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Valentino takes a drag of his cigarette and blows the smoke out before walking into the building. It’s a small place: poor infrastructure and clearly no spare money. It’s a little weird that a tiny wannabe business like this refused Vox’s deal.
Valentino heard all about it. Repeatedly. This shit is annoying the hell out of Vox which means it’s pissing off Valentino far beyond the safety line.
But he isn’t there to put on a show and cause a scene. This is a little gift for Vox, just a little something to put a smile back on that cute face, and, if that sort of gift ends up leading to fucking nice and hard, well, that’s just a bonus. Either way, Valentino is there to make use of some of his less advertised skills.
Valentino walks to the reception and smiles, all fake sweetness and real charm. He leans a little on the receptionist’s desk.
“Hey there, love,” he says to get the receptionist’s attention. She looks up at him, and he can swear she fucking blushes a little. An interesting detail for a different opportunity. “Can you do me a little favor and tell the cunt who runs this shitty joint that someone is here to see them? Someone important.”
The receptionist seems a little shocked by the whiplash caused by his aggressive words. He smiles at her again, still non-threatening. She gets up and, despite being clearly unsure how to react, she walks away from her desk to go and find her boss.
Valentino takes another drag of his cigarette and looks around. There is no way a run-down place like this would refuse Vox’s offer. Something is up, but it won’t be for long since Valentino doesn’t want it to be.
The girl comes back with a couple of people who seem to be higher in the hierarchy but not the actual boss. Valentino is unimpressed and a little disappointed. He blows the smoke away and turns back to them.
“Let’s move to the meeting room,” the old man suggests, as if Valentino is here to make a new offer or actually listen to their bullshit.
“Is your boss there?” he asks, getting a terrified nod from the receptionist.
Valentino considers it. They could try and ambush him, which would make him really fucking angry, but this old man doesn’t seem like he has ever been to a proper fight. Valentino hums. He thinks of Vox and how upset he’s been over this little thing and he sighs before following those two employees.
Vox better show him some very horny appreaciation.
They walk down a small hallway to a room that doesn’t look much better than the reception. There is an ugly demon sitting in the meeting room. He looks up from a computer and it’s very clear that the person responsible for this whole headache immediately recognizes Valentino. Valentino can tell so by the way his eyes go wide.
Valentino smiles, all teeth and hunger, and this guy fumbles to his feet like Valentino has him on a leash. He goes and properly greets him. He offers Valentino a hand and Valentino glances down at it but doesn’t take it.
“I didn’t know we had an appointment today, Mr. Valentino.”
This man is fucking anxious over this visit.
“Oh,” Valentino says and his smile grows bigger, hungrier. He reaches out and grabs Mr. Bossman’s hand, pulling him forward as he leans in. “We don’t.”
The dumb cunt tries to pull back right away. He knows danger when it is smiling at him and breathing down his face. Valentino squeezes his hand until it is sure to be hurting but not enough to break it.
“Did you get our offer, darlin’?” The guy nods at him, hesitant. Scared. Valentino takes a drag of his cigarette. “And?”
“W-we thought it…we could…do b-better.”
Valentino blows the smoke on his face, barring his teeth.
“Isn’t your head a little too big, old fuck?” Valentino smiles at him again and he reaches out to cup their face with the hand holding his cigarette holder. “Babe,” he says, charming and seductive. His cigarette is dangerously close to this bitch’s eye. “Vox’s offer was really generous, right?”
Valentino moves his hand. The guy’s eyes follow Valentino’s cigarette, uncomfortable with it so close to his eyes. The smoke makes him cough a little.
“Don’t you think so?” Valentino asks again, moving his cigarette holder to hold it like it was a pencil. He hovers it over this sinner’s right eye as if tracing over the lines.
“Y-yes.”
“Now that you had time to think about it, don’t you feel bad for rejecting such a nice offer?”
The guy looks back at Valentino.
“Mr. Valentino,” he starts and Valentino’s smile disappears. He didn’t come down there to hear excuses.
Valentino stabs their right eye with the cigarette. No warning, no verbal threats, just the sudden violence.
The guy screams and tries to pull away again, but Valentino is still holding his hand. His subordinates come closer, but they don’t have a clue how to react. There is screaming. It’s all very loud and messy. Valentino pushes the cigarette into his eye until the cigarette goes off.
He gives a look to the pair of sinners who think about approaching their dumbass boss and that is enough to keep them away.
“Close the door,” Valentino tells them and, this time, obedience follows to perfection.
Valentino pulls the cigarette back and let’s go of the sinner’s hand. He takes his lighter from his pocket and lights up his bloodied cigarette after a couple tries. The ungrateful bitch is shaking on the floor, covering his eye with his hand. Valentino takes a drag and blows the smoke up into a heart-shaped ring. He looks down at the boss bitch and smiles, all polite sweetness again.
He brings out a contract. It’s not one of his own contracts, but a copy of one of Vox’s. Valentino crouches down and pulls out his favorite gun. This bitch is already trembling, but he ought to make sure he is following.
“I’ll help you out, doll. Since you are such a dumb bitch, let’s go over these terms together, shall we?”
Valentino walks out of the building an hour later. There is a camera across the street that is shamelessly focused on him. Valentino smiles at it as soon as he notices it. He draws a little heart in the air using his cigarette. Crying bossman stumbles out of the building a second later, but the heart is already disappearing by then. They are having trouble standing up and walking on that bleeding foot that Valentino shot through.
Vox zaps himself through the camera not even two seconds later. He takes a look at Valentino, watching him for a moment, before turning to this wannabe business bitch.
“A little gift,” Valentino says to Vox before walking to stand behind Vox and give him some room for the deal.
Vox’s eyes try to follow Valentino, watching him through the corners of his eyes until he can’t do so anymore. He looks back to the sinner in front of him.
“Val…”
“What, babe? When you told me about this, I just knew they didn’t really get your offer. Isn’t that right, love?”
Valentino looks at the guy standing in front of them. The sinner nods emphatically despite clearly being in pain.
“You can’t force—”
“Who’s forcing anyone?” Valentino leans forward, head next to Vox’s. It was clear he would lean his chin on his shoulder if he could. “Did I force you to sign anything, bitch?”
“No! Not…you haven’t.”
“See? All sorted out, babe.”
Vox tilts his head a little and watches Valentino again. Valentino is thoroughly enjoying this attention. It’s kinda hot.
“Because it’s my deal,” Vox says, pleased by Valentino’s reasoning.
“All yours, babe,” Valentino smiles back at him and resists the urge to blow him a kiss.
Vox turns to the bleeding sinner in front of him and steps forward, wrapping an arm around his shoulders like they are pals.
“We, at Voxtek, are excited to hear you reconsidered our offer. As a growing company, we understand the passion and sacrifice that is required to start a business.”
The sinner is shaking under Vox’s arm, and Valentino can’t tell if it’s just the pain or if it’s fear too. Valentino already knows that Vox is about to torture this bitch a little more.
“You must understand that, after serious considerations after your initial refusal to sign our contract,” Vox can’t keep himself from smiling. “We had to rewrite your offer. With some slightly different but significant terms.”
Valentino drops his cigarette on the ground and steps on it. He puts the cigarette holder away and watches as Vox takes pleasure in tormenting this sinner who had rejected his deal. Vox laughs, all business, but Valentino sees his sadism clearly and it’s so damn hot.
“Of course, we could adjust those terms at a later date, once we trust each other.”
Vox presses Valentino against the wall as soon as they are both back at his office. He kisses him roughly, clearly aroused, and Valentino answers in kind.
“Fuck, babe,” Vox says when he finally breaks the kiss.
Valentino’s lips are red and a little bruised. Valentino smiles at him, playful, while moving a hand down his chest and sneaking it into Vox’s pants after undoing the button and zipper with his other hand.
“Ah, the big bad CEO is getting off to the pleasure of closing a deal?” he teases Vox, but Vox just closes his eyes, clearly into it.
“You know it,” Vox moans as Valentino rubs his cock without undressing him.
Valentino gives his cock a light squeeze.
“I’m not feeling appreciated enough here,” he says and Vox opens his eyes just to see his expression and figure out if he should be worried. Valentino still looks playful. He wants more, but he knows Vox will show that appreciation soon enough.
“Babe, you were so good. You can be so convincing,” Vox said and Valentino rubs his cock a little faster, working his palm against him in a way that has Vox moaning. “Fuck. You are impressive, Val. Val.”
Vox moans and thrusts against Valentino’s hand.
“You did amazing, babe,” Vox says, fully closing his eyes again.
Valentino watches him, admiring his expression of pleasure. Vox looks cute like this. Valentino thought he would be bored of this expression rather quickly, but he really likes seeing it. Vox moans again and Valentino can tell he is already getting close.
“Fuck, you saved me from such a headache, Val.”
Valentino blinks at that. It’s not really a dirty line and it’s not just praise to get Valentino off; it seems honest and it makes Valentino blush. He bites his bottom lip and holds Vox’s dick the best he can while still restricted by his clothes. He rubs him until he is panting and gasping in pleasure. He doesn’t push Vox to keep talking. It’s safer if he just sinks into pleasure.
Vox comes a moment later and rests his head on Valentino’s chest while trying to slow down his breathing again. After a few seconds, Valentino pulls his hand back and Vox takes one step away to fix his clothes. Valentino brings his hand up and licks his thumb while holding Vox’s gaze. Vox glances down at his lips.
“Babe?” Valentino asks and Vox looks up at his eyes again.
Valentino smiles and licks from his palm to the tip of his finger, cleaning the evidence of Vox’s orgasm. Vox is watching his mouth again.
“Mm?”
“You gotta improve your dirty talk,” Valentino informs him and Vox blinks at him. He arches an eyebrow.
“I mean it, papi,” Valentino says and steps forward to lick Vox’s lips. Vox’s expression says he is into it. “Let’s practice together until it’s perfect, yeah?”