Response

by Mali89711

Summary:

Valentino gets hurt and needs time to recover. While both Vox and Velvette are taking care of his business, Vox is the only one that starts acting strange

Notes:

• Inspired by Left One Two Three Four by Vomoltron

Heavly inspired by the fic "Left One Two Three Four" by Volmotron! I wrote this as a role reversal of that in concept but it DEFINETLY not one to one lol
Give it a read! I really recomend it

Chapter 1

It was supposed to be all really simple: some bitch that didn't know what they were doing tried stealing his drug shipments, he could just send his goons to take care of it. But Valentino felt that, with him not showing up to solve things himself lately, people have started underestimating him, and he couldn't let that pass!

 

So it was just him, versus about 10 to 20 guys, give or take, in a dingy warehouse where he didn't need to hold himself back… Val felt like he was at Lulu World! 

 

He tanked the bullets like they were nothing, already expecting them by coming in clothes he didn't mind ruining. The guys that were a bit farther away he dealt with by one-shooting with one hand, while his other 3 made their way through the crowd, slashing and punching and tearing bodies to pieces. It was all pretty fast, but he still had fun.

 

He was almost over, surrounded by mangled body pieces, drenched in blood and filled with holes but still standing, when he saw the last fucker left moving crawling away like a bug. With a sadistic grim Val approached slowly, making sure the echo of his heels clicking made the poor loser know he was coming for him. But when he finally got to him the sudden shock of an explosion threw him across the warehouse in a flash.

 

Valentino only felt the burn on his skin for one second before hitting his head on a steel beam and passing out. The last thing he remembered was the sparkling sound of electricity hitting close enough to be heard beyond the ringing of the explosion in his ears and the awful smell of burning flesh, before it all turned black.

 

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Limbs re-growing in hell is not a pretty sight, it looks a lot like seeing each layer of a severed member being peeled back but in rewind, and it hurts like a bitch too. So Valentino was thankful when he woke up already bandaged and numb as hell on painkillers. All he could feel was the softness of the silk that covered his spacious heart-shaped bed 

 

He opened his eyes but quickly closed them, the bright lights of the room making him notice his headache and flinch.

 

“KITTY! LIGHT AND GLASSES!”

 

He heard the metallic steps and the zooming of his mechanical maid doing what she was told. Once he felt his heart shaped glasses being placed on his face he opened his eyes again, being greeted by way more tolerable illumination.

 

“Hum, that was pretty quick.” 

 

Still a bit woozy, Val looked around, as much as he could, in the search of the voice he would recognize anywhere, the soft blue light making him easier to spot.

 

“Vox…w-what happened?” He sounded like a drunk, and his mouth tasted it too. “Kitty, darling, help daddy sit up and bring him some water, pronto!” 

 

And the robot did it, helping Valentino raise his numb body and propping his back on some pillows, when he felt satisfied with his position he nodded. In a flash Kitty held up a water bottle and Valentino rinsed his mouth. Once all was done, the robot gave a quick bow and left to his other duties, leaving her masters in the lowly lit room.

 

“Hope you had your fill of excitement, because your little ‘fun outing’ just put us even more behind in production and gave the PR team a long absence they will have to cover for! Way to go,Val.” Vox’s anger had subsided during the hours he had to watch Val get patched up then wait for him to wake up, but he was still pretty frustrated with the whole situation and needed to let it out.

 

“Not like i planned to end up like this, pendejo!! That piece of shit just pulled that grenade out of nowhere! Not fair!” He pouted. And when he tried to cross his arms to go with, he noticed he was left with only one. The others (and his legs) were reduced to stumps of varying sizes. The actual state of his body sinking in, making him already dread the multiple days he would take to be functional again. Fuck.

 

“Well, let's just both agree this is a mess and we need to work to fix it, hum?” Vox just started sounding tired, like he just wanted to get things over with. “Listen, i will take care of your studio while Velvette takes care of your drug business and the clubs, okay? All you need to do is rest and get back on your feet as soon as possible, understand?” 

 

Despite being pissed off, Vox kept the posture of control, trying to charm Valentino into compliance with his confident smile. Their image of perfection was everything after all! That just made Val annoyed, but he was also tired, so he just agreed and kept quiet. 

 

Val turned his back at Vox, pretending to go back to sleep. Vox didn't say anything and just zapped away, taking the light with him and leaving Val alone in the darkness.

 

‘Being alone with his thoughts’ was very high on the list of things Valentino absolutely hated. He could ask Kitty for some drugs to distract himself, but the idea of being high stuck on bed sounded even more maddening.

 

His only unbandaged(and fully there) hand still felt a little weak and sore, so no jerking off either. He decided to just try forcing himself to actually sleep then. He shifted around as much as he could, trying to find the less annoying position, forcing his eyes shut so tight it started giving him a headache. 

 

His clawed hands clenched the pillow so tightly it tore it. The feeling of it, of doing damage to something, was the most soothing thing Val had felt that day. So, like a mad man, he started slashing and biting at his pillows, holding them in between his claws and fangs and tearing them apart, faster and faster. The sound of ripping fabric like a balm to his sores. He laughed like a maniac while doing it and only stopped when it was time to scream at Kitty to bring him more pillows.

 

He went on destroying his bedding for a while, covering his bed and the floor around it in white stuffing, a mix of foam and feathers. Until he finally spent all his energy and crashed out into his mess. 

 

Val went to sleep cursing and blaming Vox in his mind, even if it didn't make much sense, he had to! He needed to keep his mind focused on something so the bad thoughts would come. He just hoped he could keep it going for as long as he would be stuck in his room.

Chapter 2

Notes:

A bit of ValAngel feels this chapter

The following day he was already pissed off about having to stay in his room. He had asked Vox about a wheelchair or something, but he said since his feet would be the first to regenerate fully it was best to wait it out. Val huffed at that, but what truly made him mad was when Vox told him he couldn't call up any of his people to make him company.

“You just expect me to just sit here alone doing fuck all the whole day!? Fuck you, bitch!!” He tried looking imposing and asserting his wants with a growl, but at the state he was, all he managed to do was look pitiful, like a beatdown kitten trying to make itself look big.

Vox just rolled his eyes but still kept his cool, he knew the last thing he wanted was Valentino getting stressed and taking even longer to get back to work. Filming was already behind schedule that week thanks to that fucking whore Angel Dust being so unreliable, and now without Val to keep his incompetent staff in line, the Porn Studios where left the completely wrong type of ‘fuck fest’!

“Val, you know your whores, doesn't matter the beating they would get for it they will let it slip! You don't want the whole city to know all it takes to put you out of commission is a common explosive, do you?” Vox sat down on the bed, close to him. Val just kept pouting, he looked really unhappy about the whole situation and decided it was going to be all Vox’s fault.

He ignored Vox until he got annoyed enough to leave him. Valentino was just left to simmer on his anger at his own carelessness, anger at Vox ignoring him and, most of all, anger at being stuck in his fucking room!

As the hours passed he just got more and more stressed. Rolling frantically on the mattress, flicking from app to app on his phone and screaming orders at his robotic maid. He felt like a caged animal, with nowhere to go and nothing to do but wallow in his misery. He was even losing his sense of time, not being able to tell if he was there for hours, days…years.

Kitty would assist him to the bathroom and bring him meals he made the courtesy to finish before throwing the plates against the walls. He smoked packs and packs of cigarettes and practically drowned himself in wine, but still refused any hard drugs, knowing his frail sanity would be able to take it.

His mind was starting to feel numb. He would leave both the TV and his phone blasting at full volume, hoping to stimulate his senses, but it was still not enough. He was fixated on his social media, reading every comment, searching up his name and any news about him or his studio. He had been missing long enough to have his most avid fans speculating, but not enough to make it major news. He supposed Vox’s PR team was doing their job well.

Speaking of Vox, he did try talking to him but had  both his calls and texts ignored by that tiny-dick prick! He also tried talking to Velvette, she at least would text back, short answers and emojis but it was at least something! He would also tell him what she was doing sometimes and it did seemed like a lot, so Val could forgive her not visiting.

He would think about calling…other people too. Make sure work was being done and he wasn't forgotten by his employees. But mostly he thought about calling Angel Dust, as hard as it was to admit to it.

His finger would stay there, paralyzed, floating over Angel’s contact. But when he inevitably didn't have the guts to do it, he chose to look at pictures instead.

He would go through the album from when he and Angel Dust had a… less turbulent relationship. A myriad of pictures, both ones made for the public and ones he kept private for years. Artistic sexy pics; photos of them goofing off while eating junk food and watching cartoons; even some he took while Angel modeled for his drawings. There were videos too, of Angel sucking him off; of him looking back at him while pulling a reverse cowgirl; of them pulling pranks around the studio; but the one he always liked the most was the one he made while Angel was sleeping next to him; his soft, calm face; the way his chest moved slowly as he breathed; the way he hugged Val…

Not a day went by that Valentino didn't think about Angel Dust at least once. It didn't matter what or what feeling he came attached to, he was always there, taunting him, reminding him of what they used to have.

Angel used to be so good, always sweet and apologetic for his mistakes. But that fat titty bomb cunt and then the shithole hotel took that from him! Now he was a mouthy bitch that only talked with him about work! Val hated it!! Vox told him it wasn't a big deal, that he still owned Angel at the end of the day, but what use was that if he couldn't have Angel when he wanted him!!! GRRRRR-AHH!! IF ONLY HE HAD MADE THAT CONTRACT HOW HE WANTED!!!

Years ago, everything about Angel Dust and Valentino was perfect. When Angel signed his soul away to Val it was to bring them close together, to keep Angel’s family away and to show Angel that he could trust Val. That's why the conditions were so loose! But Val could give so much to just go back in time and change it, make it so Angel was 100% his. He is sure he could have pulled it off! Now, there was no way he would ever agree to it with those demons poisoning up his mind!

Val clenched his jaw and fist, caught himself before he had another rage episode. He focused on Angel’s face in the tiny screen, his smile and how soft he felt, as he fell down to the darkness of sleep again.

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Notes:

Look, i really don't know where im taking this, just a vague idea that might as well chage so idk

Chapter 3

Notes:

*IMPORTANT DISCUSSION ABOUT THE FUTURE OF THIS FIC ON THE END NOTES*

When Valentino woke up one day his feet had finally fully healed! He still needed  to adjust to them and to lean on Kitty for a bit to keep his balance, but being able to leave his bed and see natural light was the biggest relief he had in days!

 

The first thing he did when he woke up and removed the bandages around his legs was rush clumsily to the wall sized windows in his living room and stare at the city below. He took in the soft reddish sky of Hell’s early morning flashing down on his territory and relaxed under the warm light like a lazy cat under the sunlight.

 

He sat down on his couch and ate his fruit salad breakfast, not taking his eyes from the windows for a second. In his mind already thinking about how much he had to catch up on and all the ways he had to keep himself distracted while he healed. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of doors opening and heels clicking.

 

“Oh, Val! You are out of bed, finally!” Velvette just slightly increased the speed of her walking, getting closer to the other and pulling him down to kiss his cheek. Him being so much taller even when sitting 

making the action necessary and bringing a smile to his face.

 

“Yeah, Babydoll, i finally got an out! I swear i'm not going back to my room for the next week!” they laughed and Valvette sat beside him with a tired sigh.

 

“Urgh. Your job is easy as fuck but there is so much of it! Can't wait for you to take it all back so i can relax.”

 

“Ha! It's only easy cus my bitches know what will happen if they give you a problem! So, i assume everything is going smoothly?”

 

“Yeah, the drug supply chain is good, no major problems at the clubs and the street walkers are in line, but still! Having to go personally to so many places is exhausting! That's why i keep all my work in the Tower.”

 

“Fufufu~ and Vox is still doing the other half of it! Now don't you dare ever call me lazy again!” He standed one of his hands and tickled her, Velvette tried her hardest to hold in her laugh as she slapped him away.

 

“O-okay! Okay- Fuck! Stop!” He did, she took back her breath and stood up from the couch. “Urgh i still have my own work to take care of, so im going. You rest up so you can finish healing as soon as possible.” She gives him another little kiss and leaves “See you later, V.”

 

So Valentino was alone again. Yeah, seeing Velvette was nice, and knowing his business was taken well care of was reassuring, but he still had a little ball of anxiety in his chest, and he knew the only way to calm it would be seeing Vox in person.

 

He waited. 

 

And waited. 

 

And waited. 

 

Kitty had brought him lunch on the couch and he had it while looking back and forth between his phone and the main door.

 

He questioned himself various times if he should just let it go or come back later, he really did miss his art room and his green house, but he also knew if he let Vox pass by him he would continue to be ignored! So he waited.

 

Dinner passed by, but no sight of his business partner. Val tried calling and texting again but he still was left on ‘read’. He wanted to fucking scream and trash the place! Give Vox a real motive to show up! But he held himself back, he didn't really want for Vox to show up just to scold him. He missed talking, he missed laughing, and, most of all, he missed fucking! 

 

Val sighed and stared at his patched up hands. He imagined they would be finally all healed by tomorrow night or the following day at the latest. He wondered if he could convince Vox to take him out to celebrate, show him off somewhere fancy…he fell asleep thinking about it.

 

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“Hey! Hell to Val!”

 

 

“Mhhhh…Vox?” He blinked a lot, trying to get used to the light. His hand went to rub his eyes as he slowly woke up. “What happened?”

 

“You are here on the couch when you are supposed to be resting! Like, for real Val?! Can't you even take your own health seriously?!” Vox sounded angry and made the movement of pinching his nose bridge, something Val always found funny, given his partner’s flat face, so he managed to crack a smile.

 

Valentino ignored Vox’s nagging and just raised his legs, gently brushing his healed foot against the other, from his leg to his chest. Vox immediately stopped talking.

 

“Oh. Okay then, thats…good.” Vox cleared his troat and straightened his posture. “And your hands?”

 

He holds up his arms, letting the other take a look at his hands, that only had bandages around the fingers now. He didn't even remember the last time they were changed or if he was already like this. Kitty must’ve done it while he slept.

 

“Good.” Vox kept talking in the same tone he used when he wasn't really interested in a meeting but still needed to look attentive. It made Val roll his eyes. “Soon we can leave this embarassing week behind and go back to perfection. You still shouldn't be sleeping here though, it’s bad for your back.”

 

Val was already expecting (even getting a little giddy, honestly!) that Vox would scoop him up in his arms, cary him to his room like a virginal bride, throw him at his bed and finally ravage him like he was craving. But, in the blink of an eye, Vox teleports away, leaving him alone in the living room again.

 

A coldness creeped along Valentino’s chest, he was in a sincere shock! He felt so stounded by Vox just leaving him there he didn't really know how to respond to it. In silence he gestured to Kitty to help him back to his room, where he lied for a while with his eyes wide open, unable to go back to sleep.

 

Notes:

Look, i REALLY don't know where im taking this, its really just a silly idea i had after reading Vomoltron's fic
SO! Im letting you guys choose what i do with this thing!
The options are:
Cheesy route, Bitter sweet route and Bad ending
You can ask for clarification on the ideas i have for each one in the comments. Whatever seems to be the prefered route i will try to develop