to clean up after dinner, your mother will decline, I will offer again and get to it."

"And?" Alastor added, tapping his foot.

The other man took a deep breath. "I wear a shirt – buttoned all the way up, and long pants that aren't too tight. Tied up hair, no flashy jewelry. Oh, and no shades."

Finally, Alastor smiled and leaned in for a quick kiss. "Perfect. You'll do great."

"I hope so."

Well, Alastor had done all he could, he wasn't a magician. Except one thing. As he walked out of Val's house, he stopped at the door, holding out his hand to feel the wind. "It's a bit chilly today."

Valentino didn't miss a beat as he grabbed his signature red coat from the hanger, holding it up so Alastor could slip it on. "Here. Can't have you catching a cold."

Alastor suppressed a grin as he took the coat, then folded it over his forearm. As if he would let himself be seen wearing that in public. Inside closed doors, sure, the thing was comfortable and soft, but he had an image to keep. "Thanks. You can have it back after tomorrow."

Valentino blinked back quickly. "Wait–"

"You think I'm trusting you to not wear this in front of my mother?"

Valentino scoffed. "But it's my style. It's me!"

"You look like a pimp with it."

"That's the point!"

Alastor looked up, his eyes glinting in that dangerous way Val knew it meant business. "You can have it after tomorrow. I promise I'll keep it safe and sound."

"But–"

"Bye bye. Be there at seven, sharp." Alastor waved goodbye as he walked out, leaving no space for arguing.

———

Alastor could vividly remember his first radio show, the anxiety that bordered fear, the anticipation, how tight his smile had been. That had been nothing compared to how nervous he was now, bouncing his leg and twirling his fingers as he waited. Time didn't seem to be moving fast enough for his liking. Surely Val wouldn't be late. He couldn't be late. But what if something had happened on his way here, what if–

The knock on the door had him jump in his seat. Luckily, his mother couldn't see him from where she was in the kitchen. Still, she instantly heard the firm knock and walked up swiftly into the hallway, Alastor following suit.

He got it. He could do it. So could Val. It would all be fine.

The woman slung the door open, a warm smile on her lips. Alastor breathed out in relief as he set eyes on Valentino. There he was, with his hair pulled into a low ponytail without a single strand out of place, ironed lavender shirt, cream colored dress pants, and perfectly polished black shoes. No hat with obnoxious feathers, no over the top make-up, no jewelry except a small hoop earring. Alastor honestly wouldn't be able to recognize him if he saw him on the street without doing a double take.

"Good evening, ma'am," Valentino greeted, bowing his head lightly. "It's a pleasure meeting you."

She nodded down in return. "Evening , dear. Valentino, if I'm not mistaken? Alastor has told me so much about you." She held out her hand for a handshake as she introduced herself, then took a step back. "Come in, don't be shy."

Alastor shot Val one last look of 'don't mess this up' as he waited for him to take his shoes off.

Valentino promptly side-eyed him, and without missing a beat said, "you've got a lovely home, ma'am."

"Oh, thank you," she responded as she led the way to the kitchen. "Make yourself comfortable, food will be ready in a minute."

"Anything I could help with?"

"No need, dear. Alastor will set the table."

Valentino sat down, awkwardly looking around as Alastor and his mother maneuvered around each other in the relatively small room. They must have done this before, time and again, cooking together, tidying up afterwards. Fuck, he wasn't getting sentimental over stupid shit like this.

Not even five minutes later and Val was presented with a steaming plate of food that smelled so delicious he was barely containing himself to not dive straight in. Homemade meals weren't exactly in his diet, except for the times Alastor would cook something for them.

"Thank you for the meal, ma'am," he said quickly. "It looks fu– fantastic." No cursing.

"Dig in, then. I hope it's up to your liking."

Val took a bite, already used Alastor's decently good cooking, but that was something else. Hot, spicy, perfectly salted, just absolutely delicious. He said as much once he swallowed, going in for another bite.

"So, Valentino, darling, tell me more about yourself. What do you do for a living and such?"

And now the questioning Alastor had warned him about started. "I'm in the film industry, mostly director, sometimes script writer, other times I cast the actors, whatever is needed." Which, neither of those was a lie per say, but he decided to omit the details.

"How lovely, such a creative mind you have, no wonder you and Al are getting along. And how did you two meet, actually?"

"It's not very interesting of a story, if I'm being honest," was the answer he gave, spearing the truth of 'I saw Alastor in the forest throwing a corpse into the river while I was surveilling for a location to shoot a porno, one thing let to another, and here we are, going on four years strong and counting.'

He went with the story he and Alastor had rehearsed, "we ran into each other in a bookshop, and got to talking about Jane Austen," which was, by absolute coincidence and totally not intentionally picked, the woman's favorite author. "We hung out a few times and finally I decided to ask Al on a date, and the rest is history." He finished the rant by leaning in and kissing Alastor on the cheek, lightly and cute and totally casual.

In all honesty, Valentino hadn't expected the dinner to go so well. No slip ups happened on his end, his jokes were all well timed, and Alastor's mother even offered to teach him how to cook sometime.

And as intrigued, Valentino insisted on helping clean up afterwards, so he ended up in the drying the dishes position while Alastor's mother washed them, and Alastor was sweeping the floor. Alastor had mentioned that his mother would most likely try to adopt Val, but he hadn't expected to be welcomed so warmly–

"Oh, and Valentino," the woman said abruptly, rinsing up a knife. "I almost forgot." She turned to face the man, smile so akin to Alastor's grin it was unnerving. "If you ever even think about hurting my son, I'll find you, gut you, make you into sausages, and use your bones for soup. Are we clear, darling?"

Valentino certainly should have been more terrified. Well, at least now he knew the murderous tendencies ran kn the family. Still, without skipping a beat, he answered, "Yes, ma'am," even though he wouldn't like to admit that his voice shook, "I wouldn't even dream of it."

The woman smiled, and while standing on her tip-toes, reached up and patted Val on top of his head with the hand that was still holding the knife. "Lovely, my dear. Keep that up and I won't have to serve you as a stew. And thank you so much for the help! You're welcome any time you'd like."

———

"Alastor?"

"Yes, dear?"

"What did I eat yesterday?"

"Jambalaya."

"You know what I mean."

"I certainly don't."

Valentino palmed his forehead. "Al. Did I eat human meat?"

"I believe you've eaten quite the assortment of humans, dear."

Valentino was more shocked from the innuendo coming from Alastor than the possibility of unintentionally consuming a human. "That's not what I mean and you know it!"

Alastor stared him in confusion. "I don't know what you're talking about?"

Valentino grabbed Alastor by the shoulders. "Alastor. What was the meat in the dish your mother served me yesterday?"

"Human? Wasn't it obvious? Why do you think our cooking is so good?"

Our?! As in, Alastor's cooking too?! The one he had been feeding Val for the last four years?!?!

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