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Strung up and dizzy, Lucifer wasn't sure exactly where he was. The world looked hazy and his wrists ached. It smelled like smoke and burnt rubber.
Then, a voice.
"Are you sure, Al? He just seems like a lot more fun than you are."
A different voice. One he recognized, albeit fuzzy.
"Absolutely sure. There is nothing that bumbling idiot could offer you that I couldn't do better, and you know it, Vox. You don't want him, you want me."
The haze reduced, and he could see a bit better. A glowing rectangle appeared in front of him, and the light hurt his eyes.
"Who are you?" He mumbled out, his eyes half closed.
The second voice rang out again, accompanied by a sharp scoff.
"Don't you see? He doesn't even know where he is, what good is a partner if he isn't aware?"
The rectangle laughed. It was a cold, mean sound.
"Oh, Alastor..." it sang, and Lucifer felt sharp claws drag their way down his coat, "I think you and I have very different preferences."
Alastor...
...
Red Guy!
Alastor scoffed, disgusted.
"This is low, even for you. You're no better than that filthy insect you copulate with."
The claws paused at his waistband, annoyed.
"Uh, yeah? Why do you think our business works out so well, dumbass?"
Alastor said nothing, and, if he squinted, Lucifer could make out his silhouette a few feet away from the box he was stuck in.
Box. Oval? Egg?
Cage.
"Hi, Alexander," Lucifer smiled dumbly, "what're you doing here?"
"Alastor, sire," he corrected from his chair, "and I suppose that's a good question."
Lucifer felt shaking hands gripping his waistband. They felt angry.
"Would you two stop talking?! You are ruining the mood!"
Alastor rolled his eyes, spinning his chair away.
"Oh, yes, Vox. Groping the King of Hell is a very important moment for you, isn't it? It's not like you'd be able to get into his pants otherwise."
A cable shot out and wrapped itself violently around Alastor's face, shutting him up. A second cabe grappled the bottom of the chair and yanked him forward.
"You don't get to turn away," Vox growled, abandoning Lucifer in favor of caressing Alastor's ears, "you're gonna watch."
Those scary blue claws grew violent, and they tightened around Alastor's ears, crushing them in his grasp.
Lucifer watched absently as Alastor grimaced in a pain he was reluctant to display.
"That's not nice, TV man," Lucifer muttered, focus dancing around the scene, "you're not supposed to do that because of..." he yawned, his eyes half lidded, "because of boundaries."
Vox released Alastor's bruised ears and stepped back up to Lucifer, placing his hands back on his waistband, one claw absentmindedly circling a button.
"You jealous, Lu?" He asked, unhooking the button he had circumnavigated like the shark he was. "I know you want Allie here all to yourself, huh?"
At Lucifer's dazed silence, spent from being used to test charge the machine, Vox chuckled fondly.
"Don't worry, angel," he cooed, pulling down the perfect white suit pants, "I'll let our little Radio Demon watch."
A cyan tongue came out of Vox's mouth, licking his lips expectantly. His claws traced the elastic of Lucifer's underwear, and the same cyan spread across the screen.
"I've always wondered what the King of Hell was packing."
With a shuddering exhale, Vox pulled down the briefs as well.
He skidded to a stop, however, upon what he was met with. Or, more so what he wasn't met with.
"Where the fuck is your dick?" He muttered, bewildered.
He pushed Lucifer's legs apart slightly, as if the appendage was somehow hidden.
"I don't have one," Lucifer laughed deliriously, his focus dancing around Vox's head as if a flutter of butterflies flapped above the screen.
Or moths, he supposed, grasping at his limited knowledge of earthly fauna after his eternities spent down below. Yes, moths would prefer the light.
"What the fuck? You have a kid, how the fuck do you have a kid?"
With a frustrated sigh, he pulled back slightly, his irritated eyes fixed on Lucifer's exposed groin.
"What?" Alastor mocked through the speakers, tilting his head with a fake innocence. "He isn't what you were expecting? Poor little rapist, how tragic."
Vox whipped around, jabbing a finger into the wound on Alastor's chest. "You shut the fuck up!" He snapped, snarling. There was something frightening glinting in his eye, something that Alastor was familiar with. In a wild rampage, he smashed every speaker in the room, pleased when the Radio Demon had been effectively silenced. "Keep being a brat, Al, and you're next, got it?"
Alastor just looked up at him, and, if looks could kill, Vox would have been shot fifty three times.
Vox quickly took a breath, regaining his composure before turning back to the incoherent king. "I guess I can make this work," he said carefully, bringing his hands to rest atop Lucifer's pelvic bone.
Lucifer shivered, shutting his eyes and whining when the cold metal of Vox's claws touched his skin. His body squirmed weakly away from the frigid touch, but it didn't give him much more than a few extra centimeters of leeway.
"Actually," Vox chuckled, yanking Alastor closer, "this might not be all that bad after all."
With a swift, jagged movement, he sunk his claws into Alastor's chest, smiling darkly as perfect, crimson blood seeped from it. Reveling in Alastor's pained groans, he soaked his claws in the deep red liquid. He brought one of the claws to his mouth, licking the length of it. He hummed, far too pleased with himself.
Hesitating for only a second, he pushed Lucifer's legs further apart, glancing up at the king, who was actively dozing off. He brought two fingers to the ivory folds that surrounded his entrance before spreading the tissue apart, peering intently. His eyes widened, and he cackled.
"Holy shit, Al! It's gold!"
He eyed Lucifer hungrily, then swallowed before teasingly prodding it with one of his claws, watching for any kind of a reaction. To his disappointment, there wasn't one. His thin eyebrows furrowed for a moment. God, he hated being ignored. Worse, Alastor was actively watching him being ignored. With another shuddering breath, he sunk a claw into Lucifer. Fuck, he was warm. Not to mention, tight. It made sense, it'd probably been a while since he'd gotten anything up there.
Lucifer, still trapped in his daze, blinked slowly down at Vox as he fingered him. The room was spinning, and he felt so tingly.
"No, thank you," Lucifer mumbled weakly, "I don't know you."
"Shut up," Vox breathed, curling his fingers before sending a jolt of electricity directly into the king.
Almost instantly, Lucifer snapped out of his drained delirium. He sucked in a breath, head whipping around before looking down.
"What the fuck are you doing?! Get off!" He screamed, desperately trying to squirm away. All in vain, of course.
Now, that brought a smile to Vox's sick face.
"There he is!" He cooed, digging his claws deeper into that forsaken bundle of nerves.
Lucifer cried out in twisted agony, his bruised body jolting away fruitlessly.
"Fuck! Get off me, you freak!"
At the racket, Alastor sat up, opening his eyes.
That caught Lucifer's attention.
"Alastor," Lucifer cried desperately, his eyes watering, "please, please help!"
Vox laughed, pulling his claws out. "Oh, Al can't help you," he tittered, admiring the way Alastor's red blood mixed with divine gold on his hand, "he's under a deal right now, aren't you?"
Defiantly, Alastor averted his gaze to the floor, growling beneath the cables. The harsh sound of radio static dug into Lucifer's ears, and he found himself wincing away from the noise.
Lucifer let out a terrified shudder, his insides stinging.
His mental situation only worsened, however, when he looked down to find that bloodied hand stroking Vox's length.
"Fuck, no!" Lucifer shrieked, still frantically trying to writhe away. In a desperate attempt to escape, he flitted unintentionally between his normal and demonic form, and the horns repeatedly jutting out of his head left a dull ache in his skull.
"Fine!" Vox growled, letting go of his hardened dick. "Val!" He called, looking expectantly towards the door.
In barely a second, the giant moth threw open the door, striding inside.
"You called, Voxxy?" He asked, his voice like cheap carnival velvet. His long fingers brought an even longer cigarette to his lips.
"Could you help our gracious leader out?" Vox asked, doing a shit job of hiding his annoyance.
"What," Val cooed, taking a lazy drag from his cigarette, "he can't get it—"
However, upon actually looking at Lucifer, he coughed, sputtering on the pink smoke. He cleared his throat, then put a hesitant hand on Vox's shoulder.
"Vox, cariño, I think your little king is missing something."
Vox cackled, wiping his eye. "Oh, believe me, I know. He's so masculine, isn't he?"
Lucifer growled defensively, his eyes flashing between gold and scarlet.
"Fuck off!"
"What?" Vox purred, cupping Lucifer's cheeks and smearing the horrid mix of bloods across his face. "Feeling insecure? I certainly would if I were you. I mean, I knew you were a little bitch, but I figured that was where the resemblance stopped. Who knew you had more in common with the ladies than just your whininess. I suppose I can't blame you; musta' been your time of the month, huh?"
"You shut the fuck up!" Lucifer snapped, lunging uselessly towards Vox with teeth bared.
Val hummed, unimpressed.
"You know," he said, waving a hand, "I think you're the one who should be doing that."
Where he'd gestured, a gag appeared. It was shining metal, for the most part, with segments of candy apple red leather. It had a large circle in the center, and that circle was quickly shoved into his mouth. Valentino tightened it around his head, and he felt like his brains were being squeezed out. To his horror, the gag left him both unable to speak or bite down, which was really his only defense left.
Valentino knelt down, casually wrapping the fingers of his lower hand around Vox's dick.
"So," he began, stroking Vox absentmindedly, "is he like, trans, or...?"
"Dunno," Vox shrugged, pulling Val in for a quick kiss, which the depraved insect eagerly returned. When he pulled away, Vox gestured vaguely up at Lucifer. "Do you think you could get him going for me?"
Valentino looked like some deplorable version of a kid on Christmas. "I'd be honored," he purred, rising up to his full height, "I always wondered what royalty tastes like."
Before Lucifer could process what exactly was happening, Valentino's mouth was on his. It was a saccharine wasteland that choked its way down his throat, and, to his horror, pooled directly between his legs.
Between his legs, where Vox's staticky tongue was ravaging his insides.
A strange, primal desire took hold over him, and he found himself whimpering pathetically at the intrusion.
He didn't want it. He didn't want it.
Why the fuck did it feel so good?
Stop touching him. Stop it.
He screamed pitifully against the gag, against Val's long tongue. He wanted to be anywhere else. He felt the moth's teeth sink into the skin of his shoulder, and he grimaced. Valentino's sickening pheromones enveloped his brain, and he felt far too warm. What's worse, Vox's tongue had made its way to lap at his clit, which made his hips jolt forwards unwillingly. Lucifer shook his head frantically, sobbing at the barrage on his senses.
"Ay, reyito," Valentino sighed, pulling away to twirl a finger around one of Lucifer's nipples, "just let it happen, would you?"
Vox ruthlessly attacked his clit, plunging three sharp claws into him and scraping them against his walls. Against Lucifer's will, his body took over. He was pushed to his edge and cried out, his hips jolting forward against Vox's hands.
"That's it, baby," Vox breathed, his other hand groping his dick feverishly, "that's right, ride my fingers."
Having made the mistake of making eye contact with Vox's pulsating eye, he felt himself lose what little control he had left. His body obeyed while his mind screamed at him to stop. His hips rolled agonizingly over razor sharp claws, sending tears streaming down his face. He felt each prick to his inner walls, and he wanted to vomit.
Another jolt of electricity just about sent him over the edge, when all stimulation was suddenly yanked away.
"Alright," Vox panted, clutching his dripping dick in his hand, "I think you're warmed up."
With a snap of his soaking fingers, the restraints shifted. His ankles were pulled up and his wrists lowered, which left him angled directly in front of
Oh, fuck.
He shook his head desperately, frantically trying to move away from Vox as he aligned himself with Lucifer's entrance— to no avail. He screamed against Valentino's mouth, feeling Vox's inflamed cock prod his abused hole.
Vox brought a tantalizing hand to Lucifer's jaw, his thumb forcing open one of his eyes.
"Submit," he demanded, and Lucifer did just that. Though his mind still raked at every possible escape, any kind of defense, his body became completely and utterly pliable.
"Good boy," Vox whispered, before roughly shoving himself into Lucifer. The blood acted as a lubricant, but the long gashes along his inner walls mitigated any chance at smooth sailing.
Lucifer's vision went white, and he could have sworn he was going to pass out, but
"Wake up," Vox growled, and Lucifer's watery eyes shot open. Gratingly slowly, he pulled out of Lucifer, granting the fallen angel a brief respite. It didn't last, however.
His hips snapped forward into his bleeding walls, and Lucifer cried out again, only to be dragged into another aphrodisiac laden kiss by Valentino.
He felt Vox's thrusts penetrating him, but his brain was fixed on the chemicals swarming his rationality.
That was until Valentino's clawed thumb snaked around his body and dug into his clit, making bruising circles around the sensitive area. To make matters worse, that new dose of pheromones wasn't doing him any favors.
"You are— nghn—" Vox moaned breathily, digging into Lucifer's hip with his free hand, "so fucking tight."
"I guess it makes sense," Vox goaded, pushing to the hilt with each thrust of his hips, his skin slapping against Lucifer's, "you probably haven't gotten much action recently, huh?"
A new wave of tears flooded down his cheeks, which only seemed to turn the TV on even more. A horrid mix of sobs, moans, and squelching noises echoed off the walls of the room.
With a wicked smirk, Vox's hips pistoned relentlessly into Lucifer, his claws puncturing the skin of Lucifer's hip. He turned his head, pulling Alastor closer with a stray cable.
"Isn't this great?" He asked, husky and manic. When Alastor just glared and averted his eyes, Vox snarled, wrapping the cable around Alastor's waist. He brought the hand that wasn't anchoring himself to Lucifer down Alastor's chest, claws pricking into the angry wound there before trailing down, palming at Alastor's clothed cock in time with each brutal thrust he administered into Lucifer.
"You like this," he breathed, seemingly taking the frustration he held with Alastor out on the bound king, slamming into him, flesh slapping against flesh, "you love this, don't you, Al? You probably wish it was you fucking him." He dug his claws into Alastor's groin, and the Radio Demon winced. "I bet you wish I was fucking you instead, huh? It could have been you, Al."
He opened his mouth to hurl more degrading assumptions at Alastor, but was cut off by a guttural moan. He yanked away his hand from Alastor's crotch in favor of gripping Lucifer's other hip, getting lost in the feeling of the anticipatory pulses that engulfed his cock. Lucifer must have been feeling it, too. If there's one thing Valentino was good for, it was those glorious chemicals dripping from his mouth.
"Fuck, that's nice," he breathed raggedly, roughly wiping the tears from Lucifer's face, pulling one of his eyes open with a sharp claw, "I'm close, Lu, c'mon, cum for me, baby."
As Lucifer sobbed, shaking his head, his body obliged. He felt sick to his stomach as his walls clenched traitorously around Vox's throbbing dick. His head fell back, his chest heaving as the rush overwhelmed his senses. A cacophony of sounds that weren't his own ripped from his lungs, and they all screamed pain.
With a desperate moan, Vox hammered into Lucifer's warmth, thrusting as deep as he could. His hips stuttered and, to Lucifer's horror, he felt Vox release inside of him-- pulsating in hot bursts that felt like acid against the wounds inside of him-- as he panted. His screen was glowing that neon cyan, and Lucifer just couldn't stop sobbing.
"Fuck," Vox sighed, rolling his hips slowly into Lucifer as he rode out his orgasm, "fuck, you felt amazing."
In staggered movements, he pulled out of Lucifer. He smirked at the damage he'd done before wiping his gilded cock off on Lucifer's tattered coat.
He let out an exhausted laugh, reaching behind Lucifer's head to unsnap the gag. It fell to the floor, bringing a trail of gold tinged drool along with it. Lucifer felt his jaw click back into place painfully, and golden blood dripped from the corners of his mouth.
"We should do this more often, Lu," Vox cooed, ignoring Lucifer's sniveling entirely, "you're way too pretty to spend your time in that fuckass hotel." He brought sharklike teeth to nip at Lucifer's neck, which only sent another barrage of terrified tears careening down his face.
"Yeah," Valentino added, pressing a kiss to Lucifer's cheek, "we could make you a star."
Lucifer didn't say anything. He really didn't see anything either, considering just how flooded his eyes were with tears.
"Don't got a smartass quip?" Vox egged, gripping his shoulders.
Valentino waved Lucifer off, caressing Vox's screen.
"Give him a break, baby." He cooed, kissing Vox briefly. "You did just fuck his brains out."
"I guess you're right," Vox purred, letting Val drape his arms over him as they left the room, "don't get too comfortable, Luci!"
Lucifer clenched his eyes shut, his chest heaving painfully. He felt a mixture of blood and semen leak from inside of him and drip down his legs.
Goosebumps pricked his skin, yet he felt like he was on fire.
Agonizingly, he opened his swollen eyes.
Through his tears, he saw an oddly red blur in front of his restraints.
Fuck.
Gaping up at him with uncharacteristically pained eyes was Alastor.
Still silenced by the cables, all he really could do was stare.
Say something, Lucifer.
Say anything, Lucifer!
Just as he was about to open his bleeding mouth, and just as Alastor sat up intently to listen, he was interrupted.
"Oops!" Vox called, causing both prisoners to jolt, startled.
"I almost forgot! Can't have our hostages fraternizing, silly me!"
The cables connected to Alastor's chair were pulled taut, and, before a single word could be uttered, Alastor was yanked from the room.
And Lucifer was alone. More alone than he'd ever felt before.