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Alastor had made his deal with Vox several weeks ago now. As he had anticipated, Vox was really not making any progress with his ‘evil plan’. Despite this, he had been having his fun with his trapped enemy. Forcing the radio demon to go on several useless outings, bringing him to each of his meetings, and even facing him towards the bed while he and Val had sex. Alastor should’ve guessed that Vox would stoop down to that level. Though he may never admit it, Vox was so obviously obsessed with him.
Alastor honestly expected Vox to fail much sooner than this, and he was growing rather irritated being in Vox’s presence each day. He would never shut up about how much power he had, how he would be in charge, be a god, really self-centered notions. Alastor had patiently sat through these rants each day, but he didn’t see Vox releasing him any time soon now. Perhaps Alastor had a lapse in judgement by making this deal.
Considering Vox had agreed to that deal so quickly, Alastor figured it wouldn’t be too difficult to convince him to release him, so he could attend to more important, or at the very least, more interesting matters.
So as he sat tied to his chair in front of Vox’s work desk, he spoke,
“Say, this deal is really growing rather tiring.”
Vox looked up from his work. “You’re one to complain, you made the deal in the first place.” Vox looked slightly annoyed.
“I just thought you would’ve made more progress by now! These days are growing really rather repetitive.”
“Well I guess you’ll just have to deal with it. The deal was that you’re my prisoner so long as I don’t lay a hand on the princess, yeah? Seeing as I haven’t, you’re still under my control.”
“Mm, I suppose that’s true.” Alastor span around in his chair. “Is there really nothing you want more from me than to have me in your presence?”
Alastor glanced over at Vox, who was looking over at him with a flushed face and furrowed brow.
“Your point?” Vox asked, avoiding the question.
“I’m willing to, hmmm, change the terms of the deal. In such a way where I’d be free to attend more interesting endeavors. And in return, I could offer something better than just being your… little prisoner.”
“Hah! What I hear is you’re trying to slither your way out of this deal. What makes you think I’d let you go now that you’re in my grasp?” Vox stood from his chair, leaning over his desk and pointing at Alastor.
“Think what you like, old pal, but I just think we could both benefit more from a different deal.”
“Oh yeah? And tell me, what are the conditions of this deal?”
“You name it. All that I ask is that I am no longer your prisoner, and therefore free to pursue more productive matters.”
Vox thought for a second. “What if I asked you to help me rise to the top? Help defend my public image and all that?”
“Mmm, I really prefer not to lie about where I stand on such matters. I was thinking more of a one and done as well.”
Vox cackled. “Pretty particular for a prisoner. As if you could offer something better.”
Alastor narrowed his eyes and looked straight at Vox. He then leaned back, puffing his chest out and letting his hair fall to one side as he tilted his head.
“Hmmm… You underestimate my knowledge, Vincent.”
“The fuck do you mean by that?” Vox crossed his arms and glared down at Alastor.
Alastor leaned back forward and looked up at Vox through lidded eyes.
“If my presence is as good as it gets for you, think, what does that say about what… other things you may desire, hmm?”
Vox’s eyes shot open and his face flushed bright blue. “...What the fuck are you trying to say?”
“Must I spell it out? I believe you know exactly what I mean.”
“Humor me. Spell it out.”
“In return for releasing me, how would you like if I were to offer you a night of satisfaction for your perverted desires?”
Vox let out a nervous cackle. “Quit messing with me.”
Alastor just looked into Vox’s eyes with a soft grin. That’s when Vox started to think Alastor might actually be serious. The smile faded from his face and his eyes widened. Alastor could hear Vox’s internal cooling fans from where he sat.
“What’s the catch?” Vox asked quietly.
“No catch. Only condition is that my clothes stay on. You may command me however you like.”
Vox stood in silent consideration for a few seconds. Then just as Alastor suspected, Vox walked right over, simultaneously retracting the wires that bound Alastor to his chair. He held out his hand.
“Deal.”
“Hmmm, just as easy as I expected.” Alastor grinned as he shook Vox’s hand, their surroundings erupting in green and blue glows.
Except this time, Vox didn’t release Alastor’s hand right away. He just stood frozen, gazing longingly into Alastor’s red eyes. Slowly, he released Alastor’s hand.
“So… Is this… Are we really?...” Vox struggled to get a coherent thought out.
Vox gulped. He placed his hands on Alastor’s shoulders. He slowly slid them up to either side of Alastor’s face. He began to lean in towards Alastor.
“Can I?...”
“Mm, go ahead, dear.” Alastor looked softly at Vox.
Vox didn’t hesitate for a second. He leaned in and kissed Alastor softly. He sighed longingly and deepened the kiss. Alastor moved a hand up to the side of Vox’s screen and held it lightly. Vox leaned into the hand with a hum. He continued to kiss Alastor passionately as he walked him towards the bed.
Once they reached the bed, Vox pushed Alastor down onto his back gently. He moved one of his hands down to hold Alastor’s waist. He broke from the kiss just slightly.
“Al… Hold me.” He spoke gently.
Alastor complied, wrapping his arms around Vox’s torso. Vox leaned back into the kiss, now sliding his tongue into Alastor’s mouth. Alastor did the same, hoping to satisfy Vox as much as possible. He tasted almost electric. As they made out, Vox moaned softly. Alastor was intrigued. He had never heard Vox make these noises, even when he was with Val. Seeing this side of Vox made Alastor curious.
“Say… You really wanted this didn’t you?” Alastor cooed, breaking from the kiss. “All these shy noises are so unlike your usual self... Let’s see what other noises you can make for me.”
Alastor moved a hand down Vox’s abdomen and palmed his groin.
“Fuck!” Vox whispered.
“Oh dear! Already quite stiff down here, aren’t you?”
Alastor rubbed Vox’s dick through his pants, moving his palm up and down slowly. Vox moaned and rested his head on the bed over Alastor’s shoulder. He didn’t expect Alastor to initiate anything, and getting touched by him felt even better than he thought it would.
Vox grinded against Alastor’s palm and whined. He was completely lost in the bliss. His dick was aching against his pants and begging for release. He could take his pants off, but since he had the opportunity…
“Al… can you.. take my pants off?” He huffed.
Alastor simply nodded up at Vox. Vox watched Alastor’s hands as they worked agonizingly slowly at undoing his belt. Alastor slid the belt open, zipped down his fly, and pulled down his pants. Finally, he slipped his thumbs into the waist of his boxer-briefs and slid them down. Vox’s length sprung free.
“And now?” Alastor asked for further instruction.
“Keep touching me… Please Al…” Vox panted.
Alastor grinned at Vox. He moved his hand to lightly hold his dick. Vox’s dick twitched with the bare contact. Alastor rubbed his index finger over the tip of his cock. It was already quite wet with pre-cum. He began to jerk off Vox. He quickly noticed that despite the pre-cum, it was not lubricated enough. Alastor brought his hand up to his mouth and licked his hand slowly. Vox made eye contact with Alastor as he did this, and a shiver went down his spine from the sight.
Alastor moved his saliva-coated hand back down to stroke Vox’s length. He gripped Vox firmly and stroked him from base to tip. Vox seemed to melt in his hand, panting and shaking all over. He moaned and bucked into Alastor's hand, only to wince and stop a few seconds later. He grabbed Alastor’s hand.
“Hah, fuck wait, I’m gonna come if you keep going..”
“What’s the issue there?” Alastor grinned and kept stroking.
“Shit- Don’t!” Vox grabbed Alastor’s wrists and pinned them above his head. “You slimy fucker, you’re not ending this for me so soon.”
Alastor flipped Vox over so he was pinned beneath him. “Ha! You really can’t last that long, hmm?”
“Fuck- You…” Vox panted. The sight of Alastor above him made his dick twitch.
“You sure you don’t want me to help you come right now?” Alastor quirked, moving a knee up to graze Vox’s dick.
Vox moaned. “I want more…”
“Hmmm.” Alastor smiled at Vox. He slid off the bed and fully removed Vox’s pants and shoes. He grabbed Vox’s waist and yanked him to the edge of the bed.
“What are you?...”
“Lift your legs for me darling.”
Despite not knowing what was coming, Vox complied, spreading his legs and bending his knees. Alastor kept eye contact with Vox as he kneeled in front of the bed. Alastor sucked on his fingers and then grazed them against Vox’s asshole.
“Hoohhhh shit you dirty b-”
Vox was cut off by the sensation of two of Alastor’s fingers being shoved deep inside him. Vox’s head flew back and he tensed up. Alastor… was inside him. Alastor moved his fingers in and out a few times.
“Wait, wait wai-” Vox moaned before his head shot back in silence. He came hard up his stomach as he shook all over and arched his back. His screen displayed static and sparks of electricity shot up his antennae. He remained frozen in this position for a moment before falling limp on the bed.
“Holy… Fuck.” He panted. He laid back with his eyes half lidded, drooling and splattered with his own cum.
“Hmm.” Alastor hummed as he looked at the sight before him. “That was quick.”
“I fucking told you so.” Vox chuckled, breathless.
“Well,” Alastor began, standing up.
“Wait!” Vox sat up. “... Keep going.”
Alastor chuckled at him in amusement. “That desperate, hmm? Well, if you insist. Get on your hands and knees.”
Vox blushed and swallowed hard. He then followed Alastor’s instructions, flipping over on the bed and propping his ass up.
Alastor grabbed Vox’s hip with one hand and pressed against his asshole with two fingers of the other hand. Then, in one smooth movement, he slipped back inside Vox. He began to slowly thrust in and out of his ass.
“While I’m here, what else would you like?” Alastor inquired.
Vox could barely think, having just came, and now being fucked by Alastor again, his mind was an absolute mess.
“Hahh… anything… Do anything– and I’ll love it..” Vox slurred.
Alastor laughed. “You really are obsessed with me, hmm?”
Alastor used his free hand to jerk Vox off once again. He was still very hard, despite having released just a few minutes ago. He kept a steady rhythm between thrusting and stroking, focusing on both pleasure spots equally. Vox squirmed and shook beneath him. He was so overstimulated from all the different sensations.
“Alastorrrr, ahh~” Vox moaned.
Alastor was quite satisfied with the state he had Vox in. He thought about what else he could do to see more of this version of him.
“Hmmm, you’re being so good for me, Vox.” Alastor cooed.
“Fuuuccckk…” Vox groaned.
His length twitched in Alastor’s hand. Well then, he clearly liked that.
“You’re taking me so well, Vincent. I love seeing this side of you.” Alastor continued.
Vox writhed and whimpered below Alastor. He rocked his hips into Alastor’s hand and onto his fingers. He looked so pathetic underneath him, submitting to his every move, his every word. Alastor didn’t expect to like this sight so much.
Alastor briefly removed his hand from Vox’s cock to push his shirt up and reveal his torso. As he returned his hand to Vox’s dick, he moved his head down to Vox’s back. He licked up Vox’s back. Vox shivered in response. Alastor then kissed him slowly in several areas on his back, followed by a couple bites. Each time Alastor kissed and bit him, Vox moaned and whimpered. Alastor noticed his gills and curiously trailed his tongue over to them. Vox shivered as Alastor traced his tongue along each gill.
“Mmm, your body is quite the wonder, Vox. Not to mention you taste exquisite.”
“Holy fuck, Alastor… I never thought.. I’d have you like this… Fuck me…”
With every touch, Vox would make more of those soft, desperate noises that Alastor found so intriguing. As Alastor sped up his thrusting gradually, Vox’s moans raised in pitch.
“Fuck, yes, yes, shit- Oh god, Yes-”
“Come for me, darling.” Alastor whispered next to Vox’s head.
And with that, Vox came once again. This time even harder than before. Sparks shot all up his body and the lights flickered around them. The room filled with a high pitched screech as Vox shook and twitched, shooting his load all over the sheets. After a few moments he fell to his side panting heavily. His whole body felt light and static.
His vision blurred and he could barely keep his eyes open. His mind was so filled with pleasure that he couldn’t do anything but lie on his side, heaving and sweating.
Alastor looked over the sight before him with a smile and began to leave the room.
“A-Alastor… I love you…” Vox spoke quietly before drifting out of consciousness.
Alastor stopped in his steps briefly, then, with a small sigh, left the room.