#⸻ ♡ to love someone is firstly to confess: i'm prepared to be devastated by you ❥ ship ⁀➷ videoaux

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❝ Before we begin, Vox — I should thank you for accommodating me. But I wouldn't have asked ... if it weren't crucial. Have a seat for me. ❞

The tension in the room was thick, suffocating. Asmodeus had been awfully quiet since the early morning, when he'd sent Vox a text to see him immediately. Something was amiss, everyone in the tower knew except for — perhaps — @videoaux, himself.

❝ Let me ask you: ❞ despite such an eerie aura filling the room, the Sin's tone was professional and cool ... yet from the way he paced his office (akin to that of a predator preparing to ambush its prey) — ❝ Looking back on our partnership throughout the years, do you consider yourself a reliable business partner for my business? Because I could tell you, you've done incredible work so far. I have to know, is there any sort of criticism you've been meaning to bring to my attention if we were to progress with this partnership? ❞

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Much like Vox preferred to mask his turmoil and desires for intimacy (or lack thereof), Ozzie preferred the opposite (it's what he's known for, after all). He could smell overlord's longing and lust before he even reached Ozzie's office!

But that was neither here nor there, this was business. In the true spirit of business (not lust this time, unfortunately), Ozzie was good at ignoring any sort of ... provocative temptations. A trait that stunned many business partners in the past: Ozzie's integrity.

❝ I'm almost saddened by the fact he didn't show up. ❞ it'd be nice to put a face to the name. So far, it'd exclusively been @videoaux who paid several visits to his lustful ring; Vox out of the three Vees. For so many years, too. The rest are a mystery at this rate ... yet sin of lust can't help but speculate when Vox decides to cover up for the others when Ozzie least expects it.

❝ Heh heh, I'm aware. That's what I like about you! C'mon. The sooner we sort this out, the sooner we can go grab a bite. ❞ He won't let that last part linger too long, pulling out a chair with his magic as he's reaching for the bowl of sweets at his desk. ❝ Also, call me Ozzie. Remember the formalities aren't really necessary here. ❞ Please. You're making him age by ten centuries calling him that shit.

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*﹕// " I don't involve myself with Val's shit show of a business besides the numbers ; thank fuck that's all I have to do. "

The topic of . . . intimacy, was a touchy subject for Vox. Sure, it was porn they were talking about, but it still required getting DOWN AND DIRTY with other people you barely knew. TOO CLOSE, TOO VULNERABLE FOR SOMEONE OF HIS STATUS. The overlord was good at keeping feelings hidden under lock and key / except when it came to those like OZZIE. He was the embodiment of LUST, for God's sake [ haha, GOD ]. Vox prayed to purgatory and back that he didn't pick up on his 'trouble in paradise.'

*﹕// " The Vees are business partners . . . that's where our relations stop. " A straight up lie ; he had once harbored feelings for Valentino . . . but that was a long time ago / when Vox still pushed aside red flags. " Besides, I have too much respect for myself and you, Mr. Modeus, to come groveling at someone else's request. I wanted to speak about starting those factory upgrades you inquired for a month ago. "

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@videoaux said: wears a corset and nothing else ! / unprompted, always accepting.

❝ Woo! Damn. ❞ Sashays on over only to lift Vox's face with a claw. ❝ All of this for me, Vee? ❞ Vox was really going the distance with this one. Enticing enough for Ozzie to take him by the thighs to hold him against his waist.

With Vox against his body, Ozzie's using his arm to support overlord as the other hand reaches behind to tug at the corset's strings. A purr. ❝ Baby, you shouldn't have. ♪ ❞

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@videoaux asked: shits about to look とくさつ in here cuz ima gorilla grip that kaiju like king kong / unprompted, always accepting.

❝ I'm not opposed to the notion. ❞ sounds pretty kinky. Nice and rough. ❝ But first things first, you gotta awaken the 'kaiju' to call it a fair brawl. ❞

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I just spat out a chunk of phlegm

shit. just call me doctor (ozzie) now, babe.

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“ I think we could cut back loss on your new line of vibrators if we toy with the prices — “ once again, it’s chewsday . . . and once again, vox is perched on ozzie’s lap after leaving several sizable bites on the sins neck. blood still dribbled from his mouth, slowly dripping between vox’s cleavage. “ — offering some sort of package deal with an inexpensive product might also do well. lube maybe? “

Once again, it's chewsday ... and once again, Vox is seemingly testing the waters with what started as a nibble to taking large helpings of lustful flesh. Enough to break and maim most yet Ozzie took each bite with grace; hovering over the overlord who helped himself to sit upon his lap.

He played courteous for a considerable amount of time throughout their partnership, letting Vox indulge his own temptations when around the Sin. Until now, that is. Humming along as Vox spoke, Ozzie shifted from underneath the overlord. Head lowering as illuminated tongue snakes out to lap up the blood pooling between cleavage. ❝ I'm listening. ❞ he taunts, should Vox pause mid-sentence.

❝ I think ... you're a little too tight with deals. Everybody's got lube. ❞ Leave it to Ozzie to be a little more generous with his work. Especially when it comes to his businesses. It's one of the things that gets most CEO's scratching their heads, wondering how his company is so successful with the deals he gives out.

❝ How about ... forget the lube, ❞ Large, clawed hands wander alongside Vox's waist, his hip, stopping at his thigh only to wrap his whole hand around it — lifting Vox a little by his thigh to cup him through his slacks. His own hips rolling in a slow circle from under Vox, creating friction.

❝ Substitute it with something more exciting. 20% off. If they go over a certain threshold, add a second toy of choice. Two and a half inch thick, ❞ His breath hot against Vox's neck, ❝ Could even make it into a tier list. Two for 25%, everybody loves a free gift but make it something they'll actually desire. ❞ Helping Vox shrug off his blazer, the Sin took his other hand to wrap around the overlord's sinched waist — feeling up subtle curves. His mouth dangerously close to the CEO's neck.

❝ Deals like these fall into the hands of first-timers, too, let's not forget. This is a perfect opportunity for them to get a taste of what else I have in store. ❞ It's his turn, now, maw gaping open to nibble at the nape of Vox's neck.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ One playful nibble turns into two playful nips. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Two playful nips turn into three hungry bites.

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@videoaux asked: clambering into ozzie's bed / there's no time wasted as vox delivers a bite on the sin's shoulder. his expression slowly changes to something of worry instead of lustful, looking at the markings. " I didn't do it too hard, right? " / unprompted (chewsday), always accepting

It would've been comedic to witness Vox scrambling in such a manner but Ozzie isn't quick to look in Vox's direction. If only he looked at the right time, he'd know the reason as to why one of his blankets was suddenly falling off from his bed.

When Ozzie looked up from his blueprint (reviewing in bed? Not the most practical choice when trying to relax but he found himself double booked once again), he only had so much time to react before his shoulder is bitten into, muscles tensing under Vox's sharp maw.

Much to Vox's surprise, he'd find that Ozzie's tensing was only reflex. Especially when sin growls lowly, hind claws curling in slight arousal. Ozzie doesn't even notice the markings left behind nor does he think to check for any. Instead, he's sliding blueprint back and rolling over to snatch up Vox and pin him beneath him. ❝ Not hard enough, babe. Are you gonna try again or should I? ❞

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@videoaux asked: you save others but who will save you? his thoughts are unsaid / but it does not stop vox from embracing asmodeus with some sort of air that night. hands idly thread through the man's mane : the overlord wants to kiss those tired wrinkles and lines . . . yet, he cannot. he isn't ready. the tv could only provide this much physical contact before past memories of unwanted touch forced vox to pull away. he prayed the sin was content with gentle hugs and soft touches for now. / unprompted, always accepting.

────── The air was different between the two of them ever since their incident at office occurred weeks ago. Most might be deterred to keep connections after witnessing something so dark, especially a partnership like the one they share but Ozzie hasn't looked Vox that much differently.

Life in Hell goes on.

Ozzie remained curled up in his spot upon lux loveseat with the TV on for background noise. Looking onward past large silver screen as big, heavy droplets of rain roll down against his window as the two took this time to decompress from meetings. At least until Vox decided whether or not he wanted to stay another day or two or go back to VoxTek (Asmodeus hoped for the former).

The weight of the Lust Ring weighed heavy on his shoulders for centuries, that's just how things are. It was throughout those centuries did he come across some of the most insufferable experiences. Some, he wished he could forget. Others, painful yet he'd keep it all the same. Despite having bouts of chronic exhaustion and burnout, somehow Ozzie remained on top.

Shoulders jump at the sensation of sharp digits carefully carding through mane which sprung back to life in its vibrancy. Despite seeing overlord approaching from duo heads, the contact came as a surprise but wasn't unwelcome. Tension within shoulders remain underlying but he plays it off, stretching his arms.

He doesn't move quick to reciprocate Vox's contact. He doesn't move to make advances at all, actually. Light contact like this was plenty despite what many might think when they thought of him. No one would believe him if he told them touch was something he loathed centuries ago. In a past life.

you save others but who will save you? if he's the King of Lust, save himself. he saved others, let him save himself!

Instead, Ozzie's inviting Vox by patting the seat beside him. ❝ Y'know. For the record, you don't have to go back. ❞ He's said it before and he'll keep reminding overlord. ❝ It's up to you. Stay, go ... Whatever you decide, no questions asked. ❞ It's nice having him around. Witnessing a more "casual" side of Vox.

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ㅤㅤ Asmodeus arches a brow at Vox's response — or well, lack thereof. He's watched the fear in the eyes of many when made to face him. Most don't walk away from him with their lives (as they knew they've been caught in their faults; GUILTY). He's even prone to having a dwindling temper in cases like these — but seeing as this conference wasn't with just any rotten individual who tried to pull some shit over his eyes but with a once entrusted partner ... Asmodeus is forcing himself to wait.

ㅤㅤ Wait for what other 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 Vox might conjure up. But there's nothing... ㅤㅤ nothing but a vacant expression in glossed over eyes.

ㅤ It was a pathetic look on the once charismatic individual. Usually, this would even garner some empathy from the Sin but Asmodeus was anything but 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 this time. Even when it's only the sound of whirring from one overheating before him.

ㅤ ❝ Can you cooperate with me, Vox? ❞ Claws are out, raising as he scratches his cheek then alongside his neck. This was taking too long. ❝ All I'm looking for is cooperation. Explain this. Why is this happening? For how long? How long were you going to keep quiet about this? You didn't distribute them yet ... have you? ❞

ㅤ Asmodeus becomes alert when the overlord utters something under his breath. Sitting straighter, the King of Sin almost reached out to grab Vox in order to avoid him collapsing but the overlord wasn't responsive; Kicking himself further away from the desk. The chairs toppling over with a loud thud from the overlord's disoriented struggle. ❝ I'm trying to talk to you, Vox. You aren't even listening? ❞

ㅤ Illuminated eyes remain fixated on Vox even as he's trembling on the ground. 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍. Yes, he's seen this look many, many times. Sighing again, the Sin runs a hand down his face before collecting the photos and stacking them against the desk. The longer he's met with silence, the more Asmodeus grows frustrated. ❝ Vox. Answer me. ❞

OH, how that mask of confidence cracks into itty bitty pieces with each. exact. blow.

Vox does not utter a single word as Asmodeus lays out the evidence ; it was all there in the writing. No ability to erase these footprints / as they were not digital — AND NO CHANCE FOR PHYSICAL COERCION. This was a fucking sin he was dealing with. So, Vox waits . . . and waits, and waits / until Ozzie is finally finished. However — with the deepening of that tone, that aura, the overlord pauses in mind and body. Eyes seem to glaze over as sudden dissociation blankets him.

' — Look, Val, I just — I didn't think it would be a big deal if I wasn't there. This was your thing with Vel and I know how much time you put into it and . . . I, I'm just not feeling up to it. '

Lids lower, staring intently at his lap. Vox's claws leave DEEP GROOVES on the armrests.

' UH—UH ; you ain't dipping out on me THAT easy, Vox. What happened to my little prime time TV who was so eager to help out, hm? Actually . . . why don't you just take a little sip of something nice and smooth to ease that stage fright, ay cariño? '

Was the room always this hot? And why the fuck did he suddenly taste bitter cherries on the back of his tongue?

Something is placed into his hand by the moth / lights and music blasting all around the two. Velvette had wandered off to who knows where — this WAS a party in Hell of course. The TV stared down at the plastic cup from Valentino ; it was hard to see the contents of it, besides tinges of red.

Red. Red like fruit, like wings, like the heart-shaped bottles of Valentino's love potions. All he could see was red.

' Poor Voxxy had too much to drink — but don't worry . . . HE'LL BE FINE. You know how light weights are. Just gonna take 'em back to his room so he can sleep it off. '

WHERE AM I? On a cushion of velvet / On top of his bed? Dressed to the nines for a meeting / undressed by purple hands violating milky thighs? Staring into the fiery eyes of a man with lust / crying at the gaping maw of a beast consumed by it?

It's my fault I should've said something I knew better than this I'm more powerful than this YOU CAN'T FUCKING CONTROL ME. YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING WITHOUT ME CAN YOU VOX? SINCE YOU WANNA ACT LIKE MY WHORES, I'LL JUST START TREATING YOU LIKE ONE. Stop. Stop. STOP. STOP IT I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS I DIDN'T ASK FOR T

*﹕// Vox slowly stood from the chair. With a heavy weight on his chest, he choked out — " Gotta . . . Gotta go, uh, um — " In a flash, the overlord ungraciously stumbled back / hands clawing at his shirt. I CAN'T BREATH I CAN'T BREATH. Legs akin to a newborn deer faltered / forcing his body to collapse on shaking knees. Eventually, the overlord curled up in a dark corner, hugging himself tightly. Despite everything that just occured . . . not once did his eyes leave Asmodeus' figure.

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ㅤㅤKnowing what he knows now, knowing what he knew then — sweet nothing's which spill from the overlord's mouth fall on deaf ears and douse his simmering temper with gasoline. Not to mention the lack-of professionalism on Vox's part. A clear indication to the Sin of how seriously he was taking this meet-up.

ㅤHe'd been ever-so lenient with Vox throughout the years — had he known this was the type of repayment he'd get from a business partner, Asmodeus would've reconsidered the 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞. 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧. 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. He'd call shame upon himself for being negligent about everything if he hadn't reviewed their whole paper trail leading up to this conversation. The evidence was damning. Things weren't looking up for VoxTek.

ㅤㅤ𝐂𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭, 𝐕𝐨𝐱. ❝ Glad you think so, babe. Really, I do. ❞ Taking his rightful position at his desk, Asmodeus drew in a tired sigh as he shuffled through two drawers — locating two alphabetized, customized folders.

ㅤㅤ❝ Oh, something came up! Ha, it definitely came up, all right. Which is why I wanted to bring it up to my sources since I'd hoped you'd have the answers for me. ❞ Opening one of the folders, Asmodeus flicked a small, neat stack of printed photographs atop his desk and before the overlord; large, crisp, and glossy. Every detail caught with the Vees at what appears to be a PR party and the scene reads loud and clear as to what its context is: love potion distribution. There, in high definition so that Vox couldn't (shouldn't) attempt [to] deny the evidence.

ㅤSeveral of the photos depict a series of the unfortunate events which Vox encountered. From the arrival, to the drinks, the drugs, posing with the "products" ... there are a few photos where Vox and Valentino are absent but the photos then focus on the scene. An obscene amount of synthetic love potions. Everyone drinking, cheering, singing, with Vox's handy advertisement plastered in every angle of the room. Damning evidence. Only an idiot would consider lying to a Sin much less attempt to carry it out. Especially in a situation like this.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚, 𝙑𝙤𝙭.

ㅤㅤ Large claws rest atop of the desk, folded. ❝ See ... it's been brought to my attention, recently. ❞ There's a shift in Asmodeus' tone along with the aura within his office. Deeper, lower, a warning. ❝ I didn't wanna believe it, myself, since I figured you'd be one of the first few to understand where I'm comin' from when it comes to love potions. Right? ❞ Scrolling through his own phone, Asmodeus flipped his phone to show screenshots of that gawdy-ass advertisement of Love Potions in the Pride Ring.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ Enlighten me, would ya? ❞

*﹕// “ ‘Course, Ozzie! ANYTHING for my favorite sin — “

Vox had woken up that morning wearing the same suit from yesterday / messy and torn and sloppy — the complete opposite of his public image. Wiping dried drool from the corner of his mouth, the overlord’s eyes practically popped out while spotting the time. Drowsiness combined with sudden adrenaline didn’t help this strange phenomenon of sleeping in . . . nor did Vox’s empty schedule for today.

Sore eyes and body were oh so tempted to fall back into rest [ why did his hips hurt? ] until a ping! made Vox’s phone vibrate. Shaky hands lifted the device to make out a . . . surprisingly curt text message :

‘Office. 1 o’clock.’

A smile that doesn’t meet sharpened eyes / the bruising grip on his arm / those velvety crimson wings fluttering in anger / 'Voxxy. PENTHOUSE.' / tugged along like a doll in his dizzy stupor / flimsy legs, confused eyes and brain / 'just relax, baby — AFTER ALL, YOU ASKED FOR THIS.'

Even after a cocktail of painkillers, Vox’s pelvis still throbbed while re-reading the text.

Beads of perspiration ran down the sleek material framing his screen [ when did it get so hot? ]. Vox gazed up at the other, arms and legs crossed in a [ defensive ] RELAXED position. Out of politeness [ and fear ] he waited to reply after Ozzie finished / apple butter speech slipping out with ease.

*﹕// " Gotta say, it’s a BIG honor — such PRAISE from the King of Lust himself . . . you flatter me, really! " He shifts, now lounging about yet keeping perfect posture somehow. If the TV had hair he’d probably be playing with it . . . " But your questions . . . well, they got me a little confused ; thought we were cookin’ with gas since the last meeting. Did somethin’ come up? "