A Touchy Subject

by A_x_Carousel_x_of_Cats_and_Rabbits_x

Summary:

Two weeks after the battle with Adam, Alastor faces a terrible problem- his yearly rutting season has begun two months earlier than usual.

Notes:

I initially wanted to include this in my work 'The Duality of Demon', but I think that it would make more sense to keep this as a separate work. This one is going to be a bit spicier, and focused around rutting, while I'd like the other piece to focus on fluff/angst/non-rutting spice.

I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1: Error error!

A dark shadow pulled itself from the floor and rose so that it was looking over its sleeping counterpart. The deer demon was tossing and turning in his sleep as he made soft groans of discomfort. A strained close-lipped smile was stretched thin across his face, and his hair was damp with sweat. One of his hooves stomped towards the foot of the bed, and his pelvis made a weak thrust forward as he let out a slight whine.

His shadow silently watched the demon with a pained smile, and after a short while, it reached forward to touch its Master. The shadowy hand passed through the deer demon’s shoulder, and he woke up with a startled cry. Alastor’s black demonic eyes flitted about the room in a panic before returning to their normal red state as he realized he was alone. He tried to calm his frantic breathing, but the attempt was futile. His quick and shallow breathing was causing him to nearly hyperventilate. His skin felt on fire, and his body felt tense and sore. Each nerve ending in his body seemed to be firing rapid, unrelenting signals to his brain, and he felt highly overstimulated.

Alastor hadn't left his room at the Hazbin Hotel since the altercation, partially because he wanted solace from the residents of the Hotel. He had been able to heal spectacularly, but he was furious and ashamed that he had nearly lost his life to such a superficial, pompous, arrogant asshole. Aside from that, he was having quite a pleasant time by himself… until today. Waking up in such a condition after a well-earned sabbatical was quite a shock.

He felt frazzled and sickly; he ran his fingers through his sweaty hair to push it out of his face. The moment the tips of his claws touched his sensitive ears, another intense wave of heat flashed through his body. A loud hiss escaped his lips at the sensation, and he bit his bottom lip with the unwanted feeling, piercing the skin and flooding his mouth with the taste of blood.

The radio demon pivoted himself in the bed so his hooves could touch the floor, but he became nauseous with the quick movement. It took all his focus and strength not to vomit on the floor. He tried his best to get out of bed without making any sudden movements or gestures. With much difficulty, he managed to slowly reach the bathroom. He flicked the light on and caught a glimpse of his reflection. His face was pale and dripping with sweat. His eyes had flickered back to their black demonic form, and his antlers protruded from his skull at nearly twice their standard size. He grimaced at the sight and let out a groan of disgust.

Alastor reached into the shower and turned the cold water on full blast. His body was getting hotter by the minute, causing his head to spin. He frantically tugged off his sleeping gown, which was soaked with sweat. The gown made a wet slap as it hit the ground, and he had one leg in the shower when he stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes narrowed, and he let out a menacing growl when he saw the cause of his dreadful state.

He was sporting a rock-hard, throbbing erection between his legs. Some days he woke from his slumber to find an uncomfortable erection, and he was forced to ‘take care’ of the issue with annoyed frustration. He hated the idea that his body was able to betray him. He prided himself on maintaining complete control of himself at all times. The idea of touching himself or another soul in such a way made him uneasy. He may have felt differently in the past, and only in certain circumstances with a specific box-headed individual… but that was neither here nor there now.

The culprit behind his painful discomfort today was not like a standard erection. No, the cause behind this was much worse. There was no doubt that his rutting season had begun. For some reason, it had arrived almost two months early. The season was torturous and humiliating, bringing about feelings and bodily reactions that he typically avoided. It brought feelings of desire to be touched, passion, attraction, and an insatiable hunger for sex. He was usually quite indifferent to such feelings, so the magnified intensity of these feelings made him overwhelmed and humiliated. The ‘condition’ could last anywhere from a few days to a few weeks and happened every year without fail. While Hell had blessed him with abilities and power beyond his imagination, it had also brought him this terrible, inescapable curse. It was indeed a cruel fate for someone indifferent to physical intimacy and generally dismissive towards sex.

He tipped his head back and let out a blood-curdling howl. Screams of tortured souls and high-frequency radio static pierced the air. The mirror before him splintered, and pieces came crashing into the sink. The microphone head of his staff in the bedroom vibrated and broadcasted the terrifying wails throughout the Pride ring. His mind was consumed with burning rage, and even if he could have seen the worried looks of the hotel inhabitants downstairs and the terrified expressions of Pride’s residents, he wouldn't have cared at that moment.

After a minute or so, his howl came to a gravelly stop. Alastor tore himself away from the shattered mirror and stepped into the shower's cold water, wincing slightly at the sharp temperature change. He closed his eyes and tried to regain control of his traitorous body. He had been under the freezing water for almost 20 minutes before his erection softened and his body returned to a semi-normal state. The feelings had dissipated for now, but he could tell that they were still lurking under the surface.

The radio demon carefully stepped out of the shower and dressed slowly, gingerly. He winced at the feeling of the heavy layers of clothing over his sensitive skin, and he tied his hair back into a small ponytail to keep the feverish heat at bay. He carefully smoothed out his suit in front of a mirror in his study since the one in the bathroom was now destroyed. His eyes flickered to the calendar on the wall beside the mirror. Under today’s date, his sprawling cursive in blood-red ink read, ‘Mandatory Overlord meeting.’

He let out an irritated sigh and rubbed his temple with two fingers. His head throbbed with the promise of an oncoming headache, which added to the list of unwanted problems this unfortunate day was throwing at him. Typically, Overlord meetings were not mandatory, but it was respectful to show up to them nonetheless. Not showing up brought up the suggestion of a weakness and irresponsibility. An Overlord’s power wasn’t just determined by how many souls he contracted or the territory he controlled. It was also determined by an outdated list of unspoken etiquette, including civility and elite event participation.

Events such as the glamorous Galas for Hell’s elite, Turf War after-parties, Pain Game celebrations, and Overlord meetings provided elites opportunities to flaunt their status and power to others. Though the meetings were the least entertaining, they helped showcase one’s seriousness and commitment to rule over others.

Now that the leader of the exorcists was dead and the angels had retreated, the uncertainty of the future was causing unrest and panic across the Pride ring. Today, each of the Overlords was expected to bring an idea on how to protect the citizens of Hell. Carmilla Carmine’s letter hinted heavily that this was not an optional meeting. Crossing one of the most powerful Overlords in Hell would be a foolish mistake.

Alastor adjusted his bowtie with a huff and summoned his microphone staff. His shadow materialized at his side, telepathically sending over waves of concern. The radio demon sighed and reassured his shadow in a slightly strained voice, “It’s fine… I’m going to be fine. It’s just a quick meeting. Once it's over, I’ll head to one of my safehouses and take cover until this annoying… condition passes.”

His shadow stared at Alastor with concern, and the radio demon let out an irritated growl. He twirled his staff, headed out of his room, and descended the hotel stairs. His eyes flickered to the TV lounge to the left, where the hotel residents chattered excitedly. Everyone was watching the 666 News special on the noisy picture box, which seemed to focus on recorded clips from the epic battle at the Hazbin Hotel and provided enthusiastic commentary.

Alastor rolled his eyes and slipped past the lounge as silently as he could muster, but KeeKee, the hotel’s resident cat, was sitting near the entryway, letting out a tiny meow as she saw the radio demon. The small cat rubbed against his leg and purred loudly, and the friction of the cat’s affection against his leg threatened to crack his resolve of control. He had been trying to avoid any unnecessary physical contact or emotional thoughts that might trigger his rut. He began to feel his body heat up, and sweat dripped from his forehead. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a dark tentacle from a black portal, and it gently pushed the cat away. KeeKee let out a slight hiss of disapproval and walked towards the stairs behind him.

Charlie looked up at the sound of KeeKee’s hiss and let out a squeal of excitement before rushing over to him. She gave an award-winning smile and cried energetically, “Alastor! Wow, it's so good to see you! You haven’t left your room since…”

Tears welled in her eyes, and she lunged towards him with outstretched arms. He quickly extended his staff upwards, and the base pressed into her forehead, stopping her attempt to embrace him. She took a step backward and wiped the wetness from her eyes. She let out an awkward chuckle and said nervously, “Sorry… We just have been so worried about you. It’s been a couple of weeks since we have seen you...”

Her eyes filled with tears again as she saw Alastor gaze impatiently towards the door. She says in a hurt voice, “Are… Are you headed out? We were planning on celebrating once you were able to join us.”

Alastor gritted his teeth, and a faint static sound filled the air around him. Participating in a celebration after the mandatory Overlord meeting was as appealing as the sound of nails on a chalkboard. Images of excited hugs and pats on the back from the hotel residents flooded his brain and caused more sweat to drip from his forehead. It was already going to be a momentous challenge to maintain a level head at the meeting. A celebration charged with emotions was surely going to end in a disaster.

The radio demon cleared his throat and smoothed down the front of his coat. He said in a cheery voice, “Ah yes… I understand and truly appreciate the gesture, my dear. But, I’m saddened to say that my presence is required at an Overlord meeting today. Unfortunately, it will consume most of my patience and energy, so a… celebration right afterward… Well, that would be far too taxing on my body. I am still quite weak from my… altercation with that obese angel, Adam.”

The word ‘altercation’ was laced with screeching radio waves, and Charlie winced before stepping backward. She nodded and said nervously, “Oh, right… Of course… Please take care of yourself. Remember that you can always ask us for help… We’re truly thankful for all that you have done for us. When will you be able to celebrate with us?”

The radio demon’s eye twitched with growing annoyance and said quickly, “Yes, I'm sure you all are. And, I don't know, I might never be ready. Now, I must excuse myself, or I'll be late…”

He started passing by her, but Charlie had moved closer. Her face was screwed up in an attempt to be stern. That resolve broke apart quickly when Alastor narrowed his eyes dangerously, and the sound of static reappeared with greater intensity. She said in a wishy-washy voice, “Oh, uh… As the Princess of Hell and Heir to the throne, I… aggressively-kindly order you to celebrate with us… once you're healed.”

His eyes narrowed even further, and she quickly added, “And once you're mentally ready… okay?”

Alastor nodded with a strained smile, and the tentacle that pushed away KeeKee gave Charlie a kind pat on the head. He kept an arm’s length distance from the Princess as he moved past her and out the door of the Hotel. He let out a sigh of relief and began his journey towards Carmilla Carmine’s factory.

As he traveled the streets, demons fled and hid at his sight. It would have been a relief, but he could hear many of them whisper with shock at seeing him alive after the battle two weeks ago. Hearing such whispers caused anger to spread through his body. This was the first time he had shown his face since the disastrous battle. The 666 News had captured the unfortunate moment of Adam striking him with a holy blast, and cameras zoomed in as Alastor disappeared into the darkness. It wasn’t a surprise that demons seemed shocked that he was alive, but he still felt his anger begin to bubble over.

Alastor growled with irritation and thought, ‘No, it wasn’t 666 News that captured my struggles… It was that idiot voyeur Vox… I’m not stupid… I saw his drone flying overhead, watching me like the freak he is as I battled… Pathetic, useless, arrogant fucking creep…’

He began to hum a light jazz tune to tune out the gossip of the demons on the street and the growing fury building in his head. This act made the rest of his journey quite pleasant. He entered the elevator at the back entrance of the Carmine weapon factory and traveled to the 6th floor. About half of the Overlords were already sitting at the long table, and many were too preoccupied to notice Alastor enter. Rosie had been chatting with Zeezi, the giant dinosaur-like demon, but she stopped mid-sentence when she saw her antlered friend.

She stopped wafting herself with her fan, and she called out in a thick New York accent, “Bless my stars… Do my eyes deceive me? Alastor! Alastor, darling! You’re alive!”

Alastor moved towards the empty seat beside her, making sure to covertly push his chair away slightly to maintain an arm’s length distance from his charming friend. The other Overlords were now gazing at him, equally shocked to see the radio demon alive. He let out a forced laugh and said loud enough for everyone to hear, “Alive and well, my dear! It would take a lot more than a sloppy, winged, overweight fool such as Adam to take this demon’s life! Don’t worry, darling, I’m here to stay.”

Rosie chuckled and agreed, “Yes, of course! I had a feeling you were alive. I’m so glad. You’ll have to stop by Cannibal Town soon. I’ll make sure to treat you to a holy feast. The battle left my town with more meat than we could ever imagine. We’ve been celebrating and feasting for the past two weeks!”

Alastor had started to reply when he felt a surge of electric radio waves radiate through his body. He looked up and saw that most of the Overlords were now present. Even the members of the Vees had shown up, to his dismay. He rarely thought of or interacted with them that he often forgot their existence… Well, at least he often found two of them forgettable. Velvette and Valentino were seated near the entrance, whispering to each other and shooting disgusted glances his way.

The last V stood in the doorway as waves of electricity pulsed from his body. Vox’s body shook with rage, and his screen flickered between his furious expression and the snowy, pixelated screen of white noise. Alastor smirked, recognizing the white noise as a sign of being flustered and embarrassed. The lights flickered overhead as the Media Demon’s anger consumed him.

His voice crackled with static and distorted wi-fi signals as he bellowed, “What. The. FUCK are you doing here, you pathetic, outdated analog piece of SHIT?”

Alastor’s eyes rolled with exaggerated effort, and he called out in a purposefully teasing voice, “Hmmm? Now, what does it look like I’m doing, darling? Did you forget I've been an Overlord longer than your entire existence in Hell? My fellow comrades and I are attending a very important meeting. We were, after all, on time. I can’t say the same for you.”

Vox’s eyes narrowed, and looked down at his wrist, only to find that he hadn’t put one on today. He let out a low growl before flicking his hand in front of his screen face. The numbers of a digital clock flickered into view, which showed 9:01 am - just one minute past the scheduled start time of the meeting.

Hot flashes of electricity sparked from his body, and his screen repeatedly displayed the same popup. The popup read, “ERROR ERROR—An error occurred while trying to display the previous error.”

Seeing such an absurd technological demotion caused Alastor to lose control, and he succumbed to a raging fit of maniacal laughter. He doubled over and nearly fell to the ground, but he firmly gripped the table's edge before he could tumble. Vox slapped his hand against the side of his screen repeatedly, trying to remove the pop-ups, but this only caused Alastor to laugh and wheeze harder. He was delighted to find that laughing and teasing the Media Demon was a wonderful distraction from the physical torment his rutting season was bringing him. If anything, it felt fantastic, and he needed more.

The lights flickered above the group, and large cables sprouted behind Vox’s back. They pushed him off the ground and into the air so that he was looming over them all and just a few feet from the ceiling. A disturbing, distorted version of his voice bellowed, “I’m going to FUCKING KILL YO-”

A sharp, glittering angelic dagger had been thrown towards Vox and buried itself deep into the ceiling beside his head. Carmilla Carmine looked up from the printed agenda in her hands and narrowed her eyes at Vox. She said in a firm voice, “Hello, Vox. It's… nice to see you and your comrades finally grace us with your presence. It's been a while since you've all attended an Overlord Meeting... Please take a seat. I'm giving everyone 15 more minutes to review your proposals. And please remember that violence will not be tolerated. This is a place of neutral ground, and it will remain free of conflict if you know what is good for you.”

All the Overlords were watching the exchange with shocked silence except for Alastor, who had managed to reign in his laughter after hearing Carmilla’s threats. Soft giggles still managed to escape his lips when he saw Rosie smirking next to him.

The cables that hoisted Vox up shrunk and lowered him to the ground. Vox glanced around the table at the other Overlords, and his eyes narrowed when he saw that the only empty seat was just to the right of Alastor, who wiggled his fingers at him with a silly grin. The lights in the room returned to normal, and the sound of electrical static disappeared. However, even though the sound was gone, it didn’t mean that the electrical signals stopped. No, the signals were still firing with even greater force; only now were they invisible and silent so that only Alastor could sense them.

Alastor tried to maintain a confident, controlled persona, but he could feel his body reacting to the aggressive electric waves. He was no longer amused- the waves were emitting sharp shocks into his body and stimulating intimate parts of his body that he now struggled to keep in check. His antlers grew slightly, and a soft crackle of static surrounded him as suppressed anger bubbled inside him. The Vees being present at today’s meeting would test his level of restraint, and now, even more so since the obnoxious and pompous Vox was to sit next to him. The forceful electrical waves were getting on his nerves.

He thought to himself, ‘Fine. You want to play games? I can play games.’

He smirked and began humming to himself. He sent a clear radio transmission of Judy Garland's "Get Happy" chorus to Vox. He examined the sharpness of his claws before throwing a well-placed wink and air kiss at Vox.

The happy voice rang in Vox's head, 'Shout "hallelujah", c'mon get happy! You better chase all your cares away. Shout "hallelujah", c'mon get happy! Get ready, get ready, get ready for the judgement day!'

Vox released a fierce growl, but more error messages appeared on his screen, blocking his vision. With a hard smack to the side of his head (causing another fit of giggles from Alastor), he managed to get rid of the popups. His screen flashed to a blue loading message for a moment, but it was quickly replaced with a dazzling smile directed towards Carmilla. He exuded confidence as he proclaimed, “Yes… Civility. Of course, my dear. I’ll behave, don’t worry. Scout’s honor.”

The invisible waves of electricity pulsed from Vox’s body with more intensity, but Alastor maintained eye contact while he hummed to irritate the media Overlord even further. Alastor thought, ‘Gosh, I nearly forgot how entertaining this banter between us had been. I missed this… Him… Us… Vox was always so entertain-...’

His thoughts stopped for two reasons. First, he had to stop himself before he started digging up fond memories. Where there was much pleasure, there was an equal amount of pain. His rutting urges were at bay right now only because he had been able to distract himself with the delightful banter. The second reason his thoughts had stopped was because of how Vox had been looking at him. The anger disappeared from the media Overlord’s face the moment Alastor had that rogue tender thought, and in its place appeared the snowy white screen of white noise - Embarrassment.

Alastor froze and forced himself to look at his claws again. He thought frantically, ‘What? No way... There's just no way he could have heard… right?’

He had to test it out. He closed his eyes and thought as loud as he could, ‘VOX! I HATE YOU! I ATE SHARK MEAT A MONTH AGO JUST TO RUB IT IN YOUR STUPID BOXY FACE!’

He glanced upwards but got no visible reaction from Vox. The Media Overlord had turned to his comrades seated together before him. He bent between them and hooked an arm around each of their necks. He purred, “Val, Velvette… Would one of you be a dear and sit beside our fossil friend in my stead?”

Alastor now focused on Vox, preparing to test a new theory. He yelled internally, ‘VOX, YOU MAY HAVE WON ‘HELL’S HOTTEST BACHELOR’ IN NEW HELL TIMES, BUT YOU AND I KNOW THAT ONLY HAPPENED BECAUSE YOU HYPNOTIZED THE EDITOR IN CHIEF.’

Vox did not seem to hear his thoughts at all. Velvette laughed and said spitefully, “Hah, what? No, fuck you! We got here first. It's not our fault you decided to kiss up to a pissed-off client over the phone MINUTES before the meeting. Fuck off.”

Valentino smirked at Vox’s furious face and returned to Velvette, resuming brainstorming new ways to market her Love Potion. A slight shock of blue electricity pulsed from Vox’s hands and into Valentino and Velvette, who responded by shooting him hateful glares. Vox returned to a standing position and inhaled in a deep breath. A broad smile returned to his face, and he walked over to the empty seat beside Alastor. Blood dripped from his clenched fists as he sat beside the radio demon.

Alastor could feel the sharp pulses of invisible electricity that radiated from the man, and he responded by sending waves of distorted static toward the media demon’s antennae. The tension was only felt and noticed by the two of them, and the only hint of conflict that could be seen from the other Overlords were the drips of black blood dripping from their mouths. Alastor could feel his body start to overheat, and the overwhelming sensations were causing the unwanted effects of his rut to surface. This was the first time the two met in person since Alastor arrived in Hell a year ago. Suppressed memories and feelings were creeping up from the deepest recesses of his mind, and his body was beginning to betray him. He needed to gain control of this situation and fast.

Alastor’s smile tightened slightly, and he said in a strained voice, “Ah, Vox… A pleasure to see you again, my dear. What’s wrong? You know you can tell me anything… Right, old pal?”

Vox’s screen glitched with white noise, and he seemed unable to respond to Alastor’s taunt. The invisible electric waves were now hitting him with more force, much to Alastor’s dismay. His body was at an uncomfortably high temperature now. He was getting dizzy and nauseous as the waves hit him with ruthless force. His breathing was labored, and he could feel his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. Those waves of raw, unbridled power reminded him of the ones he had felt off the new arrival so many years ago… Memories long since buried were clawing to the surface with unbelievable speed.

He forced his eyes closed to try and better suppress his thoughts, but it only worsened things. The electric waves assaulting his senses made him remember the feeling of the electrical current beneath Vox’s skin that he sometimes felt when the media demon became excited or touched him… The magnetic feeling of his long tongue as it explored his mouth… The scent of his aura of lightning and ozone that lingered on Alastor’s clothes and furniture… The way Vox reacted when Alastor…

Alastor had opened his eyes and let out a small growl when he saw Vox staring at him with a puzzled expression. He thought to himself, ‘No. Absolutely not. Stop this foolishness... I’m being ridiculous; there's no way anything could ever happen ever again. These thoughts of desire and sex and love, well… This awful rut is causing brain rot, surely. All of this was in the past… I hate him, remember? He chose Valentino over me. He chose that wretched, horny, abusive moth over me… He broke my heart... I never should have let myself love him. Let it go. Stop…’

Alastor’s thoughts came to a crashing stop. His mouth became extremely dry, and blood drained from his face. Vox was still staring at him, but his expression was soft and concerned. The forceful waves of angry electricity had disappeared, and now it seemed he was tuning into Alastor’s static broadcast. How he looked at Alastor made it seem like Vox could hear his inner thoughts.

A wave of panic passed over the radio demon, and he thought frantically, ‘Fuck, was that it? Did he need eye contact like he did with his hypnosis? Wait, No, no, no, no, no! Don't you fucking look at me like that! I hate you! I always hated you! Shit, no, I didn't mean that... I love you… FUCK. Just stop thinking, idiot!! For the love of Satan, LOOK AWAY FROM HIM!’

Vox leaned forward slightly and touched his shoulder gently. His eyes searched the radio demon’s face and rested on his lips. He said in an uncharacteristically soft voice, “Al…?”

The feeling of his hand on Alastor’s shoulder sent a surge of hot desire through his body, and he slapped the offending hand away with more force than he had expected. His antlers grew rapidly, and his eyes were flooded with black possession. His fur was rapidly becoming heavier with damp sweat, and he could feel the nauseating feeling of blood rushing towards the hardening length between his legs. Vox’s smooth voice echoed through his brain, magnifying the desire riddling his body. The sound of his name on the media demon’s lips… was too much.

Alastor couldn’t handle it anymore; his feral desires, fuelled by the rutting season, were about to take over. If anyone else found out about the terrible weakness and vulnerability his rut brought him, it would be devastating. His body was shaking and morphing unevenly into his larger, demonic form. Parts of his body grew while others stayed the same, radiating sharp waves of screeching static.

He had to escape and didn’t care what the other Overlords thought of him then. He didn't care that the Overlords were all looking at him. He quickly reached into his coat pocket with an oversized claw and pulled out a small notebook containing his brainstorming ideas for the meeting. He hauled the notebook towards the table and called out in a strangled, distorted voice, “So sorry! I’m feeling quite ill from my altercation with Adam. You’ll find all of my ideas in this notebook. Forgive me! I’m signing off…”

His body dissolved into a black puddle beneath the chair, morphing with his shadow. The black shadow quickly charged towards the exit. Right before he could leave the room, he heard the distorted sound of Vox’s voice calling out, “No, wait! Al!”

The shadow containing Alastor’s dissolved body zoomed down the elevator and out of the building. It was gliding through the streets with dizzying speed. Using his shadow as transportation was causing him to become incredibly nauseous and delirious, and he remembered why he had walked to Carmilla's place in the first place. The specter took him to a nearly deserted part of town, and Alastor materialized in front of a brick wall at the end of a dark alleyway. He toppled sideways and had to lean on the wall to support himself. The radio demon hadn’t been to this safehouse in decades, and honestly, he forgot it existed. He had safehouses all around the Pride ring. It was too dangerous to put your faith in a single house. The results would be tragic if enemies found the location and there was nowhere else to run.

His body felt like it was on fire, and his mind could not get the images and memories of Vox out of his head. The world felt like it was spinning, and his vision became a blurred mess. His body was desperate and demanding some sort of release, but Alastor stubbornly refused despite the overwhelming desire that invaded his head. His body was shaking, and his clothes were damp with sweat. He ripped off his tie and pulled at his collar, trying to lessen the brutal heat that consumed him. It was all too much; he needed to get inside the safehouse. He needed to isolate himself in a safe place that was only a few steps in front of him.

With a weak flick of his wrist, a large red door appeared on the brick wall a few feet before him. He summoned all the strength he could muster and stepped forward. His leg gave out under him, and the horrifying roar of a thousand tortured souls mixed with the screeching static filled the air as his bone cracked. His body was feverish and weak. Dread filled his mind as he realized he could not move his body from the ground.

He thought weakly, ‘Fuck… I can’t go out like this… No… I refuse…’

A burst of dark energy pulsed from his body in a last-minute surge of desperation to try to move, and his vision faded to black. He thought he could hear the faint sound of heels on the pavement rushing towards him, but before he could process any more thoughts, he succumbed to the dark, leaving him a crumpled, unconscious mess on the ground.

Chapter 2: ASMR- A what now?

Summary:

Angst, spice, and a bit of nice.

The sound of gentle rain filled the air and was accented by the chirps of crickets and the buzz of the many species of bugs that lived in the Louisiana Bayou. The sounds were relaxing and pleasant, filling the air and surrounding Alastor like a warm blanket. The feeling was nostalgic, and he couldn't help but think of his childhood home. Undoubtedly, the Bayou was beautiful and gave off a serene atmosphere, but dark secrets hid beneath the surface.

During his life on Earth, Alastor had utilized the Bayou's unique attributes to his advantage. He had a special hut deep in the swamp where he would take his victims, dead or alive. The sounds of the environment always cloaked the sounds of his activities and his victim's screams, to Alastor's delight. He had a unique moral code and chose only to kill those who met his criteria. Even so, he had killed so many people that he honestly could not remember them all in clarity, only that they were worthy of death. He often dismembered bodies, ate organs, and even saved ‘souvenirs’ of his more memorable victims to help Alastor remember the victims and their heinous crimes. Once he finished with the body, he would drag them to the water’s edge and perch himself high in the safety of a tree. It was incredibly entertaining watching alligators as they found their generous dinner offering. They looked so cute when they ripped into human fle-!

The loud, jarring noise of hip-hop and vulgar singing filled the air and jerked Alastor into a state of consciousness. He sat up straight in bed with wide, fearful eyes, and a wendigo's loud, eerie wails escaped his lips. His hands flew upwards to protect his flattened, sensitive ears from the hideous sounds of singing.

The song blasted on full volume, ‘I wanna li- li- li- lick you from your head to your toes, and I wanna move from the bed down to down to the floor. I wanna, ah~ ah~ make it so good I don’t wanna leave, but I-‘

Alastor looked to his left where the sounds were coming from. Vox's screen face was bright in the darkness, and a profile picture of Valentino’s smiling face and the words ‘Incoming Call!’ were displayed. The song's lyrics were starting to get more provocative and were now mixing with Vox’s frantic, hushed cursing, “Fuck! Shit! I thought I fucking… Christ on a stick… ‘Do not disturb mode’ ON… Fuckin’ piece of shit! ‘DECLINE CALL!’”

Finally, the blaring, gaudy music ended, and Alastor heard Vox let out a sigh of relief. Vox pulled out his phone, and his fingers quickly tapped out a response. A small symbol 'Do Not Disturb' symbol appeared on Vox's screen, and he murmured, “Fuckin’ Val… Fuck off…”

The sounds of the Louisiana Swamp began to sound from his speakers, and Alastor could see Vox settle back into his chair. In the room's darkness, the dim screen displayed a quaint house on the edge of a swamp. There were words in the top left corner of the screen that read, ‘Vox-Tube - Louisiana Swamp ASMR: crickets, rain, swamp, outside, a toad, crawfish boil (???), other soothing Louisiana things- Created by user: SharkBoiRulz69 - 1 view - 0 likes’

Alastor let out an irritated sigh and said, “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that nonsensical, garish garbage disguised as music, but… What is 'A-S-M-R?' It sounds… bad.”

The screen's brightness dialed up, and the video clip disappeared, revealing Vox's face. He looked startled and said nervously, “Oh, shit... Hey! Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. I thought I turned off my notifications. Um, how... How are you feeling? Are you doing okay?”

Alastor continued to stare expectantly at Vox, so he quickly said, “Oh, uh, right… ASMR stands for Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response.”

Alastor’s antlers grew slightly as his irritation grew, and crackling static surrounded his body. Vox smiled akwardly, swiped his hand across his face, and the screen changed to a website, pulling up a definition of ASMR. The screen read, ‘ASMR is paresthesia and may overlap with frisson. It is a subjective experience of “low-grade euphoria" characterized by a mixture of positive feelings and a distinct static-like tingling sensation in the skin… It…’

Alastor's patience was running thin, and he growled menacingly, "Okay, listen, you wretched, filled Urn of Disappointment, I don't need a science lesson or… whatever subject this falls under. I just wanted to know in simple termswhat ASMR was and what it had to do with that little video you had up… So, why don't you try again with words that I can actually understand? Hurry now, please, and thank you. I am quickly losing patience.”

The media Overlord gritted his teeth at the insult. Still, cleared his throat and said professionally, “Right… Well, ASMR is typically soothing or satisfying to listen to. It can be anything… There’s a market suited for every taste nowadays. Rocks clunking against each other, the sound of the ocean, a sexy voice record telling you to… Ahem… Basically, I thought ASMR might help you relax a bit as you recover. I thought maybe the sounds of Louisiana might be soothing.”

Alastor ignored the suspiciously sultry tone Vox’s voice had morphed into for a moment, and, instead, he smirked and asked in a teasing tone, “Ah, I see now… Did you make that video? It said the creator was ‘SharkBoiRulz69’. That does sound like a ridiculous, childish nickname you would pick for yourself. Did you make that little picture show for me with all of those clever words and sounds? Tell me, darling. I'm eager to know…”

Vox’s screen filled with white noise, and he let out a muffled, nervous laugh. He said something, but Alastor couldn't hear it beneath the thick static. Alastor snickered and teased, “Oh, Voxxy, dear! I can't hear your pitchy voice over your ridiculous blushing!"

Vox’s angry face appeared on his screen, and he said, “Hey, asshole! My voice isn’t pitchy! You once said it was made for radio!”

The words caused his screen to start to pixelate again, and it was to Alastor's dismay that his cheeks also flushed at the memory. Alastor snarled, grabbed the pillow from behind him, and slammed it straight into the media Overlord’s screen. He yelled, "I did, did I?! Well, that was before you sold out and left me for that stupid, vulgar moth! And stop that incessant BLUSHING! You’re pathetic!”

Alastor’s mouth ran dry when he heard the words spill from his lips. His eyes widened as he saw Vox’s face start to materialize again. Alastor couldn't bear to look at Vox after such an admission. In response to the growing heat creeping into his cheeks, he buried his face into the pillow he held and let the screams of a thousand tortured souls escape his lips. The lights flickered overhead, and a small glass vase holding dried flowers shattered on the nightstand beside him. It took a few minutes for Alastor to calm down and suffocate the screams, but even then, he remained bent forward with his head in the pillow.

Wait. Pillow?

Alastor’s head tilted at a sharp angle and snapped to the left to face Vox. For some reason, his brain had only just registered that Vox, his pathetic rival, was sitting before him. Alastor growled with distortion, “How did we get in here, anyway? WhY ARe yOu HERE? I HATE YOU.”

Vox’s screen flickered rapidly through different channels as he tried to process his emotional turmoil. Some of the emotions flashing in his head were anger, bitterness, regret, longing, desire, hatred, and hope. He did not respond to Alastor’s question. Instead, the interrogation caused the channels to flip faster with louder static and sound.

The Radio Demon rubbed his temples and tried to decipher what was happening. The last thing he remembered was falling and breaking his leg outside his safe house. He had dropped to the ground and blacked out. He was sure that he hadn't made it inside. Despite all of this, here he was, resting in bed inside the sanctuary of his safe house.

Alastor looked around at his surroundings but purposely avoided looking directly at Vox, who didn’t even try to hide his piercing stare. He hadn't been in this safe house in years, but the gaudy wallpaper Vox had picked out so many years ago still decorated the walls. Alastor had told himself that he hadn't bothered to change it for something more tasteful because his schedule was always too busy, but truthfully, he kept it because it reminded him of the stupid Picture Box. It was back during a time when they both would come here and…

Alastor shook his head to eliminate thoughts and emotions threatening to cloud his judgment. His control over his body was hanging by a thread, and any more stress and pressure could cause him to lose himself and give in to the dreaded rut.

Alastor suddenly felt chilly, which was odd because Hell never felt this way. His eyes drifted to the right, where he felt the cold breeze of a near-silent air conditioner. He had never owned one, so seeing it in his space felt foreign.

He thought, ‘What's going on? Why is that stupid contraption here?’

Alastor shivered and reached down to pull the blanket towards his chest. The blood drained from his face with horror as he looked at his naked, fluffy chest. A long, golden, freshly healed scar peeked out beneath the fur and stretched diagonally across his torso. He thought frantically, ‘Oh no, why am I not wearing a shirt? No, no, no, no… please tell me I'm wearing…’

Sure enough, his bottom half was also free of any clothing, and he sported a semi-hard erection. The only times Alastor was ever in such a state of undress was in the bath. He was very conservative with dressing, so being in such a state outside of the bathroom was alarming to him. Alastor's black demonic eyes looked up at the Media Overlord. Vox had recovered from his emotional turmoil and had been taking in the view of Alastor's naked body with barely restrained, ravenous hunger. However, now that Alastor was confronting him with a death glare, the Media Demon began to show signs of nervous distress again.

Alastor could feel his rage growing, but he did his best to remain calm. He had so many questions and needed the answers now. Alastor spoke slowly with thinly-veiled hostility, “Vox. You will answer my questions right this minute. I promise I will not hesitate to destroy you. How did I get in here, and why are YOU here? Why is that wretched icebox in my window?? Why am I buck naked, and most importantly, did you do anything suspicious or cRudE TO mE whILe I WaS UnConSIOuS?!”

His voice had been growing in volume and distortion as the questions kept piling on, but despite the violent threat, Vox seemed to have the opposite reaction that Alastor had intended to procure out of the demon. The Media Demon leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. He raised his eyebrows in amusement and smirked. Vox said defiantly, “Nope. I don't think so. I'm not doing anything for you with that attitude."

Alastor leaned forward and grabbed him by the front of his suit. The motion jerked Vox forward so he was mere inches from Alastor’s face. The Radio Demon bellowed in a warped static voice, “‘Nope?!’ What the FUCK do you mean, ‘nope’? I deserve to know everything, you vile fucking VERMIN."

Vox’s smirk turned into a shit-eating grin and purred, “You heard me- I said, ‘nope.’ I'm not telling you anything until I hear a proper ‘Thank you, Vox. You're my savior, Vox! Let’s kiss and make up, Vox!’ Heh, and listen to you swear like a sailor; it's so unlike you! You’ve developed quite a dirty mouth since you’ve been gone. That’s okay, Daddy likey dirty…"

The fabric of Vox’s suit began to rip and tear as Alastor’s claws tightened with rage. He tipped his head back and was about to let the haunting screams fly into Vox’s stupid, boxy face, but the sensation of cold hands cupping his cheeks stopped him. He heard the media Overlord let out an irritated sigh and say softly, "Hey, wait. I was just teasing… I'm sorry, I can't control myself around you. Al, please just relax. You need to rest. You're injured, you idiot. Look, I… I still hate your guts, but I got worried earlier when you were acting weird…”

Pink and red pixels speckled on Vox’s cheeks, and he said hastily, “I’m not going to lie, I… I’ve changed a lot since you’ve been gone, and that includes new abilities and shit. I was able to… Well, uh, I heard you thinking weird shit at the Overlord Meeting, so when you left in a panic, I kind of… freaked out. I followed you through the city by traveling through nearby VoxTech devices. It was tough because your shadow was fast, but, honestly, the chase was pretty fun."

Alastor stared at Vox intensely and apprehensively and saw that the Media Demon looked oddly vulnerable and earnest. Vox flashed him a goofy grin, and Alastor felt a wave of emotions rush through his body and pulse toward his heart and groin. It took every ounce of control in his body not to give into his growing arousal and demand for Vox's affection. He remained deathly silent and avoided moving, but keeping a clear head was more challenging than anticipated.

Vox's words did cause him to worry, and his resolve rapidly as his mind flooded with worry. Alastor thought sourly, ‘I knew it. So he found a new parlor trick to add to his embarrassing act... Based on the evidence from the Overlord meeting, it seems he can only read minds if he maintains eye contact. How dare he listen in. What an insolent BRAT.’

Vox rolled his eyes as if he could hear those thoughts, and Alastor’s stomach lurched uneasily. He had forgotten his own words and had been looking at Vox while he processed his findings. Alastor said gruffly, "Continue. You used your perverted voyeur cameras to stalk and follow me. Then what?"

Vox continued in a slightly annoyed voice, “Right. Anyway… This part of town is practically deserted, so I lost track of you for a quick minute. But when I realized where I was, I guessed you must have come to this safe house. I haven’t been to this part of the Doomsday District in years, and I don’t have many security cameras here because of the quick turnover rate of buildings. I was grasping at straws, but just as I suspected- you were right in front of the hidden door, a crumpled-up, broken mess. I brought you inside with the intention of just placing you in bed and leaving, but it felt like you were running a fever and drenched in sweat... I couldn't just leave you alone like that. So I, uh… Well, I kind of had to take your clothes off. They were soaking wet, and you were clawing at them while you slept. You looked so uncomfortable, and you were harming yourself too much. It wasn't until after I disrobed you that I realized why you were acting weird all day… I remember you always used to hide away from the world each fall because of a 'rut.' I'm assuming that's what this is all about… I heard you think that word in the Overlord Meeting, but I could be wrong..."

Vox’s eyes drifted toward Alastor’s groin beneath the blanket, which still was semi-hard. Alastor quickly let go of Vox’s shirt and leaned back slightly. His black eyes watched Vox as he continued, “I made sure your shadow watched over you so I could get an air conditioner to help with your hot flashes and sweating. When I returned, I tried to help you get dressed in fresh clothes, but you kept clawing at me and hissing in your sleep.”

Vox pulled up his sleeves and displayed deep, bloody scratches etched into his cerulean skin. He smiled softly and said, “I quickly gave up on that idea for obvious reasons. Instead, I decided to try to make you as comfortable as possible. I sat here most of the time with different ASMR clips on for you to try to get you to calm down. Each time I tried to stop the sounds, you kept, uh… Moaning and calling out to me… humping the blankets with those stupid, adorable fucking ears twitching. You looked so pathetic… But no, I didn't touch you or anything pervy like that…"

He leaned forward towards Alastor so that their faces were nearly touching. He said in a smooth, sultry voice, “Honestly, you were making it really hard to behave... It's almost like you missed me, hmm? If I’m being frank, seeing you all hot and bothered like that made me so fucking hard. But don't worry… I was a really good boy. Heh… Well… I was mostly good. I didn't touch you, but it was too hard to resist touching myself…"

Alastor groaned with disgust and shoved Vox backward roughly, but Vox responded instinctively. The Media Demon gripped Alastor’s wrists, and as Vox fell back into the chair, he pulled Alastor into his lap. The blanket still covered Alastor’s lower half loosely, and the antlered demon could feel Vox’s firm erection beneath him, pressing into his legs. The intimate sensation caused a jolt of nauseating arousal to rush through Alastor’s body. Alastor’s ears flattened, and a deep blush rose to his cheeks.

Vox let out a satisfied smile and licked his lips suggestively. He said softly, “That’s it, Bambi… You know... I haven’t seen you in years, but seeing you in my arms like this makes it all seem worth it. You’re so fucking adorable…”

He traced the tip of one claw down the golden scar on Alastor’s chest and continued downwards to his stomach. Alastor closed his eyes tightly and swallowed hard, trying not to give in to the pleasant feelings Vox was providing. He said in a strangled, distorted voice, “V-vox… I…”

Vox chuckled softly and pulled Alastor towards him so their bodies were pressed together firmly. Alastor could feel waves of excitement radiating from Vox’s chest into his back, and he was starting to find it hard to resist the pleasant feelings. Vox’s claw had made it to his groin, and Alastor realized that he was now completely hard beneath the blanket. Vox's ministrations morphed from only being touched with the claw tip into a gentle massaging motion, and the urgent need of his rut was beginning to cloud his mind. His eyes rolled back as Vox tenderly caressed him through the blanket and kissed his forehead softly.

Vox smirked and whispered against Alastor’s skin, “Aren’t you precious~… Fuck... You’re already so hard for me, and I’ve barely done anything at all… You're so naughty…”

Vox dipped his head down and dragged the tip of his long, cyan tongue from Alastor’s collarbone to his ear. Warm electric sparks were left in its wake, tingling the antlered demon’s skin. Alastor made a soft groan and tilted his head to the side, exposing more of his neck. Vox chuckled and planted soft kisses along the wet trails of spit up his neck.

Vox smirked and praised softly, “Good boy… Such a sweet little doe…”

With his free hand, Vox gently tilted the Radio Demon’s head towards him so that his tongue could trace Alastor's lips, which were pressed together in a tight smile. Alastor whimpered softly and blushed a deeper shade of red at the feeling. He opened his mouth to protest, but Vox nimbly slipped his long, electrically charged tongue inside.

Alastor’s eyes widened with shock, and he let out a muffled gasp. He was going to retaliate, but the more he felt Vox’s tongue expertly explore his mouth and caress his tongue, the more pleasure he felt from the sensations. His eyes became half-lidded, and he attempted to mimic some of Vox's tongue movements. He was inexperienced and unconfident, but Vox seemed to appreciate his efforts because the demon's kisses became more urgent and intense.

Vox moaned passionately, and dipped his hand below the blanket. He fully wrapped his fingers around Alastor’s throbbing length, and Alastor groaned at the delicious ministrations. Vox began to stroke sensually, and his hips began to buck upwards. He breathed desperately into Alastor’s ear, “Alastor… You drive me crazy… Fuck, Al~ you’re so pretty… Let me take care of you… I’ll make you feel so good, Bambi… I know you want it. You need me. Please just admit it…”

Alastor could feel feelings of arousal pulse through his veins, and his head was starting to going to with long-buried emotions and feelings towards the Media Demon. His hips were thrusting up into Vox's hand as he stroked, and he let out a needy whine as Vox bit his shoulder gently.

Vox chuckled and whispered breathlessly, "Ah, so you like pain? I can work with that... Heh, I knew that deep down you were a dirty little slut. I'll fuck you nice and hard. How does that sound, sweetheart?"

The rut was taking over, and Alastor began to pant and shamelessly rock his hips towards Vox's hand. Alastor's claws dug into Vox's clothes, piercing the demon's skin and eliciting an erotic moan from the Media Demon. Vox begged earnestly, "Fuck~... Al... You have to give me an answer... Are we doing this or not? I need you so badly. I won't last much longer if you keep this up..."

His lips remained tightly closed, but could hear his brain begging desperately, 'Yes, please, Vox... I need you... Please touch me more. More... I'm yours... I love-... NO! STOP!'

With a fierce burst of adrenaline, he forced himself out of Vox’s embrace and threw himself back on the bed. He curled up on his side and tightly wrapped himself in his blankets. He was on the brink of tears, and his body felt like it was on fire after being denied the ministrations it craved. He choked out in a voice heavily distorted with radio effects, “NO. STOP. I DON’T WANT THIS.”

Vox's screen glitched, and he said with irritated exasperation, "Are you fucking kidding me right now?! You want this, and you know it! You’re just a stubborn old fuck and are too deluded to accept the undeniable truth- You love me, Alastor! Yeah! LOVE. I fucking heard you think it loud and clear during the meeting, so don’t you dare fucking tell me otherwise! Don't you dare lie to me; I know exactly how you feel about me! So cut the fucking act!”

Alastor did not respond and, beneath the blankets, was rocking gently and whimpering. Vox ran his hands over his face, taking a deep breath to try and calm himself. He leaned towards Alastor, still curled up like a pillbug, and admitted, “Alastor… I… You aren’t alone, alright? I kind of hate to admit it, too, but… I still lov-“

Alastor unleashed a massive wave of ear-shattering screeching and static from beneath the blankets. His blanketed body became engulfed with green flames, and he bellowed with massive distortion, “Just GO AWAY! Leave me… I… I DON’T NEED YOU… I don’t need ANYONE! I… I hate you!”

Vox stood up quickly and kicked the bed frame angrily. He roared, “Seriously?! FUCK YOU! Tch… After everything I did for you, you're just gonna fuckin’ sulk and fuck with my feelings? You think it's fine to dismiss me without so much as an apology?! We both want this, and you know it... Ugh! Fuck you, you piece of shit!”

Vox bent downgrabbed a small paper bag resting on the floor beneath the chair he had been sitting in. He pulled out two objects and threw them at Alastor’s blanketed head forcefully, each accentuated by a word as he shouted, “FUCK. YOU.”

Alastor peeked out from beneath the blankets and saw a petite square box that had opened slightly, revealing a gold pocket watch and a small hand-crafted flower made of twisting wires and steel. The flames around his body disappeared, and he pulled the items towards him into the safety of the blanket. He held them in one hand, pressed against his chest. Alastor’s heart flipped in his chest, and tears welled in his eyes despite his miserable attempts to keep control of his emotions and body.

Vox started to walk away, but he stopped dead in his tracks as he felt Alastor’s free hand quickly reach out from the cocoon of blankets and grab onto his tailcoat. Alastor whispered, “Wait… Vox… I…”

Vox felt a powerful wave of irritation and anger wash over him, but Alastor’s soft sobs were beginning to pull on his heartstrings. He forced himself to look away and growled bitterly, “I don’t even know why I saved you and brought you inside. I should have just let you suffer on your own. You're just an ungrateful piece of shit…”

He stared at the blanket expectantly, but Alastor remained quiet. Vox rubbed the back of his neck and lamented, “I’ll admit that we both made mistakes and said hurtful things… We were both in the wrong for fighting over something as stupid as… But, that doesn’t give you any right to just disappear, you fucking coward! You were gone for seven years, Al!! You left without a word to me after our fight. I needed closure and forgiveness, but most importantly, I needed you. I looked for you everywhere, but it was as if you had never existed. You have no idea how badly you hurt me! Where the fuck were you, asshole?! I deserve to know!”

Alastor’s body shook as he cried quietly beneath the blanket. He murmured weakly, “I… I can’t say why… I didn’t want to leave…”

Vox felt a lump in his throat, and he blinked away tears as he groaned, “Tch, right. You can’t tell me? No… You won’t tell me. There’s a big difference. You’re such a manipulative asshole- you were then, and you are now! You just love being a big fucking mystery pretending that you’re better than everyone else, you fucking attention whore…”

Vox’s voice was starting to distort with static, and it sounded as if his voice was broadcasting through a broken speaker. He choked out, “I thought what we had… I thought we… You led me on for all those years and knew exactly how I felt about you. I… I loved you… I still do… Tch, but you know what? It doesn’t even matter anymore- clearly, it was a mistake coming here.”

Alastor didn’t respond immediately, but he gripped Vox’s tailcoat tighter. His voice was thick with tears as he pleaded softly from beneath the blanket, “Vox, please… I... I didn't lead you on... I felt… I’m sorry… Please stay…”

Alastor peeked his head out from the blankets to look up at Vox. His sweaty hair was matted to his forehead, and his lips quivered over his ever-present smile. Alastor could only briefly meet Vox’s gaze but averted his eyes shamefully when he saw that Vox was also teary-eyed. In a quiet, shaky voice, he said, “I thought I was done for… You didn’t have to come and save me, but you did after everything we’ve been through…”

Alastor took a deep breath and closed his eyes tightly. Tears dripped down his cheeks, and he pleaded weakly, “I’m sorry… Please stay with me… I do need you right now, no one else- just you. You’re right... I was feeling insecure… You’re really wonderful, you know… Well, sometimes at least… Thank you for everything, my silly Picture Box…”

Alastor couldn’t bring himself to say it, but he sent over a telepathic message with his radio waves, ‘Vox… I love you too.’

A rainbow error message plastered the front of Vox’s screen, and a soft buzzing sounded for a few minutes. He was struggling to control his breathing and calm down, but his face quickly reappeared on his screen when he heard Alastor’s soft snoring. The Radio Demon had succumbed to exhaustion, and today's tiring emotional and physical stress finally caught up to him.

Alastor’s hand no longer gripped Vox’s tailcoat but hung off the bed, still outstretched towards Vox. Vox felt a small wave of irritation wash over him, and he thought, 'Stupid fucking deer… You can’t just…’

He sighed and shook his head before pulling his chair flush against the bed. He laced his fingers between Alastor’s outstretched hand and leaned backward with a soft smile and a content sigh. A 12-hour jazz compilation played on his dimmed screen, and crackles of static sparked between the two demons as they slept peacefully.

Notes:

So, what did you think?? I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

I have a few really great ideas for this series, and I’m really excited for future chapters.

See you next week, thank you all!

Chapter 3: Dissolved Resolve

Summary:

Vox leaves Alastor's side to get him some clothes...

And ends up getting a bit distracted.

The morning had started like any other- the soft hum of his internal fans and quiet beeps as his screened face booted up for the day. His pixelated eyes blinked a few times, and he was immediately faced with a sharp pain radiating from his back due to his body’s contorted position. It took a moment to register that he had been sleeping in a stiff chair with his head cranked forward at an odd angle.

His thoughts were sticky and slow, ‘Fuck… I’m getting old… Why the fuck does everything hurt?’

Vox started to sit up and massage his sore neck, but his right arm was unresponsive and numb. He glanced down and his screen flashed to a blue error signal as he saw Alastor at the end. Alastor was holding Vox’s hand close to his face, sleeping and drooling over his fingers. Alastor’s ears were limp against the pillow, and his soft smile was present even in his deep sleep.

A small flicker of electricity sparked along his body and Alastor groaned in his sleep, ears flicking with annoyance. Alastor turned onto his back and fell into a deep sleep, lightly gripping Vox’s fingers still.

Vox’s face reappeared on his screen, flushed with pink and red pixels. Realizing what had happened yesterday hit him like a sack of bricks. He had attended the mandatory Overlord meeting, the first one he’d bothered to attend in a while, and he had been faced with the fact that he hadn't seen Alastor face-to-face in over 7 years.

And it just happened to be during Alastor’s rut.

Before he could stop himself, his eyes drifted towards Alastor’s groin, which was tented firmly beneath the blankets. Vox’s cheeks flushed an even darker shade of pink and red as heat rushed through his body towards his groin.

Vox couldn't help but stare as he thought hungrily, ‘He looks so fucking hot… I wonder if he’ll let me…’

Vox started sweating uncomfortably and gently pried his fingers out of Alastor’s grip. He stood up and began to pace around the room, trying to calm down. Honestly, yesterday gave him emotional whiplash, and his mind was reeling trying to go through the events up to this point... Seeing Alastor had originally sent him into a rage of anger and bitterness, but by the end of the day, they had both admitted that…

His eyes flickered back to the bed where he could see Alastor’s bare chest rising and falling gently. Vox’s heart was racing, and his body was surging with electricity. Seeing the deer demon’s bare skin and chest fluff reminded him of how very naked Alastor was under those sheets. Fuck, it was taking everything he had not to start jerking off right then and there.

He sighed with frustration, and his intense nerves were causing the ceiling lights above to flicker. He thought, ‘No, let’s get him clothes first. If he wants to deal with his rut later, we can… But he deserves some dignity for now.’

Vox swallowed hard and quietly began to dig through the closets and dressers searching for clothes. To his dismay, all the drawers were dusty and empty, occasionally housing a spider or two. Alastor said he hadn’t been to this safehouse in years, so it made sense that the dressers and cabinets weren’t adequately stocked with clothes or even food. Well, food could wait- clothes were a priority. He could always order take-out or delivery.

Vox had never been around for one of Alastor’s ruts, and he had only heard Alastor complain about it vaguely many years ago. Alastor disappeared every fall for some time, and while sometimes it would only be for a few days, other times would last nearly a full month.

Vox had no idea how long this particular event would take this time, but no matter if it was for a day or a month- he needed to get supplies if Alastor intended to stay here. There was no way Alastor would be able to do this by himself.

Vox quietly tugged his jacket back on and carefully set up a small camera on the desk facing the bed. Alastor’s shadow materialized next to Vox and looked at him curiously. It started cackling and Vox said in a hushed, defensive voice, “Knock it off… This is just so I can keep an eye on things and make sure he’s alright when I’m gone…”

He wondered why he felt the need to explain himself to anyone, least of all a shadow. But Shadow’s ghastly grin widened, almost as if in understanding, and morphed back into the floor, disappearing into the dark corner of the room.

Vox placed a finger on the corner of the camera and connected to the device with a sharp zap of electricity. In an instant, he was able to see through the camera's lens and could hear any feedback in the room. Alastor’s figure was surprisingly clear from the camera’s viewpoint.

Without so much as another glance back at Alastor, his form flashed with electricity and soared through the electric wires of the pride ring. He teleported up to his flat, at the top of the Vees tower, his form sparking as it materialized once again.

Vox dug through his drawers, tossing shirts and lounge pants on the bed back of him. He pulled out some boxers and his fingers trembled as he picked up a small pair of spandex briefs that said “Danger Zone”. His cheeks flushed again, imagining Alastor in some of his more risque outfits. Vox wiped away some of the drool dripping from his mouth and blindly grabbed some outfits from the sexier section before slamming the drawer shut.

Honestly, there was no reason to be in such a hurry, but he still found himself rushing with shaking hands as he shoved the clothes into a small suitcase. The more he looked at the clothes, the more he thought about how naked Alastor was and how lovely his cock felt beneath his fingers last night… He groaned in frustration as he felt himself getting harder once again.

Vox’s eyes snapped upward when he heard a faint sound coming from within his head. Within a second or two, his antennae began tuning in and searching for that sound through the electrical connections. A spark of electricity surged from his antennae, and one of the monitors above his bed flickered to the footage of Alastor’s room, specifically the bed.

Vox’s eyes were glued to the monitor, hardly believing his eyes. Alastor’s hips were gently thrusting upward as he moaned softly. His erection was evident now, and Vox’s eyes zoomed in on it with ravenous hunger. Vox could feel himself harden and despite his previous resolve, he began to palm the front of his pants, whining slightly at the delicious friction.

A hungry smile stretched across Vox's face as he thought, ‘Fuck, Al… you want me that badly, huh?’

Vox fumbled with the buckle of his pants, and a hand slipped below the waistband of his underwear as he began to stroke his erection in time with Alastor's hip thrusts. He moaned softly at the attention his cock was getting. Vox’s screen was flickering as he stroked himself, his breath hitching when his claws danced along the underside of his length and up toward the leaking tip.

Alastor’s ears were tilted back and drool was dripping down from the corner of his mouth. His forehead was damp with sweat and his lips were pulled thin over a tight-lipped, strained smile. Between thrusts, he kicked his hooves at the blanket covering him, likely feeling warm or disliking the friction of the fabric on him. Alastor’s last kick sent the blanket flying over the edge of the bed, giving Vox a full view of Alastor’s leaking erection.

Vox’s screen flickered to a blue error message for a moment, his body sparking with powerful surges of electricity. The distorted sound of Alastor’s voice softly moaning Vox’s name pulled Vox back into reality, and his hand began to pump his length faster.

Vox sat on the edge of his bed with his legs spread wide, pants pooling at his ankles. His free hand gripped the mattress, claws ripping at the fabric beneath him. His eyes were wide and manic as he pleaded desperately, “Oh, fuck yeah… You’re so fucking gorgeous like this… Beg for me, you dirty little slut… Come on, baby… Fuckkk~... Oh, Alastor…”

In the back of his mind, he knew that the right thing to do would be to quickly teleport back to the safe house and help Alastor through his rut… But he was so mesmerized by the sight before him, and he was simply frozen to the bed. It’s not as if he couldn’t help Alastor out in a minute or two… Vox’s hips thrust forward into his hand more forcefully as long-buried fantasies flooded his mind and made him delirious with desire.

Heat flushed through Vox’s body as he saw Alastor’s antlers nearly triple in size, scraping against the headboard and leaving deep groves in the wood. He heard static building through the video as Alastor’s hand drifted toward his erection. Alastor’s head jerked up, facing the camera with dark demonic eyes focusing on the small camera that Vox had planted.

Vox’s hand stopped and he felt like he was going to throw up. Vox always told others that he didn’t fear Alastor, but seeing the demon like this was still rather intimidating.

And really hot.

Alastor’s voice could be heard cursing under his breath as his hand slowly began to stroke himself, and Vox’s eyes widened with excitement. Drool dripped down the corner of Alastor’s mouth freely and his legs spread slightly, giving Vox a better view.

Vox swallowed hard and thought nervously, ‘I-is this really happening?’

Vox spit on his hand and resumed pleasuring himself with renewed tenacity and pleasure from the added lubrication. He groaned hungrily, “Oh, you like it when I watch you? I’m watching alright honey… That’s it, babe… Spread those legs… Fuckk… Let me see that pretty taint…”

Vox was getting lightheaded and… Fuck, he was so close already…

A large burst of static energy flooded his head as Alastor growled, “If you’re not down here in 3 minutes, I’m never allowing you near me again, you pathetic fool.”

White noise covered Vox’s screened face and he stammered, “Y-you got it, babe…”

The monitor turned off with a click, but Vox could still hear Alator panting and cursing from the connection within his head. He quickly shoved his firm cock back into his pants (with some difficulty) and scrambled to the suitcase on the bed.

He took one more deep breath, gripping the suitcase tightly, and whispered with a devilish smirk, “I’m coming, sweetheart… Don’t you worry.”

With a zap, his body dissolved into a burst of electricity and flew towards the TV, zooming back across the city towards his thirsty deer.

Notes:

I'm so sorry it has been such a long while since I have added to either of these fics!! I'm working on the next chapter of DoD right now.

I've just been so consumed by drawing digital art and my Etsy business that I simply haven't had time to write. I'm trying to balance my life a bit better come the new year though.

Sorry if the chapter was a bit rough, like I said, it's been a while since I've written seriously. That's probably why its a bit shorter than other entries too... sorry. I just wanted to get back into it without intimidating myself.

Merry Belated-Christmas. I hope you enjoy this. <3

See you next time, hopefully soon.

Chapter 4: Spicy and Sweet

Summary:

Vox returns and offers Alastor some assistance. :)

Vox teleported back into the safehouse living room through a small light. He had tried to access the small planted camera, but Alastor must have destroyed it or turned it off because the attempt failed.

He took this moment to tug off his hat and roll up his sleeves, wanting to look as attractive as possible to the thirsty deer. Well, hopefully, he looked attractive to Alastor. To be honest, Alastor had never shown any sign of attraction towards anyone… But hearing Alastor all but threaten Vox to return to the safehouse was enough to fuel his confidence for now.

He took a deep breath, heading into the bedroom, and his breath hitched.

Alastor was lying on the bed naked, with antlers branching out beautifully from the top of his skull. His eyes were black voids, and black drool freely flowed from the corner of his mouth. He groaned as he thrusted his hips toward a pillow that he held over his groin.

Vox’s antennae crackled with a spark of electricity, and his stomach flipped as Alastor’s head snapped in his direction. Alastor hissed, “Are you enjoying the show, you ridiculous voyeur? What took you so long?”

Vox smiled and said smugly, “Mhmm, and so what if I am? I got a little… distracted, that’s all. I also grabbed some clothes for you.”

Alastor’s eyes drifted as Vox gestured to the small suitcase in his hand. He growled, “I could tell you were watching me struggle through this insufferable condition. I don’t appreciate you keeping me waiting. You offered to help, so let's just get this over with.”

Vox set the suitcase down and walked to the side of the bed. A rush of heat surged through his body, now that he had a closer look at Alastor’s demonic form. Fuck, he looks so sexy like this.

Vox pulled the chair close to the bed and sat down. He slowly began to pull off his bowtie and teased, “Aw, don’t be like that, Bambi. You ever heard of foreplay? I need to get in the mood first. You’re going to have to work for it.”

In truth, Vox could probably get off just by looking at the state Alastor was in right now. Fuck, even just thinking about the man has fueled countless fantasies during late-night jerk-off sessions.

He leaned forward and gently dragged the tip of his claw down Alastor’s arm. He purred, “So, what do you need me to do? Do you want me to jerk you off? Or maybe you could use a nice, rough fuck right about now… I’ll be a top or bottom for you. Whatever you need, baby…”

Despite the vulgarity, Alastor could feel his length throb under the pillow as it’s shielded from view. He groaned with irritation, “I don’t know, Vox. I’ve never had someone… assist with this before. I usually just suffer through it myself.”

Vox swallowed hard, ‘Fuck… is he…?’

He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between Alastor’s legs, and leaned toward Alastor so their bodies were nearly touching, only separated by the pillow over Alastor’s groin. The desire rushing through his body was making his screen glitch slightly.

Vox purred, “Are you telling me that the great Radio Demon is a virgin? You’ve never fucked before, have you? You’re so fucking adorable… I’d be honored, Bambi… I’ll be your first and pop that sweet little cherry of yours. Just tell me what you need…”

Alastor’s eyes narrowed at Vox’s vulgarity, and he growled, “Fuck you, Vox. No, I’ve never… done that before. Stop fooling around. This is humiliating.”

Fuckkk~... I’m sure he’s so fucking tight…

It took nearly all of Vox’s willpower not to just unzip his pants and start fucking the demon right then and there. He gently tugged the pillow away, biting back a moan as he took in the sight of Alastor’s erection.

Vox paused a moment to compose himself and whispered against Alastor’s lips, “Humiliating? No, no… More like fucking arousing… Come on, Al… I want to hear you beg for it… Beg for me to fuck you nice and hard.”

The tip of Vox’s claw lightly dragged down the underside of Alastor’s shaft, tracing his balls and dipping below to press against his taint. Vox sent a sharp zap of electricity through his finger and chuckled as Alastor let out an erotic moan of pleasure.

Vox panted, “You’re so adorable, sweetheart… You like pain, huh? I can work with that…”

Alastor quickly leaned forward and snapped his sharp teeth at Vox’s screen, but luckily Vox pulled away just in time with an amused look. Alastor spit venomously, “I’m so very close to smashing that flat screen of yours.”

If anything, Alastor’s irritation was making Vox even more aroused. He teased, “It’s fine. I like it rough… But no worries, I’ll give it to you, babe. I’ll make you feel so fucking good.”

Vox cupped Alastor’s cheek and leaned down to kiss him. His tongue reached out and trailed along the seam of Alastor’s lips, which remained sealed tight. A sharp zap of electricity caused Alastor to lightly gasp in pain.

Alastor’s small misstep allowed Vox’s tongue to slip into his mouth, needily exploring every inch. His claws of one hand ran up the back of Alastor’s neck and gripped a handful of the demon’s hair, holding him firmly during the passionate kiss. His other hand cradled Alastor’s face, almost tenderly.

Vox had visited this moment so often in his fantasies… even when fucking other demons. His pants felt painfully tight, and he ground his hips forward against Alastor’s body, desperate for any kind of friction.

Alastor was hesitant at first, but was quickly blinded by the urgent need of his rut. He allowed Vox to kiss him and even attempted to kiss back. Vox didn’t seem to mind how inexperienced Alastor is, and he let out an erotic moan, suffocated by Alastor’s lips. When Alastor began to buck his hips slightly, Vox nearly whined.

He’s an overlord, but here he was fucking whining like a needy whore.

Vox panted against Alastor’s lips, “Fuck, Bambi… I want to fuck you so badly… Please let me… I know you need this too… Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

Alastor’s ears flattened against his head, and his cheeks flushed a deep shade. Vox’s desperate waves were intoxicating, and his eyes fluttered shut as he thrust his hips upward against Vox's body.

Alastor was becoming overwhelmed with need. He hesitated for a few moments, but finally whisperd, “I… Yes, please…”

Vox grinned and drool dripped down from the corner of his mouth. His long tongue dragged up the length of Alastor’s neck and up to his mouth. He purred against Alastor’s lips, “You sound so fucking sexy when you beg. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this…”

Alastor’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he said flatly, “Oh, I’m sure you have. Please… just hurry up and… I won’t say it again.”

That was probably the most he’ll get out of the demon for now. Vox chuckled, “Well, since you asked so nicely, babe.”

Vox’s hand traced Alastor’s V-line, purposely avoiding the demon's intimate areas. Alastor let out a needy groan and thrust towards Vox’s teasing fingers. Vox couldn’t help but smirk and said, “You need me that badly, huh?”

The fans in Vox’s screened face began to whir as he overheated. He hastily undid his zipper and moaned as he freed his length, happy to be out of the suffocatingly tight pants. He rested his cock against Alastor’s and gave a few sensual strokes to both of them with a single hand.

A sharp burst of radio static sounded in the air, and Alastor’s back arched deeply, overwhelmed with pleasure. His antlers rapidly branched from his head and dug into the headboard. Vox stroked a bit faster, and his screen glitched when he felt Alastor grow beneath his touch. Alastor’s demonic form has always driven Vox crazy in the best possible ways.

He tipped his head back and closed his eyes as he enjoyed the sensation of fucking their cocks with his hand. Fuck... Alastor was so big... He's always dreamed about Alastor being well-endowed, and here he was, almost as big as Vox.

Honestly, he couldn't help but imagine what it'd feel like to have Alastor fill him up with that beautiful dick. But today was about Alastor... surely, he'd have another chance. Hopefully, many other chances...

Vox stopped stroking and pulled away to spit on his hand to lube up his length. The wet ministrations were making him dizzy with desire. Alastor was a beautiful, desperate mess beneath him, face flushed and adorable ears flattened against his head.

Vox’s screen flickered through a few channels when he saw a drip of precum drip from the tip of Alastor’s erection. He dipped one of his claws down to catch the small drip and lapped it up with his long tongue.

The taste was phenomenal... indescribable, really, and something he’d always dreamed of tasting. He moaned, “Fuck, Al… You’re stunning.”

Fuck, if he kept teasing Alastor like this, he wasn't going to last long. Determined not to be a one-pump-chump, he took a deep breath to calm himself before rubbing his tip against Alastor’s intimate place. He could see the soft, puckered skin clench and twitch under the sensual rubbing.

Vox breathed, “Alright, babe… You gotta unclench for me, just relax… I’m going to make you feel so fucking good~...”

His cock wass throbbing with need, and the glowing tip and electrical circuitry just beneath the skin pulsed with his quickening heartbeat. He steadied himself and slowly pushed into Alastor’s entrance, causing Alastor to bleat in surprise and pain. It had been such a long time since Vox had had the opportunity to sleep with someone as tight as this.

The pleasure was so intense that he was struggling not to blue-screen. Alastor’s claws dug into the mattress beneath him, tearing at the sheets as Vox pushed deeper and deeper into him. But despite the slight pain of the intruder, Alastor’s groans were laced with pleasure and need. The groans spurred Vox on, and he thrust the rest of the way in with a desperate grunt.

Alastor’s eyes watered and his voice was heavily layered with distortion as he hissed, “Vox, you said this would feel goo-…!”

Vox suffocated Alastor’s words with a sloppy kiss. His long tongue pulled Alastor’s forward, and he sucked on it while grinding his hips into Alastor. His antennae were sparking, and an electric heart burst between them as Alastor reached down and began to stroke himself tentatively.

Vox grinned and looked down, his heart beating faster, seeing just how perfect he looked buried inside the demon, while Alastor fucked his hand.

Vox accentuated his words with a few rough thrusts, enjoying the soft bleats and noises slipping from Alastor’s mouth. He groaned, “Oh, fuck yeah… How does it feel, Al? The big… bad… fuck... Radio Demon getting… ngh... fucked by me? Hmm~? You like that?"

Alastor’s cheeks were flushed red with desire, and his fingers were now slick as he stroked more confidently. He was too overwhelmed with pleasure to say much more than whispering Vox’s name or the occasional deer squeak.

Those sounds were as beautiful as music and rang through Vox’s head. He positioned Alastor’s legs over his shoulders and thrust deeper into the demon. Alastor's strokes were getting more confident, and Vox's screen flickered to rainbow bars as Alastor tried to suffocate the adorable sounds with his free hand.

Vox pulled away the hand from Alastor's mouth and pinned it to the bed with one hand. He growled, "Don't you dare try to stop those adorable sounds... I want to hear everything... Good boy… keep touching yourself, sweetheart…”

Vox drove right into Alastor’s prostate, causing the demon’s antlers to dig into the headboard. The headboard creaked from the pressure and cracked down the middle. Vox was blinded by lust and leaned forward, dragging his tongue across Alastor’s chest and neck. The salty sweat tasted so delicious.

Alastor pulled his head away and sank his teeth into Vox’s shoulder, piercing his skin and causing him to bleed. Vox’s screen began to glitch and flicker through channels. Alastor felt so fucking good… so tight… and the pain from the bite… It was overwhelming him, and the way Alastor bucked his hips right back into Vox was delicious.

Vox’s body sparked with electricity as he tried to maintain control. Alastor’s hand pumped faster, and he made a strangled gasp as he was shocked with electricity. His back contorted into a deep arch, and he groaned, his release spilling through his fingers and splashing onto Vox’s chest.

Feeling Alastor’s cum on his chest was enough to set him over the edge. He gripped Alastor’s hip tightly and thrust forward, grunting as he spilled deep inside the deer. Electricity sparked along his body, and Alastor cried out in pleasured pain.

The overhead light flickered, then popped, glass shattering to the floor. Vox collapsed against Alastor, still sparking with static. He felt a powerful wave of emotion and tilted Alastor’s face toward him, kissing the radio demon tenderly. He felt so connected and on the same wavelength as Alastor, still buried inside him, with release dripping down their legs.

Alastor’s hair was matted down with sweat, and his ears were tilted back, but he kissed Vox back, hesitantly rubbing Vox’s back. Their electric and radio waves are synchronized, and the calm intimacy between them was an indescribable experience.

Vox pulled away just enough to speak and asked, “Well, babe… What’d you think? Did you like it?”

Vox could already tell from Alastor’s reactions that he did, but the verbal assurance would defi-

Alastor averted his eyes and said flatly, “It was… acceptable.”

Vox blinked in disbelief and gestured to the broken headboard, exclaiming angrily, ”Acceptable? Alastor, you broke the damn bed… and ripped the sheets. And, oh-... Shit… you’re hard again?”

Sure enough, Alastor’s erection was already firming up again and twitching, and Vox, despite his exhaustion, stared at it hungrily.

Alastor groaned and hissed, “Get off me, you perverted idiot. I need a minute to breathe. The refractory period for this ridiculous condition is far too short.”

Vox reluctantly pulled away and reached for some tissues so they could clean themselves up. Alastor was no longer in his demon form but was still utterly attractive as a sweaty, leaking mess.

Vox sat on the edge of the bed, trying to catch his breath. He’d never felt so connected to someone during sex before. It felt… phenomenal.

He glanced over at Alastor and asked quietly, “Al… I know you’re going through your rut and all, but… would you… Would you still do this with me moving forward? I mean… We kind of crossed a line together… I need to know what this is between us.”

Yesterday, Alastor had said that he loved Vox. Well, thought it at least... Today, they had sex, but what about tomorrow? The fear of rejection is slowly flooding him as he worries about Alastor’s answer. He’d already been rejected in the past, and he’s not sure if he can handle another one.

Alastor huffed and tugged the blankets over his lap to make himself look a bit more decent. He rubbed his temples and groaned, “Vox, why must you ask so many questions? You offered to help me with my situation, and I accepted. Why is that so difficult to understand?”

Unfortunately, Alastor’s response was just what Vox had expected, and not in the fluffy and romantic way he had hoped. Vox spat, “Alastor, you’re a piece of shit, you know that!? You… You can’t fuckin’ play with my feelings like this. You said you loved me yesterday. Or, at least you admitted it. You can’t pretend that didn’t happen!”

Despite his very dominating demeanor in bed, Vox could feel pixellated tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. He didn't even care about how pathetic he sounded as he exclaimed, “I loved you… I still do, you idiot. I want to be with you and do this together… or even just be with you as a partner. We don't need to do the sex stuff even though that's a great bonus... I just need to be with you. I… I missed you, Al. I need you.”

Vox was pleading like a child, but Alastor’s absence hurt him more than he could explain in words. He searched every corner of Hell for the damn deer, but it was as if Alastor disappeared into midair without a trace. Those seven years were torturous and seemed to last all of eternity. There wasn't a day that he didn't think of Alastor.

Alastor’s ears flattened, and he was quiet for a minute or two, lost in thought. The air filled with tense static, and Vox was doing his best to keep himself from crying.

Finally, Alastor glanced up and said, “Vox… This thing between us has always been complicated, and it is even more so now…”

Vox turned his head away, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists. Despite his attempts at control, the tears were now flowing, and he didn’t want to be humiliated anymore by Alastor teasing him.

Rather than making fun of him, Alastor sighed and placed a cautious hand on Vox’s shoulder. He continued, “I… I appreciate that you’re here with me. It might take a while for me to be comfortable but… I need you too.”

Small sparks of electricity in the shape of a heart burst from his antennae, and he turns back towards Alastor. He practically threw himself at the demon, holding him tightly and nearly sobbing, “Alastor, I need you too. I promise I’ll be patient with you… I love you...”

Alastor furrowed his eyebrows as Vox squeezed as tight as a vice. He gently patted Vox’s back and said, “Yes, yes… That’s enough now… If you keep touching me like this, my ridiculous condition is going to flare up again.”

Vox rubbed his eyes and pulled away slightly. He cupped Alastor’s cheek and kissed him tenderly. All those years of feeling alone, betrayed, and heartbroken… They seem worth it now to be here with Alastor.

When finally returned to sitting position, he smirked and offered a playful wink. He teased, “That’s fine with me, babe. I can help you as much as you need.”

“Oh, fuck you, Vox.”

“Don’t mind if I do, Bambi.”

Notes:

So sorry for the delay... I thought I'd be able to finish this chapter before Valentine's day, but my ADHD has been AWFUL. Also, it was very difficult to write such a sexy chapter and stay on task.

Chapter 5: 'Chimken' Pot Pie

Summary:

Domestic VoxAl turns into lovely smut.
Also, CratoSexual Alastor?
BDSM bondage?
Alachest/Chestussy?

 

The series is going to delve into some more kinks in the future, but I'll make sure to add the appropriate tags as I go.

After the S2 release- I decided that I wanted Alastor's scar to remain unhealed and kept together with stitches, despite earlier chapters where it was healed. I'm sorry if this threw anyone off, I really wanted to explore the idiots get into some nasty wound-licking/fucking at some point LOL

'Chimken' Pot Pie

It seemed that Alastor’s needs had been satiated for the time being, so the next priority was to make sure the man had some sort of food. The safehouse had been empty for years, and any of the few remaining staples in the pantry were heavily expired. The last thing Vox wanted was for Alastor to get sick during one of their little… escapades.

The Radio Demon had managed to fall asleep after their session, exhausted from the past few days since entering his rut. Vox did cringe a little when he realized that the demon naturally slept with his eyes wide open with that crazy smile plastered on his face… It was unsettling, but honestly still pretty hot.

Vox messaged Ethan to send one of his worst-performing employees to bring groceries and essentials, and when the poor sinner arrived in front of the hidden door, scared and confused, Vox took pleasure in slitting the demon’s throat.

There could be no witnesses to where this safehouse was, plus in the highly unlikely instance that Alastor didn’t approve of his cooking skills, at least Alastor could indulge in his cannibal-like tendencies if he so wished.

Vox dragged the body inside and shoved it into one of the closets in the hallway. He tried not to pay attention to the bones on the floor and the preserved organs on the shelves, but the smell did make his screen glitch as he gagged.

He rolled up his sleeves and pulled out all the ingredients from the bags, but his eyes narrowed as he saw what the employee had brought. They were all premade meals and frozen foods- white people’s food, really. Mashed potatoes, mac and cheese, ‘chimken’ pot pie…

In truth, Vox would have happily eaten these himself as he truly wasn’t the best cook… but he had wanted to show off to Alastor and offer a dish that the demon might find impressive.

Fuck this praise kink shit.

With a sigh, Vox practically threw the pot pie into the oven and poured himself a glass of bourbon. He was trying his absolute best not to focus on the deer in heat down the hall. Just thinking about Alastor, writhing beneath him and coming undone… It was impossible, and he could feel himself getting hot and bothered.

Curious, he tapped into the security feed of Alastor’s bedroom, using another hidden camera he had planted. After last night’s session, Alastor’s body had calmed down enough to the point where he could wear some semblance of clothes again. The sheets were pulled back, and Vox could see the waistband of his ‘Danger Zone’ boxers, which he stifled a chuckle at.

But the smile was wiped off his face when Alastor kicked down the sheets a bit and had a semi-hard erection. Vox’s screen flashed to an error signal and sparked before flickering to his normal face, dusted with a light blue blush.

Vox cursed under his breath and adjusted his pants uncomfortably. He flipped through his phone and watched some videos on VoxTube while the pot pie finished. The lovely smell from the oven filled the safehouse, and he pulled the meal out, plating a slice carefully. He made sure to incinerate the box it came with, just in case there were any questions of who actually made it.

Vox set up a small tray with the plate and a glass of, *gag*, deer blood that had been stored in the freezer. He carried it to the bedroom, shaking slightly, and rested it above Alastor’s lap.

He took a deep breath and gently shook the deer’s shoulders before he said, “Hey, Al. Wake up. I made you a little something.”

Alastor shot straight up in bed, and had Vox not pulled the tray out of the way, the meal would have flown into the air. The deer blood did manage to splatter on his new shirt, though.

Fuck, that stain is never coming out.

Alastor blinked out of his sleep-state and looked around, finally resting his eyes on Vox and the tray. He asked blandly, “What is that supposed to be?”

Vox let out a goofy grin and chuckled, “Breakfast! Well, a meal at least. I’m assuming you need your strength if you feel the need to…”

His eyes drifted towards Alastor’s tented boxers, and the demon growled, hands fluttering over it to shield the bulge from view.

Vox dipped the fork into the pot pie and pushed it towards Alastor’s tight-lipped mouth, continuing, “-if you feel the need to have a little fun again. Now open up, I worked hard on this.”

Alastor narrowed his eyes and said, “I highly doubt that, and for your information, I don’t think I’ll be needing any more of your assistan-!”

Vox shoved the fork into Alastor’s open mouth and groaned, “Jesus, do you ever shut the fuck up? Just enjoy it and stop. I know for a fact that you’re still going through this, so the sooner you eat, the sooner we can take care of that little issue of yours… You seemed to enjoy it yesterday.”

The Radio Demon begrudgingly chewed the food, not wanting to admit that it actually tasted rather good. He swallowed and snarled, “I didn’t enjoy it, and I don’t need you as I’ve said. Honestly, I’m not even sure why you’re still here.”

Vox stabbed the fork into the potpie and thrust another piece into Alastor’s mouth, saying, “I’m still here because you’re a stubborn asshole who won’t admit it when he needs help.”

His screen flushed slightly, and he admitted, “Plus, I kind of thought we were… well, our relatio-... this thing we have going… I figured that since we both admitted to caring about each other and all, then… You wouldn’t mind me being here.”

The reminder of their admissions yesterday caused heavy static to sound in the air around Alastor. How could he possibly have done something so stupid and vulnerable? While it may be true on some level, it was incredibly complicated and made his head swirl with those irritating emotions.

Alastor snatched the tray from Vox’s hands and growled, “You must be delusional and spouting off lies, as you’re quite good at that. Even if I did say anything, it was because I was delirious, and this stupid rut cluttered my thinking. So, why don’t you run along now and leave me be?”

Vox’s screen began to glitch with error messages, and electricity sparked from his body as rage filled him. One of his cables grabbed the tray, flinging it against the wall. He didn’t care that the blood and food splattered over the wall; nothing mattered right now except this arrogant fucking deer.

He caged Alastor in the bed, gripping the headboard on either side of the demon. He straddled Alastor’s lap, forcing him to remain in place as a few of his cables wrapped around the demon’s neck.

The cables tightened, and Vock spat with barely restrained fury, “Don’t you dare fucking gaslight me, you fucking prick. I’m not a fucking idiot. I’m doing this shit out of the kindness of my heart. Do you think I’d give anyone else the time of day, bringing them food like a fucking maid and tending to their rut? I’m doing this for you, and only you. You’re mine, and I’m yours. That’s that.”

Alastor hated to admit that Vox’s little display of power and rage was causing even more heat to his rush to his groin. He shifted uncomfortably beneath Vox’s lap and wheezed beneath the tightening cables, “Out of the kindness of your heart? Absolutely not, you idiot. You’re thinking with your prick as usual. All you care about is having your way with me, just like always.”

Vox gripped Alastor’s face tightly, leaning in close. His own heavy static was merging with Alastor’s feedback in the air, and he could see the slight flush appear on Alastor’s cheeks as their radio waves collided. Stunning.

He rolled his eyes and said, “Yeah… I’ve always wanted you, but this is different. You want me too, I can feel it. I can feel how hard you’re getting beneath me. You like it when I overpower you, hmm? Show you how strong I’ve become? Admit it, Alastor- do it for me.”

Vox ground his hips downward into the rapidly hardening bulge beneath him, and it took everything in his power to try not to moan. His own cock was straining against his pants, and it was getting hard to maintain this image of dominance. But if that’s what Alastor liked, then he had to keep this up… cratosexual much?

He lunged forward, pressing his face into Alastor’s, lips locking in a desperate kiss. His tongue forced its way into the demon’s mouth, zapping with electricity and causing Alastor to groan against his mouth. His cables moved from Alastor’s throat and, instead, wrapped around the demon’s wrists, keeping him tied to the bedboard.

One of Vox’s hands forced Alastor’s head to stay still, kept in the urgent kiss, while the sharp claws of the other hand dragged down Alastor’s neck. His fingers reached the angelic scar and began to pluck away at the green stitches keeping it sewn together.

Alastor hissed painfully, and Vox pulled away from the kiss, spit connecting the two demons. Alastor was still leaning forward with his eyes closed, confused as to why the kissing had stopped.

Vox had to stifle a chuckle as he panted against Alastor’s mouth, “What’s the matter, Al? You like it, hmm? You want more? I can give it to you, baby. All you gotta do is ask.”

Vox gave a more tender kiss as another claw plucked a stitch away, causing the wound to open slightly. Blood began to drip down the deer’s chest, and Vox could feel how the man was now fully erect beneath him.

With a swift strike of his hand, the sharp claws sliced through the remaining stitches, causing Alastor to shriek and writhe beneath him. The cables kept Alastor tied up to the bed as Vox dipped his head downwards, placing soft kisses and sharp nips down Alastor’s neck and chest before finally reaching the scar.

Alastor groaned weakly, “Don’t you fucking dare, Vox.”

Despite Alastor’s words, his face was flushed, and he was unconsciously bucking his hips up towards Vox. Vox carefully unbuttoned his own pants and released the zipper, allowing some pressure off his aching, clothed cock. He teased, “Don’t get all weak on me now, Alastor. I know you like pain, you fucking freak. Give in to me.”

Vox’s claws dipped into the edges of the wound, pulling it outward as his electric tongue pushed inside, zapping and buzzing with energy. The taste of Alastor’s blood was making him dizzy with need, but he pushed through it, lapping up everything he could, hitting muscle and ribs. Alastor was an absolute mess beneath Vox, sweat dripping down his forehead and dampening his hair. His eyes were black pits, flickering with radio dials, and the soft moans he was biting back were absolutely delicious.

One of Vox’s hands dipped into his own pants and released his erection with a soft hiss. He began to stroke himself as he started sucking on the edges of the wound. Fuck, this was absolutely disgusting, but it was turning them both on, so why stop now?

He glanced up at Alastor with hooded eyes as his hand twirled around the head of his cock, and he purred, “God, I’d love to fuck this if you ever let me. It’s so warm and wet, just like a pussy. A… cursed pussy, but still.”

Vox’s crude words and the idea of even more pain dragged a louder moan from the Radio Demon. He saw the look of anticipation on Vox’s stupid face and spat, “Not now, you freak. Maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you indulge another time, but right now I need… you.”

A smug, satisfied smile spread from one edge of Vox’s screen to the other, so large that it could no longer be contained in the frame. He said, “There it is, Bambi- that sweet sound of admission. I’ll hold you to that, too, by the way. Now, spread those legs for me. I wanna see that beautiful hole.”

Alastor groaned and remained still under Vox until the demon sent a shock of electricity through the scar with a grin. He reluctantly turned his head away and spat, “You really do have a way with words, don’t you, you brute?”

Vox placed a quick kiss on Alastor’s forehead and chuckled, “I know you love it even if you won’t admit it. Now shut the fuck up and spread them.”

Alastor’s ears flattened to his head, but he obediently parted his legs, exposing his throbbing cock and twitching, swollen hole.

Red drool dripped down the corner of Vox’s mouth as he took in the gorgeous sight. He started to stroke himself, carefully teasing that perfect little hole with one of his fingers. It clenched and trembled beneath his touch, and Vox moaned, “Fuck, baby. You’re so pretty… So tight after yesterday, too. I want to fuck you so hard you can’t think straight again.”

Alastor tentatively reached down and began to stroke himself, desperate for some sort of relief. Vox’s words truly were making his mind fuzzy with desire. He groaned softly, “Just do it already, then. I’ve been waiting far too long; it’s torture.”

Vox grinned, his hypnotic eye spinning with excitement. He spit on his hand and lined himself up to Alastor, rubbing the leaky tip over the puckered entrance and breathed, “You’re so beautiful when you beg for me.”

With a firm jab of his hips, he thrusted deep into Alastor, all the way down to the base with a loud moan. His balls hit Alastor’s ass with a lewd slap as Alastor whined beneath him.

Face flushed, ears tilted back, and body slick with sweat… Alastor was made for him.

Vox began to thrust at a steady pace, and he dipped his head low again to give Alastor a deep kiss. Alastor did his best to kiss back, and it seemed like he had learned a thing or two with the practice they’d been getting. The kisses were just as urgent, even if they were still a bit clumsy.

The Media Overlord pushed a small button at the base of his shaft, and it began to vibrate with a low frequency. Alastor’s reaction nearly sent Vox over the edge- his back arched and eyes widened with shock as he moaned desperately.

Vox let out a strained groan, “Mmmhmm. Yeah, you like it, babe? I can modify my body however I like. It’s not just about my pleasure, I’m a gentleman, you know. I like to make sure my partners feel good, too. Val even liked-”

The name drop immediately pulled a sour look on Alastor’s face, and he stopped stroking his leaking cock. He hissed, “Shut the fuck up, Vox. Do you ever stop talking? Don’t you dare name-drop your pathetic associate when we’re… doing this. I’ll never allow you over again, you bafoon.”

A light blue blush frosted Vox’s cheeks as he looked down at Alastor with a shocked expression. Yeah, it was probably a little distasteful to bring up Val when he was balls deep in Alastor, but was Al… jealous?

The cables around Alastor’s wrists loosened, and Vox pulled Alastor onto his cock as he kneeled on the bed. He began to fuck up into Alastor as he supported the deer’s back and head, pressing into a passionate, sloppy kiss.

He moaned against Alastor’s lips between kisses as he felt his balls tighten, “Fuck, I love you, Al… You’re so perfect… I’d do anything for you, and you’re all that matters, babe… No one else, just you… I love how tight you are for me… I’ve never felt this way… Fu-... I’m gonna cum…”

Alastor wasn’t expecting this reaction from Vox, and he certainly wasn’t expecting that beautiful admission to cause him to come. Warm, sticky fluid smeared against their stomachs, and Alastor wrapped his arms around Vox’s neck, kissing the demon back as expertly as he could. He continued to bounce on Vox’s cock as the demon chased his release, finishing deep inside with hot spurts coating the deer’s insides. He could feel the fluid leak out, overflowing from the volume.

They remained locked in this position for a few minutes, panting and basking in the afterglow. Finally, Alastor became aware of the mess between them and slid off Vox with a disgusted groan. He reached for the tissues on the side table and began to clean himself up.

He glanced over at Vox, who was still trying to recover, and said bitterly, “You’re mine, Vox. I don’t like to share. Remember that.”

Vox snapped out of his haze and moved to Alastor’s side. His eyes were wide and wobbly, nearly on the verge of tears as he said, “You really mean that? Does this mean that we’re… Oh, fuck, I love you, Al. I lo-”

Alastor pressed his finger against Vox’s big mouth and groaned, “Don’t ruin this, Vox. Don’t look too much into it. I don’t share and I won’t, you’re mine.”

A small tear dripped down the corner of Vox’s eye, but he didn’t press the issue. Instead, he pulled Alastor into a tight hug, refusing to let go. The happy electric buzzes around him made them both tingle with warmth.

Alastor rolled his eyes and smirked, “You’re so pathetic, my love.”

Notes:

So sorry for the delay in posting the new chapter. I lost my writing muse for a minute, but watching Season 2 has definitely brought back that creative writing streak!! I hope you enjoy this, its a bit longer than the last chapter.