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“So, I've been thinking, Alastor, with your incredible power and my massive influence, we would be unstoppable. Radio and video. Me and you– we could rule Hell, together, as partners.”
Vox had recited this exact speech in the mirror countless times, hoping that Alastor would accept his offered partnership. Vox stretches his arm, preparing for a handshake. Maybe he’s too confident, Vox thought. Though the worst thing he could say is no, right–
“Oh, that's– Oh, you're serious? Ah-ha-ha, come now, Vox!”–Alastor had started laughing hysterically–“I knew you could be pathetic at times, but I didn't realize you were so weak!”
“Weak”? What did he mean? Alastor and Vox were friends; how could he say something like that to him? Vox started to panic slightly, his vision darkening as his gaze turned to Alastor sadly.
Vox manages a whisper, almost a wail. “What?”
“Oh, fuck! You need me to join your team. And here I thought you might actually be approaching my level, but asking for assistance? A partnership? I am quite disappointed in you.” Alastor’s fist hit the table, absolutely amused by Vox’s pathetic offer.
Vox begins to tear up hearing those thorny words, his heart pierced by them, like a dagger puncturing through.
“I–I just thought, you know, since we’re friends–”
“FRIENDS?! There are no friends in Hell, Vincent! I thought that was something you understood. How embarrassing…”
Vox started crying.
Those words hurt him oh-so-much.
He was tossing and turning on the bed.
“Alastor… How could you say that…?” Vox sleep-talked, his voice wavering, like he was about to burst into tears.
Just as Vox started whining and wailing for Alastor, the man himself walked into the bedroom on the picture box pathetically weeping on the bed, calling for his name.
“Al… why?” Tears streamed down from Vox’s screen, seeping into the blanket that Vox was clutching for dear life.
“Vincent?”
“AGH! Oh, Al, it’s just you…” Vox jolted awake, haphazardly wiping away his tears to look presentable to Alastor.
“I witnessed you weeping. Could you tell me what the matter is with you? You don’t usually sob like that, considering your big ego around others.” Alastor took his shoes off tidily, sitting on the side of the bed. Vox nudged his elbow against the other man’s in reaction to the comment.
“Now, now, shouldn’t we discuss it, considering we’re partners? I have to know how my friend’s mood is today~” Alastor emphasized the word friend, his finger trailing on the side of Vox’s screen downwards.
“Friend”. Vox certainly had feelings for Alastor, and he is aware of it too, but Alastor never explicitly declared that they were in a relationship. Vox was just kind of confused, for now.
“Well, I…” Vox lay on Alastor’s lap, the latter gently caressing the thick outline of his screen as he spoke. “I had a nightmare. Sounds silly, I know, all-powerful Overlord of Hell cries over a dream, with his partner helping him… It’s pathetic.” Alastor couldn’t help but giggle a bit at that. Vox really thinks he’s pathetic for once? How amusing.
“But before you laugh at me, in that dream, we were in that bar where you accepted my offer. Except you didn’t. You straight up just laughed in my face, calling me weak. I can’t believe you would say that to me. I can’t believe I would think of you saying that to me. It hurts, Alastor. It really hurts.” Vox’s tears started streaming down again.
Alastor’s grin would have fallen if it could. That sounds like something he would do if he didn’t realize the partnership would grant him things that he could put to use. Vox could realize truly why he accepted that offer if this went on. So he decided to take matters into his own hands, making sure that Vox could keep trusting Alastor.
“Why would you think I would say that? You know that I love you too much to do that, Vincent.” A sweet but blatant lie. And yet Vox still believes in it.
Vox stared up at the ceiling, tears still flowing down. “I don’t want to doubt you, Al. But… how would I know?”
Alastor suddenly picked up the TV demon, holding him as Vox stumbled, trying to stand. “How about I show you? You always love a good performance.”
What did he mean– Holy shit.
Holy shit, this wasn’t happening.
“Al, do you mean–” Vox tried to ask, but was interrupted by Alastor. “Yes, I do mean what you’re probably thinking of.”–Alastor thumped his cane in front of him–“Let’s just say you and I will be very pleased after what happens soon.”
“What– I– uh, Al, I’m not saying no, but it’s my first– Mhm~!” Vox began glitching, but it was immediately halted when Alastor kissed him. Vox instinctively held on to Alastor, not wanting to lose grip on him. Their kiss deepened, Alastor’s tongue entering the former’s mouth, welcoming his tongue. They stayed like this for a moment, Vox never dreaming of letting go of him. Vox’s body was starting to burn up, his core heating.
“Ah, Al, fuck…” Vox gasped in Alastor’s lips, tightening his grip on him. Vox drowned in Alastor’s lips, the Radio Demon’s tongue continuing to invade the smaller man’s mouth. Alastor’s hand reached under Vox’s shirt, fondling his breasts, his claws poking at the soft skin.
“Well, I assume you think that’s enough of that for now, don’t you?” Alastor pulled away, a string of saliva connected the two of them for a moment before dissipating. Vox’s screen wore an obvious blue blush. How cute.
“So are you going to–” Vox asked before Alastor was already unbuttoning the little spheres on his shark pyjamas, working on every little one, slowly and steadily. He then pulled down Vox’s pants, leaving his feminine body totally exposed, in complete view, all for Alastor.
Normally, Vox would be ashamed, offended even. But the person who had their eyes on his bare body was Alastor. His partner. His friend– No, more than a friend. His beloved. Vox didn’t feel a single drop of dysphoria when Alastor saw his feminine properties. Vox, for once, instead of convincing others to trust him, he trusted Alastor.
Vox then watched Alastor undress himself, first removing his bowtie, then the suit and pants. Vox was drowning in the sight; he had never seen Alastor naked before this. His screen glitched briefly, his screen maddened with a blue blush, his antennae generating static electricity. His cooling fans spun wildly, desperate to lower Vox’s temperature.
“What? Flustered, Vincent?” Alastor’s comment only made Vox’s blush grow.
“N-no. I’m not…”
“Come on, Vincent, I can see through you~ You’re clearly flustered.”
Vox lowered his head to the ground in total embarrassment, attempting to obscure the immense blush on his screen. Alastor then grabs Vox by the arm, catching him off guard, and makes him kneel before Alastor while he sits down on the downward edge of the bed.
“Wha— Alastor?!”
“Vincent, this is your last chance to exit from this. Are you sure you really want to proceed?” Alastor waited patiently for the TV demon’s reply.
Holy shit. Alastor was properly asking for Vox’s consent.
Vox gulped before he started, “Yes, I want to continue. I… I don’t want to run away from you.”
Alastor smiled, at least, his smile grew larger than usual, “How brave of you, Vincent. Now, why don’t you be a good boy and prepare me before we start?”
“Good boy.” Holy fucking Lucifer. Vox desperately wanted to hear those exact words from Alastor again.
Vox obeyed(of course) and leaned his mouth into Alastor’s swelling cock, bobbing his head up and down, wrapping his wet tongue around it. Vox sucks hard, building pressure on it, tasting his precious precum.
Alastor pets the top of Vox’s screen as he continues to lap on his dick, making Vox’s blush grow. “Good boy, Vincent.” Fuck, Alastor’s hand on his screen felt so nice, so warm. This made Vox’s body heat up further, his fans pathetically attempting to cool him down. His antennae crackled loudly, forming a heart with electricity before disappearing.
Vox laps on a particular pulsing vein, earning a quiet groan from Alastor. This encourages Vox to suck harder and lick faster. He wanted to hear those words from Alastor, to satisfy him to the fullest.
“Vincent, that’s enough,” Alastor commanded.
As soon as Vox heard that command, he immediately halted everything he was doing and pulled his mouth out of Alastor’s fully erect cock. It looked bigger than what Vox expected; he wasn’t sure if he should be excited or scared.
“Vincent, I’d like you to lie on the–” before Alastor could even finish speaking, Vox already fell back on the bed of his own will. Alastor’s grin widens, appreciating just how much of a whore Vox is acting.
“Ah, mon cheri, you’re being such a good boy today, aren’t you? Such a whore for me…” Vox would usually be angry if anyone called him a whore, especially because he’s transgender. But Alastor calling him that felt different. It felt like he was degrading him, and he needed to obey him more to earn those sweet, sweet compliments from him.
That being said, Vox spread his legs for Alastor, the thrill of having little to no experience of sex, having no idea what is in the unknown of what Alastor is going to do next, amplifying the situation. Alastor walked towards him, first fingering Vox to test the wetness on his priceless pussy, the tip of his claws being dangerously close to the soft walls of Vox’s folds, resulting in a whine from Vox. When Alastor removes his claws from Vox’s pussy, he finds his claws covered in slick. Oh, Vincent claims to be a virgin, yet he’s such a whore.
“Vincent, you’re so wet for me~ I can’t imagine the possibility of you being a virgin. Have you been sleeping with other women or men and telling me that you’re a virgin to me, so it makes you less of a whore? Such a liar are you, Vincent…” Vox couldn’t help but cringe a little at Alastor’s words. Although he certainly was a virgin(he didn’t really find anyone around him attractive even when he was alive, Alastor, in fact, being his bi awakening), those derogatory words towards him still felt somewhat shameful.
Vox’s screen glitched in embarrassment, but this time, he couldn’t look away from Alastor. He watched the TV demon’s stream of electricity between his antennae form into a heart once again, except this time, it’s messier, more disrupted, more wavy. Alastor couldn’t help but chuckle. He really is lovestruck.
Alastor first gives his cock a few strokes, lines it up with Vox’s folds, and finally thrusts it into him. The inexperienced man gasps, his pussy unfamiliar with the sensation of such an object penetrating it. Alastor begins pulling it away, then thrusts it back into him.
“Fuck, Alastor, it hurts…! Is it supposed to be this painful…?” Vox was yelping; he wasn’t sure if this was normal or not. Is this sensation what they call “good”? Are people masochists? No, that would make about 80% of Hell weird creeps. Wait, why does this feel kinda good–
“Vincent, my dear, it will hurt for just a tiny little moment, but I’m sure you will get used to it shortly. For now, just be the good little boy you are and take it.” Alastor explained, catching up with the fact that Vox was really inexperienced. Looks like he wasn’t wrong, after all. “And don’t worry, this will make you forget about the little nightmare you had this morning very soon.”
Vox couldn’t think about that stupid, ridiculous nightmare he had right now. The pleasure was starting to set in, and now Vox understood why people found this so enjoyable. Alastor thrusting into him was the only thing he could focus on. Vox bucked his hips, believing that was what he was supposed to do. And he was correct, it did indeed make it more pleasurable with that motion.
“Ah, Alastor…” Vox moaned out Alastor’s name lovingly, startling Alastor slightly. As Alastor continued to thrust into his sacred hole, Vox kept making obscene noises that he himself didn’t know that he was capable of making.
“Fuck, haah… Al, you feel so fucking good…” Vox was moaning constantly, reaching his hand out for Alastor, but halting because of a particularly good thrust that hit an especially sensitive spot. Alastor froze as he heard those noises from Vox. The Radio Demon stared down at the panting TV demon, who was writhing beneath him. Sure, to Alastor, he always looked like prey, but…
He looked so vulnerable, like a baby bird without its mother. Vox really trusted him, didn’t he? It was pathetic, but it was somewhat amusing. But it felt like…
Vox was his property, his one and only. But Vox wasn’t just someone he owned.
Vox was pathetic, but amusing. More amusing than anything. Adorable, even. But that wasn’t all. Something inexplicable was stirring inside of him. Some… connection with Vox. Was this…
The ridiculously juvenile feeling of love?
No, it couldn’t be. Then why was that feeling so fervent, so intense? Alastor loved Vox? Loving Vox could destroy everything. This meant that everything in his plan failed. Why he accepted that pathetic offer in the first place. Everything. This couldn’t be…
Fuck.
But perhaps, instead of dwelling on that, Alastor needed to embrace it. Maybe he could find some use in his love. Or he could just…
Not finding a use in it at all. Just simply loving Vox.
Fuck, what was he thinking?!
No, calm down, Alastor. I’m sure you can think rationally, like you always do…
…You know what? Fuck it. Fuck the plan.
Alastor had paused all movement for quite a long time now, and by this time, Vox was concerned for him. Was Alastor thinking about something? Was he hurt? Oh shit, did Vox do something? The endless possibilities of Alastor being in pain left Vox in anguish and panic, almost yelling when Vox asked him how he was. “Um, Al, are you okay?! Did I hurt you–”
Alastor suddenly growled, cutting Vox off, additionally making him flinch, also accidentally grinding his folds against Alastor’s dick. “Woah, Alastor?! What happened–”
Vox heard him breathe in slightly, seeming like he wanted to regain his composure, but completely failing, as Alastor pinned Vox to the bed with all his power. This totally caught Vox off guard, trying to ask Alastor what the cause of all this was, before his mouth got slammed shut by Alastor’s claws. Vox was about to protest about this going too far until he saw Alastor’s antlers grow massively, towering over him.
“Vincent, how about instead of whining and being demanding, be a good boy and take whatever I give you while being quiet. It’s much easier that way, do you understand?” Alastor removed his palm from Vox’s screen, allowing him to speak.
Vox shuddered slightly in fear, while also secretly enjoying how powerless he was in this situation. “Y-yes, Alastor.” Vox mindlessly obeyed.
“As always, good boy Vincent.” Vox was pleased at those words, although he had to admit that he feared the things that were about to come.
“Well, I’ll assume that you’re ready now, Vincent.” Before Vox could process what Alastor said, he began relentlessly pounding into the picture box. Way faster and harder than Vox’s liking, especially for a first time. Vox opened his mouth to speak, but bit his lip–though it was more like a screen–as he remembered what Alastor commanded.
Alastor continued to pound into Vox, emitting lewd sounds from him while he desperately tried not to tell him to stop. Hell, even Alastor was grunting slightly from the slamming. The sound of skin slapping filled the room, the only other source of noise coming from Vox and Alastor, well, mostly from Vox, as he moaned and gasped loudly.
Vox was trembling at this point; he knew that he was criminally close, and he desperately wanted to let the other man know. But because of that order, he painfully couldn’t. Vox raised a finger, hoping that Alastor would get the gesture and finally allow him to speak.
Alastor noticed Vox’s finger, sighed disappointingly, and stopped. “What. Speak, Vincent.”
Vox was still somewhat afraid of Alastor’s current form, but he got his confidence up and told him what he wanted him to know.
“Alastor, I’m getting close. I just wanted to give you a heads up.”
Alastor sighed again, this time with more disappointment and with a hint of annoyance. He regained a bit of his senses, at least that’s what Vox thought. “You know, since you’ve been such a good boy for me, I’ll let you speak while you writhe in pain. Good enough?”
Vox wasn’t asking for that, but it was better for him. “Yes, Alastor!”
“Good.”
They then resumed their previous actions, Alastor pounding into Vox again, but this time way harder and faster now that he knew Vox was on the brink. As Alastor was thrusting into Vox, he felt the latter tremble at his mercy, and his breathing quickened immensely, becoming more disoriented. His moans were slurring, and he was moaning out garbled versions of the Radio Demon’s name. Vox was having an orgasm.
Damn it, he’s even tighter like this…
But it wasn’t enough for Alastor. Not nearly enough. So, although Vox was glitching, warnings popping up on his screen, he didn’t stop.
“Wait, Alastor, it’s too much~! Please, could you stop? Please!” Vox pleaded, but all attempts to convince him to stop were ultimately proven futile, as Alastor never faltered. The pleasure was slowly transitioning into pain, and it was torturous.
Alastor stayed silent, ignoring every message and yelp Vox expressed, not even halting when Vox was practically screaming, begging for him to finally stop. “Alastor! Fucking please… It really hurts… I can’t take this anymore…”
It was only when Vox had suffered through a total of four orgasms that Alastor finally came into Vox, the fluid filling his pussy, along with a disoriented groan of Vox’s name. As a bonus point, Vox heard all of that. Alastor clutched Vox like that pillow the latter was clutching this morning.
“Fuck, Al…” Vox mumbled before bluescreening from overstimulation, losing consciousness before Alastor could say anything else.
When Vox eventually awoke, he found himself thoroughly cleaned up, wearing some deer pyjamas. Huh, well, that was the complete opposite of what kind of pyjamas he was wearing this morning.
Now that Vox was awake, he quickly recalled what had happened before he bluescreened. He was having sex with Alastor. It was an intense session, in fact, and it was also his first time having that kind of interaction with someone.
Oh fuck, so many things happened today, and Alastor wasn’t even here.
Like Alastor was some sort of psychic, he entered the room once Vox was just thinking about him. Except he looked just a tiny bit messy from all the fucking they had.
Alastor cleared his throat, fixing his posture to something more natural. “Vincent.”
Vox was shocked by how serious his tone was. “Uh, yes Al?”
Alastor climbed into the bed, sitting next to Vox. Only now had Vox realized he was wearing his shark pyjamas. This made a blue blur appear on Vox’s screen. “I wanted to… apologize for my obsessive nature earlier then. I acted out of turn, and I was being impulsive. It was not quite like me. I will refrain from causing this kind of situation again.” Alastor was still smiling, as always, but Vox observed it closely. It was more crooked than usual, and his ears drooped down.
“O-oh, no worries, Al! I actually had a great time back there, I…” Vox found himself trailing. Alastor never stopped when he told him to. He had boundaries, and Alastor broke them.
…And Vox was touching him when he clearly didn’t ask for it.
Oh fuck.
Vox was a terrible person to him.
“...I’m sorry too. For all the times I hurt you.”
Alastor’s gaze suddenly turned to him. “You’re what?”
“All the times I touched you. When you didn’t ask for it.”
Alastor’s gaze turned back to the void again. “...Shut the fuck up.”
Vox continued, “I just want to let you know that I fucked up, and I’m sorry. You know, Alastor, I really do care about you, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Vox?”
“...Yeah?”
Alastor buried his face in his hands. “I love you…”
Vox’s face brightened, putting a hand on Alastor’s shoulder. “I love you too.”