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Oh ho ho, he was back! Vox rubbed his hands together, leaning back in the chair in his surveillence room. The various screens showed distorted images of the infamous radio demon, Vox's number one enemy, and if he moved fast enough, he could catch him off guard.
Good thing he could teleport.
Alastor didn't give much away, his eyes only narrowing the smallest amount at Vox's sudden appearance, "Hello, old friend!" He spoke pleasantly, holding his cane close, grin unaturally wide, "It's been quite a while, hasn't it?"
Vox met his grin, but his anger was more palpable, his antennae sparking and nearby electronics glitching. "Alastor, it has been a while, hasn't it? Care to share where you've been?"
"Not particularly." Alastor hummed, "But you can walk with me, catch up a bit?"
It had to be some kind of trap. If Vox had learned anything in all his years with Alastor, it was never to trust that fucking smile. Underneath all the suspicion though, buried deep down, there was a part of him that longed for old times.
He offered his elbow, "It couldn't hurt, could it?"
Alastor's hand fit snug in the crook of his arm as it always had, "You never were able to deny me anything." He said, with a softness Vox had missed.
"What the Hell happened to us, Al?" He asked in a moment of weakness.
"You know what."
Vox stopped in his tracks, stumbling somewhat as Alastor continued on, tugging at his arm, "Will you quit with that?!"
Alastor looked back at him, "What?"
Cold. Distant. Walls up.
Acting like they didn't have years, decades, of history.
Alastor dodged the cables that snapped towards him with ease, and they entered a familiar dance. Launching half hearted attacks that neither of them truly wanted to land, and yet they came just close enough that it looked serious. Blood was spilled, but never too much. And it ended as it always did, with Vox in Alastor's grasp and Alastor laughing in his face.
"How many times is that now, old chum? I think you secretly like being humiliated."
"Fuck off!" Vox growled and clawed at the shadowy tentacles surrounding him, but they just dissipated and reformed, growing tighter and tighter each time.
"Now why would I do that when you provide such endless entertainment?" Alastor asked, tilting his head in that damn puppy dog way he always did.
"Fuck you!"
"I'll have to decline, like always."
Vox could feel the heat beginning to build and his internal fans whirred to life in an attempt to cool him. The error message in the corner of his vision about overheating went ignored.
"Let me go." He hissed, "You've had your fun."
"Oh, but I haven't!" Alastor purred, patting the side of Vox's head and then shaking off his hand, "Oh dear, you're burning up! Poor thing, let me see if I can help with that, hmm?"
Vox was hauled into the air by the tentacles and he squirmed in them, struggling to break free.
They only held tighter, more joining in for a better grip.
"I'd stop struggling if I were you, wouldn't want to fall from that height! Modern technology is all so fragile."
"Fuck you."
"Did you honestly not widen your vocabulary in all these years we spent apart?"
He had actually, but mostly in reference to murder and dismemberment. Also sex. Thanks Valentino.
"Let me go!" Vox demanded again, sending pulses of electricity through the tentacles.
It did nothing, Alastor only shaking it off.
"Not unless you can give me a good excuse. Or admit that you're simply not strong enough to beat me."
One small mercy was that Vox didn't need to breath.
On the other hand, he still needed to eat and drink, and he had drank a lot while following Alastor's movements through the city. But he couldn't exactly say that Alastor needed to put him down because his tentacles were squeezing his bladder and he was about to piss himself.
"You win." He mumbled, the humiliation of admitting defeat not nearly as bad as it would be if he pissed himself in the middle of the city.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you."
"Bastard, let me go!"
"No, the other thing."
"You win, alright! You win! Fuck, will you let me- ngh!" Vox cut himself off with a groan, squeezing his legs together. He really was about to let loose, embarrass himself in front of Alastor and give him an endless amount of ammo. "Seriously, I-I really need to go!" His entire face turned red at the wording and he scrambled to fix it, "Like, go, as in, I'm busy! Tech overlord here, some of us actually work!"
Alastor gave him an indecipherable look.
As something wriggled between Vox's legs.
Pulled them apart.
"Hey!"
Alastor's grin was taking over his whole face, eyes narrow, "My, my, what do we have here?"
"Quit playing!" Vox hissed, desperate.
Any second now he was going to lose control.
And he realized with increasing horror that that was exactly what Alastor wanted.
Thank God for small mercies at least, as Alastor lowered him back down to ground level, but didn't loosen his hold.
Deft fingers played with his bowtie, then slowly slid down, down...
"You really need to go, huh?"
The words were spoken at the same time Alastor squeezed his crotch.
Vox hissed, thrashed, but the tentacles held him firmly in place, not budging an inch, "Freak! Are you getting off on this?"
"And if I am?"
That made him pause, focusing wide red eyes on the Radio Demon before him. "What?" He asked dumbly.
"If I wanted you to wet yourself right here because I thought it was really, really hot?" Alastor responded in a whisper, single finger tracing the seam of Vox's pants.
"That's not funny."
"I wasn't trying to be." Alastor pulled him close and the hard line of his cock slotted right up against Vox's hip. "So would you do me the honours? I always wanted to try it." He admitted, "But I never quite figured out how to bring it up..."
Vox wasn't entirely convinced he was telling the truth, despite the evidence burning a hole through his pants, and yet...
"Alright, okay, just let me..." He took a deep breath, tried to relax, as much as he could when enveloped in a vice grip.
Alastor was tense with anticipation, hands grasping at Vox's sides, his head buried in the crook of Vox's neck. He had a thigh wedged between Vox's legs and he rocked shallowly against him.
It didn't take much longer for Vox to tip over the edge, a small trickle escaping him, then a flood. He soaked the space where their bodies met and it felt so wrong, but Alastor's breath hitched and he held Vox tight to him.
"That's it..." He encouraged, "That's it, you filthy thing, defile me."
Vox broke one hand free to drag Alastor into a kiss. A messy clash of teeth and tongue.
More error messages appeared, and each went was ignored just like the first.
A breeze passed by, making him shiver as it cooled the piss soaking him, and reminding him that they were very much still out in public.
Thankfully sinners tended to run when two Overlords clashed.
"Are you gonna let me go now?" Vox asked, exhaustion quickly overtaking him.
"Soon." Came the response.
He felt as Alastor wriggled a hand between them, heard the zipper open, saw the movement of his shoulder as he jerked himself quickly.
Alastor hardly made a sound, only letting out a small gasp as he finished, spilling cum over Vox's soiled crotch. He washed it away with more piss, then tucked himself in, tentacles retracting and dropping Vox to the floor.
Alastor whistled and summoned his microphone to give it a twirl, then tipped an imaginary hat to Vox, "It was nice catching up with you, but I must be on my way, things to do and all that! Ta ta!"
"Wha- hey!"
It was too late.
Alastor had disappeared, leaving Vox alone covered in various fluids and beginning to smell quite foul.
And with a boner that was rapidly wilting.
He disappeared in a flash, already planning how to get his revenge on that pompous, self absorbed prick.