Previously: Angel Dust is introduced to Violetta, the new member of The Vees, though she's just Valentino's assistant. Angel knows Valentino is plotting to use Violetta like he does him and wants to put a stop to it.
Chapter 2: Caught on Tape.
(TW: Abuse, Consensual fucking)
Angel Dust found himself on set, the cameras rolling, and the familiar sense of unease gnawing at him. Despite his usual professionalism, his mind was elsewhere, consumed by thoughts of Violetta. Her naive dismissal of his warnings stung, her delusions hitting too close to home.
He remembered his own first days with Valentino—how he had been an eager, lost soul. Valentino had swooped in, told him nice things, given him nice things, and made him feel like royalty. Angel had thought he'd found salvation in Valentino's charm and generosity. But once he started relying on him, Valentino's true colors had shown, and the rose-colored glasses had shattered. Now he was stuck, trapped by fear and dependency.
The memories made Angel Dust feel sick. He was so deep in thought that the scene around him seemed to blur, Valentino's voice becoming a distant, angry roar. He snapped back to reality just in time to realize he had messed up badly.
"Angel!" Valentino yelled, his patience finally snapping after days of letting things slide. "What the hell are you doing? Get your head in the game!"
Angel Dust tried to focus, but the lingering thoughts of Violetta and his own past mistakes clouded his mind. He stumbled through the scene, his performance a far cry from his usual standard. Valentino's frustration reached a boiling point.
"Cut! Everyone take five," Valentino barked. He strode over to Angel, grabbing him roughly by the arm and dragging him off set. "I've had enough of your bullshit, Angel. I've been letting you off too easily..."
The punishment was brutal. Valentino's wrath was merciless, and Angel Dust could do nothing but endure it, the physical pain mixing with the emotional torment of knowing he was powerless. He was barely conscious when he heard a gasp from the doorway.
Violetta stood there, her wide eyes filled with horror, the coffee she had brought for Valentino and Travis, the film director and script writer, splattering to the floor.
"W-what's happening?" She questions, her voice trembling.
Valentino straightened, fixing his face and his demeanor shifting instantly to one of casual indifference. "Just practicing a scene, Sweetness. Angel here is fine, aren't you?"
Angel Dust struggled to lift his head, his body screaming in protest. "Yeah, just a scene," he muttered, the lie tasting bitter on his tongue.
Violetta looked between the two of them, her face pale. She wanted to believe Valentino, to cling to the idea that this was all just part of the act. But it looked too real, too brutal, to be dismissed so easily.
"Val... this doesn't look like a scene," She said softly, her voice wavering.
Valentino felt a little off, why did her being scared make him feel bad?
He shook off his thoughts and walked over to her placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Sweetness, you're new to this. Sometimes the scenes get intense. Trust me, Angel's a professional. He knows how to take it."
Angel Dust met her gaze, trying to convey the truth with his eyes. But he was too broken, too weary to do anything more. Violetta hesitated, her naive nature battling with the undeniable evidence before her.
"Okay," She whispered, though her uncertainty was palpable.
Valentino smiled, his charm back in full force. "Good girl. Now, why don't you go take a break? I'll handle things here."
"But I just came back from my br-" She tried to say but Valentino gives her a look that has her a bit confused and worried.
"Go. Take. A. Break, Vio." Valentino demanded instead of asking her.
Violetta nodded slowly, casting one last worried glance at Angel before leaving the room. As the door closed behind her, Valentino turned back to Angel, his expression hardening.
Valentino stormed through the corridors of his headquarters, his mind a tumultuous storm of anger and lust. The scene with Angel Dust had left him hot and bothered, but more importantly, it had ignited a fierce need to assert his dominance. The way Violetta had flinched earlier, her behavior teetering on the edge of suspicion, gnawed at him. He needed to know what Angel Dust had said to her.
Reaching Vox's office, Valentino called out in a singsong voice, "Voooooxxx, my dear friend!"
A frustrated yell responded. "What do you want, Val? I'm busy!"
Valentino pushed open the door, leaning against the frame with a faux casualness. "I need a favor, Vox. Show me the footage from earlier today, the conversation between Angel Dust and Violetta."
Vox grumbled, his screen flickering irritably. "You're a pain in my ass, Val. Fine. Give me a minute." With a few clicks, the footage played, showing the exchange between Angel and Violetta.
As Valentino watched, his fury grew. Angel Dust had dared to speak against him, to plant seeds of doubt in Violetta's mind. By the end of the footage, he was livid, practically breaking Vox's desk with his fists. "That fucking cock-sucking prick!" His wings flared open, and he huffed angrily.
Valentino's mind was set on doling out a harsher punishment for Angel Dust, but Vox's smooth voice cut through his rage. "Val, think. Violetta is already on edge. How do you think it'll go if you hurt Angel Dust in a way that makes her switch sides?"
Vox's screen turned a lighter blue, his voice taking on a hypnotic quality. "This is the perfect opportunity to create something good here. Violetta is teetering on the edge, and Angel Dust is Angel Dust. She will believe him at some point, especially if you hurt him with what you were planning. Keep Violetta attached to you. Treat her like the good little bitch she is and...?" He trailed off, waiting for Valentino to finish the thought.
"Keep pampering her?" Valentino said, his anger simmering just beneath the surface.
Vox nodded, a sinister grin spreading across his screen. "Mhm, and keep treating Angel Cakes well too. That way, Flossy will think he's full of shit."
Valentino paced the room, his anger still simmering as he lit a cigarette. He took a deep drag, trying to calm himself. "Alright, I'll keep Angel Dust away from Violetta for a while," he growled softly, exhaling a cloud of smoke.
Vox raised an eyebrow, his screen flickering with surprise. "Feeling bad today, Val? That's a new one."
Valentino's expression darkened. "Yeah, when Violetta walked in on me beating Angel. The way she looked at me... horrified, tearful. Made me feel something I hated."
Vox leaned back, intrigued. "She's just another slut, Val. Why did you feel bad?"
"Don't call her that," Valentino huffed, his wings twitching in irritation.
A chuckle escaped Vox. "Interesting. Well, regardless, you're still planning on replacing Angel Dust with her, right?"
Valentino shrugged, taking another drag of his cigarette. "Yeah... maybe. Probably our mascot. With how cute she is, more demons will buy our products. You should've seen what happened at the club three days ago. I got her on edibles, and she was a total wild card. We practically fucked on the dance floor."
Vox grunted slightly in approval, surprised by the revelation. "Didn't think she had it in her."
Valentino smirked, his eyes glinting with lustful memories. "Oh, she does. I got her to agree to do a scene finally. I'm thinking of having her and Angel Dust do something together before she does solo work. Get the crowd used to her, y'know."
Vox's interest was piqued, but a tinge of jealousy flickered across his screen. He wouldn't admit it, but the way Valentino talked about Violetta was getting to him. "Sounds like a plan. But right now, you need to cool off."
Valentino's smirk widened, recognizing the unspoken invitation. He moved closer to Vox, his eyes dark and intense. "You feeling jealous, Vox? Can't handle me talking about another pretty face?"
Vox's screen flickered with static for a moment before he responded, his voice low. "Umm fuck you."
Without another word, Valentino pulled Vox closer, their lips crashing together in a heated kiss. He pulled back just enough to smirk. "Or I could fuck you instead hm?"
Vox scoffed, though his screen betrayed a hint of irritation. "Please, Val. You know me better than that."
Valentino stepped closer, his wings unfurling slightly. "You sure about that, Vox?"
Vox hesitated, then sighed. "Maybe a little."
As they tore at each other's clothes, the tension between them shifted from anger and jealousy to raw desire. Vox's mechanical hands roamed Valentino's body, while Valentino's wings wrapped around Vox, pulling him closer. The room was filled with growls and moans, their passion consuming them entirely.
Angel Dust stumbled into the Hazbin Hotel, his body aching from the brutal beating Valentino had given him. His mind was a swirl of pain and self-hate, a familiar cocktail of emotions that made him feel nauseous. The sight of the grand lobby didn't provide any comfort; instead, it felt like a glaring reminder of his miserable existence. He just wanted to get to his room and wallow in self-pity.
As he dragged himself across the lobby, he was stopped by Husk. The grumpy cat demon took one look at Angel Dust and frowned deeply.
"What the hell happened to you?" Husk growled, his eyes filled with concern that he tried to mask with irritation.
Angel Dust tried to wave him off. "Nothing. Just had a rough day. I'll be fine."
"Yeah, right. Rough day my ass," Husk snapped. "C'mon, let's get you patched up."
Angel Dust sighed but didn't resist as Husk led him to his room. The moment the door closed behind them, Fat Nuggets, Angel's pet pig, hopped onto Angel's lap, nuzzling him gently.
Husk gathered a first aid kit and began cleaning Angel's wounds. "You need to stop letting that bastard do this to you," he muttered.
Angel Dust winced as the antiseptic stung his wounds. "I don't have a choice, Husk. It's my fault anyway. I signed the contract."
"That's bullshit, and you know it," Husk shot back. "You didn't know what you were signing up for."
Angel Dust sighed heavily, feeling the weight of his despair. "What's the point of fighting if it's all my fault? This is all I'm good for, being a porn star, getting beaten down. There's no love for someone like me."
Husk paused, looking at Angel Dust with a mix of anger and sadness. "You're wrong, Angel. You deserve better. You deserve to be happy."
Angel Dust shook his head, his voice trembling. "I don't know how to be happy. I don't even know if I deserve it."
Husk cupped Angel's face gently, forcing him to look up. "Listen to me, Angel. You're at your best when you're not putting up a front. When you're just you. That's what makes you special, not all this other crap."
They held eye contact, the intensity of the moment making Angel Dust blush. He looked away, feeling a flicker of something he hadn't felt in a long time.
"Thanks, Husk," He mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. "For patching me up…and for saying that."
Husk also blushed, though he tried to hide it. "Yeah, well, someone's gotta look out for you. And I'm not gonna let you give up on yourself."
Angel Dust felt a tear slip down his cheek, quickly brushing it away. Quickly changing the subject. "I won't give up on Violetta then. She needs to know the truth."
Husk nodded. "Great. She needs someone like you looking out for her."
The two shared a quiet moment, their bond strengthened by the vulnerability they had just shown. Despite the pain and the uncertainty, there was a glimmer of hope, and for the first time in a long time, Angel Dust felt like he wasn't completely alone.
Next day:
It was a decent afternoon in Hell when Valentino and Violetta awoke, and Valentino was beginning to initiate his plan, and he told Violetta that she couldn't join him today, she had to be with Vox for a bit. As he had to treat Angel nicely for the plan to work he was taking him out for a "date".
"I don't wanna stay with Vox! Why can't I join you and Angel?" Violetta exclaims, stomping her hooves on the ground in a mild tantrum.
Valentino leaned back, enjoying Violetta's pouty, jealous expression. Her negliegee leaving noting to imagination as she sat up on the bed. Her wide eyes and adorable frown made him laugh. "I'm just taking him out for a nice day. Been neglecting him a bit because of you, haven't I? Some alone time is what he needs."
Violetta's face twisted into an adorable pout. "You're taking him out on a date?" She asked, jealousy clear in her voice. She crosses her arms and huffs looking away from him.
Valentino laughed heartily. "Don't be jealous, Baby. You know you're my favorite." She says nothing but moves to go change into her signature cream tone skirt. Valentino notices her face screwed into a look of confused thoughts.
"But... is he going to be okay?" Violetta asked, her big eyes filled with concern. She had been feeling off about Angel Dust for a while now, especially after their conversation.
Valentino laughed, patting her head gently. "Of course, he will be. Just relax, alright?" When she looks away he scowls at her and then to nothing. He had to make sure she and Angel don't interact, she was beginning to have bad thoughts about him.
It was questionably quick how fast Valentino scooped her up and marched over to Vox's office.
But she didn't mind, at least now.
"Vox, my friend!" He called out, not waiting for a response before plopping Violetta onto Vox's lap. "Watch her for a while, will you? Be a good girl for Vox," He told Violetta, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead before disappearing out the door. Before either of them could say anything.
Violetta sat perched on Vox's lap, humming a cheerful tune, blissfully unaware of the tension brewing beneath the surface as she played on her phone. Vox, on the other hand, was struggling to maintain his composure. The scent of cotton candy that clung to Violetta was intoxicating, making it difficult for him to focus on anything but the warm, curvy ewe demoness sitting so innocently on his nickname 'Cotton Candy Lamby' suited her perfectly.
Her playful, carefree demeanor was a stark contrast to the usual tension in the office.
"It's been a while since we've been alone together," Vox muttered, his mind racing. Valentino's obsession with Violetta was perplexing. He hadn't shown such interest since Angel Dust, and that was more about power now. Vox was irritated by the uncertainty.
"What's your game, Violetta?" Vox muttered, his frustration evident.
Violetta looked up from her phone, a puzzled expression on her face. "Angry Birds, why?"
Vox stared at her with a deadpan look. "Not that, you dolt. You've caused a shift in the dynamic here, and I think you're plotting something against us. I will force it out of you even if you don't tell me."
Violetta bleated in surprise, dropping her phone on the desk and holding her long ears nervously. "But I'm not, Mister Vox. I swear, I just like working here. Even for Velvette, though her outfits are too tight on me." She mumbled the last part to herself, but Vox heard it, flushing slightly on his screen. Her curvaceous form was already distracting enough; he didn't need more ideas in his head.
"You genuinely like working for Valentino?" Vox questioned, his curiosity piqued. "Are you just agreeable to everything? If I asked you to work for me too, would you?"
Violetta nodded eagerly. "If Valentino was okay with it, I'd love to work for you. You seem so grand in my eyes, Mister Vox. You dress dapper and always look confident. I'm pretty good with technology too so I can really work your wires and fix you up good if you ever have a malfunction."
Her innocent praise and possible flirt made Vox's internal circuits flare with heat. She looked up at him with a grin, causing his digital heart to pound. As she wiggled on his lap going back to playing on her phone, a rhythm game now, he couldn't help but feel himself getting aroused, a hard lump pressing against her.
"Vox?" Violetta questions, feeling it herself of course. Attempting to move off his lap, Vox held her still. Realization dawned on her, and she giggled. "Sorry if my moving around caused it. I can't help it when I'm gaming!"
Vox's grip tightened on her hips as he ground himself against her. "No need to apologize. Just focus on helping me with my work." He said, gesturing to his desktop computer.
Violetta nodded, her cheeks flushed as she tried to ignore her own feelings. "Sure!" She reached for the keyboard, her fingers trembling slightly as she started typing. Vox continued to move against her, the friction sending shivers up her spine. She bit her lip, trying to concentrate on the work in front of her, but her mind kept drifting back to the sensation of Vox's firm grip on her hips and the warmth radiating from his body.
"Violetta," Vox murmured, his voice a low rumble. "You really are something else."
Violetta's heart raced at the unexpected compliment. "Th-thank you, Mister Vox," she stammered, her fingers fumbling over the keys.
Her mind is a whirlwind of confusion and desire. She had always admired Vox from afar, but this close proximity was stirring feelings she hadn't expected. As Vox continued to grind against her, she struggled to keep her composure, the line between professional and personal blurring with every passing moment.
Vox's office was filled with the sounds of soft whimpers and heated breaths as Violetta slumped against the desk, her focus on the forms entirely forgotten. Vox's hands roamed her body, his sharp fingers digging into her hips, eliciting a soft bleat of need from her. His motions were deliberate, teasing her with every touch and grind, and when he added his electric powers to the mix, Violetta gasped, her body absorbing the shock with a shiver of pleasure.
"You're so needy from just this?" Vox murmured, his voice a low, teasing purr. "Pathetic."
Violetta huffed, her cheeks flushed with arousal. "You're..you meaaanie..."
"That's right, a big meaaanie. That's why I want you to beg for it." Vox commanded, his grip tightening on her hips. He watched her squirm, her small wooly tail wiggling in anticipation.
It took a moment, but eventually, Violetta gave in, her voice soft and pleading. "Please, Vox... I need you..."
A satisfied grin spread across Vox's face as he stood up from his seat, pressing her against the desk. He swiftly removed her undergarments, leaving her skirt on, and without any further hesitation, he thrust into her with one smooth motion.
Violetta let out a loud, needy moan, her body responding eagerly to Vox's touch. Unlike the silent, compliant partners he was used to, with the occasional annoying non silent ones, and Valentino. Violetta was vocal and animated, her moans and mewls filling the room as she reciprocated his motions with fervor.
"Holy shit..." Vox groaned, grabbing her short, wooly tail as it waggled relentlessly against him as he pressed flush against her plump rear. Stilling a while as he was close to filling her up and he barely just began.
The excitement in her movements was contagious, and he found himself losing control. "That's good, Viola," He murmured, the nickname rolling off his tongue with possessive satisfaction. He had tossed off his lapel suit in a quick and needy motion. Flipping her onto her back he hooked her legs around his waist so he could lean down, and captured her plush lips in a dominating kiss. Her kisses were as sweet as the rest of her, almost addictive in the sweet taste of her mouth.
Violetta responded eagerly, her arms curving around his neck with the growing intense moment, their tongues fighting against each other with her losing the little battle. The electric pulses from Vox sent waves of pleasure through her, and she moaned his name repeatedly, it being muffled with her voice a mix of want and desire.
Vox growled, his hands roaming her curves as he thrust deeper. The new positioning allowed him to do so, with him hitting the mark with each deliberate thrust she had to pull back from the kiss. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, Violetta's sweet scent mixing with the raw energy of their connection. He couldn't help but marvel at how different she was from anyone else he'd been with. This wasn't just about power or control; there was something undeniably captivating about her.
As they continued, Vox's mind raced with thoughts of Valentino. He knew the Overlord wouldn't mind if he took Violetta once in a while. This was too good to pass up. "You're mine now, Viola," he whispered against her ear, his voice thick with possessiveness. "Remember that."
Violetta nodded, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she clung to him. "Yes, Vox... I'm yours..."
Valentino returned to Vox's office with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. He fully expected Vox to be seething, considering Violetta's bratty nature and Vox's short fuse. However, what he found surprised him. Violetta was sitting on Vox's lap, casually doing paperwork for him, while Vox himself looked unusually relaxed, almost blissed out.
"Well, well," Valentino purred, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. "Looks like someone had a good time."
Vox blinked, caught off guard by Valentino's teasing tone. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "Valentino, I-"
Valentino held up a hand, cutting him off. "No need to explain, Voxxy," he chuckled. "I can see what happened here."
Violetta waved happily to Valentino as she got up from Vox's lap, straightening her skirt. "Hiya, Val! Did you have fun with Angel Dust?" she asked cheerfully, her innocent demeanor back in place.
Valentino nodded, his gaze lingering on Vox. "Yeah, it was... eventful," He replied cryptically.
Violetta giggled and skipped over to Valentino. "Good, Angel Dust seemed tense. It's great to have someone like you to make him feel better!" She hugs herself close to Valentino, almost purring.
Valentino grinned and nodded, returning the affection. "Mind fixing me a drink, Sweetness?"
"Right on it!" Her bell collar jingles as she runs out of Vox's office to get his drink.
Valentino turned back to Vox with a knowing look. "Couldn't resist yourself, hm, Voxxy?~" He teased.
Vox snapped out of his blissful daze, clearing his throat and straightening up. "Nothing happened," He insisted, though his voice lacked its usual sharpness.
Valentino chuckled, stepping closer. "Don't play coy with me. I can tell when someone's been thoroughly satisfied," He said, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Plus you didn't bother putting your damn lapel suit back on."
"But I suppose you see why I'm trying to keep her around?"
Vox grumbled, trying to regain his composure. "She was annoying at first, but... yeah, I get it," he admitted grudgingly. "She's a bit of a firecracker that one.."
Valentino's grin widened. "Exactly. She's a perfect mix of sweetness and fire. Keeps things interesting," he said, his tone almost possessive.
Vox rolled his eyes but couldn't help agreeing internally. "Just make sure she stays in line. Last thing we need is her causing chaos."
Valentino laughed, his mood light. "Oh, she'll stay in line. As long as she knows her place," he said, glancing towards the door where Violetta had exited. "And she will."
As if on cue, Violetta returned with a tray holding a drink for Valentino. The bell on her collar jingled with her happy movements. "Here you go, Val," She said, handing it to him with a bright smile.
"Thank you, darling," Valentino said, taking the drink and patting her head affectionately. "Now, let's get going. We've got more work to do."
Violetta nodded, her eyes shining with eagerness. "Right behind you!"
Vox watched them leave, his gaze on Violetta a bit longer than intended. Violetta was indeed special, and while he would never admit it, he was looking forward to seeing more of what she could do.
As they walked away, Violetta glanced up at Valentino. "What did you and Vox talk about?" she asked innocently.
"Oh, nothing important," Valentino replied smoothly, taking a sip of his drink. "Just business."
Violetta accepted the answer without question, her mind already focused on the tasks ahead. Valentino smiled to himself, knowing he had everything under control. For now.