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Vox hummed, strutting through the tower with one single thing on his mind. He’d been busy planning a way to get the other overlords under his thumb, and he was confident he had hatched a foolproof plan. It would soon be put into motion. First, he had something else to take care of.
He entered his room, looking in the direction he’d left Alastor a few moments earlier. It had been almost two days since he’d had the pleasure of exploring his body. And god, he had been craving more. Damn all this planning, it would be easier if people simply listened to him for once. He shook his head, bringing Alastor back to the forefront of his mind.
Since that day, he’d been even more on edge than before. Alastor hadn’t closed his eyes for more than a few seconds either. Every time Vox made a move towards him, his ears would flinch back, and his smile would waver, but Alastor pretended nothing was wrong. Especially in front of the other Vees. Vox had taken to humouring him.
His eyes landed on the chair the demon was bound to. Vox stopped in his tracks. Alastor wasn’t simply leaning forward as he’d been the last couple days, weighed down by his exhaustion. No, he was halfway lying on Vox’s bed, having most likely scooted over to lie his head to rest. And fallen asleep.
Vox smiled. The sight was truly adorable. His cheek bunched where it lay flat on the bed, his hair pooling messily in front of his face while his ears rested limply backwards. Even in his sleep, his body betrayed him.
One of his ears twitched. Vox couldn’t help but feel something warm blossom in his chest. Alastor twitched some more in his sleep. Vox noticed that even now his lips curled in a sharp smile. In this state, though, he looked soft.
A thought crossed his mind. It was risky, but it excited him to no end. He made his way to the bed as quietly as he could, walking around Al’s sleeping form to the bedside drawer. He rummaged through it in search of a bottle Val had given him a while back and a little something else.
Vox shot a look over his shoulder to Alastor, making note of his breathing. He was still asleep. Vox counted on that. He made his way back to the bound form, clutching a small vial filled with a thick and vibrant pink liquid. This would make sure Al stayed dormant, or worst-case scenario, pliant.
He gingerly took hold of Alastor’s jaw, slowly tilting it up and back. Alastor barely stirred. He must have been exhausted. Vox stayed still a moment, taking in the sight, before uncorking the bottle with his teeth and letting it empty in Al’s mouth. He quickly covered his mouth, praying to the heavens this wouldn’t ruin everything before he could start his fun.
Alastor swallowed.
Vox exhaled at his lack of reaction otherwise. The weight of his head felt right in his hands, like it belonged. This was how Al was meant to be; below him, at his mercy. He allowed his thumb to brush across his face, admiring the gentle look. For the first time since he became his prisoner, his eyebrows weren’t furrowed. His lips even parted slightly, pulled taut by his own magic as Vox had come to find out. He traced the tip of his nail where he knew the stitches to be, but felt nothing. Maybe they were only visible under certain circumstances.
He waited just a few more seconds, a few more heartbeats. When Alastor gave no signs of waking up, Vox very carefully loosened the binds around his torso, watching his body limp forward at the lack of support. Scratch that, he wasn’t simply exhausted. Alastor was completely and utterly prostrated.
Vox chuckled. Those restless days certainly took a toll. Faint marks around his neck caught his eyes, a flash of wires coiled tightly around it interrupting his train of thought. A shaky exhale found its way out of his chest as he trailed along some of the faint bruises. He should add more.
Now that he was certain he wouldn’t wake, Vox gently laid him on his back. This time he could enjoy it, truly savour the moment. He crawled on the bed, settled between his legs, and reached for him. He started with Alastor’s shirt, mimicking the familiarity of an activity reserved only to lovers. He unbuttoned it carefully, slowly, almost teasing himself with the promise of a prize.
He allowed the cloth to open, pool around Alastor’s resting form. His chest rose and fell in a deep rhythm, one only found in the deepest sleeps. Vox brought his hands to it, cupping around the curve of his ribcage while rubbing at the reddish fur with his thumbs. It almost felt sacred to lay eyes upon all the scars adorning the skin.
Alastor had renewed the stitches of his chest wound, and while Vox had the urge to rip them out again, he resisted. Al’s exhaustion plus Val’s drugs were sure to keep him asleep, but there was no use in pushing his luck any more than he already had. He stared at them just a little longer before trailing the rest of his body.
He watched ribs push against the skin, the way his waist narrowed so aggressively, the hint of his hip bones peeking from underneath his pants. Scars not few and far between created mesmerizing patterns. It would seem that being the strongest demon in hell didn’t save you from injuries. Vox then caught sight of the still-healing wounds he had inflicted himself. Puncture marks and thin, long stripes on the side of his hips. Most were hidden by Alastor’s pants, so the next step seemed obvious.
Before that, he looked back at his face. It was still relaxed, still in the depths of sleep. Vox did note a hint of red coming to his face. The potion was now solidly taking effect. He noticed he’d forgotten to pull the sleeves off his arms, having gotten caught up in the rest of his body. He hesitated a second. Fought the urge to strip his entirety again, see all of him, and take.
Vox breathed in, calming himself. This night was meant for enjoyment; there was plenty of time to do so. No need to rush.
He took hold of the cloth still around his shoulders, peeling it back to expose more. A similar blush to the one on his face dusted the tip of his shoulders. When it reached his elbows, he grabbed a single arm, carefully pulling the sleeve off. He observed the gradient from his tanned skin to pure darkness, letting a clawed finger move along the underside of his arm until he reached his hand. He looked at the red nails next to his blue ones.
They were meant to be. How could Alastor be so clueless? So cruel.
Vox shook the thoughts out of his mind. Now was not the time to dwell on the past. He let his arm fall against the bed, watching the limb bounce slightly, before moving onto the other one. He mimicked the actions, watching almost in a trance as the cloth slowly revealed more of what he owned. Like opening a gift carefully wrapped in expensive paper.
Now that his top half was fully bare, Vox’s eyes locked on the gashes peeking from his pants again. He passed a thumb over one, feeling the skin shift over the bone, and grabbed his long, thin legs to rest them on a shoulder. Vox then slid his hands back up his thighs and hooked his fingers underneath the hem.
Vox almost started hyperventilating as he pulled on the clothes, watching the cuts reveal themselves to him. He dragged Alastor’s underwear along, cheating a little bit. Electricity zapped through his limbs as he watched the small naked hips move with the pull.
Last time Vox had the pleasure of using Alastor’s body, it had been quick and raw, all emotion and claws bared. During that entire time, Alastor had stayed limp. Not an ounce of pleasure had read through his demeanour. This time, Vox smiled at the reveal of his hardening member resting heavily on his stomach.
Inside, he knew it was thanks to Val’s drugs. Still, he couldn’t help but think that maybe the soft touches were working in correlation.
His attention was quickly captured by his now exposed thighs. Alastor twitched slightly as Vox pulled harsher, giving him pause. This whole patience thing was proving itself to be harder than he had anticipated.
He tried to be slow as he took off the cloth still clinging to his legs. Alastor moved his head to the side with a small frown, his smiling lips twitching ever so slightly. Vox placed a hand on his stomach, rubbing his thumb soothingly along the skin.
“Shh, you’re alright, doll,” he whispered, slight sparks jumping from his fingers. He moved upwards, caressing the surprisingly soft skin. When his hand moved past the fluff on Al’s chest, he noticed the fur sticking up, faint sounds of static catching in the air. He chuckled to himself slightly. “Cute.”
When Al settled down once more, Vox rubbed along the side of his torso just to feel the bones. As he reached the hips his eyes dipped just slightly lower, settling on the fluff adorning his backside, and his little tail lying flat on the bed.
Vox nearly shook from the restraint it took to keep going slow. He pulled on Alastor’s cheek slightly, something black moving just past his vision. He turned to see his legs still resting on his shoulder. They had only jerked when he touched him. Vox sighed. For a second, he feared it had been his shadow. Alastor waking up right now, unbound, would not be ideal.
He brought his attention away from his ass and to his legs. They were so thin, like the rest of him. He wondered why. After all, Alastor was the radio demon. Him going hungry seemed unlikely.
Vox shrugged, snickering at the way his legs followed the movement. The way they went from pale to black, human in appearance to deer-like, they were so intriguing. He turned his head a little more, the urge to bite clawing from within. He settled for taste. He kept an eye on Alastor’s face as he opened his mouth, letting his tongue press against the skin. At the lack of reaction, he licked a quick pass, resisting once more the urge to bite, before finally turning his full focus to what he’d been craving this whole time.
He took out the lube he’d taken from the drawer and dripped some over his fingers. His claws were sharp; he’d have to be very careful about this. Rubbing his fingers together to warm it up, he lowered his hand to begin coating the outside of Al’s skin. He gave a small jerk, but Vox only needed to tighten the grip on his legs a fraction to keep him in place.
“That’s it, you’re doing just fine,” he whispered, rubbing his slick fingers around just to be sure. Alastor seemed tense in his arms, but he pressed forward anyway. The muscle breached somewhat easily. Certainly easier than the first time. Something about preparing the unconscious body of his rival was simply delectable in his brain.
Forcing his way in was fun, but the mockery of intimacy was really pulling at the strings of his excitement. He’d dreamed about it before. Late nights, when it was only him and his thoughts. Imagining Alastor was the one touching him.
This wasn’t exactly like those fantasies, but it felt just as electric. If not more. Again, power rushed throughout his body. He took a moment to survey the scene.
Alastor laid out before him, naked, flushed, leaking. Spread around his fingers. Vox noticed his fists clutching the sheets, an involuntary reaction to his ministrations.
Vox grinned, plunging his fingers deeper into the warmth surrounding them. This caused Alastor to tense again, his head heavily turning from where it rested. His ears flopped sideways with the movement. Truly, utterly, adorable. To have someone so fearsome come undone because of him, Vox felt bigger than he had in a while.
He pushed upwards, watching Alastor’s face intently as he searched for- Ah! Found it.
When he rubbed at a particular point, Alastor jerked and gasped. His back arched ever so slightly. Vox even noticed his cock twitch where it sat. Val’s drugs were damn good. His legs tensed, his hips shifted. He wanted more. A small noise rose from Al’s throat. Vox couldn’t quite place it, but it sounded like heaven in his ears.
He took his fingers out, gliding along his thighs for a second. He paused. There was something about that sight that stirred within the confines of his pants. He swallowed, spreading some more lube around the flesh.
Vox hesitated. Then reminded himself; Tonight was for indulging.
He tried his best to shimmy out of his pants quickly, no more wasting time. Alastor’s thighs pressed together, glistening with slick, the thought of feeling them nearly caused his brain to short-circuit. Alastor was small, but he was probably big enough.
The second he could lower his pants enough to take himself out, he did, breathing heavily as he gave himself a few pumps to spread what was left of the lube around. Just to see how it feels. It was simple curiosity.
He guided the head in between them, pushing slowly. He watched himself reappear on the other side, even eclipse Alastor’s own member for a second. He squished his thighs together, putting more pressure around himself. Vox trembled. He could feel the slight tensing and releasing in Alastor’s muscles, the twitching of his cock as they glided against each other. He gave a gentle thrust, testing the waters.
Alastor’s breath caught, another sound echoing around the room as Vox rubbed against him. His eyebrows furrowed deeper, chest rising and falling faster. Vox grunted, snapping his hips forward again. Being able to see himself appear and disappear, rub against Al’s body in a way so familiar and yet just removed from what he wanted… The sight was more erotic than he’d ever imagined.
The slickness mixed with the smoothness of his inner thighs tingled in his limbs. He gripped the fat and muscle tighter, feeling it pool between the gaps of his fingers. He hugged Alastor’s legs closer to his chest, gaze intently focused on the back and forth. Alastor’s body moved forward and back with his thrusts, which made his cock bounce slightly. Vox chuckled, almost transfixed.
Alastor made another noise, one that sounded suspiciously loud. Vox immediately paused, looking up. His face scrunched, one arm raised sluggishly to his hair, fisting it. Vox noticed his eyelids fluttering. Shit. He was waking up.
Vox pulled back, letting his painfully hard dick slip from in-between the warmth of Alastor’s thighs to press against his entrance. He wrapped a hand around a hip and took a breath. In one single motion, he bottomed out.
Alastor gasped loudly, his eyes flying wide open as he arched his back. His ears perked straight up. Vox noticed they often did so when he was alert. He seemed unfocused, his eyes glazed as he looked around the room. There were still dark circles underneath them.
“Wha?” He tried to dislodge his legs, blinking a few times before meeting Vox’s gaze.
“Welcome back, doll,” Vox mocked, a grin widening on his screen. “Did you have a nice nap?”
Alastor’s breathing picked up as he took in the state of his body, his smile wavering, becoming small on his face. He kicked his legs, digging his fingers in the mattress as he tried to move away.
“No, no, not again,” Al looked down at himself, “get your.. f-filthy hands off me…” he slurred, pushing harder against the bed. Vox did have to tighten his grip to keep him in place. He couldn’t move too much, afraid it might cut the enjoyment short.
The way Alastor reacted, tensing around him, trying to get away… It was doing things to his mind. The drugs coursing through him worked magic when combined with his exhaustion.
Alastor reached for him, his claws narrowly avoiding his arm. “Get off,” he repeated, pupils turning to dials. Static filled the room, but it was… faint. Heavy.
Alastor panted, antlers growing. His shadow slithered across the bed, but it seemed he was unable to use it effectively.
Vox chuckled, “This is almost sad, Al.” He traced along one of the cuts he’d done the other day. “Don’t deny it, you’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” He moved his hand to wrap around his member, radio distortion cutting through the static.
“Stop..!” Alastor grabbed his wrist. His legs trembled nearly just as much as his fingers. “I’m not, this- this is.. revolting!”
Vox knew he was lying. He knew the effects of Val’s drugs; not even the radio demon could deny them. Maybe this was how he could prove his dominance.
“What have you done?” Alastor spat, his sclera turning black.
“I just gave you a little something. Relax, doll, I’ll make you feel good.” Vox let go of his legs, using wires to pin them on either side of his hips. Alastor struggled, though his limbs seemed heavy.
Vox began moving, not giving much care to take it easy. He jumped straight to a relatively hard rhythm, pumping Alastor’s cock in time with his hips. He’d been waiting and teasing for too long; it was time for some hard-earned release.
Alastor made a noise, almost like he was gagging. His nose crinkled, upper lip peeling back. His ears were pinned flat on his head. Vox could feel his wires stress as Alastor pulled.
“No, stop, I don’t-” Alastor stopped himself to swallow, looking around the room frantically, “-I don’t like this,” he mumbled, almost inaudible.
“Pssh, come on, Al, I know it feels good,” Vox spoke, leaning forward. Alastor pressed himself deeper into the mattress. “Look how hard you are, you’re leaking.” He reached a hand to his head. Alastor dodged it, shooting a nervous glance towards him before shaking his head, anger coming to his features.
“Don’t touch me! Stop touching me right this instant!”
Vox ignored him, instead grabbing his ears and forcing Al to look downwards. Alastor grabbed his arm, eyes locking on himself. Vox watched his face grow a deeper shade of red. His brows twitched before pulling together. If he didn’t have that eternal smile stitched on, Vox would think he was getting sick.
Or maybe he was.
Alastor brought a hand to his throat, clutching it. His skin was growing sweaty. He seemed to have trouble breathing and swallowing right. Vox scoffed. Was he really this sensitive about sex?
“Come on, Al, calm down,” he pulled his ears back so their eyes met, “I’m just helping you out this time, you should be thanking me.”
Alastor shifted, as if trying to get away. There was nowhere for him to hide.
Vox sighed. He was beginning to reach a point. He had the urge to kiss him, but he still had half a mind to know not to approach his tongue to those cannibalistic teeth. Or… anything important really.
He wrapped some more wires around Alastor’s wrists, pulling his arms up. Now that there was less potential danger to deal with, he could focus on his prize. He angled his hips upward, trying to locate that perfect spot he had found earlier. He knew he had found it when Alastor spasmed, his eyes going wide again.
He pulled frantically on his bonds, groaning as he tried to move away. Vox focused his efforts on that spot, speeding up his pumping. Alastor began writhing, his torso repeatedly arching off the bed only to fall back against it a second later.
“Stop, stop, stopstopstop,” Alastor’s glazed eyes jerked everywhere around the room. His breathing was fast and shallow. Vox almost lost it at how pathetic this was. The radio demon? Begging to stop? Fuck, he had a lot to repay Val for. “Stop this, I don’t want-” he was cut off by a moan. A moan.
“Shit,” Vox cursed, struggling to keep going. “Fuck, Al, keep going like that, doll,” he panted, screen flashing as he nearly lost himself.
Al tensed, a surprised noise barely muffled by his jaw suddenly clenching shut was all the warning Vox received before Alastor spilled into his hand. His entire body spasmed, his walls dancing around his cock. Vox grunted, wiping his hand on the sheets quickly before grabbing at his waist with so much force he thought he might break him.
It was hard to focus on keeping Alastor bound while chasing his own release, but the sense of danger that came with elevated the feeling. Obnoxious static and screeches filled the room. He pushed them out of his mind. He focused on Alastor, on the way he hid his face behind his arms as Vox rammed into him.
“So pretty, doll,” he mumbled, forcing him against his thrusts, “I told you I’d make you feel good.” He laughed breathlessly at the way Alastor shrank at his words.
Vox dug his nails deep into his skin, the familiar heat of blood coating his fingers. He looked further down, seeing Al’s stomach distort like it had the first time. This was going to be the end of him. He slid a hand down, scratching shallow lines along, before coming to rest over the bulge. For a moment, he simply felt himself through the skin, then pressed.
Alastor jerked and twisted, his legs kicking desperately to rid himself of the cords wrapped around them.
“Stop,” Alastor mumbled. It was so quiet that Vox nearly didn’t hear it through the static.
The plea finally drove him over the edge. He grunted, slamming in a few times before coming to a slow stop. He did not let go of Alastor’s limbs, but he did put his hands beside his torso to catch his breath.
Alastor refused to make eye contact. His forehead was pressed against his arms, his hair obstructing anything else. He still kicked his legs faintly, Vox could feel his insides clench around him as he did.
“Get off.”
“Don’t be like this, I was nice this time,” Vox teased, though he did pull out. Alastor immediately brought his knees together, pushing them against his chest. “Come on, Al. Just admit it,” he taunted, rubbing at his sides with one hand. Alastor flinched at the touch but immediately straightened up.
“You’re a pathetic, disgusting, no-good fraud,” he growled, his eyes shining red when he finally stopped hiding. It seemed he was already working through the drugs. Vox almost felt vexed. Almost. If Alastor wasn’t naked and trembling beneath him, the words might have held more weight.
“Are you done?” Vox allowed Al to go free, preparing himself for some retaliation. Instead, Alastor moved as far away as he could. It reminded him of the first time. He laughed as he fixed his pants. Alastor’s shadow covered him in guise of his clothes. His eyes were fixated on every move Vox made.
Vox ignored it. No matter what, he had the upper hand now.