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"But-"

"I like those."

"You like mine and that's it, stop interrupting."

"Carry on, dear."

"As I was saying, you can come, but I think we need to implement some type of rule you'll have no choice but to follow." Valentino mused, tapping his chin in thought.

Alastor gave the taller demon a mischievous look, "I'd never do anything to jeopordize such an important night for you, dear."

Valentino cocked an eyebrow, "I have a list, Al, do you want me to read it to you? We might be here a while though."

"No need. What did you have in mind?"

"Well I don't think you can get up to much trouble if you're trying not to wet yourself..."

Alastor sucked in a breath and Val smirked.

"Oh, you like the sound of that sweetheart? Drink as much as you want all night, but you don't get a single bathroom break unless you beg for it."

"Perhaps I can be persuaded to keep my hands to myself and not cause any drama, but what do I get in return, dear? If I be a good boy for you?"

"Mm, how does turning my territory into an all you can eat buffet sound? As long as you leave any important names alone."

Alastor grinned, "It's a deal."

-

Alastor wasn't one for swanky soirées, but he could play the part for a single night, hanging onto one of Valentino's many arms with a cocktail in hand. They wore matching suits, a nice pastel pink with zebra striped lapels, leaving absolutely no question as to exactly who Alastor belonged to, which he thought was a nice touch.

He kept his mouth shut mostly, only opening it to take a sip from his glass, leaving all the talking to Valentino. When one glass emptied, another swiftly replaced it, Valentino handing it off with a knowing grin, and Alastor grinned right back, taking all he had to offer. It was no trouble, really, the game not unfamiliar to them, though usually it was a more private affair and didn't involve quite so much alcohol.

Alastor was only slightly buzzed, and a long way away from desperate, but he could feel the beginnings of pressure in his bladder, settling low.

He lifted his glass to his lips and realized it was empty. He tutted and turned his attention towards Valentino, tugging on his arm until he abandoned his conversation.

"Yes?" Valentino asked, one eyebrow raised, tone mildly annoyed.

Alastor raised the glass, "I'm empty. We can't have that, can we?"

"No, we can't. Excuse us." Valentino said to the other demon, not waiting for a response as he guided Alastor away, "How are you feeling, amorcito?" He asked quietly, ducked low so no one could overhear, "Need to go yet?"

"You haven't gotten nearly enough alcohol in me for that, dear." Alastor grinned, "You need to step up your game."

Fingers caught his chin, forced him to meet the devious look on Valentino's face, "Sure thing, sweetheart."

Valentino returned from the bar with three bottles of wine, he handed one to Alastor, cork already removed and said, "Drink up, I want all three of these empty before the night is up."

-

Alastor managed to down all three bottles over the course of the next two hours, leaving him sufficiantly drunk and desperately in need of a piss. He clung to Valentino's arm as the pimp tortured him, dragging out his conversations, making him wait. They'd stayed long enough to be polite, Alastor had behaved the entire time, and it was time for them to go.

He tugged on Valentino's arm, and was met with Valentino prying his claws from the limb, then wrapping it tightly around Alastor's waist instead, giving him a firm squeeze.

Alastor squeaked.

"Have some patience, baby." Valentino purred, "The night is young."

"Val. I need to go."

"I believe I made it pretty clear that I wanted you to beg."

"Please."

Valentino shook his head, tutting patronizingly, "Aw, you're going to have to do better than that, sweet thing."

"I've behaved!" Alastor hissed lowly, all too aware that the party was still in full swing, "I drank everything you gave me, I haven't started a single fight, I haven't threatened to or actually eaten anyone. I even helped you set up some new business deals, so now let me piss."

"Hmm... no." Valentino straightened and strode away, striking up a conversation before Alastor had a chance to object.

"Bastard." Alastor cursed under his breath. He told himself it would all be worth it for that sweet slaughter as he caught up, just another hour or two of pleasantries and Valentino would surely take pity. Surely.

He did not.

Alastor lasted almost up until the three hour mark before he was physically dragging Valentino away with the aid of a few tentacles.

Valentino pinned him to the wall in a darkened corner, "Impatient?"

"Shut up." Alastor hissed, "Where are the toilets in this place? I feel like I'm going to burst."

"In the opposite direction."

"Oh, fuck off."

"What's the matter? Can't hold it?" Valentino asked, one hand sneaking between Alastor's legs and squeezing.

Alastor bit his lip, mentally stringing together every bad word in every language he knew.

Any sane person would safe word right then and there, any sane person should, but Alastor wasn't at his limit. Angry, yes, and in pain, but definitely not at his limit.

He had a much better idea.

He grabbed a hold of Valentino's arm, the one between his legs, and held onto it tightly, then he relaxed the rest of his body the best he could. Alastor kept his red eyes focused on Valentino's as he did so, and caught the exact moment he realized Alastor was pissing into his hand.

Golden teeth flashed in the dim light, a self satisfied grin stretching across Alastor's lips. He relaxed further, the only thing keeping him propped up was Valentino's hand at his crotch and another pinning Alastor's other hand to the wall. The entire front of his pants soaked through in seconds, and his stream of piss was like a waterfall as it flooded over Valentino's palm, running down his wrist, running down Alastor's legs, puddling on the floor and ruining both pairs of shoes.

Valentino was grinning right back at him, head ducked low. There was something predatory about it, like Valentino was a snake just waiting for the right moment to strike. But he didn't move, not an inch, as he waited.

Once Alastor was finished, what felt like hours later, he wriggled out of Valentino's grip so he could wrap both arms around his neck, clutch tightly to the back of his suit jacket.

"Proud of yourself?"

"Very much so." Alastor hummed, a slight slur to it. He was drunk, and now he was exhausted to go along with it, a headache beginning to pulse behind his eyes. "I think I have just enough energy to get us home."

Valentino wrapped all four arms around the much smaller demon, easily scooped him up, "You know this means you're not getting your reward? You were very good, I'll admit, and I'll thank you for that, but the other condition was that you don't piss without my permission."

Alastor shrugged. "Whoops."

"Then perhaps a punishment is in order?"

"Perhaps." Alasor agreed, and then yawned, "After you bathe me and put me to bed."