#Darling You Love All The Drama 'Cause You’re Never Bored I Am Forever Yours (Vox ♡ Valentino)

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You've written about Val being disabled, but how much does Vox know about it and is he protective of Val because of it?

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[ Vox ]

Vox knows that Valentino was hurt the day his antenna got stripped. He knows that he was aching and hurting for months after. It took a while before it was able to move freely again, and he remembers when Val recognized that it was going to scar. All of this was the physical pain that he was very aware of. He is also very aware that touching the stripped antenna really, really hurts, it's a very sensitive scar.

As far as the extent of Valentino's hearing loss, however, Vox isn't totally sure. He knows that Valentino complains of people talking on his left side because he can't hear them as well. He is completely deaf on that side, and Vox kind of understands that much, but he doesn't know how his hearing works now.

He is not aware of Valentino's tasting issues, though he is very acutely aware of how he smells. He likes to get his antenna right up in Vox's cologne and rubs his face in it whenever he smells it. It's the main/only reason Vox knows about this from Val and not just in theory.

Vox is most aware of Valentino's poor eyesight, and he monitors how it gets worse over time. He's working on solutions for it because he can't stand the thought of seeing Val go entirely blind. It is important to him to do what he can to help Val in the meantime.

Actually, yes. Vox is incredibly protective of Val, especially in a fight. He always makes sure that he's got Valentino's left side since he can't hear on that side and his sight is very poor. Val is a good shot despite his eyesight, but Vox knows there are still weak spots that can be exploited.

That said, he's still trying to figure out how to give Val his hearing back, but he's been playing with a few ideas that he hopes will help.

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It was easier to lie about what had happened than to tell the truth. That it had been his fault that he'd gotten hurt. Valentino never drove sober, he couldn't see ten feet in front of him, and he liked to speed. There was no reason for him to divulge such things to the princess; the actual nature of his accident was a closely guarded secret. Even Velvette didn't know about it.

But saying Zestial had done it? As long as the other Overlord never heard wind of it, it would be fine. Valentino hated the guy, and he knew there was a mutual animosity there. He couldn't stand the spider, and he was sure the feeling was mutual. That, and Zestial and Carmilla had been upset by Ostello's death.

"...I am, too, Princesa. It isn't easy pretending that I'm not..." He traileed off, dragging his cigarette back to his lips and taking a deep inhale. The idle hearts that spilled off the end formed a little tighter when Vox was mentioned, and his cheeks burned a little.

"I did have a husband. He actually used to work for Vox. His music still plays in most Voxtek buildings... Heard of Ostello?" He asked with a dark chuckle, "Might be a bit before your time, to be honest. We were married in the seventies..." Charlie couldn't be nearly that old with such ideals, could she?

"...Voxxy? Oh, no. We aren't... It's a... We're just business partners. Friends, maybe." Friends that frequently screwed in very public venues and made a show of touching each other at any point in time. Friends that had a whole host of images on Sinstagram of them making out. Friends that slept in the same bed every night and got jealous when one spent more time with someone else.

Just. Friends. And business partners.

"If we are something, he's never told me as much." And Vox was the kind of man to just spring that on someone, Valentino had decided that three decades ago, "We're just close is all."

Already knowing how volatile he could be, Charlie was fully expecting for him to snap or blow up at her, her shoulders sagged slightly in relief when he did neither.

Still, she listened attentively as they walked, glancing up at him her brows rose in surprise when he revealed Zestial had been the one to injure him so severely.

"I see..." She had no idea such an event happened, but she doubted it was something most people knew about if the Vees kept Val's disability hush-hush. "I'm sorry that happened to you." He probably deserved it for...whatever he did to piss off Zestial of all people. Still, Charlie couldn't help but feel genuine sympathy towards him.

"But you had a husband? I always assumed you and Vox were, y'know-- together." Granted, Charlie couldn't begin to fathom the exact nature of their relationship but it wasn't like either of them were subtle.

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"We had beautiful things, things that you couldn't understand,and we'll have them again once you stop poisoning him against me "! (Vox, just had to combine the two brood quotes, they just work too perfectly together).

THE BROOD (1979) directed by DAVID CRONENBERG.

[ Vox ]

"Beautiful--"

"Beautiful things, huh? That's a laugh! That's a riot, actually! I think that is the funniest fucking thing you have ever said in my presence!" Barking a loud, showy laugh, he leaned forward a little, his grin barely faltering, but his voice was distorted when he spoke again.

"It's hilarious that you think you are worth any kind of beauty in this world. You, my dear, are a relic of the past so far removed from anything even remotely close to him. Is Valentino perfect?"

Another laugh, cruel, maybe more distorted.

"Fuck no! He's not! But he's mine. He's never been yours. Daddy lets his slutty little Bunny play with his toys but in the end? This," Drawing his hands over his chest, he tapped it with one hand, "Is the man he wants. The man he's, dare I say it, invested in. He can play on his cock carousel all he wants, but this," At least he had the sense not to grab his own dick, "Is the one that he always comes back to."

Reaching out, he pulled Adam against his side by his shoulders.

"What do you think he sees in you? A man of substance? Substance abuse, maybe." The last sentence was said quieter, but nowhere near inaudible, "He looks at you and he sees dollar signs that he can fuck. He looks at me and he sees his future. We are not the same, and we will never even be on the same playing field, Adam."

Finally, he turned his head to offer a smug smirk.

"And I want you to fucking drop it." His left eye pulsed the bullseye that permitted him to use his powers, "He doesn't love you. And he'll never love you. He has a lover. All he needs out of you is money and dick. Remember your place."

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Our Distance And That Person

Why My Angel Dust went to the hotel fic. Put under a cut for length.

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, M/M, AU - Canon Divergent, Cheating, Emotional Manipulation, Stalking, Coercion, Suicide, Forced Suicide, Hypnotism, Gaslighting, Daddy Kink, Jealous!Vox, Vox Is WAY Worse Than Val, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

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Valentino always thought he was slick.

No blame could be shelved on his beautiful shoulders because he was too sneaky to be caught with his hands in the cookie jar. But he had four spindly hands that were constantly digging into the heart of every pie in front of him without care.

Vox knew what his little love was doing. Hell, Valentino knew what he was doing. If there was a manipulative little bitch in Hell, there were a million manipulative little bitches in Hell. But there wasn't a manipulative little bitch in Hell that could hold a candle to Valen-fucking-tino.

If Val wanted to run around on him, fine. If he wanted to run to some other poor fool's bed, then fine. But this wasn't simple cavorting. It was more than just playing with other toys while he waited for Vox to calm down and apologize. 

This was retaliation.

This was overkill.

This was war.

If Valentino wanted to get Vox's attention, he sure had it. Vox kept his eye on him through his browser history, through his phone, the texts he sent, and the songs he listened to. He knew that Valentino had listened to Nazareth's Love Hurts for the last two days straight whenever he was alone. Unfortunately, he knew that Valentino was spending less time alone than Vox would have liked.

No, he was out playing games with that cocky little whore of his. As if Vox of all people wouldn't notice them going out to that dance hall that Valentino liked Vox to take him to. Or the steakhouse they went to for their anniversary that year. Or the expensive lingerie store that Valentino liked almost as much as he liked getting things from Velvette. Valentino was putting his new dalliance on display, and Vox had had just about enough of these theatrics.

There was no Daddy in Hell like Vox, and it was about damn time that he reminded his runaway Bunny of that fact.

Angel Dust was a monkey in the fine-tailored cashmere suits that Valentino was dressing him in. He was a gangly, senseless lout with a mouth bigger than anything else he could offer. Uneducated, undisciplined, unimpressive. The only thing he had going for him was his looks.

Vox, meanwhile, was the whole package. Successful, intelligent, charismatic, reliable, hypnotic, sensual, powerful. 

Whatever Valentino saw in his little pawn was little more than wishful thinking. Even Velvette hadn't been able to pull out of him what he saw in Angel Dust that didn't involve his fucking legs. Or his chest. His looks.

Well, Vox was a looker, too. And he was perfectly capable of making sure that Angel Dust wasn't worth looking at anymore. If Valentino hadn't wanted misfortune to befall his little starlet then maybe he should have kept his scrawny ass out of this.

But he hadn't.

He hadn't, and now they were both going to pay the price.

When he checked Valentino's calendar, he ignored the glaring ANGEL CAKES <3 with the hot pink background on Valentino’s off hours. He needed to focus on what he was actually doing, he wasn’t going to mess around in Valentino’s spare time. No, what he was looking for was the club schedules. He didn't want to get Angel before a porn shoot, that seemed... Well. If Vox wanted to work this angle, he'd need to do so in a way that wouldn't put his precious Bunny out too much. Missing out on a day of filming If You Say So might have clouded the feelings of Rejection that Vox wanted to cultivate. There wasn't much that could sway Valentino's feelings like that, but bleeding money?

That was more likely to make him mad. Vox wanted despondent, needy, and pliant.

It wasn't uncommon for his performances to be at Club Hell 666, and when he found the one on the schedule for tonight, he smirked. Checking the time on his internal HUD, he hummed as he strode to one corner of his control room. With a glance at the screen to make sure that he was flawless—and he was—the Sinner disappeared into the camera with a static hum. 

It had been a long, long night. Angel Dust was still sore from the shoot yesterday, and then having to pour the rest of his energy into keeping Val happy? The spider was dog-tired. But that didn't matter. What mattered was Valentino’s happiness. Only part of this thought was that he loved him–and he did–the rest was to say that Valentino would be somewhat tolerable if he was kept happy during his fight with Vox. It wasn’t the first, it wouldn’t be the last, but it was the current one, and that made it the worst ever.

A little more blow disappeared up his nose and he closed his eyes, sighing softly. His lower hands gripped the vanity, and his upper hands combed through his hair slowly. Microdosing on affection helped him at his job more than he'd like to admit because it kept him grounded despite the overwhelming desire to flee. Well, usually. Tonight, the throbbing of the bass from another dancer's routine was doing little to quell the pain in his chest. 

Valentino didn't love him, of that much he was sure. Angel wasn't the smartest man in any room he'd ever been in, but he knew a setup when he saw one. Valentino's goal, in the end, was Vox. He'd known that even back when Valentino was still charming him. His priority had always, always been Vox.

That didn't stop him from growing feelings in those early decades, though. From watering them and talking to them and letting them flourish. Even now, with Valentino treating him like dirt half the time and like he was a little piece of Heaven the rest of it, he loved him.

And he hated it. Drawing in a deep breath, he reached for the vase of red roses on his dresser and his eyes slammed open again. Hurling it across the room, his chest heaved with heavy panting as he growled, eyes narrowed. It was the turning that brought his attention to the Overlord looming behind him, just out of sight of the mirror he’d been standing in front of.

Shit. Shit. Fucking shit, fuck, fuck, fuck.

”Uh— M-Mistah Vox!“ He chirped suddenly, putting on his customer service voice as his eyes shot open wide and his smile formed tight over his teeth, tense, just barely shy of a grimace, ”Ta what d'I owe da plea...sure?“ 

”Oh, Angel,“ Vox began as he placed both hands behind his back, ”Pleasure's more... Valentino's thing, wouldn't you say?“

Angel didn't like how he said that, how he kicked his leg forward when he started across the room. He'd seen his share of snakes in his day, but this was more of a shark. Wading, waiting, watching. Ready to consume at any moment.

The way he felt seen right now was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before, and he was a Satan damned pornstar.

”I, uh. I... Y-yeah, I guess so.“ The spider trapped himself against his vanity as Vox finished his strut to the door, pressing his palm flat against it. For a second, he considered his next actions, before closing his eyes and reaching out an invisible tether to the nearest security cameras. Figured that they would be outside of Angel Dust's dressing room and also inside it. Using his tether to the one outside, he swung it from side to side to ensure that the coast was clear. When it inevitably was, he returned it to its perfect angle and immediately cut the signal of both cameras.

Most likely, Valentino wouldn't notice, and it wouldn't take him long to do what he came here to do. He'd flip the switch back when he was finished.

Valentino didn't need to hear his little boy toy scream in agony when the inevitable happened.

”So, can I do sumtin' for ya...?“ The high pitch in Angel's voice told him that the spider had some level of an idea of what was about to happen to him. It was about to hurt, whatever it was, and he could see that when the TV swiveled on his neck. God, he hated it when Sinners did creepy shit like that, but it kept him struck to the spot regardless.

”I don't think so, no.“ Vox's voice was dismissive, colored with static as he turned suddenly on a dime, pivoting like every move he ever made had been meticulously practiced, ”But I can do something... To you.“

”Huh?“

”Oh, nothing, nothing. It shouldn't hurt... Too much. I just need to send a little message to you that I don't think you're willing to receive if I'm not in the room with you.“ A cruel grin overtook his mouth as his left eye widened and the bullseye there pulsed. Angel's eyes reflected the black growing in waves, and he smirked.

”I need you to fetch a piece of that glass.“ Vox told him, turning to look at the broken vase, ”And I need you to draw it across your wrists. And then your throat. You can do that for me, can't you?“

”Yes, Vox.“ Angel's voice was on autopilot as the spider began to move, and Vox tutted.

”Ah, ah, ah. Wait a moment. When you come back... I want you to leave. Don't return to work. Let Valentino think you don't want him anymore. Am I understood?“

”Yes, Vox.“

”Good. I'll leave you to that, then.“

There was a pause.

"Oh, and Angel? Remember. This is our little secret. It wouldn’t do for you to go and run your mouth about this, so how about you do us both a favor and forget I was even here?"

“Yes, Vox.” Vox didn’t stay long enough to hear his name being said. The camera fizzled back online as Vox disappeared once more, leaving Angel Dust to his fate.

It wasn't even two hours later that Vox got the call. Valentino's precious 'o' face appeared on Vox's screen alongside his pet name on Vox's phone as Paul Anka’s Put Your Head On My Shoulder began to play.

Bunny Is Calling!

Vox wanted to be in caretaker mode the second he answered the phone, but he knew better than to give away his position like that. The pathetic little sniffle that started the call, however, did touch his black little heart, and he sighed.

“Are you drunk?” He questioned, “I'm not ready to apologize to you.” What a good liar, he was. Especially to a drunk Valentino.

“D-Destello,” Valentino whimpered, sobbing openly into the palm of his upper left hand, “He's— He—” Another shaky breath, and he let out a whine, “He killed himself.”

“Who, Bunny?” Sitting up, his brow creased and he threw the call onto one of his other monitors, watching as Valentino's face filled the screen. He looked like a mess, glowing pink tears slid down his cheeks and stained his skin and fur, and Vox could confirm that he was, indeed, drunk. And at home.

“A-Angie.” Came the broken reply, and the moth let loose another little whimper, soft and desperate, “I don't wanna be alone, Daddy. Please. Please.”

“Oh, Bunny. I am… I am so sorry. Maybe the attention was just too much for him.” Vox suggested, keeping the smile off of his face, but only barely. The proficient look of concern on his face was one that he had meticulously planned and practiced, and it was well worth it. Val was buying it, hook, line, and sinker, “Do you need anything?”

“Y-You,” This time, another sob shook his shoulders and Valentino dropped his phone onto the couch. Curling up beside it, he let the video continue to display the ceiling of his room, “C-come see me. I'm...”

Was he going to apologize? Vox perked up a little more, his lips parted in curiosity.

“Lo lamento, Destello. Ven aquí por favor.” 

Wow. He really did apologize, and in no small words, either. Lamento, huh? Valentino really must have been feeling lonely. Perfect.

A patient, gentle smile and ooey gooey eyes worked onto Vox's screen and he nodded solemnly.

“It's okay, Bunny, don't worry your pretty little head over it. This has obviously gotten to you, and I accept your apology. Let Daddy come and make it all better. We could go shopping if you want?”

The suggestion danced around Val's head for a little bit, before he nodded at the ceiling. Reaching over, he grabbed his phone and turned it so that it could see him again. He nodded once more as the screen rotated and the picture became widescreen.

“Y-yeah, yeah. Si. Let's do... Do that.” Oh, Vox was going to get back in with him so good. This plan was working out so well that he couldn't have even paid for it to go any better.

“I'll be right there, Bunny. Daddy's going to fix you.” He promised with a purr, rising from his seat and adjusting his bowtie, “Just a second, Bunny.”

“Uh-huh. Se-See you soon.“

”See you in just a few seconds.“ As soon as they hung up, Vox had to laugh. It turned into a violent cackle in mere seconds. He'd won! He’d won because of course, he had! Disappearing into the nearest camera with an electric hum and the scent of ozone, he was in Valentino's room in record time with a gracious smile on his face and his arms open wide, ”Bunny? Daddy's he—”

Vox didn't get to finish his sentence before Valentino crashed into his arms. Clinging to his lover tightly, the moth buried his face in Vox's neck. Clutching Vox's suit jacket with his lower hands, his upper arms wrapped tightly around Vox's shoulders. The electric Sinner gently wiggled his arms free, shifting Valentino's arms to wrap around his chest so he could hold him close.

“There, there, Bunny, it's okay—” Vox purred with a whirr of his mechanics, and he rubbed the other's back. Holding him close as the other sank to his knees to make up for the height difference, he hummed softly, “Daddy's here, Daddy's got you. Nothing's going to hurt you, now.” 

“Why'd he— He just—” Valentino blubbered against his shoulder, hiding his face there, now. He didn't wear his glasses, and the lights in his room were all off. The curtain was drawn on the window, letting in as little light as possible. Clearly, he didn't want to be blinded.

“He just...?”

“He k-killed... Himself at work.” A sob, “Did he w-want to get away-haay-haaaaaay from m-me so b-b-baaaad?” There it was, the sobbing, the carrying on, the glowing, pale pink tears streaming down his cheeks. Rubbing Valentino’s back a little more, Vox pressed a kiss to the top of the other's bald head. The taller Sinner was on his knees to be held properly, his thighs quaking.

“Noooo, no, Bunny. Nobody wants to get away from you. You're an absolute delight,” When he was behaving, anyway. Vox knew just what to say to at least get Valentino's antennae to perk up from where they laid flat against his head, “He's just some stupid junkie. He never knew what he had. He probably couldn't hack being in the spotlight with you. You're so much better looking than he is, and all he's got are his looks. You are the entire package, Baby. There’s nothing you can’t do, nothing that you aren’t. This is why Daddy wants you so badly. You’re perfect, and you’re perfect for him.” And Vox’s entire brand was perfection.

Simpering as though Valentino were a child whose ice cream had slipped down his shirt and it was such a shame, Vox cupped Val's cheeks in his claws. Kissing between his eyes, and then down to his lips, he smiled softly.

“Don't you worry about this, Beautiful. Daddy's got you. Daddy loves you. He's sorry we had that stupid fight.“

”M-mee-hee-heeee tooooo-hoo-hooooo.” Another sob wrenched from his lips and he clung tight to Vox, kissing him again as the tears continued to flow. Well, those were going to stain his screen, but it would be worth it. Valentino was his again. And that was fine by him; He’d expected this would be how this would end.

“Say it, Bunny.”

“I luh-huuuuh-hooove you, tooo-hooo-hooo.” Valentino whimpered, and Vox kissed him again, slow, shallow, careful.

“There's Daddy's good Bunny. Let's get you cleaned up and we'll go out on the town tonight, Daddy's treat.” 

At least the option of spending Vox's money was always a good way to perk Valentino right up. He wiped futilely at his cheeks and sat up on his knees with another kiss and a pathetic sniffle. It would be a solid two hours of beautification before they were heading to the limo and on their way to wherever Valentino wanted to waste some big bucks, but that was fine. Vox enjoyed watching Valentino get ready for things, it was oddly calming to him to pick out the routine.

Vox was back, baby.

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Translations:

Lo lamento, Destello. Ven aquí por favor. - Spanish - I'm sorry, Spark. Please come here.

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Send "Let me take you home" to help my drunk muse

[ Valentino ]

He was still crying. The pale pink, glowing tears dripped down his cheeks and finally off of his chin, landing in the pitcher of martinis he'd been slowly gulping on for the last half hour. This was already after a blender of chocolate martinis, and twelve shots of whipped cream vodka. It was a drinking-to-forget kind of night.

But every time he looked at his phone, or his Hellexa, or the giant TV at the back of his office, he'd just start sobbing again. It was hard to forget Vox when he, and his gadgets, were everywhere.

All of the hardware and software in this club were from Voxtek. It wasn't like he had a choice, of course, but still. Vox was baked into his clubs, and he wasn't even at Spark Plugs. That would have made this so much worse.

Or... Better, maybe. If he could find someone who could do for him what Vox did for him but better, maybe he'd be able to crawl over this hurdle. He knew better, somewhere in his brain, but he was so sauced he could barely think.

Stumbling to his feet without his heels on, he left his shoes behind beside the couch as he crashed forward into the coffee table. Spilling his pitcher over it and the floor, his lower lip wobbled again before he wailed in anguish. The tears came harder and more apparent, staining his skin and fur with a glowing trail.

He didn't know what happened, but he found himself sitting back on the couch after a few minutes, hands on his shoulders that he didn't recognize. All he knew was that this wasn't Vox. The fingers were slim and soft, not angular and conductive.

"Who'ssere?" He couldn't really see without his glasses, having left the neon lights in the room on while he was drinking.