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“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Vox asked nervously, facing Alastor.
“I’m quite sure I can handle it, Vox. We won’t get anywhere trying on just any sinners, will we?” Al replied, tilting his head to the side. His ears flopped as he did, catching Vox’s eyes. “Stop worrying your little head about it, this is the most efficient way to know.”
Vox swallowed. Alastor wanted Vox to try to hypnotize him. They wanted to see just how powerful his ability had gotten, and there was no sinner more powerful in hell than the Radio Demon himself. But something about this felt wrong.
Alastor was too strong for him to be successful by pure chance; he would have to resist or give in willingly. Vox wondered if it would even successfully give them a good idea to gauge his power if it was agreed upon.
“But if you don’t resist it, how are we going to know?” he asked, looking away for a second, “And- and I don’t really want to.. force you.”
Alastor giggled, waving his hand around. “It’s adorable you think you could win against me!” Vox flushed, shoulders creeping up beside him by themselves. “I suppose you’ll have to persuade me.” Alastor leaned back against the couch, waiting with a smile. “Do not go thinking I will make it easy on you for a simple test, my dear.”
Vox fidgeted with the hem of his sweater, watching the way Alastor’s body sank into the soft cushions of the couch. Oh, what the hell. They might as well try. The worst that could happen was failure. Though Vox wasn’t quite sure he was ready for the look of amused disappointment that might swim in Alastor’s eyes if he did fail.
He took a breath and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he activated his power while staring deeply into Alastor’s. “Alastor,” he started, “I want you to listen to me.” His tone was stern, but he couldn’t hide the slight tremble in his voice that often came with the intensive feeling of Alastor’s gaze.
“I’m listening, pal.” He smiled. Vox frowned. Was he mocking him? He moved closer, ignoring Alastor’s soft hum, to get a better sense of control.
“You will listen to me, do as I say. Don’t resist, just let it happen,” Vox pressed. He felt his concentration falter at just how close he was to Alastor’s face. There was an annoying smirk on his lips, like he knew something he shouldn’t. Alastor hummed in a sigh.
“I suppose you still have work to do, hm, Vox?”
Vox’s chest boiled. Something in him flipped, anger distorting his face. No. He wanted to win. He needed to prove himself stronger than Al was letting on.
He grabbed Alastor’s face, claws resting dangerously against the soft skin of his cheeks, before he growled, “Let yourself go, give in to me.” Alastor’s eyes widened just a second before his body went slack, sinking deeper into the cushions with a dopey smile. Vox startled, letting go of his face as if it burned. “Holy shit,” he blinked, “it worked?”
Alastor didn’t react. Vox looked down his body, searching for any sign that he was just playing, but he was boneless, a destringed puppet. The sight of Alastor so pliant before him seemed to stir suppressed feelings within back to the surface, creating disturbance in his guts. Vox swallowed, looking back into Alastor’s eyes and finding them staring at him. There was something odd about the look, something that was not usually present in Alastor. Other than the faint hypnotic pattern mimicking his own.
“Al?” Vox pressed a hand to his chest, something he knew Alastor would grumble about if it wasn’t for his current hold on him. Thoughts raced in his mind, things he wasn’t proud to admit, but when his eyes drifted down to the slight tuft of fur he could see peeking from Alastor’s comfortable shirt, they won. If Alastor didn’t want this, he was surely strong enough to break out of the hypnosis. All he was really doing was furthering the test. “You- you want this, right? I can feel you trembling. Stop holding back.”
The second the words left his mouth, Vox found himself on his back. When he went to speak, the sound died in his throat at the sight of Alastor growing larger with every breath, until he had nearly quadrupled his size. His eyes had turned black, nothing but red dials staring at him. A shredded mouth embroidered with stitches barely covered too many teeth, while his antlers grew to monstrous proportions.
Oh shit, he was pissed.
“Woah! Hold on, Al, I didn’t mean it, wait!” Vox switched off the hypnosis, hoping it’d stop it. A shiver ran up his spine when Alastor didn’t change back. He placed a hand on his chest, fingers splaying out, covering his entire torso, keeping him pinned to the couch. Vox frantically searched his frame for any sign of Alastor, only to land on something unexpected. “O-oh..!”
Straining against Alastor’s pants was an obvious bulge. Vox had never seen him like this before. Or anywhere close. He’d dreamed about it many times, had allowed his mind to wander further than he felt comfortable saying, but being faced with it was a completely different experience. His body flushed immediately, threatening to overheat as Alastor’s thumb breached the hem of his pants, pushing them down and revealing Vox’s own erection trapped behind his underwear.
“Wa-wait, Al, fuck,” he stammered. This wasn’t… right. Alastor wasn’t in his right mind. Something had gone wrong with the hypnosis, surely. Yet still, a part of Vox couldn’t help but crave it. “Alastor, what- stop?” he asked, more by courtesy. He was no longer controlling him, so in a way, it was still Alastor acting. If he kept going, it was because he’d secretly wanted this too.
Alastor did not stop. Vox’s pants were short from torn off his body, a feral likeness to Alastor that sent chills up his spine, mixing with the undeniable amount of pure arousal aching in his bones. Nervousness twisted around his lungs, but he couldn’t ignore the want that tingled on his fingertips, translating to sparks running along his skin.
“O-okay, calm down, Al.. Not that I don’t want this, but you’re kind of big,” he chuckled, trying his best to bury his nerves. Static emitted from Al’s mouth in guise of words. He glanced down at the large bulge in Alastor’s pants. He was starting to lose the battle with his instincts telling him to run, but by the gods, did he not want to run. Would he ever get another chance?
Though Alastor almost felt more like a predator. Wrapping his large claws around Vox’s body, he pulled him upwards, leaving nothing but his head and shoulders on the couch. Vox’s legs flailed for a second before Alastor’s mouth opened, an abnormally large tongue slipping from his tattered lips. Vox swallowed hard, feeling his guts tighten.
Oh.
Oh no.
—
Hot.
Hot, hot, hot.
The only coherent words Alastor could make out in the buzzing of his mind, overwhelmed by an unwelcome warmth. He was… hungry. But not for food, for something he was very much unacquainted with. A need he very rarely had. At the very least, certainly not in this way.
His vision nearly doubled, like he’d drunk one too many whiskeys, only he was as sober as could be. This feeling, this need itching underneath his skin, it was Vox’s fault.
And right now, the culprit looked like an easy meal.
Squirming in his hand like a caught fish, babbling things Alastor could barely understand. His mind was flooded with disturbance, only a primal desire for a feast distinguishing itself from the waves of nonsense. Feast he would.
He lapped at Vox, shivering at the familiar taste of flesh on his tongue. Vox made a noise, the tingles shifting from satisfaction to something that verged on disgust, but he couldn’t stop himself. There was an odd feeling in the back of his mind, something vaguely reminiscent of an alarm, but the taste of Vox was enough to drown it out.
Without wasting any time to savour his entrée, he dove right to the plat de résistance. Vox cried out as Alastor forced his tongue inside, huffing as the taste of raw meat clung to his taste buds, flooding his mouth with saliva that travelled all the way to Vox’s skin. The urge to consume calmed just slightly, his eyes closing in delight while he focused on nothing more than the taste. It had been a while since he’d eaten to his satisfaction, but this appetite wasn’t quite right. The urge to bite tickled the back of his sharp teeth, yet he did not mean to rend, only… play.
Vox squirmed as Alastor rested the tip of his teeth on his skin. Perhaps a small scratch occurred, but if Vox would simply lie still, it wouldn’t have. When the metallic blood hit Alastor, a new feral wave of need crashed through him. His body grew ever warmer; he could barely hold his limbs back from trembling as he pushed his tongue deeper into Vox.
Small hands wrapped around his fingers, pushing and clawing. Alastor growled, tightening his grip on Vox’s body.
“Al!” His name barely cut through the blanket of static lying on his mind. His ears perked, and he opened his eyes just enough to look down. It was hard to focus through the blur of his vision. Vox’s screen glowed in a harsh light, wide eyes staring up into his as he tried to tug his fingers away. “Al stop, it- it’s too big, please!” he whined, though Alastor heard him as if from a different room.
Maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him, but he could swear his fingers moved oddly as he slithered his tongue further, almost as if he was lifting them.
A sudden urge to retreat, throw Vox across the room even, tore through his chest, quickly chased back by an overabundance of warmth. Alastor pulled back, reeling from the sensations. Something was wrong. He shook his head, trying to focus.
No. This was wrong. This was… filthy. He looked down, chest heaving, catching sight of Vox’s trembling form still fighting to get Alastor’s hold off himself. The struggle reignited him, his mind buzzing once more. The insatiable hunger returned.
He wasn’t done.
A burning ache between his legs distracted him. He palmed at himself, unable to keep a whimper at bay with the jolt of electricity that ran up his spine. He needed more. Vox was growing frantic, trying to push him away with his legs when Alastor began lowering his pants.
Without even realizing, black tentacles burst from his back, ripping his shirt, before wrapping around Vox’s limbs and immobilizing him. Vox twisted around, saying something Alastor couldn’t bother to focus on. All of his fur stood on end, his oversized tail, now free from the constraints of his pants, wagging as he crawled over Vox, his heavy and twitching cock rubbing against him deliciously.
He felt hot. He felt sweaty. His muscles ached, and he wasn’t completely sure he wasn’t actually preparing to flee, but instincts pulled at his guts to take. Alastor rutted between Vox’s thighs, head spinning at the sight of himself nearly covering his tiny body as Vox stared with big, teary eyes. His mouth moved, but the buzzing underneath Alastor’s skin was too loud to make out what he said.
The tip finally caught after a few more desperate attempts, and without wasting a single second, Alastor pushed in. Stars danced behind his eyes as he growled, warm tightness enveloping him inch by inch. Vox cried out, struggling against the tentacles holding him down. Shivers ran up and down Alastor’s skin, making his fur rise. It felt good, and something within him hated it.
Almost like surfacing after having fallen in a frozen lake, for a brief moment, he could think clearly again. Alastor blinked, seeing himself halfway inside Vox, who was squirming and crying underneath him, stomach bulging with every move. His writhing caused more pleasure to run up his spine, but the shiver that followed was tinted in something dark and disgusting. His chest tightened, yet as he moved to withdraw, Vox moaned, and coming crashing back was that hunger he now recognized as lust. His mind fogged again, instincts urging him to bite.
The feeling was as euphoric as when he’d feast on human flesh. A taboo moment doused in reverence for the flesh, and an insatiable appetite. Bite he did.
Alastor’s extra joints popped as he curved unnaturally downwards, teeth searching for purchase on any bit of flesh they could reach. They found Vox’s shoulder first, sinking in just enough to hold him in place as he drove his hips harder and deeper.
“Fuck, Al, get off! Get off!!” Vox’s voice was frantic, urgent. Alastor clearly heard the fear tinting the syllables, but all it did was spur him on. “Alastor, wake up!” He caught glimpse of Vox’s eye, red and black circles dancing on his screen. His mind faltered for a second, that nauseous wave coming back, but quickly washed away by the way his tongue lapped at the blood seeping from the wounds where his teeth buried, guts pulling at his limbs to go faster.
His nails dug into the cushions, ripping fabric melding with the slick sounds echoing in the air along with Vox’s various pleas. If it wasn’t for the tentacles holding him in place, Vox might have gotten buried into the couch from the brutal strength of Alastor’s thrusts. Alastor grunted, focusing on just how tight Vox felt around him.
“Tight…” he managed to growl through his teeth, radio static dancing around them. It wasn’t enough, he needed more. He kept pushing despite being met with resistance and Vox’s pained cries, rutting against him in an attempt to sink just a little deeper. Vox trembled beneath him, constant whines spilling from his mouth and speakers.
“It’s- too much, Al, please, I-I can’t!” Alastor could feel his tentacles strain to keep Vox in place, twisting and pulling to get away. “Please, I came, stop, please!”
Alastor pulled away at the words, letting go of Vox’s shoulder in favour of glimpsing down between their bodies. Apart from the obscene bulge pulling Vox’s stomach taut, he could see a pathetic amount of fluids on his abdomen. Something in him wanted to both laugh and recoil, once again fighting his instincts.
Was he really enjoying this? The pleasure rushed through his mind like an overflowing river, but he couldn’t quite shake off the looming sensation of an approaching waterfall.
Static drowned it out.
He needed to finish.
Alastor couldn’t resist licking the exposed skin of Vox’s torso as he resumed his thrusts, savouring the salty taste mixing with the iron sitting heavily on his tongue, creating an intoxicating combo. His teeth grazed the skin, earning a shiver before he shifted to a more comfortable position, holding himself up on his forearms while driving into Vox recklessly. The friction and the tightness overwhelmed him, tension in his guts threatening to unravel.
Soon, all he could think about was the heat in his body, the desperate need for release. He sped up, hammering into Vox as if his life depended solely on reaching that point so close within reach. Vox babbled nonsense, though he’d stopped fighting. His body shook hard enough for Alastor’s tentacles to tremble with, but if anything, it only added to the feeling.
Alastor growled, throwing his head back. His smile widened. Finally. Finally, he could feel his release coming. His hips stuttered, tail wagging wildly as he tensed until, like a broken string, the tension unravelled.
A dam broke, and he could feel himself twitch as he emptied into Vox. He couldn’t quite stop his hips from bucking, slipping out of Vox accidentally, instead painting him white with his climax. Alastor panted, trying to catch his breath as he retracted his tentacles, letting Vox’s body hit the couch heavily.
“Fuck..” he whined, wiping at his screen.
Alastor shook his head. The heat in his body dissipated quickly, leaving behind a growing realization and the bitter aftertaste of… revulsion deep in his throat. He pulled away from Vox, shrinking back to his normal size. Vox looked at him, sitting up shakily.
“Are- are you back?” He asked. Alastor tried to stop himself from hyperventilating. “What the fuck was that..?”
“We do not need to talk about it.” Alastor snapped, shocking Vox. God. Looking at him made him want to throw up. He looked… ruined. Filthy. Alastor searched the ground for his discarded pants, ignoring the slick sensations all over his body in favour of redressing. “It’s- your power. It must’ve triggered something. Had you been stronger, you could’ve fixed it.”
He didn’t truly mean to be this aggressive. Yet he couldn’t stop himself. His mind yelled too many things, the need to get away from the situation clawing at his chest like a caged animal. He shot a glance back towards Vox, throat tightening at the hurt look on his screen.
“I- I didn’t mean to…” he trailed, wiping away at the fluids on his chest. The sight was almost enough for Alastor to lose his composure. He looked away, fingers of a hand fisting his hair. “I’m sorry, Al, I didn’t- I-”
“Stop with the chatter, go clean yourself up, you’re filthy.” Without another word, Vox rose from the couch on trembling legs, stumbling towards the bathroom.
Once out of range, Alastor broke. He covered his mouth with his free hand, eyes growing wide, breathing harshly. He resisted the urge to purge, jumping from the couch as if it were contaminated.
Fuck. He should have been able to resist these lowly urges, this should not have happened. If it wasn’t for Vox, it would not have.
Never could he let Vox hypnotize him again.