Deals With The Devil (Chris MotionlessXreader)

Vincent

'Chris!' Devin shouted, bolting away from the bar he was stationed at and almost tackling me with a unrelenting hug. I let him have his moment of physical interaction with me seeing as how the only other touch he probably got was from horny men. I honestly didn't expect this from him. It wasn't what I was expecting at all. 'I've missed you!'
'Yeah. What're you doing here?' I spoke coldly, pushing my friend off of me and looking around at the eloquent red furniture and golden designs that crept onto everything in the room.
'I work here!'
'I thought you lived here?'
'I do. I live and work here. Everyone is really nice and I get free stuff. The other girls don't like me all that much but I don't care. Hold on, I'll find the other guys.' I was honestly too busy wondering why Devin was happy to be in such a place to focus on what he was talking about. I had seen Devin do some weird stuff, like spending an hour trying to hide a dress in his dog's mouth when we were kids, but I was truly unsure as to what was going on in his head. Devin took my hand in his, his manicured black nails digging into my skin as he dragged me through the dimly lit sex riddled building. I refused to stare as drunks and whores passed me with devious smiles across their lipstick stained faces. I had been in places like these before but I was confused by the prospect of it. I was pulled from my thoughts when Devin shoved me into a seat at a table beside Ricky who was drunkenly nuzzling a blonde woman's neck.
'Fu-ckin' finally,' Ricky hiccuped 'thought you'd never show up!'
'Chris,' Ryan cut in from across the table whilst Devin skipped off like a teenage girl. 'something is wrong with this place.'
'Oh shut the fuck up!'
'No, Ricky, you shut up.' Ryan sassed, shoving Ricky out of his seat and stealing his spot beside me. 'Ever since we got here, Ricky has been acting strange and I don't even know where Josh has gone. Devin isn't acting right...'
'I know, I know. You find Josh and get the both of them out of here while I find out what's going on and help Devin, alright? Just grab Josh and Ricky, then take them back to (Y/n)'s place.'
'Alright. Stay safe, alright?'
'You of all people know that isn't possible.'

'Devin?' I called, pacing around the strange building that felt like it's own little world. It was hard to concentrate on finding my brother when (Y/n) was sticking to the back of my neck like a leech. The look she gave me when I told her I couldn't be with her anymore shattered me to bits but I had to. She needed to settle down and live her life, not watch others end.
I was becoming more human by the minute.
The more hallways of doors I passed, the more I was wondering if I was even there. Every corner was the same, every room gave off the same noises and smells. 'Sir, are you lost?'
'No, no I...' I trailed off when I heard a familiar voice call from behind me. The voice had been stripped of all conscious. Turning around, a saw her will dull eyes, the skin around her throat was red and raw.
'(Y/n)? What're you doing here?'
'...sir, are you lost?'
'(Y/n)?'

I couldn't- for the life of me- figure out why Devin was working at such a place. I knew about the brothel across town but the things I heard weren't the most pleasant so I stayed away yet when I stepped towards the entrance, I was only met with confirmation. 'Welcome Madame!' A relatively average male voice called. I looked up, a slight tightness in my chest forming when I noticed the person sitting outside the large metal doors. He was beautiful, extremely so but I refused to think anything more than that.
'I'm looking for some friends. Does Devin work here?'
'Yes, indeed he does. Lovely little boy, he is. Would you like to come inside? You must be right freezing by now!' The man offered. I was quite charmed by him. He spoke like a gentleman and I honestly felt comforted by it.
'Thank you.' I smiled, stepping through the large doors. The man followed behind me, still holding a goofy smile like an exited drunk.
'What is your name Madame?' He asked, skipping beside me.
'(Y/n). What's yours?'
'My name is Vincent! I own this establishment. Now then, lets go find your little friend.'

Something was wrong. Vincent was somehow able to make me spill everything. My relationships, my fears, desires, family, friends- he knew all of it. I had forgotten all about Devin and my friends and instead spent the whole time just talking. 'Your life seems pretty full-on. Don't you ever try to relax?' He asked, slipping a stray strand of his black hair behind his ear.
'I can't, not when I'm terrified of getting everybody killed. I only get Chris into trouble...no wonder he left me...'
'His loss. You're a marvellous young lady, so many stories to tell but no one to tell them to.' He grinned, pausing outside of one of the doors that sat in the corridor. 'If I'm correct, this is his room. If you cannot tell this place is so big it's hard to keep track of where you are. Do you plan to stay for very long?'
'I'm not sure...I don't even know why I'm here...I have cats at home that require my attention more than my friends do...' I sighed, reaching for the doorknob before feeling Vincent's hand on mine, stopping me.
'Then maybe this door isn't for you. They have no business with you. They only cause you misery and distress. Your calling is somewhere else...' He muttered, lifting my hand and intertwining our fingers.
'Where else can I go? What do I do without them?'
'...Come with me. I can make everything better if you let me...' I was beginning to feel dazed, like he had my heart-strings wrapped around his finger and curling it only brought me closer to him. It was to the point where I forgot about everything, Chris, Devin, Josh, all of them.
'...okay...'

I felt numb. Every bone in my body was his now. I was a shell, only moving for him. I only breathed for him, only lived for him. I leaned my head against his bare chest, only focusing on the gentle rise and fall of it, the soft, repetitive rhythm of his heartbeat. 'My love, are you awake?' Vincent asked, running his fingers through my hair.
'...yes...'
'How're you feeling?'
'...numb...'
'Do you remember your name?'
'...no...'
'Who do you love?'
'You...only you...no one else...'
'Good girl.'