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ERROR: VOX.EXE IS MALFUNCTIONING
WARNING: VOX.EXE REQUIRES EMERGENCY MAINTENANCE
RUN: HELP_SIGNAL TARGET: ALASTOR
S.O.S. FIND VOX IMMEDIATELY
ALASTOR HELP ME PLEASE
ERROR: VOX.EXE OVERHEATING
VOX.EXE GOING INTO STANDBY MODE TO AVOID FURTHER DAMAGE
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Alastor groaned, setting his tea cup down on its saucer as his ears twitched. "Rosie, my dear, I'm afraid I need to cut our visit short... It seems my silly picture box has gotten himself in some sort of trouble, judging by the distress signal I just received over the airwaves…"
Rosie tilted her head, swallowing the bite of finger food she'd been nibbling on. "Distress signal?"
"Indeed, since television also uses radio waves, Vox and I are able to communicate through them. This is the first time I've received such a… frantic set of instructions, however…" he politely wiped his mouth, setting his cloth napkin across his plate. "I should go to the Entertainment district and make sure he's not getting himself killed. Same time next week?" He bowed slightly and held his hand out to his hostess.
"Yes, yes, please! Don't leave your lover boy hanging!" Rosie giggled and teased, placing her hand in Alastor's for a gentle kiss to the knuckles before he straightened up and brushed the wrinkles from his jacket.
"I'll see you then, dear," Alastor nodded and dissolved into shadow, heading across the Pride Ring toward his clearly troubled partner. Rosie watched the shadows dissipate and hummed to herself, stealing the last snack from Alastor's abandoned plate with a satisfying crunch.
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Alastor emerged from his shadows with a calm, collected sigh and glanced around. He didn't see anything immediately out of the ordinary for the Entertainment District. Sinners walked along the streets between shops and harassed each other, as was common throughout Pride, but nothing seemed amiss. He continued on foot into the garish Vee Tower, keeping an eye out for anyone who might have an idea of where Vox was. His signal had come from the Tower and presumably he wouldn't have moved of his own volition if he'd gone into Standby Mode.
Vox's assistant quickly spotted Alastor, darting over with a nervous look on his face. "Mister Alastor! Sir!" His tail flicked back and forth irritably and he lowered the tablet he'd been working on to address the Overlord. "Mister Vox is-"
"Ah, Ethan, was it?" Alastor cut him off, folding his hands behind his back with a pleasant smile. "I presume you know where my idiot box is?"
"W-well, yes, sir, I do, I'll take you there! But really, I need to warn you-"
"Nonsense, whatever he's gotten himself into is surely nothing I can't handle!" Alastor followed along not half a step behind the eel-like sinner, keeping an eye out. They traveled over to the elevators but rather than up toward where he knew Vox's penthouse suite was, Ethan instead fumbled with a key. Once it was inserted and turned, he placed a hand on the now-glowing scanner panel and the elevator lurched downwards.
"Mister Alastor, please, you need to listen to me," Ethan pleaded, looking up at intimidating eyes with more confidence than expected. "Mister Vox managed to fall into a vat of Love Potion while Miss Velvette was waiting for an order of vials to be delivered."
Alastor's grin stayed plastered on his face, but a static screech filled the small space. "Love Potion? Fell?? How did he-" he grumbled, ears tilting back in frustration.
"I'm not entirely sure, sir. Apparently he was checking in on why the vials were delayed, and slipped on a scrap of silk. His whole upper body dunked into the vat but he was immediately taken to wash the Love Potion off. I don't think it was enough though, because he started acting strange…" Ethan continued, tapping away on the tablet. He turned it toward Alastor, showing what looked like a combination of coding, error messages, and Vox's vitals.
Alastor growled, staticky, trying to decipher what he was looking at. "He's alive, yes? He sent out a distress signal before going into 'Standby Mode,' whatever that means for him…" He was worried, but trying not to show it to Vox's assistant, unsure how much he should share with his partner's subordinate.
"Yes, sir, he's very much alive. He's… overheated, overstimulated, and kind of on a hair trigger… I suppose he went into Standby Mode so as not to risk anyone's safety until you got here…" Ethan tapped some more, nodding at whatever the display assured him of. "You should be able to wake him pretty easily, I see all his systems are still online. He's just outside of a room lined with a Faraday Shield, should you need him cut off from the rest of the Tower…"
Alastor nodded as the elevator came to a halt, jostling before dinging brightly and opening its doors. Sure enough, Vox was propped up in a cushioned chair just outside one of the few doors visible on this low basement floor. "Thank you, dear. I'll take him in before waking him, so don't be afraid to see him disconnect from the network." He stepped forward with the assistant off the elevator and paused in front of Vox's body. It was almost like he was napping, if not for the heavy breathing.
"Good luck, Mister Alastor, sir… There is an emergency pull cord in the Faraday room, that will send an alert to myself and a limited number of others. Just in case!" Ethan chuckled nervously, gesturing to a line running out the top of the doorway and into a small electronic box.
"Thank you, Ethan. I'll see what I can do," Alastor sighed and let his mic staff be pulled into shadow. He carefully, almost tenderly, lifted Vox's body bridal style, and let Ethan open the door for them. "If you don't hear from us in… three hours? Go ahead and check in on us," Alastor chuckled. "If you hear anything inside, assume we are still alive and likely up to something you don't want to walk in on," he snickered, side eyeing the now-blushing assistant.
"Y-yes sir! Uh, three hours, don't open if there's noise inside, got it!" Ethan squeaked, tapping on his tablet. "Good luck, sir!" He hurried back toward the elevator, glancing back one more time before both the room and elevator doors separated them.
Alastor sighed softly, wide grin falling into a pensive smile, looking down at his partner. "Vox… what have you done now…" He set Vox down gently on the bed against one wall of the room. Glancing around, he noticed another door, showing an attached bathroom; the bed he was leaned against; a dresser, wardrobe, and twin nightstands; a stack of towels; and a small sitting area with a few chairs and an unlit fireplace. He'd not been in here before, and wondered why Vox would have a well-furnished bedroom in a Faraday Cage. He was sure there were reasons for everything Vox did, so he'd ask once the current crisis was handled.
Leaning down, Alastor stroked a gentle hand down Vox's heaving chest. He was burning up, as the distress signal mentioned, and he could feel slight puffs of air from the gill-like vents at his sides, even through his shirt. He was missing his vest and jacket, presumably taken off when trying to cleanse the Love Potion from his body.
"At least they redressed you, Vincent…" Alastor sighed. He pressed his hand firmly to Vox's chest, ready to keep him steady, and placed a kiss to the side of his screen. "Wake up, Vox. I'm here, it's Alastor…" he spoke up. The hand not on Vox's chest propped him up on the bed, hovering over his partner.
Vox's body jerked and his screen glowed to life at Alastor's call, a brief error screen flashing.
ENTER SAFE MODE? _
Alastor tilted his head, pondering. "Hmm… no, dear, we can handle this together…" he smiled, tapping Vox's screen to boot him up fully. He watched as a Voxtek logo gave way to Vox's dazed face, quickly narrowing his focus to Alastor's face above him with a gasp.
"A-Al? Oh fuck, Alastor!" Vox cried out, throwing his arms up and tugging him down into a tight hug, panting and shaking. "Alastor, Al, baby, please- please help me-" he whimpered.
"Easy, Vox, easy, I'm here now," Alastor soothed, letting him cling for a moment before pushing him back down onto the bed. "I'm here, Vincent…" he affirmed quietly, smiling down at him. "I'll help you, love…"
Vox's pupils turned into hearts and his whole face fuzzed into static for a moment. "Al, the Love Potion- it- ah-" he squirmed beneath Alastor's hand, shaking. "Please, love- I need you, I need your touch, please touch me, Alastor?" Vox whined and he reached up to stroke and grip Alastor's fluffy ears.
Alastor let out a surprised, undignified squeak. "You have it, Vox, you have me," he reassured his distressed boyfriend. "I'm going to take your clothes off, okay?" When Vox nodded, he made quick work of the buttons on both shirt and trousers, shucking them off as quick as he could.
Vox cried out when the friction on his overly sensitive skin dragged across his chest, his legs, his still-trapped cock. It strained against shark-print boxers and twitched repeatedly. "Aaaaaal!!" he whined loudly, head falling back with a poof of a well-fluffed pillow. "A-all of it, please, it's so hot-" his face fuzzed and sparks traveled up his antennae before jumping free and dissipating.
"Of course, love…" Alastor nodded, hands working in tandem to shimmy the boxers down, Vox's cock springing free with a loud whine. A spurt of milky fluid landed on Vox's lower belly and Alastor blinked in surprise, still holding the boxers around Vox's ankles. "Did you just-?"
Vox shuddered and panted, blushing heavily all the way down his chest. "Y-y-yeah, bzzzt-" He glitched again, body twitching, and his cock dripped, still as hard as could be. "I-I'm so… everything is t-tight and hot and and and-" he whined, bucking his hips uncontrollably.
Alastor dropped the boxers and climbed up onto the bed with one knee between Vox's thighs, testing. "Do you want me to..?" he leaned in, pressing his knee up against the cleft of his ass.
Gasping, Vox nodded frantically. "Please, Al, love, fuck me, fuck me so hard-" he panted heavily, rocking and bucking against the firm line of Alastor's leg. "Fuck, I could get off just from thiiiiis- bzzt!" Sure enough, another drooling trail of cum leaked from his cock at the indirect stimulation to his hole.
"At this rate, you're going to be shooting blanks before we get this worked out of your system," Alastor chuckled, leaning in to kiss and lick at Vox's chest, earning himself whimpers and cooing, needy sounds interspersed with static. His tail wagged behind him at the sounds and sights below him.
Vox whimpered and took a shuddering breath before lifting his head to watch Alastor's freely given affections. "Alastor, that feels so fucking good- ah!" He gasped sharply at the light scrape of teeth over one nipple, whining and falling back flat when the other got the same treatment. "Aaaaaalllll…!" he pleaded, hands flying to tug on and tangle in Alastor's hair.
Alastor lifted himself from Vox's chest and smiled warmly over him. "I need to at least open my pants if you want fucked, my darling picture box… Let me up so I can take care of you," he trailed a single claw down the center of Vox's chest.
"Oh, fuck, yes sir, please!" Vox pleaded and fell sprawled out on the bed, arms outstretched, whole body trembling. He bit his lip, trying desperately not to jump Alastor's bones. He watched as his boyfriend calmly undressed and set his half-folded clothing on the nightstand before opening the drawer. "T-there should be lube in there, yeah- ah fuck," Vox whined as another tremor went through his body. "Al, please, I need you so bad, just fuck me already, don't even open me up, just shove it in- FUCK!" His eyes widened in surprise, caught off guard at the feeling of two cool, slick fingers massaging his hole.
Alastor chuckled, knowing his boyfriend was too distracted by his babbling and begging to have seen him already slicking up his fingers. He pressed one into that searing heat, hotter than normal, followed almost immediately by the other when Vox's body easily accommodated the first. He licked his lips, listening to Vox's moans, and worked his fingers in and out of that tight tunnel. "You may not want to sit through prep while in this state, my dear, but I refuse to simply 'shove it in,' raw and unprepared," he chuckled.
Vox whined pitifully, his hips rolling in a jerky rhythm, and searched for Alastor's gaze. His pupils were dilated into large hearts, an expression he'd only sported once before, the first time they'd had penetrative sex. His hands grasped at Alastor's shoulders and drool slid down from his digital mouth. "Oh fuuuuuck, Al, yes, deeper," he moaned out and panted, chest heaving.
Alastor chuckled softly and kissed Vox's chest, trailing his tongue down through the layer of salty sweat. He lapped up some of the slippery puddle on Vox's lower belly and pressed his fingers to his prostate. Another finger joined the two already exploring Vox's ass and spreading lube deep inside, making Vox cry out at the stimulation. "Such a needy boy, aren't you, Vincent?" he growled softly, glancing up toward Vox's face.
Head tilting down, Vox was met with the image of Alastor's piercing gaze beside his own twitching cock, and the sight combined with the feeling of being stretched open and his prostate being massaged. His face glitched into an error screen, sparks flung off his antennae, and his whole body tensed up as he came again with a glitching, buzzing scream. Cum splattered up his belly and chest to join the little puddle Alastor had started to clean up. He whined loudly as his face reappeared, barely able to catch his breath before he was screaming again.
Alastor grinned wickedly as he continued the assault on Vox's prostate. He'd reached down with his free hand to fondle his own cock and balls, working himself to hardness. Vox's screams certainly helped- he was fully erect by now, encouraged by the sight of his boyfriend sprawled out and boneless, begging for him and nearly crying about it. "Good boy, Vox, good little idiot box…" he purred, ears perked forward and tail wagging as he slid closer between Vox's legs.
Vox's gasp was choked off when he felt the head of Alastor's cock nudge against his hole, the three fingers still inside. "Al! Fuck, babe, I need you so bad- please please pleasepleasepleasepleEEEEEEE-!" His words morphed into a loud buzzing error sound when Alastor worked his cock inside his hole, his fingers holding just at the edge of his rim to keep him held open. The first brush of the head across his prostate had his own cock jumping and pulsing with another orgasm, only a slow trickle of fluid escaping this time.
Groaning, Alastor nibbled at Vox's chest as he worked himself deep inside that hot, tight heat. "You're absolutely burning up, darling, no wonder you're begging so beautifully," he moaned against Vox's neck. "Open up for me, my sweet…" he panted softly as he finally bottomed out, both of his hands coming up to stroke along Vox's sides from ribs to thighs and back again.
"Oh, fuck, A-Alastor," Vox whimpered breathlessly, clinging desperately to his lover, and bucked his hips. They slowly built up the pace into a frantic coupling, hips slapping together over and over again, moans and heavy breaths filling the air of the room. Vox screamed and glitched again at a hard, deep thrust that rubbed just right against his prostate, another weak spurt of thin cum soaking both of their bellies. Despite the pitiful amount of fluid being produced, the intensity of the orgasms wasn't letting up, and Vox clamped down onto Alastor's cock every time, making his own moans ring out beneath Vox's.
"You're going to be the death of me, darling," Alastor groaned and picked back up thrusting once Vox's ass let him move again. He had a feeling this Love-Potion-induced fuckfest was going to ring them both dry and then some…
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"You're not allowed to check on Velvette's alchemy EVER. AGAIN." Alastor groaned from his place beside Vox. They were both exhausted, covered in fluids, and aching all over.
Vox groaned in response, hand clinging to Alastor's tighter. He couldn't stand any contact beyond this chaste hand-holding after what they'd been up to for the last two and a half hours. "I never want to touch another Love Potion for the rest of my un-life…" he shook his head tiredly. "Not even a vial of the stuff… I'm so sorry to drag you into this, Al- ack!" He was tugged into a fullbody embrace, making him shiver and wince, but he still wrapped his arms around his partner in return.
"Apology accepted, Vox…" Alastor mumbled into his neck, kissing the skin he was pressed against. "Thank you for alerting me instead of trying to get through this yourself… I would hate to have seen you jump your poor assistant, after all," he teased lightly. "I rather like the boy. Helpful, kept his head on straight in a stressful situation… hmm…"
Vox snorted as he rolled away, taking Alastor's hand and pressing a firm kiss to his knuckles. "No poaching my best employee, love. Ethan is worth more than his soul contract and I'm not giving him up even for you."
Alastor snorted and laughed, both of them dissolving into giggles. "Ha, oh, goodness…" he grinned and glanced over at his boyfriend's own goofy grin. "Let's get cleaned up, shall we? We're rather disgusting…" he wiped a drop off Vox's screen, pondering over it. "Hm… saliva, sweat… or seminal fluid-?" he laughed as Vox cut him off with a shove and a laugh of his own.
"Yeah, yeah, come on, the shower pressure is great down here," Vox chuckled and tugged his boyfriend up and off the bed. They made their way to the attached bathroom on wobbly legs, supporting each other, and settled into the process of cleaning up the evidence of their rather extended coupling.
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"I'm telling you, Mister Alastor said to check on them if no word came in three hours," Ethan insisted to Velvette, who rolled her eyes.
"Fine. Come on, let's go, then, and make sure they haven't killed each other," Velvette huffed. She led the way to the elevator, let Ethan turn the key that allowed the scanner to light up, and together they rode all the way down to the basement floor with the Faraday Room. Both of them tapped away on their respective screens until the elevator gave its cheerful ding!
Ethan exited first, hurrying over to the door, and quickly reached for the handle.
"Wait! You probably shouldn't just- OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" Velvette covered her eyes quickly at the sight that greeted the pair.
Ethan's body tensed up and his face flushed brightly. His boss and his boss's boyfriend were both naked, dripping wet out of the shower, and making out against the wall beside the bathroom door. The room was a mess and reeked of sex, along with a faint undercurrent of sickly sweet Love Potion. "EEP! Sorry sir! S-sorry Mister Alastor!" he whipped 180 degrees, nearly falling, to face away from the pair who finally noticed their audience of two.
"GET. OUT." Alastor's snarl accompanied a wave of shadow tentacles shoving both Ethan and Velvette out of the room, slamming the door shut.
Vox, blushing but grinning, snickered and toyed with Alastor's tail, making him squeak and his eyes dart back to Vox. "You're so fucking sexy when you're threatening people…"
Alastor's ears quickly unpinned, tilting toward Vox, and he licked his lips with a wide grin, diving back in to continue their passionate kisses that had been so rudely interrupted.
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Ethan and Velvette looked at each other, both frozen and flushed, and darted for the elevator at the same time, scrambling over each other to hit the call button.
"MOVE YOU BLOODY CUNT!"
"MOVE MISS VELVETTE!"
"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR WHAT THEY'RE GONNA GET UP TO NEXT!"
"I DON'T WANT TO STICK AROUND FOR THIS EITHER!"
ding!
"…"
"SHUT UP AND GET ON THE FUCKING ELEVATOR!"
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