Sold Your Life For A Thrust | RADIOSTATIC | Previously titled 'An Exception'

Regret

Vox felt alone.

He was exhausted, angry, hurt, and scared. Exhausted from the excruciating day of borderline torture, angry at Valentino, hurt that Alastor had left him, and scared that, now somebody knew about how he had sold his soul, word could get out into the public.

In a logical sense, Valentino wouldn't tell anyone. The consequences would be far greater than any possible positives of letting word get out, and it would shatter their relationship and partnership irreparably.

However, Vox was painfully aware of how Valentino often acted illogically whenever his emotions were high. He just hoped that he had the sense to keep his mouth shut.

And then, Alastor. Fucking Alastor.

Vox hated to admit how much it had hurt when Alastor had used his chains against him. It was a torturous reminder that, despite their deal, he was nothing more than a soul to Alastor. Something to own, to give attention to when necessary, but otherwise, to ignore. A hindrance.

Fuck, Vox felt like shit.

Worst of all, for some horrible reason, he was still turned on. His head was aching with the chaos of the day and he wanted nothing more than to collapse into his bed and sleep for weeks, but he couldn't ignore the burning want that clouded his mind.

He wished he could. He wished he could just ignore how fucking horny he was, as he didn't have the energy to touch himself, let alone go and see somebody to do it for him.

And even then, who would he go to? He and Valentino were both pissed at each other, and he could hardly walk into any old bar and hook up with someone; he had an image to maintain.

In short, he was absolutely fucked.

"...Excuse me, Sir..?"

A voice spoke from the other side of the room, echoing around the walls. A voice which Vox usually found annoying, but now, an idea coming to him, was a welcome intrusion.

Taking a breath to try and compose himself as much as possible, he swivelled around in his chair, straightening up as he made eye contact with one of his assistants.

Eelliot had worked for him for years, and was nervous and socially-awkward, unable to function in even a normal conversation with his coworkers. However, this general submission and patheticism made him perfect for work.

Unlike most of his other employees, Eelliot always obeyed everything Vox said without the need of hypnotism. He was always eager for praise, to do things exactly the way Vox wanted, no matter what...

Vox couldn't believe how he didn't think of this sooner.

"Eelliot," he said sharply, unable to stop a grin making its way onto his face, "Come here."

A little caught off guard, Eelliot obeyed, scurrying across the walkway towards where Vox was seated. "Yes, sir?"

Vox narrowed his eyes a little as Eelliot stopped a metre or so short of his chair. "Did I tell you to stop? I said come here."

"E-Excuse me?" Bewildered, Eelliot took a tentative step forwards again, unsure of what exactly he was meant to do.

God, he was pathetic.

"Come here," Vox repeated yet again, this time gesturing to his lap. If his assistant was going to be too much of an idiot to work it out himself, there was no point in wasting time and dancing around things.

"Oh," Eelliot blinked, seeming extremely taken aback for a moment at the request. After a long moment, he shuffled forwards, staring down at the floor in a miserable attempt to both avoid eye contact and hide the flush which was rising on his cheeks.