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Bright streaks of cyan energy crackled throughout the small room. “I’ve finally got you Alastor! You– You are so fucked !” Vox howled, body jerking with maniacal fits of laughter.
Alastor sat unconscious before him, shackled to a chair with thick golden chains around his chest. Vox was gonna have so much fucking fun with this!
It was incredible luck honestly– a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity had practically fallen right into his lap! He’d been out running errands in a quiet part of the city, just on the outskirts of Cannibal Town when he’d seen it. Alastor, The Radio Demon himself, had been lying outside the ruins of an abandoned building completely knocked out! Vox hadn’t a clue what had happened, but he seized the opportunity, snatching Alastor and zapping them back to the Tower.
A small spare room on his own floor of the Tower would be the perfect place to act out his plans. He’d shot Vel and Val a quick text that he was swamped with important work and wouldn’t be available for a while, and promptly set his phone to ‘Do not Disturb’. They’d probably chew him out for it later, but a small price to pay for what he was about to have.
It had felt strange at first, seeing Alastor in the flesh for the first time since he’d come home. And in such a vulnerable state no less! At first, Vox had felt immediate panic– his heart dropped, and a fierce wave of nausea had rolled over him. But he couldn’t let old lingering feelings influence him. He needed to stay grounded in the present. Focus on the heartbreak and rage Alastor had caused him, and shove away any and all memories of what they’d once had. That was long dead.
The flick of a red ear caught Vox’s attention. Finally ! Alastor was waking up! Vox watched like a predator as Alastor slowly came to, grinning wickedly when Alastor finally raised his head.
“Vox…?” Alastor blinked in confusion. He went to move, eyes narrowing with a hiss of static as he found himself immobile. His ears pinned to his head, smile twisting into a warped snarl. “What is this? Release me, now !”
Ecstatic, Vox cackled, placing his hands on his hips. “Oh, sorry! No can do old buddy,” he cooed in a mocking tone. “You’re staying right where you are!”
Alastor growled, gaze shooting down to get a better look at his predicament. “Chains?” His eyes shot back up to meet Vox’s, eyebrows raised with an incredulous look. “Do you honestly think a few little chains can hold me?”
“Oh no, these aren’t just any old chains! They’re made from angelic steel.” Vox smirked, body thrumming with excitement. He seriously owed Carmine big time for these! “So your fuzzy little ass is staying right where you are. Chained down and powerless.” He lurched forward, grabbing the armrests of the chair. He cocked his head, chuckling. “How’s that feel you cocky fuck?”
Alastor simply smiled, leaning back and now looking as relaxed as ever. “Really? So I’m completely helpless and at your mercy then?” He shuddered exaggeratedly. “How absolutely terrifying !”
Vox’s face scrunched up, bewildered beyond belief at the sudden change in Alastor’s behaviour. What the hell? He’d been violently pissed off just a moment ago!
“Well, you should be fucking scared, ‘cause I’m going to kill you! Finally get rid of your annoying, outdated ass for good!” Vox’s grip on the chair tightened, filling the room with a jarring sound as his claws raked across the plastic surface. “You’re gonna pay for fucking me over and making my life hell for so many years.” His eyes lit up as an idea popped into his head. “Ya know, maybe I’ll even air it! Radio Demons dying screams broadcast for all of Hell to hear! Pretty ironic.” He chuckled under his breath, proud of that little idea.
“Wow! That does sound like a splendid idea!” Alastor exclaimed.
Vox scowled, pushing himself back. “Do you not realize what's happening here?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “I’m going to kill you.”
“Yes, you already told me that,” Alastor tilted his head, smirking.
“And that doesn’t scare you…? Like, at all?” Vox questioned, completely dumbfounded.
“Nope, not one bit!”
Vox scoffed, crossing his arms. “You’re fucking insane.”
“So I’ve been told.”
Clenching his teeth, Vox stomped behind Alastor. I’ll show that fucker! Grabbing a fist full of Alastor’s hair, Vox wrenched his head back. He leaned in close to Alastor’s ear, injecting as much venom as he could into his words. “I’m gonna have you screaming , begging for my mercy by the time I’m done with you, Alastor. Let’s see how fucking chipper you can act then.”
“Begging for mercy, hmm? Perhaps I should be nervous then. Whatever do you plan on doing to me Vox?”
Vox went rigid. Hearing that come out of Alastor’s mouth scent a scorching wave of arousal through him, flooding his head with all sorts of images; none on par with his current plans. Fucking hell Vox, focus! Now is not the time to be thinking with your dick!
He shook his head –banishing the thoughts to the back of his mind– and focused on the task at hand. “Oh you’re damn right you should be nervous ! I’ve got tons of ideas!” He chuckled darkly, a twisted grin stretched corner to corner across his screen. “I could use an angelic blade…” he lifted a claw to Alastor’s neck, slicing a thin line down his flesh, “...slowly carve you up and leave you to bleed out? Oh! Or how about this one!? I could chop little pieces off you and make you watch as I feed ‘em to my sharks! I’m sure they’d love to try venison! Or…” he dragged out the word as he wrapped his hand around Alastor’s throat. “I could always electrocute you.” He sent a couple of sharp bolts of electricity down his fingers– watching with dilated pupils as Alastor jolted, letting out a quiet hiss of pain.
Vox’s excitement didn’t last long, however.
“Oh, what creative ideas!” Alastor complimented, looking back at Vox with his smile just as wide as ever, showing not even an ounce of discomfort on his face. “I really can’t choose which is my favourite!”
“Damnit!” Vox cried, tearing his hands away from Alastor. “Why do you always have to be such an asshole!”
“I was simply praising your creativity,” Alastor replied, gaze tracking Vox as he made his way back around. “It’s called a compliment. Surely you’re familiar with the word?”
With a static-filled shriek, Vox tossed his head back. “You’re fucking inf-f-furiating!” His hands flew up to grab his head, pacing circles into the floor. “I finally have you chained up and I’m describing all the ways I could torture and kill you! And– and yet you’re acting like this is just… just some big fucking joke!” His arms dropped in exasperation, finally coming to a stop.
Alastor chuckled. “That’s because it is a joke. You’re not actually going to kill me. It was a lovely performance, good job! Very very convincing! But you can cut the game now my dear.”
Vox snapped his head towards Alastor, glaring. “You really don’t believe I’m going to kill you?”
“I know you’re not going to kill me,” Alastor stated with such certainty it made Vox see red.
Violently fuming, his hands shoot out to grab the chair’s armrest, eyes twitching as he thrust his face in Alastor’s. “How dare you act l-l-like you still know-w me! You were gone for so damn long and I am no-ot-t-t the same person I was bef-f-fore you left!” Vox raged, static distorting his voice and words glitching out uncontrollably.
Alastor just watched him for a moment, smile stretched wide. “Why don’t you prove it to me then, hmm?” He finally spoke, chin high as he leaned forward into Vox’s face. “Kill me, right now. Tear my heart straight out of my chest.”
“Fine!” Vox snapped, slamming his hand against Alastor’s chest, right above his heart; a calm, steady beat thumping against his palm. He watched as his fingers curled, the sharp tips of his claws puncturing through the fabric of Alastor’s coat. It would be so easy…
“I’m waiting, Vox!”
The singsongy tone of Alastor’s voice sent Vox’s blood pumping. That smug piece of shit! He dug harder, tearing past layers of fabric until he met skin; feeling little resistance as his claws began to sink into Alastor’s flesh. Then Vox’s arm began to shake. He hesitated, brows squeezing together as he swallowed hard. This should feel satisfying! He’d wanted this for so long, hadn’t he?
He grit his teeth as painful memories flashed through his mind. Vox was furious at Alastor! He’d rejected Vox’s partnership, severed their friendship, and then disappeared for years without a word! He had every right to kill him– so why couldn’t he bring himself to do it?
Squeezing his eyes shut, he tore his hand away with a snarl, turning his back to Alastor.
“Can’t bring yourself to do it I see.”
“Fuck you!” Vox spat. With a defeated sigh, he sunk to the floor, head against his knees.
For years he’d convinced himself he wanted Alastor dead. He hated him! But now having the chance to finally do it, he couldn’t. He couldn’t fucking do it!
Of course, he couldn’t: it was Alastor! How could he have ever believed he’d be able to kill his old friend? Despite everything they’d gone through, Vox still couldn’t let go of the past. He dug his claws into his legs, clenching his eyes shut.
“I told you, you wouldn’t be able to do it,” Alastor gloated from behind, pulling Vox out of his head.
“Yeah! And you were fucking right! Congratu-fucking-lations!” He turned to glare over his shoulder. “You want a damn medal?”
“No, that would be rather excessive. But I would like to be released,” Alastor requested, jerking his head towards the chains still holding him down.
Vox scoffed. “Why? So you can kill me?” Under his breath, he mumbled to the floor, “ You wouldn’t have any trouble with that.” Right now, being killed sounded a hell of a lot easier than dealing with whatever the fuck he was feeling.
“I’m not going to kill you.”
“Yeah, sure you’re not.” Vox rolled his eyes.
“I’m serious, Vox. I have no intention of harming you. These chains are getting quite uncomfortable, however, and I’d just like to be out of them.”
“But we’ve been trying to kill each other for years. Why the fuck wouldn’t you take this chance?” Vox inquired, narrowing his eyes.
Alastor chuckled, tilting his head. “Is that what you thought we were doing?”
“Uhh, yeah?” Vox blinked. “Is that not what we were doing?!”
“You absolute twit!” Alastor rolled his eyes. “If I’d wanted to kill you I could have done so easily.”
“Hey!” Vox jumped to his feet to defend himself. “Like hell, you could have!”
So Alastor really didn’t want him dead? That was…something. It was almost easier when he believed they’d both wanted to kill each other.
Alastor smirked but said nothing. With a heavy sigh, Vox fished a key out of his pocket and trudged over to start unlocking the chains.
“I really fucking hate you,” he muttered as the last lock clicked open, chains falling to the ground with a clatter.
“Of course you do.” Alastor lifted himself from the chair, raising his arms behind his head as he stretched out his muscles, Vox’s eyes tracking every movement. “That’s why you couldn’t kill me, because you hate me oh so much .” He straightened out his clothes –flashing a disgusted glare at the tears in his coat– and patted his hair back down from where Vox had tussled it up.
Vox pulled his eyes up to Alastor’s face, frowning. “I can still hate you and not want you dead at the same time, ya know.”
“Yes, I suppose you could,” Alastor started, placing a finger under Vox’s chin and tilting his head up, “but that’s not how you truly feel, is it?”
Vox froze for a moment, staring blankly at Alastor. His heart skipped a beat, completely caught off guard. But he quickly regained his composure, swatting Alastors hand away, and stepping back, putting some much-needed distance between them. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” He retorted, crossing his arms. “So, what the hell even happened to you?” Vox asked, eager to change the subject. He wanted no part in whatever little game Alastor was trying here. “I found you on the outskirts of Cannibal Town, knocked the fuck out. You finally piss off the wrong demon?”
“Oh, no. We both know that would never happen!” He laughed, waving his arm dismissively. “This was just a little game of sorts!” Alastor replied, folding his hands behind his back. “I know you follow me all over Hell with those silly little cameras of yours, so I decided to conduct a little experiment! See how you would react to finding me unconscious.”
Vox’s jaw dropped, arms falling slack at his sides. “What! Are you… are you fucking serious?”
“Quite serious, my dear! And you did not disappoint! This was a lovely, enlightening little experience!”
Vox’s eye twitched, blood pumping. “So this whole thing was just you messing with me!” He howled, balling his hands into fists. At least now he understood the sudden shift in Alastor’s behaviour earlier. It was all just an act at first– apparently, one he didn’t feel like keeping up for long. “ Goddamn it Alastor! Why do you have to be such a piece of shit, all the time now!”
Not one thing involving Alastor could ever go right for him!
Alastor sauntered over to Vox, looking quite pleased with himself. “You know, despite looking for some entertainment, I did have another reason behind this little experiment.”
“Oh yeah, like what?” Vox sneered, crossing his arms. “Some other sick and twisted way to humiliate me?”
“No, no. Nothing of that sort!” Alastor assured, stepping closer.
Vox tensed, itching to put distance between them again. He couldn’t think straight with Alastor so close. He took a couple of steps back but quickly found himself cornered against a wall.
Well, shit. He should have chosen a bigger room, damn it!
“Okay… So, then what the hell was your other reason?”
Alastor took another step closer. “I needed you to have the opportunity to kill me, so you could finally realize you didn’t actually want that. All this time you’ve been convincing yourself that you despise me.” Another step closer, sending Vox’s heart racing. “Focusing so obsessively on that anger,” another step, now less than a breath's length between them, “so that you could try and convince yourself that you’re not still in love with me. This was the only way I could think of to snap you out of that.”
Vox’s heart skipped a beat, stomach twisting. He felt rooted in place, heart beating so rapidly there was no way Alastor couldn’t hear it thumping out of his chest.
What the hell was this prick talking about? He doesn’t love Alastor anymore. He hasn’t in a long, long time!
But that resolve rapidly crumbled apart the longer he stared into Alastor’s intense gaze. Eyes that he so desperately wanted to look at him the way they used to so many years ago. Vox used to glow under Alastor’s proud, warm gaze– basking in a high far more addictive than any drug could ever induce. All he’d ever needed then was Alastor by his side.
No matter how hard he’d tried not to, Vox still loved Alastor. He wasn’t sure there’d ever come a time when he didn’t.
Alastor braced a hand on the wall, leaning in close. “Am I wrong?” Although phrased as a question, the knowing look on his face told Vox that Alastor already knew. He could still read him like a book. Vox hadn’t changed at all; not when it came to Alastor.
Vox’s eyes stung, and he swallowed back the lump in his throat. He couldn’t be this weak! He’d spent so many years pushing away his feelings, locking them away so deep in the depths of his mind that he’d hoped maybe they’d be lost forever. But Alastor had fished them out, exposing them like it was nothing.
“Of– Of course, you’re wrong! I never loved you!” He huffed a laugh, placing a palm against the wall to steady himself. “I don’t– I don’t know what the hell you're yammering about you ancient prick.”
“I know you well, my old friend. I know you loved me before, and I know you still do now.” Alastor gave Vox’s appearance a once-over before his gaze returned, dark and heavy. “For someone who can put on quite a convincing front before the masses, it’s rather telling that you can’t with me. No matter how hard you might try.”
Vox’s whole body trembled, fighting desperately to keep back his tears. Claws dug into the palm of his hand, in hopes that the slight pain might distract him enough to get a hold of the rush of emotions his brain was flooding with. It didn’t.
“Damnit!” He blinked rapidly and lowered his head, knowing he was powerless to stop the tears now that they’d started. “Damnit! Damnit …” He watched as tear after tear dripped from his screen, splashing to the floor. “You- you can’t do this Alastor. I… I can’t…” Throat tight, he trailed off. Why did Alastor have to pull something like this? Vox had moved on! He had Val, and although their relationship was… rocky at times, Vox was relatively happy in it! So long as he didn’t think about how much time Valentino spent fucking his employees. That had always stung a bit.
Steeling himself, Vox took a deep breath before he looked back up to meet Alastor’s eye. “Alastor, don’t do this to me, please .”
Alastor grasped both sides of Vox’s screen, gazing at him with knitted brows. With his coat sleeve, he brushed away Vox’s tears before speaking. “And what is it you think I’m doing?” He asked, sounding almost as if he cared, causing a painful throb in Vox’s heart.
“You’re toying with me. You- you know how I feel and you’re…” Vox glanced to the side, unable to keep looking Alastor in the eye. “You’re messing with me because you get some kinda fucked up… thrill having power over me!”
Alastor sighed. “I do love the power I have over you. It is thrilling, but only because you give it to me. As you know, I own many souls. I have such power over them because they no longer have any choice in the matter. You Vox, have a choice. You could simply choose to ignore my very existence, but again and again, you come back to me. You choose to give me power over you, and that is why you are unlike any other.” Alastor tilted Vox’s head, forcing him to meet his eye. “I missed it. I missed you.”
A wave of emotion washed over Vox, dizzying in its intensity. His eyes softened, a flicker of hope blinking to life. “You…” He paused, quickly burning it out. “No.” His face hardened again. He wasn’t going to fall for this! “You didn’t miss me. You just missed toying with me!” He pushed Alastor’s hands off, roughly grabbing hold of his coat and jerking it. “Don’t try and manipulate me you asshole!”
Alastor sighed. “I’m not manipulating you, I’m telling you the truth.”
“Then why now, huh? If you knew I loved you before, back when we– back when we were friends, why didn’t you say anything then? Why wait ‘till now?”
“I didn’t know what to make of it back then. I didn’t know how I felt about it. But while I was gone, I… Well, I suppose the expression ‘ absence makes the heart grow fonder ’ is accurate in this case.”
Vox trembled, his grip on Alastor’s coat tightening. “I don’t– I want to believe you! I really do…”
“Believe me or don’t Vox, that’s up to you I suppose.” Leaning in close, he let out a breath against Vox’s antennas, sending a shiver through the Media Demon's body. “But perhaps this might help convince you?” He murmured, wedging a leg between Vox’s thighs.
A needy whimper escaped Vox and he swallowed hard, eyes wide. Involuntarily, he pressed himself closer to Alastor. “I- I don’t…” Vox hesitated, wanting so badly to give in. “I want this,” he breathed. “I want you , but I can’t- You can’t leave me again!” He pleaded, voice wavering. “Alastor, please don’t do this if you’re gonna leave me again.”
Alastor pulled his head back, looking Vox directly in the eye. “I should have no reason to leave again. I can’t make any promises,” he said, ears falling back as his gaze darted away for a second, “it’s… not entirely in my control. But if I have to, I will come back, that much I can assure you of.” He ground his knee against Vox’s crotch, purring at the whine that fell from Vox’s lips. “How could I not come back to this?”
Vox’s screen tinted pink, heat pooling in his lower stomach. “ Fuck… ” He moaned, rolling his hips into the touch. He clung to Alastor– throwing all rational thinking out the window. Alastor sounded sincere, more sincere than Vox had ever heard him before, but he was also a master manipulator. It could all be a lie. Likely it was, but his foolish, yearning heart longed to believe every word. Hopefully he meant enough to Alastor that he wouldn’t lie to him. Not about something like this at least.
Alastor rested a hand on Vox’s hip, the other coming to cup the side of Vox’s face. Vox leaned into the touch. “If at any point you no longer want this, tell me and I’ll stop. Understood?”
Vox nodded.
Alastor tsked, stepping back. His hold on Vox’s hip tightened, keeping him in place as he tried to chase after him. “I need you to use your words. Or this isn’t happening.”
“Are you– seriously ?” At the loss of contact, Vox let out a frustrated whine. He was finally getting what he’d wanted for so long, and Alastor was gonna act like this? It was nice that clear consent was important to him though, he couldn’t deny that. With Valentino, it wasn’t something Vox was used to. “ Ugh , fine, fine. Understood.” He reached out, scrabbling at Alastor’s shoulders to try and pull him back. “Now just get back here.”
Alastor complied, pressing his leg back in place, grinning at the desperate display. Vox wound his arms tightly around Alastor’s shoulders– as if that would do anything to prevent him from leaving if he suddenly chose to.
Alastor leaned in close, just shy of brushing their lips together. Vox held his breath, body rigid in anticipation.
“You really are a needy little thing, aren’t you?” Alastor pulled Vox’s bottom lip between his teeth, giving it a slight tug before pulling away. He then removed his hands from Vox completely, leaning them against the wall as he grinned mischievously. “Makes teasing you all the more fun!”
Vox whined, urgently trying to pull Alastor back but to no avail. “ C’mon ,” Vox dragged the end of the word out, frustrating and aching. “Why do you have to be so cruel?”
“Because you enjoy it just as much as I do, do you not?”
Vox looked away, avoiding answering. For reasons he couldn’t understand, he did enjoy it, but he wasn’t about to admit that.
Alastor let out a delighted chuckle. “Show me how good you can behave, and perhaps I’ll consider rewarding you. Sound fair?”
Vox grumbled under his breath, but agreed. “Fine.”
Seeming satisfied, Alastor brought his knee back, slowly dragging it up and down the length of Vox’s cock. It felt good, he was so hard at this point that likely anything would, but it was far from any level of real satisfaction. “Al, c’mon. I need a little more than this,” he whined, doing his best to press himself harder against Alastor’s knee.
“Really? If you’re that desperate then,” Alastor planted his knee against Vox, unmoving, “…you can do it yourself.”
“What? No, that’s not–“ Vox whined, about to object but thought better of it. “Ya know what? Fine!” He glared, mumbling under his breath, “Jerk.”
Alastor gave him an amused look, but said nothing.
Vox shut his eyes, head falling forward as he focused on rolling his hips, trying to satisfy the ache between his legs. Again, it felt good, he couldn’t say it didn’t, and he could probably get himself off like this eventually— but he wanted more. He could still feel the phantom touch of Alastor’s hands on his body, and as much as it pissed him off, he ached to have it back.
He fell still, cursing himself out internally before shoving what little self-respect he still had out the door.
“Al? I– I need…” He hesitated for a moment before forcing himself to just blurt the words out. “I need you to touch me again.” Giving in left him feeling pathetic, but he couldn’t deny himself anymore. He needed it– more than anything.
Alastor hummed, just barely brushing a leisurely finger along one of Vox’s antennae; static buzzing along the sensitive metal. “What do we say when we want something?” He asked, flicking the tip of the antenna. “It’s quite rude to just demand things, you know,” He reproached, bumping his knee forward.
“Oh for fu-ucks sake.” Vox jolted at the unexpected movement, head shooting up to glare at Alastor. “ Now you finally move.” He was met with a sly grin as Alastor pressed his knee harder against him, grinding in tight little circles. “You’re ahh – such a fuck–, such a fucking asshole!”
Alastor chuckled, very clearly amused. “Insulting me will get you nowhere I’m afraid. I believe I asked you to behave, did I not?” He asked, pushing down Vox’s antenna and watching as it sprang back up– not in the least showing any concern for Vox’s distress.
“You did…” Vox grumbled, glaring up at Alastor’s hand above his head.
“So I need you to ask nicely if you want me to touch you.”
Goddammit, why do I like you so damn much ? Vox thought to himself, head falling forward again. “ Please, touch me?” He mumbled against Alastor’s chest. He clearly wasn’t going to get what he wanted otherwise.
“Now was that really so hard?” Alastor slid his index finger under Vox’s chin, tilting his head back up. His eyes glowed as he gazed at Vox, clearly delighted by his submission. “Where do you need me to touch you, darling?”
Vox shivered, swallowing back a whimper. “ Anywhere ! Please, I just…” His throat grew tight as he stared into Alastor’s eyes. Begging was a hell of a lot easier when he could hide his face. His vision blurred as tears welled in his eyes; from shame or frustration, he wasn’t sure. “Do– do whatever you want. I just wanna feel you. Please ?”
“Of course, since you asked so sweetly,” Alastor crooned, moving to untuck Vox’s shirt and tear open the front of his pants.
Warm fingers found their way to Vox’s skin, splaying across his lower stomach. Vox jerked with a soft whine, eyes falling shut. He was hyper-aware of every inch of his body Alastor’s hand explored, leaving his skin tingling in its wake.
As Alastor’s thumb dipped down just above the crease of Vox’s thigh, his stomach fluttered, cock jumping in his pants. His breath hitched in his throat, arching into the touch as Alastor rubbed over the spot again.
Alastor chuckled. “If only you could see yourself, Vox.” He cupped the side of Vox’s screen and Vox leaned into the touch with a pleased hum. “You’re an absolute mess right now,” Alastor crooned.
Vox blinked open his eyes, immediately having his breath stolen. Alastor was watching him with unwavering attention– eyes heavy-lidded with a ravenous glint in them. Vox’s eyes widened as he flushed, knowing Alastor was taking in every vulnerable expression that flashed across his screen. It was overwhelming in the best way possible. No one in his life or after had ever made Vox feel more special or important with nothing but a look before. He never wanted Alastor’s eyes to leave him.
“What a truly pathetic display.” Alastor stoked his thumb below Vox’s eye, smearing his tears across his screen. “But I have to admit, it looks beautiful on you.”
Vox made a needy little noise in his throat. “ Alastor… ”
Alastor leaned in close, tugging Vox’s bottom lip between his teeth. He gave it a sharp nip as he slowly pulled away, tearing a shaky gasp from Vox. Then he swiped his tongue along Vox’s lip, licking up the little drops of blood with a satisfied moan. “And all those pretty little noises coming out of you… I could grow quite accustomed to this.”
“Oh fuck, please ,” Vox begged, a needy whine rising in the back of his throat. “Alastor I need you– Please fuck me?”
“Fuck you? Oh, no darling. You’re going to get off just like this,” Alastor stated, making it perfectly clear this wasn’t up for debate, and began to rock his knee again, hard and slow.
Vox gave his best glare, but with his mouth hanging open and spilling pathetic noises, it likely didn’t have the desired effect. “I’m starting to – to maybe think I d-do hate you.”
“Oh, don’t say that!” A fake flash of hurt crossed Alastor’s face, ears drooping back. “You might hurt my feelings, Vox.” He placed a hand over his heart in faux offence, and much to Vox’s dismay, his leg fell still during his theatrics.
Vox rolled his eyes with a breathy chuckle. “Yeah right, ya drama queen. Now…” He jerked his hips, staring at Alastor expectantly, pouting.
“Pouting, really?” Alastor raised an eyebrow as his knee resumed its torturously slow pace. “You’re a grown man, Vox. Don’t you think that’s a tad childish?”
Vox shook his head, panting slightly. “Nah. Not ahh– not when it gets me what I– what I want.” He winked, flashing Alastor a bright smile.
“You really are something else.” Alastor smiled at him with a look Vox could easily misinterpret as something akin to love. “But as charming as that smile of yours is…” It quickly changed into something sinister, hungry even. “...I much prefer seeing you lose control.”
That was all the warning Vox got before Alastor pressed closer, thigh taking the place of his knee as he pinned the lower half of Vox’s body to the wall. Vox’s eyes shoot wide with a sharp inhale. He wasn’t even given a moment to breathe before a strangled moan was ripped from his throat as Alastor ground his thigh against Vox’s cock– hard and tight.
“Oh fuck!” Vox tightened his hold on Alastor’s shoulders, tossing his head back. The friction had shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body, and he could do little else but whine and gasp– spilling out curses and words that vaguely resembled Alastor’s name.
Attempting to muffle the uncontrollable, humiliating noises pouring from him, Vox clamped a hand over his mouth. It was there for little more than a second before he gasped, looking up to find his arms raised above his head; pinned to the wall with a tight grip around his wrists.
“Wha…?” Vox blinked, confused.
Alastor growled, expression borderline ferine as he met Vox’s startled gaze. “I don’t want you holding anything back from me, understood ?”
Vox felt his screen fritz out for a second before he mindlessly nodded with a shiver, cock throbbing at the sudden possessiveness. “ Fuck, un-understood.” He swallowed heavily, chest heaving. At that moment, Alastor could ask to consume Vox, and he’d be tripping all over himself to make it happen.
“Good boy.” Claws ripped down the front of Vox’s shirt; chest and torso exposed as the tattered fabric hung limply at his sides. Alastor leaned down, lips brushing against Vox’s throat, hot puffs of breath tickling his skin. “Because I want to hear every little noise you make,” he purred, sharp teeth grazing sensitive skin. “I want to feel every pathetic shudder that wracks your body as you lose control, all because of what I’m doing to you.” Fingers splayed across Vox’s chest, palm pressing flush over his racing heart. “You are mine , and you’ll give me everything .”
Vox choked out a broken sob, arching into the touch. “ Fuck Al– yeah-h-h, I’m yours, all– all y-yours,” he babbled, unable to restrain the glitching of his words. Coherent thoughts were far beyond his reach now, and any control he may have still had over himself was long gone.
Alastor slid his hand down Vox’s torso, claws lightly scratching the skin as he went before grabbing Vox’s hip, tight and possessive. “ All mine ,” Alastor confirmed before sinking his teeth into the side of Vox’s neck.
“ Aah fuck !” Scorching pain shot through Vox’s neck, and he was surprised to find he couldn’t get enough. He tilted his head, giving Alastor more room. “Oh f-fuc-k-k, fuck – Alastor, s’good , it’s so good! I— need more, p-please. pleas-s-se !” He begged, slurring his words, hips jerking as he rutted against Alastor.
Alastor removed his teeth, warm tongue lapping up the blood beginning to seep from the wound. “That’s it, Vox. Let it all out,” he cooed, pressing a kiss just below his screen. “You’re being so good for me, aren’t you?”
“ F-u-uck …” Vox’s whole body flushed, static taking over his entire screen for a second. A delighted shiver ran down his spine; he’d forgotten just how good Alastor’s praise made him feel. “ Yeah ,” he breathed, nodding dumbly. “Only– only for you.”
“That’s right, darling.” Alastor’s grip on Vox’s hip tightened, digging bruises into the skin. “ Only for me.” And he bit down again. Followed by several more all across Vox’s throat, collarbones, and chest– marking him with bloodied bites and bruises that would take weeks to heal.
Vox whined and moaned at each bite, writhing uncontrollably as he chased his pleasure with desperate, sloppy thrusts of his hips. He was so close– intense pressure steadily building in his core.
A hand slid down to Vox’s thigh, tapping against it. It took his hazy mind a moment to register what Alastor wanted before he realized, lifting his leg and wrapping it around Alastor’s back. It pressed their bodies flush against each other, and Alastor moved his hand to the small of Vox’s back, supporting him as his movements became more frantic– grinding his cock shamelessly against Alastor’s thigh.
“ Alastor . Al, I’m fuck – I’m clo-ose,” Vox panted, wrists flexing against Alastor’s hold. “Please, please don’t stop.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Alastor assured, sliding his tongue up the length of Vox’s throat. He leaned in close, pressing their foreheads together. “Let yourself go for me, sweetheart,” he purred before sealing their lips together.
Vox made a desperate little noise as he pressed into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut. He parted his lips, moaning when he felt Alastor’s tongue flick into his mouth, sticky and tasting sharply of blood. Alastor kissed like he wanted to devour Vox— full of sharp teeth and ravenous tongue, licking away at every inch of Vox’s mouth it could reach.
Vox pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily. “Gonna aah — gonna come,” he uttered between breaths, bringing his hips to a slow grind, not quite enough to tip him over the edge just yet.
Alastor gave him a puzzled look, glancing down at Vox’s hips before returning his gaze to Vox. “What are you waiting for then?”
“I want– I don’t wanna…” Vox trailed off, not wanting to have to actually say what he wanted. It would be humiliating– as if wanting it, to begin with, wasn’t already humiliating. He stared at Alastor expectantly, hoping he’d clue in.
You could practically see the gears grinding in his head as Alastor thought. His eyes lit up as he finally figured it out. “You don’t want to come without permission, do you?”
Heat blazed across Vox’s screen as he shook his head, beyond embarrassed but so incredibly turned on he didn’t care.
“ Fuck ,” Alastor muttered, and Vox could feel as his body shivered against his own. “You really are pathetic, Vox.” He pressed his forehead to Vox’s again, purring against his lips, “Go ahead and come for me, sweetheart.” Then he closed the small gap between their lips, swallowing up Vox’s desperate little whine.
It took only a couple more jerks of his hips before Vox toppled over the edge– spilling in his pants as he cried out against Alastor’s mouth.
Aftershocks had his body twitching a few times before he slumped forward against Alastor, brain in a blissed-out fog.
Vaguely he was aware as Alastor moved them, but too exhausted to bother opening his eyes to see what was happening. His mind simply floated, entrusting himself to Alastor.
He was slow to come back to his senses, but when he finally did, he was surprised to feel himself in Alastor’s lap, a hand gently stroking along his side and another curled around his back. He felt safe and protected– silly for one of Hells most powerful Overlords.
He was met with nothing but red as he opened his eyes, screen smushed against Alastor’s chest. He lifted his head, blinking confusedly at Alastor. The last thing he expected was for him to still be here– and cuddling him no less! “You’re still here…”
“You couldn’t even hold yourself up you were so exhausted,” Alastor smirked, looking quite proud of himself. “I couldn’t in good conscience leave you in such a helpless state.” His hand suddenly stilled. “Would you have preferred if I’d left?” He asked with a tilt of his head.
Vox wrapped his arms around Alastor, burying his face again and clinging tight. “No! No. Just… surprised, that’s all.” It warmed him to the core that Alastor had stayed with him. Too often had he awoken from sex to find himself in an empty bed.
Alastor hummed, hand resuming its path along Vox’s skin.
Vox let out a content sigh, nuzzling his face against Alastor’s chest and relaxing into the gentle touch.
He basked in the –surprisingly for murderous Overlords– domestic moment a little longer before breaking the silence. “You sure got pretty possessive there Al,” Vox teased with a toothy grin as he lifted his head back up.
A faint blush spread across Alastor’s face, ears pulling back as he glanced away.
Was he… embarrassed ? Vox’s grin widened. That was fucking adorable! “Who knew the big bad Radio Demon could get embarrassed,” he chuckled, absolutely delighted with the reaction.
“And less than 20 minutes ago you were moaning like a brazen whore,” Alastor retorted. “You’re hardly in any position to judge.”
“Oh, I wasn’t judging!” Vox assured, pulling Alastor back to look at him. “I loved it.” His eyes hooded with a smirk. “It was fucking hot.”
Alastor wrapped a hand around Vox’s throat, leaning in close with a matching smirk. “Oh, that was tremendously obvious, darling.”
Vox flushed, caught off guard by the flirt. He swallowed heavily. “So, uh, does that mean this can happen again maybe…?”
“Oh, without a doubt,” Alastor assured. “I truly meant it when I said I’d missed you.”
Vox’s gaze softened, heart swelling. He found himself truly believing Alastor this time. “I missed you too,” he confessed, completely unaware of the hearts shining in his eyes.
Alastor held the side of Vox’s head, touch gentle as he stroked his thumb across Vox’s bottom lip. “Oh, I never doubted that for a moment,” he murmured, pressing their lips together.
Vox closed his eyes, melting into it. He wasn’t sure if he really believed in ‘fate’, and he certainly didn’t believe in happy endings –this was Hell after all– but maybe there was a reason he’d pinned away after Alastor for so many years, unable to stay away. Unable to keep him out of his head no matter how hard he tried, even while Alastor was gone.
Sure, they still had a load of shit to discuss, and Valentino was bound to throw a fit over the whole thing when Vox dumped his ass for the last time, but fuck it. Totally worth it.