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AlVox Week 2026 – Bottom Vox
Theme: NSFW: Aphrodisiac
Alastor distractingly kept an ear trained on Vox’s movements as he was unpacking water, beer, and food into the refrigerator. Alastor was always complaining on how he never had any ingredient available to cook: it was always take-out when he was at Vox’s place. He was intrigued because he had never seen the man so intent on stocking the fridge. This should have been alarming, but, to Alastor, it was amusing.
“Are we preparing for a lockdown or something?”
“Sort of. I wanna make sure you got everything you need. I don’t really need to eat, but I heard you might get ravenous, and I don’t intend to be more than an occasional snack.”
This new bit of information was not making the situation any clearer and only brought more questions to Alastor’s mind. What kind of post-apocalyptic reality was Vox preparing for where Alastor would have to find sustenance in Vox’s body when he usually could very much go to Cannibal Town or hunt for a little appetizer at will.
“Vox, dear, what are you preparing for?” Alastor closed his book and diverted his full attention to the Media Overlord now packing the cupboards.
“Well… It’s fall. I just wanna make sure we’re ready.”
“Do you plan on hibernating?” Alastor further asked, equal parts amused and frustrated by Vox’s roundabout way of answering.
“No, it’s for you. For when you’re gonna turn feral trying to fuck me or begging me to pound you on any available surface. I can work with either scenario.
“I beg your pardon?” Alastor sputtered ungracefully, the sound of a screeching vinyl heard over his words.
” You’re a deer, right? Isn’t it rut season in fall?”
“I’m not a deer; I’m a Wendigo. I don’t have a rut season, you degenerate.” Alastor’s indignation at the assumption that he would turn into some feral animal dominated by his baser instinct was palpable and the way he rose to his feet only telegraphed it further. It found echo in Vox’s sudden embarrassment and anger as he dropped the box he was holding.
Vox zapped himself out of the kitchen and made his way to his main office, away from prying eyes as humiliation had his screen glitching and electricity spark between his antennae.
…
Alastor quite enjoyed the possibility to lounge about inside Vox’s loft, the soft glow of the aquarium being the only light in the living room. Away from the never-ending buzzing of the Hotel, he could relax and let his mind settle. Whenever he was on the premises of the Hotel, he was always required to do something, fix something, destroy someone or supervise someone. Rarely could he sit in silence with his thoughts.
But here, at the V-Tower, while Vox was working, he could nurse a drink before heading to bed, waiting for his lover to come join him to sleep, or more if he felt inclined to.
He slowly opened his eyes when he heard the front door open and the clicking of high heels resonate on the tiled floor. He wasn’t the least surprised to see Valentino emerge from the entryway, but he was unsure why the man was here while Vox was still away. They were rarely alone together and they had that non-verbal agreement that it was better that way. They endured each other’s existence and found common ground in Vox’s presence.
Wordlessly, Alastor stared at Valentino, ready for the man to either turn heels when he figured Vox wasn’t present, or start talking.
“The fuck have you done, pendejo?” Valentino’s tone was sharp, bitter. Alastor’s ears lowered in annoyance, but he forced himself to appear calm and composed in the face of the erupting volcano that Valentino was. “He’s being a pain in the ass, and I can’t placate him with sex. This is clearly your fault. What have you done?”
The accusations, unfortunately for Alastor, were directed at the right person. He forced composure by taking another sip of his drink before answering, with as much indifference as he could muster: “I might have trampled his fantasy.”
Vox was just being a pissbaby about it, and it was taking him longer than usual to get over his poor attitude, but there wasn’t anything Alastor could do about it, except wait for the man to move past his disillusion.
“Oh fuck you! I shouldn’t have to deal with his poor attitude; it’s your job!”
“Pray tell why?” Alastor’s amusement was evident as he contemplated the assumptions Valentino had.
“You’re his boyfriend. I’m his business partner. It’s your job to keep him happy; it’s my job to make us money. You had your chance to have the roles reverses decades ago, so now deal with the consequences and fix that shit!”
Valentino was now standing in the middle of the living room, towering over Alastor’s seated form with his full height, clearly intent on appearing intimidating. Not that it had that effect on Alastor who couldn’t take his counter part seriously when he was wearing a mini skirt like some depraved hooker. They both knew Valentino was taking full advantage of the clause inside Vox’s and Alastor’s romantic deal that stated that the Radio Demon wasn’t allowed, unless under life-threatening circumstances, to hurt Vox’s allies.
Valentino knew deep within his heart that the moment this unstable, improbable relationship went to shit, he would be gutted. But, for the time being, and for all long as that fiasco lasted, he would take full advantage of this deal and speak his mind; it was rather liberating.
They stared at each other with equal disgust and ire in their eyes. Valentino was the first to break the tension: he crossed his lower arms and puffed his chest in derision: “What is it he wanted?”
For the first time in all the rare occasions they talked, Alastor seemed to hesitate and that only had a snarl form on Valentino’s face. Alastor contemplated lying, or maybe even not answering, but he knew he would have to deal with this imbecile’s temper tantrum instead.
“He thought I had a… mating season like some animal. He thought I would ravish him.” He said through clenched teeth.
Valentino huffed in disbelief: that was the issue? All that drama and tense atmosphere for some unsatisfied sexual pulsion? “So? Just do it. Fake it, for all I care.” Valentino dismissed with a wave of his wrist, clearly bored by this turn of event.
“I can’t. I don’t get overcome by lustful desires –“ Alastor started, ears flat against his head and eyes adverted.
“Is that about your asexuality bullshit?” Valentino interrupted him, impatiently, disdain dripping from his tongue. “Oh, spare me the drama and the I’m above that lowly desire crap you like to gag on to convince yourself you’re superior to others.” He disregarded the warning sounds of Alastor’s antlers cracking as they extended due to his growing anger at the blatant disrespect. “I’m starting to get sick and tired of picking up your slack and having to fuck Vox because of your prudish ass.”
Silence and static filled the room as Valentino stopped talking, eyes glaring menacingly at Alastor, daring him to make a move. He didn’t know what the consequences were for going against the deal, but he hoped it was something gruesome for Alastor.
Radio dials subsided as he estimated that Valentino wasn’t worth the effort of patching things up with Vox if he killed the Moth. He remained otherwise silent as he let out a heavy sigh of irritation.
His ears followed the sound of Valentino’s stiletto as the man went to settle on the couch opposite him. “You are a problem in my life…” Valentino muttered to himself had he fished his cigarette holder out of the scales of his wings. He tried to compose himself, his wings bristled in annoyance and he tisked loudly.
“Do you need a little stimulant to get the engine going?” Valentino inquired after a few more minutes of awkward silence: Valentino didn’t want to leave until the situation was resolved and Alastor didn’t want to give the impression that he was fleeing.
“What do you mean?” Alastor reluctantly requested additional information.
“Drugs to get you in the mood. I can mix that for you on the spot. Just had to ask!” He said dismissively like he was talking to some ignorant nobody.
“You can make that?” Alastor asked, skeptic, knowing Velvette was the one concocting these vile potions.
“What do you think the Love Potion base ingredients are?” Valentino questioned with pride. “I’m a fucking walking drug lab. A bit of saliva for arousal and a bit of blood for inhibition and you’re good to go”
To say that Alastor’s curiosity wasn’t peaked was an understatement: he had no peculiar interest in drugs, but knowing that various fluids from the same individual had different effects was intriguing. But dissecting Valentino was not on the table today.
“How long does it last?” Alastor half-heartedly inquired, part of him considering the offer if it could make Vox happy.
He wasn’t in a relationship with the man to ruin his afterlife: he genuinely enjoyed the other man’s company and proximity. He had accepted that Vox held sex as something valuable in a romantic relationship, even if it felt unnecessary to Alastor. Furthermore, he knew the man he was getting rope in with was always striving for more and obnoxiously stubborn. Which were traits that eventually wooed Alastor, but were also the current factors responsible for his unpleasant conversation with Valentino.
“Depends…” Valentino seemed to ponder his answer for a moment. “Nothing to do with power levels, unfortunately; like – I can pump Vox full of it and it will last half an hour at best! But if Velvette consumes some, she’ll be tripping for like 6-7 hours. And it does nothing to me, because I swallow that thing all day everyday – or maybe it does and that’s why I’m constantly horny. Who knows? Who cares?” Valentino exclaimed with a sharp burst of laughter, before taking a drag of his cigarette, looking at Alastor from the corner of his eyes.
Silence settled between them again. Valentino couldn’t help but shiver at the static of Alastor’s discomfort.
“I’ll take it.” Words came out bitterly, but Valentino could feel unease in his tone. He didn’t even try to stop the wolfish grin that spread on his lips.
“ Would you rather I spit it in your mouth or would you rather kiss me to get it directly from the source?” He teased as he leaned forward toward Alastor who instinctively growled at him, a deep rumble coming from his throat. Intriguing but threatening; Valentino settled back into the couch.
“The latter.” Alastor despised the idea of Valentino spitting in his mouth. The image itself was degrading and debasing.
“Ew, no thanks. I know the kind of garbage you put in your mouth and I want no contact with it.”
Valentino rose to his feet and shook his wings as he made his way to the kitchen. He couldn’t deny the amusement this turn of event was procuring him. He chuckled to himself. He knew Alastor was out of his element the moment he replied. He could have easily requested Valentino put in a glass – his current drink even. He could have shoved his fingers into Valentino’s mouth to collect it forcefully from him. But he did none of that: he sticked to the two alternatives Valentino had provided.
On his way back, he bit the side of his tongue, little droplets of blood mixing with the saliva pooling into his mouth. He snatched Alastor’s drink from his hand and, using the spoon he retrieved from the kitchen, he scooped some of the viscous mixture he had manufactured inside his mouth, mixing it into the alcohol under Alastor’s horrified gaze.
“Drink up. Then, I’ll leave and I’ll send Vox your way.”
Alastor accepted the now drugged drink and couldn’t help himself from smelling the poison he was about to knowingly consume: it was sweet like cherry and woody like cinnamon. In two mouthfuls, he finished it under Valentino’s intense stare. Once the empty glass was settled on the low table of the living room, the Moth exited the floor, leaving Alastor to re-evaluate his life choices, amazed that he was at the stupidities he was willing to do for Vox.
This could actually be poison and kill him while he sat on the couch waiting for Vox to find him. It would be humiliating and worth ending Valentino’s life.
Still alive after a few minutes, he took hold of the book he had left on the side table the night prior and flipped the pages until he got back to the line he had last read… still hoping, in the back of his mind, that his organs weren’t slowly melting inside his body.
He had been rereading the same ten words for the hundredth time over, unable to process their meaning. It seemed like the world was slowing down around him. He felt heavy and light all at once, and it was a surprisingly pleasant feeling. He settled the book back on the table, accepting that his brain functions were currently altered and that he wasn’t able to process anything too complicated. He maneuvered himself to lay on the couch. He moved one hand to rest on his chest, breathing in deeply and sighing as he exhaled.
There was a prickling at the base of his nape and a shiver worked its way down his spine. His whole body bristled and he sighed again. It felt like ants crawling under his skin and he undid his dress shirt, feeling the urge to run his palm over his skin to settle the sensation.
He was startled by the moan that escaped him at the feeling of his hands pressing into his own skin. He could barely register the touch that his body was responding to. There was heat in his lower abdomen, spreading all over. He felt feverish and he found he enjoyed the haziness of his mind. He ran a hand over his face, letting his claws catch on his bottom lip as they passed to caress his neck.
He could feel a tightening in his groin and he moaned, his dick twitching to life without any direct stimulation.
A flash of electricity and Vox appeared in the living room. “Do I need to rewind the security footage to know what is going on with you?” Vox asked, his tone uncertain, both on the verge of intrigue and worry. Alastor looked at him, eyes glassy and smile soft.
“Undress, come join me.” Alastor demanded as he discarded his own shirt, throwing it uncharacteristically over the back of the couch.
Alastor taking initiatives was worrisome, but Vox wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. He did as was requested of him, removing every and any clothes he had on. Nude, he made his way to the couch and effortlessly straddled Alastor now naked hips. He starred in fascination as Alastor stretched, arms now over his head, eyes closed and head thrown back. Vox ran his fingers through the short hair of his chest, moaning in response to the deep sighs he received. He ran his claws over the other’s arms and shoulders, lightly grazing his throat.
“What’s up with you, tonight?”
“Not completely sure, I just feel good.” Alastor answered truthfully, not entirely certain he could comprehend what Valentino’s little cocktail of drugs was doing to him, but there was satisfaction to be found in savouring the various sensations his body was experiencing.
Heat kept pooling in his crotch and he wrapped his hand around his erection and started pumping his fist slowly to alleviate the feeling. He felt sensitive, like he was constantly on the verge of coming. He clenched his teeth, stroking himself faster under the bewildered gaze of Vox.
A shout as he climaxed. It had been intense, but brief, way too brief for Alastor to fully enjoy it, and he realised, as he kept running his fingers over his shaft that his erection wasn’t receding. He felt light-headed, like blood was being redirected to his dick instead of his brain.
He opened his eyes when he felt Vox shift and froze when he read the intention behind the man’s movement: his screen was now level with Alastor’s dick, his tongue extending out of his display to lick him from base to tip before he swallowed him whole, immediately getting to bobbing his head. Alastor’s hands flew to either side of Vox’s screen, holding onto his casing. Unrestrained moans fell from his lips and soon his hips were snapping up to fuck into Vox’s mouth, using his grip on his head to steady the man and have his way with his face.
Vox had no complain.
Alastor’s voice became breathier as he neared another orgasm. His dick twitched a few times before he came inside Vox’s mouth, head thrown back in pure bliss. Oh, that second orgasm was phenomenal!
Slowly, carefully, Vox let go of his dick and they both stared at Alastor’s cock in disbelief as it remained strong and proud. “Ride me.” Out the window was the romance tonight and Vox would gladly forego the slow caring preparation of his ass if it meant he could get railed into tomorrow.
The couch certainly wasn’t the most adequate spot for that position but Vox improvised, forcing Alastor to sit so he could straddle his thighs more comfortably. “I’ll just apply some lube and I’ll let you fuck me senseless.” He retrieved the lube he always kept in the living room for those late nights alone in front of a good movie or some interesting filming he could spy on in the Porn studio. Alastor didn’t even question him, gone that he was in his haze of lust and need.
The few strokes Vox needed to have Alastor’s erection slippery had the man whimper in need and Vox shivered in arousal himself. He readjusted his angle and lined himself with Alastor’s dick, slowly sinking onto it with a gasp and a groan. The initial breach was always nerve-wracking, but the feeling of fullness that accompanied it had him moan.
He had barely pressed his ass to Alastor’s thighs that his partner was grabbing his waist with both hands and instilling a steady rhythm, guiding Vox’s body up and down his dick. Vox levelled himself by setting his hands on Alastor shoulders, rolling his hips on the way down, enamored by the moans and gasps Alastor let out as pleasure was building once again inside his core, but this time the process was slower, maddening in the way Alastor felt as feverish and bothered, but he felt he had to work harder to have his body reach completion.
The snaps of Alastor’s hips up had Vox cry out in pleasure, surprised by the force and sharpness of his thrusts. He felt delirious at the pleasure, vehemently bringing his weight down to force Alastor’s dick deep inside him, enthralled by the sound of their skin colliding.
Vox let out a yelp when Alastor hand struck his ass, before his fingers dug into the meat of it. “Fuck – it’s – it’s not enough. I’m so close. I want to cum.” Alastor articulated through clenched teeth, the muscles on his neck straining as he pressed his head back against the back rest, core muscles tight as he chased his elusive next orgasm.
“Let’s – ah! Let’s switch position.” Maybe a different angle would create a better stimulation for Alastor? Vox bit his digital lip at the frustrated tears he could see wetting the outer corners of Alastor’s eyes.
Vox climbed off his lover’s hips and got on his knees on the couch, forearms resting on the backrest, ass sticking out. Alastor got to his feet on unsteady legs, but his expression unreadable. He fumbled at realigning himself with Vox’s entrance, his hands trembling. Once, he was lined properly, he snaped his hips forward, effectively empaling Vox with the whole length of his cock. “Oh FUCK!” Vox shouted at the brutal penetration. Alastor set a rapid, unforgiving pace as soon as he got his bearings. He hands took a hold of Vox shoulders and he was barely moving out, before he was pressing forwards, short, sharp snaps of his hips that had Vox breathless.
Feeling his own orgasm building, Vox wrapped a hand around his leaking erection, running the precum over the length of it before he was almost solely stimulating the tip of his dick. The crescent pleasure of Vox had his inner walls constricting around Alastor’s shaft. He was so close, but an involuntary change of angle on the next way in had him lose him momentum. Alastor groaned in frustration and moved back slightly, gripping onto Vox’s upper thighs and thrusting up inside him, focusing on how the press into Vox’s body stimulated his glans.
The heat and the pressure grew inside his lower stomach, he could feel his balls drawing closer to his body as his abs tightened, his breathing stuck in his sternum. He was close, so fucking close, but he felt unable to fall over the edge. His hips stuttered in frustration. This feeling of unsatisfaction was driving him insane and the vigor of his thrusts was renewed as he kept chasing after his orgasm.
“Al, baby! I’m coming, oh shit I’m coming, stop moving, stop moving, fuck, I’m coming.”
Alastor’s movements halted when Vox’s body spasmed while he came in his own hand, his mouth opened on a silent scream of satisfaction. Alastor’s whole body was trembling as he barely managed to restrain himself from getting back to fucking Vox senseless.
Vox was slightly more aware of his surroundings when he felt Alastor’s hands forcing him down on the couch. Eyes wide open in shock, he acknowledged the new position he was in with Alastor seating on his chest, already forcing his cock inside Vox’s mouth and chasing his orgasm obstinately. He was grunting, whimpering, pleading for release. Even if he was gagging and drooling copiously, Vox enjoyed seeing Alastor so desperate and lost in the haze of his lust and pleasure.
And finally, after what felt like an eternity of nearing and losing his orgasm, Alastor felt the satisfying uncoiling in his lower abdomen and the tremors of releasing his built-up pleasure. He pressed his palm on the armrest, hips tilted down to shove his whole length into Vox’s mouth. Catching his breath, he stayed motionless, savouring the heat and static of that tongue on his spent cock.
Alastor fell back, now half laying on top of Vox, their limbs tangled and their sweat cooling on their skin.
He felt exhausted, drained, his mind unusually quiet. He racked his fingers over his face before pushing his hair off his forehead with a sigh.
“I’m never doing drugs again.” He grumbled and grunted as he could already feel the soreness in his muscles.