Falling in love~ (Stolitz)-(Smut, fluff, & maybe angst)

StaticMoth pt2.

A/N Just some fluff. Sorry for not posting, school has been shit. Stolas looks so hot like this..WHO SAID THAT??

The elevator hummed quietly as it rose to the penthouse level. Pentagram City sprawled below, a den of sin like no other. Vox's screen reflected back at him, filling the glass elevator with soft light and painting his view of the metropolis red and blue. It was suiting, really, because it was his city. His, Valentino's, and Velvet's, and he'd crush anyone who tried to interrupt their perfect paradise.Valentino's penthouse was truly just an extension of the studio. The grooving notes of electric guitar and simple drums floated through the air as a suitable soundtrack to the general debauchery that took place here. Demons of every gender lounged around on plush furniture in low light—often nude or near it—smoking, drinking, and entertaining themselves. There really wasn't as much active sex as he'd expected—some couples (or more) lazily kissed and explored each other's bodies, but the frantic, animalistic vibe of the clubs or the film studio were replaced with something much more relaxed.Vox picked his way through the penthouse, stepping over strung-out bodies on the floor and slipping past quiet conversations that hummed with the music.He found Val on the rooftop lounge, accompanied by his usual entourage of sluts, stars, and sycophants. Some women in what could barely be called swimsuits lounged around the jacuzzi, skin covered in goosebumps summoned by the cool breeze. Two of them were putting on a lazy show, entwined in a deep kiss, nipples pebbled and hard through the thin fabric of their tops, their wet skin glistening in the low light. Other party-goers talked amongst themselves in low tones. Vox saw one couple in a 69 position, snorting coke off each other's dicks.Vox felt a little tug on his shirt and turned to see a winding stream of red smoke leading him to his goal: Valentino. The pimp was relaxing easily on a sectional, surrounded by several of his favorite whores and a couple low-level business associates. Two women clung to his sides, listening adoringly to every honey-coated word he said. They wore no clothes at all except for pearl body harnesses that dripped down their chests and pale mesh thongs.As Vox approached, Valentino wordlessly dismissed most of the group with a wave. The two clingers remained, laying their heads on his chest and his lap."Voxy, you finally made it." Valentino said with a toothy grin."Not much of a party.""You missed it. All the interesting people have already headed back to the club." Valentino blew out smoke."Sorry, Val. Work came up—you know how it is.""Whatever." Val stubbed out his cigarette on the back of the sectional and gauzy smoke rose from the burnt fabric. "Let's get out of here. You drive?"Vox dangled his car key as a way of confirmation.Valentino rose up from his seat slowly, letting the girls slide off. One grabbed his sleeve, looking up pitifully."But Daddy V, you said you'd let me sleep over," she purred, pouting in an exaggerated way that made Vox want to roll his eyes. "I'm all tired out and ready for... bed." She licked her lips, lingering on the last word."Later, baby, I promise. Daddy has work to do right now." Val patted her cheek affectionately before leading Vox away, back into the main house. The girls sulked on the couch behind them for a moment before finding comfort in each other's arms.As the overlords wound through the apartment, various attendees called out to Valentino and reached out their hands as he passed by, desperate for his attention. It was impossible to succeed in the industry without Val's direct approval, so Vox was used to witnessing the constant bombardment of flattery and brown-nosing. That was why he skipped some of the parties: he got tired of sharing Valentino with the entire city every time they stepped out into public."Good party, I take it?" Vox asked, pushing down the niggling feeling of jealousy."Eh, it was all right. Some girl with one eye missing got skullfucked and some of her brain came out, and cleaning that shit out of the carpet was a real fucking hassle. Looked like someone dropped a raspberry cheesecake." Val shrugged, plucking his signature coat from the hook by the door and leading Vox out."That is one of the least disgusting things you've ever been involved in.""I wasn't involved, I just happened to be there. And if her lawyer asks, I wasn't in the room, capisce?" Vox laughed, nodding exaggeratedly, and unlocked the car, sliding comfortably into the driver's seat. Valentino paused at the door, tapping his claws on the roof pensively.Valentino's usual method of transportation by limo was simultaneously a factor of style and convenience. He squeezed his tall form into Vox's sleek sports car and slid the seat back as far as it could go, reclining until his head wasn't squashed sideways into the ceiling."Ugh, I fucking hate riding in your car.""That's a weird way to say 'thanks for giving me a ride'." Vox retorted, closing his door and buckling himself in."Thanks for giving me a ride, almighty Overlord Vox. Your generosity knows no bounds. Your heart and your dick are ten times the size of your clown car—" Vox punched him in the shoulder and Val laughed, leaning over to give Vox's screen a loud, wet smooch."Ugh! You got spit all over my screen, asshole.""It's not all over. It's in one spot, you big baby." Vox scoffed, smiling fondly as he pulled the car into drive, pulling out into the near empty high street. Val handed him a Wackdongles napkin from the console so he could wipe away the smear.Hell was always busy with some sort of debauchery, but it did have its lulls. Explosions and screaming slowed to infrequent intervals at this time of morning as late-night revelers turned in for bed (or flat passed out where they stood). Vox had asked Val long ago how he maintained his frenetic lifestyle on such little sleep. Val had laughed and replied simply, "I'm driven by a love for what I do, baby. Plus a shit-ton of caffeine. Get me another soda."Soon, Vox felt a hand creep along the back of his neck, dipping into his shirt to tease the skin with sharp claws, and another gliding across his thigh to palm at his crotch."Not while I'm driving, you horny fuck. I don't want to crash.""Oh please, we can't die twice. It's just a car. I'll buy you another, baby." Valentino crooned, bringing his face into the crook of Vox's neck to lathe the skin with his long tongue. Vox gently pushed him away with a hand, trying to stay focused on the road."For real. It's just until the club." Vox said, patting Val's leg affectionately. Valentino pulled away and pouted dramatically."Besides, weren't you promising some chick you'd lay her tonight, like, thirty minutes ago?" Vox added, only half-joking. "You know there's enough of me to go around, baby, and that's just business—you know how it is. You're the only one for me, sweetheart. You know that." Val gently tugged one of Vox's hands from the steering wheel and kissed each claw gently. Vox softened a little. He knew how Valentino operated going in, even before they'd moved from business partners to romantic ones, but sometimes the jealousy still pricked his heart. He stiffened a little with surprise as Val sucked on the purlicue of the held hand, flicking it with his tongue."I'll show you how much you mean to me, babydoll." Val said in a husky tone before reclining back again and interlacing their fingers.-x-Vox parked in the private lot outside the Club Inferno (where 'the bitches are hotter than hell') and went to open Val's door. The gesture earned him a kiss, which he liked, and a slap on the ass, which he did not."I told you to cut that shit out!" Vox said irritatedly."You love it.""I don't.""You beg me to spank you all the time!""That's different!" Val laughed and held the club door open for Vox, bowing dramatically. He smacked Vox's ass again as he passed and Vox whirled, pointing a claw up at Valentino's smug face."I'm going to kick your ass.""You can't reach it, baby." Vox huffed and trailed after Valentino into the club.The crowd was drunk and lively, eagerly waiting for the main event. The low-tier dancers strutted across the stage and wound up the crowd with subtle teases and promises of something more if the price was right. As Valentino pushed through the crowd ahead of Vox, attendees cheered the pimp and raised their glasses in toast to the Overlord that supplied Pentagram City with an endless supply of carnal pleasures. The Overlords slipped backstage and stage managers flocked over to their boss, ready to report ahead of the big show.The stage managers were all wicked old hags whose relentless jealousy and hatred for the young and beautiful dancers turned them into perfect micromanagers. It was genius, really--Val had managed to outsource his pickiness into a spiteful workforce that upheld his high standards.A sallow-skinned imp crept up to them, stained clipboard clutched in her bony hand. She ducked her head politely at her boss before speaking."Mister Valentino, Brithany won't be in for her shift. She says she's sick—something about ultra-gonorrhea? She sent me the doctor's note." The little imp handed up her phone to show Valentino the message. Val curled his lip in annoyance as he read."Then she won't eat. She knows the rules." Val lit a cigarette and exhaled a ribbon of red smoke. The other managers gave Valentino their daily reports and scuttered away to make sure their charges were in line and ready."Harsh." said Vox."Oh, whatever. Your employees piss in bottles." "Shit, you're right." Vox laughed. A tattered-looking call girl stumbled up, mascara running black streaks down her splotchy face. Val caught her with an arm. She started to blubber about a bad trick she'd just come back from. Val gritted his teeth and waved Vox away."Grab us some drinks. I'll meet you upstairs.""Any requests?""Nothing heavy." The specification gave Vox pause—Val was never sober for these showcases—but he shrugged it off. Maybe there was a particularly important act he wanted to be fully focused on. The crowd at the bar parted as he approached, giving him plenty of space to order. He ordered a French 75 for himself and an aperol spritz for Val—low alcohol content but still pinkish enough under the club lights to pass as on-brand.Val reappeared right before the show started and slid into the seat next to Vox, placing an arm across the back of the couch. Vox handed him his drink and Val gave him a peck on the cheek.The lights onstage flickered off and the crowd whooped and cheered, excited for the main event. A row of seven spotlights lit up one after another across the stage, revealing limber dancers hanging from poles in various poses. The intro to a song began to play and they started moving in unison.Valentino slid his hand into Vox's, interlocking their fingers. Another hand rested on Vox's thigh. Vox rubbed his thumb over Valentino's. The pimp had such warm hands where Vox's were always frigid cold.As they watched the show, the hand on Vox's thigh drew lazy circles with a long claw. It was a simple, thoughtless gesture but it made Vox feel warm. Vox went through four cocktails but noticed Valentino only half-finished his first. "You okay, babe?" Vox asked in a low, concerned voice as the fifth dancer took center stage.Valentino brought their interlaced hands to his face and kissed the back of Vox's hand gently."Yeah. I have something for you." Valentino stood up from his seat and led Vox by the hand out to a balcony. When he closed the door behind them the sound of the club was completely gone, replaced by the faint city sounds below. Vox's pulse fluttered as Valentino looked at him thoughtfully. It was uncharacteristic and he was getting worried. Was this the end? What had he done? What could he do to fix it?When Val spoke, his voice was quiet, lacking all the roughness and flair Vox was accustomed to."You're a heartless bastard. Your cruelty knows no bounds. You rule with an iron fist and have no qualms about using underhanded tactics to get what you want. You're a vile fiend, Vox." Valentino smiled broadly. "I like that about you. I love that about you. I love doing fucked-up shit with you. I really, really want you to be mine, baby."Valentino pulled out a small crimson-colored velvet box and offered it to the media overlord. Vox took it, feeling flushed, and carefully opened it.It was a simple obsidian band with gold trim and a small, heart-shaped ruby in the center. Vox peered closer. It wasn't a ruby—it was a crystal with a sticky red liquid swirling inside."Blood?" Vox raised an eyebrow questioningly."Mine." Gentle hands reached out and guided the ring onto Vox's finger with a tenderness that made the media demon's heart ache. Valentino continued to caress his hand, gently toying with the ring and running his claws gently over the cool skin."What do you say?" Valentino's voice was so hushed Vox could barely hear."I say yes, you idiot. How could I say anything else?" Vox laced their fingers together and smiled at Valentino, who laughed excitedly and scooped Vox into his arms for a kiss. "Let's get out of here. We've got a lot of practice to do." Valentino said in a low tone, nipping at Vox's neck and nodding his head toward the exit."Practice for what?""The honeymoon, of course."-x-Vox tugged the soiled case off the pillow and tossed it in the general direction of the laundry pile. Val dabbed at a deep bite with an alcohol wipe. Vox hissed at the sting."Sorry, baby. I got excited, what can I say? You do things to me."Vox smiled and rolled his eyes. "It's okay. It's kinda hot, actually." He pressed a finger on the blooming bruise and winced. "Something to remember you by." Valentino chuckled and pressed a feather-light kiss to the aching spot. He patted Vox's shoulder and moved to get off the bed. Vox caught his hand and pressed a quick kiss to the palm."Thank you, husband." Vox said affectionately, savoring the way the words felt in his mouth. "Let's go ring shopping tomorrow. We'll need to commission new clothes. What color scheme should we have for the wedding?""Gold, obviously." Valentino kissed the top of Vox's head. "I'm gonna shower." Val slid off the bed."Without me?""Come on, then." Valentino grinned. Vox pushed himself into a sitting position and then collapsed back onto the pillow."Ugh. I'm too tired.""You gross bitch. Pick out a movie while you wait.""Sir yes sir!"As he browsed Voxflix, Vox heard the water switch on. Val's humming drifted out of the bathroom and Vox could smell coconut body wash. He felt warm—not from the full-body flush of physical exertion but from a little fire deep inside his cold heart. Valentino . The gratitude and excitement and relief at finding someone who understood him, really got him, was a rush like no other. All those years on Earth were wasted. If he'd known someone like Val was waiting for him in Hell, he'd have offed himself a lot sooner. He examined the ring and smiled. Now it really was paradise.