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“Do you really think you can take on all of Heaven? Sweetheart you haven’t even proven you’re the strongest in hell yet!”
Vox felt a wave of anger wash over him as Alastor pushed away from his desk. He felt one of his internal drives begin to heat up to near dangerous levels as the tacky prick spun around in that damn chair without a care in the world, laughing away like a jackal. Just as steam started to fog up his screen, Alastor took it a step further, giggling to himself as he threw those long, slender legs up in the air before crossing them like a fucking priss.
Because of course that fucking brat would.
Ever since that night in Vox’s office, Alastor had made a point to run his mouth whenever given the opportunity. Whenever Vox made the slightest bit of progress in his plan, Alastor immediately had to comment on it, clearly in an attempt to plant seeds of self-doubt deep within Vox’s psyche by insinuating that the next part of his plan was doomed to fail for one reason or another.
There were times that, for just a brief moment, Vox almost found himself believing Alastor’s words. But his pride refused to let his former friend get under his skin. He’d made too many sacrifices and had come too fucking far to let some washed-up old timer from the fucking thirites get the best of him.
“Can you just shut the fuck up, Alastor? We both know that I’ve done more than prove my worth!” Vox’s claws moved on their own accord, easily slicing through the metal on his desk as he let out a growl. “I’d like to see some weakling even attempt to capture you, let alone get you tied up and kept like a pet!”
On the last word, Alastor stiffened. Radio feedback squealed out as he slowly turned his head around. His neck twisted grotesquely, jutting out at odd angles while the sickening sound of bones crunching filled the air. A moment later, that bright yellow smile came into view, practically glowing as Alastor let out another deranged giggle.
“You know, it’s almost cute how you think it’s a challenge to get me all tied up like this.” Alastor’s grin stretched wider, green stitches manifesting at the seams as the other sinner flicked his tongue out before purring. “Although, you always were a lightweight who never got the chance to see me after a hard night on the town.”
Oh.
Well, that was something to process.
“Excuse me? The fuck do you mean by that?” Vox scoffed, dismissing the rather lewd idea that cropped into his mind. He straightened up, looking down at Alastor while his lip drew back in a snarl. “We both know that you don’t care for that kind of shit. Never have and never will.”
The lights flickered overhead as a buzz of static began to emanate from Alastor. Crimson eyes flashed briefly, morphing into those telltale dials before shifting back into their original state while their owner barked out a laugh.
“Oh my, so ignorant, aren’t you, Vox?”
Each word came out between gasps for air. It made Vox’s auditory processors glitch, barely able to tolerate the pleasant squeals. He gritted his teeth, half tempted to throw the nearest object at the brat to at least try and shut him up.
But as soon as Vox’s hand began reaching for his empty coffee mug, Alastor finally sobered up. He let out a snicker, shaking his head back and forth in the same manner a parent would at a child.
“Don’t look so shocked now!” Alastor’s eyes began to glow as he looked up, the bright light illuminating his handsome face in such a way that it made Vox’s heart skip a beat for a moment. “I’ve been down here far longer than you, Vox. And I’ve done more than this for far less. To those who earned it, of course.”
… Fuck.
That made him ridiculously hard.
Immediately Vox’s mind supplemented him with numerous amounts of generated material of Alastor in multiple scenarios. In some of them, he could clearly see Alastor decked out in leather, almost as if he came off the set of one of Val’s pornos. In others, Alastor was on his knees with ropes of cum painting his face. Only to be strung up like an animal the next second with his hole exposed, open for anyone willing to walk up to him and shove their cock inside and—
Focus!
Heat rose to Vox’s screen as he shut down the intrusive thoughts before they could go any further. His body, however, continued to react to the brief moments of stimuli it was given. His lengths pulsated against his thigh, already leaking and likely staining the inside of his slacks. Which in turn left him with no other option than to cross his legs and squeeze his thighs together, hoping that the pain it caused would make them die down.
Unfortunately for him, though, Alastor noticed his blatant discomfort. The sinner smirked, eyes flicking down to Vox’s groin for the briefest moment before Alastor turned his chair around with a flourish.
“Shame that big ole head of yours only shows your face.” Alastor clicked his tongue as he began to scoot the chair forward, its wheels shrieking loudly while a mocking tone colored his voice. “I’m just dying to know what’s running through that perverse mind of yours.”
“S-Shut the fuck up!” Rage flooded through him, his hand coming up to slam down on the desk with a snarl as his screen began to glitch from the internalized stress. “You’re just pissy that you lost to me, that I beat you fair and square!”
“Really? You’d call a three versus one match fair, Vox?” Alastor’s face morphed into one of pure smugness. His upper lip curled back, exposing more of those sharp teeth. “You must be truly pathetic if that’s your definition of a fair fight! Oh my God, how delusional can you be?”
Vox flinched at the question, a pang of pain shooting through his chest as Alastor began to fall into another fit of insane giggles. The sight reminded him of that faithful night where he asked Alastor to be his business partner. His laughs were the same, amused but so full of pity that it almost made Vox sick to his stomach.
And that hurt more than he cared to admit.
“I guess I shouldn't be too surprised you think that way.”
A heavy sigh followed by a small sniffling sound pulled Vox out of his thoughts. He shifted his gaze to Alastor, growling under his breath as the prick flashed him a smirk while twisting a slender leg around to use the pointed toe of his shoe to wipe away the tears that had formed at the corner of his eyes. “After all, you’ve always needed others to do your dirty work for you, just like any run-of-the-mill parasite.”
“Excuse me!”
The insult bounced around in Vox’s head, echoing over and over again. He was not a fucking parasite of all things. If anything he was the opposite. He took people and crafted them into something better. Something that he could use to fulfil the plan that he’d had for over seventy fucking years.
And he’d be damned if he let Alastor get away with calling him that.
“You think I need those two, Al?” Taking in a deep breath, Vox momentarily closed his eyes in an attempt to regain his cool. He exhaled slowly, schooling his expression into a more neutral one before jumping down from his desk. “After all of these years, you think that I haven’t moved on from that night?”
With just a handful of quick strides, Vox quickly closed the distance between them. Perhaps it was due to how fast he moved, but Alastor seemed caught off guard by it. His ears pressed flat against his skull while crimson eyes narrowed into slits as Vox leaned down until they were face to face.
“I’ve had a lot of time to reflect since then, Alastor,” Vox spoke slowly, keeping Alastor’s gaze while he reached out to stroke a smooth cheek. Alastor, of course, snarled at the contact. But the reaction was more than worth it, spurring Vox to continue. “And most of those thoughts had you in them, sure, but not in the way you’re probably thinking.”
His heart clenched in his chest as he spat the last word out. While, yes, he’d been planning for decades how to knock Alastor down a peg or ten, Vox would’ve been a liar if he said that he hadn’t thought about his and Alastor’s relationship taking a different turn. How things could’ve been different between them if he never asked that stupid fucking question or if Alastor hadn’t shot him down. Hell, maybe at some point they could’ve actually crossed that one point of no return and—
“Aw, now that’s just pitiful!”
Alastor’s grin came back full force as he leaned into Vox’s grasp, cheeks smooshing against Vox’s claws as he purposefully stuck his bottom lip out.
“Poor little Vincent. You really are nothing but a love-sick dog.” Alastor scoffed, dramatically rolling his eyes before jerking away. “I’ll never understand how you survived down here for all these years when you’re just so fucking weak.”
As the last word was hissed out, Vox felt something inside of him snap. His eyes grew wide, the left one twitching rapidly as his systems attempted to process just what the fuck Alastor said to him.
Vox’s hand moved before his mind could fully catch up with what he was doing. He shot forward, grabbing Alastor’s face once more to dig his claws into the supple flesh hard enough to draw blood.
Which, fuck.
Now that was an addicting sight.
“I think you need to be reminded of your place, Alastor.”
Dropping his voice down to a sultry purr, Vox ducked down, smirking as Alastor began to once again struggle in his hold. But this time, he didn’t allow the other overlord to pull away. No, instead he purposefully flicked out one claw to slice open Alastor’s cheek, watching as a pool of scarlet immediately sprang to the surface.
And fuck was that a pretty sight.
Leaning down, Vox allowed his tongue to loll out. Blue-tinted saliva dripped off the tip. It fell soundlessly onto Alastor’s chest, which in turn pulled a shiver from the sinner as Vox closed in on his face. He barely got an inch away before the muscle moved on its own accord, lapping up the spilled blood like it was the most delicate treat in the world.
“You know, I’m getting really sick and tired of your fucking back talk.” Vox lapped up a final drop before pulling back slightly. He chuckled, pleased with the look of irritation that passed over Alastor’s face. “Although, this seems to have shut you up a little. What? Can’t give up enough control to let someone else lick your wounds for you?”
A low, deep growl answered him. But Vox paid no mind to it. Not when he had Alastor right where he fucking wanted him. Instead, he tightened his grip on those surprisingly soft cheeks, eyes trained on the way Alastor’s flesh pressed against his claws.
“Aw, poor thing, so mad he can’t get his way now.” Using his thumb, Vox reached down to stroke Alastor’s bottom lip in a mock soothing gesture. “But it’s okay, that just means it’s time for me to have some fun.”
“And how do you plan to do that?” Another hiss escaped Alastor’s clenched teeth. His ears pressed flat against his skull, showing his obvious displeasure while his face morphed into an expression of pure rage. “We both know that you can’t do anything on your own—mmph!”
Vox wasn’t sure what drove him to close the distance between their mouths. Maybe decades upon decades of anger, desire, and yearning finally caught up to him. Or perhaps some part of his mind just really liked how Alastor looked with blood running down his cheek. Whatever it may be, he barely had a chance to register the fact that he’d already begun to shove his tongue into Alastor’s smart mouth, moaning softly as it flicked along his rival’s cheeks and ran over those sharp, pointed teeth.
However, Alastor certainly took notice.
The kiss had only been going on for maybe a second or ten before Alastor snarled into it. He thrashed in Vox’s hold, growling and grunting as he tried to wriggle free, feet coming up to kick at Vox’s shins.
But all that did was make Vox want more.
He released his grip on Alastor’s cheeks to tangle his fingers through silky red hair, scratching his nails against Alastor’s scalp before harshly jerking the strands. Alastor gasped into the kiss, mouth falling open which granted Vox the chance to delve deeper, moaning shamelessly as he tangled his tongue with Alastor’s own.
Unfortunately, and far too soon for Vox’s liking, the need for air became too great. He broke the kiss first, panting heavily in Alastor’s mouth before letting out a soft groan.
“Fuck that was so hot.” Vox chuckled, flicking his gaze up to meet Alastor’s less-than-pleased one. “I’ve been wanting to do that for years, just to see if it would finally shut you up.”
For the briefest moment, Vox noticed something flash within Alastor’s eyes. An emotion that he’d never seen the other sinner express, but one he couldn’t quite put his finger on. It wasn’t disgust or rage as he expected. No, it was softer almost, but not to the point where Vox could mistake it for something akin to joy.
Just what is going through this freak's twisted head?.
“Seems like you certainly enjoyed it, Vox.”
Alastor’s voice snapped Vox out of his musings, but when he turned his attention back to Alastor, he noticed that his former friend wasn’t looking at him any longer. Those sparkling pools of red had shifted downwards, taking in the sight of Vox’s rather prominent—
Oh.
“So I guess this is the kind of filth that gets a pervert lil you off, hmm?” Alastor clicked his teeth, tilting his head up to meet Vox’s gaze once more. Without breaking eye contact, he lifted one of his legs, pressing the tip of his pointed shoes against Vox’s lengths. “Although given the company you keep, I shouldn’t be too surprised.”
Before he could even think to stop it, a soft moan spilled from Vox as his hips jerked on their own accord. Sparks of pleasure raced down his spine as his cocks twitched, more than ready to be let out of their confines and shoved into the nearest available hole.
Which, at this rate, might end up being Alastor’s smart fucking mouth.
“S-Shut the fuck up,” Vox whined as he continued to grind against Alastor's foot, all but humping it like a damn mutt as he growled up. “Just be happy I haven’t taken them out and shoved them down your throat yet.”
“Them!?”
Startled shock colored Alastor’s voice as his foot left Vox’s groin. The lack of friction made him groan in annoyance as his length pulsated, spilling even more droplets of pre to coat the inside of his likely ruined underwear. But he recovered quickly, schooling his features once more before shooting Alastor a wicked smirk.
“Yeah, them Alastor.” Vox chuckled as he moved his hand to palm himself openly. He pressed his fingers against the thin fabric, watching as Alastor’s eyes grew wide when the outline of his cocks were exposed. “See you know how it goes with animal anatomy and all that I’m sure.” Vox chuckled as he palmed himself, moaning under his breath. “And let me tell you, I’ve been dreaming of the day when I finally get to use them to put you in your place.”
“Oh trust me, I know.”
The sudden shift in Alastor’s voice made Vox pause. He stiffened, unable to move as Alastor leaned forward, hot breath ghosting over the damp spot on his slacks.
“You know this reminds me of that one time we went out together.” Crimson eyes flicked towards, shimmering with mischief as Alastor’s tongue peeked out to lightly lap at the straining tips. “I’m sure you remember it. It was the time I almost fell asleep on your shoulder after a few too many fingers of whiskey. Why, you got so flustered that you had to excuse yourself to the restroom to take care of a similar problem.”
Wait.
How that fuck did he know that?
“What—how?” Taking a step back, Vox covered the bottom half of his screen with a hand to try and hide some of his embarrassment. “There’s no fucking way you heard that! I was fucking discreet back then!”
“Apparently not.”
Alastor’s voice dropped to a purr as he scooted the chair forward. Almost in slow motion, Vox watched as his demeanor changed, shifting from obvious annoyance to something darker, more dangerous even.
And fuck did that do things to him
“Although, it’s kind of hard to ignore when someone screams your name upon climax.” Alastor stopped just a few inches before Vox, tilting his head up with a smug grin stretching across his face. “If I really wanted to, I’m sure I could find the recording of it on my staff. Maybe once you’re dead, I can play it for all of Hell and let them know how truly pathetic you were.”
Vox felt his heart begin to pound rapidly in his chest as a myriad of emotions swirled through his entire being. Shock, frustration, sadness, and many many more tore throughout this whole system as one thought became crystal clear in his mind.
Alastor knew how he felt this whole time.
Through every conversation, spat, or brief instance of running into each other; Alastor knew that Vox had feelings for him. He knew that Vox wanted nothing more than to become… something more. And now the tacky prick was treating it as a joke.
No. Fuck that.
“So you really knew all along?”
He barely waited for Alastor to respond before ducking down once more. The space between them passed in a blur of movement as he all but slammed their faces together, tongue already out and pushing past Alastor’s teeth so that he could shove it down the bastard's throat.
The reaction was instant. Alastor let out a shocked groan, his body tensing against Vox’s own as Vox continued to plunder the inside of that smart mouth. Growls welled between both of them as their tongues tangled, teeth snapping against one another as both tried to take over the kiss. Only for the sharp points to nick the other’s tongue. Blood pooled between their lips, something that in most situations Vox wouldn’t really care for.
But right now? He found himself damn best addicted.
Moaning into the kiss, Vox’s hands found purchase in Alastor’s hair once more. He yanked hard on the bastard’s hair, relishing in every little pathetic sound the action granted him while he eagerly lapped up every drop of their combined blood.
“Never took you to be such a kinky fuck, Al.” Vox broke the kiss with a groan. He flicked out his tongue to collect the last few drops of bitter blood that rolled down the edge of his screen before licking at Alastor’s kiss-swollen lips. “Although, now that you’ve spilled my little secret, how about I show you another one?”
“W-What—!”
Any questions Alastor might’ve had were cut off as Vox snapped his fingers. Within a matter of seconds, several of his cables descended from the ceiling. Their plugs tore at Alastor’s clothes, starting at his jacket and shirt first, revealing miles of both marked and unmarked flesh for Vox to gawk at.
“Fuck, you have a nice body, Al.” Unable to help himself, Vox reached out, tracing the curves of Alastor’s pectorals while his cables made quick work of shredding Alastor’s pants and underwear. His gaze shifted lower, eyes growing wide as Alastor’s own erection was brought into full view. “And it seems like you’re enjoying all the attention I’m giving you.”
“K-Keep telling yourself that, Vox.” Alastor snapped, struggling against the cords as the rest of his clothing was swiftly removed and thrown onto the floor in pieces. “Maybe I just get enjoyment out of proving that you’re worthless, ever think about that?”
“Hm, we’ll see soon enough.”
With another snap, Vox willed for the cables to maneuver Alastor around in the chair. It took a few moments and a couple cracks of Alastor’s bones, but soon enough he was face down, ass up. His cheeks were spread wide by the cords, granting Vox a perfect view of his puckered hole.
Which… God above.
“Fuck, you should see yourself, Al. You’re fucking beautiful back here.” Drool gathered in Vox’s mouth as he stepped forward, eyes roaming over the expanse of Alastor’s ass before they landed on his former friend’s heavy cock. “And you’re still rock hard too. Who’s really the freak now, huh?”
Alastor snarled in response, turning his head to look over his shoulder. His cheeks were stained red while murderous intent flashed in his eyes. But there was something else there that made Vox’s cocks throb in his slacks.
Desire.
“Don't get too cocky now, Vox. Remember, it’s not like you’re the first to have me this way.”
The words came out in a hiss as those bright crimson eyes narrowed, focused on Vox as he spat into his hand and began to coat his fingers in saliva. But Vox didn’t pay much attention to the death glare he received. How could he when he was just a few moments away from finally being inside Alastor like he’d been dreaming of for all these years?
“I may not be the first, but I guarantee I’ll be the last.”
Not wanting to waste anymore time, Vox dipped his hand down and plunged two fingers inside of Alastor’s hole. The reaction was instant. A shrill bout of feedback rang out while those hot, slick walls began to contract. They fluttered softly around Vox’s fingers, squeezing him in such a way that he had to stop himself from ripping them out and taking Alastor right then and there.
“Holy fuck, you’re so tight.” With a hiss, Vox began to pump the digits at a steady rate, making sure to spread them wide for what was to come next. “And you’re sucking me in too, almost like you don’t want me to leave.”
“Y-You wish.” A strangled groan spilled from Alastor as he jerked his hips, forcing Vox’s fingers to withdraw slightly. “If anything, I want you to remove your filthy hand from me. God knows where it’s been.”
Unable to help himself, Vox chuckled at the brattish behavior. He was half tempted to tell Alastor of all the places his hand had been. Around his cocks, inside Val. Hell, even his assistant got the privilege of feeling him on occasion.
But they all paled in comparison to Alastor.
“Maybe I’ll tell you all about it after I’ve fucked you senseless.” Vox curled his fingers, biting back a moan when Alastor’s back arched like a bow in response. “For now, though, I want to hear what kind of noises I can pull out of you.”
He didn’t wait for Alastor to respond. Instead, Vox continued his ministrations in earnest, only pausing to lean forward and allow for more saliva to drip off his tongue and onto Alastor’s hole before sliding a third digit in.
Beautiful didn’t even begin to describe the sight before him. Every time Vox pushed his fingers inside, Alastor’s face would twist in an expression of sheer pleasure. Those sharp, yellow teeth would sink into the soft flesh of his lip, ripping it open entirely before droplets of blood began to run down his pointed chin. It’d likely stain the chair, sure, but Vox didn’t mind. It was just further proof that he’d put Alastor in such a state.
The rest of Alastor’s body was just as amazing. His chest heaved every time Vox sank his fingers in deep, stroking that little bundle of nerves that he knew made Alastor see stars. Between his legs, Vox noticed that his cock was weeping as well, dribbling clear droplets of pre that immediately soaked into the fabric of the chair.
It amazed him how quickly they fell into an established rhythm. Every time Vox withdrew his fingers, Alastor would let out a barely audible whine. His hole would clench around nothing, almost as if it missed how full Vox was making it feel. Or, if Vox slammed his fingers in hard, Alastor could cry out, legs trembling as he struggled to keep himself upright from the onslaught of pleasure Vox knew he was providing.
But soon enough, Vox found himself craving more. Sure, he could stand there for hours and just play with Alastor’s hole until it was loose enough to shove his whole hand inside. But he didn’t have the patience for that. Not when he could feel the seams of his zipper begin to give away, signalling that his cocks were in fact hard enough to burst through his slacks on their own accord.
“God, I need more, Al. I’m done fucking around.” With a growl, Vox all but ripped his fingers from the tight entrance, dipping his hand down to undo his pants in a hurry. He hissed as his cocks were exposed to the cool air, only to groan as he pressed the tips of them against Alastor’s hole. “I need to be inside of you. Can’t fucking take it anymore.”
Clicking his fingers once more, he summoned a small bottle of lube. With speed he didn’t even know he possessed, Vox made quick work of slicking his length up, coating them liberally before throwing the bottle over his shoulder.
“W-Wait, you’re not going to put them both in, are you?” Alastor let out a choked sob, and when Vox met his gaze, he couldn’t help but notice tears of pleasure filled those jewel-like eyes. “You have to be insane to think they’ll fit. A moron, really.”
While it was intended as an insult, Vox couldn't help but laugh as Alastor was once again trying to talk his way out of shit. He leans forward, moaning as his cock heads dipped inside that tight heat. His vision glitched at velvet walls squeezed him, his bucking on their own as he fought the urge to slam down to the root.
For the moment at least.
“Then called me fucking stupid because that’s exactly what I plan on doing.” Vox ran a soothing hand over Alastor’s backside, lightly scratching the skin there with the tips of his claws. “Don’t worry, though, you’ll be drooling for more by the time I’m done with you.”
He didn’t bother to hear whatever pathetic plea Alastor was about to give him. Not when his self-control was only a second away from snapping in two right then and there. He surged forward, gritting his teeth as his cocks sank to the root, stretching Alastor’s him wide enough that little droplets of blood began to form around the rim.
“Holy fuck you’re so tight. You might squeeze my dicks off!” Vox spoke above Alastor’s screams, moving his hands to grip those slender hips as he gave a tentative thrust. “Fuck, it’s almost like your slutty hole wants me to stay!”
“Fuck you!”
While his voice took on a more demonic tone, there was no denying just how much Alastor seemed to be enjoying himself. His eyes twisted shut in pleasure while his hips slowly rocked against Vox’s, almost like he was trying to get him to go even deeper.
God that’s hot.
“Maybe one day if you beg, but not today, Al,” Vox smirked as he rolled his hips, angling them to brush against that one spot deeper inside Alastor. He was rewarded with a sharp moan, followed by Alastor’s back arching like a bow as he continued to strike the spot over and over again.
“Fuck Vox! Right there, oh fuck!” Alastor cried out, his head hanging low as he screamed into the chair’s seat. His entire body trembled as sobs escaped him, trembling with each brutal thrust Vox gave him. “Come on now, or are you too useless to fuck me properly?”
Fucking brat.
Reaching down, Vox took a handful of Alastor’s hair in hand and quickly jerked the other sinner upright. He pressed them together until they were flush with one another, panting harshly as he picked up his pace even further.
“I’ll fuck you alright, don’t worry, Al.” With a snarl, Vox surged forward, smacking their hips together hard enough to bruise. “You just gotta be a good little bitch and take it.”
Another pitiful whimper left Alastor when Vox released his hair. He slumped forward, moaning like a bitch in heat while Vox took a moment to reach down and take his much smaller length in hand, stroking it in time with his thrusts.
“What? Nothing more to say?” Chuckling darkly, Vox effortlessly flicked his wrist, dragging the tip of his thumb over Alastor’s cockhead to smear that pre that’d gathered there. “That’s fine by me. I planned on leaving you speechless by the end of this anyways.”
A scream was torn from Alastor’s throat as Vox started to squeeze his cock a little harder while pumping his hips at a steadier rate. The sound of flesh pounding flesh quickly took over, though, coupled with the loud, desperate cries of Vox’s name spilling from Alastor’s lips.
However, Vox found himself drawing close to his end far too quickly for his liking. But he couldn’t help it! Alastor’s walls were squeezing his cocks to tight, almost like his ass was a fucking vice that was determined to milk him for everything he was worth.
“Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m gonna cum, Al. Gonna fill you up like a cheap slut!” Vox’s breath came out in heavy pants as his hips began to stutter. He bent down, pressing his screen into Alastor’s shoulder before nipping at the sweat-slick flesh there. “I know you’re close too. Come on, let me see you break and cum on my cocks.”
The only answer he received was a choked sob as his hand began to move faster on Alastor’s length. Tight walls fluttered around his cock, signaling that Alastor was just as close as he was. With each stroke more pre flowed from the leaking tip, creating a loud, wet sound as Vox’s fist smacked against his pubic bump.
“I-I am, fuck!” Alastor let out another cry, head falling forward as he attempted to pump his hips into Vox’s fist. “Shit, right there! Keep hitting that spot—mmh!”
Vox felt his eyes grow wide as Alastor’s entire body stiffened beneath him. A wave of warmth washed over his fingers, coating them in Alastor’s spend while those slutty hips continued to jerk forward. Vox groaned at the thought of being covered in Alastor’s cum, only to let out a breathless moan as those tight walls clenched around him, pulsating rhythmically as he picked up the pace.
“That’s it, so fucking perfect, Alastor!” With a snarl, Vox drew his hand back to slap at Alastor’s ass again, hissing as the firm flesh jiggled slightly. “I’m right there—Oh god, here it comes!”
With a final cry, Vox felt his hips stutter as he slammed down to the root. His cocks twitched, rapidly filling Alastor’s fucked out hole to the brim before little streams began to leak out. It created a mess between them, sure. But with how floaty his body felt, Vox couldn’t even find it within himself to care.
Not when another idea decided to enter his mind.
“Holy fuck, you’re so fucking out of it, aren’t you?” Slowly, Vox pulled his cocks out, eyes trained on Alastor’s hole as a gush of cum leaked out of him. “Man, and sloppy too! You don’t even care that you’re covered in my cum, do you?”
“… No.”
The word came out in a whisper, so soft that for a second Vox thought it was a glitch in his auditory system. But all it took was one look at Alastor’s flushed face to know that he’d heard the other demon correctly.
And to solidify the plan he formed.
“Well then, how about we up the stakes a little?” Vox grinned as he rested his cocks on Alastor’s cheeks, chuckling to himself when it earned him another pitiful whimper. “Let’s see how you like being covered in this.”
He didn’t wait for Alastor to ask what ‘this’ was. Instead, Vox closed his eyes for a moment to focus as he rocked his hips forward. He tried his best to hone in on the fullness he felt in his lower half, trying to will his body that it was just enough that he could relieve himself without any issue.
Come on now, Val has made me piss with less than this in the tank. Concentrate.
It took a few moments of deep breathing, but eventually Vox felt that telltale feeling well up. And after another beat, a familiar warmth began to dribble from his lengths, flowing down Alastor’s skin as a pleased sigh left his lips.
“Ah yeah, that’s the stuff.” Vox moaned softly as more liquid left him. He blinked his eyes open, breath hitching as he watched the small streams drip down the back of Alastor’s thighs. “God, you should see how you look. Fucked full of cum and being used as a urinal. So fucking hot.”
Alastor hummed softly in acknowledgment, but otherwise stayed silent as Vox finished up. There was no great flourish or anything when the last drop left him. Only an overwhelming feeling of pride that he’d managed to debase the radio demon of all people in such a way.
“I think this look suits you better, Al.” Taking a step back, Vox wrapped his hand around his cocks, lightly smacking their dripping tips against one of Alastor’s cheeks before releasing them. “And it’s only made better than in the one who did it to you.”
“Mhm, although I am curious.”
Static crackled in the air as Alastor lifted his head. His crimson eyes were glazed over with lust, hazy as they struggled to focus on Vox.
“What do you wish to do with me now, Vincent?”
Oh.
Oh fuck.
Vox felt his cocks twitch against the side of his thigh at the sound of his former name, already half hard and ready for another round inside of Alastor’s tight ass.
“Really? You still want more?” Vox clicked his tongue as he took in the sight of Alastor’s disheveled form. Truly, the demon looked his best with a glistening pool of urine at his feet while his hole fluttered, dripping cum that Vox knew he’d likely be leaking for at least a week.
But it wasn’t enough.
“Hmm, I wouldn’t be opposed to it.” Alastor groaned softly, lifting his hips and allowing that pert ass of his to sway back and forth. “It’s been too long since I’ve had my fun. And even bad dogs deserve a bone once in a while.” Red eyes peered out from over Alastor’s shoulders, twinkling with mischief as he shot Vox a wink. “And I’m finding myself in a charitable mood.”
Is that so?
While part of Vox was tempted to do nothing more than to slide back into Alastor’s tight heat, he knew better. This was just the brat’s way of trying to bait him once more, to get him to act irrationally so he’d make another mistake that Alastor could mock.
But not this time.
“Actually, how about this,”
Without giving Alastor a moment to even blink, Vox drew his hand back. A wide grin split across his screen as he swung, smacking the meat of Alastor’s ass with enough force to send the chair hurtling across the floor.
“Why don’t you just sit there like a good slut.” He panted softly, turned on by the slight sting of his palm and the sight of Alastor’s red backend. “I still have a lot of work to do. But maybe when I’m done I’ll play with you again.”
“You’ll what—oh!”
The rest of Alastor’s complaint was cut off as Vox clicked his fingers. In an instant, a rather large plug appeared inside of Alastor’s hole. A little special something Val had given him a few years back for the rare times he felt like being stretched open.
Although it looked better stuffed in Alastor.
“You heard me, sit there and look pretty for me, Al.” Vox closed the distance between them once more, reaching down to press the small, barely noticeable button at the base of the plug. He chuckled as it instantly came to life and began to vibrate deep with his rival. “When I’m done, I’ll either play with you, or I’ll just admire how your slutty body reacts to this. How does that sound?”
“W-Wait,” A warbling moan escaped Alastor. Pitiful in nature, shrill, and so full of desperation as he turned to look at Vox once more. “You can’t be serious!”
“Oh, but I am.”
Vox barked out a laugh as he snapped his fingers once more. Immediately, his cables shifted Alastor around, planting the radio demon back into an upright position while he turned to walk towards his desk.
“As I said, if you behave yourself, I’ll let you have more.” With practiced ease, Vox tucked himself back into his pants before sitting down, reaching for a pen that’d rolled out of place on his desk. He glanced up, smiling to himself as Alastor began to wriggle in a pool of cum and piss. “But until then, just sit there and keep making those pretty noises for me...”