Ad-Lib My Heart(Valastor)

♥️Chapter 15🦌

Red eyes stayed glued on the pimp, despite the smile plastered on his face, those same eyes seemed to show he was searching for his answer. Averting his gaze he sighed, "Oh alright. After all it would be rude to turn down a dance." Valentino took the lead, as they began to dance. One step to the front, as Alastor stepped to the side, which allowed them to turn. One step forward, another step to the side, turn. "The new waltz...," the red deer mumbled, but still loud enough that the other heard. "So you know this dance," he asked as they spun around. Alastor smiled, "But of course!"
The moth chuckled in response. He knew Alastor would know this, after all, the 1920s era was what the infamous radio demon knew best. Kinda like he was knowledgeable about his own time. Things seemed to be going smoothly, their dancing in tune with one another. "Though," the red deer like demon pulled out a very quick step, causing Val to slip, bending him back. His grin wide with pride, showing off those sharp yellow teeth, "One should always watch their foot work, you never know when one could give you the slip."

The moth pimp blinked, at first very confused by the sudden switch up, but then grinned. Alastor wanted some control, he'd let him have some. Now leading, the red male, pulled him back up to stand straight, and they went back to their waltz. One step forward, one to the side, turn, repeat. As the music tempo began to quicken so did their steps. Val smirked, deciding he wanted the control once more, so he spun the red demon, lifting him off his feet as he held him bridal style," Who needs to watch their foot work now~?"

Alastor's face turned as red as his hair, his own words thrown at him caught him slightly off guard. He was soon returned to the ground, as his backside was now facing the others chest. Al kicked out a leg before he was twirled, brought back to facing his dance partner as they quick stepped.

The song was reaching its end, Valentino spun him once more, dipping him at the final beat.

Both men now panting, too tired to move from the pose while they tried catching their breaths. "Haha," Alastor began to laugh through his panting, catching the other's attention, "Why I haven't had that much fun with a dance partner in a long time!"

"Is that so~," Val leaned in a little closer, "I'm glad to hear that."

The red demon's rust red eyes widened realizing just how close Valentino's face was to his and it was getting closer. He felt frozen....His lips pursed together, forming a tight closed lipped smile. What was going on? Why was this happening? Why his heart was racing a mile a minute? Just an inch away...Valentino's lips would meet his own any second now.

"Vaaaaaal!"

A cry of a familiar demoness startled them enough to part away. Their full attention now on Velvet, who was visibly upset. "Val that box brute hurt my arm, look," she ran over to him, flashing a large purple bruise that was beginning to form, "He was being an extra extra jerk and all I did was stick up for you...."
Valentino frowned upon seeing the injury, sure it would be gone in two days, but he didn't like the fact Vox hurt her. He took her arm into his hand causing her to whimper from the pain. "Urh..... Son of bitch.....," he growled lowly.

"Why that's not how you treat a lady," Alastor chimed in. The doll demoness sniffled, "Right?! He's so mean!"

The moth patted her head, gently, "Babydoll, how about you head into the studio, go to the penthouse?  I have to take Alastor to the hotel and then I'll be right back."

Her white irises peered up at him, then at the red demon, and back at him again. She gave a small smile, "Okay." She scurried off, leaving them alone once more.

"Regrettably, it seems we must end this. I guess Vox got his way after all," the pimp stated as they began to walk back to the limo.

"Hmm....that depends on what happens next," Alastor hummed out, which made the moth raise brow. Slowly a smile spread across his blue lips, "I suppose you're right."
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Arriving to the hotel, both sinners got out. The ride had been a little quiet, the moth overlord clearly trying to think of how he was going to address Vox over Velvet's bruises arm. But that was understandable, Val clearly cared about the sweets overlord as if she were his daughter. Alastor turned to him, "Thank you for tonight. I quite enjoyed myself."

Valentino lifted a red clawed hand to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on it, "I'm glad to hear that. I hope we can do this again sometime~"
He winked, which made the red deer like demon's heart start to race and his face felt a little warm. Chuckling he releases the other man's hand, "I hope to be seeing ya soon, Bambi~ Goodbye~"

With all smiles, the moth got back into the limo. Giving the deer one last glance before it sped off.

Alastor just stood there, watching it go. What was this feeling? He felt it when he received the letter, during their dancing, and something sorta like it when his letter was sent....though that one he knew wasn't this feeling. That one was different. But this feeling....he didn't understand it. Shaking it off, he turned on his heel, quickly going into the hotel. He was met with Angel and Husk still at the bar. He carefully tried to close the door to not alert them that he was back, but with loud click the door shut, catching their attention instantly. He internally cursed at himself. He never understood why doors and floors made noises at the worst times.

"Well looks like he's back," Angel turned his whole body, crossing one leg over the other and a grin plastered on his face. Husk leaned on the bar a tad, a plume brow raised, "And he's not traumatized?"

"No I'm quite alright, thank you," the red deer strolled over to them.

"Heh, so....how'd it go loverboy," the spider asked with his eyes libbed.

"Loverboy?"

"Yeh...Ya Val's new flame now Smiles. Did ya seal the deal?"

Alastor looked at him confused, "What?"

A sigh escaped the alcoholic feline's lips, "He wants to know if you kissed."

That took the red demon back a bit, "What? Certainly not! Don't be so absurd!"

"Told you it wouldn't happen, Angel," Husk grinned with pride.

"Awwwww dammit!"
The arachnid slumped over in defeat. He really wanted to win this.

"Don't be such a sore loser," the feline placed another drink down for him.

Alastor blinked, "Wait a minute? DID YOU TWO MAKE A WAGER?!"

"Yes....Hmf. And I lost my shot at a date with him...Thank Smiles," Angel grumbled as he picked up the drink. He was very disappointed that he lost. "My effeminate fellow, you really should never make any bets with Husker, he never loses," Alastor stated, "Well I'm off to my room. It's almost curfew Angel, so you should really head on your way too. Wouldn't want the princess and her paramour to get upset now would we?" The pale pink arachnid sipped on his drink, "Who cares about what the broads think? I still got questions ta ask ya."

In return Alastor gave a dismissive shake of the hand, "A gentleman never tells, he leaves them wanting more. Angel gave a snort, "Yeah he'll be wantin' more alright."

The red demon looked annoyed by that, "Yes yes, now finish that drink and hurry along to your room."

Pink irises rolled across odd scleras, "Yeah yeah whatever." After he downed the drink, he put some cash onto the bar and headed upstairs. The two watched the arachnid go, only once he was gone did Husk speak up, "You just wanted him to leave didn't you?"

Alastor gave a nod of his head, "Yes."

Husk handed him a bottle of booze, "Well ya got what you wanted. So how did your date go?"

The other took it, "It's went just fine."

"So you admit it's a date?"
The winged demon could have sworn Alastor had short circuited, which made him laugh a little. "I didn't say that Husker, don't put words into my mouth," the deer demon objected. "Oh but you did. Just admit it, it's a date, and ya had a good time. Nothing wrong with that, drop ya pride for a second will you," Husk grinned a little at him. "Oh as if I need to hear that from you of all demons here in hell. You won't drop anything to even go on a pity date with the insufferable spider," his grin widening when he saw Husk frown in the corner of his eyes. "Yeah, I'll go on a date with Angel, when you go on another with Valentino," the cat grumbled, taking a swig of his booze. Alastor finished his drink in one gulp, tossing the empty bottle into the trash. As he got up, he hummed, "I'll hold you to that. Goodnight, Husker."
Before Husk to say another word, he snapped his fingers, vanishing immediately.