Chapter Text
The elevator door closed with a soft whistle, encapsulating the tension between the two overlords.
Alastor had stormed into Vox's suite like a technological nightmare, mocking his pristine organization, and the screens that watched everything. Alastor's smile was wider than ever, his red eyes gleaming with malevolent delight as he walked through Vox's room as if it were his own.
—Isn't it charming? Everything so... synthetic —Alastor said, running a gloved finger over a glossy console.
—Get out of my room, Alastor —ordered the television-headed demon, his digital face flickering with restrained fury.
The Radio Demon continued mocking and unleashing his venomous remarks, ignoring his rival's request; he was entertained by annoying him and driving him mad until a physical confrontation ensued, which always ended in his victory.
Vox looked uncomfortable and, above all, frustrated. He had spent the entire day attending meetings and enduring the bad temper of the famous porn overlord, and that unhinged psychopath had managed to piss him off even more.
—I’ve reached my limit —he announced irritably; he had had enough sarcasm.
—Limit? —Alastor laughed, his voice a symphony of static—. Limits are for those who fear to explore what lies beyond.
Fed up, Vox headed to his private elevator, the only escape that didn’t involve passing through the chaos Alastor had left in his apartment. The reddish demon, of course, followed him like a relentless shadow, entering just as the doors closed.
—An intimate trip, Vox? How romantic —joked the Radio Demon, moving dangerously close.
Just as Vox was about to shout at him, the entire tower seemed to exhale. The elevator lights flickered one last time before plunging into darkness, followed by a sharp squeal from the motor and then, a deathly silence. The only light came from Vox’s head, a blue glow that cast long, distorted shadows on the metal walls.
—Perfect —Alastor whispered into the darkness, his voice sounding close, almost intimate.
—No —Vox replied, his voice tense but with a different undertone—, it’s not perfect —he leaned back against the wall, but didn’t cross his arms; he remained still, watching as the faint blue light outlined Alastor’s figure.
—Trapped? —Alastor’s laughter echoed, a sharp, exciting sound—. I’d say it’s… intimate. No gossipy cameras.
Vox didn’t reply. The anger was there, yes, but beneath it, there was something else; something that had always been there, buried under layers of rivalry and contempt. Alastor was his tormentor, but also his only equal, the only one who didn’t kneel before his power.
—What’s wrong, TV? Are you out of words? —Alastor mocked, moving closer until Vox could feel the heat of his body.
—On the contrary —Vox denied with a smile, his voice low and dangerous—, I was thinking… you owe me an apology for the stress.
Alastor burst into laughter. —An apology? Never!
—You were wrong, Alastor —hissed the television, its face inches from his. The blue light of its screen reflected Alastor’s smile, which hadn’t faded, but now seemed tighter and more defiant—. You thought this was just another game, but here, there are no rules. Only me.
Alastor’s tail, a short, bushy thing with red hair at the tip, bristled and thrashed nervously against the wall. —Let go-! —he began, but Vox cut him off with a kiss.
It wasn’t a kiss of love. It was a conquest kiss, burnished, brutal, nibbling at his lips until Alastor, with a growl of frustration and desire, returned the aggression. Their teeth clashed, a battle of dominance that Vox was determined to win. His hand freed Alastor's coat and slid down, gripping his buttocks tightly and pulling his hips together. He was hard, and so was he.
—Vox... damn you... —the deer demon gasped when they separated for a second.
—You adore me, I know it —Vox replied, laughing. His other hand began to unbutton Alastor's pants with clumsy but determined movements—, and I'm going to collect on my apology.
Alastor's pants fell to his ankles along with his underwear, revealing his erect member, which throbbed in the blue gloom. Vox looked at him with a triumphant smile.
—Look at that, all that sarcasm hiding this —he pushed him against the wall again—. Turn around —he growled eagerly—, put your hands on the wall.
For a moment, the Media King thought Alastor would refuse, but the Radio Demon, with a low, defiant chuckle, obeyed. He turned, placing his hands on the cold metal. His tail twitched restlessly behind him, a whip of barely contained excitement.
Vox positioned himself behind him, unbuttoning his own trousers and freeing his erection. He spat into his hand and lubricated himself, his eyes never leaving Alastor.
—You're going to learn not to mess with me —he said, his voice a low growl.
—Go ahead... if you dare —Alastor challenged, looking over his shoulder, his red eyes blazing.
That was all Vox needed. He gripped one of Alastor's hips and, with a powerful, merciless thrust, plunged deep inside him. Alastor cried out, a high-pitched sound of pain and pleasure lost in the confined space of the elevator. His tail slammed violently against the other's bluish-gray abdomen.
Vox didn't give him time to adjust. He began to move, thrusting with a brute force that made the entire elevator shudder. Each stroke was deep and punishing; the sound of his skin hitting Alastor's filled the silence, along with Vox's hoarse gasps and Alastor's muffled moans, which were now turning into moans of pure lust.
—Like this... do you like it? —Vox muttered through gritted teeth, leaning over Alastor's back—. Being dominated by the boring TV?
—Shut up... and... keep moving! —Alastor groaned, pushing his hips back to meet each thrust.
Vox obeyed, increasing his pace. One of his hands slid down Alastor's abdomen until it found his member, which was dripping precum. He began to masturbate him in time with his thrusts, squeezing inward with each movement. The double stimulation was too much for his enemy. His head fell forward, his legs trembled, and his tail twitched awkwardly.
—Vox... Vox... I'm going to... —he stammered, lost in a sea of sensation.
—Go ahead —Vox growled—. Finish for me.
With a cry that was half laugh, half moan, Alastor collapsed. His body tensed, and he ejaculated violently onto the elevator wall, staining the polished metal. The contraction of his internal muscles pushed Vox to the edge. With a few final, deep thrusts, Vox also reached his climax, emptying himself inside Alastor with a roar of satisfaction.
They stood like that for a moment, leaning against the wall, panting in the darkness. The only sound was their ragged breathing.
And then, as if on cue, the elevator lights flickered and blazed with a blinding light. The motor whirred again, and the elevator resumed its gentle descent.
They separated quickly, straightening their clothes with almost comical haste. Alastor adjusted his topknot and smoothed his hair, trying to recover from his recent orgasm.
Vox looked at him with a mocking smile. —I didn't know you were that kind of guy.
The infernal broadcaster shot her a look that said, «Shut up» and cleared his throat.
—I'll eat your guts if I see this in the papers.
A sharp noise interrupted them, announcing their arrival on the main floor. The door opened, revealing the reception area of Tower V.
They both stepped out gracefully. «As if I hadn't fucked him» the TV presenter thought when he saw Alastor walking faster, his characteristic smile on his face.
Upon reaching the entrance, the electric door opened, sensing their presence, but Alastor didn't emerge immediately.
—It's always a pleasure to visit you, darling —he winked in a honeyed voice before vanishing.